Resubmitted Beta read by Ranranami
Prolog
The smoke had cleared, and he sun was coming up. We had a lot of cleaning to do. Nothing was left to show that 'The Lost Boys' had been here and done the damage to the old house...except dust. No trace of their bodies. Nothing. I feel as if it isn't really over, for some reason. Even when the death of Max provided Star's and my own freedom from the curse of eternal death and destruction.
I didn't want this. Well, I didn't want to kill people to survive. The thought sickened me, but now I have to live with the fact that David was right: I am a killer. I killed David. A killer is a killer...but I did what I felt I had to do.
With everything said and done...I was nothing to them, nothing but Star's first kill until Max stepped into the picture. At least, what's my guess as to why they'd been so welcoming to me. I was just a pawn for Max to use to get to my mom, and they were merely amusing themselves. I'd never really been accepted, and that's what stings the most about the whole thing.
I didn't want this, though. Any of it. Why couldn't they have just been a normla human gang? Not that I really wanted to be in one, but they didn't really seem like that kind of gang. They seemed like they were just a group of friends hanging with each other. I didn't want to take part in killing them, but what could I do? Sam had freaked out, and I'd almost killed him when I was turning into that thing. Then everything just got bad. VERY bad. I couldn't let my little brother get hurt...if only we'd known it was Max. That was all we needed, just the head vampire. Not the others.
And grandpa? He said nothing. Didn't warn us at all. He knew what they were, and didn't say zip. His only reasoning being that we 'wouldn't believe him', and if he had told us, I'd only end up kicking myself for NOT believing.
I never wanted to kill anyone. Sam saved my soul; he prevented my eternal damnation. But I'll still have to live with knowing that despite the fact that 'The Lost Boys' were vampires, it was still murder. Now I have the image of David's impaled lifeless corpse burned forever into my memory.
Sam only saw monsters. I'd gotten to know them a little, and actually see the other side of the monster. Even knowing what they were, and that I was just a tool, I still wished there was another way.
"Michael?" Mom sounds worried.
"Come inside," she urges. I feel her hand on my shoulder. The sun is up now, and I feel a bit numb now that everything is said and done.
"I'm fine, mom," I sigh, turning and going back inside. I'm tired. I feel sick. I know I'll have nightmares when I finally do manage to fall asleep.