Title: David's Revenge
Author: ImhotepsGoddess
Summary: David isn't dead. And he wants revenge. How will he get it, and could he possibly find a way to bring the Pack back to life?
Disclaimer: As we all know, the WB owns The Lost Boys and all of the characters therein. However, if they wanted to give me Dwayne I wouldn't object ::sigh::
Part One
David had, for a moment, thought he was dead. His eyes were closed and his world was still. He felt nothing and heard nothing. Unfortunately, the gods had not granted him such a mercy and he was not allowed to join his brothers wherever they had gone. He had been too rash, too blinded by the absolute rage that he had felt at Marco's death and they had all paid the ultimate price. Even Max, he realized, was dead, although truth be told David was glad to be rid of his tyrannical rule. It was painful to him that his boys would never be able to share in this newly realized freedom.
Clearing his thoughts all at once was a blinding pain. David looked down towards the source of that pain and realized that he was still impaled on a pair of antlers in that cursed house. Taking an unneeded breath, he managed to hoist himself off of them in one fluid movement. He slammed harshly to the ground and lay there silently for a few moments. He was not well, not even close to being able to defend himself if need be. And what of the bodies of his family? Apparently the Emersons, with Star and Laddie in tow, had decided to leave town for a few days that very night, and had not had even enough respect for the dead to bury the skeleton of Paul or the scattered remains of Dwayne.
David used the rage and feelings of revenge that once again boiled up inside of him to manage to stand upright. Clumsily pulling open the sliding doors of Grandpa's taxidermy room, he surveyed the carnage that had been left morbidly intact. The stereo was fried, an arrow embedded in the center of it. The fireplace had caved in on itself and was still smoking. And there, in the center of the floor, lay what was left of Dwayne. David closed his eyes and for once allowed blood red tears to slide down his paler than usual cheeks. He wanted to see no more but knew that he had to see the consequences of his terrible decision for himself. He trudged up the stairs, half dragging himself most of the way.
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David followed the scent of Paul to the bathroom and flung open the blood coated door. The torture and anguish that Paul must have felt in his last moments brought David to his knees in horror. Though he could not see it, he knew that Paul's bare skeleton lay in the bathtub, jaw hanging open in a silent scream.
Although David did not wish to live with this guilt and loneliness hanging over his head, he knew in his lifeless heart that revenge had to be taken. He would not let his Lost Boys die in vain. They had come to this house to avenge Marco, and now he alone would destroy this entire family and their vampire hunting friends. He would take the most pleasure in the deaths of Star and Michael, whom he had so graciously given the gift of eternal life and the bond of family.
Walking back down the stairs, David heard what sounded like knocking at the front door. He flattened himself against a wall and melted into the shadows, waiting, praying to whoever might listen that this could be a meal. The door was unceremoniously kicked open and he realized with frightening happiness that one of the Frog brothers had elected to return to make sure that everyone was really dead. Why one? Well, Edgar hadn't thought it was necessary (shows you how much he knows) and he and Alan had argued. Finally Alan had slammed out of the comic book store, a stake shoved in his back pocket.
David smiled to himself and watched silently as Alan surveyed the room, taking in the gore and utter destruction with awe. He had his back turned and never saw it coming when David stepped out of the shadows and ripped his throat open. Thrashing wildly, Alan tried desperately to stay alive. Unfortunately, even though David was not himself, he was still quite a lot stronger than the almost former Frog brother. David drank deeply from the boy, savoring the rush of strength that the stolen blood gave him. Slowly Alan grew limp and finally took his last breath. David dropped the body to the floor, intending to leave it there to greet his enemies when they finally had the guts to return.
David sat on the bottom step of the stairs, allowing the euphoria of the kill to wash over him completely. Sighing, he slowly stood up again. He would have to return to the cave before dawn, which by his internal clock was in about three hours. He still wasn't quite sure how long he had been unconscious, or how long the Emersons would be gone, but he knew that he didn't want to stay in their house one moment longer. First, though, he wanted to give his family a proper burial, for they deserved at least that much.
So in the dead of night David carried the remains of Paul and Dwayne deep into the cave, and covered them with sand from the beach. He could not bring himself to enter their sleep chamber, where Marco's body still lay in the darkness. David could save that burial for another day.
Then, drained completely emotionally and physically, David crawled into a tunnel where no one might discover him, and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
~~ Go on, review...you know you want to!
Author: ImhotepsGoddess
Summary: David isn't dead. And he wants revenge. How will he get it, and could he possibly find a way to bring the Pack back to life?
Disclaimer: As we all know, the WB owns The Lost Boys and all of the characters therein. However, if they wanted to give me Dwayne I wouldn't object ::sigh::
Part One
David had, for a moment, thought he was dead. His eyes were closed and his world was still. He felt nothing and heard nothing. Unfortunately, the gods had not granted him such a mercy and he was not allowed to join his brothers wherever they had gone. He had been too rash, too blinded by the absolute rage that he had felt at Marco's death and they had all paid the ultimate price. Even Max, he realized, was dead, although truth be told David was glad to be rid of his tyrannical rule. It was painful to him that his boys would never be able to share in this newly realized freedom.
Clearing his thoughts all at once was a blinding pain. David looked down towards the source of that pain and realized that he was still impaled on a pair of antlers in that cursed house. Taking an unneeded breath, he managed to hoist himself off of them in one fluid movement. He slammed harshly to the ground and lay there silently for a few moments. He was not well, not even close to being able to defend himself if need be. And what of the bodies of his family? Apparently the Emersons, with Star and Laddie in tow, had decided to leave town for a few days that very night, and had not had even enough respect for the dead to bury the skeleton of Paul or the scattered remains of Dwayne.
David used the rage and feelings of revenge that once again boiled up inside of him to manage to stand upright. Clumsily pulling open the sliding doors of Grandpa's taxidermy room, he surveyed the carnage that had been left morbidly intact. The stereo was fried, an arrow embedded in the center of it. The fireplace had caved in on itself and was still smoking. And there, in the center of the floor, lay what was left of Dwayne. David closed his eyes and for once allowed blood red tears to slide down his paler than usual cheeks. He wanted to see no more but knew that he had to see the consequences of his terrible decision for himself. He trudged up the stairs, half dragging himself most of the way.
*****************
David followed the scent of Paul to the bathroom and flung open the blood coated door. The torture and anguish that Paul must have felt in his last moments brought David to his knees in horror. Though he could not see it, he knew that Paul's bare skeleton lay in the bathtub, jaw hanging open in a silent scream.
Although David did not wish to live with this guilt and loneliness hanging over his head, he knew in his lifeless heart that revenge had to be taken. He would not let his Lost Boys die in vain. They had come to this house to avenge Marco, and now he alone would destroy this entire family and their vampire hunting friends. He would take the most pleasure in the deaths of Star and Michael, whom he had so graciously given the gift of eternal life and the bond of family.
Walking back down the stairs, David heard what sounded like knocking at the front door. He flattened himself against a wall and melted into the shadows, waiting, praying to whoever might listen that this could be a meal. The door was unceremoniously kicked open and he realized with frightening happiness that one of the Frog brothers had elected to return to make sure that everyone was really dead. Why one? Well, Edgar hadn't thought it was necessary (shows you how much he knows) and he and Alan had argued. Finally Alan had slammed out of the comic book store, a stake shoved in his back pocket.
David smiled to himself and watched silently as Alan surveyed the room, taking in the gore and utter destruction with awe. He had his back turned and never saw it coming when David stepped out of the shadows and ripped his throat open. Thrashing wildly, Alan tried desperately to stay alive. Unfortunately, even though David was not himself, he was still quite a lot stronger than the almost former Frog brother. David drank deeply from the boy, savoring the rush of strength that the stolen blood gave him. Slowly Alan grew limp and finally took his last breath. David dropped the body to the floor, intending to leave it there to greet his enemies when they finally had the guts to return.
David sat on the bottom step of the stairs, allowing the euphoria of the kill to wash over him completely. Sighing, he slowly stood up again. He would have to return to the cave before dawn, which by his internal clock was in about three hours. He still wasn't quite sure how long he had been unconscious, or how long the Emersons would be gone, but he knew that he didn't want to stay in their house one moment longer. First, though, he wanted to give his family a proper burial, for they deserved at least that much.
So in the dead of night David carried the remains of Paul and Dwayne deep into the cave, and covered them with sand from the beach. He could not bring himself to enter their sleep chamber, where Marco's body still lay in the darkness. David could save that burial for another day.
Then, drained completely emotionally and physically, David crawled into a tunnel where no one might discover him, and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
~~ Go on, review...you know you want to!