Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys.
My entry for DeviantArt's Twist Fate challenge.
Michael continued up the stairs toward the smell. It was intoxicating—like warm, fresh meat seasoned with salt and—strangely—copper. It wasn't just the smell that caught his attention, though. It was the sound that accompanied it: a steady thump-thump, the aroma pulsing to the drumlike chorus.
The sensations led him to the upstairs bathroom—the one Sam was bathing in. Michael was too preoccupied to do much more than let the thought flit across his mind.
He had to taste that... whatever-it-was.
He reached for the doorknob, barely registering the peppy music or the smaller, less appetizing thump that he could now hear.
The door creaked open.
Nanook started growling, but Michael kept approaching. He was so close now; the thing that had drawn him up here was in the tub, he was sure of it.
When Nanook lunged at him, he barely had time to dodge. He ducked out of the way, and when the animal blurred past, Michael whirled in the room and slammed the door shut. He felt more than heard the growling beast barrel into the wooden barrier.
"Michael?" The person addressed turned to face the bathtub. Sam was there, looking bewildered and afraid, but Michael only saw red. He licked his lips.
He was hungry, and here was food.
He walked to the tub, his footsteps echoing the now more rapidly paced thump-thump-thump. A malicious grin worked its way across his face.
He didn't hear the frightened inquiries or the upbeat song. Instead, Michael heard a growing, overwhelming pounding.
He didn't see the brother he grew up with. He saw a meal.
And what a feast it was. Elongated teeth tore into tender flesh, ripping muscle from bone. An inhuman growl crawled out of Michael's chest, joining the melody of screams and radio. He drank every last drop of warm, metallic blood, relishing the taste as it slid down his throat.
Eventually his vision cleared. He was left with a mangled corpse and sloshing bathwater; he knew he should have been horrified. And maybe he was, just a little.
But mostly he was satisfied. After all, it was the best meal he'd ever had.
He considered sticking around to get the old man, but whatever shred of his humanity was left kept him from entertaining the idea. The new bestial side of him agreed that he was already—finally—full. Besides, the dog was still trying to break down the door. Later, he decided, he'd come back for his stuff. Right now he wanted to find and confront the bikers.
Michael left through the window and disappeared into the night.
Twist Fate is a contest by DA in which you take a hero and turn them into the villain, or vice versa.
I could have drawn something for the challenge, but I wanted to write, so I did. Cross-posted here because I miss you guys.
Tell me what you think!
