Of Blood and Secrets
Sam PoV
Michael Emerson
1966 -
Beloved son, grandson and brother.
I said a few prayers at the head stone and sat the flowers down. There was on death date, because there was no body, we may never know what has happened in all this time, but I'm sure that my brother was dead and it hurts so much to know; I might have been able to save him had I not ignored his pleas that night and been over on the first plane to Santa Carla.
What was it? 22, 23 years ago? It's been a long time since that night and I regret that my last words to my brother was disbelief, Mike had needed me then and I failed him in that. The body would never be found, the pack know as The Lost Boys always destroyed, removed their victims bodies, leaving no closure to those whom loved them. Just as much as I wished Mike was alive hiding somewhere... I know he's not, there would have been no way he'd have left Josh and Kaylee like that, no way and that's how I know that my brothers dead, his last words, his fears... His disappearance.
I wipe away a few stray tears, there wasn't much I could do for him now, other than pray, I just wish we had a body to bury, to morn, but the monsters would not give us such a peace. We had the funeral, a few months after there was no sign of him, after a search of the whole of Santa Carla, me and Frogs combed the area, even the cave for anything, but all we found was dust, nothing more, nothing less, there was no sign of That pack after that, even Star was left alone.
Star blames herself as well, that she could have stopped him, if she'd have came with him, maybe he'd be alive, but I remind her, Josh and Kaylee would be orphans now and they needed their mother. Grandpa was a lot of help with that, his suggestions to helped the kids and with the lack of The Lost Boys influence, they had begun to act normal, they even forgot the horrible nightmare of a year of their slow degrading into something inhuman. They just need to drink animal blood to keep it at bay.
I turn at hearing a grunt behind me, Edgar stood there, waiting. " Yea, I know, getting late, but no one's seen them in forever here."
" The blood suckers still crawl all over this town, I wouldn't take a chance." Edgar turns and head towards the car.
I take a look at another head stone, it was grandpas and the reason I was here. Grandpa was dying and all the family had came to visit him and see him through the last of his nights, it wouldn't be much longer, but the old man was very stubborn, even at deaths door.
" You could have stayed up in Luna Bay, you didn't have to come down here, not like you are close to anyone outside of me." I sigh, Edgar wasn't the most empathetic sort and he had his own problems since Alan infection with vampirisium, like finding the head vampire, if he can, but it's been near 7 years since that night.
Edgar grunts in response, I know he's trying to be a supportive friend, but well, this kind of stuff just isn't his thing.
