NEVER TELL
DISCLAIMER
Just an idea I had. Lost Boys belongs to Warner Brothers and Joel Schumacher. I only own the plot. Here's the background. Lance was abusive towards Michael and during the previous events of the movie had been making his way to Santa Carla and has just now arrived and is heading for Lucy's father's house. The Boys are still wreaking havoc on the beach. I don't know if Edgar's older than Alan, but it seemed like he was, so he's older than Alan in the fic. Slight language.
CHAPTER ONE
Sam closed the closet door and let out a cry of fright.
"It's okay, Sam. I know who I am now," Michael stated quietly.
"Don't kill me, Mike. I'm basically a good kid, so just don't kill me," Sam said hurriedly. Michael didn't know what to say to that. How could Sam think that he would ever hurt him? Heck, he had protected him back in Phoenix. Before Sam could say anymore, Michael caught wind of a familiar scent. He froze. No, he thought. The man couldn't be here. However, only moments later, he heard the familiar sound of their father's car engine.
"Go to your room and lock your window and door," Michael instructed.
"But--" Sam began to protest.
"Do it now!" Michael yelled. Freaked, Sam did as he was told. Once he was sure Sam was safe, Michael jumped out of the open window. He landed just as Lance was getting out of his car.
"What do you want?" he demanded."Michael, is that anyway to talk to me?" he queried in a slightly warning tone, ignoring the fact that he had just seen his son jump from a second-story window.
"You're not welcome here, and you never will be," Michael responded, ignoring his father. Before he could stop the man, he strode over and struck him. Michael grunted in pain.
"What have I told you about talking back, boy?" Lance demanded.
"Screw you," Michael said. Lance struck him again, this time knocking him back. While the teen was momentarily disoriented, the man grabbed him and pulled him closer. Michael's eyes widened when he saw his father's features change.
"No," he said. At the beach, David stumbled as he felt a stab of fear jolt through him.
"Whoa. What's going on?" Paul asked, steadying him.
"It's Michael. We gotta go," David answered. The vampires took to the sky and headed towards the Emerson house. Michael's Adam's apple wobbled as Lance slid a claw down his throat in what almost seemed to be a caress.
"Looks like I'm gonna have to reestablish the rules," he commented, pulling him close.
"Please…don't," Michael whispered. Lance bent his head down and sank his fangs into his neck. Michael gave a gasp that soon turned into a scream. David fought to gain control of his flight as he felt a wave of pain and terror course through his body, which was coming from the half vampire he had created. What the heck's happening to him? the vampire wondered. His silent question was answered as soon as they reached the Emerson house. Feeling a surge of protection for his childe, David dive-bombed the vampire. Michael's knees buckled and he would've hit the ground if Paul and Dwayne hadn't caught him. Lance pushed the intruding vampire back and stared at him.
"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.
"You're not touching him again," David growled.
"I can do as I please with him," Lance sneered.
"Try it one more time," David dared as the other Lost Boys flanked around him, keeping Michael out of sight. Lance stared at them. Then, with a scoff, he got into his car and drove away. They turned to Michael, who was still leaning against Paul and Dwayne.
"You okay?" David queried. The half-vampire stepped away from Paul and Dwayne.
"Yeah, I'm--" Suddenly, his vision became blurry and his legs could no longer hold him.
"Whoa. Half-vamp dropping," he heard Paul say before the darkness claimed him.