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He knew that voice, would know it anywhere in truth. Still since it was who it was why hadn't he… come in or something? Why had David and the other boys just left like that? He didn't know, had no clue even about why they hadn't or even why they had done something like that in the first place. He saw no reason for them to want to scare him which it sure seemed like what they were up too.

He had sent Sam for his bath though and now he was trying to think it though. He pulled the fridge open and grabbed out the milk, his throat was dry maybe something to drink would help. Before he got more then even a single drink down his stomach clenched painfully and he was forced to his knees the milk container hitting the floor as he tried to stop his farther fall with his hand. It lasted only a few seconds before he just blacked out though.

Or rather his conscious mind did. His body and his unconscious mind were nearly as easily swayed. He left the door open and the milk as the floor as he made his way to the stairs. Blood, he could smell it, fresh warm blood.

He made his way up the stairs looking rather like a mindless animal with the feral look that had taken over his face. His left hand slammed against he door jam as he made his way though his room standing at the bathroom door. His other hand gripped the handle and his breath picked up at the now rather close smell of the blood. He turned the handle and made his way in his brother ducking under the water just as he opened the door.

Barking on the other side of the bathroom door leading to his own room brought Sam back from under the water seconds later only to be grabbed around the neck. The shock of it was only made worse when he realize that not only was he now being held off the ground, but it was Michael and he didn't look at all right. His eyes there was something wrong with them and how could he even hold him like this. "Michael?" he questioned as he pulled at the fingers around his neck trying to get something more then the half breath the near choke hold on his throat was allowing.

He didn't even twitch at the sound of his name, the 'Michael' Sam knew wasn't conscious now it was just the hunger. His new hunger for blood had taken over and nothing so simple was going to bring the rest of Michael back.

Sam shoved on his brother trying to squirm out of his grip until… he blinked at the image in the mirror. Suddenly Nanook's barking and the strength made since, he was like some "Ahhh.."

Blood, warm sweet blood. Michael relished the taste of the blood flowing into his mouth from the wounds his fangs had made in his brother's neck.

"Michael…"

It was weak, but with the hunger for the most part sated it was enough to bring Michael back to himself. It was too late though and without even realizing how he knew it. Sam was dieing and there was nothing he could do about it. He had killed his brother. He was fading fast something about the way he smelled just told Michael that, but at the same time that look… It was like Sam hated him with everything he was and /that/ hurt more then anything else. "Sam I'm… I'm… sorry…" his words were nearly as weak as Sam's but they were all he could manage before he bolted out of the room and the house to his bike.