Abecedarian Ache

Chapter Two

A Lost Boys Fan Fiction

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Michael bolted out into the night. His grandfather's blood sang in his veins as he fought not to lick the blood from his hands after wiping his mouth. Already his ability to fly had greatly improved, as the hills rushed past as he moved further away from the beach and into the mountains. Michael was keenly aware that the sun would be rising within the hour and he needed to hide. The few places he knew that would protect him from the sun were death traps because that would be where the Frog brothers would check. He had to make a choice and soon.

Or, he thought, I could simply wait for sunrise and let this night mare be over. But even as the thought crossed his mind he dismissed it. Michael knew he wanted to live. What that meant now that he was a vampire, heck a master vampire, was anyone's guess. Scanning the ground, he noticed a coyote disappear somewhere in the brush, dropping down he landed to investigate. On closer inspection it was a rather large hole that looked to be an old mine, perhaps from the California gold rush times. Michael didn't question as he crawled inside. It was far deeper than he expected. The coyote growled at him as he pushed deeper. The small creature knew we was the bigger predator and took the first chance to escape towards the breaking dawn. Michael couldn't care less, he crawled as deep as he could, laid on the ground and tried to force back the memories of this horrible night.

Max had been the monster and Michael could not but be glad that he was dead. The same went for David. Even with both dead, Michael felt the anger stir inside him. They had taken everything away from him. His humanity, his family, his life and still they were taking from him. The taste of blood still lingered on his lips and Michael wondered if tomorrow he would wake up with the same thirst that had been calling to him. Would it be worse? As the guilt and memory of the fear on the faces of those he loved filled his mind, the sun rose, and Michael thankfully surrendered to the oblivion of sleep.

Back at the house Sam and his mother were stuck between several detectives answering questions. An ambulance had taken his grandfather to the hospital for an emergency transfusion, but they knew that the old man was going live. Despite the need to follow the ambulance to the ER the police had detained them to answer questions. Thankfully by the time the police had arrived all the bodies had deteriorated to dust, slug, and blood. Nether Lucy or Sam was being of much help. Star and Laddie had already been taken to the police station to meet with a social worker. The police had been looking for Laddie for months and Star for over a year. By the time the police were done, and Sam had been shuffled into his mother's car on the way to the hospital.

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey?"

"What are we going to do?" Sam asked.

His mother gripped the wheel tighter and for once Sam could tell how tired she was as her lips pressed into a thin line. She looked so worn and he regretted again not telling her the truth, forcing Michael to tell her the truth. The night had been terrifying and despite all that had happened surprisingly short once the danger had passed. Sam was fighting sleep as his body finally felt every scrap and bruise that had been inflicted. There was no doubt in his mind that once they got to the hospital his mother would insist he been checked out. Yet Sam, knew there was nothing to check.

"We need to get the hospital, have you checked out and then see grandpa." Lucy said.

"They said he was going to be all right…"

"I still need to see him," his mother said in a tone he had not heard before. That simple statement was filled with cold rage.

"This wasn't his fault…"

"I don't care to discuss it." She cut him off as the pulled into the hospital parking lot and Sam wisely shut his mouth.

The visit to the hospital was exactly what he expected. There was a long wait in the lobby, followed by pokes and prods by nurses who determined rather quickly what Sam already knew, that he did not need to see a doctor. Sam was able to see the sunrise before anyone thought to call his name or check on their place in line. His mother seemed on high alert and it was all Sam could do not to fall asleep. Within a few hours they were finally allowed to head up to the ICU where his grandfather was sleeping. Apparently, once he was in the hospital he had been given a transfusion and because he had 'felt better' the old man thought it was a good idea to get out of the bed unassisted and use the toilet. This of course lead to him falling out of the bed and breaking not only his arm but his leg as well. When Sam and his mom entered the room, the old man was cussing out the nurse who was helping the doctor finish putting on the cast.

"You are lucky you didn't break your hip," the doctor practically snarled.

"Dad! What did you do?"

"Ah, damnit."

Sam moved to the corner of the room trying not to laugh as he covered his smile with his hands and watched the staff finally get the old man situated into the bed and this time on a bed pan.

"Now, you will press the button and call for help, of so help me…" the nurse said.

"Fine. Fine. Now get," grandpa said.

"Dad," Lucy said. "You need to rest."

"I know, I know." Grandpa huffed. "It has been one hell of a night."

"You're telling me," Sam said, finally taking a seat. His mother practically dropped into the chair next her father and held onto his good hand. A silence fell on the room as everyone stared into space refusing to make eye contact.

"What do we do now?" Sam whispered.

No one answered.

Michael day was filled with fitful dreams. A few times he swore he woke up in the total blackness of the cave, unable to move or scream as the stone floor cut into his skin and all manner of bugs crawled over him. Michael tried to scream but his lips were sealed shut. He could not tell if his eyes were shut or merely the darkness of the cave wrapped him in pitch black. Somehow, he fell back asleep, but the dreams were waiting. Wearing David's face as Michael had killed him. Even Max was there taunting him. When dusk came it was a blessing. Michael woke to find that the sun was setting. It was odd to feel his strength return with the oncoming night. The thirst was there, pulsing with need, and with that the memory of his last feeding. Still Michael felt he had control. He moved out of the cave to find the coyote standing off from the entrance. The small creature let out a low growl and bared his teeth. Michael took his chance. The creature weighed almost nothing as Michael grabbed it behind the scruff of the neck and bared his fangs. Hot blood filled his mouth, and it was foul but seemed to beat back the thirst but only a little. It was all Michael could do not spit it out. The small creature whimpered, and Michael tossed it aside, unsure if the small thing would live or die as it wobbled off on unsteady legs. Michael wiped the blood from his mouth grimacing in disgust. Michael looked over the landscape. What am I to do now? Michael needed blood, human blood. Looking back at the cave, it had made a good shelter, but he didn't want to spend another night like that. First, he had to find blood and after that shelter.

Michael took to the air. It was interesting to see how far he had flown in his panic. Michael hated to admit it, but he savored his flight. Being above the earth was so freeing. The wind in his face and his heightened senses made everything below him have its own beauty. Still his hunger remained steady as a reminder of the monster he had become. Landing on a cliff where the road ended to over look the beach, Michael stood and looked out over the waves. Do I need to breath? Can I hide in the sea? What else can I do? Michael's head was full of questions and the only creature who could have offered any answers were now dead. Michael stood there debating looking for others or merely trying to figure things out on his own.

The idea of feeding on humans both filled him with desire and need along with guilt and disgust. With so many feelings and needs screaming at him he had to sit and think, but it was in that moment a car decided to pull up the road. Without thinking, Michael retreated to the shadow of a nearby tree and watched. The car came to a stop. Inside a man, and what sounded like a much younger woman began to argue.

"What are we doing here?" the girl asked.

"I wanted to show you the view," the man said. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"I guess, but I thought we were going to a party."

"This is the party," the man said and slid across the seat towards the girl.

"Hey, this is not what we talked about." She protested. "can we leave?"

"How about a kiss?"

"No…" the girl pleaded.

Michael could hear their struggle as the man began to pull on her clothing and draw her closer. The windows were open, but she did not seem to be able to open the doors.

"Stop! No!" she screamed as he began to undress her, and she struggled lashing out with her nails scraping them across his face.

"Bitch!" he snarled, and the first blow can with a spray of blood. Michael bit down on his lips as his thirst rose to the surface. His claws dug into the tree, but neither human heard his struggle.

The girl's cries were muffled by the man as he hit her again and she stopped fighting.

"That's it. Now give us a kiss," the man said and that was all Michael could take.

The door came off the passenger's side with a shriek of metal and upholstery. The girl screamed, and the man shouted. Reaching inside Michael yanked out the man tossing him into the dirt, red eyes blazing.

"Who do you think you are?" the man shouted the stink of alcohol coming off in waves. Michael stared at him and the man began to wet himself in fear.

"Keys," Michael said. The man reached into his pocket and held them out to Michael who took them and tossed them to the girl. He kept his eyes on the man, ignoring the blood coming from the girl's nose. "Drive."

The girl didn't need to be told again. She shoved the keys into the ignition and after several false starts from her panic she managed to turn on the car, throw it into reverse and drive off down the road. Michael towered over the man who was on his knees.

"What are you going to do to me?"

Michael could not answer. Now that the girl was gone, the only blood his senses were homing in on was that which was drying on the man's face. Every aspect of his being was telling Michael to attack, to drain the man dry. Still he was able to hold back.

"How many?" Michael asked.

"How many what?" the man said confused.

"How many girls have you brought here?"

"I swear man, she is the first. I swear."

Michael narrowed his eyes. The man's heart rate had changed along with his scent. Even with the alcohol in his system, Michael could tell he was lying.

"How many?" Michael asked. Leveling his gaze on the man whose eyes went wide. Michael felt a new sensation as the man stared at him and Michael willed him to tell the truth.

"Nine," the man breathed. "Nine, not counting her."

Something broke in Michael. David had killed so many and converted his whole gang including Laddie and Star. Taking from people who were innocent like that, taking so much from so many, just like this man. Michael took hard, careful steps and grabbed the man as he pulled back and tried to get away.

"Was it worth it?" Michael snarled.

"I'm sorry," the man said crying.

"So am I," Michael said digging in with his fangs. The man struggled and hit him, but Michael merely pinned his arms. David and the gang had fed and wasted the blood of their prey. Michael was a much more delicate eater. He didn't want to waste a drop. Blood continued to pump into him as the man's heart began to slow. Michael continued to feed until he had pulled out all he could. Letting the body drop to the ground. Michael stood over looking the ocean.

He had done it.

This is what he was.

Murder.

Monster.

Vampire.

Michael felt a single tear escape down the side of his face and mixed with the blood on his face. Looking down at his clothing, all over his shirt was the blood stains from the fight, from feeding off his grandfather, and now from the man at hit feet.

Michael knelt next to the man and began to undress him. The shirt under the white button up was at least cleanish and had no traces of blood. Michael pealed off his shirt using it to wipe off the blood and pulled on the dead man's white t-shirt. Next he took a look at the wallet ignoring the credit cards and pulling out about a hundred bucks in cash. There were pictures in the wallet but Michael avoiding looking at them, knowing it would only add to his guilt. With a flick of his wrist he tossed the wallet over the cliff. In the man's other pocket was a small swiss army knife, a condom, and several pills. Looking at the man's neck, the bit marks from his fangs and teeth were a little to obvious of a vampire attack at least from all the movies Michael had seen. Opening the knife Michael made several quick cuts removing the pattern of teeth marks and tearing through flesh. Finally, Michael hoisted up the body on his shoulders and tossed it over the cliff. The last thing he needed was to leave a trail for hunters like the Frog brothers to follow.

The body was lost to the waves. Michael licked his lips. Do I want to keep doing this? The killing weighed heavily on him. The human blood was so different from the coyote. Strength and power seemed to sing in his veins. It felt so good. Still it was murder even if that man was a rapist. Did he really deserve this? Michael had no answers. He debated if he could justify killing criminals to placate his hunger or was that merely an excuse? Is there another way? Michael's thoughts turned to his high school blood drive. Last year he hadn't been old enough to give blood though many seniors and teachers had. Michael tried to picture the large bus that had sat in the parking lot. Where does the blood go after that?

Michael found himself flying towards the hospital. David and the others had figured out to suddenly appear, surely, he could sneak in and find his way to the blood bank. If caught he could just use his new mind trick, or at least he hoped he could.