DISCLAIMER
Belongs to Joel Schumacher and Warner Bros. I just own the plot. Once again, telepathy is in bold.
Michael hurriedly snuck back into his grandfather's house and started for his room.
"Mike?" Sam questioned, appearing from room upstairs.
"Get away," Michael snapped.
"Do--do you need to--" Sam began to ask.
"Yes, get away," Michael interrupted. Sam scurried back to his room. Michael managed to make it to his room and collapsed onto the bed. With a heavy sigh, he ran his hands over his face. What was he going to do? He couldn't let anything happen to Sam and he couldn't tell his mother. She didn't know that the man was a vampire and that he had often abused and fed from him. Michael, come to me, he suddenly heard his father's voice.
"No," he whispered. He closed his eyes and lay on the bed. MICHAEL! his father's voice thundered. Michael jumped, but remained where he was. Then, a sharp pain hit his stomach and he curled into himself, whimpering. Aw…hungry, kiddo? the man mocked. Almost immediately, Michael's mind was filled with thoughts and images of red, viscous liquid and he groaned. How was the man doing this? Get out my head, he thought to himself. However, the images and thoughts just continued until the teen couldn't take it. He had to--he had to make it stop. Panting shakily, he got off the bed and went to the window. Come to me, Michael, he heard his father urge. Michael started to obey, but his hand on the window, struggling. No! He couldn't give in! If he did…Michael shook his head to clear it. MICHAEL! his father exclaimed.
"No," Michael whispered with a shake of his head. The images came faster and harder, and the teen struggled to maintain control. He couldn't--he couldn't give in. He had to be strong. But the images were making him so hungry. Michael whimpered, and then almost unwillingly, he opened the window and jumped down. That's it. Come to me, Michael, his father cajoled. Let me go, Michael pleaded as he continued walking. Michael, you don't mean that, his father stated. Michael panted and tried to fight the hold. Suddenly, Lance appeared out of nowhere!
"Michael," he grinned.
"Let me go…please," the boy whispered hoarsely.
"Let you go? Why would I do that?" With a flick of his wrist, the older vampire brought his son closer. Michael froze. His breathing became labored as his father put a hand on his cheek and started stroking his face. The teen tried to get out of the embrace, but to no avail.
"Take it easy, Michael. I'm not going to hurt you," the man soothed.
"Don't. Please don't," he managed to choke out. The older man chuckled.
"Oh, come on. We can have a little fun," he whispered seductively. Michael started to shake as his father's fingers moved downward towards his neck. Suddenly, the man stopped. Oh, thank God, Michael thought. The sun was about to come up and he'd be free. However, the man apparently had other ideas, because he merely grabbed his son's arm and started dragging him off. NO! Michael's mind screamed. As the boys checked on Star and Laddie, David felt a jolt of panic coming from Michael. Oh, don't tell me the guy's tryin' again! the vampire fumed. Michael? Michael, where are you? he asked. Sensing the new presence in his son's mind, Lance growled. Go away! You have no business here! he snapped. Then, he closed his son's mind as he dragged him away. David concentrated on Michael, trying to get back in, but found that he couldn't. He snarled in frustration.
"What's wrong?" Paul asked, looking up from what he was doing.
"I've lost contact with Michael. His father's got him," David answered. Paul growled, his vampiric visage coming through. Having taken to the skies, Lance continued until they reached a motel, where he had previously checked in. Then, he pulled Michael into the room he had rented and shoved him towards the bed.
"Oh, no way. Forget it," Michael stated, as he tried to run past. Lance telekinetically threw Michael onto the bed and spread him eagle-style. The man chuckled as his son tried to get up with no avail. He straddled the boy and removed his shirt. As Lance's hands began caressing his body, Michael shut his eyes and whisked himself to a place where he felt no pain.