Fates wicked sense of humor
Non Beta version
Disclaimer; I do not own the Lost Boys or any of the characters of the movie! I merely wrote this to amuse others and myself with it; this is fan fiction, nothing more!
Rating; M
Warnings; My bad grammar and spelling. Several killing moods of the actors, blood, vengeance, murder, mention of murder, gore, blood play, crime and murder scenes, cursing, sexual situations not suited for minor aged people, male to male relationships, violent scenes, and other I can't think of it now.
Pairings; Several: David/Star/Michael, Sam/Marco/OC, Paul/Allen/OC, Dwayne/Maria, Max/Lucy Lucy/OC (for now) gramps/widow Johnson, Laddy no one I don't like under age pairings like that!
Suryallee
Payday
"Crunch…crunch…klong…crunch…"
The sounds of the shovel, hitting salty underground and occasionally a stone bedded into the salt, made Lucy Emerson wince every now and then. She sat still inside the huge black van. She couldn't go outside… the salt. The van was more of a limousine than a simple van, it even had air-condition and a bar! Never, ever before, Lucy had sat inside of one of these modern vans before.
For seconds her gaze lingered on the bar…filled with blood-packs and water and other, much stronger spirits and liquors.
"Crunch…klong…klong…crunch…"
Her eyes glued themselves back to the sweating back of her grandfather outside…oh how she wished that she could help him now! Beside her, the blond vampire lord took a daintily sip from one of the glasses filled to the rim with blood. He was also watching her father and two men he had hired digging deeper and deeper into the former saltwater now salt-desert underground. This place was actually even more as only that; it was part of an abandoned town from out of the Wild West times. And the area they were actually in was formerly a graveyard of a now slowly crumbling church.
In other words; Holy Ground + Salt…immense masses of salt and still sacred and purified ground…deadly for every vampire and supernatural kind of beings that did deal with magic.
That they both could be here without already turned to ash or writing in pain was just because of his strong powers and some considerately placed spells on the out and inside the van. Alanthir knew a priest that occasionally worked with him. When he had told him what he planned, the other fast complied with this and helped him even. His comment had amused Alanthir; One less of the crazy ones, he had said, and had given him the needed psalms and all. Even holy water he had given him and Lucy and a blessing to protect the two inhuman beings from the anger of his god.
"Crunch…klong…crunch…klong…crunch…clunk"
For now 4 hours the old Emerson and his workers did digger in the unforgiving hot sun of the harsh and bright evening sun. He found they had digger deep enough now, at least deeply enough for what he had in mind. Nodding through the sun save windows he let one of the workers know that it was enough. The Amish man nodded back and told something to Mister Emerson and the other Amish. All three threw their shovels aside and climbed out of the deep hole. After some minutes they appeared in the front part of the big van.
Nobody said a word. All inside of the van now waited for the sun to set to let the final act of this little drama take place.
Not that the older Emerson wouldn't have done it himself, but Alanthir wanted to do this his way. So he waited for the sun to set too. His hand found that of his daughter in the almost darkness of the van. The Amish refused to help more as to dig the hole with him. That was fine, it wasn't their fight anyways and he respected the way of their people. They did help the priest here with this, nothing more.
A car drove up to the van; another Amish brought the priest and took the two helpers with them back. The old Emerson took a water bottle from right next to one of the blood packs, out of the cooler without to spare a glance at the blood. The old man could care less now. The priest entered the van in silence and sat down near to Alanthir and Lucy. He gave Alanthir a strange looking pair of old shoes that the vampire slowly put on. The sounds he made were the only noises that broke the silence inside the van.
Above the vehicle, a hawk slowly flew rounds in the still warm winds over the salt desert and then screamed once prior to take flight into a different direction as the setting sun.
Taking out a tie to strap his long hair back, the vampire got slowly ready; outside the sun just vanished behind the horizon. When the last rays vanished with the fire ball he opened the door to his left deftly and climbed out, together with the old man and the priest. To Lucy he priest had told prior that he could only prepare one of them. Out of the back of the van, both man and vampire lord took a large looking coffin out into the open. It was heavily sealed off with holy crosses and other. Like paper bandanas with parts of the bible written on it and adorned with signs that not even the older Emerson could identify.
Lucy could hear Max angry screeching even sitting inside the now open door of the van.
The angry fast changed to hysterical and anguish the deeper the coffin was brought into the salty ground. When it hit the bottom of the tunnel in the earth and salt Max screaming had taken on a terrified notch. Alanthir stepped back from the hole, even with the protection measures his hands looked burned now and his feet did slightly steam. He stepped further back without to even show hurt in the face until he stopped next to Mister Emerson. His visage now held a smirk. Out of a big bag he took several small items Lucy never had seen before. A teapot without a handle, a few pearls, a knife, a ribbon that did linger in his hands for a second or two before it joined the other items in the hole, a pipe, some strange looking racks some other things, a teddy bear… the last item did linger a little while longer in his long fingered hand before he let it fall into the hole almost gently, finally he emptied the rest out over the hole.
Grey and white ash slowly floated down inside the hole and onto the coffin inside. Where the ash touched the salt, it turned fast into mist. She shuddered, well knowing what this ash once was; it was the only reminds of his former coven members. The last item to be thrown inside was a magnificently carved knife. The hilt shone with jewelry and seemingly was made of gold; the blade looked like black iron. Marvelous work of a master smith, Lucy mused correctly, it had Celtic, very ancient looking designs carved into the blade and shone strangely in the moonlight. The blade drove inside the wood of the coffin without a problem down to the hilt and got stuck there. With a disturbing grin and a final mocking bow he lastly nodded at the Amish Priest.
When the priest began with his work and Max screams rose to a new level.
She knew what he did; Alanthir had told her what he was just doing: the priest sealed the coffin and Max off for eternity. This hole would be his grave. He would actually need a few hundred years to die in here, maybe even a millennium maybe less; it would be a painfully slow death. The salt would finally eat through the wood and then burn him, the holy ground would paralyze him and the spells would confirm his soul to this place for eternity even after his final death. Every vampire now and in the future would know that he lay here and why. And they would know who placed him here; Alanthir. Nobody would help him, Max was doomed and he did know this as much as Lucy knew this.
The screeching came to a sudden stop when the holy book was snapped close.
"Crunch, thud…crunch, thud…klong, thud…crunch, thud…crunch, thud…"
Her father began to dig the salt and earth back into the hole, together with the priest and Alanthir. With the help of the vampire they were much faster as before; the hole was closed in less than an hour. Taking the shovel with him back to the van, her father put them back into the back of the van. Later he would burn them; together with the shoes and other things the priest had given them for Lucy and Alanthir to protect them.
Just as he promised it to the priest to do that now followed him to the van.
Now his daughter and his grandsons were finally safe from this man and his madness!
Alanthir grimaced whilst looking at his feet, they had blisters and looked burned, the raw flesh showed. But it had been worth it! Lucy held out her wrist to him, underside up. Looking at the short red haired woman and mother of the young half vampire of David's pack he finally smiled and took the offer. The blood worked instantly, soon the flesh healed before the eyes of the stunned watchers until they only looked slightly sunburned anymore.
The blood of the vampiress tasted sweat; Alanthir didn't want to let go of it but did so anyways. There was time for such later in the future and he didn't want to pay her friendliness back like this. Like her son she was a gracious person and Lucy really cared for her children. Inwardly he cursed Max inside his grave again, as he had done so already countless times in the past. Trust it to the madcap to turn such a wonderful woman against her will! But to break her will, that he hadn't archived!
Lucy Emerson still held her head high and with dignity.
Alanthir wanted to keep the woman, she was intelligent and amusing and had wits enough to keep up with him. Besides she was cute in a way and had a wonderful personality. Amused the old vampire found himself attracted to the woman sitting inside the seat across the seat of him. The haunted look in the lovely eyes would vanish with time and the laugh would come back, she would soon adapt to her unwilling new live, he was sure.
Watching her father drive them back in silence the old vampire laughed quietly to himself; Max would rave in his grave now. He made sure that the other knew of his plans and all, and to keep Lucy as his would even anger the traitor more. Alanthir felt in tune with the world right now. Finally! After so many centuries, millennia even he had his revenge on him and what a sweat revenge it was, aye! After such a long time, his childe, theirs, the humans that once had lived with his coven in peace and his beloved siblings but most of all: his never forgotten sire would find their eternal rest.
Lucy watched the vampire with calm eyes; something drove her to this beautiful man, no, Vampire, since the moment she had seen him suddenly bow to her when she had answered the door and then had come through the door of Max house. She had stood there like spellbound and could only watch him with an open mouth suddenly charge at the cursed vampire that had brought her family nothing but pain, trouble, ruin and hurt with an unholy speed.
The following fight was ugly, bloody and nothing short of violent and even the memory of what she had seen in those minutes would haunt her for a long time, Lucy was sure of that. The so beautiful looking man had been nothing short of deadly and she could only watch him land one blow after the other on Max in a rapid succession and deadly accuracy. As strong her wanebe future husband had been, Alanthir had proofed to be stronger, faster and simply more lethal as Max. All the time wielding an ancient looking twinset of long knives, shouting words in a long forgotten language, that somehow remind Lucy to Gaelic in some ways.
The fight itself wasn't taking that long, in an afterthought she found out it wasn't taking longer as one hour and a few minutes…than it was suddenly over.
The entire garden in frontage of the house, the house itself and the backyard were afterwards a mess! Everywhere was blood, on a bench lay one of Max fingers and the nose of him was missing. The former master vampire of David's coven fell from the sky like stone and did land on the earth with a sickening thud. Unmoving. Alanthir had land next to it and calmly put wards onto the other to keep him from moving then he had sweetly asked the fully horrified woman to please call her father. What Lucy promptly did!
It turned out that Alanthir had spoken to the old man before and together they had heaved Max immobile body into the coffin and sealed it off.
She had fled with her children their old town and her abusive husband to only end up in Max claws.
Often since Max had turned her she had thought about that. Now this man was finally away for good, she could even visit her sons now! That Michael was now the mate of David was a shock to the woman but she soon got accustomed to the thought, strangely enough. That Samuel was with Michael soothed her and that the others seem to take good care of the youth put her worries to a rest for the time being. Alanthir had assured her that, knowing very well how much she worried herself sick about the two.
The green, keen eyes watched her again; she could feel their stare on her body. The vampire often stared at her. Lucy amused noted to herself. He looked no older as thirty maybe thirty fife, she didn't care. He was very attractive and did know that all too well. When Lucy got Michael she had not even been 18. 16 years old she had been…so young… now it did her good, because she was younger as the most mothers with one son nearly of age and the other short behind. Thirty three years old now, Lucy Emerson was glad that she had gotten both very young.
She shortly wondered how old the other had been when turned and how old Alanthir truly was. It mattered not, Lucy Emerson was no fool! From what she had figured out in the last hours Alanthir An' Laigh was most likely far older as anything she had seen in her relatively short life before. Gods! He was ancient! Even older as Max and that told her something, she shook her short red locks and unknowingly gave an indication away from 'WHO' her youngest son had inherited his cute habit to bite his lip when he was worried or deeply lost in thought.
She directly asked him, after hearing that strange sounding name, if it was Celtic origin. It had earned her a surprised, pleased look from the tall vampire. Now Lucy hadn't been a flower power child without to come in touch with some outlandish thinking's or such and in the places she mostly had roomed in her own youth, many Irish related folk had run around. Her own family had northern origins but she did not care much about that all. She knew a little from the language and spoke it even thought her accent had to be horrid!
Her first try to quietly try to translate a strange endearment he had given her out by muttering to herself had the vampire lord sputtering for seconds and then outright double over with pearls of laughter. Much to Lucy's fully mortification: she had flushed bright red and had tried to look at everything that had not to do with Alanthir, what seem to make him even laugh harder. After he got himself back in check he had amused asked her holes into her stomach. About her travels in the past, how much she understood of the ancient language he had once spoken as the first in his long existence and about her sons.
Mostly it was about Sam.
That had vexed her a little, Lucy wasn't sure why or how, but Alanthir seemed to have a great curiosity in her youngest. The concerned mother that she was, she had cornered him promptly on that matter, not caring what he could do to her for the moment…to her great surprise Alanthir had not even twitched a brow. He had answered her calmly and hadn't taken it the wrong way in the slightest.
His melodious softly lilting voice had explained her calmly that the intelligence of the young one had intrigued him and that this was why he held an interest in the young male, as he held one in David and Marco born out of the same point. It pleased Lucy somewhat to know now that her youngest son seemed to have the markings of something great, as Alanthir did put it into words, just like the other two had it in his opinion.
After all he was now the covens Elder and therefore, responsible to see to it that they all got the long overdue lessons in many things considering their kin, Max had never given his childe and David's to dominate them more and to render them more helpless. She didn't doubt his judgment in this, he was much older than her and Lucy figured he would know these things better.
Sitting back calmly she crossed her feed at the ankles and stared out into the now dark and cloudless night sky and stopped to mull over the things too much for now.
Under the watchful eyes of Alanthir who never let her out of the corners of his eyes the entire time.
Inside the caves, David awoke from his days rest with a strange feeling in his guts.
The others looked as confused and strangely, free, as he did feel right now. Max. It had to be him and Alanthir! Somersaulting in the air from his spot high in the air, the vampire came down. His feed barely touched the ground before he moved out of the cave in a flash. His brothers followed closely behind. In the main cave, Alanthir just helped Lucy and her father down the entrance stone when the vampires reached it.
David watched him with a tense face; this could only mean one thing in his eyes.
"He is taken care of." Alanthir confirmed his unspoken thought and let go on Samuel's grandfathers' hand. "He has a nice view, David! All the lovely salt…" His face showed a fanged smile, not a pleasant one. David grinned back in the same manner. "Hurray! He got what he deserved but what now? The other elders will surely come and sniff around." Again Alanthir gave him a calm grin and then shook his head, "Nope, the most will not. But some…well, I will take care of them then."
David looked at Lucy. The woman looked relieved and nervous. No wonder, this was David's coven, not Max one. He gave the woman a friendly smile; she was a pleasant one, this woman. Smiling back, a little shyer as usual, Lucy suddenly had an armful Sam clinging at her. Sobbing and whispering mom all the time the youth didn't want to let go of her for a second only. David watched that display with a slight pang in his immortal heard.
He knew he was more or less responsible for this families ruin and pain too…looking at Michael he suddenly realized that he had to explain to Lucy now why he had her son taken as he did! Gulping David timidly scratched his head and damn, he soo didn't look forward to it to that at all!! His blue gaze meets accidentally with that of Nanook who had tilted his furry head to the side in an odd angle and now looked at him curiously and confused. Laughing David shook his head after some blinking and went over to Alanthir who watched him highly amused, acting like an idiot from out of a safe distance. "What can I say?" David told the ancient with a shrug of muscular shoulders then he sat down on the stones behind the elder.
Alanthir gave him an understanding look and nodded. "Not much I suppose, but worry not, she knows already." Quietly, Alanthir counted to three in his mind. As predicted from him, David didn't ask how she got the news, instead the young leader of this promising coven gulped oh so silently behind him. It amused him endlessly how David tried to shrink into himself behind him and seemed to hide his figure behind Alanthir's from the petite looking woman in front of both! He just barely did suppress a bark of laughter; instead a soft snicker left his lips.
These young vampires where balm to his old soul!
With their antics and all they made him feel almost young again. Across from the two stood Marko and watched the entire spectacle from out of a safe distance. David's glare directed at the back of the elder seemed not to trouble the ancient in any way, he chuckled. The soft chuckles turned fast into hardly suppressed laughs when his and Paul's eyes meet over the distance of the cave. Alan and Paul sat on one of the sofa in the middle of the room and also watched their leader's rare behavior with shameless amusement. It wasn't all day that you could see their fearless David cringe and hide but this was different: Lucy was now a, a vampire herself and b, the mother of his mate… Marko suddenly pitied him a little… but not for long!
He dug his own grave; Marko did know and now had to life with it.
That Samuel did cry so hard sat not so well with him. To his relieve the vampiress didn't scold him or such; she instead tried to soothe the distraught young one and held him close. After a while her eyes meet that of Alan on the couch and she got up with Sam still in her hold to walk them both over to the sad looking youth with the dark hair. There she simply sat and after a questioning, openly caring look she suddenly had two crying teens in her arms what seemed not to bother her.
For the first time ever, Marko and David silently asked themselves if not something was true on Max old speech that boys needed a mother…just not in the way their former elder had thought of it. Paul seemed to have the same thought watching the odd trio and got up to get some tissues from somewhere to give them to a grateful Lucy who in turn gave them the slowly calming youths. Lucy never stopped to softly talk all the while soothingly to them.
Alanthir watched them too, in his eyes they not only made a lovely picture they also showed him the extent of possibilities he could await from them all. What he saw made him only surer in it that he had made the right decision. He could already hear the council elders in his ears and see their envious looks. David's coven reminded him so painfully on his own one in the past that it literally hurt him.
David, feeling the change in the ancient's mood gave Alanthir a cautious look. Even knowing some of Max betrayal he did not know the entire story... he planned on it to ask the elder in time about that. It concerned his coven too, in a way and he wanted that all out of the picture. Thus that, Alanthir needed to lay it to rest, he could feel it.
He went his gaze back to the by now recovered two young fledglings of his coven and the woman between them only to have her catch his eyes with her gaze. No time as the now he told himself quietly and stood up to face Michael's mother. But again Lucy surprised him pleasantly this night. She didn't begin to rant or to look stern instead she gave him a guarded but still friendly smile and then just went back to it to soothe the two next to her whilst talking friendly with Paul too. Last one sported now a slight pink hue on his face smiled allots more as the day before and beginning of this night.
Somehow she seemed to find the right words to get him out of his shell again. In that he had retreated a little after the quake. It made David gladder as he could put it in words to see him laugh again! All had missed his sparkling eyes and carefree attitude already. Still somewhat feeling confused he finally shrugged it off and seated himself next to a nose blowing Sam on the same couch.
Marko grinned at the picture and he and the elder exchanged an amused grin before they also entered the picture to find themselves a place to sit before the others could snatch them all the good spots away. Michael shook his dark brown locks at their behavior when he led Star over to a different sofa to settle there with her too. Dwayne just flew up and over their heads to the other side of their gathering to settle down there in the only loveseat of the sitting area with Laddy in his lap. For a short moment an awkward silence fell over the odd group, then one began to laugh and all others followed, later no one could exactly say who began it, it did matter not.
Lucy's father watched this all in silence: calmly noting every single reaction the vampires made shown to his daughters presence and his grandsons. Silently mulling them over he finally decided that he could life with the current devolvement and he finally nodded at Alanthir's invitation to sit down there between them too. He was cautious enough to first check it with David but the vampire just nodded and pointed lazily at a not occupied space on the sofa next to Marko and Alanthir. He himself went over to his two mates after some seconds, to practically cuddle between the two.
The old man gave him an amused smirk what seem to deflate David a little. Did that runt think he would react to such a blatant try to provoke him? Then he was greatly mistaken here! Shaking his head softly he chuckled to himself. His grandson gave him a grateful look that told Grandfather Emerson more than words ever could tell.
"This all seems not to faze you at all old man." David huffed somewhat feeling between annoyed and amused at the casual dismiss of the older man out. It only earned a twinkle of laughing eyes from the old man and a new chuckle what irked him to no end. David barely restrained himself from crossing his arms in a childish moment. Alanthir watched the episode with laughing eyes. He also noted what David could not see: the affectionate look Michael gave the bleach blond from above him. As it seems, the three finally had begun to solve their problems out, he mused and watched instead Marko talking softly to Lucy and then changing his sitting place with her.
Smart ass, Alanthir wryly murmured in his mind but he didn't say anything at all to the devolvement. Instead he watched Alan finally settle more near to Paul and Marko sit down next to his childe with a satisfied grin on the vacated spot of Lucy. It made fast clear to one who had eyes for these kinds of interactions to whom the individuals of this coven belonged to.
"So, and what now?"
Lucy's father finally voiced out aloud what everyone in here asked themselves quietly in their minds. It gave a shuffle of nervous feed and some shrugs of shoulders before David sat up some to answer. "I don't know, old man, I don't fucking know. This all was never planned out this way, nor was it anticipated in any other." He fell silent for a moment before he fixed the old human with his clear ice blue eyes. Inside a rare honest and more open and unguarded look as Marko had seen it lurk there for centuries.
"You seem to feel awfully calm about this all…why is that?" Now it was Mister Emerson who shrugged his shoulders. Then his look suddenly became unfocussed as if he was staring at something in a far-off distance. His voice sounded strangely far away and there altogether when he finally answered David. "Truly, what good would it do to freak out now, David? "His answer brought an ironic smile onto the coven leader's lips. He could understand the man in that.
"Honestly? I always knew that vampires lived in Santa Carla that was never a secret for me. My own grandfather warned me once to not to come to near to your sire because of that little fact. The old families here know exactly what you are, David…they just, how to say, never tell about it?" The young looking vampire gave him an astonished look but said nothing to that for the now. David knew better, if he wanted to know all he had to let the old man tell him all in his own way. He had always thought they would, at least, know something, but that much? He now was truly surprised and already stored the information away for later discussions with his new elder who looked as surprised as David felt right now.
"We always knew it wouldn't do well to anger you guys, so we simply held out tongues and stayed away from you all. It's the best solution for the problem, David, no one gets hurt and all can life happy their own lives. As long we never angered you or your sire and stayed out of your way, he left us in peace as so did you guys. Nothing wrong with that. And you mostly acted smart enough to take your toll out on outsiders and not us. You may not have realized it until now but you instinctively held an unspoken agreement in as so did we and no one was hurt…until your elder decided to break it."
He watched David's flinch with a calm amusement that he did not really feel. He could understand him well enough, for David this meant trouble for his coven and the old man began to wonder how often Max had brought them into troubles like this before in the past. Of what he was told already yesterday, from Alanthir, often enough to lead to this all in the end. He leaned his arms onto his knees and fixed the vampire with his clam and intelligent gaze from out of this position. Lighting a cigarette he took a deep drag from it then he addressed David peacefully again.
"I am here, as I do believe that you already think I do, in the official position of the towns elder families. They wanted me to find out what exactly brought out this change to decide further dealing with you in the future…now that I know all the details I can honestly say: it will not give repercussions from us. At least not this time but you can imagine that I am not feeling well with it to have lost my family to you, don't you, David?" The vampire nodded with a grim expression.
"It will not give any other oversteps in that direction, trust me! Not me and nor my coven have ever wanted such a thing happen like this. We know very well what that will bring out in the end and no one of us needs that." He looked the old man across him directly in the eyes when he spoke the next words.
"I give you my word, as long your people do not bother us, we will let them in peace. We know our own people and to your family…I can only try to make amends, old man. But I swear onto the lives of my childe to you that my coven will take care of them! I am Not Max! My coven is not one of these renegade ones that hold no honor at all. All I can offer is to take care of them and to keep them safe with us; it maybe sounds not like much but believe me, it's more than most would commit themselves to. We will cherish them as full members of us with time, with the full rights that it brings with it; will that be enough for you?"
Inwardly the old man marveled at the duty and devotion directed to his coven that he saw in the eyes of the vampire. Outwardly he looked pensive for a few minutes and sat in silence for some more. "As long you will grand me to see my child and grandchildren and promise me to not keep them from me as long that I live, I think I can live with it. Although, that Max is now paying for his deeds has a lot to do with it, David." His gaze shortly swept over to meet that of the ageless eyes of the vampire next to his daughter who nodded his consent to his question as did David, then it went back to David's who gave him silently the time to say all he had to in his own time. It pleased the old Emerson that David did that, it showed maturity in his eyes and this maturity would they need in the times to come, he did know that.
"If that is ok with you, then I will accept and be done with it!"
David nodded calmly. "Agreed and noted, old man and I will not get in the way with you and your family as long it does not endanger my coven." Both man and vampire gave the other a lopsided smile then the old man stood abruptly and slowly walked over to the entrance of the caves. There he stopped without to turn and addressed the vampires behind him again without to point one out in especial.
"Oh, before I forget it, one little advice: Hurt them and you will find out the unpleasant way where they got their brains from, got it?" He left without to wait for an answer.
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