The sound of frantic knocking on the apartment door woke Michael, who was usually a deep sleeper, up from his slumber. Michael internally cursed as he was hesitant to move even the slightest. Then he looked at the time, it was thirty minutes til midnight. Who the fuck would be knocking on his door this late at night?
Instead of answering the door, Michael opted to stay in bed and closed his eyes. It was most likely some drunk asshole who thought this was their apartment. Shit like was a common occurrence. However, ignoring it became hard when knocking became more incessant and louder.
"Look, you've got the wrong apartment. So, do us both a favor and go bother someone else. " Michael shouted at door out of irritation, which only got worse when it kept on going. "Listen here asshole, it's almost fucking midnight, come back at a decent hour at least."
Finally Michael had enough as threw the sheets off him and went up to the door, not particularly caring if he was only dressed in his underwear.
"What the hell do you wa-" He stopped mid sentence, because when he opened the door, there was no one there. The brunette surveyed the outside only to find that there wasn't even a hint of someone having been there. "Assholes."
Michael grumbled and shut the door. Must have been some little shit's playing a prank. Nevertheless, he shrugged the whole matter off and headed right back in the direction of his bed.
"Nice place you got here, Michael."
His body instantly jumped at the sound of the voice. That voice was all familiar. He knew that fucking voice. Yet he didn't want to turn around. However, his body and his mind seemed to be on two different wavelengths, as he suddenly found himself facing the devil himself.
"I impaled your ass. You're supposed to be dead." Michael backed away to create more distance from David. Unfortunately his efforts proved fruitless as within seconds they were face to face.
"This is the only warning you're gonna get, so listen good." The brunette could feel his breath against his skin, causing a shiver to run down his spine, "I'm coming for you."
Suddenly he shot up, feeling the comfort of the mattress below him and the sun was shining. He sighed with relief. Whew, thank god that was a dream. Of course, the relief faded when he heard a knock on the door, but this time more casual. Michael then threw on decent enough clothes and proceeded to answer the door to be greeted by the sight of Sam.
"Sam? What are you doing here?" Michael inquired grumpily. "I don't have much time before I have to head to work, so make it fast."
The younger Emerson stood there and twiddled his thumbs. Obviously he wasn't here completely of his own accord. More likely than not, their mother sent him over to apologize.
"Look, I'm sorry for being an asshole last night, alright. There I said it." Sam said with an apparent renewed sense of courage. "I shouldn't have gone that far."
Michael rose a skeptical eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Uh huh. Let me guess, mom put you up to this, didn't she?"
The look on his brother's face answered the question before words could even be spoke. There was no way he would apologize when he wasn't really sorry. Not unless he was pressured to.
"I'm guessing mom threatened to take away your comics, right?"
Sam appeared to hesitate, he knew he was caught.
"Okay, mom may have told me to apologize but I will admit I was bit an asshole," Sam said with a sigh, "You may not see it this way, but I did what I did because I'm concerned about you. Something just doesn't feel right, okay? It's not safe to be on your own."
All that did was earn an eye roll. Really, his concern was touching but completely unnecessary and quite frankly annoying. One things for sure, he definitely wasn't going to tell Sam about that dream he just had.
"I get that you're concerned Sammy, but I can take care of myself." He retorted, "Now will you scram? I have shit I have to do before work."
"I'm not leaving here until you promise to tell me if something happens." Sam huffed, "Especially if it pertains to shit suckers."
"Tch. Yeah, sure will."
"How long do you plan on messing with him, Davey? Kinda wish I could have a piece of the action." Marko smirked suggestively, leaning against the seat of his bike "Oh man, me and Mikey could have some real fun."
The head vampire didn't take too kindly to the manner in which Marko spoke, certainly didn't like the expression either. His nails extended before he precisely cut Marko's cheek, not deep enough to do too much damage but enough to hurt.
"Ouch! That fucking hurt!" Marko whined as he rested a hand over the small, temporary, wound. "What the hell was that for?"
Overlooking the scene, Dwayne visibly facepalmed. All these years and the idiot still didn't know when to keep his mouth shut.
"Oooh, looks like Davey's a little jealous huh?" Paul teased the blond, though immediately regretting it the moment the attention was shifted to him. He put up his hands and backed away. "Woah, hey, don't take me seriously okay? I was joking, lighten up."
"The only person that is allowed to mess with Michael is me, unless I give you permission, got it? Michael is mine." David made no effort to hide just how possessive he was. "As for how long I plan on messing with him, I don't plan on taking any chances this time. We're getting him tonight."
"What about a meal, huh? Need to get something good tonight." Marko sighed dramatically.
"We'll get a bite to eat on the way." David rolled his eyes and hopped on his bike. "C'mon boys, we have a wayward brother to retrieve."
After a long day Michael didn't feel like putting up with anyone else, not that he was much of a people person anyway. He was supposed to make up for ditching his mom the other night. However, he was just wanted to go to his apartment, have a couple beers, and not have to worry about a goddamn thing.
He didn't even bother to turn on the lights when he entered his apartment. The brunette simply tossed his jacket onto the floor and navigated his way towards the fridge. Luckily he knew the place like the back of his hand. Then, just as he cracked a bottle open he could hear a sound coming from the other room.
"Sam? That better not be you or I swear to god." He called out halfheartedly as he stepped into the room, "I don't have time for your shit tonight, got it Sammy?"
When the lights flicked on his heart immediately skipped a beat and the bottle in his hand fell onto carpet, staining it as it leaked. David was standing exactly by the light switch, just as smug as he remembered him.
"Right? This is another dream isn't?" He muttered and shook his head. "Or maybe I'll blink and then you'll be gone."
Michael closed his eyes but got a response he wouldn't expect, at least not from someone who was supposed to be dead. The bastard just laughed like he just told the funniest joke in the world. He sighed with relief when the blond wasn't there when his eyelids squinted open.
"I told you I was coming for you, Michael." That relief dissipated at the feeling of the previously assumed dead vampire's breath hitting his ear as he whispered ever so softly. "You're coming back home with me."
"The hell I am." Michael turned around and delivered a hard right hook, "If you think I'm going with you, you're crazy as those frog brothers."
David rubbed his jaw but he was still just as smug. That one was even harder than the last one.
"You know, that one actually managed to hurt, call me impressed." David smirked and readjusted his jaw, "Oh those wannabe vampire hunters? They tasted a lot better than I thought they would, y'know? Well I guess you would have..."
Eyes flicked from David to the door then back as Michael internally devised a plan to get just get the hell out. All he had to was getting on his bike and he could get away, right? That's if he made it to his bike anyway.
"So, Sam wasn't crazy after all, you killed them all by yourself?" He was stalling, hoping to distract him enough to get the chance to run. The look he got in return wasn't exactly helping his confidence in his plan, though.
From there he just decided to say fuck it, and just bolted towards the door, not even bothering to close and not looking back.
David, on the other hand, didn't even bother to move. The vampire just took his time, not at all worried. Really, he expected this level of stubbornness and stupidity from his chosen. Of course it wasn't like it was going to do the soon-to-be former human any good.
Michael did manage to reach his bike he found himself surrounded by the other Lost Boys. He fought back the shock and elbowed Marko square in the face,then did the same to Paul. That pushed gave him just enough room to run.
"Hel-" Michael only got half of the word out, and not near as far he'd like before Dwayne was behind him. Dwayne was a lot harder to fight off and now he couldn't even call out for help as he squirmed viciously in the vampire's arms.
"There's no use fighting, Michael, give up." David once more came into view. "And no one can help you now. Y'know, this could've gone a lot smoother if you just came willingly. Sweet dreams, Michael."
All it took was finding the right pressure points and Michael was out cold.
"Man, Mikey sure knows how to throw a punch doesn't he? That actually managed to hurt a little." Marko complained, "I outta get a little payback, what do ya think Paul?"
"I don't know, what do you think, Dwayne?" Paul only got a glare from Dwayne.
"Did you not hear a single warning David made earlier? Stop being dumbasses, seriously." Dwayne turned his attention to Michael's bike. "What are we going to do with his bike?"
"We'll worry about taking care of his bike later," David remarked, completely ignoring Marko and Paul as he slung Michael over his shoulder. "I'm going to fly him back. Marko leave your bike here for now and ride bitch."
Marko was about to make some comment about leaving bitch there instead but the look on David's face made him think twice. "Fine...but I still need payback."
