Title: David's Revenge (Part 2)
Author: ImhotepsGoddess
Summary: David isn't dead. And he wants revenge. How will he get it, and could he possibly find a way to bring the Pack back to life?
Disclaimer: As we all know, the WB owns The Lost Boys and all of the characters therein. However, if they wanted to give me Dwayne I wouldn't object ::sigh::
Part Two
Meanwhile, at the Santa Carla Holiday Inn, the Emersons, plus Star and Laddie, were trying to decide on a reasonable plan of action. Michael and Sam thought that they should arm themselves and go back to the cave. There might be other things down there, they argued, and if they could kill the most power vampire in Santa Carla, why shouldn't they be able to kill anything else? Their mother, Lucy, and Star argued back that Star had never seen or heard anything besides the Lost Boys during her two month stay at the cave and she had never been warned by David or anyone else to stay away from any specific place. Grandpa and Laddie stayed neutral because even if they didn't want to go to the cave, it might simply be a necessary action.
After about two days of nervous confusion and sleepless nights Lucy announced that it was time to face what they had left behind. They had contemplated hiring professional cleaners but they didn't want to answer the questions that would inevitably come up if anyone saw the place in its current state. So they all piled into Lucy's chugging jeep and started the long drive back to the battle site.
Sam was worried. He had given the Frog brothers the number where they could be reached and hadn't heard from either of them. There was probably an explanation for this, but after all they had seen and been through Sam was more scared than he usually would have been. Their parents, as always, were no help. They could never tell you exactly where their kids were and usually just rattled off a long list of possible places to look. Sam was nervous that, in all their macho bravado, they had gone to the caves by themselves and met some untimely end. Whatever the reason, as soon as they set foot in the house, Sam would be on the phone and would find them, dead or alive.
When they arrived at the house it was as silent as a graveyard. Lucy pulled up the long gravel driveway and the group was immediately met with two disturbing sites. The first was the lone figure of Edgar Frog sitting motionless on the front step, his head in his hands and his eyes closed. The second was several bloody handprints on the door that had not been there when they had left.
"Edgar, what happened?....Edgar?....Edgar!!" Sam yelled, his question quickly becoming hysterical shouting.
Michael knelt next to the Frog brother and shook him once, hard. Edgar looked up at Michael with tears in his eyes and whispered just one word, "Alan."
Sam was pushing open the door and walking into the house before anyone could stop him. He quickly scanned the main room and his eyes fell on a single body that had not been there before. Timidly he walked over to it, scared to death that he knew exactly who it was. One quick glance confirmed his fears and he doubled over, his breakfast rising in his throat. He leaned on the end of the banister for support and let out a weak cry.
Michael barely heard Sam call his name and in moments he and the others, minus Lucy, were inside the house. He skidded to a stop the moment he saw Alan's body. He couldn't believe it. How could this have happened? It was obvious from the large neck wounds that he had been killed by a vampire, but who had lived? Star covered her mouth with both hands and choked back a sob. It could not be possible. And yet it was.
"David." Star let the word slip from her mouth and immediately Michael and the others whirled around and stared at her.
"How could that be? I killed him! I saw him die! So did you, Star!" Michael practically shouted at her.
"Antlers don't kill vampires. We should have known. We should have remembered." Sam said softly, his eyes full of guilt and sorrow.
"Then it isn't over. David will be back for each and every one of us." Michael shuddered, suddenly more scared than he had ever hoped to be again.
"But especially us, Michael. He'll hold us the most responsible, we were supposed to be his family." Star said quietly, suddenly feeling deep pangs of guilt over not only Alan Frog, but over the fallen Lost Boys as well.
"Well he won't get a chance at us again, Star. He's only one vampire, how much damage can he possibly do now that we know he's back?"
If only Michael could have known how wrong he was...........
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David awoke from his long sleep unrefreshed and feeling more like death itself than anything else. Which in a way, he smiled to himself, he was. He would act as the Grim Reaper for everyone who had been in that house on that night not so long ago. He would not go in a blind rage this time, though. He would have a plan, and he would stick to it. He would be calm and methodical, staying to the shadows and staying off of the boardwalk unless necessary. He would only feed in quiet corners and on those not likely to be missed so as not to attract any more attention to himself.
David felt a presence in his cave even before he walked into the main room. He blended into the shadows and cautiously took a step into the open looking for the intruder. At once he spotted it, or rather, her. A small child sat on one of the overstuffed couches, looking woefully out of place with the decor. It was her style of dress that was the most odd. She was wearing a Victorian style satin pink dress with chiffon trimming and a lace neckline. She had on black patent leather shoes and pink stockings. Her chestnut brown hair was wound in tight banana curls and was tied up in a large pink satin bow. In her hands she clutched a porcelain doll, similarly dressed.
Cautiously David stepped into her line of view and she stared up at him for a moment, and cocked her head to one side. "You look terrible, David" she said matter-of-factly.
"What the hell is going on here? I must really be losing my mind! Perhaps I should just take that nice stroll on the beach tomorrow morning!" David whispered to himself, still gaping at the girl.
"David, you are not losing you mind. My name is Annabelle." Annabelle held out a small white hand and David shook it absentmindedly.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my haven?"
"Well you did want to get your Boys back didn't you?," Annabelle didn't wait for an answer and continued, "Yes, I thought so. I can help you, if you'll help me."
With that, Annabelle disappeared, leaving a very stunned and suddenly very tired David standing in the middle of his cave, staring at an empty couch.
~~ Yeah, it sounds weird now, just wait! No, Annabelle isn't a Mary Sue, I promise! As always, please review! For the review is the life.
Author: ImhotepsGoddess
Summary: David isn't dead. And he wants revenge. How will he get it, and could he possibly find a way to bring the Pack back to life?
Disclaimer: As we all know, the WB owns The Lost Boys and all of the characters therein. However, if they wanted to give me Dwayne I wouldn't object ::sigh::
Part Two
Meanwhile, at the Santa Carla Holiday Inn, the Emersons, plus Star and Laddie, were trying to decide on a reasonable plan of action. Michael and Sam thought that they should arm themselves and go back to the cave. There might be other things down there, they argued, and if they could kill the most power vampire in Santa Carla, why shouldn't they be able to kill anything else? Their mother, Lucy, and Star argued back that Star had never seen or heard anything besides the Lost Boys during her two month stay at the cave and she had never been warned by David or anyone else to stay away from any specific place. Grandpa and Laddie stayed neutral because even if they didn't want to go to the cave, it might simply be a necessary action.
After about two days of nervous confusion and sleepless nights Lucy announced that it was time to face what they had left behind. They had contemplated hiring professional cleaners but they didn't want to answer the questions that would inevitably come up if anyone saw the place in its current state. So they all piled into Lucy's chugging jeep and started the long drive back to the battle site.
Sam was worried. He had given the Frog brothers the number where they could be reached and hadn't heard from either of them. There was probably an explanation for this, but after all they had seen and been through Sam was more scared than he usually would have been. Their parents, as always, were no help. They could never tell you exactly where their kids were and usually just rattled off a long list of possible places to look. Sam was nervous that, in all their macho bravado, they had gone to the caves by themselves and met some untimely end. Whatever the reason, as soon as they set foot in the house, Sam would be on the phone and would find them, dead or alive.
When they arrived at the house it was as silent as a graveyard. Lucy pulled up the long gravel driveway and the group was immediately met with two disturbing sites. The first was the lone figure of Edgar Frog sitting motionless on the front step, his head in his hands and his eyes closed. The second was several bloody handprints on the door that had not been there when they had left.
"Edgar, what happened?....Edgar?....Edgar!!" Sam yelled, his question quickly becoming hysterical shouting.
Michael knelt next to the Frog brother and shook him once, hard. Edgar looked up at Michael with tears in his eyes and whispered just one word, "Alan."
Sam was pushing open the door and walking into the house before anyone could stop him. He quickly scanned the main room and his eyes fell on a single body that had not been there before. Timidly he walked over to it, scared to death that he knew exactly who it was. One quick glance confirmed his fears and he doubled over, his breakfast rising in his throat. He leaned on the end of the banister for support and let out a weak cry.
Michael barely heard Sam call his name and in moments he and the others, minus Lucy, were inside the house. He skidded to a stop the moment he saw Alan's body. He couldn't believe it. How could this have happened? It was obvious from the large neck wounds that he had been killed by a vampire, but who had lived? Star covered her mouth with both hands and choked back a sob. It could not be possible. And yet it was.
"David." Star let the word slip from her mouth and immediately Michael and the others whirled around and stared at her.
"How could that be? I killed him! I saw him die! So did you, Star!" Michael practically shouted at her.
"Antlers don't kill vampires. We should have known. We should have remembered." Sam said softly, his eyes full of guilt and sorrow.
"Then it isn't over. David will be back for each and every one of us." Michael shuddered, suddenly more scared than he had ever hoped to be again.
"But especially us, Michael. He'll hold us the most responsible, we were supposed to be his family." Star said quietly, suddenly feeling deep pangs of guilt over not only Alan Frog, but over the fallen Lost Boys as well.
"Well he won't get a chance at us again, Star. He's only one vampire, how much damage can he possibly do now that we know he's back?"
If only Michael could have known how wrong he was...........
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David awoke from his long sleep unrefreshed and feeling more like death itself than anything else. Which in a way, he smiled to himself, he was. He would act as the Grim Reaper for everyone who had been in that house on that night not so long ago. He would not go in a blind rage this time, though. He would have a plan, and he would stick to it. He would be calm and methodical, staying to the shadows and staying off of the boardwalk unless necessary. He would only feed in quiet corners and on those not likely to be missed so as not to attract any more attention to himself.
David felt a presence in his cave even before he walked into the main room. He blended into the shadows and cautiously took a step into the open looking for the intruder. At once he spotted it, or rather, her. A small child sat on one of the overstuffed couches, looking woefully out of place with the decor. It was her style of dress that was the most odd. She was wearing a Victorian style satin pink dress with chiffon trimming and a lace neckline. She had on black patent leather shoes and pink stockings. Her chestnut brown hair was wound in tight banana curls and was tied up in a large pink satin bow. In her hands she clutched a porcelain doll, similarly dressed.
Cautiously David stepped into her line of view and she stared up at him for a moment, and cocked her head to one side. "You look terrible, David" she said matter-of-factly.
"What the hell is going on here? I must really be losing my mind! Perhaps I should just take that nice stroll on the beach tomorrow morning!" David whispered to himself, still gaping at the girl.
"David, you are not losing you mind. My name is Annabelle." Annabelle held out a small white hand and David shook it absentmindedly.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my haven?"
"Well you did want to get your Boys back didn't you?," Annabelle didn't wait for an answer and continued, "Yes, I thought so. I can help you, if you'll help me."
With that, Annabelle disappeared, leaving a very stunned and suddenly very tired David standing in the middle of his cave, staring at an empty couch.
~~ Yeah, it sounds weird now, just wait! No, Annabelle isn't a Mary Sue, I promise! As always, please review! For the review is the life.