Title: David's Revenge (Part 3)
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. The only thing I own is Annabelle but don't tell her that. However, if they wanted to give me Dwayne I wouldn't object ::sigh::
Part 3
David blinked, twice, and shook his head. He didn't just see what he thought he saw, did he? Then again, the dull ache in his body that had started when his Boys were taken away from him was pounding relentlessly, and no matter how much revenge he would take, it would never stop. Oh, he would get his revenge. Nothing short of the apocalypse would prevent that. But if he could have them back too he was willing to do anything. Including helping a strange little girl in a Victorian dress.
At that moment David was aware of the Hunger that was burning and twisting his insides. 'Oh, a good kill is just what I need to take my mind off of this terrible mess' he thought, flying out of the mouth of the cave and towards the boardwalk.
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Michael and Sam walked along the boardwalk, flanking a pale and tired-looking Edgar. They weren't just going to drop him off at his house. If what Star had said was right, none of them could be alone, and especially not at night. They were actually planning to get a few of his things, because he would be staying at their place. Mr. and Mrs. Frogg had reluctantly agreed to it and it seemed that they understood quite well why he needed to stay there. "All right Edgar, we're here!" Michael said, a little too cheerily.
"Geez Mikey, I don't think any amount of cheer is going to help at a time like this." Sam said quietly, turning to glance at his now defeated-looking friend.
"I know that Sam, but how will it hurt?"
With that said, Michael turned to Edgar and gently guided him into the house. they walked down the hall to his bedroom and once inside Michael took out a large suitcase and opened the closet, tossing Edgar's clothes haphazardly towards the suitcase and barely hitting it most of the time. Sam stood by to catch the errant clothes and pile them as best he could (no time for folding) into the open bag. Edgar, meanwhile, sat on the edge of the bed with a distant look in his eyes. "You should go into Alan's room and get his favorite stake. He never got to use it, but I sure as hell want to." Edgar said suddenly.
Michael looked away from his task, startled. "Yeah, Edgar, we'll do that. I'd bet he'd want you to have it anyway."
With the clothes loaded into the suitcase, Michael turned to Sam. However, Sam wasn't there. "Sam!" Michael screamed, darting into the hallway.
"What, Mike? I was just getting the stake Ed asked for. I think this is the one, anyway." Sam said calmly, a confused expression on his face.
"Damn it, Sammy, don't scare me like that again! I don't want to have to explain to Mom why I couldn't save you!"
"Mike, chill out. Nothing's going to happen to us. David can't take us by surprise anymore. We know his tricks now."
"Don't get too confident, Sam. You'll get yourself dead that way." Michael said firmly, and turned to lead the boys back into the uncertainty of the night.
"Geez, ex-vampires can be so touchy." Sam grumbled.
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Meanwhile David was walking along the crowded boardwalk, enjoying the night air and the anticipation of the blood that would soon be on his lips. He scanned the crowd, searching for the right victim. Maybe he would even spot his ultimate prey, which would make this night a great deal better. A few yards ahead he spotted a young girl with long, curly black hair. She turned around and he was disappointed that it was not Star but it was damn sure close. For tonight, he would pretend.
He waited silently in an alley until she had almost passed him by. With a gloved hand he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the darkness, slamming her into the brick wall. "So, you thought you could do this to me and get away with it, huh Star?" he snarled.
"Who are you? What do you want? Who's Star?" the girl cried, trembling violently.
"Don't bother trying to play these games with me, Star, I will have my revenge. You and your lover can't stop me." David smiled slightly, this game was just what he needed.
"My lover? Please, I don't know what you're talking about! Just let me go and I'll forget this ever happened!"
"Hmm...I don't think so, girl. I gave you a gift, I offered you eternal life and a place in my Pack, and this is how you decide to repay me?! Letting you go is not an option here."
"Please, I'm sorry about whatever I did, can't you let me go?" the girl said, trying to play along.
"I know you heard me the first time, so I won't say it again. You getting out of this alive is not going to happen."
With that David let out a deep growl and bared his fangs. The girl screamed and struggled but David just laughed in amusement. "Oh, poor Star! What's a girl to do in a situation like this? Well, Mom always taught me never to play with my food, and I think I've played enough." David sunk his fangs into her neck and drank deeply, caught up in the sweet taste of "Star's" fear-laced blood. He could never imagine getting tired of that sensation . In David's reverie he didn't notice the fine mist that had gathered in the alley, nor did he notice the little girl that stepped out of it.
"You know, David, you're making me jealous." Annabelle said wryly.
At that David's spell was broken, and he looked up, annoyed, in the direction of the voice. When he saw Annabelle he was so stunned that he could barely manage more than a confused "what the hell?"
"I thought you'd be more happy to see me. I'm so very disappointed." she said sarcastically.
"I....how did you get here?" David sputtered.
"Well, do you mean here here? Or my current more undead than undead situation?"
"Well since I know you're going to tell me the other story anyway, how about both." David said, wiping the blood carelessly from his lips with the sleeve of his coat.
"David, you have no idea how much I envy you. How much I miss the feel of warm blood cascading down my throat or a dying pulse under my lips. It's a privilege, David, a fucking privilege, but you'll never appreciate it until it's too late." Annabelle cried, her eyes turning golden in the darkness of the night.
"Annabelle, why don't you just tell me who and what the hell you are." David snarled quietly, a true curiosity coming through.
"All right, David, but maybe we should go back to your home sweet home."
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Annabelle's Story
Annabelle had been only been nine years old when Max decided to make her a part of his "family." It had been 1783, and Max had spotted her getting into her father's carriage after her grandmother's 50th birthday celebration. He was putting together what he pictured to be a perfect family: a father, a mother, and two children. He had already found and made the mother and son, all he needed was the daughter and everything would be perfect. When he saw her he knew that she was the one. She was lovely, and reminded him of the daughter he'd had before his transformation. The next evening he lured her into his carriage just outside of her home with promises of candy and a little kitten to call her own. Once inside the carriage he had offered her a drink from a small bottle, promising that the contents were a great new treat that he thought she might like to try. It had, of course, been his blood and because she was a child the transformation had been swift and practically painless. This was because a child's body is more adaptable to any type of change. She learned to love the life of a vampire and, more importantly, Max. The new family happily wreaked havoc on any town they came across, hunting relentlessly but with a surprising joy.
One evening in 1845 the carefree attitude that the vampire's possessed proved to be their undoing. The people that inhabited the town where the vampires had decided to live started to get suspicious. The sun had just set when a mob descended upon their haven. Max and Annabelle managed to escape but just barely. Without the rest of their happy family, they fled to California where in 1911 they settled in Santa Carla, or what were then just the beginnings of it. Everything had seemed to be all right, revenge had been taken, and she and Max were as happy as they could be. Then Max did something that she never would forgive.
It had been early in the evening just in the beginning of June. Annabelle arose early as usual and was brushing her hair, waiting for Max to rise so that he could fix her hair as he always did. She heard a strange noise behind her, as if someone was trying to be too quiet and was failing. She turned, and as she did so Max thrust a stake through her chest, piercing her heart. "I'm sorry Annabelle darling," he whispered, "I need a new family and I cannot create it with you here."
Her last thoughts were of the bitter betrayal she had been served at the hands of her beloved Sire.
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. The only thing I own is Annabelle but don't tell her that. However, if they wanted to give me Dwayne I wouldn't object ::sigh::
Part 3
David blinked, twice, and shook his head. He didn't just see what he thought he saw, did he? Then again, the dull ache in his body that had started when his Boys were taken away from him was pounding relentlessly, and no matter how much revenge he would take, it would never stop. Oh, he would get his revenge. Nothing short of the apocalypse would prevent that. But if he could have them back too he was willing to do anything. Including helping a strange little girl in a Victorian dress.
At that moment David was aware of the Hunger that was burning and twisting his insides. 'Oh, a good kill is just what I need to take my mind off of this terrible mess' he thought, flying out of the mouth of the cave and towards the boardwalk.
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Michael and Sam walked along the boardwalk, flanking a pale and tired-looking Edgar. They weren't just going to drop him off at his house. If what Star had said was right, none of them could be alone, and especially not at night. They were actually planning to get a few of his things, because he would be staying at their place. Mr. and Mrs. Frogg had reluctantly agreed to it and it seemed that they understood quite well why he needed to stay there. "All right Edgar, we're here!" Michael said, a little too cheerily.
"Geez Mikey, I don't think any amount of cheer is going to help at a time like this." Sam said quietly, turning to glance at his now defeated-looking friend.
"I know that Sam, but how will it hurt?"
With that said, Michael turned to Edgar and gently guided him into the house. they walked down the hall to his bedroom and once inside Michael took out a large suitcase and opened the closet, tossing Edgar's clothes haphazardly towards the suitcase and barely hitting it most of the time. Sam stood by to catch the errant clothes and pile them as best he could (no time for folding) into the open bag. Edgar, meanwhile, sat on the edge of the bed with a distant look in his eyes. "You should go into Alan's room and get his favorite stake. He never got to use it, but I sure as hell want to." Edgar said suddenly.
Michael looked away from his task, startled. "Yeah, Edgar, we'll do that. I'd bet he'd want you to have it anyway."
With the clothes loaded into the suitcase, Michael turned to Sam. However, Sam wasn't there. "Sam!" Michael screamed, darting into the hallway.
"What, Mike? I was just getting the stake Ed asked for. I think this is the one, anyway." Sam said calmly, a confused expression on his face.
"Damn it, Sammy, don't scare me like that again! I don't want to have to explain to Mom why I couldn't save you!"
"Mike, chill out. Nothing's going to happen to us. David can't take us by surprise anymore. We know his tricks now."
"Don't get too confident, Sam. You'll get yourself dead that way." Michael said firmly, and turned to lead the boys back into the uncertainty of the night.
"Geez, ex-vampires can be so touchy." Sam grumbled.
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Meanwhile David was walking along the crowded boardwalk, enjoying the night air and the anticipation of the blood that would soon be on his lips. He scanned the crowd, searching for the right victim. Maybe he would even spot his ultimate prey, which would make this night a great deal better. A few yards ahead he spotted a young girl with long, curly black hair. She turned around and he was disappointed that it was not Star but it was damn sure close. For tonight, he would pretend.
He waited silently in an alley until she had almost passed him by. With a gloved hand he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the darkness, slamming her into the brick wall. "So, you thought you could do this to me and get away with it, huh Star?" he snarled.
"Who are you? What do you want? Who's Star?" the girl cried, trembling violently.
"Don't bother trying to play these games with me, Star, I will have my revenge. You and your lover can't stop me." David smiled slightly, this game was just what he needed.
"My lover? Please, I don't know what you're talking about! Just let me go and I'll forget this ever happened!"
"Hmm...I don't think so, girl. I gave you a gift, I offered you eternal life and a place in my Pack, and this is how you decide to repay me?! Letting you go is not an option here."
"Please, I'm sorry about whatever I did, can't you let me go?" the girl said, trying to play along.
"I know you heard me the first time, so I won't say it again. You getting out of this alive is not going to happen."
With that David let out a deep growl and bared his fangs. The girl screamed and struggled but David just laughed in amusement. "Oh, poor Star! What's a girl to do in a situation like this? Well, Mom always taught me never to play with my food, and I think I've played enough." David sunk his fangs into her neck and drank deeply, caught up in the sweet taste of "Star's" fear-laced blood. He could never imagine getting tired of that sensation . In David's reverie he didn't notice the fine mist that had gathered in the alley, nor did he notice the little girl that stepped out of it.
"You know, David, you're making me jealous." Annabelle said wryly.
At that David's spell was broken, and he looked up, annoyed, in the direction of the voice. When he saw Annabelle he was so stunned that he could barely manage more than a confused "what the hell?"
"I thought you'd be more happy to see me. I'm so very disappointed." she said sarcastically.
"I....how did you get here?" David sputtered.
"Well, do you mean here here? Or my current more undead than undead situation?"
"Well since I know you're going to tell me the other story anyway, how about both." David said, wiping the blood carelessly from his lips with the sleeve of his coat.
"David, you have no idea how much I envy you. How much I miss the feel of warm blood cascading down my throat or a dying pulse under my lips. It's a privilege, David, a fucking privilege, but you'll never appreciate it until it's too late." Annabelle cried, her eyes turning golden in the darkness of the night.
"Annabelle, why don't you just tell me who and what the hell you are." David snarled quietly, a true curiosity coming through.
"All right, David, but maybe we should go back to your home sweet home."
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Annabelle's Story
Annabelle had been only been nine years old when Max decided to make her a part of his "family." It had been 1783, and Max had spotted her getting into her father's carriage after her grandmother's 50th birthday celebration. He was putting together what he pictured to be a perfect family: a father, a mother, and two children. He had already found and made the mother and son, all he needed was the daughter and everything would be perfect. When he saw her he knew that she was the one. She was lovely, and reminded him of the daughter he'd had before his transformation. The next evening he lured her into his carriage just outside of her home with promises of candy and a little kitten to call her own. Once inside the carriage he had offered her a drink from a small bottle, promising that the contents were a great new treat that he thought she might like to try. It had, of course, been his blood and because she was a child the transformation had been swift and practically painless. This was because a child's body is more adaptable to any type of change. She learned to love the life of a vampire and, more importantly, Max. The new family happily wreaked havoc on any town they came across, hunting relentlessly but with a surprising joy.
One evening in 1845 the carefree attitude that the vampire's possessed proved to be their undoing. The people that inhabited the town where the vampires had decided to live started to get suspicious. The sun had just set when a mob descended upon their haven. Max and Annabelle managed to escape but just barely. Without the rest of their happy family, they fled to California where in 1911 they settled in Santa Carla, or what were then just the beginnings of it. Everything had seemed to be all right, revenge had been taken, and she and Max were as happy as they could be. Then Max did something that she never would forgive.
It had been early in the evening just in the beginning of June. Annabelle arose early as usual and was brushing her hair, waiting for Max to rise so that he could fix her hair as he always did. She heard a strange noise behind her, as if someone was trying to be too quiet and was failing. She turned, and as she did so Max thrust a stake through her chest, piercing her heart. "I'm sorry Annabelle darling," he whispered, "I need a new family and I cannot create it with you here."
Her last thoughts were of the bitter betrayal she had been served at the hands of her beloved Sire.