itle: David's Revenge (Part 4)
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 4
David sat silently, staring in shock at the little girl who was apparently his elder. He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again and finally spoke, "If he killed you, then why are you still here?"
Annabelle smiled slightly and said, "David, you don't know much about the afterlife of a vampire, do you?," before David could respond she continued, "When a vampire is killed our spirits are put in a kind of limbo. Since we are neither alive nor dead, our spirits gain strong ties to the earth. Right now your Boys are in this limbo, which is why I can bring them back for you."
David furrowed his brow for a moment, a question formulating in his head. "But if they are in this limbo, as you are, why are they not able to contact me and talk with me as you can?"
"Well, they were not killed by their Sire, nor were their last thoughts of a great betrayal at the hands of that which they loved the most. Such a circumstance allows the spirit of the vampire to grow strong and try to seek revenge."
"But Max is dead. How can you seek revenge on him, unless you wish to see it through his childer, perhaps me. Is this all a ruse to get close to me?"
"I can tell you in all honest truth that this is no ruse. I have had my revenge on your Sire. No, all I wish is to see the life I never had the chance to see, and live as I could never live."
"What do you mean by that? How can I raise you from the dead, if I cannot even raise my own Pack?"
"To be blunt, David, I need a body. Over the years I have gained a considerable amount of power, and with this power I intend to possess a new physical form. I need you to find a suitable host, one that would be susceptible to my type of power; weak but not too weak, strong but not too strong. Are you willing to help me, David?"
David looked at her, really looked, and saw that she was quite serious. This made him somewhat nervous, but also excited, because if she could really replace one's essence with her own, then surely she could raise the dead. David turned to her, a cold smile on his pale face, "Yes I am willing to help you, and perhaps I know just the person."
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Star knew that she shouldn't be out this late at night. Really, it was quite stupid of her to think that she could get away with walking on the boardwalk without Michael or his brother or both, not that that could have helped her any. She felt a chill whip around her, as if something wasn't right. As if something was very, very *wrong*. She looked from side to side at the people around her, but she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Then she heard it. The rumbling of a motorcycle gunning down the boardwalk. Out of pure instinct she started to run, but by then it was too late. The driver of the motorcycle didn't even slow down as he grabbed her around the waist and threw her over the back. Dizzy and filled with horror, Star blacked out.
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"So, you think that she is good enough to be my new body?" Annabelle said as David cautiously walked down the steps with Star slung over his shoulder.
"I thought I loved her once. She was so sweet and innocent, all alone and frightened. I cared for her, gave her a home and family. She betrayed me, made what was once love turn to hate. Now she is yours. If you do not want her she is as good as dead anyway." David replied, a hint of sadness and regret mixed with anger and bitterness in his voice.
Annabelle walked over to where David had put Star down and looked her over, closing her eyes as if trying to feel Star's own essence for herself. When she opened them she looked at David and smiled. "Yes, she will be perfect. Oh David, thank you for this chance! You will be rewarded so handsomely!"
David returned Annabelle's smile, which just as soon melted into a frown. "What will happen, Annabelle? Will you look, act, or talk like Star? When can this ritual be performed?"
"David, so many questions! I am not entirely sure what will happen, save for the fact that I will replace her essence with my own. I am not sure if I will still look like her, or if some of my features will replace hers. I will not act or talk like her, that I am certain. I will be Annabelle. The ritual can be performed anytime, but this harvest moon will ensure that my power will be at its height."
"Tonight?," David asked, surprised, "Is there anything you require? Any sort of ingredients that you need?"
"All I need is quiet and concentration. And a good sharp knife."
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Star didn't know where she was. She was floating in some sort of abyss, weightless as the air itself. She could hear some sort of chanting coming from somewhere, and then a blue light started dancing before her eyes. The light seemed to pulse, growing bigger and humming. All of a sudden the light seemed to flow over with what looked like blood, and the blood started to flow onto her, too. It seeped into her and soon she felt herself falling, as the chanting grew louder and faster, and the blood and the light pulsed and flowed around her. She fell deeper and deeper into the abyss, and then nothing. Everything was silent and Star was no more.
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David watched in fascination as a blue light seemed to engulf Star's body, and Annabelle disappeared. Star arched her back and clawed at the air. It looked as if she was trying to hold onto something, to stop Annabelle from taking hold of her body. Then, just as quickly, her whole body relaxed. David would not have believed it if he had not seen it himself, but something was changing in Star. At first so subtle that he could hardly detect it. Her hair was changing, from curly and black to straight and chestnut brown. Her nose was becoming longer, and slightly more pointed. Even her lips were changing, becoming fuller. David felt a smile grow on his lips as he knew that she had achieved success, and soon he would have his Pack alive and well once again.
He was deep in thought when the girl on his couch opened her eyes. "David?" a sweet and unfamiliar feminine voice called.
David head shot up and he looked in wonder at the woman who was now sitting up and looking at her hands in fascination. "Star?," when David got no reply, he tried again, "Annabelle?"
Annabelle looked over at him, her gray eyes twinkling with mischief and amusement. "Hi honey, I'm home....and I'm ever so hungry."
Note: Hey, this isn't the end, not by a long shot. What would y'all think of a little action between David and Annabelle? It could go either way and I'd like some input. Thanks in advance! Bye for now!
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 4
David sat silently, staring in shock at the little girl who was apparently his elder. He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again and finally spoke, "If he killed you, then why are you still here?"
Annabelle smiled slightly and said, "David, you don't know much about the afterlife of a vampire, do you?," before David could respond she continued, "When a vampire is killed our spirits are put in a kind of limbo. Since we are neither alive nor dead, our spirits gain strong ties to the earth. Right now your Boys are in this limbo, which is why I can bring them back for you."
David furrowed his brow for a moment, a question formulating in his head. "But if they are in this limbo, as you are, why are they not able to contact me and talk with me as you can?"
"Well, they were not killed by their Sire, nor were their last thoughts of a great betrayal at the hands of that which they loved the most. Such a circumstance allows the spirit of the vampire to grow strong and try to seek revenge."
"But Max is dead. How can you seek revenge on him, unless you wish to see it through his childer, perhaps me. Is this all a ruse to get close to me?"
"I can tell you in all honest truth that this is no ruse. I have had my revenge on your Sire. No, all I wish is to see the life I never had the chance to see, and live as I could never live."
"What do you mean by that? How can I raise you from the dead, if I cannot even raise my own Pack?"
"To be blunt, David, I need a body. Over the years I have gained a considerable amount of power, and with this power I intend to possess a new physical form. I need you to find a suitable host, one that would be susceptible to my type of power; weak but not too weak, strong but not too strong. Are you willing to help me, David?"
David looked at her, really looked, and saw that she was quite serious. This made him somewhat nervous, but also excited, because if she could really replace one's essence with her own, then surely she could raise the dead. David turned to her, a cold smile on his pale face, "Yes I am willing to help you, and perhaps I know just the person."
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Star knew that she shouldn't be out this late at night. Really, it was quite stupid of her to think that she could get away with walking on the boardwalk without Michael or his brother or both, not that that could have helped her any. She felt a chill whip around her, as if something wasn't right. As if something was very, very *wrong*. She looked from side to side at the people around her, but she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Then she heard it. The rumbling of a motorcycle gunning down the boardwalk. Out of pure instinct she started to run, but by then it was too late. The driver of the motorcycle didn't even slow down as he grabbed her around the waist and threw her over the back. Dizzy and filled with horror, Star blacked out.
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"So, you think that she is good enough to be my new body?" Annabelle said as David cautiously walked down the steps with Star slung over his shoulder.
"I thought I loved her once. She was so sweet and innocent, all alone and frightened. I cared for her, gave her a home and family. She betrayed me, made what was once love turn to hate. Now she is yours. If you do not want her she is as good as dead anyway." David replied, a hint of sadness and regret mixed with anger and bitterness in his voice.
Annabelle walked over to where David had put Star down and looked her over, closing her eyes as if trying to feel Star's own essence for herself. When she opened them she looked at David and smiled. "Yes, she will be perfect. Oh David, thank you for this chance! You will be rewarded so handsomely!"
David returned Annabelle's smile, which just as soon melted into a frown. "What will happen, Annabelle? Will you look, act, or talk like Star? When can this ritual be performed?"
"David, so many questions! I am not entirely sure what will happen, save for the fact that I will replace her essence with my own. I am not sure if I will still look like her, or if some of my features will replace hers. I will not act or talk like her, that I am certain. I will be Annabelle. The ritual can be performed anytime, but this harvest moon will ensure that my power will be at its height."
"Tonight?," David asked, surprised, "Is there anything you require? Any sort of ingredients that you need?"
"All I need is quiet and concentration. And a good sharp knife."
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Star didn't know where she was. She was floating in some sort of abyss, weightless as the air itself. She could hear some sort of chanting coming from somewhere, and then a blue light started dancing before her eyes. The light seemed to pulse, growing bigger and humming. All of a sudden the light seemed to flow over with what looked like blood, and the blood started to flow onto her, too. It seeped into her and soon she felt herself falling, as the chanting grew louder and faster, and the blood and the light pulsed and flowed around her. She fell deeper and deeper into the abyss, and then nothing. Everything was silent and Star was no more.
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David watched in fascination as a blue light seemed to engulf Star's body, and Annabelle disappeared. Star arched her back and clawed at the air. It looked as if she was trying to hold onto something, to stop Annabelle from taking hold of her body. Then, just as quickly, her whole body relaxed. David would not have believed it if he had not seen it himself, but something was changing in Star. At first so subtle that he could hardly detect it. Her hair was changing, from curly and black to straight and chestnut brown. Her nose was becoming longer, and slightly more pointed. Even her lips were changing, becoming fuller. David felt a smile grow on his lips as he knew that she had achieved success, and soon he would have his Pack alive and well once again.
He was deep in thought when the girl on his couch opened her eyes. "David?" a sweet and unfamiliar feminine voice called.
David head shot up and he looked in wonder at the woman who was now sitting up and looking at her hands in fascination. "Star?," when David got no reply, he tried again, "Annabelle?"
Annabelle looked over at him, her gray eyes twinkling with mischief and amusement. "Hi honey, I'm home....and I'm ever so hungry."
Note: Hey, this isn't the end, not by a long shot. What would y'all think of a little action between David and Annabelle? It could go either way and I'd like some input. Thanks in advance! Bye for now!