Title: David's Revenge (Part 5)
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 5
"So this is really you, Annabelle? How do you feel? Are you a vampire?" David rapidly asked questions as Annabelle stood up and stretched her arms above her head languidly.
"Yes, hungry and too full of energy, and yes. Does that answer your questions?" Annabelle smiled slightly and then frowned, running her hands over the sparkly gypsy skirt that had been Star's.
"What's wrong, my sweet?" David asked, a predatory smile on his face.
"Now David, don't go getting any of those kinds of ideas. I may have been over 100 years old when I was killed but I have never experienced an adult female body before. I must grow used to it first. As for what is wrong, I'm not exactly happy with my current outfit. I would love to dress more modern."
"Then dress as you wish. But first we must hunt. There will be plenty of time for everything else later."
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Michael was worried. He hadn't heard from Star and it had been...well, he wasn't sure how long it had been. It might've only been half an hour or it could've been half a day, but most likely it had been about 3 hours. She had said that she needed to get some fresh air, and she wanted to walk along the boardwalk. She hadn't done that in awhile. He had begged her not to go, but she had brushed him off, telling him she would only be gone for only about one hour. That one hour had passed and she wasn't home. He had thought that they could handle David but perhaps they were wrong. At any rate, finding Star was a top priority. Yelling a quick goodbye to whoever else was in the house, Michael pulled on his leather jacket and was about to make a fast exit. Sam, however, was standing in front of the door.
"Get out of the way, Sam, I have to find Star," he growled.
"No, Mike, I can't let you go alone. Me and Ed are coming with you, right Edgar?" Edgar nodded silently and pulled a stake from his back pocket, brandishing it at a somewhat pissed off Michael.
"Fine, do whatever you want. Just stay close to me and don't get into any trouble, alright?"
Sam and Edgar agreed, enthusiastically pulling on their jackets and heading out to Grandpa's car.
Michael turned to were Lucy and Grandpa had been watching the conversation with concern on their faces. "I have to go out and look for her. I know that you understand."
"Yes, Michael, we understand, we're just worried about what may happen to you out there. As much as we know you believe that one vampire can't overpower all of us, just don't let that cloud your judgment. Be careful and watch the boys. Don't let them do anything too brash," Lucy said, her fear and anxiety evident in her voice.
"Don't worry Mom, I'll get them all back here in one piece," he said, giving Lucy a light kiss on the cheek and hugging his grandfather, "I promise I'll be extra careful tonight."
With that he headed out of the house and slid into the driver's seat of the blue convertible, pulling out of the driveway and speeding off into the night.
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Meanwhile, at the boardwalk, Annabelle was reveling in the experience of being in a real body once again. As soon as they had neared the boardwalk Annabelle had insisted on procuring some, as she put it, "modern clothes." She had thought Star's look was far too bohemian and wanted something to reflect her own sense of style, and also something that she felt flattered her form. David consented and allowed Annabelle to pull him into one of the first shops they came to, and soon she had chosen an outfit she felt comfortable in. Instead of a sparkly gypsy skirt, she was now wearing a pair of skin-tight leather pants which showed off her long legs and "cute" ass. Gone was the white peasant blouse and in it's place was a v-neck black t-shirt, which she had bought a few sizes too small and came up to just above her belly-button. On her feet were a pair of worn black boots that she saw in the window of a small pawn shop and had convinced David to buy for her. Not that David minded, of course. This was the girl who was going to give him his Boys back and anything that would make her happy he would give her. Also, she looked damn hot in the outfit she had picked out and he didn't mind looking at her in the clothes at all.
Now they were just walking along the boardwalk, Annabelle in front and David close behind, watching her carefully and also watching for any sign of his prey. Annabelle, herself, was so amazed at everything she saw around her that she was glad that David could keep an eye on her. Yes, she had haunted this place for close to 100 years but it was quite different to actually be walking on the boardwalk and feeling the rush of warm life surrounding you. The bright lights and laughter and the crush of bodies was almost too much for her to bear. Several times she had felt an overwhelming desire to run and hide but always managed to shove those feeling deep down and smother them. She saw that David was watching her curiously and stopped, turning to him with a light smile on her lips. "David, what has you so interested?"
"Watching you is just an experience in itself. I find myself forgetting that you are a strong, powerful elder. The wonder on your face and your movement sometimes seems to me like that of a child," he said, bowing his head as if embarrassed by what he was saying.
"Well, David, until just tonight I *was* a child. I admit that walking here is a bit strange and this is all so new to me, no matter how I try to act. Forgive me if I seem to be a little spacey tonight. I just need to get used to everything again."
There was a comfortable silence until David cleared his throat and spoke again, "So, will we hunt? I don't know about you, but I'm hungry."
"Hunt? Oh, I haven't hunted in so very long. I would love that!" Annabelle exclaimed, her enthusiasm for the idea evident.
"Good. Then perhaps we should leave the boardwalk?" At that David slipped his arm around her waist and led her down the steps and onto the beach.
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Michael, Sam, and Edgar had been searching the boardwalk for only an hour but Michael was getting restless and worried. It was eleven o'clock, a full 5 hours since Star had disappeared and everyone they asked claimed not to have seen her. Maybe it was just him, but he had a strange feeling that people knew more than what they were saying. Maybe they had seen David take her, or worse, seen David *kill* her and were too scared to say anything. Michael shuddered at the thought and sat dully on a bench. Sam and Edgar joined him moments later, and Sam rested his hand lightly on Michael's shoulder. Michael didn't bother to brush it off. Suddenly, something Michael saw made him jump off of the bench. "What is it, Mikey?" Sam asked.
"It was him. David. I know it was," Michael replied, an anxious look on his face.
"Are you sure? Which way did he go?" asked Edgar, pulling out his stake and jumping into "fight" mode.
"This way. Come on," said Michael, starting off in a brisk run through the crowd.
Sam and Edgar looked at each other and shrugged, then started running off in the same direction as Michael.
The three boys weaved in and out of the crowd, always keeping an eye on the blond in the trench coat a few paces ahead of them. Finally David stopped in the middle of the boardwalk and Michael and the others stopped a few feet behind him, keeping a safe distance but still within range to see what he was doing. What they saw made them even more confused and frightened than before. A strange young woman turned to face David and seemed to be comfortable with him, smiling and laughing like nothing was wrong. She had a familiar feel about her, even though they had never seen her before. Something David said made her yelp with excitement and clap her hands and Michael again felt that strange feeling of deja vú. He stood there numbly for a moment but snapped back into reality when he saw David snake his arm around the girl's waist and lead her into the darkness. He wasn't sure if the girl was a vampire or not but if she wasn't then she would surely need their help. And anyway, he wanted to follow David to see what he was up to. He turn to look at Sam and Edgar and they both nodded their head in knowing agreement. They readied themselves for a battle as they cautiously made their way down the stairs to the beach.
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"We're being followed, David," Annabelle whispered, breaking the stillness of the air around them.
"Yes, I know. It's them. They think that they can hunt me and win," he said, a cruel smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
"But you can't kill them, my David. I may need their blood for the ritual," Annabelle said sweetly, a calming tone coming into her voice.
David stopped and stared at her. "What do you mean, we need their blood for the ritual?"
"In some restoration spells, in order to give life back to those who were wrongly killed, you need the blood of those that did the deed. Only you know who killed which of your Boys, but I would say that the young ones' blood will be needed the most. Yes?"
David closed his eyes and thought back to that night and the day before it. He had already killed one of the perpetrators and there was no going back on that. But, if he remembered correctly, Michael's young brother was responsible for Dwayne's death, and the remaining Frog Brother would give his blood, if necessary, for the deaths of Paul and Marco. Michael would surely die for his betrayal of family, whether or not his blood was needed for any ritual, but he was still unsure of what to do with the Lucy woman and the old man. Yes, they were related to the betrayer but David was not a total monster. He would have to think about that one. Suddenly he was aware of a pair of eyes watching him intently. "David, are you all right?" Annabelle asked, concerned.
"Yes, Annabelle, I'm sorry. Just thinking about what they did to my family hurts," he said quietly, looking towards the ocean.
"Don't worry David, I swear to you that we will make them pay and get your family back," she took his hand and squeezed it lightly, giving him a confident smile.
"Yes, we will. Now, shall we continue our hunt?" he said, taking her hand and leading her towards the bonfires.
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Michael watched the two talk with more than a mild amount of interest. He couldn't clearly hear what they were talking about, but it seemed as if the girl had told David something that had shocked him greatly. He looked upset about it, but it appeared as if she had calmed his nerves and they continued to walk. Michael motioned for the others and they continued to follow.
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David and Annabelle stood watching a small crowd of young people party near a bonfire, their hunger growing until it almost seemed to cover anything else. David turned to the young woman and smiled a feral smile, his vampiric visage coming to the fore. She smiled back and felt her senses heighten, her fangs lengthening. It was time. The two flew towards the crowd, and attacked the first warm body they came in contact with. David leapt upon a young biker, ripping out his jugular vein and spraying the warm red blood out onto the sand. Annabelle grabbed a large, muscular man from behind, tearing into his neck with the ferocity of a rabid dog. The blood poured out of his body too fast for her to swallow and it ran down her chin and neck, soaking into her t-shirt and splashing on her arms. They kept going, David ripping the head off of one and drinking from them like a bottle of Pepsi, Annabelle preferring to rip the throat out of one after the other. The screams rang through the air as though it were a macabre symphony. It seemed almost as if they were insatiable. Then it all went quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the roaring fire, body after body dumped carelessly onto it. As David and Annabelle stood watching the fire, a calm seemed to envelope their bodies. Annabelle smiled inwardly at the warm feeling that ran throughout her entire body, a small reminder of what it felt like to be alive. David felt purged, as if he had let go of the anger that had built up upon seeing *them* for the first time since "that night." "Revenge will feel one hundred times better than this," he thought. He felt a familiar presence close to them and he turned around. Snarling, he caught sight of Michael, Sam, and Edgar, frozen in their places.
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Michael, Sam, and Edgar could hardly move. Michael could not remember witnessing something this disgusting since that awful night when he found out just exactly what he was. He shuddered at the memory. Sam and Edgar could not remember ever seeing something this horrible. David and the girl had blood splattered all over their clothes, in their hair, on their faces, and on any other visible part of skin. The girl had an alarmingly serene look on her face but David did not. He was snarling at them, the look in his eyes so murderous and full of hate that Sam had to look away. He took a step towards them and the three boys involuntarily took a step back. The girl put a gentle hand on David's shoulder and murmured a few words to him that only a vampire could probably have heard. Still snarling, David stopped where he was and his lips curved into a malicious smile.
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David had been ready to pounce on these three and rip their hearts right out, until Annabelle had put her hand on his shoulder and quietly murmured to him, "David we need them."
That had been enough to arrest his movement but not to stop the rage from boiling within. Still, David wanted to play a little, and play he would. "So, boys, I don't think you've been properly introduced to my new friend here."
The boys mutely shook their heads. They were confused, David could see. After all, how were they supposed to act when David started to just *speak* to them? "Well, I think it's time for a proper introduction. Annabelle, I'd like you to meet my three most hated enemies in this world, Michael and Sam Emerson, and Edgar Frog. Boys, this is Annabelle."
Annabelle flashed her dazzling smile at them and held out her hand to them, expecting it to be kissed. "Well, are you gentlemen or aren't you? Is this how you treat a lady?"
They looked at one another, baffled. Annabelle was expecting them to kiss her hand? One look at it and they saw that it had several spots of blood on it and they weren't about to go anywhere near it with their mouths. David growled, "You don't want to upset the lady, do you? You've seen her when she's angry."
Michael, Sam, and Edgar quickly kissed the girls blood stained hand, wincing as they did so. David chuckled to himself. This was turning out to be a lot of fun.
Suddenly Michael seemed to remember why they had followed David out here in the first place. "What have you done with Star, David!" he yelled, his voice carrying across the beach.
"Star? Hmm...I haven't seen Star in awhile. Have you seen her Annabelle?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye.
"Star? I've never heard of anyone named Star. What did she look like, David. Maybe if you describe her it'll jog my memory," Annabelle said, a slight grin on her face.
"Well, she was about 'this tall'," he said, indicating Star's (and Annabelle's) height, "she had a lot of curly, black hair, she wore these weird gypsy skirts and liked to wear a lot of bangles and necklaces. Seen anyone like that recently?"
"I've never seen that girl, but whoever she is she certainly had a weird taste in fashion. That outfit sound particularly awful if you ask me," she said, acting oblivious towards the looks on the faces of Michael, Sam, and Edgar.
"David, whatever you've done to Star I *will* find her. I swear to you I'll make you pay!"
Suddenly David's voice took a menacing edge to it, "No, you are the ones who will pay, Michael. You and your family and your little friend are not going to be around much longer. I will practice restraint tonight, only because this is not the right time, or place for my revenge. But take it, oh yes I will."
Before Michael could respond David and Annabelle vanished into the night, leaving the three boys more confused and frightened than ever before.
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When David and Annabelle arrived back at the caves, dawn was not too far off. Annabelle looked down at her sticky hands and ran one through her bloody hair. She sighed out loud and looked around the cave for someplace to wash off. "David, is there a place were I can clean up around here?" she asked.
"Well, Annabelle, I could always lick all that blood off of you, if you'd do the same for me," David said, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"As tempting as that sounds, I am going to have to turn you down for now."
"For now? I suppose I can live with that."
"Well, David, you'll have to. Now, about that bath?" she said, quickly changing the subject.
"Yes," he slid off the chair and walked slowly towards the mouth of one of the caves' many tunnels, "just follow this tunnel all the way towards the end. There will be a small archway. Go through there and you will see what the boys liked to call our "indoor pool." It's a lake that was made when the hotel sunk into the earth. The water is fresh, though."
"Thank you, David," she said as she made her way into the tunnel.
"Belle!"
"Yes, David?"
"Take this!" David yelled, throwing a black t-shirt that was two sizes too big for her at her, "You do need something to sleep in, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, thank you again!"
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Once at the pool, Annabelle slowly stripped out of her blood soaked clothes and laid them and the t-shirt at the edge of the water. She waded into the water, surprised that the coldness affected her as much as it did. Once she had gotten to where the water just covered her breasts, she stood silently, allowing the water to lap around her. As much as she did want David, she realized, she was still uncertain about all of this. Her body was so different now, how long would it be until she was used to looking down and seeing a woman and not a child. How long until she felt comfortable in her new skin? She ducked her head under the water and let the blood run off her hair. Above the surface again, she slid her hands over her wet hair, and squeezed the last of the blood down out of the ends of it. She was also worried about the spell to raise his Pack. Yes, she was quite certain she could do it, her power was great enough. But if she did it, where would that leave her? Would David want her here, or would she just be a painful reminder of the tyrannical hold that Max had had on them? If that was the case, where would she go? Sighing, she tried to block those thoughts out of her mind and concentrated on the immediate. Seeing that her skin was now clean she carefully waded out of the water. Slipping the t-shirt on, she realized that it smelled like David. She lifted the collar to her face and breathed in his wonderful smell. Turning her attention to her own clothes she picked up her shirt and dunked it in the water, rubbing out the blood as best she could. Grimacing, she realized that she would need to buy a new shirt tomorrow night. She picked up her leather pants, stiff with dried blood, and smiled. Now these she could save.
Back in the main room she looked around but did not see David. Shrugging she assumed he must have gone to sleep and went about trying to make the bed he offered her comfortable. It was Star's old bed. She was pulling a heavier blanket over the sleeping area when she felt a presence behind her. Whirling around she relaxed when she saw it was David. Smiling sheepishly at her jumpiness she said, "Oh, David, you scared me. Where were you?"
"Just looking through some of the old books. And cleaning up."
"What did you find?" she asked.
"That you were right. The blood of the killers is needed to raise my Pack," he said, shrugging as if it meant nothing.
"Anything else?"
"It must be performed on the night of a full moon. That means three days from now."
"Good, that will give us plenty of time to prepare," Annabelle said, suddenly uncomfortable.
"It'll be dawn soon. We should be sleep," David looked at her intently, as if trying to gauge what her reaction might be to something.
"Yes, we should. Well...good rest to you, David," Annabelle said quietly.
"Good rest to you, Annabelle," he said, and before she could react he was right in front of her, and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss, "Good rest."
And then he was gone, and Annabelle just stared at where he had been, her fingers lingering on her lips. She had never been kissed before. Sighing, she climbed into her bed and pulled the heavy curtain tight around it. Within seconds she was asleep.
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 5
"So this is really you, Annabelle? How do you feel? Are you a vampire?" David rapidly asked questions as Annabelle stood up and stretched her arms above her head languidly.
"Yes, hungry and too full of energy, and yes. Does that answer your questions?" Annabelle smiled slightly and then frowned, running her hands over the sparkly gypsy skirt that had been Star's.
"What's wrong, my sweet?" David asked, a predatory smile on his face.
"Now David, don't go getting any of those kinds of ideas. I may have been over 100 years old when I was killed but I have never experienced an adult female body before. I must grow used to it first. As for what is wrong, I'm not exactly happy with my current outfit. I would love to dress more modern."
"Then dress as you wish. But first we must hunt. There will be plenty of time for everything else later."
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Michael was worried. He hadn't heard from Star and it had been...well, he wasn't sure how long it had been. It might've only been half an hour or it could've been half a day, but most likely it had been about 3 hours. She had said that she needed to get some fresh air, and she wanted to walk along the boardwalk. She hadn't done that in awhile. He had begged her not to go, but she had brushed him off, telling him she would only be gone for only about one hour. That one hour had passed and she wasn't home. He had thought that they could handle David but perhaps they were wrong. At any rate, finding Star was a top priority. Yelling a quick goodbye to whoever else was in the house, Michael pulled on his leather jacket and was about to make a fast exit. Sam, however, was standing in front of the door.
"Get out of the way, Sam, I have to find Star," he growled.
"No, Mike, I can't let you go alone. Me and Ed are coming with you, right Edgar?" Edgar nodded silently and pulled a stake from his back pocket, brandishing it at a somewhat pissed off Michael.
"Fine, do whatever you want. Just stay close to me and don't get into any trouble, alright?"
Sam and Edgar agreed, enthusiastically pulling on their jackets and heading out to Grandpa's car.
Michael turned to were Lucy and Grandpa had been watching the conversation with concern on their faces. "I have to go out and look for her. I know that you understand."
"Yes, Michael, we understand, we're just worried about what may happen to you out there. As much as we know you believe that one vampire can't overpower all of us, just don't let that cloud your judgment. Be careful and watch the boys. Don't let them do anything too brash," Lucy said, her fear and anxiety evident in her voice.
"Don't worry Mom, I'll get them all back here in one piece," he said, giving Lucy a light kiss on the cheek and hugging his grandfather, "I promise I'll be extra careful tonight."
With that he headed out of the house and slid into the driver's seat of the blue convertible, pulling out of the driveway and speeding off into the night.
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Meanwhile, at the boardwalk, Annabelle was reveling in the experience of being in a real body once again. As soon as they had neared the boardwalk Annabelle had insisted on procuring some, as she put it, "modern clothes." She had thought Star's look was far too bohemian and wanted something to reflect her own sense of style, and also something that she felt flattered her form. David consented and allowed Annabelle to pull him into one of the first shops they came to, and soon she had chosen an outfit she felt comfortable in. Instead of a sparkly gypsy skirt, she was now wearing a pair of skin-tight leather pants which showed off her long legs and "cute" ass. Gone was the white peasant blouse and in it's place was a v-neck black t-shirt, which she had bought a few sizes too small and came up to just above her belly-button. On her feet were a pair of worn black boots that she saw in the window of a small pawn shop and had convinced David to buy for her. Not that David minded, of course. This was the girl who was going to give him his Boys back and anything that would make her happy he would give her. Also, she looked damn hot in the outfit she had picked out and he didn't mind looking at her in the clothes at all.
Now they were just walking along the boardwalk, Annabelle in front and David close behind, watching her carefully and also watching for any sign of his prey. Annabelle, herself, was so amazed at everything she saw around her that she was glad that David could keep an eye on her. Yes, she had haunted this place for close to 100 years but it was quite different to actually be walking on the boardwalk and feeling the rush of warm life surrounding you. The bright lights and laughter and the crush of bodies was almost too much for her to bear. Several times she had felt an overwhelming desire to run and hide but always managed to shove those feeling deep down and smother them. She saw that David was watching her curiously and stopped, turning to him with a light smile on her lips. "David, what has you so interested?"
"Watching you is just an experience in itself. I find myself forgetting that you are a strong, powerful elder. The wonder on your face and your movement sometimes seems to me like that of a child," he said, bowing his head as if embarrassed by what he was saying.
"Well, David, until just tonight I *was* a child. I admit that walking here is a bit strange and this is all so new to me, no matter how I try to act. Forgive me if I seem to be a little spacey tonight. I just need to get used to everything again."
There was a comfortable silence until David cleared his throat and spoke again, "So, will we hunt? I don't know about you, but I'm hungry."
"Hunt? Oh, I haven't hunted in so very long. I would love that!" Annabelle exclaimed, her enthusiasm for the idea evident.
"Good. Then perhaps we should leave the boardwalk?" At that David slipped his arm around her waist and led her down the steps and onto the beach.
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Michael, Sam, and Edgar had been searching the boardwalk for only an hour but Michael was getting restless and worried. It was eleven o'clock, a full 5 hours since Star had disappeared and everyone they asked claimed not to have seen her. Maybe it was just him, but he had a strange feeling that people knew more than what they were saying. Maybe they had seen David take her, or worse, seen David *kill* her and were too scared to say anything. Michael shuddered at the thought and sat dully on a bench. Sam and Edgar joined him moments later, and Sam rested his hand lightly on Michael's shoulder. Michael didn't bother to brush it off. Suddenly, something Michael saw made him jump off of the bench. "What is it, Mikey?" Sam asked.
"It was him. David. I know it was," Michael replied, an anxious look on his face.
"Are you sure? Which way did he go?" asked Edgar, pulling out his stake and jumping into "fight" mode.
"This way. Come on," said Michael, starting off in a brisk run through the crowd.
Sam and Edgar looked at each other and shrugged, then started running off in the same direction as Michael.
The three boys weaved in and out of the crowd, always keeping an eye on the blond in the trench coat a few paces ahead of them. Finally David stopped in the middle of the boardwalk and Michael and the others stopped a few feet behind him, keeping a safe distance but still within range to see what he was doing. What they saw made them even more confused and frightened than before. A strange young woman turned to face David and seemed to be comfortable with him, smiling and laughing like nothing was wrong. She had a familiar feel about her, even though they had never seen her before. Something David said made her yelp with excitement and clap her hands and Michael again felt that strange feeling of deja vú. He stood there numbly for a moment but snapped back into reality when he saw David snake his arm around the girl's waist and lead her into the darkness. He wasn't sure if the girl was a vampire or not but if she wasn't then she would surely need their help. And anyway, he wanted to follow David to see what he was up to. He turn to look at Sam and Edgar and they both nodded their head in knowing agreement. They readied themselves for a battle as they cautiously made their way down the stairs to the beach.
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"We're being followed, David," Annabelle whispered, breaking the stillness of the air around them.
"Yes, I know. It's them. They think that they can hunt me and win," he said, a cruel smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
"But you can't kill them, my David. I may need their blood for the ritual," Annabelle said sweetly, a calming tone coming into her voice.
David stopped and stared at her. "What do you mean, we need their blood for the ritual?"
"In some restoration spells, in order to give life back to those who were wrongly killed, you need the blood of those that did the deed. Only you know who killed which of your Boys, but I would say that the young ones' blood will be needed the most. Yes?"
David closed his eyes and thought back to that night and the day before it. He had already killed one of the perpetrators and there was no going back on that. But, if he remembered correctly, Michael's young brother was responsible for Dwayne's death, and the remaining Frog Brother would give his blood, if necessary, for the deaths of Paul and Marco. Michael would surely die for his betrayal of family, whether or not his blood was needed for any ritual, but he was still unsure of what to do with the Lucy woman and the old man. Yes, they were related to the betrayer but David was not a total monster. He would have to think about that one. Suddenly he was aware of a pair of eyes watching him intently. "David, are you all right?" Annabelle asked, concerned.
"Yes, Annabelle, I'm sorry. Just thinking about what they did to my family hurts," he said quietly, looking towards the ocean.
"Don't worry David, I swear to you that we will make them pay and get your family back," she took his hand and squeezed it lightly, giving him a confident smile.
"Yes, we will. Now, shall we continue our hunt?" he said, taking her hand and leading her towards the bonfires.
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Michael watched the two talk with more than a mild amount of interest. He couldn't clearly hear what they were talking about, but it seemed as if the girl had told David something that had shocked him greatly. He looked upset about it, but it appeared as if she had calmed his nerves and they continued to walk. Michael motioned for the others and they continued to follow.
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David and Annabelle stood watching a small crowd of young people party near a bonfire, their hunger growing until it almost seemed to cover anything else. David turned to the young woman and smiled a feral smile, his vampiric visage coming to the fore. She smiled back and felt her senses heighten, her fangs lengthening. It was time. The two flew towards the crowd, and attacked the first warm body they came in contact with. David leapt upon a young biker, ripping out his jugular vein and spraying the warm red blood out onto the sand. Annabelle grabbed a large, muscular man from behind, tearing into his neck with the ferocity of a rabid dog. The blood poured out of his body too fast for her to swallow and it ran down her chin and neck, soaking into her t-shirt and splashing on her arms. They kept going, David ripping the head off of one and drinking from them like a bottle of Pepsi, Annabelle preferring to rip the throat out of one after the other. The screams rang through the air as though it were a macabre symphony. It seemed almost as if they were insatiable. Then it all went quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the roaring fire, body after body dumped carelessly onto it. As David and Annabelle stood watching the fire, a calm seemed to envelope their bodies. Annabelle smiled inwardly at the warm feeling that ran throughout her entire body, a small reminder of what it felt like to be alive. David felt purged, as if he had let go of the anger that had built up upon seeing *them* for the first time since "that night." "Revenge will feel one hundred times better than this," he thought. He felt a familiar presence close to them and he turned around. Snarling, he caught sight of Michael, Sam, and Edgar, frozen in their places.
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Michael, Sam, and Edgar could hardly move. Michael could not remember witnessing something this disgusting since that awful night when he found out just exactly what he was. He shuddered at the memory. Sam and Edgar could not remember ever seeing something this horrible. David and the girl had blood splattered all over their clothes, in their hair, on their faces, and on any other visible part of skin. The girl had an alarmingly serene look on her face but David did not. He was snarling at them, the look in his eyes so murderous and full of hate that Sam had to look away. He took a step towards them and the three boys involuntarily took a step back. The girl put a gentle hand on David's shoulder and murmured a few words to him that only a vampire could probably have heard. Still snarling, David stopped where he was and his lips curved into a malicious smile.
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David had been ready to pounce on these three and rip their hearts right out, until Annabelle had put her hand on his shoulder and quietly murmured to him, "David we need them."
That had been enough to arrest his movement but not to stop the rage from boiling within. Still, David wanted to play a little, and play he would. "So, boys, I don't think you've been properly introduced to my new friend here."
The boys mutely shook their heads. They were confused, David could see. After all, how were they supposed to act when David started to just *speak* to them? "Well, I think it's time for a proper introduction. Annabelle, I'd like you to meet my three most hated enemies in this world, Michael and Sam Emerson, and Edgar Frog. Boys, this is Annabelle."
Annabelle flashed her dazzling smile at them and held out her hand to them, expecting it to be kissed. "Well, are you gentlemen or aren't you? Is this how you treat a lady?"
They looked at one another, baffled. Annabelle was expecting them to kiss her hand? One look at it and they saw that it had several spots of blood on it and they weren't about to go anywhere near it with their mouths. David growled, "You don't want to upset the lady, do you? You've seen her when she's angry."
Michael, Sam, and Edgar quickly kissed the girls blood stained hand, wincing as they did so. David chuckled to himself. This was turning out to be a lot of fun.
Suddenly Michael seemed to remember why they had followed David out here in the first place. "What have you done with Star, David!" he yelled, his voice carrying across the beach.
"Star? Hmm...I haven't seen Star in awhile. Have you seen her Annabelle?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye.
"Star? I've never heard of anyone named Star. What did she look like, David. Maybe if you describe her it'll jog my memory," Annabelle said, a slight grin on her face.
"Well, she was about 'this tall'," he said, indicating Star's (and Annabelle's) height, "she had a lot of curly, black hair, she wore these weird gypsy skirts and liked to wear a lot of bangles and necklaces. Seen anyone like that recently?"
"I've never seen that girl, but whoever she is she certainly had a weird taste in fashion. That outfit sound particularly awful if you ask me," she said, acting oblivious towards the looks on the faces of Michael, Sam, and Edgar.
"David, whatever you've done to Star I *will* find her. I swear to you I'll make you pay!"
Suddenly David's voice took a menacing edge to it, "No, you are the ones who will pay, Michael. You and your family and your little friend are not going to be around much longer. I will practice restraint tonight, only because this is not the right time, or place for my revenge. But take it, oh yes I will."
Before Michael could respond David and Annabelle vanished into the night, leaving the three boys more confused and frightened than ever before.
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When David and Annabelle arrived back at the caves, dawn was not too far off. Annabelle looked down at her sticky hands and ran one through her bloody hair. She sighed out loud and looked around the cave for someplace to wash off. "David, is there a place were I can clean up around here?" she asked.
"Well, Annabelle, I could always lick all that blood off of you, if you'd do the same for me," David said, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"As tempting as that sounds, I am going to have to turn you down for now."
"For now? I suppose I can live with that."
"Well, David, you'll have to. Now, about that bath?" she said, quickly changing the subject.
"Yes," he slid off the chair and walked slowly towards the mouth of one of the caves' many tunnels, "just follow this tunnel all the way towards the end. There will be a small archway. Go through there and you will see what the boys liked to call our "indoor pool." It's a lake that was made when the hotel sunk into the earth. The water is fresh, though."
"Thank you, David," she said as she made her way into the tunnel.
"Belle!"
"Yes, David?"
"Take this!" David yelled, throwing a black t-shirt that was two sizes too big for her at her, "You do need something to sleep in, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, thank you again!"
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Once at the pool, Annabelle slowly stripped out of her blood soaked clothes and laid them and the t-shirt at the edge of the water. She waded into the water, surprised that the coldness affected her as much as it did. Once she had gotten to where the water just covered her breasts, she stood silently, allowing the water to lap around her. As much as she did want David, she realized, she was still uncertain about all of this. Her body was so different now, how long would it be until she was used to looking down and seeing a woman and not a child. How long until she felt comfortable in her new skin? She ducked her head under the water and let the blood run off her hair. Above the surface again, she slid her hands over her wet hair, and squeezed the last of the blood down out of the ends of it. She was also worried about the spell to raise his Pack. Yes, she was quite certain she could do it, her power was great enough. But if she did it, where would that leave her? Would David want her here, or would she just be a painful reminder of the tyrannical hold that Max had had on them? If that was the case, where would she go? Sighing, she tried to block those thoughts out of her mind and concentrated on the immediate. Seeing that her skin was now clean she carefully waded out of the water. Slipping the t-shirt on, she realized that it smelled like David. She lifted the collar to her face and breathed in his wonderful smell. Turning her attention to her own clothes she picked up her shirt and dunked it in the water, rubbing out the blood as best she could. Grimacing, she realized that she would need to buy a new shirt tomorrow night. She picked up her leather pants, stiff with dried blood, and smiled. Now these she could save.
Back in the main room she looked around but did not see David. Shrugging she assumed he must have gone to sleep and went about trying to make the bed he offered her comfortable. It was Star's old bed. She was pulling a heavier blanket over the sleeping area when she felt a presence behind her. Whirling around she relaxed when she saw it was David. Smiling sheepishly at her jumpiness she said, "Oh, David, you scared me. Where were you?"
"Just looking through some of the old books. And cleaning up."
"What did you find?" she asked.
"That you were right. The blood of the killers is needed to raise my Pack," he said, shrugging as if it meant nothing.
"Anything else?"
"It must be performed on the night of a full moon. That means three days from now."
"Good, that will give us plenty of time to prepare," Annabelle said, suddenly uncomfortable.
"It'll be dawn soon. We should be sleep," David looked at her intently, as if trying to gauge what her reaction might be to something.
"Yes, we should. Well...good rest to you, David," Annabelle said quietly.
"Good rest to you, Annabelle," he said, and before she could react he was right in front of her, and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss, "Good rest."
And then he was gone, and Annabelle just stared at where he had been, her fingers lingering on her lips. She had never been kissed before. Sighing, she climbed into her bed and pulled the heavy curtain tight around it. Within seconds she was asleep.