Title: David's Revenge (Part 6)
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 6
Two days later Annabelle was sitting on the edge of the cliff staring off into the darkness. The next evening she would perform the ritual and David would have his family back. She and David had grown closer in the past two days, and David had shown her a wealth of affection. He seemed to be very protective of her, especially when they went out onto the Boardwalk. Annabelle still wasn't sure whether this was because he felt something for her or because he needed her so desperately. Every time he kissed her she felt a sadness and hollowness deep inside of him, and she knew that without the Pack he would eventually give up. Sometimes she saw what she thought was the old David, especially when they hunted and when he talked of revenge. That liveliness is what she craved to see in him all of the time, and she knew she would never be able to deny him that. She watched the waves crash onto the rocks below and wondered how that would feel. Because if he didn't truly want her then perhaps that is where she would go. She could never stand to be alone and maybe she was weak because of it. Yes, she often thought that she was weak, even though she had a great power in her. Not physically or mentally weak, but emotionally she was still just a frightened girl sometimes. She would never let David see it though. Why should he need to take care of her? He certainly had enough problems of his own.
She felt a presence behind her and stilled. She relaxed when she realized it was David and stood up to face him. "Good evening, David," she said, pushing the dark thoughts out of her head and putting on her usual smile.
"Hmmm...good evening to you too, my Belle," he drawled, pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply.
After a few moments she broke off the kiss but stayed in his arms. Looking up at him she asked, "So, going to the Boardwalk tonight?"
David smiled down at her. "Unless there is somewhere else you'd like to go."
"No, I can't think of anywhere. But tomorrow *is* the big night, and I wasn't sure if you wanted to stay here and get everything ready or not."
David's smile disappeared and his expression darkened. Annabelle froze and pushed out of his arms, putting some distance between her and him. Now, he had never hurt her or even threatened her, but she was wary of being that close to him when his thoughts turned to what he would do to those who had destroyed *his* Pack. He noticed her reaction to him and he forced himself to calm down. "I'm sorry, Annabelle. But you must know that I would never hurt you."
"I know, David. But I also know that your rage is great when you think of the *them* and I'd rather not be caught in the storm," she said, gently tracing his jaw line with her fingertips.
David caught her hand and put it to his mouth, kissing each finger one by one. She sighed slightly and put her other hand on his shoulder, drawing him closer to her. He released her hand and pressed his lips to hers, opening his mouth and using his tongue to demand entrance into hers. She parted her lips and allowed his tongue to enter, her passion growing to a fever pitch. David's hands slid down her torso, one stopping to rest on her hip. He slipped his other hand under her black t-shirt and freed her breasts from the flimsy black lace bra that covered them. He cupped one and then the other, gently pinching the nipples between his fingers, each hardening under his touch. His mouth left hers and traveled down her throat, stopping at a pair of recent bites and licking them softly. She groaned at the action and clutched him tighter to her body. David shifted the hand that had been on her hip to the front of her black leather pants and he undid the button and slid down the zipper. Annabelle in turn undid his belt and, after fumbling for a moment, unbuttoned his jeans. David pulled off his trench coat and flung it to the ground, and soon his shirt joined it. They fell to the ground, their coupling quick and frenzied, each releasing the fear and pain that had been building up inside of them during their slumber. Their screams and growls filled the air as each grew closer to orgasm. As he reached his climax David sunk his fangs deep into Annabelle's neck and she in turn drank of him. He was mated to her now, he knew, and he wondered if Annabelle could understand what this meant.
When it was over Annabelle stood up and pulled on her pants, smoothing her hair and straightening her shirt. David stood up too, and as he pulled on his shirt and coat he watched her body language closely. Although she seemed to be all right, there was something in her movement that told him something was wrong. He could also sense her in the back of his mind, and she seemed upset and unnerved by something, even if she was trying to hide it. For now, though, they needed to feed, so any serious talk would have to wait until later. He climbed onto his motorcycle (he had taken it out of its "hiding" place the day before) and held out a hand to Annabelle. She took it and he pulled her onto the bike. He started it and with a roar sped away from the cave, towards the Boardwalk and the hunt.
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Annabelle couldn't understand. As they road silently to the Boardwalk she was aware of a presence in her mind. She knew instinctively it was her mate. But where had the idea that David was her mate come from? She knew that vampires could take mates, and that once you took a mate it was eternal. From what Max had told her, the only way you could take a mate was if you consciously did it. It couldn't happen by accident, and just the sharing of blood was not enough to make it occur. So if they were mates, shouldn't she have known it was happening? Or could the want only come from one side? And if that was true, did that mean that David had knowingly taken her? Made her his mate without her knowledge? And if so, why? Feeling the beginnings of a very rare vampire-headache coming on, she tried to shake the thoughts from her mind. There were just too many questions, and no answers at all. She tried to concentrate on the thrill of the hunt that she knew was coming, and on the incantation she had memorized for the ritual.
David stopped the bike near the entrance to the Boardwalk and slid off of it, leaning against the railing and once again watching her. His mate. It was strange, but the desire to make her his was an utterly new one for him. Even Star he hadn't felt this desire for and he was sure that that had been love. He hoped that she could accept this new relationship because he knew he would never let her leave. Right now she was the only family he had, and even after he got his Boys back he would still need her. She was part of the Pack now, whether she liked it or not.
Annabelle stood in front of him, looking at him questioningly. Finally she decided that she had had enough of the watching and turned her back to him, walking away. Turning slightly she said, "Are you just going to stay there, David? I thought you were hungry too."
David growled and pushed himself off of the railing, joining her were she stood waiting for him. "Of course I'm hungry, *Annabelle*. What is wrong with you tonight?" he asked in a slightly sardonic tone, looking deep into her eyes.
"There's nothing wrong with me, *David*," she snarled, mimicking his tone of voice, "Why do you ask?"
"I know there is something wrong with you , my Belle, and I *will* find out what that is later. Right now we hunt," he said, his tone and body language changing abruptly, from mildly scornful to intimidating. He turned around and stalked down the steps to the beach, their favorite hunting ground.
Annabelle watched David for a moment in shocked silence, then hurried down the stairs to catch up with him.
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Unbeknownst to them, Michael had seen them arrive and had watched the whole exchange with interest. He was surprised at the level of genuine love he had seen in David's face while watching Annabelle. He was also surprised at the way Annabelle had acted towards him, even though it seemed even to him that she was hiding something. Annabelle still bothered him, not just because she was a vicious vampire, but because something about her was so familiar and yet he had never seen her before in his life. He would not follow them tonight, he already knew where they were going and had no desire to see it, knowing he couldn't stop it. He had not brought his brother or Edgar with him tonight, he had a feeling deep in the pit of his stomach that something big was going to happen and he didn't want them anywhere near David or his strange friend.
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David and Annabelle came upon a small group of five teenagers and had picked them as tonight's prey. David prowled around the group unseen, trying to judge which teen he would take first. Annabelle watched him stalk and was again filled with lust, unable to control her body's reaction towards him. He turned towards her and met her eyes, silently giving her the go ahead to choose whoever she wanted. He had picked a boy who looked remarkably like Michael and was standing behind him. Not bothering to prowl as he had, she walked confidently towards the group and grabbed from behind the first person, a girl, that she came to. Before the girl could protest Annabelle sunk her fangs deep into the girl's jugular, her mouth filling at once with rich, warm blood. She drank until the girl's pulse died beneath her lips and then she threw the body on the grounding, searching for her next victim. David meanwhile had viciously ripped out the throat of his first quarry and snapped his neck, throwing him onto the bonfire that the teens around here almost always started.
The mates picked off the small group one by one, feeding together on the last. When she had been drained, David dropped the body onto the bonfire, the flames licking higher and the embers crackling. Annabelle watched the fire and tears came to her eyes. This would be the last night that they would ever have together. She tried to stifle them, but they spilled over and slid down her cheeks, leaving dark red tracks behind. David watched her with confusion. Why was she crying? What had happened? He silently came to stand beside her and put his arm around her waist, drawing her closer to him. He tilted her face towards him and he looked deep into her eyes, then gently licked the tear tracks that were staining her perfect pale face. She sighed and stepped out of his embrace. "We should head home. Big day tomorrow," she said softly.
David nodded and took her hand, and together they walked back to his motorcycle.
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Back at the cave Annabelle silently undressed and slipped on one of David's t-shirt. David sat in what he thought of as "his" chair, situated in a quiet far corner of their lair. Once she had finished getting dressed she walked over to him and sat in a chair that he had pulled over to the corner for her to sit in. She knew that they needed to have this talk but was not relishing the idea. "David, what did you want to talk to me about?" she asked.
"Annabelle, I know something is wrong. I sense it and I see it. Whatever it is I need to know."
Annabelle sighed. She knew there was no getting around this one. "Why did you mate me?" she asked bluntly.
He stared at her in shock for a minute. He never imagined that she could not know why. Maybe not how, but certainly not why. "Annabelle, it should be painfully obvious to you as to why I chose you. You are everything that I want, Belle, everything."
"And what happens when you get your Boys back? Will you still want me then?"
"I will always want you. I will never allow you to leave here. Whether you like it or not," he said, repeating his thoughts from earlier that evening.
Annabelle leaned back against her chair, silently processing everything she had just heard for a moment. No matter what he said, though, once they came back it could be a quite different situation. For now, this would have to be good enough. "It'll be dawn soon," she whispered.
"Yes, it will. We must sleep then," he said, standing and pulling her out of her chair.
As she started to walk towards her bed, she noticed that David had followed her. Curious she stopped by the bed and turned towards him. "Shouldn't you be leaving now?" she asked.
"No, I'll sleep here tonight," he answered, sensing that she needed more than just words.
He got into the bed and she climbed in after him. She laid her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms tightly around her. Soon dawn came and they were both asleep.
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The next evening David awoke first and placed a light kiss on Annabelle's lips. She moaned faintly and responded for a instant, before breaking away from him and opening her eyes. "It's time," she whispered.
"Michael will leave the boys alone tonight to watch us, as he has done for the past two nights," David said, aware that Michael would be looking for them at the Boardwalk, leaving the two boys with only Lucy and the old man as protection.
"Then we should leave, yes?"
"Yes, tonight will be our night, my Belle," he said, his eyes lighting up at the thought of his Pack alive once more.
The vampires flew out of the cave and towards the Emersons' house, where Sam and Edgar sat unaware of the fate that was about to befall them.
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 6
Two days later Annabelle was sitting on the edge of the cliff staring off into the darkness. The next evening she would perform the ritual and David would have his family back. She and David had grown closer in the past two days, and David had shown her a wealth of affection. He seemed to be very protective of her, especially when they went out onto the Boardwalk. Annabelle still wasn't sure whether this was because he felt something for her or because he needed her so desperately. Every time he kissed her she felt a sadness and hollowness deep inside of him, and she knew that without the Pack he would eventually give up. Sometimes she saw what she thought was the old David, especially when they hunted and when he talked of revenge. That liveliness is what she craved to see in him all of the time, and she knew she would never be able to deny him that. She watched the waves crash onto the rocks below and wondered how that would feel. Because if he didn't truly want her then perhaps that is where she would go. She could never stand to be alone and maybe she was weak because of it. Yes, she often thought that she was weak, even though she had a great power in her. Not physically or mentally weak, but emotionally she was still just a frightened girl sometimes. She would never let David see it though. Why should he need to take care of her? He certainly had enough problems of his own.
She felt a presence behind her and stilled. She relaxed when she realized it was David and stood up to face him. "Good evening, David," she said, pushing the dark thoughts out of her head and putting on her usual smile.
"Hmmm...good evening to you too, my Belle," he drawled, pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply.
After a few moments she broke off the kiss but stayed in his arms. Looking up at him she asked, "So, going to the Boardwalk tonight?"
David smiled down at her. "Unless there is somewhere else you'd like to go."
"No, I can't think of anywhere. But tomorrow *is* the big night, and I wasn't sure if you wanted to stay here and get everything ready or not."
David's smile disappeared and his expression darkened. Annabelle froze and pushed out of his arms, putting some distance between her and him. Now, he had never hurt her or even threatened her, but she was wary of being that close to him when his thoughts turned to what he would do to those who had destroyed *his* Pack. He noticed her reaction to him and he forced himself to calm down. "I'm sorry, Annabelle. But you must know that I would never hurt you."
"I know, David. But I also know that your rage is great when you think of the *them* and I'd rather not be caught in the storm," she said, gently tracing his jaw line with her fingertips.
David caught her hand and put it to his mouth, kissing each finger one by one. She sighed slightly and put her other hand on his shoulder, drawing him closer to her. He released her hand and pressed his lips to hers, opening his mouth and using his tongue to demand entrance into hers. She parted her lips and allowed his tongue to enter, her passion growing to a fever pitch. David's hands slid down her torso, one stopping to rest on her hip. He slipped his other hand under her black t-shirt and freed her breasts from the flimsy black lace bra that covered them. He cupped one and then the other, gently pinching the nipples between his fingers, each hardening under his touch. His mouth left hers and traveled down her throat, stopping at a pair of recent bites and licking them softly. She groaned at the action and clutched him tighter to her body. David shifted the hand that had been on her hip to the front of her black leather pants and he undid the button and slid down the zipper. Annabelle in turn undid his belt and, after fumbling for a moment, unbuttoned his jeans. David pulled off his trench coat and flung it to the ground, and soon his shirt joined it. They fell to the ground, their coupling quick and frenzied, each releasing the fear and pain that had been building up inside of them during their slumber. Their screams and growls filled the air as each grew closer to orgasm. As he reached his climax David sunk his fangs deep into Annabelle's neck and she in turn drank of him. He was mated to her now, he knew, and he wondered if Annabelle could understand what this meant.
When it was over Annabelle stood up and pulled on her pants, smoothing her hair and straightening her shirt. David stood up too, and as he pulled on his shirt and coat he watched her body language closely. Although she seemed to be all right, there was something in her movement that told him something was wrong. He could also sense her in the back of his mind, and she seemed upset and unnerved by something, even if she was trying to hide it. For now, though, they needed to feed, so any serious talk would have to wait until later. He climbed onto his motorcycle (he had taken it out of its "hiding" place the day before) and held out a hand to Annabelle. She took it and he pulled her onto the bike. He started it and with a roar sped away from the cave, towards the Boardwalk and the hunt.
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Annabelle couldn't understand. As they road silently to the Boardwalk she was aware of a presence in her mind. She knew instinctively it was her mate. But where had the idea that David was her mate come from? She knew that vampires could take mates, and that once you took a mate it was eternal. From what Max had told her, the only way you could take a mate was if you consciously did it. It couldn't happen by accident, and just the sharing of blood was not enough to make it occur. So if they were mates, shouldn't she have known it was happening? Or could the want only come from one side? And if that was true, did that mean that David had knowingly taken her? Made her his mate without her knowledge? And if so, why? Feeling the beginnings of a very rare vampire-headache coming on, she tried to shake the thoughts from her mind. There were just too many questions, and no answers at all. She tried to concentrate on the thrill of the hunt that she knew was coming, and on the incantation she had memorized for the ritual.
David stopped the bike near the entrance to the Boardwalk and slid off of it, leaning against the railing and once again watching her. His mate. It was strange, but the desire to make her his was an utterly new one for him. Even Star he hadn't felt this desire for and he was sure that that had been love. He hoped that she could accept this new relationship because he knew he would never let her leave. Right now she was the only family he had, and even after he got his Boys back he would still need her. She was part of the Pack now, whether she liked it or not.
Annabelle stood in front of him, looking at him questioningly. Finally she decided that she had had enough of the watching and turned her back to him, walking away. Turning slightly she said, "Are you just going to stay there, David? I thought you were hungry too."
David growled and pushed himself off of the railing, joining her were she stood waiting for him. "Of course I'm hungry, *Annabelle*. What is wrong with you tonight?" he asked in a slightly sardonic tone, looking deep into her eyes.
"There's nothing wrong with me, *David*," she snarled, mimicking his tone of voice, "Why do you ask?"
"I know there is something wrong with you , my Belle, and I *will* find out what that is later. Right now we hunt," he said, his tone and body language changing abruptly, from mildly scornful to intimidating. He turned around and stalked down the steps to the beach, their favorite hunting ground.
Annabelle watched David for a moment in shocked silence, then hurried down the stairs to catch up with him.
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Unbeknownst to them, Michael had seen them arrive and had watched the whole exchange with interest. He was surprised at the level of genuine love he had seen in David's face while watching Annabelle. He was also surprised at the way Annabelle had acted towards him, even though it seemed even to him that she was hiding something. Annabelle still bothered him, not just because she was a vicious vampire, but because something about her was so familiar and yet he had never seen her before in his life. He would not follow them tonight, he already knew where they were going and had no desire to see it, knowing he couldn't stop it. He had not brought his brother or Edgar with him tonight, he had a feeling deep in the pit of his stomach that something big was going to happen and he didn't want them anywhere near David or his strange friend.
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David and Annabelle came upon a small group of five teenagers and had picked them as tonight's prey. David prowled around the group unseen, trying to judge which teen he would take first. Annabelle watched him stalk and was again filled with lust, unable to control her body's reaction towards him. He turned towards her and met her eyes, silently giving her the go ahead to choose whoever she wanted. He had picked a boy who looked remarkably like Michael and was standing behind him. Not bothering to prowl as he had, she walked confidently towards the group and grabbed from behind the first person, a girl, that she came to. Before the girl could protest Annabelle sunk her fangs deep into the girl's jugular, her mouth filling at once with rich, warm blood. She drank until the girl's pulse died beneath her lips and then she threw the body on the grounding, searching for her next victim. David meanwhile had viciously ripped out the throat of his first quarry and snapped his neck, throwing him onto the bonfire that the teens around here almost always started.
The mates picked off the small group one by one, feeding together on the last. When she had been drained, David dropped the body onto the bonfire, the flames licking higher and the embers crackling. Annabelle watched the fire and tears came to her eyes. This would be the last night that they would ever have together. She tried to stifle them, but they spilled over and slid down her cheeks, leaving dark red tracks behind. David watched her with confusion. Why was she crying? What had happened? He silently came to stand beside her and put his arm around her waist, drawing her closer to him. He tilted her face towards him and he looked deep into her eyes, then gently licked the tear tracks that were staining her perfect pale face. She sighed and stepped out of his embrace. "We should head home. Big day tomorrow," she said softly.
David nodded and took her hand, and together they walked back to his motorcycle.
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Back at the cave Annabelle silently undressed and slipped on one of David's t-shirt. David sat in what he thought of as "his" chair, situated in a quiet far corner of their lair. Once she had finished getting dressed she walked over to him and sat in a chair that he had pulled over to the corner for her to sit in. She knew that they needed to have this talk but was not relishing the idea. "David, what did you want to talk to me about?" she asked.
"Annabelle, I know something is wrong. I sense it and I see it. Whatever it is I need to know."
Annabelle sighed. She knew there was no getting around this one. "Why did you mate me?" she asked bluntly.
He stared at her in shock for a minute. He never imagined that she could not know why. Maybe not how, but certainly not why. "Annabelle, it should be painfully obvious to you as to why I chose you. You are everything that I want, Belle, everything."
"And what happens when you get your Boys back? Will you still want me then?"
"I will always want you. I will never allow you to leave here. Whether you like it or not," he said, repeating his thoughts from earlier that evening.
Annabelle leaned back against her chair, silently processing everything she had just heard for a moment. No matter what he said, though, once they came back it could be a quite different situation. For now, this would have to be good enough. "It'll be dawn soon," she whispered.
"Yes, it will. We must sleep then," he said, standing and pulling her out of her chair.
As she started to walk towards her bed, she noticed that David had followed her. Curious she stopped by the bed and turned towards him. "Shouldn't you be leaving now?" she asked.
"No, I'll sleep here tonight," he answered, sensing that she needed more than just words.
He got into the bed and she climbed in after him. She laid her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms tightly around her. Soon dawn came and they were both asleep.
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The next evening David awoke first and placed a light kiss on Annabelle's lips. She moaned faintly and responded for a instant, before breaking away from him and opening her eyes. "It's time," she whispered.
"Michael will leave the boys alone tonight to watch us, as he has done for the past two nights," David said, aware that Michael would be looking for them at the Boardwalk, leaving the two boys with only Lucy and the old man as protection.
"Then we should leave, yes?"
"Yes, tonight will be our night, my Belle," he said, his eyes lighting up at the thought of his Pack alive once more.
The vampires flew out of the cave and towards the Emersons' house, where Sam and Edgar sat unaware of the fate that was about to befall them.