Title: A Vampire's Word (Part 8)
Author: Love In Vein
Summary: The sequel to David's Revenge. Laddie is heartbroken after the Pack leaves Santa Carla. When they return, will they find themselves no longer welcome in his life?
Disclaimer: As we all know, the WB owns The Lost Boys and all of the characters therein. Anything else I mentioned in this story are also owned by other people, too. I still own Annabelle, Sela, Alex, Dr. Hansen *and* Charlotte too!
Part 8
They felt it as soon as he went down. A roar was ripped from their collective throats, the males dropping from their sleeping place and flying into the main room where the women already sat, their eyes wide with fright. "Laddie, Laddie!" Annabelle gasped out, his pain pounding in her head.
"Our connection is stronger than we had all thought. We must find him. He will not die!" David growled.
"He must be close, we'll take flight," said Paul, already starting towards the cave's entrance.
David put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "*I* will find him. I will bring him here."
Paul nodded quickly and snapped, "Then *go* already! Just *go*!"
David didn't answer and flew out of the cave before anyone could say anything more.
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Laddie was floating in the weightlessness, thinking of nothing but the beauty of *being*. There was no white light, no harp music, and no ethereal voices. Maybe then he wasn't dead after all. Then where was he? It was then that he heard a voice, sharp, deep, and most surprising of all, scared.
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It didn't take David long to find Laddie, and when he did he didn't feel any relief or happiness. Instead he felt a cold panic descend over him when he took in the strong scent of Laddie's blood and the stillness of his body. "Laddie, Laddie! Come on, boy, answer me!" he shouted as he landed next to the broken boy.
Laddie did not answer with words, but David felt his breathing and that was good enough for him. He gently gathered Laddie into his arms, ignoring the groans of protest that were issued from the boy's mouth.
The flight back to the cave was, for David, a solemn journey. He could feel Laddie's faintly beating heart, which gave him a great deal of hope. His thoughts, however, were darker. If Laddie were to be lost, it would be a great blow to the Pack. He could not imagine how long it would take for them, especially Paul, to get over it if they ever even would. Perhaps vampires were not supposed to be able to feel guilt, but over the death of a supposed-to-be Pack member's death they would be. Just the knowledge that he was on his way to see them hurt enough, as if they themselves had caused his accident. 'Well,' David thought with resolve. 'He will *not* die. Not now, and not ever.'
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When David entered the cave, the rest of the Pack immediately clustered around him. He pushed them away gently and lowered Laddie onto one of the couches in the main room. "David, can we save him?" asked Marco quietly.
"Of course! We *will* save him. There is no other way," Paul snarled, cutting in before David could say anything.
"Paul is right, there is no other way," David said.
"But did he want to be one of us?" Annabelle asked with concern. If Laddie didn't want to be one of them, she didn't want them to change him against his will.
"Belle, it doesn't matter anymore. He will not survive if we do not give him our blood," said David impatiently. "Marco, the bottle."
Marco jumped up to get the bottle and Sela moved in to kneel next to Laddie. She gently ran her fingers along his arms and legs, looking for broken bones. "We have to set this bone before he is turned, otherwise it will heal wrong," she said, laying her hand on the leg that had gotten caught with the wheel. It was cleanly broken.
"Then do it," snapped David. Time was running very short.
"Laddie, this will hurt a lot but I must do this. Do you understand?" Sela asked.
She received no real reply but went to work anyway. She firmly grasped the leg and twisted hard until she felt the bones align. Dwayne came up behind her with a wooden 2x4 and she placed it under the newly set bones and wrapped them both with rags ripped from one of Paul's shirts.
Marco handed David the bottle and he uncorked it reverently. "There is no turning back now," he murmured to no one in particular.
David lifted Laddie's head up slightly and tilted the bottle to his lips. The dark red liquid began to slide down his throat but there was no reaction visible. Then his eyes opened and stared into David's with a mixture of fright and surprise but there was no anger there, to David's relief. He continued to drink from the bottle as David held it there for him, the pain in his leg quickly becoming excruciating. The rest of the Pack watched with palpable relief as the cuts visible on Laddie's arms and legs began to heal themselves and the bruises beginning to fade and disappear. His leg would take more to heal, as well would any internal injuries he may have had, but they too would heal completely in a short time.
When the bottle had been emptied they sat in silence for a few long moments, waiting for Laddie to say something, *anything*. Finally Laddie took a short breath and whispered, "Why?"
"We weren't going to lose you Laddie, no matter what. Did we do the right thing?" asked Annabelle, in spite of the growl that question got from David.
"Yeah, you did. After everything, I knew that I wanted to be Pack," Laddie said quietly, his voice becoming stronger with each word.
"You are, and you always will be. Our promise has been kept," David replied, a hint of affection clearly apparent in his voice.
"I don't think I've ever told you all together how much you mean to me, have I?" Laddie asked, struggling to sit up.
Paul helped to prop Laddie up with a pillow and just shook his head. "Dude, you never had to. We're *family*, remember?"
"You've never let me forget," Laddie replied with a laugh and the Pack laughed with him.
Because really, all Laddie had ever wanted and needed was the promise of his Pack and the acceptance of this family.
~~ The End ~~ If you like this story read my new one Fangs, Leather, Love about Sela!
Author: Love In Vein
Summary: The sequel to David's Revenge. Laddie is heartbroken after the Pack leaves Santa Carla. When they return, will they find themselves no longer welcome in his life?
Disclaimer: As we all know, the WB owns The Lost Boys and all of the characters therein. Anything else I mentioned in this story are also owned by other people, too. I still own Annabelle, Sela, Alex, Dr. Hansen *and* Charlotte too!
Part 8
They felt it as soon as he went down. A roar was ripped from their collective throats, the males dropping from their sleeping place and flying into the main room where the women already sat, their eyes wide with fright. "Laddie, Laddie!" Annabelle gasped out, his pain pounding in her head.
"Our connection is stronger than we had all thought. We must find him. He will not die!" David growled.
"He must be close, we'll take flight," said Paul, already starting towards the cave's entrance.
David put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "*I* will find him. I will bring him here."
Paul nodded quickly and snapped, "Then *go* already! Just *go*!"
David didn't answer and flew out of the cave before anyone could say anything more.
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Laddie was floating in the weightlessness, thinking of nothing but the beauty of *being*. There was no white light, no harp music, and no ethereal voices. Maybe then he wasn't dead after all. Then where was he? It was then that he heard a voice, sharp, deep, and most surprising of all, scared.
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It didn't take David long to find Laddie, and when he did he didn't feel any relief or happiness. Instead he felt a cold panic descend over him when he took in the strong scent of Laddie's blood and the stillness of his body. "Laddie, Laddie! Come on, boy, answer me!" he shouted as he landed next to the broken boy.
Laddie did not answer with words, but David felt his breathing and that was good enough for him. He gently gathered Laddie into his arms, ignoring the groans of protest that were issued from the boy's mouth.
The flight back to the cave was, for David, a solemn journey. He could feel Laddie's faintly beating heart, which gave him a great deal of hope. His thoughts, however, were darker. If Laddie were to be lost, it would be a great blow to the Pack. He could not imagine how long it would take for them, especially Paul, to get over it if they ever even would. Perhaps vampires were not supposed to be able to feel guilt, but over the death of a supposed-to-be Pack member's death they would be. Just the knowledge that he was on his way to see them hurt enough, as if they themselves had caused his accident. 'Well,' David thought with resolve. 'He will *not* die. Not now, and not ever.'
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When David entered the cave, the rest of the Pack immediately clustered around him. He pushed them away gently and lowered Laddie onto one of the couches in the main room. "David, can we save him?" asked Marco quietly.
"Of course! We *will* save him. There is no other way," Paul snarled, cutting in before David could say anything.
"Paul is right, there is no other way," David said.
"But did he want to be one of us?" Annabelle asked with concern. If Laddie didn't want to be one of them, she didn't want them to change him against his will.
"Belle, it doesn't matter anymore. He will not survive if we do not give him our blood," said David impatiently. "Marco, the bottle."
Marco jumped up to get the bottle and Sela moved in to kneel next to Laddie. She gently ran her fingers along his arms and legs, looking for broken bones. "We have to set this bone before he is turned, otherwise it will heal wrong," she said, laying her hand on the leg that had gotten caught with the wheel. It was cleanly broken.
"Then do it," snapped David. Time was running very short.
"Laddie, this will hurt a lot but I must do this. Do you understand?" Sela asked.
She received no real reply but went to work anyway. She firmly grasped the leg and twisted hard until she felt the bones align. Dwayne came up behind her with a wooden 2x4 and she placed it under the newly set bones and wrapped them both with rags ripped from one of Paul's shirts.
Marco handed David the bottle and he uncorked it reverently. "There is no turning back now," he murmured to no one in particular.
David lifted Laddie's head up slightly and tilted the bottle to his lips. The dark red liquid began to slide down his throat but there was no reaction visible. Then his eyes opened and stared into David's with a mixture of fright and surprise but there was no anger there, to David's relief. He continued to drink from the bottle as David held it there for him, the pain in his leg quickly becoming excruciating. The rest of the Pack watched with palpable relief as the cuts visible on Laddie's arms and legs began to heal themselves and the bruises beginning to fade and disappear. His leg would take more to heal, as well would any internal injuries he may have had, but they too would heal completely in a short time.
When the bottle had been emptied they sat in silence for a few long moments, waiting for Laddie to say something, *anything*. Finally Laddie took a short breath and whispered, "Why?"
"We weren't going to lose you Laddie, no matter what. Did we do the right thing?" asked Annabelle, in spite of the growl that question got from David.
"Yeah, you did. After everything, I knew that I wanted to be Pack," Laddie said quietly, his voice becoming stronger with each word.
"You are, and you always will be. Our promise has been kept," David replied, a hint of affection clearly apparent in his voice.
"I don't think I've ever told you all together how much you mean to me, have I?" Laddie asked, struggling to sit up.
Paul helped to prop Laddie up with a pillow and just shook his head. "Dude, you never had to. We're *family*, remember?"
"You've never let me forget," Laddie replied with a laugh and the Pack laughed with him.
Because really, all Laddie had ever wanted and needed was the promise of his Pack and the acceptance of this family.
~~ The End ~~ If you like this story read my new one Fangs, Leather, Love about Sela!
