Back With A Vengeance

Disclaimer/Claimer - From here on out: see Prologue.

Notes - This is the continuation of the story "Prologue - Back With A Vengeance" I would just get thrown off if I saw that there were three chapters and I had only written the prologue and 2 chapters. Basically, this is under another story simply so I wouldn't get confused. lol!

Not much to say about this chapter. David decides that a couple of visits are in order. There we go. Nothing else to say. See you cats on the flip-flop laaattteeerrr! (Can you guess where I got that from? giggles I love that movie!)

Ch 1 - Visits Paid

Michael Emerson was lying in bed and it was only six forty-five in the morning. Something told him that he should get up, that he should move away from the window, but he wasn't sure why. There was something else, too, but he knew what that was. It was the heated sensation of the sun warming his skin. Now the feeling had gone from a nice warming feeling to an intense burning feeling. Michael opened his eyes and saw that his hand was on fire. He practically flew towards a darkened corner of the room. He knew what was going on. He wasn't his normal human self--something went wrong. Michael looked at his hand--everything seemed fine now. He figured that he was lucky that he hadn't stayed there much longer. "Great...Now I have to hide from the sun. I've got to figure out what went wrong...then I've got some explaining to do."

About three and a half hours later, Lucy came into her oldest son's room. She found the room completely empty and the bed a complete mess. "Michael..."

Michael had known the moment she entered that it was his mother. He was in his closet at the moment. "Mom?"

"Michael, where are you?"

"In the closet."

Lucy frowned and walked towards the closet. Just as she put her hand on the handle to open the closet door, Michael shouted, "Don't open the door!"

"Michael, what are you doing?"

"Something went wrong last night, mom. I'm not...me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I'm still a vampire!"

"What happened? I thought that you would be--"

"That's what I thought. I did something wrong...or didn't do something, I don't know. All I know, is that I woke up at six forty-five with my hand on fire because it was exposed to the sun."

"Well, alright, dear. I'll...see you tonight." With that, Lucy turned to leave her son's room.

"Mom..." He waited until she stopped moving to speak again. "Don't tell Sam." Lucy didn't say anything, but Michael heard her leave.

David had been waiting all day for it to be night. Finally, it was. Now he could do it. He could pay those visits he had told himself he would make. Michael first, then Starr, he'd go from there. Time was never a problem. He was at the Emerson's within minutes--ten maybe? He grinned as he floated up to the window. David tapped his fingers on the glass that had obviously been replaced and waited for a response.

David had to give Michael points for response time. Not four seconds after he had tapped on the window, it was thrown open. Still grinning, David waved, "Hey, buddy, how ya doin'?"

"How--but I thought...I killed you!" Michael sputtered out.

"Ahh, poor, naive little Michael. You forgot one of the first rules we taught you."

Michael frowned. "What are you talking about?"

David laughed lightly. Michael was even more oblivious than he thought. "You made a kill, Michael."

"No, I didn't." Michael said, not following David in the least. He wasn't sure what the blonde was talking about, but he knew he hadn't made a kill. He never harmed a human.

"Max. You shoved him towards that steak."

"What? No...well, I mean, I did, but I never touched a human in a harmful way. It should've reversed." He paused, "Shouldn't it have?"

"No."

"The kill doesn't have to be human, then?"

David smiled. It took him a bit, but Michael would eventually catch on. "Exactly."

"Was there any particular reason that you didn't tell me this before?"

"Guess it slipped my mind."

Michael shook his head. That was a very David response. He had known, he just didn't tell Michael and they both knew it. Oh, well. "Well, I can't stay here."

"And?"

"I have a feeling you came here for a reason."

"And somehow, you're right."

Michael smirked, "And what might that reason be?" He asked, sounding highly amused for some reason.

"Well, I knew you were still like me, so I figured you might want some guidance. I just want to be a...helping hand, Michael."

They both laughed at that. Of all the things that David might be, a "helping hand" was definitely not it. "Alright," Michael started, "So what now?"

"First of all, I've gotta say you're damn lucky that I didn't kill you on sight, considering you put those antlers through me."

"No hard feelings though, right?" Michael asked jokingly, "I only did it to protect my family, you know."

"Right..." David smirked, "I think that you and I should...oh, I don't know, create a new group."

The eternal eighteen year old's eyebrows shot up. "A new group?"

"Yeah. Since you and your family killed the other three...I figure you and I should find a couple people to replace them, you know? The new Lost Boys." David grinned.

"I tried to kill you, and you're asking me to help you find some guys to join your little group? You make no sense to me, you know that?"

"What'd ya say, Michael?"

"Fine, we'll find others."

"Great. Let's go."

And the two boys were off on their mission to find a few other boys to join their group. Well, almost. "Oh, I've got to make another stop before we go out on our search." David said.

"And where is that?"

"Starr's."

"What for?"

"See if we can change her mind...bring her back on our side."

Fifteen minutes and the boys were already at Starr's house. David glanced at Michael, who seemed to be having second thoughts of some sort about this. Oh, well, that was his problem . David tapped on the window of the girl's room. It took her a few minutes, but she finally got up and opened the window. Starr jumped slightly when she saw David and Michael floating outside her bedroom window. "But you...you're dead and you're...supposed to be normal...I thought it was over..." She was clearly shocked.

"Obviously, the kill doesn't have ta be human, Starr." Michael said quietly.

"So...you said you'd miss me, but now you don't have to, Starr."

She jerked her lips in a manner that was supposed to serve as a smile. "Right."

"You'll never have to miss me if you come on our side, Starr."

Starr's eyes widened, "No! I'm not doing that! Don't you understand that was what I was trying to get away from?"

"Well, I guess you and Michael won't be in any kind of relationship, right? I mean, who ever heard of a vampire and a mortal being together? It just doesn't work, see, cause the mortal dies and it just isn't good for the vampires mind...It...tends ta screw with them."

"But..." She sighed. "Michael, you don't really want me to be one of them, do you?"

"You mean one of us?" Michael asked, his tone harsh.

"Michael, I--"

"Fine, don't do it. No one's making you."

The two boys were about to leave when Starr spoke again, "Wait..." They turned to face her, "I'll do it...but you have to promise me something, Michael."

"What?"

"You won't feed on or turn a child."

"I can't promise something like that, Starr."

"Fine. Then go."

And so they did. Now they could search for their new members. That was their mission tonight and for the next few, at least. As long as they had no interruptions, Michael and David could care less.

Notes - Well, wasn't that fun? Yes, I know, boring as hell, right? Well, the next chapter should be better. I didn't particularly like this chapter. Oh well, maybe the next one will be better to my liking--and maybe yours too, and, of course, that would be good.

Give me a buzz!

Later days,

PFB