Fine
And this is it...loose ends tied and closure reached...for the moment. My thanks to the lovely Starschild for inspiring me to be a little more prolific in my LB ficcage-I hope you like the ending of this one! Enjoy...
David and Michael spent many years together, the two remaining Lost Boys. Although Michael had made peace with the need to kill, he never quite developed the taste for violence that David had. Instead, he indulged his darker side when he and David were alone, preferring to run the risk of drinking from his dead lover. He found he had developed a taste for the blood of the undead, even though it left him with the vampire equivalent of a hangover.
Michael watched his family age; saw their sadness when they realised that he would no longer return to them. He was absent uncle to Sam's children, when he married at the age of twenty seven, and he shed his own tears at his grandfather's funeral ten years after that. He saw his mother meet and marry a man who truly could make her happy, and for that he was grateful. She never quite got over the sadness of her first-born son's disappearance, but over time she became more reconciled, it seemed, to it.
Even though it meant giving up his mortal life, Michael only once regretted his decision, and only then on a personal, selfish level. When Star finally met someone who would take proper care of her, someone who could give her the love and security she so desperately craved, he felt momentarily jealous. He wondered what would have happened if he had decided to move on with his life. As time passed, he realised that Star had found her own path, and the man she married was both respectful to and indulgent of her, the jealousy dimmed. Had he, himself married her, he would always be missing something. That something was the tie he had to David.
So they existed, together. Michael seemed to temper something in David, and David allowed Michael to indulge his own dark side. They never again reached the dizzy heights of David's domination of the Santa Carla boardwalk, but each found something in the other that was, to their minds, more satisfying. Not a happy ending, with restored humanity and wine and roses, but neither was it an eternity soaked in innocent blood. Put simply, it just was.