A/N: It's me again! Yay, I'm updating! Go me! It's taken forever for me to decide what to write next on this fic, but I've finally decided to try to add a chapter and see where it goes. I don't want this story forgotten and lost. I've gotten like three votes for David to a bad guy and like… four for him to be good. So… it's really close here, guys. I'm going to let you keep voting, but only for a couple more days, cause I think we're ready for David to make his appearance in this thing. Thank you guys so much for sticking with this story. You guys rock!

CHAPTER SEVEN

MICHAEL EMERSON ARRIVES

Sam knew it was him the moment he heard the knock on the door. Somehow, he could just tell. He ran to the door and answered it. He found his brother smiling back at him. "Hey, Sammy!" Michael greeted, throwing his arms around his brother.

"Hey, Mike," Sam smiled, returning the hug.

Bianca sat on the couch beside Fallon, looking from Sam to Michael shyly. The two brothers didn't look much alike, but then again… neither did Edgar and Alan. "Mike, I want you to meet two people," Sam led the way over to where Bianca and Fallon were sitting, "Mike, this is Bianca. She's the one I told you about. This is her best friend Fallon."

"Hi," Bianca greeted.

"Hi. I heard about your problem," smiled Mike.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. We'll talk about that later, though. Right now, I'm ready for a hot cup of coffee and stories about what you guys have been up to. Maybe I can get to know you two a little more first, before we start talking about the serious stuff."

Bianca smiled, "I just made a fresh pot of coffee. Help yourself."

"Thanks."

2

Michael Emerson seemed to be a really nice guy, like his brother. He had a wife and one son, he'd told the girls. He worked in architecture. He told the girls, Sam, Edgar, and Alan that he'd saved up some vacation days, so coming was absolutely no problem. There was something about him that comforted Bianca. She figured it was the fact that years ago, he'd been right in the same boat that she was in now. He knew what was happening to her and she knew he would be sympathetic about it.

"Well, now that we've gotten to know each other a bit," began Mike, "Do you mind telling me exactly what happened to you, Bianca?"

"I was walking at night. Now that I think about it, it was a stupid thing to do. I don't know how many times Brandon has told me never to go walking alone at night…" mentioning Brandon's name made Bianca miss him, "Anyway… this thug comes up to me and pushes me down. Then, he jerks me up by my arm and bites me. Just like that. No huge horror story about this thing chasing down an alley way, or… he just bit me and left."

"Bianca, did you see his face?" Mike asked.

"No. I didn't. After that, however, I've been having these dreams about how you guys killed David."

"Do you think that David bit you?" Mike asked

"I don't know. Sam seems to think so and he had this dream… I'm starting to think that maybe it was him."

"Only a head vampire can bite you," said Sam, "David would've been next in line. Max was his real father."

"I know that, Sammy. We killed him, though."

"Mike, we didn't check! Don't you think it's possible that he survived!"

Mike gave Sam a thoughtful look, "Okay, Sammy, I'll admit that it's possible. Improbable, but possible."

"So, what do we do? If he's alive, you'd think you'd be able to sense him, Mike," said Edgar.

"Why's that?" asked Bianca.

"Because David was the one who turned Mike. Whether Max was the head vampire or not, David's blood was in Mike's body. Killing Max may have made him human again, but if David's alive… he's still apart of Mike and Mike may be able to sense him," explained Sam.

"I don't sense anything," said Mike.

"Are you sure?" asked Alan, "You may be trying to suppress it."

"I'm sure. Look, you guys… I'm tired," said Mike.

"Yeah, of course you are. Go ahead and lay down in the room Bianca and Fallon let me borrow. We'll talk about this more when you've rested," said Sam.

Mike nodded. Sam got up and led Mike to his room. "Have a good rest, bro."

"Thanks, Sammy."

Sam left, shutting the door behind him. Mike walked over to the mirror. He'd lied to his brother and his friends. He had been sensing something for some time now. He just didn't know… or want to know what it was. Star had also been complaining about dreams. Maybe Sam and the others were right. Maybe David was truly alive.