Sam smiled, felt good about the day as he headed into Michael's work, he had to be there by now. There was a chance he could save his brother, they could work this out, and mom could smile again. She didn't look very happy but she was obviously relieved that Sam was back to normal at least. Plus, giving up hunting...that was a plus.

He stepped inside, his smile wide, "Good afternoon, Georgia. Is Michael here?"

"Michael?" Georgia jerked up from her paperwork at the counter, "honey, didn't he tell you? Michael quit last night. Called in, left a message, told us he was leaving town for good."

"What?" He froze, blinking, "I just saw him last night, he didn't say anything. How could he have quit? Why?" He had to find him, that meant he was still at his apartment, right? He looked over at her, "Umm, thanks, I'll see you later, I gotta go." He turned and ran out, his smile long gone.

Michael wasn't at his apartment. Neither was his bike. No answer at the door and no key under the carpet. But when Sam craned around to try and catch a glimpse through the open patio window, he could tell there were still things inside. So...Michael hadn't left for good. What the hell did all of this mean?! What was he going to do? How was he going to find him? He looked out toward the boardwalk and the beach, maybe...no, no, Michael would never do that, he'd never go there. He jumped back in his car and headed for the only place he could possibly be, that fucking sunken hotel.

He stood at the top of the cliff looking down the stairs. He didn't want to go down there but he had to talk to his brother and he couldn't think of anywhere else his brother might be. Slowly, he walked down, taking the stairs carefully.

Garlic didn't work. That's what he remembered Alan and Ed telling him...after...that...night. Still, there was a comfort in his garlic necklace, his rosary, his crucifix. The many accoutrements of a 'seasoned' hunter from any good Hammer or Universal flick. Sam spent the rest of the afternoon, and even a good portion of the early evening waiting, perched at those steps. Knowing with each passing minute and hour...his brother was more and more likely to be there.

"Mike?" His voice came out softer than he would have liked. He cleared his throat before trying again, "Mike!" He took another step inside, taking a slow breath, "MIKE!" He shouted again.

Pigeons fluttered down from the ceiling, descending in their manic path beside him, almost making him fall to the ground once he'd finally built up the nerve to actually go inside. There was one thing that made him feel a little less terrified. It was very clean, now. He didn't remember the place being too nice, the one time he'd been here.

The sun had begun to descend. A melting lemon candy in a hazy pink sky. He glanced back at it; he didn't want to be here when the sun was gone but what other choice did he have?

"Mike? Come on man, I need to talk to you!"

"He's not up yet." David. The albino bastard was leaning against the wall looking at him, "What do you want?"

He swallowed hard, steeling himself, "I need to talk to my brother."

"Hate to break it to you, kid, but he'll probably be another thirty minutes, maybe more. Hangover. First kill. Not a great combo," the asshole's upper lip curved into a sinister smile.

A chill ran down Sam's spine. First kill?!

"...Mike...Mike wouldn't kill anyone…" Sam stammered, slowly raising his crucifix as he stumbled back against the cave wall, gazing towards the monster that had started this whole mess. The bastard who'd torn his family apart.

"Totally his choice too, wasn't even that hungry." He chuckled softly, "Was quite the surprise, totally didn't expect it yet." He looked him over, "Glad to see you're doin' good, makes that deal worth it."

"What…" Sam gulped, refusing to close his eyes, as desperately as he wanted to. He could feel them burning right now, but taking his gaze away from David would just be begging for trouble, "what deal?"

"I help you, Michael comes home, pretty simple."

"His home is with mom. With grandpa. With us," Sam whispered, his heart hammering in his chest, his hopeless wails echoing in his mind. He didn't need to hear whatever was coming next. He knew...he knew what Mike had done.

David smirked, "Not since eight years ago. Not since he drank my blood. So, home is here, pretty simple, isn't it little Sammy? He's not one of you anymore. He's one of us."

"You didn't even give him a choice!" Sam shouted, thrusting the crucifix out even further, "he told me what you did to him! Made him eat some shitty food, tricked him, then gave him a bottle he thought was just cheap wine...how's that fair, huh?" He knew he was making things worse for himself right now, challenging a vampire, trying to make empty threats...but if no one else was there for Mike, he was. Sam would never let his brother go. Never.

David shook his head, "He spent eight years playing human, fighting it, I merely made sure he knew there was another way."

The sound of rustling fabric alerted him first; the others were waking up. It wasn't just the monsters he'd thought dead and buried eight years ago. It was more than that. His brother would be one of them. "Why couldn't you just let him go, huh?" Sam whimpered, pulling the crucifix in close to his chest as a protective talisman, no longer a weapon, "he didn't want this!"

They came, then, arriving swiftly on a stream of air, the ones he'd thought him and the Frogs had taken care of at the head, and then finally, his own brother. Mike. Landing beside David, as if he belonged there. With them. With him.

"Good morning, Michael, how're you feeling?" David asked; he at least sounded concerned for his brother. That was...something.

"Hangover," Michael replied curtly, before turning towards Sam, and almost taking a step back in surprise. "Sam? What the..." He turned towards David, "did you drag him in here?!"

"He showed up yelling your name over and over again, woke me up." David rolled his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me you quit your job, jerk?!"

Michael squinted, rubbing the back of his neck with an exasperated sigh, "well...I guess I knew you'd do something stupid if I told you. I quit my job, Sam," he informed him bluntly. "I'm also ditching my lease, too…" There was a distinct disinterest, a lack of real emotion in his response. He was acting funny. Come to think of it, he was standing pretty close to that asshole, too.

Sam scowled, "Mike, what's wrong with you? Why're you acting like that?"

He rolled his eyes in response, "don't worry about it. Just go home. Tell mom I'll swing by in a couple of days. How are you coming on those entrance essays, huh?" Michael tried to change the subject, "not much time left to apply for spring semester…"

When the others shouldered in behind him, it almost made Sam want to scream. This wasn't normal. It wasn't right. These were the same guys he remembered killing years ago to save his brother, and they were acting like some kind of weird shit-sucking family right now!

David smirked at him, "Need help with a little history lesson? We can tell you how it really happened."

Michael nudged him, "stop." He stepped forward, "don't worry about it, Sammy. I'm just...I moved, okay?" He quirked his eyebrows, "you're safe. I'm safe. Everything's fine, so just drop it."

David looked affronted, "I was serious. Help write a proper essay."

Sam swallowed hard, "You killed someone, Mike." He whispered, eyes wide.

Michael frowned, "well...yeah...but it's not like you knew him, or anything." He said it as if he'd knocked over someone's mailbox, or ripped the sticker off of grandpa's tv guide! There wasn't even a hint of guilt on his brother's face.

Sam couldn't be here, he had to get out of here. He took a step back, not taking his eyes off them before he was able to turn and run. His brother was a cold blooded killer, he didn't care about humans anymore, the only thing that seemed to matter were the others he was standing with. Never mind the fact that he hadn't attacked Sam yet, he probably just wasn't hungry enough! Sam remembered what that felt like, too, and a part of him had wanted to take a bite out of mom or grandpa when they weren't looking. He didn't doubt Mike felt the same way for good, now.

Michael watched his little brother flee, perplexed. A little hurt. "...Didn't think he'd run that fast…"

"He's a quick little bugger, would be a fun chase." Marko said wistfully as they watched him flee.

"I'm not eating him," Michael paused, "you're not eating him either, asshole," he growled, glaring at Marko. Whether Sam was bursting into hysterics or not, he had no plans to put his little brother on a dinner plate anytime soon. Even if he deserved it.

Marko put his hands up, "Easy, won't eat him...unless he tries to stab me again, alright?"

"Thought it was the smelly one who stabbed you," Paul yawned, stretching his arms above his head and relaxing as his spine began popping into alignment.

"They all smell," Dwayne sneered.

"Doesn't matter, anyone that tries to stab me, I eat." Marko stated.

David shook his head, "So, Dwayne, your turn tonight, what do you want to do?"

Dwayne looked thoughtful, glancing up at the ceiling, "let's go for a ride."

Sam couldn't stop running his fingers through his hair, tugging at it nervously as he headed for Edgar's trailer. He couldn't believe he was about to ask the Frog brothers to help him...do something to his brother. Stake him? Restrain him? Keep him from hurting people? Sam still wasn't sure. Staking wasn't really on the table though. Not yet…

All of the lights were off. What's more, both Ed and Alan's cars were there. They should be inside. He pushed the door open without knocking. Apparently today was the day for surprises. The dining nook was a mess...silverware all over the floor. Blood spatters. An overturned chair. It was a crime scene. The kind that'd make Columbo quiver with fear.

"Fuck." He bowed his head for a moment before beginning to hunt for some sign of what had happened. Blood spattered trails led towards the door...they couldn't have been here long. The furniture was fine. The television. Everything else besides the blood and the silverware remained untouched. But...just beside the door, Sam spotted a crumpled piece of paper. It could be garbage, given Ed's habits of...well, being a pig...but he couldn't leave it to chance. Kneeling down, he snatched it up and unrolled the ball of paper, grinning when he realized he was right, and then frowning once he'd read the contents:

Sam,

Shit. This is bad. Don't follow. Too late. Stay away. Vampire back, not much time. I'm dead now.

A

The letter was scrawled haphazardly with a broken pen, splotches of blue ink blurring half of the words, but there was enough there for him to make it out. A broken cry escaped his lips. It wasn't fair! Why couldn't life just go back to normal? Why couldn't he have stopped hunting sooner? Stopped everything from happening. He might not have been able to save Michael, but he would have something at least.

There was nothing else for it. He'd have to give mom some kind of excuse. Maybe tell her he was scouting campuses or something. No way in hell was Sam losing another person he cared about. He'd have to gather a few supplies first, but if he didn't go as soon as possible, he knew he wouldn't be able to find Ed and Alan.

"Don't worry guys, I'm coming for you," Sam whispered, tearing out of the trailer as fast as his legs would carry him. Screw the promise he'd made Mike, Sam was a hunter. Through and through. Besides, he was pretty sure he'd gotten his brother to promise not to kill people multiple times throughout the years, so as far as he was concerned, this was just one broken deal against a thousand others.

"Hey mom," Michael called out, gently closing the door behind him as he stepped into the house. David had come with him tonight, tagged along as if he thought he was going to change his mind about staying with them, maybe bolt at any second. He couldn't blame him, but the chances were fairly low now that daylight was pretty much a null and void option anymore. "Mom, where's Sam? I want to talk to him." He called out again, then realized he couldn't pick up her scent. She'd left...but the old man was clattering about in his workshop. "Gramps?" He shouted, "you in there?"

"Michael?" He scowled, eyeing him as he came toward his shop, "I got some bambi in the fridge for you."

He wrinkled his nose, "nah, I'm good." The blood had tasted bad before, but now...he had a feeling he'd just throw it right back up if he even tried one of the old man's special batches.

His eyes narrowed, "You have to be hungry and I know you're about out." It seemed the old man might be on to him. Well, he'd tried.

"Not gonna drink it anymore grandpa," Michael shrugged. "Can't."

"You killed." He stated, "You gonna kill me too?"

It was tempting to joke about it, give the old man a scare, but Michael seriously doubted he'd end up in one piece after the fact if he was alive at all. Grandpa was a tough old bastard, family or not. "No," he replied flatly. "I mean no, I'm not gonna kill you. Definitely killed, though. Gonna do it again, too...kinda have to now...but not gonna kill you." Maybe it was a good thing mom wasn't around to hear this. That'd pretty much be the nail in her coffin. "You seen Sam?" He changed the subject.

"Not since yesterday, think he was gonna pay his friends a visit." He paused briefly, "Don't go tellin' Lucy about your all liquid diet. She has enough trouble right now and I'm sure you know about what."

He scowled, "I'm not a mon...Okay, I I am...but I'm not ev...I'm not gonna," he snapped back, turning on his heels and stomping towards the door...but something made Michael stop right when he was about to turn the handle. "Hey...grandpa?"

"Yeah?"

"...You gonna kill me?"

He shook his head, "Long as you don't try to kill me, Lucy, or Sam we won't have a problem." He paused, "Michael, Lucy...I don't know how much longer she's gonna have and Sam doesn't know. Find him and bring him back before he does something stupid."

Michael turned his head to glance back towards the workshop, "what do you mean? How long has he been gone?"

"I got a feeling, always follow my gut."

He coudn't help the snarl that escaped his lips before he dodged out of the house and started to stalk towards his bike. If Sam had done, or was doing something stupid...he'd be hard-pressed not to wring his fucking neck. "God damn it, Sam…" He grumbled, avoiding David's gaze when he kicked his bike into gear.

David cocked his head to the side, mounting up, "What's the problem?"

Michael didn't trust himself not to lose his temper then and there, so he remained silent as they pulled out of the driveway and started heading down the road, Michael leading the way. He'd had to give Sam a ride a couple of times to that piece of trash little trailer. He knew the way by heart. David was a silent shadow, he didn't ask anything else, didn't question where he was going or what he was doing, just followed.

It certainly wasn't a fun ride by any means. Each passing mile and minute on the road riled Michael up more and more, while he let his mind dwell on the possibilities right now. Why would Sam visit them so soon after what just happened? Especially with the conversation they'd had last night…

By the time they got there, and he noticed Sam's car missing from the driveway, while the Frog brothers' crap heaps remained untouched, Michael was so angry, he nearly punched a dent in one of the hoods to relieve some of his frustration. There was a lingering scent in the air, of the fucking vampire they'd sent packing, of the Frog brothers and their corn chip aura, and Sam...

David tipped his head back and took a deep breath, "Well, shit."

"I'm gonna kill them," Michael growled by the time he'd managed to get into the trailer to begin a bit of exploring. Maybe there'd be a hint of where they'd gone, a note, something. Not that it made much sense for them to leave one, given how ticked off Sam was before he stormed out of the hotel.

David stepped inside, spotting a crumpled up piece of paper on the floor, "Well, looks like Alan told him not to come after him." He offered Michael the note, "Your brother's an idiot."

Michael glared down at the letter, and then back up at David, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to steady himself. He was this close to blowing a fuse right now. Could vampires have an aneurism, he wondered? He made a move to step by the older vampire, immediately knowing what he had to do. "I'm going after them. I'll be back."

"Not without me you're not." He stated, grabbing his arm, "You're not going to do anything stupid."

He glared at David's hand, taking a deep breath and meeting his sire head-on with a snarl, "let go of me. You're one of the reasons he got so fucking worked up in the first place. If I hadn't gone back to the hotel, I wouldn't have made a kill. Sam wouldn't have broken his promise." He knew how he sounded right now, and he wasn't really angry at David, but right now...the blonde was the only one around he could take out some of his anger on. Warranted or not. When David didn't release him, Michael shoved his arm away and kicked the door open.

David snarled, tackling him to the ground, "That's not how this works, Michael." He growled in his ear, pressing him down to the ground, "I'm willing to let you get away with a lot, but back talking, going against me, I won't stand for it."

Michael growled, shifting beneath him and violently pulling an elbow back to smack David in the face, "get the fuck off of me!"

Teeth, sharp and deadly, sank into the back of his neck, the impact to the side of the head tearing the wounds wider. Strong arms contracted around his torso, squeezing him while David growled into his skin. He gave a sharp intake of breath, cursing as he gave a few more quick jerks, despite the pain. Then, with a deep sigh, Michael stilled. He'd wait until David let him go, then he'd make a run for it. Sam was going to get himself killed! Didn't he understand that?

A deep lethargy settled over him, and he relaxed a little bit more. Part of him was telling Michael to calm down and listen to his maker, but he was just a little too angry to do that right now. David slowly released his neck, lapping at the wounds as soon as he had relaxed.

"You gonna listen to reason?" He asked softly, licking the wounds again.

"...Yeah…" He agreed reluctantly, still fully intent on going after Sam on his own if he had to. "You can get off me now," Michael grumbled. Admittedly, though, the licking did feel nice. Soothing.

David shook his head, "I don't think I can. You're going to take off the minute I get off your back. So no, until you can behave yourself. If you're going to do this, I'm going with you. We clear?"

"Fine!" He snapped, "whatever. Just get the fuck off already!"

David snarled at him, "Are we clear?" He snapped, "Because it doesn't sound like we really are."

He let his head fall against the ground, relenting, "okay." There was just no arguing with the bastard. "Stop reading my mind, you dick."

Slowly David let him up, sliding off his back, "Now, we can go after them but I am going with you."

Michael pushed himself up into a sitting position, rubbing at his neck and glaring daggers at David, "I can do it myself. I don't need any help," he growled.

"You're not doing this by yourself, you're not going to go talk to an ancient vampire on your own. You're gonna get yourself killed and I will not allow it."

"I'm not planning on talking to him. I'm just gonna beat the shit out of Sam and drag him home. I don't think I need your help doing it," he replied curtly, climbing to his feet and dusting the dirt from his jeans.

"If Sam is already in there going after him, then you'll need help. I won't interfere with you beating the shit out of Sam, I'll only step in if necessary, deal?"

Okay, so maybe he had a point. "Deal." There really was no arguing with him. Michael gave a sardonic half-smile, fishing his keys out of his pocket. "What about the others?"

"They'll be fine at home, we shouldn't need them to talk some sense into the little shit."

"...He is my brother, David. Wanna cool it on the insults?"

"I'll think about it."

Michael snorted, "let's try to make this quick. If we don't hurry up and get Sam home, mom's probably going to have a heart attack. She might even try to invite Star over again to talk to us," Michael sighed. Lucy was still trying to fix that bridge.

"Let's go then." He slid onto his bike, "I might have an idea of where they are."

"Do you read? Do you even listen? Seriously, Sam. The hell, man?" Alan demanded, sighing as he knelt beside the chair and tightened Sam's bindings. "I don't even want to do this right now, but it's either this or he's gonna eat you…you are so lucky he went out for dinner tonight…"

"Come on man, let me go."

"Look, I'm glad you followed me, because it means you care. Really. Hell, I don't even know how you managed to find us this fast...find me...Just trust me on this, Sam, I've learned a lot in the last day or two. You can't fight him. Me fighting him definitely isn't an option anymore. He's even going to let Ed live for awhile. So when housekeeping comes in here tomorrow morning and unties you...or steals your wallet...just get in your car, drive home, and forget about us. Deal?" He was talking fast, acting really funny. Sam could almost swear he was actually enjoying this. What the hell had happened to him?! Alan was a completely different person.

He bowed his head, "Alan, man, I'm sorry I couldn't save you." He paused, "Do you...Do you like it?"

Alan paused, drawing away from Sam after giving one more good yank to make sure the ropes were secure, "well, I've only been dead for like...a day. But you were almost there. What were you thinking, when you got really hungry? What was going through your head?"

"I thought I was gonna die, that all I wanted was to feed…"

Alan grinned, "yeah...and how did you think it would feel?"

He looked away, "That it would taste so good, that it would make the pain stop." He looked back at Alan.

"...And? It's okay, Sam, you can tell me. I think you need to say it." The way he was talking right now, you'd think he was goading Sam into spoiling the end of a good movie. It was creepy.

"I didn't want to kill anyone, Alan."

He scoffed, "you are so full of shit. Yeah, okay, you didn't want to kill anyone, but you did at the same time. Am I completely off base here? You wanted to tear into someone's throat. You wanted to kill. You wanted to enjoy it, drag it out, soak in every single moment until it felt so good it almost hurt."

"I...yeah." He clenched his eyes shut, "Yeah, I did."

Alan stopped smiling, kneeling down in front of him and meeting Sam's gaze head-on, "if you follow us again, either he's going to eat you, he's going to make me eat you, or he's going to turn you again. We're not in Santa Carla anymore. Your brother can't protect you. I don't even have the...I don't even have the ability to fight my sire. It's not in me anymore. Not after he made me feed last night...seriously, like half an hour after he forced his blood down my throat again. You know what the hunger is like, Sam. Better than most humans ever will. Let me go." He paused, "let Michael go, too. Or accept what he is."

"Michael fed." He swallowed hard again, "He killed."

He smirked, "yesterday I probably would've told you to stake him, then. But…" he trailed off, shrugging, "it's not that bad. Feels good. Hey, he lasted eight years, that's pretty long."

"He fed because of me, it's my fault, it's my fault you got turned, it's my fault he fed."

"How do you figure that?" Alan cocked his head, "you didn't hold us down and force-feed us. Stop beating yourself up. You can't save the world. Stop trying."

"Alan, I'm sorry, I am."

Alan pulled back and punched him right across the jaw, forcing his head to the side, hard enough to leave Sam's ears ringing.

"The fuck man! Why'd you do that?!"

"Clearly you wanted it, since you're trying to convince me you've destroyed my life. You want me to punch you again? Break your arm? I could do that, if it'd make you feel better," Alan was, without a doubt, a hundred percent serious.

"No, no, that's alright." He sighed, "I won't come after you again."

"Good. Are you going to get over it? Try and maybe live a normal life, then? Next time you try and follow us, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to convince him to turn you again. Got it?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I get it."

"Cool!" He laughed, slapping Sam on the shoulder, "I'll call you when we're settled somewhere. I don't think I'll ever be able to come back to Santa Carla, but I promise I'll try to keep Ed human. I'm still me, Sam. Just in case you were wondering. Pretty sure your brother's still your brother, too."

Alan left him there to stew in his thoughts. He'd never felt like a bigger idiot.

"Your brother and corn-chips are in here, well, undead corn-chips." David stopped in front of the hotel, looking up, "Second floor." He strode inside, heading for the stairs. Michael followed on his heels. It hadn't been a very long trip. The idiot brigade apparently didn't travel fast. He could sense the bad mood emanating from his fledgling even now. Putting him in his place had only put off the inevitable, he was going to have to take the time when this was over to show Michael exactly what his place was.

The sight they were met with was laughable. Sam was bound with several cords of window shade threads and a crude rope fashioned from strips of motel sheets. His face was bloodied and bruised. The scent of that vampire was fading, along with the corn chip brigade. Michael shouldered past him with an angry huff.

"Sam, you dick, I-" He drew to a halt, shoving a hand over his face and hissing at the scent of fresh blood. He hadn't fed tonight. The hunger would be irresistible. His anger only fueled it even more.

David laid a hand on his shoulder, "Feeling hungry?" He asked softly before looking at Sam, "Want me to step in? Take some of it?" He did promise not to step in unless he had to. As amusing as it would be to watch him tear into the little prick.

"Yes," Michael snapped, turning his back on a whimpering Sam. He'd been way too slow for his little brother not to catch sight of his eyes and fangs in their full glory.

David slid his fingers through his hair briefly before drawing on that hunger, pulling it to him, he knew how to control himself after all, "Alright, do your thing."

Sighing, some of the tension in Michael's shoulders slackened, "thanks." He rounded on his little brother, face slowly reverting into the human facade, "Sam. What...the...everloving...fuck? Are...have you gone completely insane this time?! I should kick your ass. Looks like someone else took care of it for me," he knelt down in front of his brother, taking Sam's chin in his hand and turning his head to the side as he inspected his face. He wasn't gentle. The scent would still be driving him a little crazy, putting Michael on edge, but the worst of it was gone. For now.

Sam took in a hiss of air, "I thought I could save him! Alan...Edgar…"

"Oh yeah? How did that work out?" Michael drawled, pulling back and slowly beginning to untie the knots binding his brother to the chair. His temper boiling beneath the surface. He was jerky, rough as he worked. Occasionally making his brother flinch when he'd yank at one particular strip of sheet or chord a little too hard.

"Not so well, I...I give up." He sighed, "I can't save anyone."

"You don't need to," Michael shrugged. "Looks like it's the other way around to me, right now. I'm either going to have to move in with you and keep a fucking eye on you every waking moment, or you're going to have to make some changes, Sam. Which is it gonna be?"

David scowled, like hell Michael would be moving in with Sam, that wasn't going to happen. Hopefully Sam would make the right choice here and he wouldn't force David's hand.

"Like what kind of changes?" He hissed as Michael gave a particularly vicious tug.

"You do what you promised me, Sam. You go back to school. You stay home with mom. Grow up, for Christ's sake. You're the only one of us who even has that option. Enjoy it, dumbass. I'm not kidding, either. I find out you're not doing exactly what I'm telling you, I'm going to clear out your closet and move in." The way Michael was pressing the issue made David a little irritated.

David did not look happy and Sam was going to capitalize on that it seemed, "Yeah, your boss doesn't look too happy with that idea."

Michael drew back as he pulled away the last binding, scowling, "he's not my boss, you little prick…"

"Then what is he? I mean, yeah, I'm gonna go back to school, I'm gonna stay with mom, but still, I don't think he's gonna let you move into my closet."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Sam...I'm tired of fighting you. I don't want every conversation we have to be an argument, okay? Drop it."

David glared at the blonde, stopping anything else he was going to say, "Yeah, alright, I'm sorry."

"...Alright…" Michael nodded slowly, climbing to his feet. "Tell mom you ran into a door or something. We need to be getting back."

Sam rubbed his wrists slowly, "That asshole tied me really tight. If I see him again…"

"You won't." David growled, "And if you do, no one will ever find your body."

Michael remained silent, giving David a pointed glare.

They lingered behind to watch Sam pull out of the parking lot with a screech. Michael nursed a cigarette, letting a breath of smoke ascend into the air with a relaxed sigh. "Thought I was going to have to get into a fight," he remarked, glancing over at David. Finally seeming to take note that the older vampire wasn't exactly in a very good mood now. "What's with you?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, taking a hard drag off his own cigarette.

"You look pissed."

He took another drag, "You're not leaving." He stated.

Michael quirked an eyebrow, "when did I say I was?" He paused, realization slowly dawning on him. "Dude, I was just making a point. No way in hell I want to live in Sam's closet. Way too cramped in there."

"Making a point or not, you're not leaving. I get you wanna visit, but you're not one of them. It pisses me off." He stated calmly.

Michael rolled his eyes, dropping his cigarette on the pavement and crushing it under his boot, "right. Got it. You're in charge, David." He was almost dismissive in the way he said it.

David growled lowly, "You don't get it, do you?"

"...Get what? We agreed I'd move in. I moved in. I even killed. You got what you wanted, I don't see why you're getting bitchy." He stepped away from the railing to head towards their bikes.

"You're mine." He stated as if that should explain everything, "You need to understand your place in the pack and I'm going to have to show it to you."

That made Michael stop in his tracks. Slowly, he turned around to face David with a confused, somewhat wary expression, "...what?"

"I didn't stutter, did I? Thought I was pretty clear. You. Are. Mine." With that he was on him, kissing him hard and deep, nipping at his lips only to soothe them with his tongue. Michael's eyes snapped open in surprise, an indignant retort frozen in his mouth before he could even get the words out. He drew his hands up to shove David away, but the mingling of his own blood with the blonde's as he instinctively bit down in turn was too much for him. Instead of pushing him away, he gripped at the lapels of David's duster and pulled him closer, groaning into his mouth, fangs in stark evidence as David's tongue brushed against them.

David's fingers threaded into his hair, holding him firmly as he nicked his tongue against his fangs, letting him taste the blood as it flowed past his lips. He pressed his body tight against him, rocking slightly as he nipped and sucked at his lips and tongue.

Michael finally managed to pull away far enough to take in gulps of air he didn't need, "you bastard," he grumbled in David's mind, only to lean back against him and push his Sire back against the wall of the building, just beside the door of the motel room they'd emerged from, pulling him in for another bruising kiss. The combination of the blood and the tight press of their bodies together was making him dizzy.

"Fuck, Michael, going to take you places you've never been." He pulled back from his lips, giving them a soft lick as he rocked their hips together. He needed to take this back inside, a bed would be nice. His hand fumbled for the door knob, pulling it open with a sharp jerk before spinning them inside. The lingering scent of the other vampires added an edge to the whole thing, a slight hint of anger on top of an already fevered temper.

He'd never done shit like this with a guy, and while Michael may have debated with himself if he were in a more sobered state-of-mind, right now things had gone just a little too far for him to listen to those conflicting thoughts, as he kicked off his shoes and gave David a firm shove to push him down onto the bed, the springs and mattress squeaking in protest.

David grinned up at him, kicking his own boots off before sliding off his coat and shirt, "Come on, Michael, get over here." He growled softly, beckoning him close again.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Michael snapped back, yanking his jacket off and proceeding to pull his shirt above his head. Once he'd gotten that out of the way, he crawled down onto the bed and straddled the blonde, glaring down at him with a mixture of arousal and a worked-up temper.

The blonde chuckled softly, "Oh, I'll tell you what to do." He grabbed his hips and flipped him over, pinning him to the bed and kissing him again, hard and deep, "Enjoy yourself." He ordered.

His hands slid down his sides, massaging his skin, leaning down and holding the kiss as he divested him of his pants. Michael growled deep in his throat, biting David's bottom lip sharply enough to draw blood, before quickly lapping it up as he shifted beneath him and reached down to impatiently tug at the blonde's fly.

David was more than happy to help, tugging at both of their pants, working them down until they were both naked, "Fuck." David's mouth watered as he took in the vampire beneath him, "You're fucking perfect." He growled, kissing him again, giving their hips a slow rock together.

Michael squirmed beneath him, raising his hips slightly as David's length slid against his own, reaching up to grip the back of the older vampire's head, licking along his teeth in an effort to devour every last drop of blood that had seeped around the healed cut on his bottom lip, "faster," he complained gruffly as he pulled back, still glaring up at David. Like he wanted to devour the bastard.

He gave a sharp thrust of his hips, "Next time, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget your name." He promised, rocking faster against him, chasing the edge. His fingers gripped at Michael's hips, urging him to rock with him. Michael complied, but it just wasn't enough, and he shifted beneath David, trying to get enough leverage to flip him over and take control.

David growled lowly, if he wanted it, well, David could give it. He shifted his hips, his tip rubbing over his hole as he gave a thrust against it, not slipping inside but rocking over it, putting pressure, enough that he could feel it, a promise to slide inside if he wanted to. The brunette sighed in frustration, letting his head fall back against the pillow, "do it," he urged, though being on this end of the spectrum wasn't exactly how he imagined the night going.

If that was what Michael wanted, David would give it to him. He gave his hips a sharp thrust forward, his tip sliding into him, "Goddammit, shit." He gave another thrust, sliding in deeper sinking into him, one hand sliding down and wrapping around his length, giving it a firm stroke as he pressed in deeper.

"Fuck!" Michael gave a sharp cry, afraid to move, afraid to actually speak.

David panted softly before biting into his tongue and kissing him, letting the wound drip past his lips as he gave his hips another little thrust. Slowly, Michael wrapped his arms around David's back, nursing at the wound in his tongue, focusing on the taste of his sire's blood, which sang more vibrantly than any human's could, tasted so much richer. Half-lidded golden eyes blinked up at him hazily when Michael finally began to relax, his cock twitching in David's hand as he gave a tentative thrust of his own.

The blonde groaned softly, starting to move in earnest. His hand stroking with the same tempo as his hips, his free hand fisting into brunette curls, tugging his head forward so Michael's mouth was pressed against his throat, "Bite." He panted, wanted to feel his teeth in his throat.

Michael's tongue darted out to line the skin where David's pulse would be if he were still alive, before sinking sharp fangs deep into the pale flesh. The moment that first mouthful hit his tongue, he was groaning against David's neck, claws in evidence and embedding themselves into the blonde's back. A low growl escaped David's lips as he moved faster, his hips snapping forward, taking him, claiming him. He was so very close, it wouldn't take much to send him over the edge but he wanted Michael to fall over first. No sooner had he thought this, Michael was tensing beneath him again, biting deeper into his neck as he came. David howled out his release, his hips giving one more solid thrust forward. He panted heavily, laying over him, stroking through his hair, smiling down at him.

"Damn good, Michael."

He pulled back from David's neck, resting his head on the pillow beneath him and groaning, "...shit...this is going to fucking hurt tomorrow, isn't it?"

"Probably, not horribly, you'll be mostly healed." He paused briefly, "It's gonna hurt when I pull out though."

Michael scowled, "could've told me in the first place." He stifled a yawn.

He let out a snort, "You practically demanded I fuck you." He gave him a soft kiss, "Gonna have to head back. Can't stay here for the day."

"Mmh," Michael nodded, "still pissed off at Sam. Think I'm gonna wait a week before I visit and check up on him…" He paused, cracking an eye open and watching David's reaction, "his closet smells like dead animals and mothballs. You honestly think I'd want to live there?"

He shrugged, "Never can tell with you, always have to be clear."

"You're paranoid."

David raised one eyebrow, "you tried to kill me."

"8 years ago. You deserved it. Not sorry," Michael shrugged with a sardonic half-smile.

Sam sighed, stirring another packet of sugar into his coffee. He was tired, was ready for this nightmare to be over. Michael had made a valid point, now he just had to follow through. Liberal Arts. That could be a good starting major. Far away from the morbid fascination with death he'd pretty much been hooked on since high school.

"Would you like a short stack?" The server at the counter smiled at him knowingly, as if she could somehow read his mind. For all she knew, he'd had a bad breakup or gone on a bender and was just now feeling the bad part. "On the house, honey," she added.

He gave her a wry smile, "Sure, thanks, I could use that."

Half past midnight, and he'd have to hit the road soon. Get home. Tell mom he was sorry for being a shit of a son for pretty much the last 8 years in total. Write an apology note to Mike and leave it at that shit-hole he called a home now, because no way in Hell did Sam plan on sticking around to risk his neck talking to the rest of them again. There was a lot to do. He just wished he could see Ed and Alan again, wished everything could go back to normal.

In a manner of speaking, when the door swung open to the diner, and the bell chimed above it, Sam got his wish but he never wanted to see the vampire that was with them. Nor was he too excited when he noted Alan leaning up against the door and quietly turning the lock behind him. Shit. Sam pushed his coffee away and tried to duck below the stool he was perched on to avoid being scene. Because screaming 'EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK OUT NOW, THERE'S A COUPLE OF SHIT-SUCKERS IN THE BUILDING' somehow didn't really seem like the smartest plan.

"Ahh, Samuel." Quinten smiled, the fucker actually smiled at him, "Just the young man I was hoping to see."

Alan set eyes on Sam, and just barely restrained himself from comically slapping his own forehead, giving Sam a very exasperated look. Explaining that them both being here right now at the same time was just an insanely bad coincidence on his part probably wasn't going to do him any good. "Uh...I don't think I'll take those pancakes," he whispered up at the server behind the counter, who was giving him a very concerned frown.

Author's notes:

Ran - Psssst. Kage. I think there's a sequel coming…

Kage - I dunno...you think we can manage it? I suppose we did kind of leave Sam in a bad place…

Ran - Hold on, let me just get the list of methods to torture Sam, and make sure we've got them all...nope, still a few more options here. Yep, gotta do it.