Author's notes: Came close to actively writing out exactly what they were doing, but...god, this was just funnier. Implied naughtiness follows.
They had quite a mess to deal with. That was one nice thing about this vacation, David mused to himself. He didn't have to worry as much about disposing of bodies, as long as no one in the area was aware of him and the boys. Of course, their bikes were a dead give-away, and so was that car Michael and Star had been driving...but the car could be dealt with easily. In fact, that's what Dwayne was doing right now. It would have been a stupid idea to trim down their numbers for the sake of a threat, when all he really had to do was tell Michael a little white lie to get what he wanted.
He looked over at the (finally) initiated new members of their pack, too out of it right now with their first kills and the blood high that came with it to register their surroundings, and chuckled. He'd definitely gotten what he wanted, too. And it was so fun to watch, this almost made up for two years driving around the Southern states, sleeping in motel rooms and condemned buildings, often going without proper hunts in favor of this particular quarry. Almost. He still had a lot of things to do, lessons to teach them so they'd never try to run from their pack again, and a very messy fight over their territory when they returned to Santa Carla. And that reminded him of another thing...Max was gone. So not only would they have to fight other smaller packs similar to their own, but possibly even a new head vampire taking control of the entire city. The month they'd gotten to enjoy life without him before Star and Michael hit the road had been fantastic. They were finally free to live and kill as they wanted, no stupid little assignments or family dinners to remind their 'father' (as Max liked calling himself) of their loyalty. David was only too happy to finally truly be the leader of the Lost Boys, and as Max's eldest childe, inheriting the bastards powers had been another definite perk as well.
He stubbed out the remains of his cigarette, giving it a proper funeral in the dirty ashtray, complete with several dozen others to witness it's passing. "Paul. Marko."
The other two jerked up from picking at the corpses in the bar, pocketing keychains and knives, money and various other trinkets. They exchanged a glance and stood up.
"You sure you don't need any help?" Paul asked hopefully, sneaking a quick look at Star, who was too distracted cleaning Michael's neck and purring against his skin to notice.
"Marko." David repeated Marko's name, and the curly-haired vampire gave him an overly-enthusiastic salute, lashing out to grab Paul's collar and physically drag him out of the bar.
"Oh, come on!" Paul protested, the heels of his boots dragging over the scuffed-up wood floor. "I never get to have any fun!" He shouted that last line before the door slammed behind them, and David was left alone with his fledglings. They had yet to notice him, as focused as they were on each other through their glazed eyes, pressing themselves into a corner near one of the booths, purring at each other like contented house cats. As much as they might protest later, deny, argue, whatever it took to prove that they were still the victims...despite the rather enthusiastic flare they'd shown in their first kills...the sight of them right now was almost heartwarming, in the only way a soulless monster could have his heart warmed, at any rate.
David stood up from his bar stool, calmly stripping off his coat and crossing to one of the few tables left standing after their party. He threw it across the top and walked back to the bar, hefting himself up over the counter top to reach for a few bottles of liquor. Taking one quick swig, he pulled back and started to pour the bottles out, crossing back and forth until the bar was thoroughly coated. As much as he wanted to join in right now on the fun, he'd have to make preparations before he did, so their flight would be quicker. They only had a few hours left until sunrise, and he wanted them to be safely back in that barn by then. The motel was an option, but why pass that up in favor of forcing Star and Michael to learn to sleep properly? It was important to drive home their new natures as quickly as possible, so neither of them got it in their heads to try and flee, play the victims again. That game was over now.
He grabbed a few more bottles, though he saved a few top shelf bourbons near his coat for later. Then he finished pouring as much of the rest as he could, walking behind the bar, out to the booths, tossing great splashes on the walls until it wreaked of whiskey and vodka. Thoroughly satisfied that all he'd need to do now was strike a few matches, David slipped off his boots and set them beside his coat, then he proceeded to remove his shirt as well. By now, Michael and Star were pretty much past cleaning, and had let certain other instincts take over. David shook his head, chuckling at how funny their reactions would be later when they realized exactly what they'd done.
"Michael. Star." David turned back to the pair, who slowly pulled away from each other to look over at him, sluggish and confused, but very much willing to listen to whatever their master had to say.
"What do you think they're doing in there?" Paul asked, stretching his arms above his head as he leaned against the wall and slowly slid down until he was sitting right in front of the bar door. Marko had already turned off the 'open' sign, but they kept guard just in case. David probably wouldn't be too happy if a few humans came in search of a few rounds and caught him with his pants down. Not that they couldn't be dealt with, but it would definitely kill the mood.
"Really, Paulie?" Marko snickered. "I think they're playing Candyland. That's what I think they're doing in there."
Paul turned his head until his ear was pressed against the door, and his eyes glittered cheerfully. "Sounds like Michael's a sore loser. Or he's gonna be a sore something, at least..." Images unfit for anything but the hardest core of porn danced in his mind.
Marko looked down at his nails, scratching at a bit of caked blood that had collected near the cuticles, "always knew he was a screamer."
"So, who's riding with who tonight, ya think?" Paul wondered, cracking a grin. Maybe Star would ride with him. With that little skirt riding up behind him...oh, he'd have a lot of fun...speaking of which, he really really wanted to see what was going on in there. Because now, Michael definitely wasn't the only one singing opera.
"I dunno. But pretty sure you're not in the running, Paulie." Marko shook his head, letting his hands fall back into his lap.
Paul was about to say something when he felt the door against his back being pressed open, and a somewhat ruffled David poked his head through to look down at both of them, "Star needs a new skirt. That one's not going to work anymore. We'll just use the scraps to clean the bikes." He paused. "Actually...get her some jeans. Tight ones. And a decent jacket."
"What?!" Paul pouted. "But...I worked so hard on that outfit! I put my heart and soul into it, Davey!"
David rolled his eyes. "Marko, you get the clothes. Paul, you stay out here and keep watch on the door." With that, the door was slammed shut. And not long after, the musical performance began again.
"Damn. Now I'm feeling left out," Marko laughed, standing up. "Have fun, Paulie. Keep your pants clean, huh?"
Paul winked at him, "you can help me right now if you're that worried about it..."
"...Asshole, after what you did last time? No thanks," Marko shook his head, skipping off across the parking lot to explore the local shops. They were all closed by now, so he'd have to break a window or two, but at least he'd get to have a bit of his own fun in the process if he did find anyone working late. Still, he'd be glad when they were finally back home in Santa Carla, and this was all over. It was going to be one wild ride back...
Author's notes: Well, this is the final part of this story. If you'd like me to continue with a sequel, I'd be more than happy to. Otherwise I'm also happy just leaving it here with David's happy ending (if you know what I mean. Wink wink, nudge nudge.) So let me know, guys. Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)