Thou shall not kill - chapter three
For disclaimer see chapter one
The End is just the Beginning - Part Two
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In each others arms
they woke up
that day
Their love would
make the darkness
shine with a
million stars...
even if the night claims them
what couldn't be fought
... not forever ...
bonded to each other
by true love and destiny
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Upstairs Mike's bath corner
He found them. Crying, holding each other in the arms. Mike seemed to be rather desperate, so was Star. That told him the expression on their faces.
"What happened?" Sam asked them. But they were in shock. So, Sam got no answer.
There was absolutely no reaction to his question.
"We're lost, Sam", Mike thought, but was unable to speak it out aloud. There seemed to be nothing that could save them, now. Everything they had done was in vain. They had given their best, but it seemed not to work after all. But why did it last night? Last night he had felt relieved and happy. Now he knew better. Had it been just an illusion? There were lots of questions but no answers.
Sam repeated his question, but still he got no answer. Then the mirror got into Sam's view.
"Oh NO! Not again! Mike that can't be!!" he shouted frantically.
What Sam saw, was that Mike and Star still had almost no reflection. "They are still half vampires", Sam thought, "But that cannot be, Max had been killed. The head vampire is dead." Now he knew why Michael and Star look that shocked. They must have thought they were free from it.
"Mike what have you done?" Sam inquired, looking accusingly at his brother.
"Nothing Sam." he answered.
"Nothing," Sam replied, pointing to the mirror. "This is not nothing. Did you lie to me?" Sam's voice trembled. "Michael, you didn't kill anybody?"
"No…" he whispered.
"But this…" Sam muttered then nearly shouted. "You should be free. Max is dead!"
"Yeah, I know that Sam. But look at us. We're not free. Will we ever be?" Michael whispered with a husky voice. "It is more likely the sun turns green tomorrow..."
"But Max is dead, we killed the head vampire…" Sam stuttered.
"Max…" Michael repeated slowly; he shook his head. No, it couldn't be Max. He and Star were half-vampires and not fully turned. The sun didn't burn them.
"What about Laddie, Sam? Is he okay?" Star wanted to know from Sam.
"He is okay. He got breakfast with us. His parents come tomorrow and take him home." Sam told her. But then he remembered that Laddie was worried about Star's and Michael's behaviour this morning.
"But he is worried about you two. I wanted to tell him everything is OK. But I cannot do that any more, can I?" he continued.
"We didn't intend this... well nobody did..." Star murmured to herself
"We have to tell mom" Sam said.
"I know. But I am not longing for it," Mike responded. He knew well that they have to tell her. "How will she react? What will it do to her?" They went downstairs where Lucy and Grandpa were, still working.
The Frog brothers have been gone home. They said, they need to make sure their father doesn't worry about them more than he need to.
In the kitchen - evening almost night
When Lucy, Laddie and Grandpa saw them they knew something bad had happened. Michael, Lucy thought, something is still not right with him. He looks kind of worried about something, so did Star. He was still holding Star's hand. Like they needed to touch each other to keep themselves steady.
"Michael, what's wrong?" she wanted to know.
"I am sorry, mom," he began his voice unsteady, shaking. "But me and Star are still not okay, yet. I didn't know why. I 'm so ssorry. Please mom, can you forgive me?" he sounded guilty.
"What want you to tell me with that?" Lucy's voice was shaken with fear. "Are you still a…" she couldn't bring herself speak out that word.
"Yes," he whispered and put Star closer to him, "I don't know how to go on…"
"Sam please tell me that isn't true!" she cried out, "Is it?"
"I am sorry mom, but it is. I saw it, they still have almost no reflection," Sam said bitterly. "Our fight, all our doing last night, in vain." Sam felt sorry for his mom, more than for every one of them.
Well, it was hard for Mike, but he had lived with it before. And Sam was sure he would survive it, in any way possible. "I only hope, that he will be able to keep his temper," he murmured hopefully, but wasn't sure at all.
"What can we do?" Sam asked again. "Nothing Sam, only hope." Grandpa said. "Hope that they are strong enough."
Thank you for reading.
Miarath