Thou should not kill -- chapter seven
For disclaimer see chapter one.
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Lost and Found
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Found
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"Have you missed me?" David greeted them with a wide smile and open arms, like he wanted to give them a bear hug.
"No, yes." Both stuttered, completely flabbergasted by this sight, but followed him inside, where he had already arranged some candles, bathing the whole cave in a soft light -- and there was another bottle on the table in the middle. It looked just like that bottle, David had offered to Michael during their first meeting here.
So, was it what it looked like? Was that a bottle of David's blood all over again? Well, Michael couldn't help but his eyes were drawn to it, being unaware that his vampire-side was very aware of its smell; it found it delicious.
"What's this?" He asked.
"This?" David took the bottle, taking a sip out of it and smiled. "Oh, I believe you know what it is, do you not Michael?"
"Blood."
"Yeah, guessing right." David answered; grinning widely then offered them the bottle. "Want a sip?"
Again, both Michael and Star just stared at him widened, at him and the bottle; they were feeling torn inside. Their darker part, the vampire, wanted nothing more than take a sip but the human part was disgusted by the very idea and a little afraid.
"I take it's a yes, right?" He chuckled in return. "Tk-tk, is this a way to welcome me home?" He proceeded, coming closer until it was under their very noses. This was so fun, watching their expressions turn from disgust to desire in the matter of seconds.
"Drink, my children." He whispered, repeating it like a chant.
Silence, then slow hesitating nodding from first Michael and then Star, which showed clearly their mixed confused feelings. Right now, they did not know where they did belong to, because they were both vampire and human and on the same time neither, but in the end they gave in and took the bottle from David.
"Ah, that's much better." David said, beaming happily at his two remaining children.
"So, you're alive?" Michael finally asked, while still looking incredible dazed at having to face the reality that David was alive -- and from the rush of his blood. How could he have ever confused this for wine? He gave the bottle back to him, not wanting to be tempted longer than necessary.
"Yeah, did you really think a pair of antlers could kill dear old me?" David grinned at seeing their confused faces. "Antlers aren't wood, Michael -- but they surely do hurt as hell."
He hit him with his fist, sending Michael flying to the wall behind him.
"Don't ever try again to repeat that!" He growled. "Or, this will be only the beginning." True, it was a thread but it was also clear that David wanted to keep both Star and Michael, since that debacle had been mostly Max' fault. Max had ignored the many warnings and hadn't given a damn on informing him. "Max," David growled again. "He didn't give a damn about us."
"Then why did he want my Mom?" Michael muttered, scratching his cheek, where David had hit him. "He said his boys, that surely meant you guys, needed a mother."
"I don't know, I don't know." David replied thoughtfully. "Maybe he wanted to have more time for himself, whatever."
"You're staying, right?"
"Yes, of course," David said sounding strangely light-hearted and amused. "I can't leave you two alone like this, now can I?" He pulled them into a hug, like he wanted to do this from the beginning, since he had met them again. Giving both of them an adoring look, his angel and star, he mused.
"Are you …" Star stammered, not sure how to phrase her question because she feared David's answer to it. Yet, she felt strangely comfortable where she was.
"… going to make us feed?" Michael finished the sentence for her. He too, felt more at peace with it, ever since he had accepted that there would be no return, no changing back -- ever. Other than that he had always wanted to belong -- and hadn't David all but said that they were his?
"No." David shook his head, making them both jerk around, staring at him in utter confusion.
"You're not going to force us to feed?" Michael asked with wide eyes, surprised at this turn of events.
"No, I don't have to." David agreed with a grin. "Time will do that for me."
"Oh, maybe you're right."
"Sure, I am." He nodded and sat back further, seemingly completely relaxed. "Besides it's so much more fun this way."
"It's almost sunrise." Michael muttered and yawned tiredly.
"Then you should go to sleep." David chuckled then frowned again. "What about these Frogs, your brother's friends, do they know about both your condition?" He had stressed the word friends, seemingly seeing them not exactly as friends, which was of course right.
Friends didn't seek to kill you, did they?
"Um, no, I don't think so." Michael replied slowly. "Sam didn't talk about them much and I doubt they'd stay away if they knew."
"They would try to kill you."
"Yes, us both." Michael pulled Star closer to him, as if making sure she was still there.
"My brother…"
"Your brother is afraid of you right now, Michael - and given time he will be just fine."
"You believe that? Really?"
"Yeah, really." He tousled Michael's curly hair, nodding towards Star. "And don't you dare thinking of leaving me, you two. You're mine and that's not going to change."
"Yours?" Star replied, looking at the platinum blonde vampire in mix of hesitating joy and surprise. It had sounded so warm -- and caring.
"Yeah, mine." David snorted. "Did you really think I wanted to give either of you to dear old Max?"
"No, I guess not." She smiled uneasily. "You haven't been all that fond of him, have you?"
"No, the hell I was." He answered and pulled them both into a hug. "Dear old Max wasn't exactly a good daddy."
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Lost?
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Michael watched his brother working on their grandfathers, which itself did amaze him. He had never thought that he would let anyone else touch his car, but here he was -- and if he was right Grandpa was just in the kitchen, getting himself another bottle of root beer.
So, yeah, they were alone right now. What better chance could there be than now, for talking that was.
"Sam?" He asked finally.
"Yeah," his younger brother answered, sounding tired because he'd a long day of work behind him.
"How are things?" Michael added, not knowing how to start. "Mom?"
"Oh, she's all right, I think. Took it pretty well, too." Sam smirked then frowned, giving his older brother a closer look. "Everything all right with you guys?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Um, I don't know. Just a hunch."
"Well, nothing changed." He answered -- well, that was only half the truth. David's back, that's changed, but he couldn't say this to his little brother; he wouldn't understand.
"What about … the Frog's?"
"Oh, them? Haven't heard of them since that night." Sam frowned then shrugged. "They should've stayed, helping us to clean up that mess."
"Yeah, maybe.
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Thanks for reading.
Oh, and sorry for the long wait.
Miarath