Thou shall not kill - chapter eight
For disclaimer see chapter one.
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In between the Lines
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"Had it only been four days?" Sam wondered, looking at the house and blinked. There wasn't much reminding of that chaos, dying vampires had left behind. No, everything was clean and looked fine to the unknowing watcher, but not to Sam. Some things were different, for example the missing radio and the fireplace looked slightly darker than before it had become Max's last resting place.
Well, some of the things were, new like there were more of those, those stuffed animals around than before. At this thought he frowned, then shook his head, wondering where they had all come from. It wasn't like there was a forest here in Santa Carla, was there?
"Grandpa?" Sam asked, hesitatingly entering his grandpa's workroom, not knowing how he should word this.
"Yes?"
"Where did you get all these, these things?" He motioned to all the unfinished stuffed animals around them. It still freaked him somewhat, but that was now a minor scare after all what happened -- with those vampires in their house.
"There's lot of deer around here." Grandpa answered gruntingly. "There's a whole wilderness just beyond the city's borders."
"But a bear?" Sam asked raising his brows, showing that he could hardly believe this newest project Grandpa was working on.
"I said it was a wilderness, didn't I, Samuel Emerson?"
"Uh, um, sure, you said that."
"Sam?" He heard his mother call from him from the kitchen.
"Yes, Mom, I'm coming!" He yelled back and ran back to the main room, but he hated it, because it gave him too much time to think. Well, thinking was bad, very bad, because if he started he couldn't stop but brood for hours and hours, but brooding wasn't what a teenage guy was supposed to do, was it?
No, he couldn't help it, but things were difficult to say the least. He didn't want to lie; he hated it, but there was not other option, was there? He could hardly betray his brother like that, could he? No, so telling the Frogs about the truth of Michael and Star's current state was not an option.
Yet, he couldn't help but feel crept out by it, being afraid of his own brother, of what he might do if he were to lose control one day.
Sam felt torn, torn between all sides, but right now he was concerned about Mom. Max's video shop had been closed since two days and she was without a job again and knowing his Mom she would probably blame it on herself.
"Mom?" he asked, "everything okay?"
"Yes, of course it is." She smiled at him, but he could see that it was a forced smile.
"I'm sorry Mom." Sam muttered. "I'm sorry that things went down like that."
"Things," Lucy whispered then swallowed. "I still can hardly believe that, that I went out with a vampire, and now my oldest one is one too."
"Half-vampire, Mom," Sam reminded her. "He's only half."
"Yes," she agreed with tear shining eyes, "but how long? How long Sam?"
"Mom…"
She sat down and motioned for him to do so too. "I'm not that blind Sam. I've seen that hungry look in his eyes. How long do you think he can resist?"
"How long?" Sam swallowed uneasily. "I don't know. I don't know Mom, but we can only hope for the best -- and pray for him."
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Another day at the beach
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It looked like nothing happened, the same boardwalk, the same beach, short um Santa Carla looked like always. Sam thought while looking at the waves breaking at the shore in front of him. Well, it was day, and he had returned to trying to try some surfing again, needing some time off, away from all the horrors, which were waiting in Santa Carla's warm nights.
It was like before, but he wasn't really into it, course it felt strange doing this alone. He suddenly shivered besides the heat. "Mike," he thought, they were never going for a swim again -- at least not during the day.
"How could you be so stupid?" he asked himself, but couldn't muster the strength to be really mad his older brother. Who could've known that vampires were actually real and not just something only happening in horror movies? Yeah, whatever, it didn't help to deal with the real thing any way.
"You're Samuel Emerson?" Paedrig Frog asked. "I'm Paedrig Frog."
"Um, yeah, that's me, but please call me Sam." He answered then frowned at the old man in front of him. "Frog you said, that means …"
"Yes, I'm Edgar and Allen's father."
Sam stared at the older man for a moment then swallowed. "Why are you here?" Sam asked, looking sceptically at this man, who claimed to be the Frog boys' father.
"I'm here for the truth, Samuel Emerson."
"The truth?" Sam raised a brow. What was he up to?
"I know you're hiding things from my boys, Sam." He continued then swallowed, nodding to himself. "Not that I can't understand that, concerning your situation, but I need to know the truth."
"The truth about what?" Sam replied, feeling more at unease with every minute he was in the company with the older man.
"About your brother of course." Paedrig chuckled, seeing the blonde boys unease at his questions. "He's still a half-vampire, am I right?"
"Wha… n-no, he's not." Sam stuttered and swallowed. "How?" He asked finally, seeing that the older man wasn't going to believe him.
Paedrig Frog just chuckled, seeing the confused look on the blonde boy. "It's simple, I put two and two together and got five."
"But we didn't say anything." Sam muttered.
"Exactly my boy, exactly." Then he shrugged. "Oh, don't worry I won't harm your brother -- that is if he's behaving himself."
"You … you don't want to kill him?"
"No," Paedrig answered, "no, not yet. There's no reason for that. He isn't preying on human blood, is he?"
"No, of course not!" Sam said quickly. "He wouldn't be an half-vamp then, would he?"
"Of course, you're right boy." He nodded and walked away, leaving Sam behind to stare at his back, wondering what he was up to.
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Just another night at the boardwalk
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"It's almost full moon, isn't it?" Star whispered into his ear, sitting behind him on colourful carrousel. It was the same one the boys used to visit from time to time, but other than the boys Star and Michael were left alone tonight. No guard came to send them away, so they could enjoy their ride and the unusual quietness of this particular night at the boardwalk.
"Hmm," Michael said, gazing at the sky and nodded. "Yeah, it is. Looks rather romantic, does it not?"
"Hmm, yes." She nodded pulling him around only to silence him with her lips. "Hmmm, yes, definitely." Star murmured breathlessly.
Michael broke their kiss several moments later, because he thought he had heard something. "What was that?" he murmured. "There are no wolves around here, are there?"
"Homo Lupus, my child." David whispered, having moved behind them and was now riding along with them.
"What?" Michael asked, jerking around to face David.
"Le garou, Michael," David purred then shrugged seeing that they didn't understand what he meant. "Or in other words, there werewolves."
"Werewolves, David?" Star gasped. "I thought they were all gone."
"They were, children, they were," David said thoughtfully. "But with Max gone, they …"
"They don't have to fear the evil master vampire, right?" Michael nodded, understanding what David tried to explain.
"Yes, I guess that would be right." He said and pulled them closer to him, hugging them.
"Why are you here then?" Star asked, with a hint of fear in her voice. "They're not that many, are they?"
"Why, can't I be worried about me only remaining children?" The platinum blonde vampire purred into his ear but shook his head. "No, Star, they're not that many -- yet."
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Thanks for reading.
Miarath