The Visitor

" Mike!" Sam is jumping on my bed... I'm under the bed asleep and the sun is very much up.

" Stop that Sam!" I yelled from underneath. Sam wasn't happy but accepted my change, mom actually did as well, though I think she likes to pretend everything is normal.

Grandpa got a lot from mom, mom was a bit pissed that he knew about what was going on and said nothing, to this grandpa stated without knowing who the head vampire was he couldn't do anything and that as long as it only me that was their target it wasn't worth risking the lives of everyone else. Just seemed like Grandpa was still hiding something.

" Blood sucker has attitude." Sam bounces off the bed. " You crawling out of your cloth crypt?" Sam was grinning widely at me, I flipped him off as I crawled out.

" What's so important you have to attempt homicide?" I dust myself off, sleeping under the bed wasn't personal choice, I am far more sensitive to the sun and sun burn in minutes of exposure and it wasn't the only problem. I had to run a bath and wait till the waters off, getting in a bath tub with running water is like getting hit by hot grease, doesn't just burn, it blisters now. My reflection is non existence now.

Sam tried to "invite" me in, but no use, I wasn't a full vampire, so it didn't have the effect of rendering anything useless against me. Apparently though I can invite a vampire in and it render any in the house defenseless against it since I'm still partly human and a member of the household.

" Grandpa has a visitor... You know, grandpa who never has a visitor and hates company, grandpa who goes out to see a widow we have never met and probably doesn't exists. Grandpa who.." Sam stops with his monotone list as my hand slaps over his mouth.

" I get it..." I say groggily, waking in the day isn't fun.

" So bottled goat tonight?" Sam asks, his face scrunched up.

" Whatever poor woodland creature grandpa killed, probably bottled Bambis' mom." I snort and slip my sun glasses on, the light was hurting my eyes, Sam had thought it fun to pop the blinds open and make me as uncomfortable as possible.

" You know, I'm not sure which is more gross, eggs or Bambis' blood. It's a very close tie, you know, cause you know what? You drink really gross things, I saw something on T.V. at this kids house where blood is put in pudding, I suggested mom start like looking for things like that, that you'd probably like them." Sam kept rambling on as we walked down the steps.

Sam had gotten a little more used to what I am when grandpa said I'd be able to survive on animal blood, but it had to be fresh or from an animal and grandpa decided to bottle this blood for me since he liked to hunt... A LOT.

" Hello Micheal, I see Sam got you up. This here is a good friend, well son of an old friend, he and Lucy used to be friends as kids, too bad things didn't go the way they should have." Grandpas words sounded a bit ominous. " Howard, these are my two grandsons, Micheal and Samuel." Grandpa pointed to us as he said our names. " Micheal recently got into a mix with The Boys on the boardwalk." His voice strained on "The Boys".

I watched as Howards' eyes suddenly trail from my face to look just to the side, were the ear ring hung. The man frowns and has a look of sympathy on his face. " Sorry to hear, I hope it's not to do with that matter with my father?"

" You dated my mom?" Sam blurted out and then glanced at me. " Wait! What matter? Whatcha talking about?"

Something was off about the guy, but not sure what. At least he was here during the day, but he had just as much cheesiness as Max... Yea this guy was kinda a bit of a dork. had a plaid shirt and dress pants, no suit, the guy liked the casual look. His face was a nice guy face. Max had a nice guy face, but this guy didn't come off as fake to me, not like Max.

Max was fake, it was like he oozed it, Like it was all an act, which ti turned out it was. This man was different, he didn't come off as fake, but there was still something about him. His scent didn't smell right to me, something else I've noticed is that my sense of smell is much better than it normally would be.

" Not exactly, I was her friend, we never dated. Though I did ask her out a few times, she always turned me down, not wanting to ruin our friendship. Oh don't worry about that, Your grandfather and my father used to go on hunting trips together that was before we found out a few things, nothing important at the moment." Howard was diffidently hiding something and it seems grandpa was in on it, but what would it have to do with me?

" Uh, hu." I was skeptical, but I knew no answers would come from grandpa, not just yet anyway. He was a clam, a bat shit crazy clam, but a clam. Talk tittle, reveals even less, even if it meant I'd get turned into a blood sucker.

**** Old friends ****

I felt better as the sun set, Howard gave me these glances every now and then, like he knew something. Did he know?

Sam copes with things in his own way. My changing into a vampire, he has coped threw making humor of it, which was already bad enough before. I know he's hurt though that I'm not quite the same, but also relieved that grandpa had offered a solution to my current state, the only thing that will keep me from fully turning due to hunger.

" Here's your Bambi." Sam says, offering me a sports bottle, after filling it from a milk carton that has Do Not Touch on it.

I take the bottle and give him a look, It didn't taste good, but it dulled the hunger to a bearable level. I downed the stuff just imagining it was an egg protein concoction my coach would have me downing to keep fit for the game.

" I'm back, I was able to get a job, just it's not in Santa Carla." Mom says as she comes into the kitchen and stops dead in her tracks on seeing Howard. " I've not seen you in ages! That really you Harold?" Mom almost squeals and drops her bags, to give Howard a hug who's mom calls Harold.

Harold Howard, Howard Harold? Who names their kid like that? The name was fitting and now mom was sitting across from him, next to grandpa trying to catch up on old times. Apparently mom had not seen him since high school, when she had decided to move to Phoenix to attend collage. We have cousins in Phoenix, so she stayed with them during that time, up until she met our father.

Thinking on it, grandpa mentioned something about it didn't turn out how it should have? Grandpa wanted mom to marry this man? Well seemed he was single now and had a kid, one a few years older than me, but he's in collage. It was good to see mom in a good mood since everything happened.

**** Secrets, Secrets****

Sam was up to something, last night he snuck out of his room, but came back up after grandpa caught him trying to spy on him and Howard. Sam was able to catch part of the conversation before they noticed him.

It's almost dawn, I just returned from being on the Boardwalk. As much as I'm angry and want nothing to do with David and The Lost Boys, I'm compelled to join him. David hasn't said what's happened to Star and Laddie, refusing to answer, but they're not with him currently that much was certain. David hasn't tried forcing me to stay with them, but I can almost sense that he wants me to. If I didn't join them every night I'm sure they would come to collect me, the whole gang is like that, they seem to think I belong with them once the sun is set.

" Grandpa was talking about us, said you didn't have it, or they couldn't have turned you. Have what? Mike? What could grandpa be talking about?" Sam curled up on my bed in worry. " Maybe grandpa really is an alien and Howard's like some alien come to, to."

" You're over thinking things Sam. grandpa's just a little nuts, you know like how your a little nuts?" I smirked at him.

" Ha, ha. This is serious Mike, they're down there talking about us and saying weird stuff. What ever it is, if you "had it" You wouldn't have been able to be turned by the blood suckers." This small bit of conversation was really worrying Sam.

" He's a kook Sam, but our grandpa, he's not going to do anything to you, he didn't do anything to me and he aid he used to hunt vampires, how he knows." I say trying to calm Sams' nerves,but after all that happened with me, I don't lam him for jumping at every little unexplained thing.

" That might be it!" Sam has this crazed look like he just thought of some crazy scheme. " Maybe David turned you out of revenge? Didn't Howard say something about he hoped it wasn't because of his father? Maybe grandpa had saved Howards' dad and David decided to turn you for grandpa having fought him off?"

" I don't think so, sounds a bit strange reason, but then he tried to turn your friend as a punishment, but only the one." I thought of that, could that be possible? Maybe punish both Sam and my grandpa at the same time?

" Probably is, wait, that means we're a family of vampire hunters.. except with you know, you being you." Sam shut his mouth and looked a little sheepish.

" Mom's not, I don't think grandma was, mom didn't even know about vampires being real. So why did he stop hunting and what is going on?" It was more a question that I wasn't expecting an answer, then it occurred to me. " I'll have to ask David.." David may or may not, depending on the suckers moods, but he likely would say I was made out of revenge if I was. My short time with The boys, I've learned that they all don't like being attributed to doing things they didn't do and like to gloat on things they did do.

" Uhg." Sam didn't like thinking of David, but gave no more than that as sign of his dislike of him.