The Lost Boys

It's been a few days since Scott had arrived and Sam had wanted to go to the boardwalk, Scott had taken him to keep an eye on Sam who still needed to learn to control his change if angered so that he doesn't change in public, at least in Santa Carla. Now I was awake and the sun's going down and Scott hasn't made it back with Sam yet, meaning I have to head out, cause Scott runs into The Boys, he might end up getting hurt or worse, getting Sam hurt.

I sped my way to the Boardwalk, it was full dark by the time I arrived and pulled my bike up onto the walk, it didn't take long to spot their Bikes near the rails overlooking the beach . I parked mines next to theirs and looked around, not seeing any of them. Great, well likely they hadn't ran into Scott, so I get off my bike and head into the crowed hoping to spot Sam.

After a few minutes I caught sight of Sam, he looked fine thankfully and Scott was with him ordering something at one of the stands. Sam looked a bit nervous and kept glancing around and when he saw me, he started shouting my name.

" Hey Micheal, we were about to head back to your grandpas', just buying a snack." Scott shoves his "snack" of what looked like a hot dog covered with every condiment you could imagine into his mouth.

" Yea, but hey you're here, I can stick around." Sam no longer looked nervous and was also stuffing his face with a hot dog.

" Woe, a minuet ago you couldn't wait to leave." Scott sounded a little hurt.

" It's not you, it's them." Sam points out towards the crowd and a glance in that direction showed me what had Sam on edge, David was standing off in the crowed, the look on his face was this sinister cold stare, I blinked and he was no longer there. " See, he started following us right before you showed up.

" I could have handled him, no worries, sides we're in a crowd, psychopaths don't do anything in a crowd." Scott was pretty confident and didn't know who that "psychopath" was.

" I'd not blow him off so easily, that will just piss him off and then he will do something." When I said this Scott stops chewing on his hot dog. " That was David and he's curious about you since you are walking around with my brother. " I could feel it along what ever connection I have to them. They must have saw Sam and noticed he was with Scott and started following them.

" I'm sure your big bad and all, but no offense, I'll stick with Mike being the one able to handle him." Sam says in between bites. " Oh, thanks for the garbage dog."

" Hey, I can handle that guy, I'm not going to let nothing happen to you." Scott was joking around now flexing, but also Sam had just kinda shot his pride, so he's trying to assure Sam they would be perfectly fine walking the boardwalk with him. " Don't worry, I can take anyone here on." Scott laughs.

" Is that so? Care to put that to the test?" David had popped out of nowhere and walked from around behind Scott, but he wasn't alone this time. Dwayne, Marko and Paul had followed right behind him.

" This is my pack." I say before Scott could open his mouth, soon as I said this he shut his mouth and looked a bit wide eyed. " David, Dwayne, Paul, Marko." I pointed to each one.

" Thought so." David smirks at Scott and walks around behind me. " So you think you can handle me Micheal?" David says leaning in, showering ym ear with his cool breath.

" Fuck off." I throw my middle finger up in his direction to accompany my words. This gets a chuckle out of them.

" Come on Micheal, your little brother seems to be in good company, let us go play a while, what you say?" David lightly shakes my shoulder. He's still close to my ear and I swear I hear him make this strange low growl in his throat, but it wasn't a threat. I look at him a little confused.

" Buy me a garbage dog Mike, I'll be fine with Scott as long as uh, your friends stay with you." Sam looks from me to David hanging on my shoulder.

**** That Was?****

SAM POV

I glance in the direction Mike went with the blood suckers and look at Scott. He was cool, but more like me in that he didn't have much muscle, if any. I imagine Scott fighting Mike, both as humans, this made me wince cause Mike has beat up guys pretty bad for bullying em and they were athletic like Mike. Scott wouldn't stand a chance, but as a werewolf, how much different is his strength to Mikes? Could he really protect me from things like David? I didn't want to test this theory since I'm no better off fighting Mike than I was as a human... Yea Scott would get creamed for sure and it wasn't that I thought Mike could beat them up, I'm not crazy, but Mike's one of them and part of their pack, he would have a lot better chance of having them leave me alone then Scott. Yea they'd probably eat Scott if tried to tell them to leave us alone.

" So what was that about?" Scott asks me between his sips of coke.

" That's David, take away the fact he's Satan and eats souls, he's just an ass hole. " I take a bite of my garbage dog, Mike caved and bought it, but he always caves sooner or latter when I ask for something and he can get it.

" Why does he hang with them? He looks like he can't stand them." Scott didn't understand it, I didn't much more than he. " That guy looks like he gets off on pushing him around."

I shrug. " I think Mike likes them, just not the whole ." I drop my voice, I knew Scott could hear with those wolf ears of his." Mass murdering people for their blood."

" Mass murder? They kill people?" Scott whispers in surprise." But Mike said he drinks animal blood your grandpa gets..."

" Mike's still partially human, once he's fully like them, he'll kill. He hasn't made his first kill yet and I don't think Mike's going to last much longer." I didn't like thinking of it, I knew Mike was pretty bad off and always hurting inside, he hides it but I can see the fighting what he is is wearing him down. Sometimes I want to just tell him do it just so he wouldn't be feeling bad any more. He's pretty much one of them already, so wouldn't change much other than he would eat people not Bambi, just something I'd have to not think about.

" What you mean?" Scott watched me with uncertainty.

" Mike's going to eventually kill, it's what they do. They'll probably try to get him to tonight, cause David saying lets play, I bet doesn't mean going and building castles in the sand." I answer him, nothing of my worry in it, I've gotten used to the idea of what he is.

" It doesn't bother you?" Scott was a little nosy, but I guess I'd be too.

I shrug. " It does a little, but I gotten used to it, he's still the same like I said, just a little more attitude than he used to have, especially when being woke up." It bothered me some, more for what Mikes going through, I hope that fully turning ends it for him. I'd miss having Mike around, but I'd rather him not feel so bad, he hides it, but I can see he doesn't feel good and the animal blood isn't helping much if any. " I try not to think of what he's doing or gonna do."

**** Slaughter, Party of 5 ****

Mike POV

They are calling me, beckoning me to join them in their killing, I sit, my back to them, not wanting part of the slaughter. It was like relieving that night the first time, but now it don't effect me as much as I sit back to them.

Suddenly I'm splatter, blood streaks over my face and clothes.

" Join us, Miccchheeall." I think it's Paul, hard to tell from the inhuman rasp of a voice, something demonic and evil. There was a laugh followed as i tried not to breath in as much as possible, but this isn't easy when you have to breath.

I feel the pressure of someone against me to my right and then a bloody clawed hand snacks around and drags across my face smearing blood over my mouth. They're playing around with me and the blood that gets in my mouth from that single hand motion is making it so much harder to resist the urge to sate this unholy hunger.

I open my eyes hearing whispers and look back at them, their inhuman forms soaked in the blood of their victims. David leans down head cocked, grinning. He looked like a sadistic psychopath that just murdered a family. That clawed hand reached out to again smear blood over my face, I only glare, I'm not sure if at him or more for myself that I'm getting used to their antics and depraved acts.

" We saved you some, how much longer can you hold out?" David seemed to asking more himself than me. " Your body is rejecting the animal blood now, you know and starving yourself, you know what will make all the pain go away and the hunger. Your one of us, we're not going to let you starve yourself."

I remained silent, I didn't want to say anything, mostly because David's right and at this rate I don't know what's going to happen, I just don't want to give up, I don't want to kill. I heave out a puff of air and lean back, planning to lean on my elbows in the sand, instead I end up laying against David who decided to crouch behind me. This was awkward and I was very comfortable with it, not for it so much being David, but the fact David was stroking the top of my head.

" It isn't all that bad." David says, but I can hardly believe an eternity trapped as an inhuman creature killing every night isn't all that bad. " Not every night." David chuckles behind me.

Without warning David bites by throat, it feels kinda erotic, which is not something I'd want to feel from another guy and then pain. I starts fighting him off, he's grinding his fangs into my throat and it's excruciating. I try to scream as I struggle in his grasp, but it comes out hoarse. It's over quickly and David removes his fangs, I fall onto the sand and push across it, one hand grabbing the throbbing spot on my throat where he had bit, no tore at the flesh leaving ragged gouges in my throat.

My eyes go wide, I didn't need to be a doctor to tell what he did, he had torn threw the vein in my neck and blood was shooting from the jagged wound and no amount of pressure was stopping it. Davids face was human again, but smeared thickly with my blood, he was watching me intently.

A body was dropped in front of me, no the guy was alive, barely. I had a realization: I don't want to die and I would if I didn't get help and out here there are no doctors. I look at the man at my feet, maybe this really isn't all that bad? A glance at David and the rest showed they where all watching me and waiting, Marko though grins and mouths Davids earlier words: it's not all that bad.