Author's note: What on earth could this mean? Probably something bad. Let's just assume it's something bad.
"Perfect. Really. Just how I wanted to spend my night. Digging in a fucking muddy ditch, looking for corpses," Michael griped, not for the first time, as rain poured into the widening hole he and Marko had made.
For all his incessant bitching, Michael was finally treated to a mudball slung directly into his open mouth.
"AUGH! MARKO, YOU ASSHOLE!" Michael shouted, spitting out bits of wet dirt...and a very distressed earthworm. The poor thing had no idea how close it had just come to being digested by a vampire.
"My bad," Marko snickered, unapologetic. Before Michael could leap at him and tear a chunk out of the smaller vampire's shoulder, David descended quickly into the hole with them and dug his claws into two tightly-wrapped garbage bags, which he triumphantly dug out of the mud and water as if he'd been the one doing all the work.
"Bingo!" David shouted, shaking the bags in the air and tossing them onto the grass nearby.
"Didn't get much of a funeral, did they?" Marko observed, taking one of the bags and gently ripping the top open. Inside he saw bits of charred bone and dust. It reeked of Paul.
"What do you think they did with Max?" Michael asked, grabbing the other bag and opening it as well. It was Dwayne. Even if Michael had only been half a vampire at most when he'd known the more quiet member of the group, Dwayne had a very distinctive smell. Probably from all the patchouli. The sunlight had done quite a number on both bodies, and it was going to take a lot of blood to bring them back to a semblance of 'living'.
David shrugged, tossing his cigarette to the ground and not bothering to stub it out. It was raining, he doubted it would start a fire.
"Probably sealed it in four wooden boxes and shipped them to different corners of the world so the master vampire could never be...what the fuck do you think they did to it, Michael? Your grandpa probably swept it up and buried it somewhere else." David snorted.
Michael frowned, climbing out of the grave that had by this time become a shallow pool. His fingers slipped on the soil, so it wasn't easy. For Marko's part, he easily hovered up and over.
"Always doing things the hard way, ain't ya, Mikey?" Marko teased, slinging the bag with Paul's remains over his shoulder like he was Santa ready to head out and deliver goodies to little kids. It was doubtful any children would want what he had to offer.
Michael shrugged, wiping clumps of mud and grit from his jeans. He shouldn't have bothered taking his jacket off. There was no avoiding the fact that he was going to have to go hunting for new clothes anyway. Doing laundry in standing pools by the beach wasn't the most effective way to get anything cleaned.
Holding the bag out for David to take, Michael looked hopefully in the direction of his old family's house. The blonde gave him a half-smirk and shrugged, as if to say he didn't give a damn what Michael did.
Grinning, genuinely for the first time in awhile, he didn't have to take the hint twice. Michael shoved Dwayne's remains into David's arms and took off in the air towards the house. Towards Star.
She wasn't cold yet, but she would be soon. How long had Michael been sitting in his old bedroom with Star's body crushed to his own, weeping and whispering senseless words to bring her back to him? He had no idea. But he was certain that at any moment, David would come to find out why he was taking to long.
He hadn't planned on turning Star. Just seeing her. Telling her he was okay...maybe even making love, promising they would always be together if he could help it. Their re-union was supposed to be...magical.
The moment Michael had pulled open the bedroom window, he had already sensed death lingering in the air. As intimate as he'd become with the state of being, and the state of causing it over the past year...it was unmistakable. She hadn't been gone long. Perhaps when they'd just begun to dig for the other boys.
It had taken every ounce of strength within him not to give out an animalistic cry and wake the whole household. Star was lying on the bedroom floor with glassy open eyes, and a half-smile more peaceful than he could have ever imagined death might bring a person.
"I'm sorry," Michael wept, holding her tighter. If she were still alive, she wouldn't be able to breathe. "I'm so sorry, Star," he said again, pulling away to litter kisses on her forehead and cheek, her mouth and nose. Why did Disney movies make it seem like a little peck could bring back the princess, no matter the odds? What kind of bullshit was that, anyway?!
"Please come back," he pleaded, almost delirious. Each time he'd taken a life, he'd felt sick. Angry. Hungry. So many emotions piled on top of another. But he'd never been quite so upset, because he'd never known the people he slaughtered. He'd never loved them.
"What am I gonna do now, Star, huh?" Michael demanded, though he doubted he'd receive a reply. One of the few promises David made to him that kept him going, aside from promising no harm would ever come to his human family...was that one day he could be with Star. Now that clearly wasn't going to happen, was it?
But...maybe...
Perhaps it was madness setting in. Delirium. A half-aware state of logical reasoning that most people face when they're greeted with the loss of a loved one. He really didn't know what made him do what he did.
It was as if Michael's body had a mind of it's own, when he laid Star's body back onto the ground and allowed himself to revert to his vampiric form. Honestly, sometimes it took more effort to look human. Now more than ever.
Dragging a claw across his right wrist, Michael pressed it to Star's mouth and waited. She couldn't swallow, because she was dead. She couldn't listen to his pleading cries, because...she was still pretty damn dead. So Michael tried to massage her throat, to force the blood to drip down. If David could do this, so could he. If they were going to bring Paul and Dwayne back from the dead, then why not Star? She wasn't ash and bones, her body was perfectly intact!
"Please, baby, drink for me...wake up..." Michael whispered, squeezing at his arm to urge the blood to drip faster. By now it had begun to pour from her mouth and down her lips...but some of it...some of it must have managed to drip down her throat. Surely, some of it.
"Michael, what the hell are you doing?!" Marko hissed from the window. Just in time to interrupt the romantic reunion.
Michael turned to growl at him and snap his fangs.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! No need to be a little bitch, now...Mikey, you really don't want to do what you're doing right now..." He continued talking, pulling himself in through the window and floating to the ground.
"You can't take her away from me again!" Michael growled, pulling his wrist to his mouth so he could lick away the remnants of the blood as the cut began to heal. He gazed down at Star, frowning.
"How long is it supposed to take before they wake up?" He asked, eyes flicking back towards Marko, who shrugged.
"Frankly, Mikey, I think if she woke up right now...we'd both be in deep shit. You better hope none of that blood got down her throat..."
"Why? I don't give a fuck what David thinks, I'm not letting Star die!" Michael snapped back.
"Not really what I meant..." Marko trailed off, jumping back towards the window when Star's arms began to twitch.
"Ah...shit..." David growled, his head popping up just in time to see what was happening.
"God damn it, Michael!" He hissed.