There wasn't a lot of fanfare, driving the group towards David and the rest of his gang. Edgar and Alan both attempted to dig their heels into the ground, but they really didn't have much luck fighting against Paul as he shoved them ahead. Sam wasn't dumb enough to even try, wrapping an arm around Roxie's waist and daring one look back at Marko. The shorter vampire only smiled at him pleasantly, with just a hint of menace in his eyes. Jeeze, how did Mike even get involved with these guys? Even if Sam didn't know they were bloodsuckers...they were creepy as shit. Could he make a run for it? If he just...left the Frogs there...would him and Roxie even have a chance of getting away? There were enough people around to keep them from flying or pulling one of their freaky-ass magic tricks to catch them. At least not while they were still in a crowd...
But...Damn it, even if he could get away, there was that pesky sense of decency and loyalty keeping him from doing it. And...maybe Mike would somehow keep them safe? Sam glanced over to his brother, who seemed intent on avoiding eye contact with him, looking just about everywhere else. 'Mike! You asshole! Do something! I'm your brother, you stupid shit-sucker!' He wanted to shout, and for a second...he could swear he thought he saw Michael flinch as if he had.
Roxanne was oddly silent, which...didn't tend to bode well. The closer they were led to the other vampires, the more her silence was unnerving him. That could only mean...
"WHOAAAA, talk about rancid milk and rat butts! Dude, seriously...you should totes drink some mouthwash cocktails. Like...stat. I think it's terminal," Roxanne pinched her nose, turning to glance at Marko as they were drawn to a halt, and the force of his laughter caused his breath to brush up against the back of her head. The outburst looked like it was enough to wipe the perpetual grin off of his face, but it sent Paul beside him into a fit of giggles, even as he kept his hands firmly gripped on Ed and Alan's shoulders to keep them from running off.
"Your girl's got a mouth on her, don't she, blondie?" Marko ruffled Sam's hair, sharp nails just slightly cutting into his scalp in the process. A warning? Sam didn't want to find out.
Roxanne wrapped an arm around Sam's waist, even as he kept his firmly wrapped around hers. "I don't know what you want with Sammy-boy, but yer gonna have to get th-"
"Roxie. Please." Sam was getting close to clapping a hand over her mouth to shut her up. He just knew she was only going to make things worse.
"She's got a point," David observed. "Your breath smells like shit, Marko," he added, as if he needed to clarify.
"Fuck you. Fuck you. And fuck you!" Marko snapped, pointing a finger first at Roxanne, then Paul, and finally David.
"Look, blo...shi...guys, we don't want any trouble," Sam mumbled, looking down at his feet. He was particularly nervous around the dark-haired one beside his brother, given their very brief history together. What's more, he had neither a stereo system nor a crossbow at the moment to defend himself.
"Yeah. We even told Sam we needed to just forget about you guys, isn't that right, Alan?" Edgar turned towards his brother, who nodded vigorously. Sam's eyes widened. He'd had no idea he was close personal friends with Benedict Arnold and Judas. And when they turned to him with accusatory stares, he had to bite back the urge to tell them where they could shove their stake collection, if they survived this little meeting and got the chance to go back home.
"Oh man, what kinda stuff am I missin' out on, here? Didja beat them in a drag race, steal their girls, and run them outta town, Killer?!" Roxie grinned widely, bouncing just a little on the balls of her feet, and he knew right then and there that they were going to have an intermission about just how many low-grade action movies she was allowed to watch anymore.
"Killer?" Michael finally spoke up. The asshole finally decided to talk, and it was to criticize his nickname...Sam scowled at him, despite his crippling fear of inevitable doom and death that was surely about to take place before sunrise.
"...I blew up a frog in biology class..." Sam replied, now deciding to play the 'avoid looking at you, because you're a dick' game too. He couldn't believe Michael wasn't doing anything to save him! Wasn't even speaking up to protect his little brother! He really was a monster now...just like the rest of them.
"I'm not really hungry tonight," Dwayne remarked mentally, glancing about at the rest of the group and leering at Sam. He'd make no effort not to put the boy on edge tonight. It wasn't like he didn't have a good reason to hate the little asshole and his punk friends.
"Good, then we can just let them go," Michael looked at Dwayne as he thought this. He didn't actually think the suggestion would have any weight, he was just clarifying that he still didn't want them murdered and dumped in Star's playpen.
"Why would we wanna do that?" Paul's turn to crack another grin as he suddenly draped both of his arms around Edgar and Alan's necks, as if they were the best of friends. He even leaned in to give Alan a quick smooch on the cheek, which made the Frog pale considerably.
"You taste pretty good," Paul said out loud, which only made Alan shake his head vigorously.
"You don't want me. I'm...I'm anemic!" He insisted.
"Me too, I'm all runny and stuff," Edgar agreed.
"What kinda coo-coo pills are you guys on?!" Roxie exclaimed, growing more and more confused. It was clear the girl struggled to even comprehend what anemia had to do with guys kissing each other.
"...We're not killing them," David decided, blowing a puff of smoke into the air and grinning when Michael turned towards him with a look of confusion and...just barely gratitude at the same time. He couldn't tell. He'd never seen that look on the boy's face before.
"What?! You gotta be kidding me!" Paul's smile fell. He'd been all ramped up for some bloodshed. Granted, he and Marko had just enjoyed themselves a back alley buffet before catching their current quarry. But still! He could still feel the burn of holy water in his bones whenever he crossed paths with a religious nut. He didn't know if that pain was ever going to go away.
To the humans among them, not privy to their thoughts, they looked a bit...peculiar. Going from hot to cold, exchanging the strangest looks between each other. This only made Roxie begin to ponder if they were lizard aliens with complex forms of communication expressed by lips and eyebrow wiggling. She didn't say it...but the thought was strong enough to cause all of the Lost Boys to glance at her for a short moment, before drawing themselves back to their own conversation.
"I've got a better idea. Might even solve our other problem back at the cave," David began laughing. And the Frogs joined in nervously. But that was cut off pretty quickly when Dwayne looked at them both with a threatening scowl. They shut their mouths.
"Marko, you take the girl. Paul, you get Rambo Jr. Dwayne, the other one is riding with you. Aaaaand...Michael, why don't you take your brother?" David flicked his cigarette into the air and slid a leg over the side of his bike, grinning.
"Brother?!" Roxanne turned to Sam. "I thought you said he joined the circus!" She whispered.
"...When did I ever say that?!" Sam blurted back at her. "I said he ran away!"
"...Oh. Yeah, I just assumed..." She looked back over at Michael, raising her eyebrows. "So...are you guys in a biker circus?" She asked hopefully, unwilling to let go of the idea. Now thoughts of alien carnies were swirling around in her head.
"Jeeze, Sam..." Michael just shook his head at his brother's taste in girls. Obviously brains weren't a prerequisite for him. Or sanity. Or tits. She was as flat as a dish-board.
"...What are you gonna do to us?" Edgar asked weakly, as Marko shoved him towards his bike. What he wouldn't give for a sharp piece of wood right then. A beechwood stick. A broken baseball bat. A pencil. Anything!
"Relax. We're just gonna have a little party. Isn't that right boys?" David called out to his gang and chuckled. They all joined in, though Michael's laugh was hollow and weak at best.
"I meant what I said when I told you I'd kill you if you hurt Sam," Michael gave David a quick angry glance before helping Sam onto the back of his bike. Sam was glaring daggers at him right then.
The trip back to the cave was mostly 'quiet'. Except for the sound of crashing waves, roaring motors, and the occasional bout of howling laughter. They drove recklessly over the sand and grassy hills, and Paul especially looked as if he were going to crash into a tree or obstacle at every chance he got, swerving at the last second and grinning to himself when he felt Edgar squeeze onto his shoulders.
"Better watch it, Paulie, don't wanna have to clean your bike seat later, do you?" Marko teased, passing him.
"Michael, keep up!" David turned to glance back at the younger vampire, who looked like he was trying everything he could to keep his brother behind him at ease, without falling so far behind that he lost sight of the rest of them.