"You knew I couldn't, didn't you?"

Michael was face to face with David again who was only smirking at him. The vampire was toying with him even now trying to feign innocence.

"Knew what Michael?"

"You knew I couldn't leave Santa Carla."

"Of course I knew Michael."

David approached him with that sick twisted grin he always seemed to have. Michael stayed still not backing away not willing to show David any type of fear. Though he knew the vampire probably could sense it, almost smell it. Michael swallowed hard then and kept his eyes on the man in front of him.

"What do you want David?"

"You Michael. You can try and deny it but my blood still courses through your veins. Our blood is forever mixed inside you."

"No David. It doesn't."

"You sure about that Michael? Can you honestly say that?"

Michael's jaw clenched tight, so tight his mouth began to hurt. Even as he spoke the words he could almost hear David's blood calling out to him and it made him uneasy. No one should have this hold over him, not anymore. He could see David's amusement over it.

"Yes."

"You lie to yourself Michael."

"What do you want from me?"

"In due time you will find out. My plans for you will become clear."

Michael watched David walk away and disappear in the crowd. Part of him told him to get the hell out of Santa Carla, but there was a bigger part that didn't want to leave. The part that made him feel this is where he truly belonged.

Michael Emerson // The Lost Boys // 250 words

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Blood is thicker than water, and twice as hard to get out in the wash. I learned this after that night. The blood of the vampires stained my clothes and I finally had to toss them. All save for that leather jacket I just couldn't part with. Right there on the shoulder was a deep dark stain, a stain I knew very well. It was David's blood. I wore it like a reminder of the man I fought hard to get away from but even in his death he was in my head.

When I wasn't wearing the jacket it hung over a char and that spot always drew in my attention. David was haunting me in my sleep. Though now, now I had seen David when I wide awake. I'm not sure if I am disturbed by it or not, part of me is comforted by it. It's a strange feeling for me it's almost like David's blood still ran through me. Like traces of him were left behind to remind me that no matter how hard I fought, I belonged with David and the boys. That I was always meant to join them.

No matter how hard I scrub I can never get rid of those traces left behind.

Michael Emerson // The Lost Boys // 209 Words.

01. My name is Michael Emerson
02. I live in Santa Carla.
03. I have a little brother named Sam.
04. I moved from Arizona.
05. I met a girl and ended up in trouble.
06. I made some friends that ended up to be more then expected.
07. Some guy was after my mom but he's gone now.
08. My mom and Sam moved away with my Grandpa.
09. I used to be a vampire but killed the head vampire.
10. I work at an auto garage here now.
11. I try and avoid the boardwalk but I'm always pulled there.
12. I miss David and what he had made me, but will never admit it.
13. I think I am losing my mind.

Michael Emerson // The Lost Boys

I just couldn't leave this place.

I do miss how it felt.

I think I'm losing my mind.