Months have passed since David's death and everything in Santa Carla seemed to go back to normal. His mother Lucy wanted to move and take the boys away from this place. They were all packed up and ready to go except for Michael. Something kept him here in this place. Sam tried convincing his older brother he should come with them. Michael refused, no for him this was home. He felt like he belonged here and maybe that was more true them Michael Emerson wanted to admit. He found himself a cheap apartment and found a job. It was a simple life, but he always felt like something was missing. Part of him was hollow like someone took a piece of the puzzle that was him.

Things had been fine until the dreams started. He'd hear David's voice calling to him in his sleep. It always felt so real that he'd wake up and look around expecting to see the vampire standing in his room. He felt like he was losing his mind. He began to want David there. He walked into the bathroom and washed his face with a sigh. He was beginning to lose a lot of sleep over this. He sighed flipping off the light and crawled back into bed. It took him awhile but he forced himself to sleep and he heard the voice again but this time he saw his face.

"Join us Michael. Become one of us again."

Michael tossed and turned but this time it was like he couldn't wake up. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't. David stepped out of the shadows then and walked over to him running a finger down over Michael's bare chest. Silent but with that trademark grin of his playing over his lips. It was as if he knew why Michael stayed. He watched the sleeping form trying to wake himself up and grinned leaning down to bite gently at his neck. He drew a little blood just enough to get a taste of Michael again. Michael felt it all in his dream state, the bite sent his body shivering. It was the hard kiss pressed to his lips, a kiss that screamed possessiveness that woke Michael up finally. When he looked around there was no one to be found. He laid back and closed his eyes touching his neck where it ached from the bite and shivered again. Licking his lips it was almost like he could taste David mixed with the coppery taste of his own blood.

Michael didn't know David was just biding his time. Breaking Michael down until all Michael desired was David and what he had to offer. Something Michael would give into. It's what he missed, that feeling of power. David was Michael's missing piece and soon he'd be put back in place and Michael would be his once more.

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