"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