urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hisbloodinmine Michael Emerson Michael Emerson 2008-03-29T20:08:08Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hisbloodinmine:2559 2008-03-29T20:08:08Z 2008-03-29T20:08:08Z "You knew I couldn't, didn't you?"<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"Knew what Michael?"<br /><br />"You knew I couldn't leave Santa Carla."<br /><br />"Of course I knew Michael."<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"What do you want David?"<br /><br />"You Michael. You can try and deny it but my blood still courses through your veins. Our blood is forever mixed inside you."<br /><br />"No David. It doesn't."<br /><br />"You sure about that Michael? Can you honestly say that?"<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"Yes."<br /><br />"You lie to yourself Michael."<br /><br />"What do you want from me?"<br /><br />"In due time you will find out. My plans for you will become clear."<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Michael Emerson // The Lost Boys // 250 words urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hisbloodinmine:2278 2008-03-29T02:20:37Z 2008-03-29T02:20:37Z mun can be reached in the following ways.<br /><br />- Leave a comment here.<br />If you need to speak outside of this post, then please tell me and give me a AIM or Yahoo, MSN name and I will contact you as soon as I can. I will not post my information here. Comments are screened.<br /><br />You may request a scene or simply ask a question about the muse if you need to know something. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hisbloodinmine:1797 2008-03-29T02:19:01Z 2008-03-29T02:19:01Z 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />No matter how hard I scrub I can never get rid of those traces left behind.<br /><br />Michael Emerson // The Lost Boys // 209 Words. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hisbloodinmine:1649 2008-03-29T01:35:00Z 2008-03-29T01:35:00Z 01. My name is Michael Emerson<br />02. I live in Santa Carla.<br />03. I have a little brother named Sam.<br />04. I moved from Arizona.<br />05. I met a girl and ended up in trouble.<br />06. I made some friends that ended up to be more then expected.<br />07. Some guy was after my mom but he's gone now.<br />08. My mom and Sam moved away with my Grandpa.<br />09. <s>I used to be a vampire but killed the head vampire.</s><br />10. I work at an auto garage here now.<br />11. I try and avoid the boardwalk but I'm always pulled there.<br />12. <s>I miss David and what he had made me, but will never admit it.</s><br />13. I think I am losing my mind.<br /><br />Michael Emerson // The Lost Boys urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hisbloodinmine:1523 2008-03-29T00:57:00Z 2008-03-29T00:57:00Z I just couldn't leave this place. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hisbloodinmine:1162 2008-03-28T05:09:16Z 2008-03-28T05:19:24Z <a name="cutid1"></a>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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"Join us Michael. Become one of us again."<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><small>{{477 Words.}}</small> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hisbloodinmine:877 2008-03-28T02:22:31Z 2008-03-28T02:22:31Z I do miss how it felt. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hisbloodinmine:512 2008-03-27T19:15:16Z 2008-03-27T19:15:16Z I think I'm losing my mind.