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A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 17
Summary: The truth is out about David, and he can no longer be with Michael. The fear of Max's influence is far too strong for him to fight back. But the bond the Emersons have built with the vampires is far too strong to keep them all a part for long. They're family, through and through.
TW: Chapter contains mentions of abuse, a breakup, depression and threats
I want to thank everyone who has been so patient with me and what has become yearly updates for this fic. If you haven't seen it already, I have officially announced that I will be completing this fic before the end of the year! I made a vow to finish my story, and I am determined to keep that promise. Please hang in there a little longer, as the end is closer in sight!
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It was incredibly bizarre to see such a drastic change in David's behavior. The boys were used to seeing their leader as a confident, mischievous and fun-loving guy. Someone who always knew what to do. The best person to call all the shots without a second thought.
Now it was like looking at a stranger.
For over a week now, David had isolated himself deep within the cave under Hudson's Bluff. He had shut himself away in one of the ancient, decaying rooms from the fallen hotel. All he did night in and night out was hide under a dusty quilt and blast music from his boombox to drown out the world. Normally his taste was pure, hot rock and roll, with plenty of loud drums and shredding electric guitars. But he simply didn't have the energy for such music. He instead found solace in the country station, his heartache gravitating towards the crooning blues.
It was the closest thing he could get to being with Michael again. Being away from him and his family gave him a sense of homesickness that he never experienced before. All he wanted was to hear Michael's beautiful singing voice. He longed for that familiar drawl of country songs that soothed his darkened soul. But this was the best he could do.
Quite a few sad song were playing on the radio tonight. David's chest ached when the sorrowful tune of Gary Stewart crackled through the speakers.
I never intended
For it to go this far
I don't think I can get off
From where we are
Some time to waste
So just a taste
Was all, that I had planned
And I never intended
For it to get so
Out of hand
The universe certainly had a cruel sense of humor.
David was so lost in his somber thoughts that he didn’t notice that the music had caught the ears of his pack mates, luring them into his room. Marko, Dwayne and Paul watched their leader with worried looks in their eyes.
“You doin’ okay, bud?” Paul asked.
The platinum blond barely moved an inch to look over at the boys. Even just seeing them out of the corner of his eye was enough to rope him deeper into his depression. Though their wounds had healed fully and their bodies were strong once again, David couldn’t stop picturing how mutilated they were that night at Max’s house. They were already undead beings, but in that moment they truly looked like the embodiment of the walking dead. It terrified him more than he would ever admit.
“No,” he answered curtly, “I’m pretty fuckin’ far from ‘okay’, Paul.”
“Hey man, he was just asking,” Marko piped up. “No need to bite our heads off for checking in on our friend.”
David groaned, pinching his eyes shut in frustration. He couldn’t deny that Marko was speaking the truth. Lashing out at his brothers would not fix the loss of their new family. He begrudgingly sat up in the bed to get a better look at his boys. His muscles ached from finally moving after so many nights of being completely stagnant.
“You’re right. ‘m sorry, Paulie,” he apologized.
The three Lost Boys all made their way closer, each sitting by David on his makeshift nest to provide him with a little extra comfort in the company.
“It’s all good, Davey. We’re just...worried. That’s all.”
“We haven’t seen you hunt for yourself in days. Do you need us to bring a body or two?” Dwayne offered.
David felt the corners of his lips turn upward ever-so-slightly. It was a minuscule change in his appearance, but it at least helped the boys feel like they were making some progress with him. No matter what happened, they’d always take care of their leader, just as he did for them.
“No no, I’ve been using the bottle,” David explained, lazily pointing a finger over at the nightstand. “After all, it’s not like we’re gonna need it for...them.”
Even though he didn’t speak their names out loud, a sharp pain shot through David’s heart at the mere mention of the Emerson family. It wasn’t just Michael he missed, but also Lucy, Grandpa and even Sam. Memories of their nightly dinners together taunted him whenever he closed his eyes. The warmth of the kitchen, the drawl in their laughter, and the soothing notes of a guitar and fiddle to help them all wind down for the night. It was all haunting him like a ghost.
The memories were enough to make the corners of his icy eyes leak with tears.
“Aw man, don’t cry, David!” Paul pouted, wrapping an arm around his pack mate. Dwayne was already reaching for a handkerchief from his jacket pocket before the first tear could fall down David’s pale cheek.
“I’m fine,” David insisted, despite taking the fabric from Dwayne so he could swiftly dry his eyes. “I just….damn, is it silly if I say I’m homesick? ‘Cause I am home in our cave with you guys. So why should I-”
“Stop that,” Marko interrupted. “Don’t downplay how you feel about this, David. We totally understand how you feel.”
He glanced at Dwayne and Paul, recognizing the shared somber looks on their faces. The way they were gazing back at him was enough of to clue him in on how he must have looked the same way.
“We miss them too.”
It wasn’t very long ago that the boys would have laughed at the mere idea of enjoying a domestic lifestyle with a bunch of bright-eyed farm-folk from the heart of Texas. Now they were grieving the departure from their beloved family.
No amount of bloodshed from the residents of Santa Carla could fill their stomachs in a way that Lucy’s cooking could. The silence of the caves was deafening compared to the thunderous gallops and strong whinnying of the horses they hadn’t heard for some time now. It had been so easy to become part of the Emerson’s, but so very painful to leave them. Not even the cruelty from Max could match such emotional agony.
“I fucking hate that bastard,” David growled, snatching up the bottle. His tight grip made the glass shake between his fingers. His claws were creeping out of his nail beds, threatening to scratch along the surface. “I should have wrung his neck years ago. If I hadn’t been so goddamn scared of Max all this time, I could have freed us all. We’d finally get to be vampires without a master. Michael and I...we could have been together...we...DAMMIT!”
A crash echoed off the walls as David hurled the bottle at the nearest pillar. Anger boiled in his blood, enraging him enough to throw away the very thing that turned him into the monster he was today. Shards of glass scattered across the dusty floor, the crimson liquid that was once trapped now spilling into every direction. The boys were in shock, not used to seeing their leader in such a rage.
David was stunned with silence, taken by surprise at his own actions. He truly hadn’t been thinking in that moment. Max had him seeing red, and it made him act out as a result. It was such a surprise to himself that he hadn’t even noticed that tears were falling down his stubbled face again.
“I...I’m sorry, boys…”
Overwhelmed by the whole ordeal, David allowed the three other vampires to hold him. They kept him safe and calm as they each whispered gentle words to him. Their leader had been through so much, and no matter what happened, they would do whatever it took to help him face this terrible heartbreak. The Lost Boys always stood by one another, through thick and thin.
Little did they know that someone else had been watching them closely from the shadows. Another friend who was ready to help David too. None of the boys had even noticed the small figure disappear from the entrance of the room, swiftly taking off into the night.
The Emerson household had never been this quiet before. Without the spark of family gatherings and jam sessions to keep him going, Michael had lost his sense of joy. Every day was a monotonous cycle for him. When he wasn’t cooped up in his room, he was doing his daily chores in total silence. He didn’t even have the will to hum a little tune to himself.
Michael just didn’t see the point in trying to stay positive when his whole world was falling apart at the seams.
His entire understanding of reality was flipped completely upside down, opening a floodgate of questions that swirled and thrashed around in his head. How many vampires were there in Santa Carla? In the world? Were there other monsters? Had he already met some and didn't realize? It was enough to give him a skull-numbing headache the further he let his mind wander.
But even with this whirlwind of questions swarming around him, there was something far more important to him that he wished to give all his attention. David.
He could still picture the glow of those inhuman eyes so clearly. The ferocity of a killer behind the mask of a human. With those deadly claws and fangs, David could have easily torn him to shreds that night in the grotto. Hell, at any point in their time knowing one another, he could have massacred the entire Emerson family without a second thought.
But even when standing face-to-face with this dangerous creature, Michael could only focus on the truth in David's eyes. He had spent enough time around him to recognize when he was scared of something, and that something was the fear of hurting Michael. It kept the cowboy grounded in that moment, like a mighty anchor holding down a ship knocked around in a ferocious storm.
Underneath the danger and animalistic mannerisms, it was still David. The man he had fallen so deeply in love with. The sweet guy who helped Lucy with prepping ingredients and shared a cup of black coffee with his grandpa after dinner. His favorite person to croon country songs with after a hard day's work.
And now he was gone. Leaving a gaping hole in Michael's heart that ached with every memory that crossed his mind.
Even with the pain, Michael still had a life to live. Responsibilities to his family that he could not neglect. He would put on a smile for his beloved mother if she ever asked him to do something, and he would not burden her with the weight of his broken heart. Whether or not she noticed that his expression was nothing more than a false mask, that didn't matter to him.
Another work day had come and gone for the eldest Emerson boy. He tended to all the tasks and cared for all the animals. If he hadn't known any better, he could have sworn they could all tell that something was wrong. They all watched him a little more carefully as he cleaned up their pens each day. Like they were trying to figure out what was different. He was sure to give each critter a little scratch behind the ear to help put them at ease.
But perhaps it couldn't hurt to take some time to himself. If everyone around him was noticing the dark cloud that lingered, then maybe it was about time he actually did something about it. Get all those dreary thoughts out of his head so that he could actually think clearly.
Once he was showered and bundled up in his best Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt and pajama pants, Michael took hold of his trusty guitar and made his way out to the front porch. The instrument case had a faint layer of dust growing over the leather material; a physical sign of the neglect it had been through over the course of his blue spell.
Michael perched himself on top of his favorite wicker lounge chair. The ratty seat cushion sunk under his weight and the material of the arm rest crackled when he leaned back. A tired sigh fell from his lips as he half-heartedly tuned the guitar. Only one song came to his mind for a night like this. Something from the same singer who kickstarted the very relationship he had with David.
Time for some Hank Williams.
“I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry”
It hurt. Wounded him. A stab in his heart with every chord and strum. But Michael kept going with the song. Even if it felt like it would just about kill him. He needed this. He needed to keep going.
“Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die?
Like me, he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome, I could cry”
“The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome, I could cry”
Michael's fingers trembled against the steel strings of his guitar. One little song had already left him feeling terribly miserable. Even moreso than before, and he didn’t even think that was possible. His singing did not carry the same way it usually did. The air around simply felt too silent without the rasp of David's voice following along with his own.
It made him wonder if it was even worth it to keep playing at all if his only option was to go at it alone.
He let out a groan, setting the guitar down by the side of his chair. He slumped further into the material of the chair and let his legs dangle lazily off the arm rest. There was just no point of doing anything else. He couldn't bring himself to even care if he fell asleep outside with nothing but the cold, autumn air.
The only thing that concerned him was whether or not his dreams would taunt him with visions of David. It was a gamble between sweet moments of being together again, and nightmares of those blood red eyes glaring right at him.
But Michael didn’t get the chance to find out.
“Mike?”
Just as quickly as they fell shut, his blue eyes opened up again the moment he heard the sound of a familiar voice. Doing so allowed him to see his little brother, standing awkwardly by the door leading out to the porch. He too was wearing a Cowboys shirt, albeit one that fit him more loosely. The older Emerson boy recognized it as something he wore back when he was younger. Until Sam had a growth spurt, he’d be drowning in the fabric of Michael’s old hand-me-downs.
It put a little flicker of joy in Michael’s spirit again. A spark of hope.
“Sammy,” he said, straightening up a bit. “Howdy there, stranger. Feels like I haven’t seen seen ya in a long while. Missed ya, bud.”
“Yeah...I’m sorry ‘bout that…”
Michael frowned at his brother, disappointed in himself for not being able to get a happier reaction out of him. It was bad enough he was tending to a broken heart. He didn’t want to bring his brother down with him too.
“Listen, I know things have been...different lately,” Michael explained. “I know you miss the others. I wanna tell ya what happened, but it’s just so…”
“Fucked?”
Michael snorted in amusement.
“Complicated, is what I was gonna say.”
Sam leaned against the worn-out, wooden exterior of the house and ran a hand nervously through his sun-kissed, wavy hair. He seemed like he had something to say, but didn’t know how to go about finding the right words for it. Michael completely understood the feeling. He had all the patience in the world for his baby brother, and he’d keep it going as long as he needed to figure things out.
That’s what big brothers did. And he was there to listen carefully once Sam started to find his words.
“Actually, Mike...I...need to tell you something…about Da-”
“HEY!”
Any conversation that may have taken place between the brothers was swiftly cut short the moment they heard the call of a new voice. Their heads whipped around towards the direction it came from, leading towards the gravel path of their driveway. To the surprise of both of them, it was a smaller figure. One that was swiftly headed towards their house.
Both sets of eyes widened when the realized just who had come to see them.
“Laddie??” Michael called out. He swiftly stood up from his seat, ready to greet the little boy that he hadn’t seen in so very long. The boy’s long hair tussled back and forth with each step across the road. His smaller frame made the short distance seem longer, but it was probably nothing compared to how far he must have traveled.
The moment Michael stepped off the porch, Laddie finally met him with an eager hug. For a little guy, he had quite a tight grip. But it didn’t bother him one bit. Michael couldn’t fight the smile spreading on his face as he lifted the boy up, pulling him into a bear hug and spinning him around in a circle. He had missed his little buddy much more than he realized.
“What are you doin’ here, ya crazy kid?” he asked, finally putting him back down on the ground. Michael kneeled down to meet Laddie at eye-level.
“Had to talk to you!” the little boy explained. His brown eyes were big and shiny with the eagerness that reflected in them. “Star does too!”
Much like an actor taking their cue to go on stage, another figure immediately came running up the driveway. One with a longer, feminine frame and curls for days. Even before she came close to the porch, he could hear her huffing and puffing. No doubt she was tired from trying to catch up with the little ball of energy.
“Laddie, you cannot keep doing this!” Star shouted. “You have to actually tell me where you’re going before you go off!”
“I’m sorry!” Laddie pouted, leaning onto Michael for comfort.
The older boy got back up to his normal level, ready to greet his other friend. He had one hand on Laddie, and was reaching out the other to embrace Star.
“STOP RIGHT THERE!”
The three of them instantly froze in place, shocked by the sudden interruption of their happy reunion. Sam had jumped from his spot on the porch and threw himself in between his brother and Star. In his hands was the broom that was usually set up against the wall when a good sweeping was needed. But for the time being, he was holding it up like he would a baseball bat. Brandishing a cleaning item as a weapon was most certainly common for the Emerson family.
“You stay away from my brother, ya she-devil!” he sneered. “Ya ain’t takin’ no blood tonight! Not on my goddamn watch!”
“Sammy! What’s gotten-” Michael paused. Then the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. “YOU KNEW THEY WERE VAMPIRES?”
Now it was Sam’s turn to feel surprise of such an aggressive reaction. He turned back to his brother, eyes wide with bewilderment. The broom was still in his grasp, albeit a bit more loose.
“Shit...I…was gonna tell ya, Mike...” he said. “That night that David left after meetin’ Cookie, I went outside to check on him. I saw him FLY. Like somethin’ outta my damn comics!”
Michael felt like he his legs were going to give out. His stomach was practically doing flip-flops and his head throbbed from the headache beginning to bloom. The poor boy had to pass Laddie over to Star in case there was a risk of fainting and falling over onto the kid.
“Why in the God-fearing hell didn’t you tell me sooner?!” Michael asked.
“Were you even gonna believe me if I told you?” Sam shot back. “Mike, I tried to tell ya about Max, but you weren’t listenin’ when I was tellin’ the truth!”
Though Star did her best to hold Laddie back from the brothers and their spat, hearing that name was enough to rile him up some more. He wiggled out of her grasp, and made himself heard once again.
“Max!” he squeaked. “That’s who hurt them!”
Silence.
It hit them all like an ice cold bucket of water to a campfire. Fizzling out any fight or tension that was starting to burn. Michael and Sam ceased their back-and-forth squabbling as they took in what the little one had said. Max.
Now more than ever, Michael was feeling as serious as a heart attack. He calmly took the broom from Sam’s hand, and set it down on the ground. Just as he did before, he knelt down to Laddie’s eye level, blue eyes meeting brown. He only hoped that the fear racing throughout his body wasn’t showing up on his face as he spoke.
“Laddie,” he said. “I need you to tell me everything that happened with Max.”
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The Lost Boys Musical AU where Michael is deaf and when he meets the boys he explains how he can feel the vibrations of their music and he really loves their songs.
David knows sign language because he picked up on it when he was a soldier. He gets some new lessons for more modern signing/vocabulary, and hires an ASL interpreter for their shows. David still likes to sign himself during his performance because he wants to "sing" directly to Michael.
When they start dating, he ends every show with the "I love you" sign pointed right at Michael. The audience assumes he's doing it to say he loves his fans (or they mistake it for the "rock on" sign), but Michael knows it's just for him 🤟
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A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 17
Summary: The truth is out about David, and he can no longer be with Michael. The fear of Max's influence is far too strong for him to fight back. But the bond the Emersons have built with the vampires is far too strong to keep them all a part for long. They're family, through and through.
TW: Chapter contains mentions of abuse, a breakup, depression and threats
I want to thank everyone who has been so patient with me and what has become yearly updates for this fic. If you haven't seen it already, I have officially announced that I will be completing this fic before the end of the year! I made a vow to finish my story, and I am determined to keep that promise. Please hang in there a little longer, as the end is closer in sight!
Songs from chapter HERE and HERE
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It was incredibly bizarre to see such a drastic change in David's behavior. The boys were used to seeing their leader as a confident, mischievous and fun-loving guy. Someone who always knew what to do. The best person to call all the shots without a second thought.
Now it was like looking at a stranger.
For over a week now, David had isolated himself deep within the cave under Hudson's Bluff. He had shut himself away in one of the ancient, decaying rooms from the fallen hotel. All he did night in and night out was hide under a dusty quilt and blast music from his boombox to drown out the world. Normally his taste was pure, hot rock and roll, with plenty of loud drums and shredding electric guitars. But he simply didn't have the energy for such music. He instead found solace in the country station, his heartache gravitating towards the crooning blues.
It was the closest thing he could get to being with Michael again. Being away from him and his family gave him a sense of homesickness that he never experienced before. All he wanted was to hear Michael's beautiful singing voice. He longed for that familiar drawl of country songs that soothed his darkened soul. But this was the best he could do.
Quite a few sad song were playing on the radio tonight. David's chest ached when the sorrowful tune of Gary Stewart crackled through the speakers.
I never intended
For it to go this far
I don't think I can get off
From where we are
Some time to waste
So just a taste
Was all, that I had planned
And I never intended
For it to get so
Out of hand
The universe certainly had a cruel sense of humor.
David was so lost in his somber thoughts that he didn’t notice that the music had caught the ears of his pack mates, luring them into his room. Marko, Dwayne and Paul watched their leader with worried looks in their eyes.
“You doin’ okay, bud?” Paul asked.
The platinum blond barely moved an inch to look over at the boys. Even just seeing them out of the corner of his eye was enough to rope him deeper into his depression. Though their wounds had healed fully and their bodies were strong once again, David couldn’t stop picturing how mutilated they were that night at Max’s house. They were already undead beings, but in that moment they truly looked like the embodiment of the walking dead. It terrified him more than he would ever admit.
“No,” he answered curtly, “I’m pretty fuckin’ far from ‘okay’, Paul.”
“Hey man, he was just asking,” Marko piped up. “No need to bite our heads off for checking in on our friend.”
David groaned, pinching his eyes shut in frustration. He couldn’t deny that Marko was speaking the truth. Lashing out at his brothers would not fix the loss of their new family. He begrudgingly sat up in the bed to get a better look at his boys. His muscles ached from finally moving after so many nights of being completely stagnant.
“You’re right. ‘m sorry, Paulie,” he apologized.
The three Lost Boys all made their way closer, each sitting by David on his makeshift nest to provide him with a little extra comfort in the company.
“It’s all good, Davey. We’re just...worried. That’s all.”
“We haven’t seen you hunt for yourself in days. Do you need us to bring a body or two?” Dwayne offered.
David felt the corners of his lips turn upward ever-so-slightly. It was a minuscule change in his appearance, but it at least helped the boys feel like they were making some progress with him. No matter what happened, they’d always take care of their leader, just as he did for them.
“No no, I’ve been using the bottle,” David explained, lazily pointing a finger over at the nightstand. “After all, it’s not like we’re gonna need it for...them.”
Even though he didn’t speak their names out loud, a sharp pain shot through David’s heart at the mere mention of the Emerson family. It wasn’t just Michael he missed, but also Lucy, Grandpa and even Sam. Memories of their nightly dinners together taunted him whenever he closed his eyes. The warmth of the kitchen, the drawl in their laughter, and the soothing notes of a guitar and fiddle to help them all wind down for the night. It was all haunting him like a ghost.
The memories were enough to make the corners of his icy eyes leak with tears.
“Aw man, don’t cry, David!” Paul pouted, wrapping an arm around his pack mate. Dwayne was already reaching for a handkerchief from his jacket pocket before the first tear could fall down David’s pale cheek.
“I’m fine,” David insisted, despite taking the fabric from Dwayne so he could swiftly dry his eyes. “I just….damn, is it silly if I say I’m homesick? ‘Cause I am home in our cave with you guys. So why should I-”
“Stop that,” Marko interrupted. “Don’t downplay how you feel about this, David. We totally understand how you feel.”
He glanced at Dwayne and Paul, recognizing the shared somber looks on their faces. The way they were gazing back at him was enough of to clue him in on how he must have looked the same way.
“We miss them too.”
It wasn’t very long ago that the boys would have laughed at the mere idea of enjoying a domestic lifestyle with a bunch of bright-eyed farm-folk from the heart of Texas. Now they were grieving the departure from their beloved family.
No amount of bloodshed from the residents of Santa Carla could fill their stomachs in a way that Lucy’s cooking could. The silence of the caves was deafening compared to the thunderous gallops and strong whinnying of the horses they hadn’t heard for some time now. It had been so easy to become part of the Emerson’s, but so very painful to leave them. Not even the cruelty from Max could match such emotional agony.
“I fucking hate that bastard,” David growled, snatching up the bottle. His tight grip made the glass shake between his fingers. His claws were creeping out of his nail beds, threatening to scratch along the surface. “I should have wrung his neck years ago. If I hadn’t been so goddamn scared of Max all this time, I could have freed us all. We’d finally get to be vampires without a master. Michael and I...we could have been together...we...DAMMIT!”
A crash echoed off the walls as David hurled the bottle at the nearest pillar. Anger boiled in his blood, enraging him enough to throw away the very thing that turned him into the monster he was today. Shards of glass scattered across the dusty floor, the crimson liquid that was once trapped now spilling into every direction. The boys were in shock, not used to seeing their leader in such a rage.
David was stunned with silence, taken by surprise at his own actions. He truly hadn’t been thinking in that moment. Max had him seeing red, and it made him act out as a result. It was such a surprise to himself that he hadn’t even noticed that tears were falling down his stubbled face again.
“I...I’m sorry, boys…”
Overwhelmed by the whole ordeal, David allowed the three other vampires to hold him. They kept him safe and calm as they each whispered gentle words to him. Their leader had been through so much, and no matter what happened, they would do whatever it took to help him face this terrible heartbreak. The Lost Boys always stood by one another, through thick and thin.
Little did they know that someone else had been watching them closely from the shadows. Another friend who was ready to help David too. None of the boys had even noticed the small figure disappear from the entrance of the room, swiftly taking off into the night.
The Emerson household had never been this quiet before. Without the spark of family gatherings and jam sessions to keep him going, Michael had lost his sense of joy. Every day was a monotonous cycle for him. When he wasn’t cooped up in his room, he was doing his daily chores in total silence. He didn’t even have the will to hum a little tune to himself.
Michael just didn’t see the point in trying to stay positive when his whole world was falling apart at the seams.
His entire understanding of reality was flipped completely upside down, opening a floodgate of questions that swirled and thrashed around in his head. How many vampires were there in Santa Carla? In the world? Were there other monsters? Had he already met some and didn't realize? It was enough to give him a skull-numbing headache the further he let his mind wander.
But even with this whirlwind of questions swarming around him, there was something far more important to him that he wished to give all his attention. David.
He could still picture the glow of those inhuman eyes so clearly. The ferocity of a killer behind the mask of a human. With those deadly claws and fangs, David could have easily torn him to shreds that night in the grotto. Hell, at any point in their time knowing one another, he could have massacred the entire Emerson family without a second thought.
But even when standing face-to-face with this dangerous creature, Michael could only focus on the truth in David's eyes. He had spent enough time around him to recognize when he was scared of something, and that something was the fear of hurting Michael. It kept the cowboy grounded in that moment, like a mighty anchor holding down a ship knocked around in a ferocious storm.
Underneath the danger and animalistic mannerisms, it was still David. The man he had fallen so deeply in love with. The sweet guy who helped Lucy with prepping ingredients and shared a cup of black coffee with his grandpa after dinner. His favorite person to croon country songs with after a hard day's work.
And now he was gone. Leaving a gaping hole in Michael's heart that ached with every memory that crossed his mind.
Even with the pain, Michael still had a life to live. Responsibilities to his family that he could not neglect. He would put on a smile for his beloved mother if she ever asked him to do something, and he would not burden her with the weight of his broken heart. Whether or not she noticed that his expression was nothing more than a false mask, that didn't matter to him.
Another work day had come and gone for the eldest Emerson boy. He tended to all the tasks and cared for all the animals. If he hadn't known any better, he could have sworn they could all tell that something was wrong. They all watched him a little more carefully as he cleaned up their pens each day. Like they were trying to figure out what was different. He was sure to give each critter a little scratch behind the ear to help put them at ease.
But perhaps it couldn't hurt to take some time to himself. If everyone around him was noticing the dark cloud that lingered, then maybe it was about time he actually did something about it. Get all those dreary thoughts out of his head so that he could actually think clearly.
Once he was showered and bundled up in his best Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt and pajama pants, Michael took hold of his trusty guitar and made his way out to the front porch. The instrument case had a faint layer of dust growing over the leather material; a physical sign of the neglect it had been through over the course of his blue spell.
Michael perched himself on top of his favorite wicker lounge chair. The ratty seat cushion sunk under his weight and the material of the arm rest crackled when he leaned back. A tired sigh fell from his lips as he half-heartedly tuned the guitar. Only one song came to his mind for a night like this. Something from the same singer who kickstarted the very relationship he had with David.
Time for some Hank Williams.
“I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry”
It hurt. Wounded him. A stab in his heart with every chord and strum. But Michael kept going with the song. Even if it felt like it would just about kill him. He needed this. He needed to keep going.
“Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die?
Like me, he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome, I could cry”
“The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome, I could cry”
Michael's fingers trembled against the steel strings of his guitar. One little song had already left him feeling terribly miserable. Even moreso than before, and he didn’t even think that was possible. His singing did not carry the same way it usually did. The air around simply felt too silent without the rasp of David's voice following along with his own.
It made him wonder if it was even worth it to keep playing at all if his only option was to go at it alone.
He let out a groan, setting the guitar down by the side of his chair. He slumped further into the material of the chair and let his legs dangle lazily off the arm rest. There was just no point of doing anything else. He couldn't bring himself to even care if he fell asleep outside with nothing but the cold, autumn air.
The only thing that concerned him was whether or not his dreams would taunt him with visions of David. It was a gamble between sweet moments of being together again, and nightmares of those blood red eyes glaring right at him.
But Michael didn’t get the chance to find out.
“Mike?”
Just as quickly as they fell shut, his blue eyes opened up again the moment he heard the sound of a familiar voice. Doing so allowed him to see his little brother, standing awkwardly by the door leading out to the porch. He too was wearing a Cowboys shirt, albeit one that fit him more loosely. The older Emerson boy recognized it as something he wore back when he was younger. Until Sam had a growth spurt, he’d be drowning in the fabric of Michael’s old hand-me-downs.
It put a little flicker of joy in Michael’s spirit again. A spark of hope.
“Sammy,” he said, straightening up a bit. “Howdy there, stranger. Feels like I haven’t seen seen ya in a long while. Missed ya, bud.”
“Yeah...I’m sorry ‘bout that…”
Michael frowned at his brother, disappointed in himself for not being able to get a happier reaction out of him. It was bad enough he was tending to a broken heart. He didn’t want to bring his brother down with him too.
“Listen, I know things have been...different lately,” Michael explained. “I know you miss the others. I wanna tell ya what happened, but it’s just so…”
“Fucked?”
Michael snorted in amusement.
“Complicated, is what I was gonna say.”
Sam leaned against the worn-out, wooden exterior of the house and ran a hand nervously through his sun-kissed, wavy hair. He seemed like he had something to say, but didn’t know how to go about finding the right words for it. Michael completely understood the feeling. He had all the patience in the world for his baby brother, and he’d keep it going as long as he needed to figure things out.
That’s what big brothers did. And he was there to listen carefully once Sam started to find his words.
“Actually, Mike...I...need to tell you something…about Da-”
“HEY!”
Any conversation that may have taken place between the brothers was swiftly cut short the moment they heard the call of a new voice. Their heads whipped around towards the direction it came from, leading towards the gravel path of their driveway. To the surprise of both of them, it was a smaller figure. One that was swiftly headed towards their house.
Both sets of eyes widened when the realized just who had come to see them.
“Laddie??” Michael called out. He swiftly stood up from his seat, ready to greet the little boy that he hadn’t seen in so very long. The boy’s long hair tussled back and forth with each step across the road. His smaller frame made the short distance seem longer, but it was probably nothing compared to how far he must have traveled.
The moment Michael stepped off the porch, Laddie finally met him with an eager hug. For a little guy, he had quite a tight grip. But it didn’t bother him one bit. Michael couldn’t fight the smile spreading on his face as he lifted the boy up, pulling him into a bear hug and spinning him around in a circle. He had missed his little buddy much more than he realized.
“What are you doin’ here, ya crazy kid?” he asked, finally putting him back down on the ground. Michael kneeled down to meet Laddie at eye-level.
“Had to talk to you!” the little boy explained. His brown eyes were big and shiny with the eagerness that reflected in them. “Star does too!”
Much like an actor taking their cue to go on stage, another figure immediately came running up the driveway. One with a longer, feminine frame and curls for days. Even before she came close to the porch, he could hear her huffing and puffing. No doubt she was tired from trying to catch up with the little ball of energy.
“Laddie, you cannot keep doing this!” Star shouted. “You have to actually tell me where you’re going before you go off!”
“I’m sorry!” Laddie pouted, leaning onto Michael for comfort.
The older boy got back up to his normal level, ready to greet his other friend. He had one hand on Laddie, and was reaching out the other to embrace Star.
“STOP RIGHT THERE!”
The three of them instantly froze in place, shocked by the sudden interruption of their happy reunion. Sam had jumped from his spot on the porch and threw himself in between his brother and Star. In his hands was the broom that was usually set up against the wall when a good sweeping was needed. But for the time being, he was holding it up like he would a baseball bat. Brandishing a cleaning item as a weapon was most certainly common for the Emerson family.
“You stay away from my brother, ya she-devil!” he sneered. “Ya ain’t takin’ no blood tonight! Not on my goddamn watch!”
“Sammy! What’s gotten-” Michael paused. Then the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. “YOU KNEW THEY WERE VAMPIRES?”
Now it was Sam’s turn to feel surprise of such an aggressive reaction. He turned back to his brother, eyes wide with bewilderment. The broom was still in his grasp, albeit a bit more loose.
“Shit...I…was gonna tell ya, Mike...” he said. “That night that David left after meetin’ Cookie, I went outside to check on him. I saw him FLY. Like somethin’ outta my damn comics!”
Michael felt like he his legs were going to give out. His stomach was practically doing flip-flops and his head throbbed from the headache beginning to bloom. The poor boy had to pass Laddie over to Star in case there was a risk of fainting and falling over onto the kid.
“Why in the God-fearing hell didn’t you tell me sooner?!” Michael asked.
“Were you even gonna believe me if I told you?” Sam shot back. “Mike, I tried to tell ya about Max, but you weren’t listenin’ when I was tellin’ the truth!”
Though Star did her best to hold Laddie back from the brothers and their spat, hearing that name was enough to rile him up some more. He wiggled out of her grasp, and made himself heard once again.
“Max!” he squeaked. “That’s who hurt them!”
Silence.
It hit them all like an ice cold bucket of water to a campfire. Fizzling out any fight or tension that was starting to burn. Michael and Sam ceased their back-and-forth squabbling as they took in what the little one had said. Max.
Now more than ever, Michael was feeling as serious as a heart attack. He calmly took the broom from Sam’s hand, and set it down on the ground. Just as he did before, he knelt down to Laddie’s eye level, blue eyes meeting brown. He only hoped that the fear racing throughout his body wasn’t showing up on his face as he spoke.
“Laddie,” he said. “I need you to tell me everything that happened with Max.”
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A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 17
Summary: The truth is out about David, and he can no longer be with Michael. The fear of Max's influence is far too strong for him to fight back. But the bond the Emersons have built with the vampires is far too strong to keep them all a part for long. They're family, through and through.
TW: Chapter contains mentions of abuse, a breakup, depression and threats
I want to thank everyone who has been so patient with me and what has become yearly updates for this fic. If you haven't seen it already, I have officially announced that I will be completing this fic before the end of the year! I made a vow to finish my story, and I am determined to keep that promise. Please hang in there a little longer, as the end is closer in sight!
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It was incredibly bizarre to see such a drastic change in David's behavior. The boys were used to seeing their leader as a confident, mischievous and fun-loving guy. Someone who always knew what to do. The best person to call all the shots without a second thought.
Now it was like looking at a stranger.
For over a week now, David had isolated himself deep within the cave under Hudson's Bluff. He had shut himself away in one of the ancient, decaying rooms from the fallen hotel. All he did night in and night out was hide under a dusty quilt and blast music from his boombox to drown out the world. Normally his taste was pure, hot rock and roll, with plenty of loud drums and shredding electric guitars. But he simply didn't have the energy for such music. He instead found solace in the country station, his heartache gravitating towards the crooning blues.
It was the closest thing he could get to being with Michael again. Being away from him and his family gave him a sense of homesickness that he never experienced before. All he wanted was to hear Michael's beautiful singing voice. He longed for that familiar drawl of country songs that soothed his darkened soul. But this was the best he could do.
Quite a few sad song were playing on the radio tonight. David's chest ached when the sorrowful tune of Gary Stewart crackled through the speakers.
I never intended
For it to go this far
I don't think I can get off
From where we are
Some time to waste
So just a taste
Was all, that I had planned
And I never intended
For it to get so
Out of hand
The universe certainly had a cruel sense of humor.
David was so lost in his somber thoughts that he didn’t notice that the music had caught the ears of his pack mates, luring them into his room. Marko, Dwayne and Paul watched their leader with worried looks in their eyes.
“You doin’ okay, bud?” Paul asked.
The platinum blond barely moved an inch to look over at the boys. Even just seeing them out of the corner of his eye was enough to rope him deeper into his depression. Though their wounds had healed fully and their bodies were strong once again, David couldn’t stop picturing how mutilated they were that night at Max’s house. They were already undead beings, but in that moment they truly looked like the embodiment of the walking dead. It terrified him more than he would ever admit.
“No,” he answered curtly, “I’m pretty fuckin’ far from ‘okay’, Paul.”
“Hey man, he was just asking,” Marko piped up. “No need to bite our heads off for checking in on our friend.”
David groaned, pinching his eyes shut in frustration. He couldn’t deny that Marko was speaking the truth. Lashing out at his brothers would not fix the loss of their new family. He begrudgingly sat up in the bed to get a better look at his boys. His muscles ached from finally moving after so many nights of being completely stagnant.
“You’re right. ‘m sorry, Paulie,” he apologized.
The three Lost Boys all made their way closer, each sitting by David on his makeshift nest to provide him with a little extra comfort in the company.
“It’s all good, Davey. We’re just...worried. That’s all.”
“We haven’t seen you hunt for yourself in days. Do you need us to bring a body or two?” Dwayne offered.
David felt the corners of his lips turn upward ever-so-slightly. It was a minuscule change in his appearance, but it at least helped the boys feel like they were making some progress with him. No matter what happened, they’d always take care of their leader, just as he did for them.
“No no, I’ve been using the bottle,” David explained, lazily pointing a finger over at the nightstand. “After all, it’s not like we’re gonna need it for...them.”
Even though he didn’t speak their names out loud, a sharp pain shot through David’s heart at the mere mention of the Emerson family. It wasn’t just Michael he missed, but also Lucy, Grandpa and even Sam. Memories of their nightly dinners together taunted him whenever he closed his eyes. The warmth of the kitchen, the drawl in their laughter, and the soothing notes of a guitar and fiddle to help them all wind down for the night. It was all haunting him like a ghost.
The memories were enough to make the corners of his icy eyes leak with tears.
“Aw man, don’t cry, David!” Paul pouted, wrapping an arm around his pack mate. Dwayne was already reaching for a handkerchief from his jacket pocket before the first tear could fall down David’s pale cheek.
“I’m fine,” David insisted, despite taking the fabric from Dwayne so he could swiftly dry his eyes. “I just….damn, is it silly if I say I’m homesick? ‘Cause I am home in our cave with you guys. So why should I-”
“Stop that,” Marko interrupted. “Don’t downplay how you feel about this, David. We totally understand how you feel.”
He glanced at Dwayne and Paul, recognizing the shared somber looks on their faces. The way they were gazing back at him was enough of to clue him in on how he must have looked the same way.
“We miss them too.”
It wasn’t very long ago that the boys would have laughed at the mere idea of enjoying a domestic lifestyle with a bunch of bright-eyed farm-folk from the heart of Texas. Now they were grieving the departure from their beloved family.
No amount of bloodshed from the residents of Santa Carla could fill their stomachs in a way that Lucy’s cooking could. The silence of the caves was deafening compared to the thunderous gallops and strong whinnying of the horses they hadn’t heard for some time now. It had been so easy to become part of the Emerson’s, but so very painful to leave them. Not even the cruelty from Max could match such emotional agony.
“I fucking hate that bastard,” David growled, snatching up the bottle. His tight grip made the glass shake between his fingers. His claws were creeping out of his nail beds, threatening to scratch along the surface. “I should have wrung his neck years ago. If I hadn’t been so goddamn scared of Max all this time, I could have freed us all. We’d finally get to be vampires without a master. Michael and I...we could have been together...we...DAMMIT!”
A crash echoed off the walls as David hurled the bottle at the nearest pillar. Anger boiled in his blood, enraging him enough to throw away the very thing that turned him into the monster he was today. Shards of glass scattered across the dusty floor, the crimson liquid that was once trapped now spilling into every direction. The boys were in shock, not used to seeing their leader in such a rage.
David was stunned with silence, taken by surprise at his own actions. He truly hadn’t been thinking in that moment. Max had him seeing red, and it made him act out as a result. It was such a surprise to himself that he hadn’t even noticed that tears were falling down his stubbled face again.
“I...I’m sorry, boys…”
Overwhelmed by the whole ordeal, David allowed the three other vampires to hold him. They kept him safe and calm as they each whispered gentle words to him. Their leader had been through so much, and no matter what happened, they would do whatever it took to help him face this terrible heartbreak. The Lost Boys always stood by one another, through thick and thin.
Little did they know that someone else had been watching them closely from the shadows. Another friend who was ready to help David too. None of the boys had even noticed the small figure disappear from the entrance of the room, swiftly taking off into the night.
The Emerson household had never been this quiet before. Without the spark of family gatherings and jam sessions to keep him going, Michael had lost his sense of joy. Every day was a monotonous cycle for him. When he wasn’t cooped up in his room, he was doing his daily chores in total silence. He didn’t even have the will to hum a little tune to himself.
Michael just didn’t see the point in trying to stay positive when his whole world was falling apart at the seams.
His entire understanding of reality was flipped completely upside down, opening a floodgate of questions that swirled and thrashed around in his head. How many vampires were there in Santa Carla? In the world? Were there other monsters? Had he already met some and didn't realize? It was enough to give him a skull-numbing headache the further he let his mind wander.
But even with this whirlwind of questions swarming around him, there was something far more important to him that he wished to give all his attention. David.
He could still picture the glow of those inhuman eyes so clearly. The ferocity of a killer behind the mask of a human. With those deadly claws and fangs, David could have easily torn him to shreds that night in the grotto. Hell, at any point in their time knowing one another, he could have massacred the entire Emerson family without a second thought.
But even when standing face-to-face with this dangerous creature, Michael could only focus on the truth in David's eyes. He had spent enough time around him to recognize when he was scared of something, and that something was the fear of hurting Michael. It kept the cowboy grounded in that moment, like a mighty anchor holding down a ship knocked around in a ferocious storm.
Underneath the danger and animalistic mannerisms, it was still David. The man he had fallen so deeply in love with. The sweet guy who helped Lucy with prepping ingredients and shared a cup of black coffee with his grandpa after dinner. His favorite person to croon country songs with after a hard day's work.
And now he was gone. Leaving a gaping hole in Michael's heart that ached with every memory that crossed his mind.
Even with the pain, Michael still had a life to live. Responsibilities to his family that he could not neglect. He would put on a smile for his beloved mother if she ever asked him to do something, and he would not burden her with the weight of his broken heart. Whether or not she noticed that his expression was nothing more than a false mask, that didn't matter to him.
Another work day had come and gone for the eldest Emerson boy. He tended to all the tasks and cared for all the animals. If he hadn't known any better, he could have sworn they could all tell that something was wrong. They all watched him a little more carefully as he cleaned up their pens each day. Like they were trying to figure out what was different. He was sure to give each critter a little scratch behind the ear to help put them at ease.
But perhaps it couldn't hurt to take some time to himself. If everyone around him was noticing the dark cloud that lingered, then maybe it was about time he actually did something about it. Get all those dreary thoughts out of his head so that he could actually think clearly.
Once he was showered and bundled up in his best Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt and pajama pants, Michael took hold of his trusty guitar and made his way out to the front porch. The instrument case had a faint layer of dust growing over the leather material; a physical sign of the neglect it had been through over the course of his blue spell.
Michael perched himself on top of his favorite wicker lounge chair. The ratty seat cushion sunk under his weight and the material of the arm rest crackled when he leaned back. A tired sigh fell from his lips as he half-heartedly tuned the guitar. Only one song came to his mind for a night like this. Something from the same singer who kickstarted the very relationship he had with David.
Time for some Hank Williams.
“I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry”
It hurt. Wounded him. A stab in his heart with every chord and strum. But Michael kept going with the song. Even if it felt like it would just about kill him. He needed this. He needed to keep going.
“Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die?
Like me, he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome, I could cry”
“The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome, I could cry”
Michael's fingers trembled against the steel strings of his guitar. One little song had already left him feeling terribly miserable. Even moreso than before, and he didn’t even think that was possible. His singing did not carry the same way it usually did. The air around simply felt too silent without the rasp of David's voice following along with his own.
It made him wonder if it was even worth it to keep playing at all if his only option was to go at it alone.
He let out a groan, setting the guitar down by the side of his chair. He slumped further into the material of the chair and let his legs dangle lazily off the arm rest. There was just no point of doing anything else. He couldn't bring himself to even care if he fell asleep outside with nothing but the cold, autumn air.
The only thing that concerned him was whether or not his dreams would taunt him with visions of David. It was a gamble between sweet moments of being together again, and nightmares of those blood red eyes glaring right at him.
But Michael didn’t get the chance to find out.
“Mike?”
Just as quickly as they fell shut, his blue eyes opened up again the moment he heard the sound of a familiar voice. Doing so allowed him to see his little brother, standing awkwardly by the door leading out to the porch. He too was wearing a Cowboys shirt, albeit one that fit him more loosely. The older Emerson boy recognized it as something he wore back when he was younger. Until Sam had a growth spurt, he’d be drowning in the fabric of Michael’s old hand-me-downs.
It put a little flicker of joy in Michael’s spirit again. A spark of hope.
“Sammy,” he said, straightening up a bit. “Howdy there, stranger. Feels like I haven’t seen seen ya in a long while. Missed ya, bud.”
“Yeah...I’m sorry ‘bout that…”
Michael frowned at his brother, disappointed in himself for not being able to get a happier reaction out of him. It was bad enough he was tending to a broken heart. He didn’t want to bring his brother down with him too.
“Listen, I know things have been...different lately,” Michael explained. “I know you miss the others. I wanna tell ya what happened, but it’s just so…”
“Fucked?”
Michael snorted in amusement.
“Complicated, is what I was gonna say.”
Sam leaned against the worn-out, wooden exterior of the house and ran a hand nervously through his sun-kissed, wavy hair. He seemed like he had something to say, but didn’t know how to go about finding the right words for it. Michael completely understood the feeling. He had all the patience in the world for his baby brother, and he’d keep it going as long as he needed to figure things out.
That’s what big brothers did. And he was there to listen carefully once Sam started to find his words.
“Actually, Mike...I...need to tell you something…about Da-”
“HEY!”
Any conversation that may have taken place between the brothers was swiftly cut short the moment they heard the call of a new voice. Their heads whipped around towards the direction it came from, leading towards the gravel path of their driveway. To the surprise of both of them, it was a smaller figure. One that was swiftly headed towards their house.
Both sets of eyes widened when the realized just who had come to see them.
“Laddie??” Michael called out. He swiftly stood up from his seat, ready to greet the little boy that he hadn’t seen in so very long. The boy’s long hair tussled back and forth with each step across the road. His smaller frame made the short distance seem longer, but it was probably nothing compared to how far he must have traveled.
The moment Michael stepped off the porch, Laddie finally met him with an eager hug. For a little guy, he had quite a tight grip. But it didn’t bother him one bit. Michael couldn’t fight the smile spreading on his face as he lifted the boy up, pulling him into a bear hug and spinning him around in a circle. He had missed his little buddy much more than he realized.
“What are you doin’ here, ya crazy kid?” he asked, finally putting him back down on the ground. Michael kneeled down to meet Laddie at eye-level.
“Had to talk to you!” the little boy explained. His brown eyes were big and shiny with the eagerness that reflected in them. “Star does too!”
Much like an actor taking their cue to go on stage, another figure immediately came running up the driveway. One with a longer, feminine frame and curls for days. Even before she came close to the porch, he could hear her huffing and puffing. No doubt she was tired from trying to catch up with the little ball of energy.
“Laddie, you cannot keep doing this!” Star shouted. “You have to actually tell me where you’re going before you go off!”
“I’m sorry!” Laddie pouted, leaning onto Michael for comfort.
The older boy got back up to his normal level, ready to greet his other friend. He had one hand on Laddie, and was reaching out the other to embrace Star.
“STOP RIGHT THERE!”
The three of them instantly froze in place, shocked by the sudden interruption of their happy reunion. Sam had jumped from his spot on the porch and threw himself in between his brother and Star. In his hands was the broom that was usually set up against the wall when a good sweeping was needed. But for the time being, he was holding it up like he would a baseball bat. Brandishing a cleaning item as a weapon was most certainly common for the Emerson family.
“You stay away from my brother, ya she-devil!” he sneered. “Ya ain’t takin’ no blood tonight! Not on my goddamn watch!”
“Sammy! What’s gotten-” Michael paused. Then the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. “YOU KNEW THEY WERE VAMPIRES?”
Now it was Sam’s turn to feel surprise of such an aggressive reaction. He turned back to his brother, eyes wide with bewilderment. The broom was still in his grasp, albeit a bit more loose.
“Shit...I…was gonna tell ya, Mike...” he said. “That night that David left after meetin’ Cookie, I went outside to check on him. I saw him FLY. Like somethin’ outta my damn comics!”
Michael felt like he his legs were going to give out. His stomach was practically doing flip-flops and his head throbbed from the headache beginning to bloom. The poor boy had to pass Laddie over to Star in case there was a risk of fainting and falling over onto the kid.
“Why in the God-fearing hell didn’t you tell me sooner?!” Michael asked.
“Were you even gonna believe me if I told you?” Sam shot back. “Mike, I tried to tell ya about Max, but you weren’t listenin’ when I was tellin’ the truth!”
Though Star did her best to hold Laddie back from the brothers and their spat, hearing that name was enough to rile him up some more. He wiggled out of her grasp, and made himself heard once again.
“Max!” he squeaked. “That’s who hurt them!”
Silence.
It hit them all like an ice cold bucket of water to a campfire. Fizzling out any fight or tension that was starting to burn. Michael and Sam ceased their back-and-forth squabbling as they took in what the little one had said. Max.
Now more than ever, Michael was feeling as serious as a heart attack. He calmly took the broom from Sam’s hand, and set it down on the ground. Just as he did before, he knelt down to Laddie’s eye level, blue eyes meeting brown. He only hoped that the fear racing throughout his body wasn’t showing up on his face as he spoke.
“Laddie,” he said. “I need you to tell me everything that happened with Max.”
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A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 17
Summary: The truth is out about David, and he can no longer be with Michael. The fear of Max's influence is far too strong for him to fight back. But the bond the Emersons have built with the vampires is far too strong to keep them all a part for long. They're family, through and through.
TW: Chapter contains mentions of abuse, a breakup, depression and threats
I want to thank everyone who has been so patient with me and what has become yearly updates for this fic. If you haven't seen it already, I have officially announced that I will be completing this fic before the end of the year! I made a vow to finish my story, and I am determined to keep that promise. Please hang in there a little longer, as the end is closer in sight!
Songs from chapter HERE and HERE
Previous Chapter Next Chapter
It was incredibly bizarre to see such a drastic change in David's behavior. The boys were used to seeing their leader as a confident, mischievous and fun-loving guy. Someone who always knew what to do. The best person to call all the shots without a second thought.
Now it was like looking at a stranger.
For over a week now, David had isolated himself deep within the cave under Hudson's Bluff. He had shut himself away in one of the ancient, decaying rooms from the fallen hotel. All he did night in and night out was hide under a dusty quilt and blast music from his boombox to drown out the world. Normally his taste was pure, hot rock and roll, with plenty of loud drums and shredding electric guitars. But he simply didn't have the energy for such music. He instead found solace in the country station, his heartache gravitating towards the crooning blues.
It was the closest thing he could get to being with Michael again. Being away from him and his family gave him a sense of homesickness that he never experienced before. All he wanted was to hear Michael's beautiful singing voice. He longed for that familiar drawl of country songs that soothed his darkened soul. But this was the best he could do.
Quite a few sad song were playing on the radio tonight. David's chest ached when the sorrowful tune of Gary Stewart crackled through the speakers.
I never intended
For it to go this far
I don't think I can get off
From where we are
Some time to waste
So just a taste
Was all, that I had planned
And I never intended
For it to get so
Out of hand
The universe certainly had a cruel sense of humor.
David was so lost in his somber thoughts that he didn’t notice that the music had caught the ears of his pack mates, luring them into his room. Marko, Dwayne and Paul watched their leader with worried looks in their eyes.
“You doin’ okay, bud?” Paul asked.
The platinum blond barely moved an inch to look over at the boys. Even just seeing them out of the corner of his eye was enough to rope him deeper into his depression. Though their wounds had healed fully and their bodies were strong once again, David couldn’t stop picturing how mutilated they were that night at Max’s house. They were already undead beings, but in that moment they truly looked like the embodiment of the walking dead. It terrified him more than he would ever admit.
“No,” he answered curtly, “I’m pretty fuckin’ far from ‘okay’, Paul.”
“Hey man, he was just asking,” Marko piped up. “No need to bite our heads off for checking in on our friend.”
David groaned, pinching his eyes shut in frustration. He couldn’t deny that Marko was speaking the truth. Lashing out at his brothers would not fix the loss of their new family. He begrudgingly sat up in the bed to get a better look at his boys. His muscles ached from finally moving after so many nights of being completely stagnant.
“You’re right. ‘m sorry, Paulie,” he apologized.
The three Lost Boys all made their way closer, each sitting by David on his makeshift nest to provide him with a little extra comfort in the company.
“It’s all good, Davey. We’re just...worried. That’s all.”
“We haven’t seen you hunt for yourself in days. Do you need us to bring a body or two?” Dwayne offered.
David felt the corners of his lips turn upward ever-so-slightly. It was a minuscule change in his appearance, but it at least helped the boys feel like they were making some progress with him. No matter what happened, they’d always take care of their leader, just as he did for them.
“No no, I’ve been using the bottle,” David explained, lazily pointing a finger over at the nightstand. “After all, it’s not like we’re gonna need it for...them.”
Even though he didn’t speak their names out loud, a sharp pain shot through David’s heart at the mere mention of the Emerson family. It wasn’t just Michael he missed, but also Lucy, Grandpa and even Sam. Memories of their nightly dinners together taunted him whenever he closed his eyes. The warmth of the kitchen, the drawl in their laughter, and the soothing notes of a guitar and fiddle to help them all wind down for the night. It was all haunting him like a ghost.
The memories were enough to make the corners of his icy eyes leak with tears.
“Aw man, don’t cry, David!” Paul pouted, wrapping an arm around his pack mate. Dwayne was already reaching for a handkerchief from his jacket pocket before the first tear could fall down David’s pale cheek.
“I’m fine,” David insisted, despite taking the fabric from Dwayne so he could swiftly dry his eyes. “I just….damn, is it silly if I say I’m homesick? ‘Cause I am home in our cave with you guys. So why should I-”
“Stop that,” Marko interrupted. “Don’t downplay how you feel about this, David. We totally understand how you feel.”
He glanced at Dwayne and Paul, recognizing the shared somber looks on their faces. The way they were gazing back at him was enough of to clue him in on how he must have looked the same way.
“We miss them too.”
It wasn’t very long ago that the boys would have laughed at the mere idea of enjoying a domestic lifestyle with a bunch of bright-eyed farm-folk from the heart of Texas. Now they were grieving the departure from their beloved family.
No amount of bloodshed from the residents of Santa Carla could fill their stomachs in a way that Lucy’s cooking could. The silence of the caves was deafening compared to the thunderous gallops and strong whinnying of the horses they hadn’t heard for some time now. It had been so easy to become part of the Emerson’s, but so very painful to leave them. Not even the cruelty from Max could match such emotional agony.
“I fucking hate that bastard,” David growled, snatching up the bottle. His tight grip made the glass shake between his fingers. His claws were creeping out of his nail beds, threatening to scratch along the surface. “I should have wrung his neck years ago. If I hadn’t been so goddamn scared of Max all this time, I could have freed us all. We’d finally get to be vampires without a master. Michael and I...we could have been together...we...DAMMIT!”
A crash echoed off the walls as David hurled the bottle at the nearest pillar. Anger boiled in his blood, enraging him enough to throw away the very thing that turned him into the monster he was today. Shards of glass scattered across the dusty floor, the crimson liquid that was once trapped now spilling into every direction. The boys were in shock, not used to seeing their leader in such a rage.
David was stunned with silence, taken by surprise at his own actions. He truly hadn’t been thinking in that moment. Max had him seeing red, and it made him act out as a result. It was such a surprise to himself that he hadn’t even noticed that tears were falling down his stubbled face again.
“I...I’m sorry, boys…”
Overwhelmed by the whole ordeal, David allowed the three other vampires to hold him. They kept him safe and calm as they each whispered gentle words to him. Their leader had been through so much, and no matter what happened, they would do whatever it took to help him face this terrible heartbreak. The Lost Boys always stood by one another, through thick and thin.
Little did they know that someone else had been watching them closely from the shadows. Another friend who was ready to help David too. None of the boys had even noticed the small figure disappear from the entrance of the room, swiftly taking off into the night.
The Emerson household had never been this quiet before. Without the spark of family gatherings and jam sessions to keep him going, Michael had lost his sense of joy. Every day was a monotonous cycle for him. When he wasn’t cooped up in his room, he was doing his daily chores in total silence. He didn’t even have the will to hum a little tune to himself.
Michael just didn’t see the point in trying to stay positive when his whole world was falling apart at the seams.
His entire understanding of reality was flipped completely upside down, opening a floodgate of questions that swirled and thrashed around in his head. How many vampires were there in Santa Carla? In the world? Were there other monsters? Had he already met some and didn't realize? It was enough to give him a skull-numbing headache the further he let his mind wander.
But even with this whirlwind of questions swarming around him, there was something far more important to him that he wished to give all his attention. David.
He could still picture the glow of those inhuman eyes so clearly. The ferocity of a killer behind the mask of a human. With those deadly claws and fangs, David could have easily torn him to shreds that night in the grotto. Hell, at any point in their time knowing one another, he could have massacred the entire Emerson family without a second thought.
But even when standing face-to-face with this dangerous creature, Michael could only focus on the truth in David's eyes. He had spent enough time around him to recognize when he was scared of something, and that something was the fear of hurting Michael. It kept the cowboy grounded in that moment, like a mighty anchor holding down a ship knocked around in a ferocious storm.
Underneath the danger and animalistic mannerisms, it was still David. The man he had fallen so deeply in love with. The sweet guy who helped Lucy with prepping ingredients and shared a cup of black coffee with his grandpa after dinner. His favorite person to croon country songs with after a hard day's work.
And now he was gone. Leaving a gaping hole in Michael's heart that ached with every memory that crossed his mind.
Even with the pain, Michael still had a life to live. Responsibilities to his family that he could not neglect. He would put on a smile for his beloved mother if she ever asked him to do something, and he would not burden her with the weight of his broken heart. Whether or not she noticed that his expression was nothing more than a false mask, that didn't matter to him.
Another work day had come and gone for the eldest Emerson boy. He tended to all the tasks and cared for all the animals. If he hadn't known any better, he could have sworn they could all tell that something was wrong. They all watched him a little more carefully as he cleaned up their pens each day. Like they were trying to figure out what was different. He was sure to give each critter a little scratch behind the ear to help put them at ease.
But perhaps it couldn't hurt to take some time to himself. If everyone around him was noticing the dark cloud that lingered, then maybe it was about time he actually did something about it. Get all those dreary thoughts out of his head so that he could actually think clearly.
Once he was showered and bundled up in his best Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt and pajama pants, Michael took hold of his trusty guitar and made his way out to the front porch. The instrument case had a faint layer of dust growing over the leather material; a physical sign of the neglect it had been through over the course of his blue spell.
Michael perched himself on top of his favorite wicker lounge chair. The ratty seat cushion sunk under his weight and the material of the arm rest crackled when he leaned back. A tired sigh fell from his lips as he half-heartedly tuned the guitar. Only one song came to his mind for a night like this. Something from the same singer who kickstarted the very relationship he had with David.
Time for some Hank Williams.
“I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry”
It hurt. Wounded him. A stab in his heart with every chord and strum. But Michael kept going with the song. Even if it felt like it would just about kill him. He needed this. He needed to keep going.
“Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die?
Like me, he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome, I could cry”
“The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome, I could cry”
Michael's fingers trembled against the steel strings of his guitar. One little song had already left him feeling terribly miserable. Even moreso than before, and he didn’t even think that was possible. His singing did not carry the same way it usually did. The air around simply felt too silent without the rasp of David's voice following along with his own.
It made him wonder if it was even worth it to keep playing at all if his only option was to go at it alone.
He let out a groan, setting the guitar down by the side of his chair. He slumped further into the material of the chair and let his legs dangle lazily off the arm rest. There was just no point of doing anything else. He couldn't bring himself to even care if he fell asleep outside with nothing but the cold, autumn air.
The only thing that concerned him was whether or not his dreams would taunt him with visions of David. It was a gamble between sweet moments of being together again, and nightmares of those blood red eyes glaring right at him.
But Michael didn’t get the chance to find out.
“Mike?”
Just as quickly as they fell shut, his blue eyes opened up again the moment he heard the sound of a familiar voice. Doing so allowed him to see his little brother, standing awkwardly by the door leading out to the porch. He too was wearing a Cowboys shirt, albeit one that fit him more loosely. The older Emerson boy recognized it as something he wore back when he was younger. Until Sam had a growth spurt, he’d be drowning in the fabric of Michael’s old hand-me-downs.
It put a little flicker of joy in Michael’s spirit again. A spark of hope.
“Sammy,” he said, straightening up a bit. “Howdy there, stranger. Feels like I haven’t seen seen ya in a long while. Missed ya, bud.”
“Yeah...I’m sorry ‘bout that…”
Michael frowned at his brother, disappointed in himself for not being able to get a happier reaction out of him. It was bad enough he was tending to a broken heart. He didn’t want to bring his brother down with him too.
“Listen, I know things have been...different lately,” Michael explained. “I know you miss the others. I wanna tell ya what happened, but it’s just so…”
“Fucked?”
Michael snorted in amusement.
“Complicated, is what I was gonna say.”
Sam leaned against the worn-out, wooden exterior of the house and ran a hand nervously through his sun-kissed, wavy hair. He seemed like he had something to say, but didn’t know how to go about finding the right words for it. Michael completely understood the feeling. He had all the patience in the world for his baby brother, and he’d keep it going as long as he needed to figure things out.
That’s what big brothers did. And he was there to listen carefully once Sam started to find his words.
“Actually, Mike...I...need to tell you something…about Da-”
“HEY!”
Any conversation that may have taken place between the brothers was swiftly cut short the moment they heard the call of a new voice. Their heads whipped around towards the direction it came from, leading towards the gravel path of their driveway. To the surprise of both of them, it was a smaller figure. One that was swiftly headed towards their house.
Both sets of eyes widened when the realized just who had come to see them.
“Laddie??” Michael called out. He swiftly stood up from his seat, ready to greet the little boy that he hadn’t seen in so very long. The boy’s long hair tussled back and forth with each step across the road. His smaller frame made the short distance seem longer, but it was probably nothing compared to how far he must have traveled.
The moment Michael stepped off the porch, Laddie finally met him with an eager hug. For a little guy, he had quite a tight grip. But it didn’t bother him one bit. Michael couldn’t fight the smile spreading on his face as he lifted the boy up, pulling him into a bear hug and spinning him around in a circle. He had missed his little buddy much more than he realized.
“What are you doin’ here, ya crazy kid?” he asked, finally putting him back down on the ground. Michael kneeled down to meet Laddie at eye-level.
“Had to talk to you!” the little boy explained. His brown eyes were big and shiny with the eagerness that reflected in them. “Star does too!”
Much like an actor taking their cue to go on stage, another figure immediately came running up the driveway. One with a longer, feminine frame and curls for days. Even before she came close to the porch, he could hear her huffing and puffing. No doubt she was tired from trying to catch up with the little ball of energy.
“Laddie, you cannot keep doing this!” Star shouted. “You have to actually tell me where you’re going before you go off!”
“I’m sorry!” Laddie pouted, leaning onto Michael for comfort.
The older boy got back up to his normal level, ready to greet his other friend. He had one hand on Laddie, and was reaching out the other to embrace Star.
“STOP RIGHT THERE!”
The three of them instantly froze in place, shocked by the sudden interruption of their happy reunion. Sam had jumped from his spot on the porch and threw himself in between his brother and Star. In his hands was the broom that was usually set up against the wall when a good sweeping was needed. But for the time being, he was holding it up like he would a baseball bat. Brandishing a cleaning item as a weapon was most certainly common for the Emerson family.
“You stay away from my brother, ya she-devil!” he sneered. “Ya ain’t takin’ no blood tonight! Not on my goddamn watch!”
“Sammy! What’s gotten-” Michael paused. Then the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. “YOU KNEW THEY WERE VAMPIRES?”
Now it was Sam’s turn to feel surprise of such an aggressive reaction. He turned back to his brother, eyes wide with bewilderment. The broom was still in his grasp, albeit a bit more loose.
“Shit...I…was gonna tell ya, Mike...” he said. “That night that David left after meetin’ Cookie, I went outside to check on him. I saw him FLY. Like somethin’ outta my damn comics!”
Michael felt like he his legs were going to give out. His stomach was practically doing flip-flops and his head throbbed from the headache beginning to bloom. The poor boy had to pass Laddie over to Star in case there was a risk of fainting and falling over onto the kid.
“Why in the God-fearing hell didn’t you tell me sooner?!” Michael asked.
“Were you even gonna believe me if I told you?” Sam shot back. “Mike, I tried to tell ya about Max, but you weren’t listenin’ when I was tellin’ the truth!”
Though Star did her best to hold Laddie back from the brothers and their spat, hearing that name was enough to rile him up some more. He wiggled out of her grasp, and made himself heard once again.
“Max!” he squeaked. “That’s who hurt them!”
Silence.
It hit them all like an ice cold bucket of water to a campfire. Fizzling out any fight or tension that was starting to burn. Michael and Sam ceased their back-and-forth squabbling as they took in what the little one had said. Max.
Now more than ever, Michael was feeling as serious as a heart attack. He calmly took the broom from Sam’s hand, and set it down on the ground. Just as he did before, he knelt down to Laddie’s eye level, blue eyes meeting brown. He only hoped that the fear racing throughout his body wasn’t showing up on his face as he spoke.
“Laddie,” he said. “I need you to tell me everything that happened with Max.”
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A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 16
Summary: After receiving a distress call from the boys, David faces his master head-on in a confrontation. However, it's Max that has the upper hand, as he gives David an ultimatum that he cannot refuse. If he does, it may hurt the love of his life.
TW: Chapter contains mentions of abuse, blood, physical violence, domestic violence, vampire powers, threats, pushing a loved one away, and manipulation
This is a very special chapter, as certain secrets are about to be revealed. I hope y'all are ready for this~
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Never before had David flown so fast. He didn't care about the sharp, cold air nipping at his face or the whipping winds practically pounding in his ears. Hell, he didn't even care if someone happened to look up and see him flying across the night sky.
All he cared about was getting to Max's house as soon as physically possible. His brothers were in danger and nothing else mattered.
The sheer speed of his flight was enough to get him to the house in a matter of minutes. By the time he burst through the front door, he was heaving from being so out of breath. Across the room in a sleek, leather chair sat the man himself. Max was remarkably calm, considering David had practically kicked his door down. In one hand he held his favorite smoking pipe, and in the other he had a book open. To any other person, he was the picture of an all-American, wholesome father figure.
David would never accept such an image. Max was a monster, through and through.
"Why David, what a surprise!" the older vampire greeted him, a smile stretched across his face as he looked up from the page he was on. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I am so not in the mood for these games, Max," David spat. He stormed over to his sire, smacking the book out of his hand and letting it fall to the ground. "Where are they? Where are the boys?!"
Max simply sighed at David's actions. He took hold of his glasses and brought them down to his shirt, carefully rubbing an invisible smudge with the fabric.
"You know, David, it would not kill you to start off with a simple 'hello' from time to time," he sighed. "I should have known this was going to happen. They've clearly only encouraged your terrible manners. This entire plan I had was just one big mistake."
"Don’t blame the boys for the way I am! They didn’t do any-"
"I'm not talking about your brothers," Max interrupted. "I'm talking about the Emersons."
Any anger that David had felt in that moment had stopped in its tracks. It had been quite a while since Max had brought up Michael and his family. He was certain that the party crashing had made his sire shut up permanently about his plans for the humans.
He must have been displaying his confusion quite obviously because Max continued with a more thorough explanation.
"Yes, my boy, your old man did in fact make a mistake. I know I'm not the best at admitting when I'm wrong, but I certainly was this time. I shouldn't have pushed for this plan to blend our families together. I'm glad you didn't end up changing Michael."
David cocked an eyebrow in confusion. Never in all the decades he had followed Max and his commands did he ever hear an actual, genuine apology. His sire would always insist he knew best or that his plans would always work out in the grand scheme of things.
Hearing Max admit to being wrong was so gratifying. If he hadn't been worried sick about the others, he would have had the biggest, shit-eating grin on his face. Instead, all he could do was express some skepticism.
"And why do you say that?"
"Well, isn't it obvious? Their family is....how do I put this nicely....uncouth."
David could feel his gloves tighten around his fingers as he unintentionally squeezed them into a fist. Any negative talk towards the Emersons royally pissed him off. Michael and his family were the best thing to ever happen to him in his life. They were a far better family than Max could ever dream of being.
"Excuse me?"
"Am I wrong?" Max continued, crossing a leg over his knee and leaning back in his chair. "They're loud, obnoxious, crass, and to be perfectly honest, I loathe that trash they call music. I thought Lucy was a darling little southern lady, but she just encourages those hooligans she calls her sons. I think it would be best for everyone if I were to simply move on to something else."
"So...you're not gonna have me pester Michael about sharing the blood?"
Max shook his head, that damn smile still stuck on his face. David was getting sick of looking at it. Max would have been more convincing if he were wearing a mask rather than attempting to show genuine, positive expression.
"Correct. We needn't bother with such company," Max explained. "You can go ahead and stop spending time with them. It won't be necessary any longer."
The blond vampire didn't even bother to hold back the scoff that came out of his mouth. He couldn't believe the audacity of his sire. Their blood bond aside, the man could not control the choices that he made. All of the Lost Boys loved the Emerson family far too much just to ditch them like Max would.
"Oh, fuck off!" David snapped. "You can't stop me from spending time with them, Max. I do whatever I want, whenever I want. I'm sick of you and your stupid rules. Punish me all you want, but you're never gonna change who I am, old man. So back off!"
"Now you know well and good that this kind of behavior isn't becoming of a vampire your age," Max scolded. His glasses had been discarded, forgotten on the side table next to his chair. The smile he once wore had swiftly morphed into a deeply disappointed frown.
"Your brothers would certainly agree. After all, I've given them a very rigorous lesson on what is to be expected of them as my spawn."
In a brief moment, David’s world came to a screeching halt.
His body froze over with an icy shot of terror running through his veins. His hands went clammy and began to tremble. The worst thoughts and scenarios flashed in his mind like some kind of grotesque horror movie.
"What....wh-what did you do?"
"The same thing I do whenever you cause trouble for me," he said. "I punished them."
Once again, the sinister smile had returned to his face. It only worsened David's fears.
"Oh, boys!" Max called out, not breaking his eye contact with David. "You can come out now. Come say hello to your brother."
The silent air slowly filled with the soft sounds of footsteps from down the hall. As they got closer to the room, the more obvious it became that something wasn't right. When the boys finally stepped into the room, it was clear to David why exactly that was.
Dwayne, Marko and Paul were practically dragging themselves along. They all were either limping, hobbling or just off balance with their movements. If their pained movements weren't enough a clue that they'd been through something, then their appearances certainly were.
David was horrified to see that his boys had been battered and beaten. Their eyes were swollen almost completely shut with black eyes already taking form. Dried blood was smeared across their scalps, noses and lips from the gashes carved into their skin. Bruises were blooming over their jaws and around their necks. The patterns clearly showed that someone had tried to choke them out. Their clothing was tattered and covered in gore, much like they were after a hunt. But the dark color of the stains and the slight shimmer in the light told David that it was their own blood, not that of a human. All three of them looked utterly exhausted, barely left with any strength to stay standing upright.
His heart ached in his chest, devastated to see such pain. A thick lump caught in his throat as he could feel the tug of tears ready to fall from his eyes.
"Y-You..."
"Oh no no, I can't take the credit for this," Max nonchalantly explained. "I didn't lay a single finger on them. I can assure you they did this to themselves. Or rather....did this to each other."
Max's brown eyes briefly flashed to gold, a clever way of showing that he had exercised the power of control he had over the boys and their minds. A closer look towards their hands proved that Max was being truthful. All of them had bruised and bloodied knuckles. Flecks of red and mauled skin were stuck under their fingernails.
A thick, bitter flavor shot up David's throat, making him sick from the disgust he felt in the pit of his stomach.
"Wh....why....wh-why would you d-do this...?"
Max tutted and rose from his chair, his height dwarfing David as it always did. He reached out to cup a hand over David's shoulder. The younger vampire was powerless to stop him or move away. The haunting sight of his family beaten within an inch of their lives had paralyzed him.
"I believe I made myself perfectly clear when I said there were consequences when you do not listen to me, son." Max stated. The sharp tips of his claws were making an appearance once again. They threatened to dig into David's skin under the coat, just as they did at the video store.
"Here's what you're going to do. You're going to take your brothers home, help them feed until they've fully healed, and then you will go about your life like normal. You will not ever speak to the Emerson family again, especially Michael. If I ever find out that you do, then I suppose I'll have to extend my methods to him as well. Then again, I don't know how well he could handle it, given that he's human."
There was no holding back the tears now. Thick, warm drops swiftly fell down his pale cheeks, the dread of what Max could possibly do to Michael overwhelming his senses. He would rather drop dead than let any harm come to the man he loved.
David could not speak. He was certain his silent tears would become terrible sobs if he tried. So, all he did was nod. Accept the words of his sire, and seal his fate. The idea of life without Michael was his worst nightmare, but he wouldn't dare put him in any danger. If not for his sake, then for the sake of his vampire brethren.
"Very good. You three are free to go," Max spoke to the injured spawn.
In a mere second, the boys crashed down to the wooden floor they stood on. They cried and winced as the sudden force of gravity worsened the pain they were in. It was like watching puppets get their strings sliced off. Such an act was all too fitting for a man like Max. That's all his children were to him. Puppets to control and then toss to the side when he grew tired of using them.
While Dwayne was able to gather enough strength to slowly lift himself back up and aid Paul, Marko was still in far too much pain to even attempt to get back up. David rushed to him in a flash, wrapping his arm around the back and throwing one of Marko's arms over his shoulder so he could lean on him for support. Blood quickly began to soak into the side of his jacket. Even through the thick fabric he could feel that the bones in Marko’s arm were broken.
It killed him to see his boys in this state. They horror they must have experienced being forced by their master to hurt one another. It broke his heart.
Still, he couldn't bring himself to think about how much worse of a heartbreak Michael was going to face. This was the most despicable situation he could have ever found himself in. And Max knew that all too well. He only hoped his sire would leave the human and his family out of this if he did in fact stay away.
"Let's go home, guys," David said somberly. It would be the first time in a long while that they would head to their cave at the bluffs and not the warm, cozy home of the Emersons. They were going to be worried about the boys not showing up, but there was simply nothing they could do.
David only hoped they would find it in their hearts to forgive him someday.
"Any sign of them yet?"
"I'm sorry, Michael, but they still haven't been around."
The weekend had come and gone, and Michael hadn't seen his boyfriend or friends the entire time. He had waited patiently that first night for the boys to return home and meet Cookie the cow. David had seemed so enthusiastic about his buddies meeting the newest calf on the farm.
So, when the nighttime slowly morphed into morning and they still weren't home, he understandably got confused. When he noticed that the Triumph was still parked in the driveway, he started to get worried. He took his ATV out at the first light of dawn to go looking around Santa Carla for them. With the wind in his hair and fear in his stomach, Michael was determined to make sure they were okay.
When he went by the cave and found their hangout space empty, he decided to scour every inch of the city that he could possibly find. The beach, the boardwalk, the trails, the woods, and every store and business in sight. Since they liked to go by Max's video store the most, he popped in to ask Maria to keep an eye out for them. He even asked that she give him a call if necessary.
To his dismay, there hadn't been any sign of them. Maria knew how much they meant to Michael. It was such a shame to see him so dismayed as they talked over the counter at the video store.
"You seen Max 'round here either?" he asked her. Even if he hated the guy, that was still David's father. If he was around, then David had to be too.
"Actually, Max took some vacation time," Maria explained. "It's been a bit calmer lately now that school is back in session, so he's just taking some downtime."
"I see," Michael sighed. "Well just give my mama a call if you see them before I do."
Maria nodded, sympathetic to his situation. He gave her a wave ‘goodbye’ as he shuffled out of the store, the disappointment weighing heavy on him as he did so. It just didn't make sense to him. It was as if the boys vanished into thin air, but he knew it really wasn't like them.
Dreadful thoughts danced around in his mind, fueled by his anxiety of the worst possible situations. Even if it turned out they were perfectly fine, he still missed them terribly. Dinners at home were a lot more silent, and he couldn't bring himself to pick up his guitar without David there to play along with him.
Their absence was affecting the rest of the family too. Lucy still cooked grand meals, but sadly had to put more food in the leftover containers each night since there were less mouths to feed. Sam hadn't even spoken to anyone since the night David left. He'd shut himself in his room, not talking to anyone unless it was the Frog brothers over the phone. Grandpa insisted they’d be back soon, but there was a touch of uncertainty in his voice.
It was all just so lonely and hopeless without the others in their family circle. All Michael could do about it was drag his boots along the planks of the boardwalk and hang his head in sorrow. He imagined he looked just like a lonesome little hound dog. All sad, puppy eyes and pitiful-looking pouts. Michael just couldn’t take this. He just wanted his Huckleberry back.
He would have kept on going if something hadn't caught his attention on the boardwalk.
Off to the side, practically hidden in the shadows behind a chain-link fence were two bright-colored shapes. Michael raised an eyebrow in curiosity. He wasn't sure what he was looking at, but he was rather interested in seeing what it could be.
Michael moved past the light crowds of people as he got closer and closer to the spot he had his eye on. When he finally got up to it, he realized just what it was he was looking at.
Flowers. Long, green stems with a full bloom of petals. They boasted bright shades that rivaled that of the sunset he saw every day. He didn't expect to find such unique flowers in such a random spot, especially in autumn.
He sighed to himself, reminiscing about that special first date he had with David. Seeing these flowers reminded him of the lovely rose he was gifted. It seemed that everywhere he turned there was something that sparked a memory he shared with David. It was a rather bittersweet experience to say the least.
“David…” he sighed to himself. “I wish I knew where y-”
His words cut off without him even realizing. The train of thought was lost once it dawned on him what flowers he was looking at. Foxtail lilies.
Foxtail.
Without a second thought, Michael sprinted off back to where he left his ATV parked, kicking up dust and dirt as he went. He had to move as fast as he could push himself to go.
He knew where to find David.
Another cigarette was lit up to smoke. Was it his tenth or eleventh? The pack was getting light, but David didn’t even bother to keep track. All he’d done since he woke for the night was hide away from the world and smoke by himself at Foxtail Grotto.
The others were still healing after their gruesome night at Max’s house. David had hidden them as deep as possible in the caves so that nobody would possibly find them during their recovery. Not even Star or Laddie were allowed to see them. It would have been traumatizing for them to see the boys in such a state.
He must have brought at least two dozen victims to their hideout for a thorough draining. Any vagrant, nobody or tourist he could find was fed to his wounded friends. They all drank heavily and slept through both daytime and night, allowing their bodies to repair themselves with the power of the blood.
Still, their journey to recovery wasn’t done quite yet. Max had made sure the damage they inflicted was thorough. The boys still had some bruises and cuts to heal up. David only wished their suffering would end faster.
When he wasn’t taking care of them, he was all alone in the wilderness. His thoughts were so jumbled that it was the only thing he could bring himself to do. All the while he couldn’t stop thinking about Michael. What Max had demanded of him was possibly the worst punishment he’d ever given David. He would have happily taken a beating of his own if it meant he could still be with Michael.
To his dismay, Max’s word was final. He could never see his true family again. He wouldn’t allow more people he loved to get hurt. The best thing he could do for their safety was stay away from them.
But that didn’t mean Michael was going to do the same.
The familiar roar of an engine filled the otherwise silent landscape. David whipped his head around in surprise, the headlights of a red ATV shining directly on him. The fresh cigarette slipped out of his fingers and snuffed out in the sand at his feet.
“DAVID!” a southern drawl called to him. Out from the shadows came Michael, sprinting towards David as fast as he could.
Before he could even get a word out, Michael body-slammed him with a massive bear hug. He gripped David’s shoulders and back tightly while pressing feverish kisses all over his cheek. When he finally let go, he nervously fumbled with his hat, trying to keep it from falling off.
“There you are! Hell almighty, you scared the goddamn shit out of me!” Michael scolded him. He sounded exhausted. “Where did you go? What happened to you??”
The brunet boy pulled away to get a better look at David’s face, desperate to look into those eyes again. Though the expression that looked back at him was not one of relief or happiness. It was more akin to fright. As if he had been worried about Michael finding him.
“How…how did you find me?”
“Well…it’s hard to forget a place like this after that special night we had, Huckleberry,” Michael smiled sheepishly.
David could hear the rush of the human’s heartbeat at the mention of such memory. He had missed that sound more than anything.
“No…” he said. “I’m not your Huckleberry. You can’t be here, Michael. I can’t do this with you.”
Michael’s head tilted slightly to the side while he raised an eyebrow. Surely he didn’t hear that right.
“David, what are you talkin’ bout? Is somethin’ wrong? Did I do somethin’ wrong?”
David wanted to pull him into his arms and never let go. Tell him that he could never do wrong by him. That he was always so happy to have the human boy in his life. But he just couldn't. All that he could think about was Max breaking Michael, in both body and spirit.
"No, Michael, it's nothing you did. It's me..." David explained. "We can't be together anymore....I don't love you..."
The silence hung thick in the air. David held his breath, waiting for his lie to sink in with Michael. It had to be enough to work properly.
"Yeah, nice try, slick," Michael smirked. "You wear your heart on your sleeve when it comes to how ya feel 'bout me."
Shit. He should have known that wasn't going to work. Michael was absolutely right, and not even his best attempt at lying could deny that. The blond let out an exasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose with his gloved fingers. It was difficult not to be frustrated with all of this.
"Look, darlin', whatever is goin' on, you can tell me. I can help y-"
"NO!" David snapped, raising his voice. "Dammit, Michael, this isn't some little problem you can fix! You need to stay away, or bad things are going to happen!"
Michael tensed at the sudden change of tone. David stepped away, turning his back to the human boy. He was running out of ideas, and he couldn't even think straight with Michael looking at him.
"I'm just gonna hurt you, Michael, and I can't let that happen. There's something dangerous that I deal with. Something that is gonna put your whole family at risk."
"David-"
"I'm serious! Go away, Michael, or you'll just make it worse."
"Why should I?"
"THIS IS WHY!"
A piercing screech rang out as David sharply snapped back around. His face had morphed into that of his vampiric appearance. His mouth stretched open to display the deadly row of fangs he had. The blue of his eyes had melted into the color of gold, with red, jagged lines taking over the white space.
This wasn’t how he wanted it to happen. Michael learning about the secret he carried. But it was all he could think of to get him away.
“JESUS FUCKIN’ CHRIST!” Michael yelped. He stumbled backward, his eyes widening in shock as he took in what he was seeing.
“I’m a vampire, Michael!” David hissed out. His voice was deeper and raspier than before. His back was hunched and his arms outstretched, showing off his predator stance that he’d use for hunts. “We all are! Me, the boys, Star, even Laddie. We’re killers, Michael. I’ve been slaughtering the innocents of Santa Carla before your goddamn grandpa was born!”
The heartbeat he heard from Michael before was now ramped up faster than ever. It was echoing in his skull with the fierceness of its pounding. What would have delighted him from any other person just made him feel worse in this situation.
“You should have listened to Sam and those Frog brats. Now go! Run away from the big, bad monster! Don’t ever come find me again!”
Surely this had to work. Michael could see all of the viscous beast he had locked away for months now. All those sweet images he once held of David being his lover would be replaced by the vision of a bloodsucking creature of the night. He’d get away as fast as he could, and David would never be at risk of putting him in any danger from Max ever again.
But that wasn’t what happened.
Michael stayed in place. Though sweat poured from his face and his body shook in terror, he didn’t run away. It could have easily blamed it on shock, so he tried even harder.
“GET OUT OF HERE, MICHAEL!” he growled, baring his fangs and talons even more now.
Still nothing. If anything, Michael’s reaction was only softening. His expression did not hold fear, but rather a deep sadness. As if he had…pity.
“D-David…”
“Goddammit, why won’t you leave me?” the vampire asked, the demonic tone slightly fading. Now he was the one struggling to hold his look properly. He could feel those pesky tears making an appearance once again.
Even in the face of a monster, Michael still had the same love in his heart. His entire understanding of the world and the reality of who was in his life was flipped upside down. Not even in his home state of Texas had such a wild thing happened to him.
But he just couldn’t look away. He couldn’t abandon David. Though his body felt the fear, his heart just wouldn’t deny the feelings he still had.
“Huckleberry…I-” he whispered.
David had enough. He couldn’t take this any longer. If Michael wouldn’t run, then he would instead.
With a swift turn of his body, David pushed himself off the ground and soared into the inky, night sky. Shadows covered his trail as he got away as fast as he could. If this was the last time he’d see Michael, it wouldn’t be the image of him completely gutted with heartache.
Little did he know that the human lover he had left behind was feeling the exact same way. All the love in the world for the monster he had shown himself to be.
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Idk if it counts for the blooper list LJ has, but when I saw the show back during previews (4/15), the light bulb for his motorcycle was burnt out during "Lost Boy"
Kind of fitting though! Without the light, he could lose his way. He's quite literally in the dark about things 👀
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Could i request some more lost boys Dwayne content? Maybe a oneshot with him and female!reader, something smutty? Kinda giving you freedom for whatever you wanna do with that. :) thanks!
The Dress
Dwayne x Fem!Reader
18+ MDNI
❦ moth’s note: first time writing predator/prey so it might suck lol but i hope you like it
❦ tags: smut, established relationship, predator/prey kink, outdoor sex, fingering, dress kink(?), unprotected p in v sex, dom!dwayne, he’s kinda mean ngl i love it, dwayne calls you slut and baby girl couple of times, feeding, pussy slaps
❦ word count: 1.4k
“Do you like it?” You spun in your dress. You had found it thrifting, you were surprised no one has bought it yet.
It was clearly supposed to be a wedding dress, it was plain but the lace and skirt caught your eye. It was a true diamond in the rough.
The dress looked almost identical to a dress on one of your romance novels, it was one Dwayne often looked at. The cut was low, there was a slit in the skirt, frills at the sleeves, it flowed beautifully.
“I’d like to see you in something like that.” he tapped the dress on the book cover.
“Really? I don’t know if i’ll look good as her in it…” You respond.
“No, you’d look better.” He grabbed you and sat you in his lap. “Look so pretty for me? Yeah? Chase you around in that dress?” Dwayne kissed your neck.
You smile and nod. “Yes Dwayne…”
Dwayne smiled and kissed you.
Dwayne bites his lip and nods. “Mmhmm. Love it baby.” His big hands trace up and down your figure. Dwayne lets out a moan.
You snicker. Guess you really do like it, big guy.” You say.
Dwayne kisses your neck and scrapes his fangs against your pulse. “Careful Y/n.”
“Thought you wanted this Dwayne… Wanted to take me… here and now?” You end with a sign song voice. Dwayne looks at you. His eyes were red.
He takes your hand and yanks towards the entrance of the cave.
“Where are we going?” You ask confused.
Dwayne helps settle you and your dress in the bike and gets on it himself. “We’re going for a ride.”
-
You breathing was getting heavy, your arms and legs were starting to ache as you ran through the forest as far as you could.
You rested behind a tree. You were sad your dress was now tarnished and ripped, but you knew the exact reason why you bought this dress, it wasn’t going to last long anyway.
A twitch my snaps. Dwayne. You could hear his heavy breathing.
“I know you’re here baby girl. Can smell your blood.” You hear him let out a big exhale.
Your heart started beating faster if possible and a rush ran through you. You smiles and bit your lip. You could run or you could stay here…
He was close judging by the sounds of his boots on the ground.
You decided to run…
You turn and look behind the tree, nothing there. Where was Dwayne?
This was it. As quietly as you could you stepped out. Nothing.
Suddenly a body was pressed behind yours, dragging you back against the tree, feeling you up and down, it was all so fast.
You calm a little as you realize it’s Dwayne.
His face is completely showing his vampire side. He was growling, he manhandled you up the tree, and turned you around.
“Did you like chasing me?” You stick your ass out, trying to tease him.
Dwayne growls. “You know I did.” He lifts up your dress and immediately touches your already wet pussy.
“I knew it. Could smell all of you.”
You let out a small mewl and nod. You rest an arm in front of your face so you could lean on it.
“Wonder what I should do with you.” Dwayne licks his fingers and runs them up and down your entrance. “Wonder if I should fuck you like this, or ravage you back at the cave.”
Your legs buckle at his words.
“Either way, no one will hear you.”
“Please Dwayne… here… now, please!” You cry out as Dwayne slides two fingers inside you. His thick fingers hold you there, you don’t dare move.
“Fine.” He begins fingering you hard. Your hands curled up and grasped at the bark. “Fuck me! Dwayne!”
He says nothing as he concentrates on you. He reaches his other hand over and finds your clit. The pads of his fingers gently rub. Your hands curled, you feel so close now…
Dwayne pulls away. You let out a groan of frustration, he merely laughs and sucks his fingers clean.
“You’re such an asshole,” you say.
“You love me.” Dwayne replies.
“Yes I do.” You turn around and face him. His eyes were red, he was drooling, fangs sharp. He almost didn’t look Dwayne.
“Need you,” Dwayne touches your breasts. He cups them and kneads them absolutely hypnotized by them.
“‘m all yours Dwayne.”
Dwayne nods taking in your cone sent and immediately unbuckles his belt. His throbbing cock was released and slapped against his stomach.
You feel warmth flutter in between your legs.
“Look what you fucking do to me.” Dwayne gasps out. He grabs you and kisses you. You moan as he sucks on your tongue.
“Feel what you do to me,” Dwayne whispers harshly. You immediately obey and grab his cock. Your whole hand couldn’t fit around it. You start moving up and down.
Dwayne snarls and distracts himself by kissing your neck. He leans his head against yours.
“That’s all you baby. Chasing you, that fucking dress, behind alone with you, here…”
You can’t help the smile on your face. You spit n you hand and bring it to Dwayne’s cock. His eyes flutter shut.
A few more strokes of your hand before he’s chanting a mantra of ‘I need you’.
He gently turns you around again and has you face the tree. You brace yourself with both hands.
A sudden ripping is heard throughout the dark forest as Dwayne rips up your skirt. You gasp at the cold air meeting your naked body.
“Dwayne!”
“Shut up.” He lines himself up behind you and slowly pushes in.
Dwayne slams his fist against the tree as your pussy takes him all in. You let out a high pitched moan.
“Shut up,” Dwayne says. He gives you two fingers to suck on. You take them greedily in your mouth.
Dwayne slaps your ass. “No panties? I swear baby girl. Gonna fuck you so good.”
“Wanted to look pretty for you…” you say, your brain now mush.
“Oh you did Y/n. You looked so pretty, my pretty girl, take it.” Dwayne’s hips find wrought deep pattern, only the sound of skin slapping and animalistic moans could be heard now.
Dwayne rips the rest of your dress up. He takes out his cock momentarily to turn you around again. He briskly grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist.
He grabs his cock and taps it in your clit twice before sliding back in again. You both cry out, not caring if anyone or anything could hear. You both needed each other.
You wraps your arms around him and he lifts you up as he fucks you againt the tree. He slides down the top of your dress and groans at the sight.
“Fucking look at you. My slut, mine!” He rests his fangs by those two scars. “Please let me…”
You nod, too fucked out to say yes. You wanted this though. Wanted Dwayne to give you everything and take anything.
Dwayne kisses your neck before he dives in. You try to throw your head back but Dwayne is holding you in place.
His thrusting becomes sloppier. You hear the loud slurps from the side of you. You were so wet now…
The pain of his fangs was almost jon existent. You let him feed on you as he takes what he wants. Dwayne kept on cursing while inside you.
“You’re so tight! Are you close?” He asks drool mixed with blood.
You nod, forehead now resting against his. “So close Dwayne.”
He find your clit and resumes his previous actions.
“Yeah you like that don’t you? My slut.”
You nod lightheaded, “Your slut.”
Dwayne feels you clench. Dwayne makes the bold decision and slaps your pussy. Twice.
Your orgasm hits you like a train. You grasp into Dwayne with everything you have.
Dwayne groans and pumps himself full of his cum as your pussy pumps around him. He almost loses his balance as he becomes lightheaded as well.
You both catch your breath. Dwayne holds you gently in his arms, againt the tree as your breath calms down, his cock still inside you.
You look up at him with a smile on your face. “Was that good?”
Dwayne kisses you softly. “Y/n that was amazing…” He finishes with a whisper. “Let’s do it again yeah?”
You nod. “Yeah.”
Dwayne laughs and slides his cock out of you. He helps you settle in the ground beneath you.
Unfortunately your dress was in shreds, so Dwayne gives you his long coat. You moan as you wrap it around yourself becoming covered in his scent.
“Love this coat.”
“Well I love you.” Dwayne kisses your forehead and lifts you up in his arms.
“Let’s go home. We’ll get you some food, then I’m not done with you yet.”
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