First Hunt (David + Michael, other boy's mentioned. Gay if u squint)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Lost Boys Requests/Prompts; "How about Michael learning from David how to hunt, this can be an AU where Star isn't around and Michael met Marko first? And this is Michael eased into becoming a vampire instead of rushed" - Dragonic_Mist on A03
Tw: Killing, blood drinking
Michael's first hunt, the boys have been supportive and David is here to help our fledgling take flight in many ways.
Liked this prompt a lot so here we go :)
"David I don't know if I can do this"
"You can. No one else is here, just us Michael. Like we've shown you"
It was Michael's first hunt, his first time channeling the apex predator he had agreed to become. The boys had been supportive, more than he expected, some nights he felt guilty on how he had almost expected this to go. The worry he would be forced, thrown in the deep end and given no other choice than to kill and feed, but that was fortunately not how it had gone. The other's had been more supportive to his worries than he could have imagined, giving time and patience while also encouraging him along, just enough to progress his transition to the undead.
He'd witnessed multiple hunts, some with the whole pack, some with only two and some with just one of the boys, giving advice and various ways that he could later lean back on when the time for his own hunt would come. Now was the time, he had watched as all four had dove from the trees, a cascade of fangs and terror upon the drunken group occupying the campfire below. He had watched as Marko and Dwayne had killed a couple with such skill and brutality he almost admired the carefully practiced efficiency. He had watched as Paul played the long game, toying a girl between himself and David, flirting along the night until she was so intoxicated with him and his touch that she barely noticed the life draining her body.
Monstrous terrors from hell, fast proficiency and a show of strength and skill and long games of toying and seduction, Michael had seen it all.
Now it was just him and David, Marko may have been the one who introduced him to this life, but David was in charge. A leader to the end, taking it upon himself to help the coven's fledgling to take flight in more ways than one.
"Pork is pig, beef is cow, you've eaten without complaint as a human, everyone is prey to something. Think of it this way, we kill so little in comparison to where you got your meals before, they aren't killed for nothing, allowing us to live on. The same as a wolf hunts a deer, a hawk hunts a chicken. We aren't poaching Michael, we're hunting to feed ourselves, as nature intended."
The breathe Michael took was shaky, slow as he mulled over David's words, watching the solitary man from their vantage point as he smoked in the back alley. A surfer nazi, someone who had been picked carefully the night before, someone who could dissapear, someone who wasn't good. Someone intended on making it easier upon Michael's conscious at the thought on the harassment and abuse the man had likely caused in the past, how he would be ridding the boardwalk of someone deserving of likely worse.
"He's a nazi Michael" David's voice was smooth, curling across Michael's mind but simply to ease his nerves rather than any sort of lure. Encouraging as he watched the brunettes face and the emotions behind his eyes.
"A rival, a rascist, a sexist, a bigot, the relief many will feel when he dissappears, unable to harrass them anymore"
Fuck.. David was right wasn't he. The man was a piece of shit, his death would simply be seen as a gang issue, how many good people who lived here would feel they could breathe a little easier at another of the local assholes vanishing.
It was easier than Michael had thought. His form descending down the building wall where he and David had been clung to, hidden in the shadows. Hand covering the man's mouth, the smoke from his lips burning Michael's hand and yet he barely took notice. The predator underlying his skin snapping at the pulse he could feel, instincts taking over, so focused on the quickening beat of the surfer nazi's heart as he fought with little luck against Michael's form.
The rush of fresh blood that washed into his mouth was heavenly, overwhelming his senses as his grip hardened further against his prey, drinking down his life as if it was his only goal in life.
He became aware at the sound of cheering voices as he finished drinking, the man nothing more than a corpse as his fangs tore from his throat as he cast his gaze up. All 4 of his friends, his coven mates, floating above cheering him on as they landed to congratulate him, pats on the back and ruffled hair at his accomplishment. He could feel David's gaze as he looked at the leader, blood still dripped down his chin. He couldn't help the well of pride at the pleased expression on the blonde's face.
"Welcome to the club Michael"