3rd Person
"Mike?"
Michael turned away from the window. Sammy stood in the doorway, canteen slung over his shoulder. The boys were about to leave—to prepare the house. That's when he noticed the tears welling up in his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"I messed up, Mike." His voice was scratchy and broken as he fought the urge to cry. "I'm sorry, I messed up."
"Hey, you didn't do anything wrong." Michael rushed to his brother's side and patted his shoulder. "If it weren't for you—me, and Star, and Laddie, we wouldn't've made it."
But Sam shook his head. "It's all my fault."
"Nothing's your fault, Sammy."
But he wouldn't be consoled. He knew that Michael wouldn't understand. He wasn't down there in that cave with Rowan when shit hit the fan. He only heard second-hand accounts from the Frogs, and Sam was too chicken to contradict.
Sure, she hadn't liked the idea from the start—neither had he! In fact, Sam had been more vocal than her right before Edgar nearly staked the little one—Marko, or whatever his name was.
He did the same exact thing she did, but she was the one who got hurt. And now, she was dead. Those bloodsuckers had probably torn her to shreds by now, and it was all his fault.
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Fanfiction"Modern love, walks on by (Modern love) Never gonna fall for (Modern love)" -David Bowie ⚠️WARNINGS: manipulation, coercion, drug use, SMUT, angst, deception, death, blood & gore, vampirism⚠️ Rowan Emerson (sister of Sam and Michael) gets mixed up...
