Samantha Emerson | The Lost Boys

Surprises

Chapter 10

Marko’s Pov

The fear and worry was easily detected from Michael when we came to ‘dinner’.  If it is Max’s wish, we must make him part of the family, and soon.  Paul was trying to hold back his excitement, his laughter…but it was failing.  Soon everything became red and we took to the bonfire.  The screaming, the agony; it was adrenaline in my veins. This was more addicting than anything Paul has ever bought.

The only thing I could think of was the sorry guy that would soon face the same punishment.  Ripping out a heart out I thought of Sam.  He will never hurt her again, and if he tries, his demise will be even more painful than it already is.  Sam is mine, and no one is going to harm her…better find out who the brother is then.  Tomorrow, that’s when.  She will drink from the bottle and that sorry half will pay.  Max…he approves, this is good.  Never has he spoken of having a daughter, though even he may not be prepared.  Sam is strong, and will be even more beautiful when she is turned.  Imagine her first kill, sweet and innocent, but turning ruthless and wild.  Sighing at the thought of my Sam, a ruby stream running down her chin, Paul scoffed.

“Hey man, we haven’t even met her yet, so get your head out of the clouds!” I laughed at this, grabbing another helpless victim.  Michael wasn’t listening the thirst, the pain.  He knows this will stop it, but he is unaware of what will happen.  Stupid Star, influencing him with her thoughts of freedom.  She doesn’t know the beauty of the night like us.  Turning I saw Michael losing his balance, and fell into the sand below.  Dwayne rushed and turned the music off, and we ascended the hill.

He started sobbing into the sand.  There was nothing more pathetic than a half-vamp…or ANY guy for that matter, to be such a baby.  He’s a softy and doesn’t belong here, he doesn’t belong with us.  We only laughed and left, leaving poor Michael with the night.  The thirst will win, it always wins.

Sam’s Pov

Marko let me go back.  I can’t be the cause of his death, never.  Michael won’t touch him, I won’t let that happen.  The walk home was painful, but I eventually came to the house.  Grandpa was out, and so was mom.  Mike was gone, like normal.  Groggily I walked up the stairs, and entered the quiet bedroom.  Opening the window, I looked out to see the stars brightly shining along with the moon.  Sighing I turned to the closet to pick out some pj’s.  There was a sudden rush of cold air, and I stumbled back.  Michael was rigid, his breath haggard.  Something was wrong.  Before I had the chance to run out, he spoke.

“I know what I am now Sam.” 

“Stay back!  Don’t kill me Michael!” he scoffed.

“Sam, I would never-”

“Michael!” who was that?

Mike went to the window.  I quietly followed and saw a girl, that girl. Star.  She was dressed in a flowy skirt and a fancy blouse.  Such a girl…mother would love her.

“Michael, I need to talk to you, can I come up?” she asked. No, don’t let her in here.