Cry Little Sister

Chapter 11

"Now Sam you be good tonight, okay?" Lucy says, coming back from upstairs, dressed up for her date with Max.

"Mom, I'm not a little kid." He groans and I laugh a little with Michael. 

"You look nice." An old man says coming up to Lucy and giving her a hug. 

He then notices me and cocks a brow. 

"Who's this?" 

"Dad, don't be rude! This is my co-worker's younger sister. I didn't want her and Michael out too late so she's staying here." Lucy explains and he nods, looking at me suspiciously.  

"Thank you again Lucy." I say thanking her for the millionth time. 

"Honey, it's no problem. You're always invited." She smiles. 

"Ooh! I better go!" Lucy says and kisses her son's and dad's cheeks before hugging me and rushing out the door.  

"Well I best finish getting ready." Lucy's dad says, and it was then that I noticed he was wearing an old suit and tie. 

"Anything in here that might pass for after shave?" He asks. 

"What about this?" Sam asks, handing his grandpa a bottle of windex. 

"Thanks." He says, spraying a little on.  

"Big date, Grandpa?" Michael asks, sort of sarcastically.  

Great now he's at that moody vampire stage. 

Michael's grandpa looks at Michael worriedly, I mean the kid looks disheveled and exhausted.   

"Just dropping off some of my handiwork to the 'Widow' Johnson." he answers slyly.  

"Oh, yeah? What'd you stuff for her?  Mr. Johnson?" Michael asks, and I'm immediately reminded of David and his rudeness.  

I give Michael a really look, while his grandpa looks upset. 

"See you laters, boys... and Dylan." 

"Goodbye. Good luck on your date." I say genuinely and he smiles at me before leaving the house.  

"That wasn't funny." Sam tells Michael coldly, but Michael just shrugs, not caring.  

"I'm making sandwiches. Do you want one Dylan?" Sam asks and my stomach growls as I realize that I haven't eaten all day.  

"Sure. Thanks Sam." 

"No problem. Michael?" 

"Don't bother." He says coldly and I roll my eyes. 

Meanwhile Sam glances at Michael's ear. 

"Lose the earring, Michael.  It's not you."  

"Piss off." 

"You have such a great personality, Michael.   You should open your own charm school." Sam says sarcastically and I begin to laugh.  

Suddenly headlight beams begin to shine in the kitchen windows, moving rapidly from one to the next. I sigh as I hear the laughter of the guys.  

"What's that?" Michael asks me but I ignore him, walking out to the living room.  

The guys were chanting Michael's name as I got closer and closer to the door. 

"Don't open it!" Sam yells, but I do so anyway.  

I open the door and... nothing. The front yard is empty and I shrug. The guys must have flown away. Turning to Michael and Sam, I see that they're shocked. 

"Weird." Sam says.

"Sam, why don't you get in the bath? Dylan, come with me." Michael says emotionlessly.

"Okay, but you two better not be doing anything inappropriate or I'll tell mom." Sam says, looking disgusted. 

Michael ignores him and closes the front door, locking it.  His face is ashen.

"So what'd you need Mike?" I ask, taking a bite of my sandwich. 

Meanwhile Michael goes to the fridge for milk.

"For you to—" He starts but drops the carton and falls to the floor in pain. 

I rush to his side and pull his head to my chest.

"Shh, stay calm and it'll go away." I said soothingly, sympathetic because I knew what pain he was going through.

I watched with wide eyes as his canines extend and he writhes around in my arms.

"C'mon Mike, stay calm." I run my hand through his hair and he calms down a bit but his fangs are still out. 

"Are you okay now?" I ask and he nods, looking at me gratefully.

When his fangs go back into his mouth, I let him go.

"Is it this bad for you?" He asks me and I nod. 

"Yeah and the thirst is overwhelming. For me, it gets worse and worse each day."

"Are you going to feed?" He asks me and I shrug. 

"Not sure yet. I don't want to leave the guys but I also don't want to leave my sister."

He nods, but it immediately stops as he turns to the stairs. 

"What is it boy? Is there a fire at the barn?" I tease, but Michael ignores me and leaves the kitchen. 

I continue to eat my sandwich but stop as I remember Sam is still upstairs.

"Fuck!" I yell and run after Michael.

He's just opened the door when their dog jumps out of the bathroom and onto Michael, biting him as he falls down the stairs. 

I immediately run to his side and try to tend to Michael's wound. For once, the blood isn't revolting, it looks and smells delicious. 

 One taste couldn't hurt.