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Michael was sure he was seeing things, he had to be.
It had been 2 years since that fateful night, the death of the Lost Boys, the night his home was drenched in blood, the sight still haunting him. He became the thing he swore not to be. David had called him a killer, he denied and denied it, but it was true, he was a killer, he watched as his brother and friends killed the boys, he had watched as the crude stake pushed through Markos body, the screams that came after. He watched Dwayne and Paul immediately crowd Marko as David took to taking revenge immediately. He watched as his little brother pierced Dwayne's heart with an arrow, watching the man seize and shake as sparks flew from his body, he watched as his brother and his friends cheered and laughed about the brutal murder. He himself had lifted David up and pushed his body down on to the antlers, watching the life leave his eyes.
He never forgot that, he never forgot David's voice in his head, softly saying his name one more time before death took him.
It haunted him.
He had gotten better since then, he worked on getting a job, his school yet there was always something missing. Part of that something missing was standing against the railings of the boardwalk, cigarette in mouth and he sadly looked out into the ocean.
'Marko?'
Marko turned his head slightly, he looked awful. His usual eyebags had seemingly doubled, the light in his eyes gone. He looked like he had visibly aged, his hair was more scraggly than usual, the more defined curls were fizzy, his hair at the back was loosely braided but looked like he hadn't been taken out for years. He wasn't wearing his usual garb. He wore a black Metallica shirt, the logo faded and it was cropped. Black ripped jeans and tatted boots finished the look, it was like he was mourning, still keeping his own style. Michael thought back to the time Marko told him when he was born, it was usual back then to wear black for a year and mourn. Who knew traditions from when he was alive were still instilled in him.
Marko didn't respond to Michael, his dull green eyes staring into his soul, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
'You're alive!'
'Wow Michael, great detective work... Who'd have guessed.'
'You okay?'
'Hmmm let's see, my family is dead and the killer is standing right in front of me, I don't know Sherlock Holmes what do you think?' Bitterness coated Markos words. It felt wrong, Michael had only ever seen him upbeat, always screeching and yelling with the others.
'I-I, sorry.'
'Why are you talking to me, I thought you wanted nothing to do with us.'
'I feel bad.'
'Boohoo, poor Michael, the self proclaimed 'Not a killer' is sad he killed someone. Get over it.' He said, puffing out smoke, before turning away.
'Look I didn't want to kill him- or any of you for that matter, I just didn't want to be a vampire.'
'You could have said no, that's all you needed Michael.'
'But-'
'No buts, David would have never made you carry on, out of all of us you had the choice, David forced me and he regrets it to this day, David himself didn't get a choice, Dwayne who knows and Paul's choice was between joining us or staying with an abusive dad. And David loved you Michael, he wouldn't force you.'
'What... He loved me?'
'Yes, look I get it. I've lived with the guy for like 100 years at this point, he's an idiot that doesn't know how to get his feelings out, I usually have to force 'em out so he can get his feelings out. If you can't read his mind, which very few can, you wouldn't know. I should have said something before you know, all this shit happened.'
Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing, David had loved him, truly loved him. And he had killed him.
'Yeah you did, I hope you feel awful,' Michael forgot Marko was good at reading minds, 'Cause whilst you are at home, with your family, living your life, mine are dead.'
'How are you still, you know, alive?'
'Those hunters are idiots, missed my heart by thissss much,' he said holding his finger and thumb at a close distance, 'Any closer and it would have been the end of the lost boys.'
'Are you going to turn people?’
'Of course not, I don't want to be a sire, I'm going to bring my old family back. All of them. It's just taking a while. Magic isn't easy for everyone apparently.’
‘First vampires, now magic?’
‘It’s common among older vampires which to me that's what David is, well was. Max and Dwayne did it too but you don't really care about much about them do you.’ Marko turned fully, leaning back against the railings.
'What's that supposed to mean?'
‘What it means is you wanted to join us,’ he said, poking a sharp nail into Michael's chest, ‘You wanted Star first, following her into David's trap like a stupid dog. Then you fall for David, and all you do when you come over is talk talk talk to David but practically ignore the rest of us. I'm kinda glad you killed everyone, can't imagine having to deal with you just talking to only David. Rest of us are just disposable to you aren't we, you could have just not killed David and you two could have had your perfect little life together.’
Michael stood there in shock.
‘I should have seen this coming, I should have stopped it earlier, I was fine with David hanging around you in the beginning, but when David started focusing more on some pathetic human over his own family that's when I should have stopped it, I didn't because he was happy, I can't fault that, but then you go kill him. He would have seen that coming but he had truly fallen for you Michael.’
‘I-’
‘Cat got your tongue? Sorry you had to hear the fucking truth, that's all I can give you now Michael, I have nothing left, do you know how it feels to live with your dead sire, your disembodied friend and tub full of blood and lumps of flesh which is all that remains of your life partner? Didn't think so, now fuck off and don't come running back to us when they come back, believe me I'll make sure David doesn't forgive you.’
Michael couldn't do anything but stand and stare at Marko. He had never heard the other boy say so much, unfortunately for him Marko was right, he had never taken the time to get to know the others, for him it was just David.
Marko began to walk away, his cigarette finished, the butt thrown into the sand below. He walked in the direction of the cave, back to his family. Michael couldn't help but feel worse watching Marko walk, he had never seen any of them walk alone, even when they split up they were always paired up.
‘Michael? Don't you dare tell me that blood suckers back!’ Sam shouted, running out of the comic book store, the frog brothers in tow.
‘Yeah, and what?’ Michael said solemnly
‘What do you mean and what! Those bastards nearly killed all of us!’ Edgar piped up.
‘They won't this time.’
‘Yeah not if we go hunt them down first!’
‘No! Don't fucking do that, they won't bother us, you will only make it worse if you try hunt them, Markos in high alert and angry, you won't survive him this time.
‘Marko?’
‘The little one.’
The brothers looked at each other behind Sam, clearly shocked that their staking attempt had not been successful.
‘I’m going home, Sam you coming?’
‘Yeah, bye guys.’
-
In the car back Sam was relentless, the what's, why's and how's of the vampiric situation they found themselves in yet again.
‘Seriously? You're going to go back to them?’
‘Just trust me Sam, I know what I'm doing this time, Marko may not know it but he needs me.’
‘Sure, can't wait to tell mom about this.’
‘Keep it quiet for a week at least and I'll give you ten dollars.’
Sam hesitated but agreed.
Michael would help Marko, somehow.