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They fucked up. Those damn frog brothers killed Marko, and now the rest are pissed including the vampire Michael fell for, David.
The three boys that remain are fighting their own battles in the Emerson house. Dwayne with Sam, Paul with the frog brothers and David with Star. David can hear the chaos from his brothers in the house. Does he worry? Of course. He'd love to run and protect them, save them, but he can't he's trying to save his own life because if he dies his brothers have no chance.
David holding the wrists of Star as she tries to drive the sharp wooden stake into his cold dead chest. He's holding her back pretty easily, she's quite weak from the lack of food, but if he stops she will succeed. A scream from upstairs makes David turn and weaken his hold on Star. She drops the wood hearing the scream but sees her chance and shoves him into the taxidermy on the wall, the antlers of the taxidermy deer head going right through him.
"David!"
No. Why is he here? Why did he have to see? Fuck.
Star looks over at Michael who just walked in to see her impale his boyfriend on a stupid piece of taxidermy.
"Michael..." David manages to strain from his throat through the pain, blood dripping down his stomach as he reaches out twords Michael.
"Fuck David-- Star what did you do!" Michael screams at Star, voice boiling with rage and terror
"I-I-I don't know--- I just pushed him-"
"Just pushed him my ass!"
"Michael, I'm sorry-- I didn't mean to-"
"Sorry doesn't fix this! Sorry won't fix the injuries! Sorry doesn't fix him!" Michael is practically seething at this point and Star sees it clearly
David wants to touch Michael's shoulder, to be real he wants Michael to hold him but he'd never admit it aloud. David reaches out and his fingers brush Michael's arm. Michael whips around and his expressions changes like a switch was flicked.
Michael moves closer to David. David places his hand on Michael's cheeks, holding his face like he loves to do.
"Michael... I--" David gets cut off but his own coughing, blood dripping on his lips.
"Shh, please don't, you're gonna be fine" Michael croaks, trying to convince himself more than David that he'll be fine.
David caves and listens, not saying anything further as the pain dulls to a numbness that tingles down his legs as the cold red liquid drips off his boots and onto the floor. A puddle of red starts to pool under David's legs.
"Sam! Help me get him off here!" Michael yells to his little brother who just shot Dwayne with a crossbow.
Sam hesitates at first until he sees Michael's face painted with fear and helplessness. Sam and Michael pull him up and off the taxidermy antlers with a sickening squish. David's knees give out since he can't feel much below the waist and he falls against the Michael. Michael holds him by the torso tightly to keep him up.
"...fuck..." David mutters as he tries to plant his feet on the floor and fails, his legs feel like noodles under him.
"It's fine, I've got you." Michael reassures David while holding him upright.
"...I can't feel anything... below my waist... Michael" David starts to panic slightly because the numb tingles have turned to full on numbness.
"It's okay, it's okay, you're gonna be okay, just hold onto me... please" Michael stammers out
Paul, being able to escape the frog brothers, runs downstairs seeing David in Michael's arm bleeding out and not able to stand. "Oh fuck, David!" Paul exclaims.
"Paul, don't--" David having to catch his breath before speaking again. "don't get any closer...go home, please go home."
"But David, I can't leave you here like this, with them"
"Go!"
"... alright...just swear you'll come home..."
"...I swear. Now go."
Paul leaves looking back at David a few times before leaving.
"... Michael...I need you to do something for me..." David strains.
"Anything." Michael responds
"...if...fuck...If I bleed out and die take care of him for me..."
Michael just stares at David's helpless eyes for a second before responding. "No. Because you won't die, I won't fucking let you!"
"Michael--"
"No! I'm taking you back home and you are gonna be fine, it's was just antlers, not wood, not holy water, not garlic, just bone. You will be fine...you have to be..."
David tears up just slightly, he can't help it but nothing falls. "Alright Michael...just take me home... Paul isn't good...alone..."
Michael takes David home to Paul, since they need each other...they are all they have left...
When they arrive, Paul is holding one of David's jackets to his chest.
Michael carries David inside since he still can't feel his legs well, the wound healing slightly, vampire perks, but still in pain. Michael sets David on the couch. David sinks into the cushions with a small huff of pain from the holes in his back.
Paul sits on the floor next to David. Just sitting, both grieving the lost boys, Dwayne and Marko...gone.
David looks at Michael and smiles softly as a thank you. Michael smiles back and leaves to get home to Sam. Leaving David and Paul to grieve together.
"...I'm sorry..." Paul mutters
"Don't be, it's not your fault." David says gently resting his hand on Paul's shoulder.