Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Boys or its characters, just this fic.

Nothing had worked out the way David has wanted it to. No, he expected Michael to have fully joined them by now. But instead he went against their nature, his nature and now all of the boys were dead. It was just himself and Michael now. Sure there was Star, but he never liked her much in the first place. In fact it seemed more like they were babysitters with her and Laddie.

Of course, Star and Laddie were Max's creations. He had them turned so that they could have a perfect little family but now he was doing the same with the Emersons. One big happy fucking family. Max has spent too much time living as a human, to the point where he was practically one of them.

But David had no intention of playing a part in the head vampire's plans. Neither would Michael. Not if David had anything to say about it. He turned Michael with his blood because he belonged in his pack. Not some Brady Bunch shit. Needless to say, he wasn't going to let Michael go, especially since that idiot brother of his and his friends had killed the other lost boys.

The moment Michael's kid brother left the room, he finally took his chance to strike. So, before Michael could follow he lowered himself from the rafters just enough so that he could reach out and grab Michael and pushed him down the steps. He couldn't help but smirk when Michael's eyes met his. The vampire disappeared from the fledglings sight before appearing briefly once more to scratch him, now on the other side of the room. He was going to take him, but that didn't mean he could have fun first.

"What's the matter, David? You afraid to face me?" Michael sounded like he was trying to be threatening but he wasn't. David just thought it was cute.

"Can't you see that what I've given you is a gift? I tried to make you immortal," David replied calmly, though his tone had a slightly seductive tone, "Why don't you just accept it and end this now."

Michael didn't think this was a gift. What David had given him was a curse, given him pain. Michael didn't want to be like David, he didn't want to be some kind of god damn monster. And that hunger he always felt? He hated it. But he would never give in, he refused to be a killer.

Despite how sweet and calm David might have sounded, Michael wouldn't let him have his way. "What you given me is not even close to a gift," mMichael snapped at David, "You tried to make me a killer!"

The brunette heard movement and quickly turned to follow it. It was hard to pinpoint the blondes exact location when he was constantly moving...

"You're already a killer, Michael." The blonde said way too calmly. That was enough to push Michael and his face changed to match David's. He wouldn't admit that the blonde was at least partially right but if he took care of him now, it would be all over.

So, Michael charged at David, spinning around for a bit as he tried to get control but he was too weak from the lack of blood, and David out-beat him. The blonde then pushed him back until they hit a wall, just barely avoiding the antlers.

That's when David did something Michael hadn't predicted. While he was pinned to the wall David has bitten into his wrist, the smell of his blood kicking Michael's senses into overdrive. Before he had the time to react that same wrist was pressed against his lips.

Michael did his best to keep his lips pressed shut but they eventually budged and a drop of blood had made its way through. Since he was already practically starving, he couldn't fight the hunger. When Michael's fangs dug into David's skin, it tasted like heaven. He wasn't even aware of the fact that David was wearing that ever-so present smirk or that a hand was running through his hair. Then suddenly it was lights out...

David felt complete satisfaction as he witnessed the hunger take over Michael. Because the moment those fangs pierced his skin was the moment that he'd won. Not that Michael stood a chance against him anyway. David could see that bloodlust in Michael's yellow eyes and his fledging had already been weak, from his misguided choice to not feed. So of course even the smell of blood would be just enough to get what he wanted.

By now David had lowered to them to the ground. It was exhausted staying suspended in one spot for so long. He sighed and brought a hand up to run it through Michael's hair. It's a shame they couldn't stay like this longer but sooner or later Michael would snap back to reality. That or someone would disturb their Privacy. So David pulled back the hand that has been brushing the fledglings hair and knocked him out before holding him bridal style in his arms. "It's time to go home Michael, sweet dreams."

The blonde was about to make his exit when he heard a nearby voice call out Michael's name. He sighed, it looks like he wouldn't leave unnoticed. David turned his head to see Star staring back at him, fear in eyes. He could tell she wanted to charge at him, to take Michael from him but she knew better than to try and challenge him. After all, she was just as weak as Michael had been.

"I knew you were around here somewhere, Star, but as you can see, you're too late." David smirked as he noticed Star clench her fist. "I'm sorry but I'm afraid I have to take Michael home before he wakes up. I can't afford to lose him too, not after you all killed the rest of my boys."

David had to take a moment control himself. He couldn't afford to lose his temper, not when he had a Michael. Later on, when he was ready, he would get his revenge.

"Michael!" Star shouted as she raced to where Sam had last seen him, only one to freeze up to when she saw David there with Michael in his arms. From the looks of it David must've dosed him his blood. Shit. She wanted to act, to go over and fight him but couldn't. Maybe it was her fear or how weak she possible was. But it was most likely that look on David's face. That smirked that held malice behind it.

"You know they had it coming, David," Star replied but didn't move from her spot, "And Michael isn't yours! You can't take him..." She took a deep breath and decided to make an offer as David was about to leave. "Wait... look I will willingly go with you if you leave Michael out of this!"

Instead of getting the answer she wanted, all she got was a laugh. "You honestly think I would trade him for you? See, Michael is mine, he belongs to me. But you? You're part of Max's little family, I could care less about you."

Star was having issues coming up with a response. How could David say that to her? What did his words mean? Before she could even try to say something she heard Sam behind her. He too had caught a glance at the vampire before fled. But she had a feeling this wasn't over...

Here I am, starting a new fic. I've been really into Lost Boys lately. I hope it's okay! But yay plot bunnies!