"Your strings are mine"

by saint's hands

Rating: R

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Pairing: Michael / David

Summary: What if the bloodlust had been too much to resist and Michael had ended up killing Sam? Michael confronts David now and in the heat of the moment he is made to understand the true nature of his raging emotions for David. (DavidxMichael)

A/N: I just happened to watch Lost Boys the other night and began wondering what'd happened if Sam had died - Annoying kiddo. Besides our gloomy lil Micheal is so wrong with put together with Star. Yök. So lets see where this goes, shall we?

Sam wrapped a colourful bathrobe around his naked torso before he rushed out of the bathroom door. "Nanook!" he yelled, but received no answer in the lightless house. Only the light behind him seemed to offer at least some safety and it made him hesitate for a moment before he stepped into the dark as his worry over the beloved pet grew unbearable again.

The wooden floor felt somewhat sticky underneath his feet, but he didn't stop to examine it more closely. Soon he was already facing the stairs and gazing down from the second floor. He leaned against the wooden rail that kept him from falling down into the space that was overcome by hungry shadows. The silence inside the house was only completed by the lack of noise outside.

Sam's senses were screaming now and his wet-skin had become goose-fleshed. The usually stylish blonde hair hung wet over his forehead and neck. The veins around his temples throbbed. After inhaling the silence for awhile he forced himself to move again and called Nanook's name before he begun descending the stairs.

His eyes sought for anything out of order, but the thick darkness was enough to cover any trace of disturbance. The comic book about vampires had been enough to get his imagination racing and even now the options he could come up in his mind to explain all this were simply stupefying. He slapped himself mentally for ever thinking such crap.

Exhaling and inhaling again Sam tried to reminiscence the events that had lead to this moment. Perhaps Nanook had just gotten bored, smelled something, or heard a noise?

If that was so then where was Michael?

He reached the end of the stairs, but didn't step down until after he'd ogled all directions for awhile. "Mike?" he whispered with an unsure voice hoping for his big brother to suddenly appear out of nowhere for his protection. Something within him questioned that wish and stole that hope from his grasp.

Michael had been acting weird lately. First he'd chased that weird girl and next he'd arrived home with a gay earring. Sam shook his head at his frustration. Everything had been so much better in Phoenix…

After another slow moment had passed and the eerie mood still hung in the air like a heavy net Sam finally stepped down from the last stair and began moving again. His senses kept on deluding him into seeing and hearing things, which made him stop each time and therefore slowed down his walk towards his grandfather's study. And even though Sam reached the door after searching ever corner and closet, he couldn't quite shake that feeling about something being wrong.

Now his hand closed around the handle and he was about to open the door, when a muffled whimper reached his ears announcing Nanook's presence at the kitchen's direction. His hand fell instantly and he turned from the door rushing towards the direction he'd just been given. All caution vanished that moment.

"Nanook!"

His voice was a signal to something else though and without Sam's notice the shadows in the roof seemed to move towards his destination as well.

Before the wall had kept Sam from seeing all of the kitchen, but now when he stopped at the entrance of the room there was nothing to veil the enormity from his eyes. Tears stung them both at the same time leaving him blind as he collapsed over his knees. His thoughts were in utter chaos rendering him unable to conceive that the motionless corpse with little cuts all over its body had once been his dog. Blood was still pouring out of Nanook's wounds and pooling all around the canine. The pond grew and grew in its approach to Sam's sobbing figure.

Sam was left unable to act or move or question why the fridge door was open or where Michael had vanished. His whole body shook while he wept the pain away. Another whimper forced him to focus on reality when the dog moved a paw its pleading eyes begging for him to see that now wasn't the time for tears.

Surprised by the signs of life in the dying animal Sam fumbled back up on his feet to reach his old friend, but before he could rise to his full height the dog's whimpers had already turned into a series of aggravated growls and a hand landed on his shoulder forcing him still with a violent grip. Nails dug through Sam's bathrobe and into his skin making his shoulder bleed. He blinked at the severe pain flooding his nerve system and watched as Nanook's growls were lost when the dog began swallowing its own blood.

Sam tried to move, but he was held still by the iron grip and he only succeeded in sinking the sharp nails deeper into the fresh wounds on his shoulder. Another wave of pain made him feel dizzy and it unbalanced him. Still the hand alone kept him from falling down.

"It's dead now." A deep voice said from above. A raunchy voice. Michael's voice.

"Mike!" Sam exclaimed with his usual loud voice that hurt his brother's ears. The grip tightened quickly shutting him up rather efficiently.

"It got in the way of my… plans." Michael sucked his lower lip still tasting the dog's blood all over him. He'd wrestled it. Butchered it. Fed on it. And now he was consumed by the beauty of the death he'd caused: The simplicity of his violent burst.

He no longer felt remorse.

Sam was awestruck and horrified at the same time. The disbelief that Michael's words had brought soon led him into struggling again as he tried to fight the stranger his brother had become. It was useless and to keep him in place the smoke and leather smelling figure pressed Sam against his torso locking their bodies together in a tight embrace.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Michael?" Sam screamed getting a good laugh from his elderly brother. It was a deep guttural laugh that made him want to close his eyes and just cry the despair away. He knew he was beaten.

"It. Got. In. My. Way." Micheal repeated simply shrugging the unspoken accusations off his shoulders.

"That's Nanook you're talking about! We've raised him since he was a pup! Don't you feel anything!"

Sam's face was distorted by grief and that same overcoming emotion tainted his high-pitched voice when he screamed. Another wince escaped his lips when the nails were removed from his shoulder, but his joy remained short-aged as Michael's arm wrapped itself around his fragile neck soon after.

"Feel anything?" Micheal questioned with his shaky voice bringing his face to his brother's ear. "Aren't you being the tearjerker, brother?"

He barked with laughter and pressed their cheeks together. Sam's senses were filled with the stench of smoke and sweat. Michael's senses however were blocked by the primal instincts of a predator. He only heard a heartbeat racing, only felt the warmth of the body locked against his.

"I feel…" he started stretching that terrifying voice into an inhuman bark. "…hunger."

Sanity escaped his grasp. Human words made no sense. He couldn't have formed a sentence even if he'd wanted to. His eyes flickered into orange and yellow and the morphing gave those demon eyes rings of blood red. His face became malformed. With his change also came the tools of pain and while Sam battled the confusion his brother's obscure confession had raised Micheal's mouth attacked his throat sinking his fangs into the delicate flesh.

He pierced Sam's windpipe before Sam could scream and now all words simply fell from the young boy's tongue before he could pronounce any. With a violent yank Michael tore his aorta open and pulled them both down kneeling so that he had better access to his prey.

The sound of flesh and skin being torn apart was left to echo in the killer's ears. He bit harder before relaxing his jaw and allowing his muscles rest. Blood flowed.

Michael stared into the dead eyes that showed him his every action like a mirror. His tongue lapped his brother's throat in attempt to catch all the fleeing blood that tempted him so much. The supple body of the dead teenager seemed to be made to be his instrument and with a twisted smirk he played it.

The death rattle ended soon. Sam became motionless, cold, but his hot blood streamed out of the wound nourishing his killer, reviving him.

Finally Michael let go of the body that was starting to get cold. The blood clotted. As he rose he looked all around him giving both the dog and the boy one last glances before he marched out.

What a lovely carnage.

Once outside he stopped for a moment. The wind caressed his skin, bringing ease to his heated skin. The blackened sky thundered.

But his hunger wasn't gone yet. It remained as did the face and the eyes. He couldn't force himself back to normal. He needed more spoils. More blood.

And after… after this terrible lust could be quenched, he'd find them all: Dwayne, Paul, Marko, Star and David. He was one of them now. Just as lost.