The Emerson home had changed drastically in the last 10 years. Rubbish cluttered the yard, the door hung uneven on its hinges. Parking his motorcycle by the chainlink fence David strode confidently to the porch, his gang half a step behind him. Feeling eyes on him David looked up, peering out from a window he glimpsed a pair of solemn brown eyes, quickly gone. Pushing open the battered door David walked into the house. “Honey I’m home.” He called, the boys behind him snickered.

“D-David” stammered a hoarse female voice. An older woman, tired and wane looking, dressed in a house frock stepped out of the kitchen.

David cocked his head, “Star?”

Star smiled at him. He looked as ruggedly, breathtakingly handsome as he had ten years ago. “You look good.”

“You look horrible,” David countered, “What the hell happened to you?”

“I got older.[pause] He never forgot you you know.”

“Who?”

“Michael. He’s always talking about you.” She laughed self-depravity, “It was me he married, but it was you he wanted.” She looked away from him, “Especially since Sam was killed by those vampires along with the Frog Brothers.”

David’s eyes narrowed, “Where is Michael?”

Just then he heard the roar of an engine and the slam of a car door. A figure walked through the door slamming into Art. Everyone turned to regard him. The years had been even unkinder to Michael than to Star, he had a large beer belly, a ragged beard, and long lank hair. David regarded him with something akin to shock.

“David?” Michael murmured.

David smiled evilly, “Hello Michael.” Then, moving faster than the human eye he launched himself into the air and out an open window, followed by the boys.

“Ain’t we gonna kill ‘em?” Matt asked.

“Not worth the trouble, besides which, they’re already miserable.” He landed near their bikes. Mounting his he added, “C’mon boys, let’s go find us some fun.” Whooping and hollering the others tore after him.
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