A Flutter of Wings

A Flutter of Wings

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys, and I'm not making any money here either. But, I do believe David might have devoured Peter Pan. I've not seen the little bastard since.

Summary: "Oh, Lucy! Can Michael come out to play?" Santa Carla is full of strange people. Michael Emerson meets the strangest of them all, and then some. Language, MM, OC, Violence

Chapter Three


The crowd was cheering and the heavy bass was really loud. It was as if the music were a living entity, humming and pulsating into the night, like some dark heartbeat.

Michael stood with Sam amidst a throng of partying teens, who many were drunk and doped up. He couldn’t get over how wild some of them were dressed. It almost seemed as though he were in some kind of Gothic Wonderland.

“This is awesome!” Sam shouted, jumping up and down like everyone else was.

Michael had to agree with him. The music was really good. People were having so much fun.

It was starting to become rather addictive. How could one stand still amongst all this thrumming energy and not join in?

He suddenly began to jump up and down, too, whooping like everyone else was doing. Sam was doing it right along with him.

The saxophone player was half naked with muscles greased up like a chicken ready to be fried. His long braids were wet with sweat and his body knew how to move with the music, especially those hips of his.

Michael couldn’t take his eyes off how liquid the man’s body seemed to be. He played that sax with style and soul. Plus, the guy knew how to sing. He was tearing up that stage.

“I’m getting hungry!” Sam shouted as the song came to a thundering close.

The crowed cheered, drowning him out, and Michael cheered right along with them. His little brother’s stomach could wait one more song. He wanted to hear who would be singing next.

“I’ll get you something here in a minute,” he told him, smiling in order to assure him that he meant it. “Okay?”

Sam happily nodded and turned back towards the lit stage. Michael could only shake his head. It really was amazing how easy it was to please the little brat.

A guy beside him suddenly yelled and many others swiftly followed after. Looking, Michael watched a dark headed woman ascend the stage like some queen of the night.

She was dressed like some dark and twisted Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. Huge silver hoops in ears, a multitude of silver bangles on her dainty wrists, and her checkered skirt was all black and deep violet.

Her pale makeup was flawless and her eyes were dark as jet. She even smiled with a silver tooth. That was how close he was to the stage. He could see it glittering.

A tall and skinny guy stepped up on guitar, dressed like a tattered scarecrow. He actually looked kind of scary. Even Sam looked a little taken aback by this fact.

Someone tossed a glass bottle into a metal barrel near where Michael stood, causing flames to leap up high into the smoky air when it shattered. He took a startled step back, and the crowd went wild as the music began.

It was slow and kind of creepy. The beautiful woman took up the microphone, and her suddenly captivated audience hushed into near silence.

He trembles in the bitter wind
Until its time for us to speak
Whilst others here are sleeping sound
I’ll slip away by floorboard creak

Michael was enchanted by how eerie her voice was. It was as if she was pulling him into a warped fairytale Grimm.

Upon the hill he’ll hear my secrets
Shock the colors to bleach inside
Whilst others there are sleeping sound
Just we two will confide

The beat, like the tide, suddenly changed, and so did the pitch of her voice. It was now light and stirred the salty breeze with an echo.

Listen to his body moan
Make a wish and send us home
To spin the gold and silver stitches
We can turn his rags to riches

Fire burned, and that was when Michael spotted him. It was the redhead from last night.

Like a slender shadow, he was dancing, weaving in and out between people as if he were reptile instead of human. Tonight, he was dressed in a pair of fitted jeans that were bleached from the knees down, and a skin-tight crimson shirt with an upside down cross across his chest. It almost looked as if he were wearing girl clothing, but it looked freakishly right on him. Too right.

His long hair was pulled back, being held in place by what looked to be some kind of ivory bone. The firelight seemed to reflect off his flawless face as if his white flesh were a milky mirror.

He couldn’t take his bewitched eyes off him. That lithe little body was dancing ever so erotically, both with guys and girls.

With frosty Jack on fingernail
Thro’ shoe black smile, he’ll tell-a-tale
Come whisper thro’ your lips of straw
A moment torn forever more

Those blue eyes found him watching and dewy red lips twitched upwards. His devilish smirk was sinful as hell.

He felt the heat begin to rise in his tan cheeks. No guy should look that beautiful and dance that enticingly. It went against nature.

The redhead whipped around a barrel full of hissing flames, leaping up onto the stage with cat-like ease. Michael saw that he was wearing some kind of boots that any normal person would break their necks if they so much as dared to put them on.

Listen to his body groan
Make a wish to send us home
To spin the gold and silver stitches
We can turn his rags to riches

The woman walked towards the ethereal creature, throwing her arms around him in a welcoming hug. The crowd cheered when she handed over the microphone with a bow. Was he some kind of local celebrity then?

Blue eyes blazed down directly at him and Michael felt his dick twitch. It shocked him so badly, he nearly fell over, but quickly caught himself.

The radiant vision in thin had a voice that could chill a desert at noon. It caused him to quickly think of a thermometer dropping below zero.

Blue-Eyes danced up to the playing scarecrow, grinning with a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. It was as if The Wizard of Oz had been smoking a little too much weed.

My so-called friends say you’re not alive
I’ll bake their bones for telling lies
Then pull the pastry from the pie
And pour the gravy in their eye

“Mike?” Sam asked in concern, shaking his shoulder a bit. “Are you okay? You look really pale.”

Michael nodded his head. He couldn’t really speak. Were people not seeing how messed up his gorgeous mouth was?

Those wicked eyes had him under some kind of spell. They were so big and bright, filled with what felt like a haunting evil.

Holding out his left hand, the redhead grinned with the teeth of a venomous viper. His voice was suddenly more beautiful than what the word could ever describe.

Listen to his body moan
Make a wish and send us home
To spin the gold and silver stitches
We can turn his rags to riches

The tall scarecrow put down his screaming guitar and began a dance with the redhead. It was macabre.

Did demons dance in hell? Because that was what it looked like.

“Come on, Mike?” Sam said, pulling on him. “You look sick.”

A chill raced down his spine. He was attracted to the guy.

“Oh, shit,” Sam hissed when Mike put a trembling hand over his mouth. “Come on.”

Michael fought the nausea as his little brother led him away from the loud and crazy crowd. He was really hot.

“How are you sick?” Sam asked, leading him up to the railing. “You’ve not eaten anything all day.”

He leaned his head over the wooden railing, breathing in the sea air. It slowly began to help him feel a little better.

“This was a lot of fun,” Sam said a few moments later, resting a hand on his right shoulder. “But, we should get going. Mom wants us back before eleven and we did promise.”

Michael readily agreed. Heading back would be good. He could think that way. The drive would do him good.

“Let’s go,” he said after a few moments of breathing in and out, beginning to lead the way.

“What about the food you promised me?” Sam asked.

Rolling his eyes, Michael gave him a buck, telling him to hurry and get something.

He watched him run off.

A roar filled his ears and he looked to see a blond guy, dressed all in black, pull up on a sweet looking bike. He looked like a total badass out of hell, too.

He spotted the redhead strolling up to the blond, almost as if he were skipping on the bleached bones of the grinning damned. The blond smiled and the redhead got on behind him, placing his moon kissed arms around the blonde’s leather clad waist.

Michael couldn’t get over how right they looked together. It was kind of scary.

As the blond pulled out, those blue eyes turned, pulling him in and down once more. He blushed when the guy winked.

In a roar, the two were gone. It was as if the night had swallowed them up.

He just stood there in a stunned silence. He really needed to get home, before he had an accident. His not so little Mike was misbehaving.

“Hurry up, Sam!” He yelled, sticking his hands into his pockets.

To Be Continued…

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NOTE: The song lyrics used above are not mine. They belong to Siouxsie and The Banshees. The song is called Scarecrow. It is one of my favorites.

--Flora