Series 2 part one (VWNHY)

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Series 2 part one (VWNHY)

For SevenShadesOfShit. Fanfic, but im sort of just using their names, their personalities are different.
Hope you like it :)

I followed him about five minutes after he left, and found him down on the pebbled beach. The others assumed he just needed air, but there was definitely something troubling him; more than usual anyway. The moonlight lit up the coastline, so I could see him quite clearly.
He had lit a small fire near his thigh that glowed in the midnight darkness, and seemed to be drawing violently in the sand with a stick, mumbling curses to himself.
I caught glimpses, “stupid…not fair…Ugh!” He threw his stick down, and turned around, seeing me. I put on my best ‘sorry, I was about to say I was here’ face.
“Ali…I um…” His face seemed to crumble, and he suddenly started sobbing, collapsing in a heap on the ground.
I stood, shocked for maybe two seconds, then my instincts kicked in. I rushed to his side, hesitantly wrapping my hands around his shoulders.
“Mikey, what’s up?” He was getting my forearm wet. Our relationship had improved since he’d become my brother in law; we trusted each other more. I must admit I enjoyed his company, he was a great friend. “Mikey?” I asked gently. My voice was muffled by his hair in my face.
He sniffed, “this is just…So much to take in. I just…Needed to be alone for a bit.”
“Okay, dude.” We stayed still for a bit, hearing the distance laugh of the others, my
T-shirt absorbing Mikey’s tears.
We felt like a family since we started travelling; there was me and Gee, Frank and Sophie, Tom, Ray, Mikey. All together. And it had been the best year of my life.
About six months ago the blood suckers vanished, and we hadn’t been bothered since.
“This whole things been great,” Mikey muttered, “but….I keep worrying one of us will get hurt…I couldn’t stand losing…You guys are my best friends…Plus, you have Gee…. Frank has Sophie…. Who do I have?”
Ah…So that’s what this was about.
“Mikey, we’re always here for you man!” I said, but I knew what he would say.
“That’s not the same.” I was right. I sighed, and he did too, still in my arms.
“Is there anything else you want to tell me?” I murmured, knowing he was still apprehensive. He took a breath.
“I think…I think I might be…. in love with Sophie.” He paused, “you know, just a little bit.”
I raised an eyebrow, and he smirked. “I’ll have to get over it.” He sat up, rubbing his face, which was streaked with grime. “It just sucks.” I gave him my best sympathy look.
“C’mon…They’ll be looking for us.” I offered him a hand, and helped him up. It was the early hours of morning now.
“You won’t tell anyone?” His eyes were still a bit red.
“Promise.” We turned to head up the dunes, my arm around his shoulders, when I heard a breeze behind us; it had been calm all night. Mikey turned, and his eyes widened. I followed his gaze.
Across the whole coast, tiny little twisters had formed, sucking up the sand and dust, and whipping it round really fast. The dust started forming what looked like…silhouettes.
Mikey gasped, and then groaned. “What?” I asked.
“What happens to dust when it gets left for a while?”
“It gets dusted away?”
“It starts to gather together…So say if something evil turned into dust, and God hates you…” He smirked without humour.
“Fantastic.” I’m fluent in sarcasm. “That’s impossible though.” I muttered.
“It seems not.” He remarked, “Here we go again…”
We both sprinted up the beach; they were beginning to form more solidly.
The others stopped laughing, and looked at us in confusion. They were all sitting around the campfire; a good supply of beer had been lent out judging by the empty cans strewn under the benches.
“The- they- they’re back.” Mikey panted. “Vampires- back.”
They all looked at us for a second, then Sophie stood up suddenly. She went round the back of the cab, and started retching violently. Frank got up almost a second after, following her with concern.
“What’s up with her?” Mikey asked.
“Dunno, but something will be up with us if we don’t leave. How can they be back? We got rid of them all…” Tom muttered.
“They were down on the beach; forming from the dust and sand. Looks as if they’re like super-vamps or something.” I explained.
Tom’s eyes widened.
“We need to go anyway.” He started to put the fire out, and he and Ray put the benches back into the lorry. Ray was pale, but his face looked hard; he smiled weakly at me.
“C’mon then.” Gerard pulled me by the hand into the cab, leaving the others to get in the back.
I gathered Sophie and Frank had got in, as there was no sign of them outside.
Gee’s face was emotionless, almost like he’d been staring at the ocean for too long. (Believe me; it has that effect on you. I thought I’d become a clone or something.)
He pulled away, and headed up the country road away from the beach.
“How do you know they’re back?” he asked.
“I was with Mikey on the beach, and they started to form out of like…twisters.” I realised how ridiculous I sounded.
He nodded, and swerved in the road, “Mikey and you. On the beach. Alone. At night….Okay.”
He didn’t care about the vampires…He cared about what we were doing on the beach.
“It’s not like that. He was upset and I was helping him Gee…It’s a lot for him to take in…And he’s…Well he’s lonely.”
He just nodded, his eyes a bit slurry.
“What’s up with Sophie?” I asked.
“I don’t know…. But I have a theory.”
I didn’t have time to ask his theory; I’d forgotten the beer cans.
They all must’ve had some. How could I be so stupid?
I couldn’t answer, as our lorry hurled over and skidded across the road.