A/N: Killjoy here :) This is an older story that i am reposting, and will be working on again very soon.

David x OC, David x Star, Marko x OC, pre-movie

Plotline- Roxanne (or Roxy) was taken in by the boys when she was just a kid, a runaway to be exact. She's lived with them for a good part of her life, grown accustomed to their nightly routine, their party-hard, live-for-the-day kind of lifestyle. She's 17 now, headstrong and a bit of a wild child, and her and David have become quite close, fallen in love even. And he certainly doesn't mind reminding the Boys that she's his, and only his (he's kinda sorta the jealous type...). But despite David's urging for her to become "one of them", she's not quite sure if she's cut out to be a killer. Sure, she loves her Boys and all, but this is one question she doesn't have an answer too. Out of the rest of the pack, Roxy's closest friend is Marko. He's sweet, a bit shy, and is always up to something. He's the person she can always go to, whenever she needs him. But up until now, they've only ever been just friends, nothing more. But you know what they say, one night can change everything...

Song to listen to: Let's Get Lost - Beck and Bat for Lashes

Reviews, ideas, and constructive criticism is welcome! :)

Enjoy!


Chapter One— Just One of the Boys

The last beams of sunlight clung to the horizon, as night descended upon Santa Carla, covering the sky in a shroud of midnight-purple haze. The moon was beginning its lofty climb into the starry sky, as the sun's descent came to a dark end. On the rocky, wave-beaten cliffs across from the lighthouse where the salty smell of the sea lingered, down into the belly of the caverns, and straight into the fault where the grand old hotel had slipped into the open mouth of the earth so many years ago, the Boys where just beginning to rouse. Roxanne sat on the worn, old couch, cross-legged, covered in a thin scraggly shawl of a blanket, listening as the Boys stirred. Nearly half-asleep herself, her long black hair sat in a tangled mess upon her head, the four hot pink stripes where disheveled throughout it. She had the old, rabbit-eared TV on low volume, as she stared blankly at the program that was just barely coming in. Hotels buried deep in ancient caves don't get very good reception. Dwayne was the first to emerge from the Boy's lair, looking like he was about to pass right back out. He let his arm drag along Roxanne's shoulder as he passed behind her.

"Hey…" He barely uttered out, in a drowsy voice.

Roxanne replied with a lazy, "Good Mornin'," feigning a cheerful half-smile.

Last night had been rough. All five of them had been out the whole night, on the boardwalk and at the carnival, drinking, smoking, and the Boys being rowdier than normal, causing fights, but all in good fun. When you live forever, you stop worrying about the little complications in life, and just, well, party it up. Roxanne had grown accustomed to this life, and loved it all the more. She wouldn't give it up for the world. But she still wasn't quite sure yet if she would love being a vampire as much as she loved living with and hanging out with them, despite David's urging her to "join them". She loved David and all, and sure, she wanted to be with him forever, but he did have his pitfalls…

Paul staggered out of the inner cave next, and an exchange of good morning's where made. He definitely looked hung-over. Out of all the Boys, Paul was undeniably the stoner, and the biggest drinker. Roxanne felt sympathy for her Boys, she'd certainly had her fair share of bad hangovers. Next, black coat flowing out behind him as he walked, the blonde spikes of his hair illuminated by the moonlight shining through the cave, David came sauntering out with a groan. He made his way behind the couch and draped his arms across Roxanne's shoulders.

"Morning, love." She said, craning her neck to look up at him.

"Morning." He said roughly as he leaned over her and kissed her lips briefly, and walked around the couch to sit on the edge next to her. He let out a yawn, and Roxanne loved how cute it looked, and how that completely and utterly contradicted his whole bad-ass appearance. She knew that if she ever told him it made him look cute, he would probably kill her. But the thought made her smile. She leaned her head on his strong shoulder, as he lay back on the couch, letting his eyelids droop, and looking as if he were about to fall back asleep.

Marko was the last to get up, deep purple circles under his eyes, and he plopped down on the couch on the other side of Roxanne. He let his head fall in her lap, his hands over his eyes.

"Damnnnn…" He growled out. She ran her fingers through the curls of his hair, out of habit.

"Hey." She said gently, smiling back.

"I got so fucked up last night, Rox…"

"Yeah, I know hon. I was there." She smirked, he had been completely wasted last night.

Despite his sadistic and sometimes aggressive nature, Marko was really quite lovable once one got to know him. He sort of had that kind, sweet personality, when he was just around his "family" or pack, per say. Marko was sort of quiet, soft-spoken, yet always looked guilty of some hilarious prank, and he was mysterious in that way, because you never knew exactly what he was up to. He always had that mischievous glimmer in his eyes and a wide, impish grin on his face. Albeit, he did have his days… Marko was probably the one Roxanne was closest to, besides David. He was her person she could tell anything to, and she trusted him. Plus he was just plain fun to be around.

After letting the Boys wake up, and rest for a little while, David stood up. It was time to hunt.

"Come on, boys, you'll feel better once you feed," He announced rather dryly. He clapped his hands together, to get them going. Marko and Paul let out a groan almost simultaneously. "Let's go." David repeated.

"Hey, I think I'm just going to stay here tonight, guys." Marko said from the couch.

The rest had already gotten up and began climbing up out of the cave.

"Suit yourself." David said.

"Later." Paul yelled from the other side of the cave.

Roxanne could hear the roar of the motorcycles and the whooping of the boys as they sped off, and then a sort of silence fell over the cave, and she was left alone with Marko, who still lay next to her, his arms behind his head, his head still in her lap. The TV sounded loud in the silence of the cave, and the static muffled out whatever the people on the shows were saying. Marko's eyes were closed, but she could tell he was still awake.

He sighed, then said, "I'm so fucking tired."

Roxy glanced down at him, tenderly.

"You hungry?"

"Yeah…" He replied.

She knew he hadn't fed in at least two nights, and he really should have gone hunting with the other boys tonight. He'd been starting to learn self-control from David now, though. Vampires sort of went into frenzy when they fed, and most times that's why their victims were torn apart and mutilated, though some, David for example, just did it for the hell of it. David had gotten to a point at which he could take someone's blood without taking their life, something he'd tried on Roxanne a few times, and there were still scars on her neck from his fangs, though it didn't feel entirely bad to be fed on. But often times, David preferred hunting with the Boys, and his blood lust was insatiable. Roxy knew he just liked the savagery in it, the feeling of a life being ended under his fangs. That side of him scared her sometimes, although she'd gotten sort of numb to it by now. She wondered if Marko could control himself enough not to rip her apart.

"You been practicing controlling yourself?" She asked finally.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah." He knew what she was getting at now. He sat up, facing her.

"Well, then we could… try something…" She said suggestively, biting her lip, watching the way he smiled at her, leading him on.

"You think you could do it without killing me?" Roxy said, more seriously now.

He nodded, seeming sure of himself.

She grinned just a little, and turned her back slightly towards him, pulling her hair away from her neck, and looking back over her shoulder at him. She saw his face transform in front of her, revealing his true form. His eyes grew more animal-like, blood red and a tainted white, and his pupils grew small. His fangs protruded from his mouth, even parts of his skull under the skin changed, disfiguring his face. She was used to seeing the Boy's faces morphed, and "vamped-out", but the blood lust that brought on the changes usually wasn't directed towards her, like it was now. He arched his back and brought his head down to her neck. Marko saw the scars on the left side of her neck, from David no doubt, and he automatically went for the other side. His mouth was so close to the smooth, scar-less, ivory skin. He wrapped his arms around her stomach, and dragged his tongue over the thick vein in her neck. It sent shivers down her spine. He could feel the blood pulsing just under the skin, and finally, he could wait no longer. In one swift motion he sunk his fangs deep into her neck, holding her tighter, his body arched and pressed against her back.

She felt a sharp twinge of pain at first, which subsided, and then came back in waves, flowing through her body. Then, the pain stopped, and a sort of cold, numb feeling washed over her, and she started feeling light-headed. He was holding her so tightly up against himself now that it was almost hard to breathe. She heard a low growl come from the back of his throat as she tried to pull away. She wondered if she had made a mistake, she knew it wouldn't be his fault if he had overestimated what he could handle; after all she had been the one that tempted him. She felt a trickle of her own, warm blood slide down her neck and drip down her shoulder. She felt dizzy, and knew if she didn't stop him now, it would be the end for her.

"Marko, you've got to stop." She said as she tried to pull away.

"Come on, Marko, please…"

He pulled back a little, but then drove his fangs right back in, just as deep.

"Marko… Marko!" She screamed out finally, and that seemed to shock him back into reality.

He released his tight hold on her, and broke free of his clasp on her neck. He drew back, panting heavily, blood dripping from his fangs, covering his face, and trickling down his neck. Roxy leaned against the couch for support, struggling to catch her breath. Her head spun, and her vision blurred. She rested her head on the couch, and it was quiet for a few minutes, except for both their heavy breathing. Marko wiped a little of the blood off on his jacket sleeve and leaned towards her.

"Sorry…" He said quietly.

"I-It's al-right, love…" She said between breaths.

Once she had caught her breath and her head felt less dizzy, she turned back towards him. He looked her over, blood spattered on her neck and shoulder. His eyes lit up all of the sudden, and she gave him a quizzical look, wondering what he was thinking. He nearly pounced on her, his face inches away from Roxy's, his breath hot on her face, and then thrust his lips onto hers. She could feel his fangs brush against her lips as they kissed, and she could taste the rusty flavor of blood coating his lips. After what felt like forever they broke apart, and Roxanne stared at him in bewilderment.

"Umm, hi?" She said, her voice showing her surprise. He laughed, but it came out as more of a scoff, as he smirked.

"Seeing you, all covered in blood, it kinda turns me on." He said with a devilish grin, "Must be a vampire thing."

She laughed nervously, "Must be." And with that, she pushed herself on top of him and pressed her lips to his gently. He wrapped his arms around her, and she laid there, her head on his chest, listening to him breathing. And it was quiet for a while, but it was a good kind of quiet.

Marko finally broke the silence, asking, "You know, if David weren't part of the picture, and none of the other guys were either, no Dwayne or Paul or anyone, no worries at all, do you think we could be together? I mean…would you be mine, if you thought it could work out between us?

…Could you love me like you love David?"

Roxanne was a bit shocked by the question, and really wasn't sure of her answer. The last part especially caught her. She loved David, that was true, but she hated the way he treated her sometimes. The way he felt so cold, so unfeeling, like he wasn't even there. To love him like she loved David would also mean to hate him as she hated David. And she could never hate Marko.

Marko sighed, feeling her silence.

"I don't really like the way he treats you."

"He's unfeeling, stoic; he doesn't treat me badly." She shot back.

He paused.

"Well, I know I wouldn't treat you like that."

"You're completely forgetting the fact that I still have feelings for him. It's not like, you know, 'abandon all hope'. Not yet."

"But you still didn't answer my question. Could it work between us?"

She paused, still wanting to avoid the question.

"Marko, I really don't know… I mean, we've always been really close, but more of friends than anything else… I-I just think it wouldn't feel right… Ya know?"

He raised an eyebrow, and she knew an argument was coming. She sat up, and so did he.

"You're gonna tell me that didn't feel right, just now?"

She remained silent.

"Well, I don't know about you, but, hell, that felt pretty damn good to me."

She scoffed, but felt the corners of her mouth tug a little, trying to form the smile she was holding back. Well, she couldn't say it felt bad…. That was for sure. Despite his usual lack of words, Marko certainly had a way with his mouth…

He waited. Then, looking away, said in a more subdued tone, "You practically threw yourself on me a second ago…"

She gawked at him, in shock he would actually say that. "Me? You launched yourself on me first! You kissed me first!"

"Yeah, but you started it!"

She scoffed at his choice of words, nearly expecting him to say, "I'm telling!" next. She saw him start to smile, grinning his telltale smirk. She hit him on the back of the head lightly, (not like she could hurt a vampire) but couldn't help smiling too. He swiftly wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly in a bear hug.

"Marko! Come on, let me go! You're… kinda…crushing… me," She whined, her voice muffled as her face was pressed against his shoulder.

"Not until you say you enjoyed that kiss just as much as I did." He teased.

"Come on!"

"Say it!"

"Ugh… Fine! I liked it, so what?"

He let her go as she gasped for air. He put a hand to her chin.

"See? Was that so hard?"

She laughed batting his hand away. "Yes it was."

He grinned, and glanced down for a second. Catching her by surprise, Marko jabbed her right in her sides, knowing she absolutely hated him doing that. Roxanne had one huge weakness: she was extremely ticklish, especially in her sides. She recoiled and tried to push him away, but to no avail.

"Aaah! Marko, stop!" She nearly squealed, and soon she was laughing uncontrollably, all the while he smiled devilishly. He loved tormenting her. And she knew that all too well. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness swept over her, and she slumped a little, as a grimace overtook her face. Marko, stopped, his smile fading, knowing she wasn't feeling right.

"You okay, Rox?"

She groaned. "Umm, sort of… I feel really light-headed all of the sudden… And tired…"

"Sorry."

"Huh?" she looked at him, her eyes a bit glazed over.

"I took a lot of blood. It's my fault."

"No, I already told you, don't feel bad. I think maybe I just need to rest."

He nodded, took her in his arms, while he leaned back against the couch. She rested her head against his shoulder. Her vision was blurring in and out of distortion, and the room was starting to spin a little. She glanced up, her eyes half open, like blinds wanting to be closed, and she saw his ocean eyes staring back down at her.

"Heyy, Marko?"

"Yeah?"

"You better not tell David about our little kiss. Unless you want your throat chewed out, that is. He'd be pissed. More than pissed."

"Of course. I never kiss and tell." He grinned his impish smile.

Roxanne let her eyelids shut, and in an instant, she blacked out.

Apparently humans need their blood. Huh.


A/N: Thanks for reading! :) Please review, constructive criticism and ideas are always appreciated!

Until next time,

-Killjoy :)