Alright. I do NOT own any bit of the Lost Boys. However, I do own the prospects of the storyline because it is from a story that I've done before considering this fanfiction. Enjoy:-)
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David came late to the usual meeting spot on the boardwalk. He'd never appeared so miserable before; never experienced equal sorrow as when he was sired. His skin was sullen, his eyes faint. He lost his lover and his son-to-be when Michael Emerson came to Santa Carla several years ago. He love his brothers . . .but, he loved Star more that when he saw her return with a boy in tow, he grew silent and furious. He marked the boy as a challenge; a joyous obstacle to overcome to win his lover back. Although, he inevitably failed.
Losing both Star and Laddie, David grew weary and restless, feeding off the rogue pigeons inside the crumbling hotel and scarcely having the ideal to hunt. His brothers never left his side; but, the night called to them too much that they left him alone.
As the years of solitude became a burden, David finally decided to rejoin his brothers in terrorizing the newly interested faces of Santa Carla. He was amazed how much time passed without his presence known. He noticed several regular customers become older, and unlike them, their fire were slowly dying to make way for a newer generation.
"Nothing to choose?" Marco jokingly said when David turned his back to watch a rushing wave of people collaborate near the stage.
Even then, rock seemed to have changed to a more darker appeal than what David remembered. They were passive songs, moving and easy to listen to; now they were rapidly changing around him. Styles evolved for the better, yet some could not turn their back on their favored eras.
David kept to his black leather jacket and jeans, Marco exchanged his wildly colorful jacket for a more relaxing, large buckled coat whereas Paul and Dwayne, hardly changed at all. Their hair unavoidably stayed the same even as time passed. They appeared young, no older then twenty with their eyes glowering their true age, they were in their forties.
David's white blonde hair seemed to drain the very color from his face, even the silver earring hardly did justice. He needed to feed, and quick. But, the motive to do so never came. Again, he began to walk aimlessly through the lengthy boardwalk where they ended back to the video shop owned by Max, David's maker. Even he appeared the same humble forty year old.
"What's troubling him?" He question Paul. The boy usually came by the front counter to lean in to have a better look at his workers. He grimaced when the girl showed some form of interest to him. He couldn't afford to loss yet another worker to the boy. "Paul!" He declared sharply, breaking the deliberate marking.
Paul shrugged his shoulders and straightened up. "He still hasn't found a challenge. I guess he feels out of luck tonight."
Max shook his head. His perk brown hair hardly falling out of place. "David is a handsome boy. Someone will come to him when he least expects it."
"He might still be thinking about Star."
Max inhaled sharply. The name sounded too painful to even hear. "Star was a mistake, and so was that bratty little boy she cowered over. I've warned you before that giving a child that silly drink of yours will change him. There are plenty of people against Child . . . Vampires." Max whispered lastly. "He should be grateful to Michael Emerson for taking them away. He'd be better of without that clueless girl." He watched David sidle out of the shop, his hands tucked in his pockets.