RECAP

For those of you who haven't read Certain as the Moon, Raven is a girl the boys brought in, and is the main character of the story. She meets the boys one night, and ends up calling them a family. It seems as soon as she's adjusted to her new vampire life, Star and Michael come into the picture. Here's where the story changes: in this version, everything happens like the movie, the boys die and raven is left with David.

AN/ I know that supposedly Shane was turned when the Boys wanted Michael to feed with them, but for my story, this is how it goes haha

I had felt the death of everyone except for David. Those kids had killed Marko, and then Paul and Dwayne. I looked for David only to find ashes in a fire place. I had been staked, but I think Edgar had missed and punctured a lung or something instead. It hurt like a bitch though. Kinda ironic, Edgar and Allan trying to be rid of a raven, only for me to still be here and nevermore would they try.

I thought briefly of revenge, of vengeance for my slain brothers, but quickly shook those thoughts. That's how the rest of us had been killed, revenge for Marko. The house was empty, and a complete mess. I would never see my brothers again, I thought as I saw their remains around. The gorgeous Cheshire grin of Marko, the laughter of hair metal Paul, the thoughtful stare of Dwayne, the cocky ice blonde David... I took off and headed toward the park.

I passed the tilt-o-whirl cups, and a huge wave of grief washed through me. I remembered meeting the boys there, Paul insisting we ride together. The metal in my tongue irritated the inside of my mouth for the first time in a long time. It had been a while since Paul and Marko stuck the pieces of metal there. With the loss of my friends I almost wanted to run to the karaoke bar and cry to my mom.

I headed back to the beach to feed. I started watching a bonfire party, and caught the glint of a set of ice eyes on the other side of the party. My face turned demonic as I descended on the group. After I drained a couple I noticed someone attacking with me. "Raven?" a voice said as the figure dropped his victim.

"David? You survived?!" I half asked as I jumped onto him.

"Barely. They left me impaled on a set of antlers" he replied as he hugged me. It was a weird hug, like he wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to do it. "The others... weren't so lucky"

"I know..." I looked at the bloody sand at my feet. "What happened?"

"Well, Paul was melted by holy water. Dwayne was staked and electrocuted. Max, the vampire who's blood Michael ingested was staked with a fence post" he explained as we started heading for home.

"Aren't you heartbroken your sire died?" I asked him as we grabbed each other's hands for comfort.

"Max wasn't my sire. And I wasn't too fond of him anyway" he said coldly. "It's his dumb ass plan that killed our family"

"Who was your sire then?" I wondered aloud.

"Someone named Johnson" David said annoyed while climbing down the stairs and went further inside the cave. "I'm tired and I'm done answering your questions Raven" he said as he flew up to his usual perch and I followed to mine. "Goodnight" he was instantly asleep. Grump. I however felt the threads of insomnia tugging at my mind all night.

I don't know if it was fear or if it was sadness that created the fan blowing the fog of sleep away from my mind. Three of my brothers were gone, and I was left with the one who had attitude issues. Amazing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Shane~~~~~~~~~~

Shane Powers was left to bleed out as David and Raven walked away. He had thought it to be any night, just him and his Surf Nazi buddies playing around a beach bonfire. After a day of surfing in the heat they had planned to cool down with a nice ride on the waves under the stars. He laughed with his friends. They were all wasted.

"You dance like you surf" Shane said at his friend jumping around the fire, his green side-hawk bouncing with him.

"Not all of us can go pro!" someone else said from a log on the other side of the fire. "Toss me a bottle will ya?" Shane grabbed a bottle of beer from the cooler beside him and threw it across to the other boys waiting hand. He caught it, surprisingly, and took a log from the fire pit. After chugging the bottle, he let out a large burp, causing the flames to blow from the torch.

Someone in a long black coat flew down from the sky. Was he really flying? Someone else came from another side of the fire, dark brown/red hair flowing behind her. Shane couldn't see her well, but she looked as though she was beyond rational thinking. She grabbed side-hawk and sliced his throat, making him bleed out. The other figure, the male, gouged the fire-breather's eyes out of his head completely. Then the man in the coat picked Shane up and tore into his throat. Then he stopped, mid-way.

"David?" The girl said. The man turned and left Shane there. The two of them talked, and then they left. So Shane was there, left forgotten, his blood flowing from his neck.

His breathing became heavy as he slowly dragged his way through the sand. He could feel the cells in his body dying as his life force bled out. His throat burned, at first he thought it just the pain. He did have a giant hole in his neck after all. They had been dancing around the flames on the beach, when two people came at them from opposite sides.

He watched his friends die at the hands of the two, who seemed to be too focused on killing the surfers until they saw each other. He remembered the name of the one that attacked him, the one that tore through his throat. David. His name was David. Shane crawled to the ocean that was just feet away. He didn't care that the water was full of salt, his throat burned with a thirst. He was in shock, he couldn't think right, and his body was weak.

After a few desperate attempts to numb the thirst, Shane realized it was for something else. The salt made the thirst worse, it didn't help at all. He could hear movement in the water, the soft motion of small waved being created as something swam towards him. At this point he didn't care what it was, he ripped into the creature. Its skin was hard, yet smooth. More of them came towards him, drawn by the blood, and he continued to feast on them. Shane didn't even notice one shark take a chunk from his leg.

When he was in his right state of mind again, he found that his friends weren't as lucky as him. They had been family, and now they were dead. He could recall the conversation the attackers had as they walked away. The two names, and the two demonic faces tearing apart the group of friends. Now Shane was alone, but now he had a half-brother. Time to make a new family, he thought to himself. A pack like wolves. A tribe.