Hey there! I've been watching the 2008 film "Lost Boys: The Tribe", and no matter what anybody else says, I like it. Plus I think it's awesome, mostly because, like the original 1987 film, it's so inspiring and makes me want to write more. So this is what I cooked up one day. And I decided to make it as if Shane Powers is talking to someone who was a vampire like him, but didn't know who he actually was.

Disclaimer: Genius Hans Rodionoff owns The Lost Boys: The Tribe. I own the stories, oneshots, songfics, novellas, drabbles and poems I cook up from time to time.

I Am a Hunter

Darkness Strikes

Once Again

I'm All Alone

It Feels Like The End

He Walks with Me

While I Sleep

It's Like A Heart Attack

On A One-Way Street

I Can't Sleep Tonight
‛Cause I Gotta Run, Gotta Hide

And I'm Running, Running From This Nightmare

I Turn Around, But There's No One There
And I'm Running, Running From This Nightmare

Running, Running From This Nightmare

-Tuesday Knight, Running From This Nightmare

Shane's POV

Blood. Absolute rivers of it. Whenever some of it rolls down my tongue and across my white skin, I love it. Its taste is akin to what ice cream tastes like to humans (except ice cream comes in all kinds of flavors – such as chocolate, mint chocolate chip, cookie dough). It's simply beyond words. Indescribable, of course...

But I digress.

However, blood is, after all, what gives life to all those people, whom my Tribe and I feed on every night.

Oh, I'm sorry. I sometimes forget to introduce myself – well, actually most of the time. My name is Shane Powers. I used to be a surfer myself. But then... well, let's just say that a chance to change my life came along, and rather than pass that opportunity by, I simply took it.

Carpe Diem.

Sieze the day.

Some people see my kind – vampires – as hunters. Well, that's partially true. We do hunt, yes, but we hunt mortals. Mortals themselves hunt as well, except they hunt deer, elk and moose. You know how you see cows and chickens, and know they'll be on your plate one day? Well, as that old saying goes, don't judge another person until you've walked a mile in their shoes (or boots, as the case may be).

Plus, being nocturnal, we vampires come alive and hunt as soon as the sun has gone down and cooled its hot fire beneath the earth.

Ah, the night.

Stars. Beauty. Darkness. Of course, darkness, now that I think about it, conceals the emotions that humans dare not admit to themselves whenever they're by themselves.

Lust. Passion. Want. Love. Hearts.

I still wonder why they almost never tell anybody. I say "almost" because they treat those things as though they're secrets that should be locked up, like a precious treasure (such as gold, silver, rubies, emeralds and diamonds) in a treasure chest, and never be told to anybody except themselves.

Well, that's enough musing on my part for once. I'm getting hungry, and it's time for me to hunt. Apparently, whatever these mortals do can work up quite an appetite (or a thirst), depending on how much effort they put into doing something.

Well, I hope you like this oneshot as much as I liked writing it. After all, nice feedback not only warms the soul, but also helps me to write more.

~Nightcrawlerlover