Author's Note: The story is in a modern-day setting rather than '87, and takes place after the events of the film, so in my version of things, David did not die. The main title and chapter titles are lyrics from "Velvet Touch" by the 69 Eyes. Reviews are always appreciated. :D I own neither the lyrics nor the character of David from Lost Boys.
Chapter One: "I woke up one night into the darkest dream..."
He had ventured away from the crowded, noisy boardwalk and found her standing alone at the docks; looking out over the calm water. The night must not have been cold, for she was dressed skimpily; in a tight black corset top and short black skirt, her legs covered with fishnets and heavy black boots. Slightly curly, ebony hair fell just over her shoulders.
Approaching her silently, he probed her mind, a gift he'd only recently received, and had yet to fully perfect. He could only detect those feelings which were at the very surface of the mind; the strongest feelings. He felt from her an immense, unwavering sadness, a constant loneliness, and an overwhelming need for companionship which, in her short years, she had been unable to find. Her feelings were a mirror to his own.
Standing just a few feet behind her, though she was still unaware of his presence, he slipped off his gloves, placing them in the pockets of his trenchcoat. He reached out, touching a hand to her upper arm. Her mortal skin was nearly as pale as his own vampiric skin. She must exist as a vampire would; leaving the safety of her indoors only at night. He felt her tense slightly at his touch, undoubtedly cold to her skin, before her arm fell away from his hand as she turned to face him.
She turned, her eyes meeting a figure such as she had never before seen. There was something subtle to his beauty, something beyond the pale skin, the blue eyes, the platinum hair. His features were somehow enhanced...his presence was preternatural. It seemed she stood in silence before him for a lifetime, unable to speak. She felt him observing her with the same subtle scrutiny with which she observed him, yet she felt utterly calm.
His mind held a cool serenity over her, and he felt her hopes, dreams, fantasies, fictions she wished could be reality, slowly trickle into her consciousness as her mind worked to comprehend his power. He leaned in closer to her, placing a hand on her neck and whispering in her ear. "I can make your dreams reality, Deirdra."
She blinked at the sound of her name, prudence reappearing in her eyes as she gasped and backed away from him. His hold over her had slipped.
"How do you know me?" she asked, accusingly, cautiously, though not entirely frightened.
"I can learn anything I want to know about you, Deirdra," he replied, moving forward to once again close the gap between them, "it's all in your mind."
Deirdra drew herself up, "And you can read my mind." Accusation, light mockery in her voice.
He grinned, knowingly. Her projected emotion may have been one of mocking disbelief, but just behind that front, there was wonder and hope. He slowly found the word in her mind: vampire.
He moved closer still. His body against hers, he could feel her intoxicating heat, could smell her blood. "That's exactly what I am..."
Arms around her waist, he held her close, as her arms encircled his neck. His embrace seemed to both crush and cradle her. She surrendered. She felt his lips on her neck, gentle in kisses at first, then the pain appeared, sudden. She clung to him as he drained her life, as the darkness shrouded her.