A/n: Hey! This is my first lost boys fanfic, so please, please review! Anyways, this is just a preface, so it's part of one of the future chapters. But I'm sure you already knew that :P Lyrics by Def Leppard (Altered so it's a girl, not a guy)

Preface- Let's toast the hero with blood in her eyes

Caught in a trap

There's no lookin' back

She hides in the crowd

Die hard and proud

Melody POV

The blood was everywhere, covering everything in sight like a huge, crimson blanket. It was on the sand of the beach, it was on me. It was on my shirt, the old and tattered black t-shirt I had borrowed from Marko. It was on my ripped jeans, on my face, on my hands, on my arms, in my hair. It was everywhere.

I was immediately overwhelmed with it all. How could someone have so much blood? It was nearly impossible.

But at this point in my life, nothing was impossible. I'd passed impossible months ago. Now, it was just insane.

It was so dark out any normal human would not be able to see anything. Of course, my vision was perfected. No stars, no lights from the boardwalk or the amusement park. Completely dark. If only the night was silent as well.

It was anything but.

It was deafening. The shrill sounds of shrieks and screeches from our attackers, or maybe from us. It was hard to tell. The sound of throats being slit, of bodies being torn to bits, of blood scattering to the ground.

Blood.

God damn it, what was so great about it? Blood. It's all that we thought about, it was all that we cared about. The stupid, thick and delicious liquid that was the reason I was here at this very moment. Right here, in the middle of a war. Of a raging hell.

I watched in horror as they were surrounding me, bodies of the dead and the immortal bodies that were fighting each other at this very moment. It was disgusting, terrifying. The way they were being torn into bits, staked, struck. Blood spilling everywhere.

One of our guys had just been killed. Another was fighting off one of our enemies, they were flying towards me, so tightly in combat and so quick that their bodies were blurs as they slashed at each other.

Rrrriiiippppp!

The ripping sound told me that one of them had lost, as well as the blood curdling shreik that was lost in the sound of so many others. What shocked me was when the blood from that certain unfortunate spilled not upon the bloody sand, but on me.

I screamed as it spilled over my chest, it was such a different sound then the scream I was used too. It wasn't the scream of a teenage girl, it was the scream of a cold-hearted murderer.

I fell to my knee's in the blood-soaked sand, curling up into a ball. I couldn't do this, it was too terrible. Our enemies were people too. And we were killing them, we were killing these people. We were murderers.

I looked at the blood on my trembling hands. The blood of someone else, of a person. Immortal or not. They used to be people too, before they were turned into beasts. They had families and lifes and jobs and dreams. They didn't deserve to die this way.

I don't know why I was taking such a breakdown about killing people now. I'd been killing people for months, and haven't had such a fit. Maybe it was because that I'd done it for food.

And for protection doesn't count?, a voice taunted in my head. I ignored it. It still didn't make it right.

I was still trembling and practically hyperventilating as I stayed curled up in my little ball. It was definitely unsafe, and I knew it was cowardly, but I couldn't gather the courage to get up and fight.

I'd never felt so weak.

The sound of screaming was what made me lift my head. It sounded familiar, and once I saw what it was it made me start breathing even more harder.

Two of them were fighting viciously, fighting to the death. I watched as they slashed at each other and snarled and bared their fangs as they attacked each other. One of them fell, his face bloody and mangled.

Paul.

I tried to scream but I couldn't, terror was gripping every part of me, clutching at my stomach, squeezing my heart, clenching at my chest. Every inch of me was screaming in agony.

But if I thought I knew pain, it was nothing compared to what I felt next. The sound of shrieking, of agony and pain and fury all locked into one. The shrieking sonded so familiar, and I felt their pain, their agony.

It was Marko.

Sheer, undeniable, irrevocable, unattainable terror burned at my insides, scalding my veins and my heart. Every bit of me was on fire, my stomach acid was ashes, swirling up through my throat. It burned my tounge, my mouth, still rising.

I couldn't stop the wildfire through my boby, the complete horror at the sound of the shrieking of the one I loved.

My Marko. My artist.

I screamed in grief, in terror, in unbearable pain. I felt like I would burst into flames at any moment.

"Marko!" I screeched in agony.

That was when I moved. I got up so fast, feeling the steady flow of tears mix with the blood on my face.

Instantly, I was kicked to the ground. It happened so fast, the blow to my shoulder was so rough that it made me fly backwards. I didn't know what happened, but in seconds I was halfway across the bloody beach, lying on the ground. My shoulder had taken the biggest hit, the claws had completely ripped off the sleeve of my t-shirt and revealed the huge, bloody claw like gashes on my shoulder. Blood dripped from the wound.

My blood, David's blood.

I managed to look up and into the face of my attacker, even though I already knew who he was. I knew he would find me eventually.

The tall figure emerged from the crowd of merciless fighters, walking slowly and confidently, right toward me. Even though I had expected to see him, I had not anticipated how much he looked like David.

He was quite a looker, just like David. Handsome, with long white-blonde hair that was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, the same blue eyes as David, the same height, same build. Same dangerous aura.

He seemed to move in slow motion as he sautered forward, smiling smugly and almost in a friendly way. I was startled when he was closer to me, unsure if he had managed to use his vampire ways to make it here so fast or if he'd really been going so slow after all.

" Hello, Melody." He said quietly to me, still smiling in that dangerous way. "I've been waiting so long to finally meet you."

I stared into those eyes, those blue eyes that were so familiar. And suddenly I knew why David had kept this secret from me.

Because his twin brother wanted me dead.