Author's Note: Okay. Not a lot happens in this chapter even though it is very long because I had to explain what was going on a lot. Just wait for the next one. Much more interesting. I'll have it out soon. I don't own the Lost Boys (DUH!!! If I owned them I wouldn't be here writing about them, I'd be making them come down here and…).

When Evelyn first saw David, they were at the pier in San Francisco. She was leaning on the railing watching the fog come in over Alcatraz. She heard the group before she saw them, just a ways down the pier, whooping and talking and laughing loudly, their clothes were jangling as they were ornamented with chains and such. Evelyn watched them first, just to see. It was more interesting than the fog. They couldn't see her watching because she was still wearing her sunglasses, even though it was late dusk, almost night. She thought they looked like a fun group, clad in jeans and leather. Though their clothes were less eighties and David and Marko had cut off the mullet part of their hair, they still looked like The Lost Boys. Evelyn thought they looked tough, but still more than willing to chill and have a good time. She thought they were interesting. She wished she knew them.

After watching for a time she realized who the leader figure must be: the white blond in the long coat. He didn't say much, but everything went passed him. She liked him. He had a sleekness about him, a quiet power, and however you romanticized it he was still sexy. She wanted to know him, wanted to test him to see if she really did like him. She was debating going over there, standing next to the group then turning around and saying hey. She'd introduce herself to them all, but it'd be David who she'd really be talking to. She didn't pull that use-his-friends-to-get-to-him crap. Girls like that made her sick.

So Evelyn decided it was time the white blond leader realized who was looking at him. She whipped off her glasses, turned her head three quarters in his direction, and flicked her eyes over him. He looked at her, pausing in what he was about to say, before looking back to the one with a long mane of blond hair and continuing speaking. She turned her head to the whole group and smiled, nodding her head in acknowledgement. It was the one with the shortish curly blond hair that moved towards the leader and spoke softly to him, keeping his eyes flicking from the leader to the girl on the pier. The leader looked, nodded, and smiled and they all started walking towards her. Evelyn was hoping they would. She wouldn't mind going over there, but she wanted to make them come to her.

"Hey there," said the leader. David was leaning one arm against the pier railing near Evelyn looking right at her, grinning like he had something up his sleeve.

"What you doin' out here all alone? It's a chilly night…," said the one with the long blond hair, rubbing his arms and shaking his head making the 'brr' noise playfully. Evelyn smiled at him.

"Yeah, it's dangerous out here," said the one with the curly hair and Cheshire grin. Evelyn's smile faltered, and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm alright," she said. She turned to face him and the whole group noticed the large Bowie knife swinging in its holster at her hip.

"It- It's not from us… it's just… you- you're out on the pier all alone," said Marko, eyeing the knife. Her smile came back.

"Yeah it's just, girls usually come in packs… don't even go to the crapper by themselves," said the long-haired blond.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. My name's Evelyn. Who are you guys?" asked Evelyn. She turned to David and fixed him with a look.

"David," said David, smiling and extending his black leather gloved hand.

"Marko," said the Cheshire grin boy.

"My name is Paul," said Paul, smiling at her.

Evelyn looked at the last guy, a tall man of a dark complexion, and raised an eyebrow, prompting him. "Dwayne… Dwayne is my name," he said.

"So what's happening?" Evelyn asked.

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David, Paul, Marko, and Dwayne were taking a break from Santa Carla for a couple weeks. All the security guards knew them and would kick them off the boardwalk on site, and if they all suddenly found themselves missing in a rush the police would say there was a cop serial murderer, and that would make it hard to hunt, hard to feed. This was helping them keep a low profile and Santa Carla wasn't that far from San Francisco.

One evening just as they woke up they went down to the pier to hang out. David felt someone looking at him, repeatedly. That meant it was probably some girl checking him out, and he knew what that meant. That meant dinner. 'Cause when girls checked out David, then they would probably go out with him, and if they went out with him, then that entailed leaving their friends and going somewhere alone with him, and then that meant it was time for David to eat, or drink, as it were. Lots of girls just wanted a fling with him, and others just wanted to tame the wild one or go along for the ride. Others wanted to taste forbidden fruit and go out with the guy that never went out with anyone, or so it seemed, as all the girls he went out with ended up going with him discreetly, and then not coming back. Others, oh the others he thought were funny. They were so naïve, the wanted David to be their boyfriend. Ha! Maybe take him home to meet mummy and daddy, cuddle at the movies, make out at the point, exchange gifts and flowers on Valentine's Day…ha! To think of David doing that. David does not cuddle.

When David saw the girl that must have been looking at him, he had to repress a smile, a downright grin. Tonight would be a fun fling or feed or whatever it was. She had a tight body: legs going on forever, healthy size up in the chest area… she was good, she was gonna be fun. It's not like all girls were food for David. David had once tried caring for girls… as a relationship, but that was decades ago.

It had been a while since David had had an ongoing relationship with one girl. It had been about twenty years since Star… or the attempt that was Star. Star seemed like just the thing to take the boys in another direction. It was always more fun doing things when there was someone to tell you when to stop- and then you don't. Maybe she was the Wendy to their Lost Boys, but Wendy is a pure thing and Wendy has to eventually leave Never Never Land and go home to London to Mother and Father Darling. Star was a failed attempt… she was never even his girl. They'd had a fling, a one-night type of thing that resulted in that old wine bottle being pulled out. Star was just a bad idea. And before Star there hadn't really been a female figure in the life of the boys. You just can't date a mortal girl, and you can't turn every mortal girl you date. This is why David does not cuddle.

This new girl had copper colored hair, a reddish brown. Her skin was creamy and her eyes were dark. She was wearing skin tight black cigarette leg jeans with tall Victorian looking boots that zipped up the side and laced up the front. She had something hanging from her triple row spike stud belt… looked like a knife. Woah… note to self: watch out for girls carrying knives. On top she was wearing a nondescript black shirt with a close-cut black jacket with white pinstripes. With his enhanced vampire vision he could see the velvet accents on the collar and pockets and the skulls molded onto the three big buttons running up the front. The girl looked like a cross between an assassin and an 18th century nobleman. Fascinating, thought David. She was different from the other girls in their strange small jackets and short denim skirts, or the girls with big beads over long tunics with skirts and those leggings that didn't go all the way down. Girls today looked like 80's throwbacks with 60's and 70's haircuts and jewelry. They looked like crazy hodge podged whatevers with no direction, but what did he care? It didn't matter what they wore on the outside, it was what it was like on the inside in their veins and arteries that counted. Compared to the crazy looking whatevers going past her, this girl just looked crazy, and that was what would make tonight fun. He wanted to know what this crazy assassin/nobleman chick who went out at night alone was all about. And what better way than to suck the life from her veins?

Marko was the first one to mention Miss Assassin/nobleman. He moved closer like he didn't want her to hear, though they were out of mortal hearing range, "Hey, look at the chick in black over there, she keeps looking at us… wanna go see what's up?"

"Yeah, but she's mine. I want this one," answered David, and then he told the rest.

After some short conversation where she let them all get a good look at her Bowie knife and introductions Evelyn asked, "So, what's happening?" She gave put her eyes into a death-lock on David.

It surprised him at first, it was like she was scoping him out to eat him, it wasn't the usually flirty look-away, look-away flirt-with-the-group-but-really-be pining-for-David approach the boardwalk girls took. He was especially startled when she realized that she was just matching the look he had on his face. He straightened up and leaned his back against the railing like she was, facing the rest. She finally tore her eyes away to look at Paul when he said "Nothin', nothin'. Just having a good time."

"Yeah, it sounded like you guys were having a party over there. I'm glad you guys came over because I might have had to have made a journey over there," she said.

"Yeah… so you're just out here, by yourself? Like Paul said… girls usually travel in packs. Whatcha doin' out here?" said Marko.

"They do. I think it's annoying sometimes. I'm just hanging out over here. I love the fog and the bay and didn't have much to do so I just came down here. I was figuring going down to Haight Street and hanging round there for the night. Or going to a Peet's Coffee and getting a decent brew." They all looked at David. Apparently he was supposed to do something now. He looked at her and opened his mouth as if to speak, but paused. Classic David style, he never responds immediately. "You guys can come with me if you don't have anything to do." Evelyn was used to hanging out with people she just met. Down in her hometown the kids at the club would start talking and go out to one of the late-night restaurants in the arty part of town. Just random new friends you met at the show and on the scene. Especially in a big place like a mall or pier freaky kids would see other freaky kids and all hang out together 'cause they might be sick of all the Aberzombies, or just lonely from seeing everyone who thought they were better than them because of the way they were dressed. So this concept of going somewhere with people wasn't entirely new. It's also why she had her knife: as backup incase she went somewhere with the wrong type of kids.

There were two thoughts going through David's mind simultaneously. The first was Score, she trusts us. Feeding time… and the other was Hmm, she's interesting. Maybe I'll hang out with her while I'm in town and make her my parting feast.

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At Peet's Evelyn ordered a Cappuccino and then took some Sour Patch Kids out of her big black velvet bag. "Wants some?" she asked the group.

David was analyzing her every move. A group of four boys and one girl… most girls would find that sketchy. Most would be afraid. Four unfamiliar boys acting strange and one girl completely not caring. Most girls would call their friend to come and meet these boys and hang out. What was up with this chick? She started talking to him.

"So, David, do you live in San Francisco?" She was talking directly to him, not to the group. She'll make a move soon. Doesn't she know what's good for her?

"No, I live in Santa Carla. The boys and I came up to see what's happening in the rest of the world," answered David, "You?"

"No, actually, I don't either. I'm here visiting. I go to a small college near here. I drove up to come hang out in the city. The college is in a small town and I'm a city girl so I just wanted to take a break from small town college life," she answered.

"Oh. That's cool. What's your, ah, major?" he asked. Evelyn though he looked young enough to be in college and wondered if he went anywhere.

"Art. I paint with oils. I'm minoring in business."

"Hmm, that's quite a collection."

"Yeah. My dad's a business man and my friends are in a band and it's really easy for the music business to screw you over and I just want to make sure I know how to handle things if I'm out there. Do you go to school anywhere?"

"No. I'm not in school."

"Oh."

"So I guess you drove up here alone, too?" he asked.

"No. I had some friends with me. There out doing… whatever."

"So what were you REALLY doing out there on the pier at night alone if you have friends?" asked Marko.

"I felt compelled to go and BE in the fog. I could see it from my window, but I wanted to FEEL it and smell it and taste it so I went down. My friends were asleep. I guess they'll eventually wonder if I died."

Okay. He'd decided she was fascinating. A crazy girl who majored in art… that he could see, but business? Imagine going to a meeting and have a girl dressed like a circus ringleader giving you the quarterly report. She just didn't look like those ambitious businesswomen he saw driving home from work or one of those docile secretary types. She looked like she belonged on a stage with full fog and lights and a big, wailing, electric guitar. She looked crazy and acted homeless with her bag stuffed so full of what-exactly-he-had-NO-clue. A girl who felt compelled to go into the fog alone. A girl with friends who slept like vampires and who had no problem just leaving. Talking to this girl was like an adventure.

He would have to kill her later.