A/N Captivation from David's POV! Hope you like it. (: It's really hard for me to write in David's POV, so I apologise if it seems out of character. Let me know if I should continue please! (: Of course, I don't own "The Lost Boys," etc. etc.

Enthral

Chapter 1: Blood Bags

The wind was relentless, throwing itself against the cliff face, whistling throughout the night. Thunder cracked overhead. Nothing I had never experience before, although such occurrences would often scare lesser beings, mainly humans. But I was strong; nothing would scare me, much less the weather.

Marko and Paul were a few feet away, discussing the best tactics for draining. Dwayne sat with me, silent as usual, however it was oddly comforting his presence, as I dwelled on our existence, I had been a vampire a long time now, the nights stretched into one, and life was dragging on by. Santa Carla was losing its initial appeal, and I was growing tiresome of this town.

As for Star and Laddie, I believed they had wandered off to the boardwalk. All in all, it was a typical night.

After a while I signalled that we were to leave to collect Star, and we departed to the boardwalk. It was all the same, the lights flashed, the music played, the faces merged together into a meaningless mass. I scanned the faces, looking for a particularly delicious meal; it was easy to tell how good someone tasted, simply by scanning their mind and face. I, of course, was apt at this skill. We sauntered along; enjoying the looks that people gave us. There was two types: those who dared to glare at us, and perhaps attempted to get us to leave, these people would not last long and meet an unfortunate end, and then the more distinct calibre , whom simply kept out of our way, and avoided eye-contact. Which was how it should be- we had to weed out those who were just a little too much intrepid.

Marko and Paul shambled off to find Star, at my command. Our charade here was becoming tedious; people were becoming suspicious of our youth, and, despite what Max thought, our facade was beginning to disintegrate.

And so, as I was mulling over these things, I forgot about where I was, and lost focus, something I tend to avoid. Losing focus is never a good idea, and what happened just proves my point.

I saw her.

She was sitting on a bench, her face was tearstained but this wasn't what attracted my attention. Even with her face shielded by her hair, I could recognise the unmistakable face of a descendent of the Cavendishes. My own family – when human- had been closely acquainted with hers, I was shocked to find her, as it was thought the whole family had died out. But then, I conceded, I knew her parents were alive, so why shouldn't they have had offspring?

This would make my life all the more difficult, I was thinking. Her parents, whom I still exchanged conversations with, were away but not for the reasons she would have known. They had asked me to do everything in my power to help their relations, but whom? They had not disclosed this information, but evidently it was her that they had had in mind.

How I hated being in another's debt.

Well, I was nothing if not a man of my word.

I just had to stop myself from laughing when I saw her comic; obviously she had visited Edgar and Alan. Those idiots would have to be taken care of, before we left Santa Carla.

I switched on the charm and silently took the place by her right; I was aiming to surprise her and was rewarded by a shocked reaction.

A pity, she wasn't half-bad looking but her personality was weak and, although I may be being harsh, pathetic. I had met many, many humans in my life time, and not one had any redeeming qualities. They were all simply blood bags. Humans are nothing; insignificant rats, and here I was being forced to converse with one, someone that wasn't even illegible for me to consume.

Still, it wasn't like I couldn't have any fun.

I was very pleasant, which clearly raised her opinion of me, therefore is why I tell the boys to follow my examples; it makes people way easier to deal with, although we could easily trance them to follow us. But where is the amusement in that?

Her name erased any and all doubt from my mind about whom she may have been, only werewolves tended to choose such conspicuous names.

She seem flattered by the attention, as she should be, and I took a glance into her head,

...shrivel up and die if he too scorned my name – it wasn't my fault that my parents thought they were being creative to a child who would be capable of pulling off the name.

Ah, so she was embarrassed by her name, poor kid. I didn't challenge her and offered her the chance to come with us. The sooner I got this done with, the better. This was in no way enjoyable, this human was even more pathetic than I had first thought. And now I would have to actually keep her around. The thought was depressing.

She accepted, as I knew she would, she didn't have a lot of friends, or rather, make that none. A product of her parents' protectiveness, I was willing to bet. She seemed to be even more pitiable than I had originally anticipated.

This would be, as they say, a piece of cake.

I quickly introduced each of the pack, missing out Laddie, as he is not, technically, of the pack. He introduced himself, much to my chagrin but, after a hard glance, I let it go.

I made sure to make it clear that Star was not my mate; I had picked up a line of thought which had led to her disappointment and embarrassment of Star.

I rapidly dispensed that design easily enough.

If she thought I was interested that way, not that I'd ever be interested in one of the blood bags, she would follow us, without question, and I could finish this swiftly, and cleanly. Hopefully, she would not object, although I had my doubts, she was just so weak. Tomorrow night, I would find Max, and let him in on the situation, much as it pains me to have to ask for permission. And then, with a bit of luck, I could get her off my hands. I'd do what they'd asked me to; I'd make sure that she was protected, but I'd do it my way.

Which, in their eyes, was the worst way.

A word of advice, never trust nor bargain with a vampire; especially not one such as myself.

Whoever said I was nice?