Disclaimer - I do not own any people from Lost Boys if I did none of the boys would have died. - goes to emo corner & cries-

[A/N - Anyway I own Vala Nyx & anyother random ass people... Oh yeah, my spelling pretty bad & it kinda hard for me to type at times 'Cuase I live in Texas so some words might come out with a southern slang to them... so um, yeah no bruns please. You don't like then don't read. Those with ideas for the story please tell me! ^_^ Also some of the character might not be the same as the movie but I will try my best to keep their personalitys... Umm Enjoy! X3 ]

'Thoughts'

'SHOUTING'

"Talking"

-Doing Something-

Names of Things

~Flash Back~

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______Chapter 1______

"My darlin' duaghter, you must continue your practice." His voice pircing, but warm pride.

"But father, I'm so tired!" Mine soft, whiney but, stubbern with the of a warrior within.

The scene switched from floating voices of my childhood training. To the night my life fell apart...

The night was cold, void of all sound but, my labored breathing. The air, strong with the scent of blood riding in the wind, I walked quickly to the door of mine & my father's home of many years. Entering our house I looked for any sign of life... hopfully from my father.

Seeing none I shuffled into the kitchen. Glancing around I saw a blood trial from the sink, where there was dirty dishes in the water still, leading to the backdoor. Pauseing I saw fully of the damage.

Wood, that once was our dinning table & chairs, was scattered, thrown, & bashed against the walls & floor. Apond some of the pieces of wood, I could see bits of fleash with blood on them.

Panicking I ran to the backdoor. Gasping, when I saw that the door was torn off the henges along with part of the frame. The only thing that ran through my head was,' Oh Shit!'

After going through the doorway & on to the pourch, I quickly served the area. Again all I could hear was my own labored breathing,along with a stronger scent of blood.

I could feel myself paling. 'No... NO! It doesn't have to be him. He could still be alive & waiting for me in a safe place...'

Stepping more into the yard I looked around cautionly. When I got to the old tree I saw a foot...& a body with it. 'Damn! I can't tell if it's Dad... Fuck!'

Slowly, stelfly, as I was taught, I moved towards the tree. Coming around the other side of the trunk I stopped. Frozen in fear, denial, &... anger. I could feel hot tears running down my cheeks & off my face.

Falling to my knees I sobbed for a couple of seconds before crawling to my father's beaten & battered body.

Another wave of tears came as I tried to wipe the blood on his face off. Only to smug it. Even with chunks of fleash missing from his body that I could see I couldn't help but, hug his slow warmth losing body. 'Forgive me Father... I'm sorry that I didn't make it. I should have been here to aid you in battle ... but I wasn't & now this is all my fault.'

Sitting back on my knees I stared up at the stars. None shone, only the lone full moon. The moon... I knew how it felt now. Alone, floating in never ending darkness. So, I cried to the heavens... for myself & my father ... for the things that are to come.

Standing up I backed away from my father's body & back twords the pourch. Wiping the tears from my face I stopped & listened.

There was someone or something out here with me. Lurking within the shadows... waiting, searching , hunting for its next prey.

Reaching behind me I grabed the handle of my katana & got in a stance. Narrowing my eyes I looked to the top of the old tree. Amoung the leaves I could see the glowing of pircing yellowish orange eyes.

Finaly reliesing what it was I quickly backed up, keeping my eyes trained on the monster in the tree that helped kill my father.

Feeling for the gate that lead to the frontyard, I keeped my awareness up as I unlached the hook that held the gate closed.

Turning around as fast as I could I ran from the creature following me. Looking behind me I could finaly see what it really looked like. The least to say is that I alomst puked at what I saw in its jaws. From what i could see it looked like a human arm...

Coming around the cornner of the street that I was on, I got a better look at it than its bloody jaws. It's fur pitch black with slivers of silver here & there. Claws sharp looking as my double-bladed katana. It's teeth no different than it's claws.

What frighten me the most other than how filthy it looked, was it's eyes. All I could think of was,'OH SHIT! Why in the fucking name of Jashin-Sama did this happen to me?' It's eyes, now more orange than yellow, held hunger, rage, & lust. Lust for what I don't care or want to know.

Getting alook at where I was I cursed under my breath. 'Fuck, I took Dead Man's End.' All Dead Man's End really was a dead end where tons of people have died, been killed, raped then killed, killed in gang fights, &... well you get the point don't ya? 'Great, isn't this a wonderful place to get trapped at?' My thoughts were bitterly sarcastic as I slowed down to a stop & quickly caught my breath.

To my displeasure the beast caught up to me faster than I would have hoped for. Staying away as much as I could from the wall & the ugly mother fucker in front of me; I got ready for a fight of life or death... Hopefully it was the first choise.

Lunging toword the monster, that destroyed my life, I aimed my blade at it's spine hopeing to paralyz it. 'Shit so close.' Missing 'cuase of it's blocking, I jumped as far as I could.

Making another attack at it, I was aiming for it's neck. Thankfully, I cut through fur, fleash, musle & bone. Yet before the last of the cut was made, I was strucked across the face, as a last atempt to kill me. Sadly, the beast's head was halfway off as this attack was made.

Stumbling, I clutched my now bleeding face, while making my way to the entrance of Dead Man's End. At the sidewalk I made my way home, but with the lacking energy I fell.

Lucky enough for me a bystander walking down the street saw me fall & rushed to my aid. Quickly the person asked if I was alright. 'Do I look alright ya shitheaded baster? I'm fuckin' bleeding here you dumbass!' Through my thoughts full of mental anguish 'bout how stupid people are at times, I heard the person saying that the amblance were on their way.

Sighing another bitter thought entered my mind as I spoke in a hoarsly voice, " I fucking hate rogue wolves..." as my sentence dragged on I slipped into the blackness that came with the effects of bloodloss.

______End of Chapter 1______

[A/N- So... that the end of chapter 1. Anyway please review if not well... your just plain mean... haha thank you for reading. I'll try to update this story as much as I can.]

--Soul Of Doom--