He was a rogue, an absolute devil in disguise with his eyes glinting like blue fire and the infamous devil-may-care smirk that was ever present on his lips. There was power in the way he moved and the way he talked that could be compared to none, not even Dwayne's fierce strength for David's was a different type of strength. It seemed as if he was an animal ready to attack but held back by his own determination. Likewise, his voice had an edge to it that suggested he was ready with wounding words but simply choose not to use them.

This knowledge was not wasted on the blonde and he walked down the boardwalk with perfect confidence, the rest of the Lost Boys flanking him. The night crowd was winding down now at half past one so that only a few stragglers were left. Paul was the first to cut off from the group, having spotted a lovely blonde with her hips swinging as she walked. Marko was the second to leave, spotting twins leaning against the railing, and dragged Dwayne along with him. The brunette raised his eyebrows and nodded towards the twins, indicting he thought David should join them. The blonde shook his head and kept walking until he reached the end of the boardwalk. He turned onto one of the side streets that still held a good view of the ocean and where the cats-eye moon threw a dull, pale, almost supernatural glow on the barren street while a streetlamp flickered to life sporadically. It cast its own small harsh light on a bench sitting directly under it. On the bench, with a peeling green paint laid David, resting his left leg on the arm while he extended his right until the heel of his boot rested on the ground. Staring up at the streetlamp, he cushioned his head with his left hand and brought his right up to his lips. In the near darkness the end of his cigarette emitted a small orange glow, illuminating the gloved fingers momentarily while the smoke curled about his fingers sinuously.

David sat up and rose to his feet in one continuous motion as the streetlight flickered back to life and flicked the butt of his cigarette into the gutter. The blonde stood by the bench for a moment, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his coat, and stared down the street with faraway eyes. The flash of lightening and distant rumble of thunder went unnoticed.

"David." A deep, melancholy voice drew the blonde out of his daze and he snapped his head around to see Dwayne sitting on the bench less than an arm's length away.

"You finished feeding early." David commented airily as he turned back around to face the ocean.

Dwayne shook his head slowly and went to stand beside David. "I didn't want to. It's more about the game of it. I like to win, it's true, but I like a challenge and there was no challenge in this one."

David nodded in understanding. They frequently made sport of their victims; seducing them or making them comfortable enough so that they would be lead unknowingly to their death. He was about to turn and lead them back to the others when a sudden piercing shriek made him pause. "Did you hear that?" He asked the brunette. The shriek was so faint he was unsure the other was even paying enough attention to have heard it.

"Of course." Dwayne answered as he turned his head in the direction of the scream.

Usually, David wouldn't have cared about a scream, he'd heard too many in his life, but this one was different. He couldn't say for sure, maybe it was the frequency or the underlying urgency that marked it as different from the screams of joy he often heard every night, but this one struck him like a blow. His eyebrows raised and his eyes widened slightly as the scream came again but seemed to be cut off only to start again and he realized that it was coming from off the ocean, off to their right. David took a step forward only to be stopped by Dwayne's hand on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" The brunette asked though his eyes looked at David strangely as if he already knew the answer.

"I-I don't know." David's eyebrows furrowed in amazement at the first time he was unsure and acting without thought.

'You can't go from the air. There's too much of a risk for that so you'll have to swim." Dwayne replied as if David had answered otherwise.

David shuddered as he looked at the water lapping against the shore. "I'm not going out there. There is no reason for me to believe that anyone out there is even in trouble and even if there was, I have no reason to help them."

The other vampire took his hand from David's shoulder and shrugged out of his leather jacket.

"What the hell are you doing?" David asked.

"You're obviously interested. I'm curious as to know why." Dwayne replied as he jogged over to where the sand and pavement met. Smirking he said, "I'll race you."

Never one to ignore a challenge, David shrugged out of both coats and his shirt. They removed their boots at the same time so that they wouldn't be hindered in the water.

Dwayne shuddered and pulled a face when the water reached his barrel chest. "Let's go."

David followed after the brunette, his body shivering as it repelled the very idea of him going into the water let alone swim in it.

They must have swum a mile at the least because David could feel himself become almost physically sick from the water though it was cool and calming on his skin. He stopped paying attention to the direction in which they were going and focused Dwayne who was just a little ways in front of him. They most likely would have past the person that was screaming had they not wrapped their arms around David's torso.

The sudden contact made David stop, his mouth contorted in an instinctive snarl which instantly changed at the realization that this was the person they were after. Dwayne had stopped as well and treads water a few feet from David. It's a young woman clinging to David; her long black hair was swaying behind her with the waves like a cape. She stared at him with intense green eyes, silently pleading with him for help as the waves washed over her head, threatening to drag her under.

"Let's go back." David yelled over the thunderous roar of ocean.

Dwayne nodded, his massive frame trembling.

"Wait." The girl yelled. She nearly choked on the water that rushed in her mouth but her voice still rang clear as a bell. "My friend, she swam out here. Find her. Please."

David was about to ask Dwayne take the girl so he could look but the brunette jerked his head in the direction of the shore.

"I'll look." Dwayne raked his hair back from his face only to have a wave push it back in front of his eyes. His mouth contorted in a scowl as he spoke. "You take her back."

"I want you back in half an hour." David warned as he grasped the girl around her waist. She was limp in his arms now and most likely had fainted from the strain of swimming and treading water all that time.

Dwayne gave a mock salute and said, "Yes, sir."

The blonde watched as his fellow vampire swam away, every so often disappearing below the waves to look for the other girl. David swam back to shore, using only one hand and gripping the girl tightly with his other. During the swim he found himself wondering what her name was and what she was like. Somehow he knew he wouldn't be quite right until she was safe on land.

A pair of hands met him close to shore and dragged him onto the sand. David coughed and bent over to retch as he planted his feet firmly in the sand, placing his hands on his knees to steady himself. He looked up to see Marko crouching beside the girl, holding her chin with his thumb and forefinger as he examined her unconscious form.

"You went out there for this?" Marko asked innocently.

David ignored the question and fell into the sand to the other side of the young woman. "She's not breathing. We have to get air in her lungs."

"I can do it." Pushing his hair from his face, Marko brought his face close to the girl's, pinched her nose and breathed air into her lungs. Unwilling to sit by, David helped by pushing down on her chest.

They repeated this exercise three times before she rid herself of the access water and each time Marko brought his lips to hers David wished it was him.

"Son of a bitch." She groaned as she sucked in huge draughts of air.

Marko sat back on the ground and practically howled with laughter. "You went out there for this?" He repeated.

"Shut up." David growled, throwing a fistful sand at the younger vampire. He gentled as he turned to the girl and helped her to sit up. "What were you doing out there?"

"My friend went out for a swim. I warned her that a storm was coming and it was too rough but she went anyway when I wasn't watching. She's been she depressed lately; her brother just died." The girl bit her lip nervously.

"I'm sure she just went for a swim." Marko flashed his signature boyish smile. "Besides, our brother is out there and I'm confident he'll find her."

They sat on the beach for a moment, waiting anxiously for Dwayne's return. The brunette emerged from the ocean like a leviathan, water dripping from his hair and streaming down his body. David noticed he was carefully keeping his right arm hidden by turning so his body kept it out of sight.

"I went and swum farther out and along the beach but I couldn't find her. I'm sorry." Dwayne apologized.

The girl covered her mouth with her hand and sobbed. David wrapped an arm comfortingly around her shoulders. Despite the situation that brought them together, he was elated to find that she had leaned against him and was resting her forehead on the crook of his neck, her skin warm with blood against his own cold skin.

AN- I've finally written my fic for David! So for those of you that have read my other fic, I Can't Love You, a question: should put Tris in this one or keep them totally unrelated? Choice is yours and as always hope you enjoyed…