As promised, here's the first chapter of the sequel to See No Evil. :) Updates this time will have to be weekends only since my new lectures are 9-5 and I don't get back home until 6. Hope you enjoy reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys. OCs, however, are mine. Credit to Placebo's Infra-Red for the story title.

She had once been asked to choose between day and night. Back then it was supposed to have been a casual conversation. A simple way of getting to know the person she was dating. So she had chosen night. It was an innocent answer for an innocent question that now, in hindsight, had been regrettable and completely naïve. But that's what the night used to be. It used to be fun and relaxing. It was the time when people could temporarily throw away the stress of work or school. It was the time when people came home from work to chill out or go out and cut loose.

But if someone would ask her again, Bonnie would choose day. Night was ugly. Evil. A mere mask of wildness and fun to hide the real danger. That brutal, cold night that most residents of Santa Carla only got a glimpse of in the news when someone had been murdered or disappeared.

Bonnie had done more than glimpse. She had witnessed it right in front of her eyes. That monstrosity and viciousness. She had felt the blood slap her in the face, cling to her hair and clothes. She had watched the life slowly disappear from a person's eyes. She had heard the wails and the shrill, terrified screams. She had seen a dead body, staring blankly at her.

And, more frightening than anything else, she had seen the monster responsible.

He had not been human.

He was a creature she thought only existed in lore and fiction. But she knew they were real now. And here. Lurking in the shadows of Santa Carla, pretending to be human when they blended in with the crowds. Luring in victims who perceived them as normal, teenage boys.

Just like they did with Debbie, Bonnie thought.

Debbie… Somebody. She had never found out her last name. To be honest, she never could stomach turning on the news in case she saw a report of the girl's murder. It would only bring in more guilt and nightmares and she was dealing with plenty of both already. Hiding away from these vampire problems suited her. Maybe in time she could forget about the whole thing or go into denial.

Even though it's been just over a week and I still haven't, she thought. She cringed, letting her head flop back on the sofa. It was the third day of the summer holidays. She had been looking forward to that Tuesday when her last exam had finished and she could start enjoying her freedom. But after the events of last week the summer had been ruined. She was hiding, living in fear.

Knowing about vampires was the worst thing to have knowledge of. It had been haunting her mind, making her see shadows in her room, corners, and dark backstreets. The noise of the wind would be their howling. The tree branch tapping at windows upstairs would be their fingernails scraping at the glass. Everything became vampire related. Noises, movements… they were never anything logical. It wasn't really the trees. It wasn't really the wind.

Vampires. It had to be them.

Paranoia was glued to her like an unwanted shadow. Stuck and never letting go. A floorboard creaking would send her jumping and grabbing a cross. When the doorbell rang at night that was her cue to run straight into her bedroom, cowering behind the door with a stake and Holy water in her tight grip. Bedtime saw her closing all curtains, making sure every window was locked, and she would fall asleep completely covered and hidden by her duvet. The light would be on, keeping the darkness and shadows away from her room.

She huddled up in her blanket, trying to let the film on television distract her from these fears. But after two weeks she was plagued by this new world that stayed in her head. There was no escaping it.

And when you had two friends who claimed they were skilled vampire hunters it made it even harder to escape.

Just as she expected it was almost midnight and someone was knocking on the door. She heard the familiar muttering and groaned as she stood up. She trudged over to the door, pulling the fluffy blanket tight around her and she opened it, facing the Frog brothers with a scowl.

"No," she snapped.

They stood there with stakes and Holy water in their hands.

"You know about vampires. And you have information on Marko. We need your assistance in staking them," Edgar said. "Stop being stubborn, soldier, and arm yourself. We're going on a hunt."

"Fuck ooooff," she groaned, letting her head rest against the door. "I am not going to be a vampire hunter. I don't want any part of it."

"You have a duty."

"Ed, I have no duty! Stop acting like it's compulsory for me. It's not. I want a normal life." Her clipped toned softened and her eyes widened at him. "Please."

"I understand it's hard to get used to –."

"Bullshit. No, you don't."

"You're right. I don't actually understand why you're acting like this. You can be a hero, you know."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh great. Just what I've always wanted."

Alan stepped forward. "Marko and his little gang are out killing innocent people right now. And they do that every night. You see all those missing posters? That's down to vampires. That's down to him."

Her eyes were hot and watery. "Alan…"

"You've seen the latest one. A girl who was thirteen years old."

She sniffed and rubbed at her eyes.

Edgar cocked an eyebrow. "Think Marko might have been her killer?"

She gritted her teeth. "Don't make me think about that."

"I know it's bothering you. So help us," Alan said.

"Of course it bothers me! I dated him and I had feelings for him. But they know I know about them so I am not stepping foot outside at night willingly. What could I do if they got me alone? I can't fight; I don't even know how to! I could actually die and I'm only seventeen. The only person I'm protecting is myself."

Edgar scowled at her. "That's quite selfish –."

"Tough shit." And she slammed the door in their faces. Edgar and Alan turned to each other, both frowning with Edgar shrugging at his younger brother. Alan waited for the orders.

"Well? What now?"

"We're on our own," said Edgar and beckoned Alan to follow him. "Might as well get used to that and I guess it's better this way. We're the only ones who care about this town and stopping the threats. And we're the only ones willing to put an end to this vampire menace in Santa Carla. We'll be our own team. Right, Alan?"

"Right."

"We'll have to keep our eyes out. We're getting nothing from Bonnie about Marko and his band of bloodsuckers. She's made it quite clear she's only looking out for herself. It's up to us to keep a watch on this town and try and get information ourselves about this gang."

"We know what Marko looks like. But I've only seen the others he hangs out with a couple of times. As for their hiding place… no clue." He looked back at Bonnie's house, mounting his bicycle as he did so. There was no sign of her peering out to see them walk away or even the sight of her running out to them with a change of heart.

With a moody pout plastered on her face, Bonnie flicked through the channels. It was almost midnight and her parents were still out. She never begrudged her parents taking the odd Friday night to treat themselves to a meal for two. Considering the work load they usually had that left them busy it was nice to see them have a break to spend some time together while Bonnie enjoyed having the house to herself or using it to sneak out and hang around the Boardwalk.

But it was different this time. She was alone with vampires stalking around Santa Carla and she felt like she was in the middle of a horror film. There was no way she could get to sleep by herself. The house was empty and silent; so quiet you could hear the dripping of a tap in the kitchen and any creaking noises that the house made had become twice as loud. Like somebody was walking around in her house.

Maybe someone was. But she had already checked five times, going to every window in the house to see if they were still locked and going to the front and the back door. Nobody was there despite the arguments she had with herself every time those creaks came back. She always went back to believing she was being watched.

She continued to stay huddled in her blanket with the lights on, the curtains closed, and the door closed completely. And she vowed she would continue to stay in that position until her parents came home and eased her nerves a little.

Hopefully they would return soon because her eyelids were getting heavy and she was constantly yawning.

I hate this, she thought and thought back to the time when her world seemed completely normal. How she missed it. Not being afraid of the dark… hearing a creaking noise upstairs and ignoring it… being alright with having a window open…

Her only problems in life had been typical ones. Well, except for possible MS. Now even that seemed trivial compared to the monsters out there in the world. A condition she would probably learn to deal with, eventually accepting the change with the support of her family and friends. Not a nice change but at least she would have people around her to help her come to terms with it and have people to talk to.

Who could she talk to about this? Edgar and Alan were out of the question. They would suggest the only way to deal with vampires was to kill them and proceed in lecturing her about having a responsibility as if their lives were a comic book. Rather than viewing as her Bonnie, a seventeen year old human girl, they were viewing her as a potential superhero. What could she do? Dance a vampire to death?

There was no-one else to tell. Definitely not her parents. Her friends would think she had gone completely insane. She would end up seeing a therapist and be viewed as a crazy girl at school. All she had to do was take a look at the way Edgar and Alan were treated and it told her sternly that telling people was out of the question.

She also knew telling anyone would result in a hunt. She was already a threat to Marko's gang simply by knowing they were all vampires. If she told anyone else and they believed her, it would be putting them in the same danger she was in.

Bonnie sighed and rubbed at her temples. All this secrecy and hiding was going to be too much considering there was still a way to go before she could leave for college. If she even survived the next year, that is. How could she persuade a paranoid vampire gang that she really, truly wasn't intent on exposing them and there was absolutely no reason to kill her? Could Marko care about her enough to let her live and trust she would not say anything? Or by turning her back on him was that it? Was she now an enemy, no matter how she planned on behaving?

Fuck's sake, how the hell did I get involved in all this? How do I get myself out of it?

If she had the balls to, she would march right up to Marko and scream at him. Yell at him for getting her into this danger. It was his fault, after all. How dare he strut around the Boardwalk, looking for some girl to turn like freaking Dracula? Girls weren't his brides and Bonnie had her own future. One she had picked out for herself and he came along ready to change all that. All because of… what? His dick needed some action? Rather than screwing human girls and leaving them for dead he was after someone to use for his vampire biker image permanently?

She thought back to that girl she had met. Star? Was that her name? David's chick.

Urgh, poor thing was just labelled a 'chick'. No identity, just the gang leader's prize possession for his image. Was that what Marko intended me to be?

She felt sick at the thought of being a vampire. How could Marko convince himself she would have chosen that life and enjoyed it? Seeing Marko murder two people without any remorse was a nightmare. It never escaped her memory. That image of him biting into that girl's neck always wormed its way into her nightmares. He had been so… inhuman. One minute he had been an angelic looking young man with bright blue eyes and a cheeky smile; the next a snarling, demonic monster that greedily guzzled down blood as if he had been starved for years. And he didn't seem to care that she was in that car as well watching it. There had been no shame.

"Eurgh!" she gagged and stood up, feeling sick at the memories of dating him. Constantly looking around her, she made her way upstairs to the bathroom without any monsters jumping out at her.

Speaking of monsters, how much of a zombie did she look at the moment?

The girl in the mirror was a complete mess. An unrecognizable Bonnie. For starters, her hair was in desperate need of a wash. She picked at the roots of her copper hair, cringing at the greasiness of them but at the same time she didn't feel like she wanted to do anything about it for now. Her face was weary and so pale her freckles seemed darker and stood out more. Dark circles were under her eyes. A few spots had started to break out on her chin that she shrugged off. Her chapped lips had tiny cuts in them thanks to all the frantic biting she had done to them recently.

A complete mess but, again, that seemed such a trivial thing to worry about at the moment.

A little huff escaped her lips and she ran the tap, cupping her hands underneath it bringing the cool water up to her face. It did not make much of a difference to how she was currently feeling but she felt fresher.

Of course it suddenly seemed all for nothing when the doorbell rang and she was ready to start sweating. Now there was a knock.

Please, God, no. Not them, she thought.

Who would come to her house at this time? Family? No. If it was an emergency her aunts and uncles would ring the house. She had not ordered any food. Her parents had their keys. Edgar and Alan had got the message. Why would a neighbour come round to the house?

But then again, why would vampires ring the doorbell and knock? They had powers. Those things would force their way in. Probably turn into mist and sneak in through the crack underneath the door.

Her grip on the rim of the sink tightened and she looked out of the bathroom, straight down the stairs and towards the front door. She never budged. The doorbell rang again and more frantic knocking.

"Bonnie?"

The person was female. A girl with a worried, urgent tone. She knocked on the door again.

Bonnie's first hysterical thought revolved around ghosts and how it was the angry spirit of Debbie come to get revenge. Furious that Bonnie had failed in saving her, she had returned from the grave to haunt her.

"Bonnie, it's Star! Can we talk?"

Star? Oh, David's chick. But wasn't she one of them? A vampire? Evil and murderous just like the boys?

"I know you're in there. Let me in. Please? I haven't got much time."

"What do you want?" Bonnie called, marching straight to the door. She stopped on her way there to retrieve an umbrella from the cupboard. Probably a ridiculous choice of weapon but holding it tightly in her hands made her feel safer. At least she had something to hit Star with if she tried to kill her.

"To talk. About Marko, David… all of them." After a long pause she said in a much quieter voice. "I need your help."

"You're one of them," Bonnie snapped.

"I'm not! Well… sort of… yes. But I'm not like them! I'm still part human."

"If you want to talk then you can stay on that side of the door."

"I won't hurt you. I promise. I… I hate them too, you know. You know what Marko wanted to do to you? David did the same thing to me. I showed interest and he turned me."

Bonnie held her umbrella up. "If you try anything, I'm going to stake you." Cursing under her breath she then unlocked the door and Star darted in. Bonnie quickly locked it again and peered out to make sure Star was alone.

"No-one followed me. At least I hope they didn't," Star said.

"Oh that's comforting."

"Locks won't help you keep them out. They can get in anyway." She settled herself in the living room, collapsing on an armchair.

"Again… comforting." Bonnie followed her in and chose the sofa that was far away from the vampire… half vampire… whatever she was. "Marko came in uninvited once. I guess the invitation rule doesn't apply."

"I don't think it does. Sorry."

"So what did you want to talk about?"

"You're the first person I've been able to talk to about this situation. I need your help."

"So you said. But for what?"

"I won't be a full vampire until I make my first kill. There's still a chance that I can reverse this transformation I'm going through."

Bonnie shrugged. "What's this got to do with me?"

Star looked at her with wide eyes as if she expected Bonnie to know the answer to that already.

"I need you to help me become human again."

Bonnie stared at the girl for a while before chuckling and shaking her head. "What?"

"I need you to help me become human again," Star repeated calmly.

"Are you freaking serious?"

Star blinked; opening and closing her mouth before finally speaking. "Of course I am."

"How the hell can I help you?"

"There's a limit to what I can do –."

Bonnie rolled her eyes and sneered. "You sound like there's nothing you can do."

"I'm getting weaker. I can't go out in daylight at all now. By the time the sun comes up I'm already asleep. It almost blinds me to walk out into the light. And David keeps a tight reign on me. He watches whatever I do."

"You seem to be sneaking off fine right now," Bonnie muttered.

"They've gone to hunt."

Bonnie shook her head. Why were people begging her for help lately?

"Please, Bonnie. You don't know what the hunger is like. It's killing me. Every night that need for blood gets stronger and I am so close to giving in. Have you seen them when they hunt? When they show their true nature? It's monstrous. I refuse to be like that. And there's Laddie too. He's only a little boy. You have to help us both."

"Laddie? That kid that hangs out with them? I saw his missing poster a couple of weeks back."

"They snatched him."

"Do I want to hear the rest of the story?"

Star sighed. "He'd got lost on the Boardwalk one night and wandered off too far. He caught Dwayne feeding off someone who was supposed to be my victim but I hadn't been able to go through with it. I begged Dwayne not to kill him so we took him back to the cave and turned him."

When she looked up, Bonnie's mouth was twisted, a sickened scowl on her face. "Don't judge me. You know what it's like with them. If you know, you're a threat. What was I supposed to do? Let him get killed? I look after that boy."

There were hot, angry tears welling up in Bonnie's eyes. "That's still a little boy who's been taken away from his family. You should have done more."

"It was the only way I thought I could save him. If I thought for one second that David would actually spare the kid's life I would have taken him back home."

"But it's turn or die?"

"That's what they do. Anyone who gets interested in them, involved in any way, they'll consider turning them. They'll mess with them and see how far they'll go. It's all fun and games. Turning innocent humans and watching them become just like them. They get a kick out of it."

"Do they even care about the human if they're supposed to be in a relationship with them?" Bonnie asked.

Star shook her head sadly. "Oh, Bonnie. I'm sorry but I don't think they are capable of loving someone the way a human can. Like I said, it's a game. If you turn, welcome to the family. If you don't, they'll get rid and find someone else."

When she saw the tiny droplets of tears dripping from Bonnie's eyes, Star reached for a tissue box on the coffee table and passed it to the young girl. She took it, mumbling a 'thank you' and pulled one tissue out to dab at her eyes.

"Why did Marko bother putting me through all that? Going on these dates and acting like my boyfriend? Like he was a normal boy?"

Star shrugged. "It got you interested in him. Spending all that time with him made you get attached. I made the same mistake and I'm paying for it. I know that. But I want to do something about it. I just…"

Bonnie narrowed her eyes. "You just can't do it by yourself."

"Right. I know there has to be a way of turning back. I just can't get the information I need."

"I'm already on David's 'to die' list. I don't think I should be doing anything that pisses him off even more."

"Marko is making sure he backs off. He wants you turned."

"He's spent the last two weeks persuading David not to kill me?"

"I think he's spent the last week letting you grow paranoid as you wait for them to come to kill you. Hopes you'll get fed up of living in fear."

Bonnie felt her blood boil. "I hate that bastard."

"So, are you going to help me? All I need you to do is gather information. You have places open at day. Libraries and book shops that I can't get to. And we can meet up when I know it's safe and you can tell me what I need to do."

"You know, you have a nerve ordering me about like this and expecting me to do the dirty work for you. It's your mistake. You fix it. Don't think for a second that I'm here to protect and help you. I have my own problems and my own ass to look out for."

Nodding slowly at her words, Star stood up.

"I'm sorry I bothered you."

Before Bonnie could answer there was a gush of wind and Star had vanished. The door was wide open and unlocked. A sight that made Bonnie sick.

"Fuck, they move fast." And she raced to the door to lock it up again.

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