Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters from the move 'The Lost Boys'. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is for entertainment only.

"Cori, YOU DIDN'T!" The redhead just squealed with laughter and nodded her head. "It's a dating site for people like you." I looked at the site with huge eyes. "This is for Goths. I am not a Goth." She stood behind me and pointed out a few bits of literature on the site. "These guys are into vampires too. Maybe you can find the Vlad of your dreams. Look..." She took the mouse from my hands and scrolled down to my ad.

It read:

"Nice, 20-something brunette looking for a

tall handsome undead gentleman to have a

torrid affair with. Kiefer Sutherland lookalikes

will immediately go to the head of the line.

Call: ***-***-****

Santa Carla residents only."

I was flabbergasted by the whole ad and the fact that my best friend went behind my back to put this ad up. "Ginny, How are you going to have any fun if you don't take some chances in life? You been sick for half your life. It's time that you enjoy the freedom that you have now." I knew deep down that she was right.

"Okay. I will give this a try but I will only meet these guys in a public place." Cori giggled, jumped up and down then did a little jig, then gave me a hug. "It will work out. Just watch." It was 2018 and a lot had changed for me. I had spent most of my life in the cancer ward of Lafayette General hospital in Louisiana. The fight had been long and hard but I survived cancer not once but twice.

I had moved to Santa Carla when I had gotten a full scholarship to a small college out there. Cori was going to the same school but she had come from a very different background. Her father had been an ace in the oil field. Her dad was one of kindest men that I had ever met. Cori had insisted on sticking together like the soul sisters we always considered ourselves to be.

I was still a little nervous about this whole dating service thing. What kind of man trolled goths sites looking a date? Sighing to myself, I picked up my latest novel, a wickedly delicious vampire romance by Anne Rice. It was nearly time for bed and I wanted to get a bath and some reading done before tomorrow's class.

Decades ago, David and his gang were nearly eliminated from the Earth by the Emerson family. He'd also lost two fledgling vampires in Star and Laddie. Star had fallen in love with the eldest Emerson boy, Michael. He owed his life and the life of Paul and Dwayne to a local witch that had saved all three of them.

David still mourned after his brother, Marko, who they could not save from the amateur slayers known as the Frog brothers. They all had major regrets where he was involved. Marko had always felt like the odd man in their group because he was gay. In the day and age, it was a common enough thing but back in the 1980's, it was frowned upon.

It was his sexuality that had caused Marko to drift towards them and away from his human family. Marko had told the stories about his drunken stepfather beating the hell out of him when he found gay magazines under his bed when he decided to go snooping. He had been Marko's first kill after he was turned. After that, he blended in with the rest of them like water.

A lot had changed since those days before the youngest's death. David had taken to surfing the web for potential females. Back then, no one believed in vampires or witches or ghouls. Now there was a whole subculture of people that worshipped his kind. Of course it was under the pretense that none of it was really real. Boy, were they in for a shock!

He chuckled to himself as he scanned the ads. Sometimes David used these ads to find willing victims, bed buddies or which he had taken many. A few had panicked and had to be killed before his existence was put on jeopardy. Thankfully the boys had evolved in their disposal methods as was necessary when the decades went by.

Something caught David's eye, causing him to stop scrolling. The ad featured a picture of a girl with these big blue eyes that reminded him of someone. The girl had plump pink lips, long brown hair, a cute button nose and high cheek bones. David gave himself a mental shake. This was just another fuck buddy or feeding victim. Girls from these sites get an erotic kick out of the feeling of his bite. He eyed that last detail a little bit. 'I guess I do look a little like this Kiefer dude.'

Dwayne chuckled. "Trolling the web for love, my brother?" David pretended not to be caught off guard at his sudden appearance in his pad. "More like hitting the supermarket for a snack." They both laughed. Dwayne came close when he spotted the girl's picture. "She's a looker." David rolled his eyes. "To fuck or to feed? What a dilemma." His brother took a pillow and hit Dwayne square in the face.

The dreams started again that night for me. Swirling pictures of carousel lights, that corny music mixed with the screams of people in the background. Blood...so much blood...the feeling so strange. I woke again that morning drenched in my own sweat. Glimpsing at the clock, I saw that I had time for a shower to wash the sweat off of my skin.

When I got out of the bathroom, Cori was sitting at the breakfast table chomping away on a bowl of Lucky Charms. Her hair was matted in such a way that she reminded me of one of those old 1980's teenagers. "Not a word." She mumbled about her lack of good hair. It was a sore subject for her.

I shrugged and was about to head into my room to dress for class when I saw the answering machine light beeping. We both thought the same thing at the same time but Cori got to it first. I was about to turn tail and run until I heard that voice over the speaker.

"My name is David Silvermane. I am not as old as some vampires...been around since the early 80s...head vampire of my own coven. I would be very interested in meeting you. I must say that you are very easily the most beautiful girl I have seen on this site. Let me meet you, sweetness and I bet it will be wildest ride you ever had."

Cori squeaked with laughter. "I like him for you." He left a phone number but no more. She wrote down the number and gave it to me. "Maybe...but I have class for now. I might call afterwards. "You better or I just might go after him myself. Did you hear that sexy voice? Fucking hell! It was like sex on a stick!"