Any characters/plots/histories/circumstances, etc. found within the movie/novelization/script or otherwise stated for the movie The Lost Boys isn't mine. Duh. Any characters/plots/histories/circumstances, etc. not found within the movie/novelization/script or otherwise stated for the movie The Lost Boys is mine. So no touchy.

Here it is, the sequel to my first story, Hunted, and the second story in my Changing Light Series. If you haven't read Hunted, I would highly recommend it before continuing with this one. Otherwise, you'll just end up really confused and not understand what's going on with my character or why she's in the plot to begin with. Anyway, enjoy!

PS--I obviously can't win with the line breaks. I try to put a space in the top one here and the one in the middle of the story closes up. I try to space the one down there and this one closes up. So I'm just leaving it as is because I don't feel like fighting with it. Urg.

"So, what do your books say about us?"

Detta propped herself on her elbow and stared at Marko. The sheet that draped over them both only came waist high, Detta's bare chest exposed to Marko's dancing fingers. His arm lay against the bed, his hand close to her stomach, teasing her skin. She didn't even linger in the lobby of the cave after her first hunt. Marko wanted to ravage her like he wanted to when she was human but couldn't without risking her life. They could be animals together, tearing at each other, their howls echoing off the cave walls to the dismay of the other boys. Detta slept soundly that day, a sleep she hadn't known in years. She woke up to her vampire lover on top of her; secured in his own private back room to the cave, ready to go at her again.

Detta looked around the catacomb for the first time since entering it. The mattress they lay on was situated on a piece of jutting rock, creating a makeshift box spring. A curtain of sheer material closed off the tunnel entrance even though it wasn't needed. This room was set far back enough that no one could get a peek without much effort. Scattered around the naturally occurring shelves were candles of various heights and status of burnt. He had lit them after their early evening play even though it wasn't necessary. They both could see in the dark as if it was day but the ambiance the candlelight created couldn't be mimicked with their eyes.

She raised her eyebrow to him. "Us? You mean us," she motioned between herself and Marko with her free hand, "or vampire us?"

"Vampire us. You've done the research."

"I have."

"So?"

"Well, aren't we supposed to be in coffins?"

"Only if you're a necropheliac. As long as sunlight can't get through, we can sleep anywhere."

"Garlic repels."

"Sure does. Ever kiss anyone with garlic breath?"

"It doesn't?"

"Garlic will repel anyone in large doses but for us, doesn't do anything special."

"Stake through the heart."

"That will kill anyone."

"I don't doubt it. But it's supposed to be the only surefire way to kill a vampire."

"Is there more than one way to kill a human?"

"Yes."

"Then there's more than one way to kill a vampire. With us you just have to get…creative."

"Heightened abilities."

"You can answer that one."

"Better sex…"

"Now you're just spitting things out," Marko growled as he leaned into Detta's neck.

She laughed and rolled onto her back, letting him climb on top of her.

"Lets go you two!" came David's voice down the tunnel.

"Five minutes!" Detta yelled back.

"Damn. That's all, Marko? Shit…" Paul threw down to him.

"What're you, rabbits or vampires? Lets go!" David screamed to them. "Don't make me drag you out!"

Detta remembered David's "test" the night before and she didn't know if what he said was true or not but the last thing she wanted was for him to see her naked, even if it were an idle threat.

Detta giggled again as Marko nipped at her neck, tasting her blood. "Patience, Marko! Isn't that what you're always telling me?"

"I'm your maker. You must listen to me!" he said in a mock serious voice.

"Right!" Detta threw Marko off of her and stood up, her feet setting flush against the cold stone floor. He lay on his back, looking at her with an upside down head. She pulled up her dress that was bunched on the floor and let out something that sounded like 'urg'. She held the dress up to her body and turned to Marko. "Does this happen often?"

He righted himself and looked at her dress. The chest was covered with a maroon stain that looked to trickle down the front. He smirked at her. "Feeding can get kind of messy. Two pinpricks in the neck just won't suffice. Either buy more clothes or get some good detergent." Marko crawled off the bed and started to dress. "Put it on anyway. I'll take you home and you can get changed. We'll seal off your house too so you can sleep there."

"And you'll be joining me from time to time, yes?"

"If you're lucky," he smirked.

"Did Maria sense anything different with you?" Dwayne asked as he met Detta on her way to the bikes.

She had just been released from a night of work with Max. He seemed rather tense around her, not sure how to act. She even had to reassure him that she was still the same person. He, in turn, reassured her she wasn't and that, in time, she'd realize that. She felt the same, her personality, her temperament. Some of her memories changed, some just didn't feel 'right,' that these people she saw in her thoughts were something else but other than that, and the obvious vampiric traits, she felt herself. She wasn't, he had said. She was still too young to see the difference but she would. There would be that one moment where it would all come crashing down and there wouldn't be anything she could do about it. He was more uneasy around her now than he had been when they first met. Max told her he was the same way with the boys as well, apprehensive about their success. It had actually taken a few years to come around to Paul but he did it in the end. 'A mere blip on a vampire's timeline,' he had said. He had faith in her though, or that's what he wanted to believe. But only she could quench that belief. It's all about proving oneself, he'd said. About being able to survive and let no one in on your secret.

Detta looked up to Dwayne as he approached. She thought she saw an inkling of worry wending it's way to his face but it was fleeting. She shrugged her shoulders. "She didn't seem to be acting any differently around me. She said I looked 'better,' glowing even. But even before I only came in at night because I worked with Max. I haven't even been to the store during the day, come to think of it." She raised her eyebrow. "Why? You afraid she'll catch on? If she hasn't caught on to you by now, she won't catch on to me."

Dwayne frowned at her. "I'm not afraid. She just doesn't need to know anything."

"No one does, Dwayne. You think I can't keep a secret?"

"Marko may know you, but I don't. Not yet."

Detta nodded. "Understandable. But know this. Secrets die with me."

Paul trotted up to her, grabbed her by the hand and spun her around. Getting caught off guard, it took her equilibrium a moment to catch up to her body. Paul draped an arm around her shoulders and guided her over to the bikes. "So you've seen this girl, right?"

Detta nodded. "Yup."

"She hot?"

She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "She's pretty. I wouldn't call her gorgeous but I wouldn't kick her out of bed either."

Paul gave a guttural laugh. "You'd have to climb over me to do it, girl!"

Detta shook her head. "You never stop, do you?"

"Nope."

Detta walked over to the wall that the bikes were parked near, staring wickedly at Marko.

"What?"

She shrugged. "I didn't say anything." She fidgeted with her boots before taking them off completely and running her hand along the bottom of her feet. What came off them were tiny grains of something white. It almost looked like salt. "What the hell?"

The three boys looked over to her. Dwayne furrowed his brow slightly, Marko started to climb off of his bike and Paul sniffed, trying to hide a rare serious face.

"How many times we gotta tell you? Brush your feet off when you get off the beach!"

Marko looked back to Paul who was nudging him with his eyes to talk to Detta. He nodded slightly before sitting up on the wall next to her. He didn't look at her but spoke low. "Next time, keep your voice down. This is easy enough to cover up but there are other…occurrences that might not be. Just brush it off and put your boots back on."

"What is it?" she asked as she followed his directions.

"Salt," he whispered, leaning closer to her ear. "Vampires don't need as much water in their bodies as humans do. When you turn, the water kind of just…evaporates. What's left is the salt."

"You're talking about saline."

Marko nodded. "Gravity takes it to the lowest point in your body and it makes it's way out."

"But why don't I feel it? These grains aren't exactly microscopic," she whispered hoarsely.

He shrugged. "You probably sweat it out. It dries. It sticks. Consider it a vampire detox."

"How long does this go on for?"

"Not long. The iron in the blood you drink will attract it from time to time but not often. After a while, it's like stepping in dirt."

Detta turned to him, her face expressionless. "I hate stepping on dirt."

He pressed his nose to her's, looking straight into her eyes. "Deal with it!"

Detta hopped down off the wall and shimmied herself between Marko's legs, resting a hand on the wall on either side of him. He rested his wrists on her shoulders and looked down at her face. She mouthed the words 'I'm hungry' to him and he smirked.

"Patience!" he said as he slid down the wall to stand pressed up against her.

She rolled her eyes as Marko wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her to his bike, resting her up against him as he sat. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes, feeling a light nip at her neck. She smiled and settled herself into him, letting the sounds of the Boardwalk flow through her; the noises still rather intrusive to her newly heightened senses.

"Is that her?" Paul said from a few feet away.

Detta pulled her head up and looked in the direction Paul's face was pointing. There she saw the unmistakable platinum head of David and next to him was the girl from the previous night. Her hair was a mass of bushy brown curls, her face soft and looking perpetually frightened. Her smile looked innocent, naïve. Her style of dress stood out amongst the potential meals on the Boardwalk. She looked almost gyspy-ish, bangles up her left arm, a long flowing, shimmering skirt and a tight top—of course without a bra. Her skin was tanned, darker than last night. She had been out during the day.

"Star," Detta said as she straightened herself up, moving to sit beside Marko.

"She was at your kill last night?" Dwayne whispered as he walked over.

Detta nodded. "But David said she wouldn't remember anything…"

Marko shook his head. "I told you before. We can do funny things with human minds. You'll learn. Trust me."

Detta looked at him, a slight frown on her face before turning back to David and Star. "He doesn't seem like the relationship type."

"He's not," Dwayne replied. "But he gets one of these every few years."

"One of what?" Detta frowned, looking at Dwayne.

"Play things. One of David's strongest abilities is seduction. He'll keep her around for a while, might even try to change her but they never work in the end. He always attracts the weak ones."

"Well, isn't that obvious? The weaker ones are attracted to that seduction. It's inevitable," Detta said, the question written on her face.

She felt Marko shake his head, rolling his eyes. "We've tried telling him that. He knows. Believe me. But he's into dominance. He can't dominate someone like you, Detta, but someone like her, he could drive a steamroller over."

"Talking about me again?" David said as he walked up to the group, his hand placed on the small of Star's back.

Detta cocked an eyebrow. "Aren't we always?"

"All the more reason for you to stop then, huh?" David returned her look. "This is Star."

As David introduced her, Detta was stunned at the girl's lack of recollection. He was right. She really didn't remember last night. The only memory she could see was her meeting David on the beach. As far as Star was concerned, this was the first time she was meeting Detta. Detta smiled politely, mulling over her own thoughts, not really caring for the girls in front of her. From what Dwayne had said, she'd be food in a matter of time anyway so what was the point in building a friendship? She felt trouble from the girl anyway, as if she wasn't all that accepting. She looked apprehensive standing in front of them and almost hid herself behind David, as if he were going to protect her. Did she feel safe next to him? Was it his doing or were these her own feelings? David always kept himself blocked so it was hard for her to figure out.

She looked at the boys' faces and they all looked forcibly interested, Paul a little more genuine than the others. The girl didn't exude a welcome feeling. She probably only reserved that for a select few, David being one of them. Detta looked back to David who was staring down at Star, hunger in his eyes.

"David?" He looked up at Detta, an eyebrow raised. "What're we doing?"

He smirked, placing a hand on Star's shoulder, marking his territory. "Taking a walk. Lets go."

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