Summery: Keyna James moved to Santa Carla with the hopes of forgetting of the brutal events of her past. She moves into the Emerson household, quiet and observant, for the most part. Noticing the strange happenings of Santa Carla, she feels her past creeping behind her, but will a certain Dark Prince be there to help? Possible pairings: Michael/Star, Sam/Edgar, Alan/Marko, David/OC, etc. Some are odd, but just go with me.

A/N: Hey guys! So recently, I watched Lost Boys and listened to a song called Echo by Gorilla Zoe. For those of you who've listened to the song, yes, I know it's rap but listen to the lyrics. I'm hoping to base the story on part of them . . . and I just read the lyrics, hm. Oh well, hope you like it anyway :-). It's not going to be perfect, I already know that, but with patience and whatnot, I'm hoping it'll work. Probably. Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

"How do you like your room, Keyna?" a soft voice questioned, causing me to turn as I saw Mrs. Emerson standing in the doorway. Smiling slightly, I nodded, ignoring the curious eyes behind her. She returned the gesture before walking down the hall, leaving me to inspect the room some more. Padding sounded and my eyes traveled to the floor to be met by a panting huskie.

"Hey, boy," I reached down, ruffling his ears. "You're gorgeous."

"Keyna," Lucy called up the stairs and I went to the top. "Why don't you go with Sammy to the boardwalk; he can introduce you to his friends?"

"Mom," the blonde boy whined, causing me to blink. He was supposed to be my age. He was acting like a four year old. Glaring up at me, he slammed the door behind him but stood on the porch, waiting for me. I guess Lucy had decided I was going. Jogging down the stairs, I walked past Sam and down the path. Falling into step with me, I felt my eyes tugged to the side. The view was really quite beautiful. "C'mon." Rolling my eyes, I caught up to him, following him through the sea of people. We were heading towards a comic store. Squinting slightly, I saw the orange of the sun setting before tripping into the store.

"Hey, watch it," someone rasped, causing me to whip around. Standing there was a boy, somewhere around my age. He had a dirty green bandana tied in his hair that matched his camouflage pants; he seemed to be observing me as well. "Nice necklace."

"Thanks," I murmured, fingering the wooden rose. He smirked lighted before turning to another boy, who seemed to be dressed the same way.

"Keyna, these are the frog brothers: Edgar and Alan," Sam started, but his eyes were more on the one who had spoken to me; he was still smirking. "Guys, this's Keyna, my mom took her in."

"Nyeh," I muttered, scooting away from another display. I had a feeling I'd knock one over sooner or later.

"Hey," the one I guessed to be Edgar started but shook his head, glancing at Sam before walking behind the counter. Raising an eyebrow slightly, I saw Alan shake his head and decided more was going on than I knew about, but I'd find out. Probably. Glancing outside, I felt the corner of my mouth tug upward as I jogged out to the railing by the sea. The sun was setting; it was my favourite time of day. All the colors in the dull sky swirled. The purple, golden rays mixed creating an endless beauty that I could only watch. With the wind blowing against my face, I couldn't help thinking that Santa Carla might not be so bad after all.

"Keyna," I turned to see Alan standing a couple feet back, Edgar and Sam behind him. "We figured we'd give you the lay of the land." Sam really didn't look to happy about it, but he suddenly glanced over at Edgar, who was actually watching me. What was he looking at anyway? Shrugging, I glanced back at the now dark sky before following them down the road.

"So how long have you been here," Edgar asked, his tone still raspy but somehow soft. Looking over at him, I saw Sam scowling at the floor but Edgar was smirking. Was he, he was, ew . . .

"A day," I murmured, thinking about my new realization. He was using me in some way. And it had something to do with Sam. Either, Edgar liked playing with Sam or Edgar was a jerk. Or both. I had just met the kid and I think I figured out his inner workings. He was like a book. Of course, I read people as a hobby, so it was quite easy. There was always the chance I was wrong, but it was fun just guessing.

"Watch out," but Alan's warning was a little late. I fell back at the sudden impact, letting out a sound of surprise. Looking up once more, I was met with a pair of grey eyes. They seemed hard, cold and I couldn't help shuffling back slightly. The owner, a male with platinum blonde hair, seemed amused. His smirk didn't even phase as I realized Alan, Sam, and Edgar were watching him closely, practically glaring.

"Sorry," I muttered, looking back at him but his hand was in my face. My eyes traced the pale skin back to his eyes before I stood, stepping back into the waiting group. Edgar and Alan stepped in front of me, allowing me to peer over their shoulders as the blonde boy's smirk widened before he turned to his group, signaling them to leave. Shuddering slightly, I reached for my arm, rubbing it for warmth to dull the sudden chill that had shot down my spine. What was that?

"Stay away from him," Sam seethed, a look of fury on his face but the brothers smacked his stomach, as a signal for him to calm down.

"Who is he?" I questioned quietly.

"No one, don't worry about it," Alan rushed but his brother glared at him.

"He means you'll explain later, right," my eyebrow raising as I inquired but Edgar nodded. There was obviously something I didn't know.

"So, you wanna go on a ride?" Edgar asked, grinning. Shrugging, I let them lead me towards a rollercoaster.

"You like rollercoaster's?" Alan questioned but I shrugged again, turning slightly at concert music. I was caught by grey eyes once more, but instead of the smirk from before, the blonde had a blank look on his face as he watched me.

"Keyna," Sam hissed shortly but I rolled my eyes, glaring at him slightly before he yanked me towards the line.

"Ow," I protested, shoving him off as I rubbed my wrist. "What the hell is your problem, Sam?"

"Just hurry up," he tried again but looked like he was pleading.

"You can have Edgar," I muttered, pushing past him. "He seems like a jerk."

"Hey," Edgar yelped but I turned to see he was talking to his brother. Rolling my eyes, I turned back to Sam but he looked surprised and hesitant.

"He does know, doesn't he?" I questioned before chuckling. He pulled me further from them, towards a game.

"Don't tell him."

"Why would I?" I laughed. "He seems like a jerk to me. Look, I want to go explore, why don't you just hang out with them. We can tell your mother otherwise, but obviously you don't want me here and I can see why. So I'll just see you later."

"Key-."

"No, really, Sam," I reiterated. "Bye." Sighing, he nodded but I could feel him watch me leave, just like I could feel the blonde watching me as well. Glancing back, I saw Sam shaking his head at the Frog brothers and Edgar smirking slightly before they headed to the ride. Yawning slightly, I felt myself stumble forward a little as I followed the music I'd heard before.

"Hey there," a voice behind me slurred but I didn't even turn. A hand grabbed my wrist, spinning me around and I was met with an obviously drunk older man.

"Can I help you?" I asked calmly. I really don't understand what it is with men and smirking but there he was, standing, well if you could call it that, smirking. He looked like an idiot. "No? Let me go then."

"What makes you think-."

"Hey," a voice barked as the man was yanked back. It was the blonde, of course, and his band of, actually, I didn't exactly know what to call them. He threw the man back, watching him scramble away before those really quite gorgeous grey eyes were on me once more.

"Uh, hi," was all I could surmise, but it was enough to put that stupid smirk back on his face. Rolling my eyes, I turned away but felt him walking beside me. Soon I realized that the boys he'd been hanging out with had disappeared and we were heading towards what I assumed to be their bikes.

"You hungry?" he inquired.

"Nope."

"Want a ride home?"

"Nope." He chuckled leaning against his bike. Something was nagging me to leave but then there was the curious side of me; it wanted to stay.

"What's your name, girl?" he asked, folding his arms as he watched me but I looked to the side.

"Keke," I murmured, shoving my hands in my pockets.

"Well, Keke, what brings you to Santa Carla," he questioned. I couldn't tell if he was just trying to make conversation or what but I turned slightly, the music becoming slightly louder. By the time I looked back at him, his head was back and smoke was clouding above his mouth. He smiled at me, offering the cigarette but I shook my head, wrinkling my nose. "You gonna answer my question?"

"Probably not," I muttered, reaching out for the cigarette but instead of inhaling, I dropped it on the ground, squishing it out with my foot. "See ya round."

"You've got guts," he called after me and I turned, tilting my head slightly as he stepped forward. "Or, you're extremely stupid."

"What do you want," I glared, annoyed he was still smirking down at me and that I didn't know if he'd just insulted me or what. "Cause I'm not entirely thrilled with you and I'd like to leave."

"You aren't thrilled," he repeated as if it were the most hilarious thing he'd heard. "You aren't giving me much chance to 'thrill' you, ya know."

"Possibly because I highly doubt you will, if given any chance."

"Maybe you should give me a chance," he challenged; his tone sounded somewhat dangerous and I couldn't help but step back.

"Or maybe you should chill out," I said slowly. However, he stepped forward and I felt a wall behind me. His arm was blocking me in and I sucked in a sharp breath, really noticing how close he was but then, he stepped back, looking thoroughly annoyed.

"I'm taking you home," he stated, grabbing my upper arm. After that, he was taking me home. That being the completely creepy, predator look he'd just glared at me. Yeah, right.

"Let go," I dug my heal into the ground, wanting to get as far away from this kid as possible. He scared me, just a little bit.

"Listen to me," he growled, his face right in front of mine, "you can either come quietly or I drag you, kicking and screaming. Now, the second will be more painful, so I suggest you shut up and get on my bike."

"How do I know you'll take me home?" I questioned quietly but he smirked.

"You don't," was his only answer. Looking around, I let out a small whimper when I didn't see any sign of Sam or the Frog brothers and my eyes landed on the boy in front of me again.

"Can I at least know your name?" I asked, watching his grey eyes flicker with annoyance. He obviously wasn't the patient type.

"David."

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A/N: Well? What'd you think? Uhm, a little background info: she wasn't abused. She's actually a different character than normal, I think. Reviews are love :-) Correction is welcome!