Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Lost Boys' or any of it's characters. I do however own my OC's.

Authors Note: Thank you for taking the time out of your day to check out my story. I should probably tell you that this is an old fanfic that I posted a couple years ago and eventually took down because of the disastrous writing. With some re-writing, some name changes and a lot of support from my best friend I have finally decided to post this up once more. While the name of the fic remains the same and the eventual plot line, the names of the main character is different.

I'm having some problems with my laptop at the moment so updates may be a little slow going for now. But I do have a few chapters completed and ready to be proof-read before posting. I will hopefully be able to get them up soon.

Chapter 1

The music from the band stand on the beach could probably still be heard from the highest point in Santa Carla. I found myself dancing across the boardwalk, not really heading in any general direction and definitely not paying attention to my surroundings.

It doesn't take long for my clumsiness to get the better of me and I trip over my own feet, falling into something solid. I push my hands against what I now realize is someone's chest and stand, my apology already spilling from my lips.

"Shit, sorry! I wasn't really paying attention." I step back from them and look up, finding myself looking into a pair of blue eyes that dance with mischief.

"Not a problem! I wasn't either if I'm honest." I studied him as he spoke and although his jacket made me want to stare, the smile that graced his lips when he finished talking stole my attention. His smile worried me, even though it helped project the aura of innocence, I couldn't help getting the unnerving feeling of danger from it.

"Uhh... Yeah, well, thanks." I mention quietly as I try to step around him. The feeling of a gloved hand wrapping around my wrist stops me, I whip around and glare at this guy for his nerve. "What are you doing?"

"What's the rush? Stay and talk with me for a while?" He offers, my lips turn down slightly at the seemingly innocent offer, yet he flashed that smile again and I pull my hand free. While his cherubic features work with his smile well enough to project innocence, I'm not falling for it.

"Maybe another time!" I tell him before turning away from him once more.

Smiling at the guy behind the counter, I thank him before stepping away and back towards the railings overlooking the beach. I pick at the cotton candy I just bought and smiled as the spun sugar melted on my tongue, it doesn't take me long to finish the treat and dispose of the wrapping. The band is still going strong and I debate with myself about going and disappearing into the crowd beneath the stand when I feel someone almost crash into my side. I turn to said person and open my mouth to tell them to be careful when I recognize the pink hair. "Jen!" I smile, pulling her into a quick hug. She laughs at my reaction yet hugs me back quickly, pulling away from me, her hand trails down my arm and links with mine.

"Funny catching you at the boardwalk," she winks at me before decidedly pulling me towards the steps leading to the beach.

"Yeah, well I needed to get out of the house." I smile at her as we seem to switch so that I'm the one leading her over towards the large group of dancers, "And now I feel like dancing. So you're going to join me!" I tell her determined. Her smile grows wider before we both take off running and disappear between the partiers. We meet each other again relatively quickly and we both laugh, dancing in a crowd this big is a challenge so I step closer to her before we both start dancing to the music. We dance for what seems like hours, laughing the whole time and Jen taking every opportunity she can to touch me.

It's not much longer before the band begins to wind down and I grab her hand once more, pulling her from between the people, "So what happened to flying under the radar on this thing?" I tease her, mentioning to our joined hands as we sit on the sand. Her eyes follow my line of sight and she bites the inside of her cheek nervously before they finally make contact with my own once again.

"I don't like keeping us a secret, it's only because our fathers have a problem that we need too and I feel as long as we're in a crowded or mostly crowded place we'll be fine," she answers, I want to tell her how Carl isn't my father but she leans forward and quickly takes my lips with her own before I have chance to. Her hand leaves mine and I feel the both of them cup my cheeks, my own grab onto her t-shirt and I pull her closer.

I pull away from her sometime later with a smile and the feeling of being watched, I turn my head up towards the railings and see the same guy from earlier watching us, his earlier smile gone and replaced with an intrigued frown and I can't help it as my mouth turns down into a scowl. Jen follows my line of sight and when she sees who I'm looking at her arm wraps around my waist. "Why is he watching us, or more specifically - you?" She questions and I shrug slightly turning my back to him and facing her once more.

"I kind of fell into him earlier and then turned down his offer to talk," I tell her, putting emphasis on the word talk. She frowns at me but I cup the back of her neck, pulling her back in for another kiss.

"That sounds just like my girl," she mumbles with a small smile, "Falling into one of the most feared guys on the boardwalk, you just can't help falling into danger, can you?" She teases and I laugh, shoving her from me and standing up.

"Get up will you? I need food, you're buying!" I wink at her and she laughs, getting up herself.

"Sounds great, babe." She tells me, her hand taking my own once more and leading me towards the steps. It's not long before we find somewhere on the boardwalk that sells decent food and we sit down across from each other.

"I can't wait until school is over for the summer," I grumble as I look away from the clock once more, "I mean as soon as summers here, I don't have to wait until Saturday night just to spend some time with you,"

"Considering we're already the second week into February, it definitely won't be long before summer hits us. So we'll hopefully be able to spend more time together before you know it." She tells me before going to the counter to collect both of our orders, once again the hairs on the back of my neck stand and I look around the room before meeting the same eyes as earlier. I glare at him until Jen's fingers click in front of my eyes and I look back at her.

"I feel like he's following me," I mumble, nodding slightly in his direction. She looks at him talking to the person behind the counter and frowns.

"My house is free if you'd rather go there and eat?" I think on it before nodding my head and she stands, grasping my hand. "Well c'mon then, my cars not far from here." I stand quickly and make sure he's still distracted by the person behind the counter before pulling her through the door.

Walking to Jen's car doesn't take us long and once we get in she leans over the center console, kissing me once more. "Alone at last," she winks at me and I laugh, shoving her away before she starts the car and begins to drive to her house.

"Jennifer, I'm home!"

"Shit!" Jen hisses, pulling away from me and straightening out her shirt. I pull my own straight and look at her in worry.

"Is that...?"

"My dad!"

"Jen, you said he wasn't coming home tonight. What am I going to do now?" I whisper, she bites the inside of her cheek and stands up from the bed. I follow quickly before slipping on my shoes, not two seconds after we both hear her father's footsteps on the stairs.

"Quick, into the closet!" She hisses, pushing me towards the door. I sigh as she ushers me in and closes the door just as her bedroom door opens. I lean against the wall, listening, but not really paying attention as they talk.

It doesn't take me long to get annoyed at my predicament and I begin to chew on my nails. When her dad finally leaves, I quietly leave the closet and move over to the window. "Babe, I'm sorry." Jen tells me, grabbing hold of my wrist and turning me to face her; I give her a small smile and a kiss on the cheek before opening the window.

"Don't apologize; we can't help the way they feel." I mention, before I begin my climb out of the window, "But it's time that I left anyway, my mother may not mind but Carl is going to be on my ass," I finish with a smile. I catch sight of her clock and curse silently at how late it is before I move faster down the side of the house.

"Just be careful!" I hear her say quietly before her father calls her again and she disappears back inside.

I start my walk down the street, cursing myself for not stealing one of Jen's jackets, unless I get to an unlit path, this walk is going to take me at least 45 minutes. I turn the corner and remember that there's a small lane at the end of the street and I smile happily, although it falls into a scowl at the sound of a slowing motorcycle. I hear it stop a little behind me and the sound of someone getting off of it.

"Hey!" I close my eyes and try to fight my temper but it gets the best of me as I stop and face the guy from the boardwalk earlier.

"Are you following me or something?" I question, "Because you've been pretty much everywhere I've gone tonight!" He hesitates before answering, stepping closer to me as I take a step away from him. The quicker I get to that lane, the quicker I can get away from him.

"You need a ride somewhere? I can take you," he mentions and I shake my head, stepping away from him.

"Answer my question!"

"Maybe I have been following you," he begins and I glare at him, taking another step away from him. "Now, back to my earlier offer, maybe we can talk a little?" He offers and I shake my head.

"Like I said earlier, no." I tell him before turning on my heel and making a run for the lane.

"Hey, come back here!" he yells before I hear him running after me. I'm glad I've got a small head start because as I reach the lane I think of home and blink once I'm out of sight.

I land on my hands and knees in the backyard and hiss at the feeling of the small stones digging into my palms. I stand and dust myself off before turning to the quiet house, the only light is coming from the dining room doors but considering it's attached to the living room, I'm guessing that's why. I walk towards the patio doors, mentally preparing myself for the berating I'm going to get off Carl because of the time.

I slip through the not-so-silent door, Carl still hasn't said anything yet and I rejoice, guessing that he's asleep in his chair. Walking past the dining table and towards the double door leading to the hallway I continue my mental celebration only for it to come to a crashing halt as I reach for the handle.

"And what time do you call this, young lady?" I roll my eyes and give up, leaning against the doors.

"Carl, leave her be! It's not that late!" I smile at my mom and thank her silently and she nods at me, "Did you have fun, dear?"

"Please don't contradict me, Suzanne. I try to set a curfew for a reason." I sigh quietly and count to three in my head, knowing what's coming next. "I bet she was out with that Jennifer, weren't you?" By now he's turned to face me in his chair.

"Of course I wasn't, Carl. Why would I disobey your rules like that?" I question sweetly. I see the corners of my mother's mouth turn up and I find myself trying to suppress my own smile. I love my mother and her accepting nature.

"Even if she was, it's none of your business, Carl. It's her life; let her get on with it." My mother stands and walks over to her husband, holding her hand out for him. "Now as you implied earlier, it's late and I'm tired. Let's go to bed." Carl nods his head and tells her he will be right up before my mother walks to me and gives me a hug. "I'm glad your safe, but you should get to bed soon too." I nod to her with a tired smile before she disappears into the hall.

"Your mom may not mind it, but you better hope I don't ever catch you two. And I don't ever want her near this house, got it?" I suppress the urge to roll my eyes at him again and nod my head, ready for this conversation to be over with. "Also, you best make sure you follow curfew from now on, because if you break it again. There'll be no more going out till summer, understand?"

"Yes, Carl." I sigh, watching as he gets up and disappears through the doors too. I make my way to the kitchen for something to drink when I hear him start on the stairs before deciding to go to bed myself.

I flip through the heavy book and frown as I come to a certain page. A knock sounds on my door and I push the book away from me and further down the bed.

"Come in!" I call, covering the book with a pillow. The door opens to reveal my mother, her eyes zone in on the pillow and she frowns.

"What have I told you about having that out in an easily accessible room, Sophia?" She questions and I frown in disbelief, removing the pillow and pulling the book back to me.

"Sorry, but it's not like he comes in here."

"That may be so, but as I keep saying; it's better safe than sorry. We can't have him finding out about this." I shrug and straighten out the corner of the page.

"You've been married 7 years, how have we managed to hide it this long. I mean, it's not like I could control the fire starting very well at first." I cringe at the memory and although my mother understood, I know she wasn't very happy at having to replace the couch.

"With the same way I've taught you to keep your powers hidden and secret. Your lying skills didn't come from nowhere," she winks at me and I roll my eyes, although I know she can tell I want to smile. "Anyway, about last night. Don't let Carl get to you, I know Saturday's are your only night to go out at the moment but it's only because he's being careful. It's Santa Carla; he doesn't want you to go missing like everyone else around here." I want to laugh at her statement but she's probably right, Carl doesn't know about my gift so he doesn't really know I could stop someone from abducting me.

My mother closes my door and walks further into the room, sitting next to me on the bed. "And about Jen-"

"Mom." I say, not wanting to talk to her about this if it's negative - or positive for that matter. This thing I have going with Jen, I don't know what it is, and I don't even know if Jen knows.

"No, sweetie. It's nothing bad; you know your relationship with her doesn't bother me. I just want to know if you're serious, if this is going somewhere." She looks at me with a little bit of sympathy as she moves my hair behind my ear. "I just can't keep Carl off your back about her without a little insight myself."

She nudges my shoulder playfully when I hesitate with my reply and I smile at her before looking at the book in front of us. "I don't know, mom. This thing with Jen is fun, but I can't say I've thought about my future, let alone one with her." She gives me a warm smile, giving me a half hug to indicate that I should keep talking. "But I think that's all we both want at the moment, I like her and I know she likes me. But we're both just having fun at the moment."

My mother opens her mouth to interrupt but I shake my head before continuing. "It's just a little harder to have fun when you have Carl breathing down my neck and her father breathing down hers about the fact we're both fooling around with someone of the same sex."

"If you're sure this is something you want, dear-"

"It is, mom. At least, it is, right now."

"Then I'm not going to get in the way, and I will continue to support your decision when it comes down to Carl. But I don't want you to get hurt. Especially not when it comes down to you just having fun." I smile at my mom and wrap my arms around her as best I can.

"Thanks for being so supportive, mom."

"Well, I'm your mother. I'm the one who's meant to be supportive." She squeezes me to her once before she lets go of me, "Now, what were you looking for in this book?"

She pulls the book so that it's centered between us, "Well that's the thing, I was just flipping through, and I wasn't sure what I was looking for." I smooth out the page I'd just stopped on when my mother knocked the door. "But I don't know something about this page just made me stop. I was about to start reading it when you knocked."

"I used to love random page reading," my mother beams at me in excitement and I can't help my smile. "You know," she begins, tapping the picture on the page, "There are rumors of some of these being right here in Santa Carla."

"Really?"

"Mhmm, I've never come across them personally. But that's not to say they aren't around here somewhere. I mean, I know the mayor is a werewolf, so there could be a possibility."

"Well, even if you haven't crossed them before. You've traveled a little, have you ever?" My mother laughs at my question and nods.

"Yes, I have. Can't you tell by this little entry here? It's in my writing."

I look to the entry she's pointing at and smile at the familiar handwriting. Once I've read the entry I look at her in shock, "Your power of empathy doesn't work with them?"

She shakes her head, her fingers trailing the writing on the entry above hers. "Not the one I met, I got no feeling from her whatsoever. But then read it fully," she mentions before reading out of the book. "'As this vampire I had met, was in fact a head vampire, I am not sure if this may be different from the ones she may have sired. At some point I hope to be able to know for sure.' This vampire was over 700 years old."

"So you don't know for sure if you're able to read younger vampires?"

"I'm not saying that at all, I have met one or two more over the years and had various results. I just didn't want to add anything else in without knowing for sure."

"Well there's an interesting concept. I wonder if they're immune to any powers or just empathy?"

"Maybe you'll be the one who finds that out, maybe someone else will. We'll have to wait and see," we smile at each other before turning back to the page of book.

"You know, it's universally known how vampires kill, mom. I think those rumors about vampires may actually be truth considering the disappearances," I think of the missing person posters plastered all over town and suddenly my thoughts go to the people hanging around the boardwalk and the beach every night. "How can you tell a vampire from everyone else if they're not vamped?"

"That's a good question, dear. But I can't answer it for you." She says apologetically.

"Suzanne, I'm home!" I roll my eyes and push myself back onto the pillows at Carl's voice.

"What did you ever see in him?" I question jokingly, just because I'm asking seriously, I don't want to hurt my mom by admitting that.

"Well, you never got to see him the way I did. By time you could get to know him properly, you were a teenager, and you weren't interested in a father figure."

"Mom..." I start apologetically but she just smiles at me.

"Mom nothing, Sophia. You don't have to apologies for anything. It's not your fault that you never took to Carl and don't blame you. I know he's hard on you, but that's only because he cares about you and wants the best for you." She gets up and moves towards the door.

"Suzanne?"

"Now, I best go and greet my husband." She opens the door and nods towards the book. "And be careful with that please,"

"Sure. Thanks for the chat, mom." Her smile widens and she nods at me before leaving and I return to the book.

Author's Note:

Thank you once again for taking the time to read my fic, please review and let me know what you think.