Lea of Mirkwood
Disclaimer
: I only own Fiona. The Lost Boys belong to WB, I think. Kiefer Sutherland's ass belongs to Kiefer, whom I wish belonged to meeeeee.Rating
: R, for violence, incestuous themes and sexual situations.Explanation
: I watched Lost Boys too much. I watched David die too many times. I looked at too many pictures. I read too many fanfics. I told Rene I was resisting writing a Lost Boys fanfic. She told me to. It's your fault, Rene! Anyway, all the plot came from the fact that until now, all my stuff was basically clean. Thus endeth that trend. This is kinky, violent and WRONG. The song "Cry Little Sister" hath poisoned my mind.Author's Note:
There is no real incest in here. Fiona is in no way related to David, he just has a sick sense of humor, and Max should have picked someone else for his little family. Those of you who like incest, if you squint really hard you can make it so, but I, personally, do not. Thank you very much. This takes place a couple of months prior to the movie, about six or seven.Fiona crouched in the alleyway, her hands pressed to the tops of her thighs, waiting for her prey. Her heart, though dead, still beat like a normal one would. Blood still flowed through her veins, hot and fast, but it was tainted, poisoned and unclean. She was a creature of the night, a vampire, and had been for years and years. She had been only 22 when she was taken, in the prime of her life and vibrantly alive. Her heart still beat now, but she was no longer living. Her skin which had once been a lovely tawny gold was pale as the moon. Her flesh was still warm and life-like, but she was not truly alive. She lived a half-life, never touching the sunlight, coming out to fly at night and chittering away with the bats.
"Come on," she whispered through dark-painted lips. "Come to me, my pretty."
She chuckled throatily at the thought of herself, squatting in a dark alley and talking like the Wicked Witch of the West. She rocked forward, balancing her weight on the heel of her hand as she ducked her head around the corner. Where had he gone? There had been a harmless middle-aged man coming her way a moment ago, and now he was gone? Where did that bastard go? I'm hungry, she thought grumpily.
"Were you looking for me?" asked a voice from behind her. She whipped around, standing as she moved and instinctively shifting into a fighting stance. The speaker was indeed the person she was looking for, an innocuous man with plain face and thick glasses. But alive, and full of blood. With an animal-like snarl she leaped for him, her fingers outstretched like claws. But before she even made contact, got close enough to tear at his throat, he backhanded her easily. Fiona flew backwards and struck the wall with a thud and slid down to the ground, her studded leather jacket bunching up under her arms. The man walked up to her and narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, I thought so," he said, towering over her as she lay stunned, rubbing the back of her head where it had hit the wall. She pulled her hand back out from behind her head and looked at it. Blood, her own blood, stained her fingers. Before the cut could heal, she brought her fingers to her lips and lapped at the redness with her tongue. With this eccentric action, the man's crooked smile only widened.
"You're one of us, stranger," said the man, and knelt down in front of her. With one strong hand he touched her forehead. "Yes, I as I thought. You are weak, I see. There aren't many people here to kill, are there? You can't get away with it."
Fiona narrowed her eyes in mistrust. Yes, everything he was saying was infinitely true. She felt like she was starving, drowning. She blinked her eyes, her heavily lined eyes and felt the skin on the back of her head heal together, leaving only a slight crust of her own blood in her silky dark hair.
"Who the hell are you?" she grunted, swatting away his hand and sitting up. Her head throbbed.
"Why, I'm one of you!" He smiled widely, baring teeth that became abruptly pointed and deadly, and in the soft moonlight his eyes glinted golden. "I've been looking for more of us. Do you have any connections here?"
The strong sense of companionship all vampires felt for another of their kind began to take hold of her. No matter what, all of them were on the same side. They were all persecuted as monsters, and if one of them approached her with a request, as one of the chosen immortals she was obligated to help in any way.
"No," said Fiona muzzily, standing up and straightening her spiked collar around her neck. "No connections. My parents were burned out in 1945. Why? What do you want?"
"I have a family," said the man. "My name is Max."
"Good for you, Max."
"You misunderstand me. I mean I have made a family. I have gathered a few boys and we live in Santa Carla, about twenty miles north of here on the coast. I run a video store, and they live in a cave."
"Sounds like a wonderful place," Fiona said shortly. "Why are you telling me about it? By the way, I'm Fiona."
"Fiona," he said with a sickly smile. "What a lovely name. Actually, I was looking for another of our kind to join our family. I was looking specifically for a mother."
"I'm a little young, physically," replied the other. Max smiled.
"I can see that. But, failing motherhood, how would you like to be a sister?"
Fiona considered. She was ready for anything, and this sounded like a nice place to be. A tourist town, if what she'd heard about Santa Carla was true. A Pack to join, and a family to join. Not a bad deal. "I think I'd like that a bit."
Max's face lit up. "Wonderful! Simply wonderful. I have a ticket for you, and we can set out first thing tomorrow. Do you have a home?"
Fiona shook her head, feeling like a failure next to this obviously powerful elder. But Max seemed every bit the fatherly figure, and patted his new daughter on the head.
"That's all right. I'll see to it that one of the boys takes you out for new clothes. Come with me, Fiona," he said, taking her hand in his and leading her away. "I have a hotel room nearby, and it has an extra bed. You'd like to sleep in a real bed, wouldn't you?"
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Fiona did like to sleep in a real bed, but she barely slept. Secretly, she had always preferred the feeling of sheets to the feeling of hanging upside down from a pole. Usually when she was able to sleep in a bed she slept naked, but somehow she got the impression that she should get used to sleeping in clothing. In addition, she was in no way interested in showing anything to Max. From the way he talked about the boys, she got the feeling that she would be living with them in their cave whilst Max lived in his own home a few miles away. She tossed and turned, thinking about how she was going to live there. What would her new brothers be like?
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