Fandom: The Lost Boys

Genre: Horror, Teen Romance, Comedy, SLASH!

Pairings: David/Michael, David/ OC

Setting: Bar Harbor, Maine, 2011. Alternate universe in which David didn't die!

Disclaimers: I only own my original characters: nothing else!

Original Characters:

Soren Bane: From London, England• Full Vampire

17 years old

She was too weak to resist her first kill, and loathes herself for it.

She uses her goth image to keep people at a distance, afraid of loosing control.

Cary Rush: From Camden, Maine • Full Vampire

17 years old

Had terminal Leukemia, was saved by the transformation.

Plays the guitar.

Loves to live dangerously because he knows what its like to be weak.

Phoenix Carson: From Bar Harbor, Maine • Human

14 years old

Soren killed her mom by accident when Phoenix was 12, and with no one else to take care of her, David and the gang took her in as one of them.

She wants to be a vampire more than anything, but David won't let her until she turns 16.

Starting high school in September (against her will: David wants to have an education)

Loves David more than anything (Is it brotherly love, or something more?)

Brooklyn Case: From Bar Harbor, Maine • Human

14 years old

Phoenix's best friend

One day night, Brooklyn follows Phoenix home, stumbling unknowingly into the vampire's lair.

Characters from 'the lost boys'

Michael Emerson and David: From Santa Carla, California • Full Vampires

18 years old.

Lovers.

Came to Bar Harbor in 2009 after living in London for 20 years (remember, they never age!)

Found Soren there, brought her with them as a half vampire.

Michael still loves David, but David is growing distant.

Michael is jealous of the attention that David gives Phoenix.

David sees a lot of himself in Phoenix, and takes her under his wing, much like Dwayne took in Laddie.

Chapter One

The moon was full and high over Frenchman's bay, glistening off the cold, salty waves and onto the boats on their moorings, casting ghost-like shadows on the sea beneath them.

Sitting on the roof of the old, abandoned mansion, I looked out over the water, the night almost bright as day. Today is Saturday, the one day of the week where I am allowed to accompany the others on their after-dark adventures.

I can hear David trying to sneak up on me. I hold my ground, and consider giving him the satisfaction.

Never.

When he is less than a pace behind me, I say calmly,

"Hello David. Ready to go?" I hear him sigh, then he sits down next to me on the ledge. I turn to him, his white-blonde hair even paler in the moonlight, his dark eyes in star contrast to his marble face. He flashes his devil's smile, then closes his eyes and shakes his head.

"Will I ever surprise you, Phoenix?"

"Don't count on it."

"Come on, Phoenix. The others will be waiting."

Back inside the house, we find Cary reading a book... on the ceiling, Soren sitting alone doing nothing, as usual, and Michael working on his bike.

"Can we go already? I've been up for an hour, and I've run out of books."

"Shut up, show off! Sitting like that's let everything go to your head."I bark. He sneers at me, but comes down nonetheless. David glides over to Michael, and places a kiss on top of his head. Everyone knows they're together, so no one even cares anymore. The others don't even seem to notice their displays of affection.

"Phoenix, get your jacket, it's cold tonight."

"But David..."

" Go. Get. It."

I stalk away to my room, huffing and puffing. I wish David wouldn't coddle me like a baby... I'm 14 years old, for crying out loud! Although... I can't help but appreciate his attention.. sometimes it seems like he cares about me even more than he cares for Michael...

I find them outside, their bikes revved and ready. I swing onto the back of David's bike, wrap my arm around his chest, and give him a squeeze, the signal that I'm ready to go.

Our bike speeds off first, but Cary soon passes us, as always. His need for speed is almost as obnoxious as the rest of him.

We speed into the heart of Bar Harbor, racing down Cottage Street. I love the feeling of security I get when I'm holding onto him. He makes sharp, fast turns that would make anyone else queasy, but it's one of my favorite sensations. We turn onto Main, and stop at the Village Green. We stride to the gazebo, and Cary passes out cigarettes. The smoke makes me cough, so at this part of my Saturday ritual, David always hands me some money so I can go get some dinner for everyone.

I come back with chinese, and toss a box to each of them. David snuffs his cigarette under his boot, then hands me a pair of chopsticks. We always share the noodles.

"So Phoenix, excited for freshman year?"asks Cary, with a mouthful of crab rangoon.

Michael looks up from his chicken," Ya, what classes did you get?"

"I don't know." I don't look up from my food to answer them. I hate the thought of going back to school after everything that's happened this past year. I like my new life; I don't want to be normal.

"You don't know what classes you got, or you don't know if you're excited?"says Cary, spewing rice into the breeze, which then hits Soren in the face.

"God, did anyone ever teach you to chew with your mouth closed?" She barks, shaking the rice from her purple bangs.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you should see someone about that stick up your ass?"

Everyone laughs, except Soren of course, who makes a point to slide further away from the know-it-all blonde.

When we were done, we headed out to walk around town, scout out some action. There isn't too much to do in a tourist town like Bar Harbor; nothing but restaurants and tee-shirt shops as far as the eye could see. But when we were lucky, there was a party to crash, and tonight, there was. On Ledgelawn Boulevard, there were a bunch of drunk college kids having an end-of-summer fling, music blaring and plenty of hollering; just what we needed to blend in. Soren stays outside; she doesn't like crowds.

We split up as we get inside. Easily being the shortest one in the room, I feel lost in a sea bodies, unable to see over the crowd. I find the staircase and head upstairs, stepping over a guy that had passed out about halfway up. I sit on the top step and pull out my ipod, but no matter how loud I make it, I can't drown out the white noise of the party. From my perch, I can see most of the downstairs. I quickly spot David's white-blonde head among some other guys I don't recognize, and of course, Cary's in the corner, making out with some girl. Poor chick... she's so drunk, she doesn't realize she's making out with the most slobbery guy in town. Gross..

I don't want to watch this. I climb to the 2nd floor, and I'm making my way to a chair down the hall...

I feel someone grab me by my ponytail, pulling me into a dark room... They toss me on a bed, and get on top of me. I scream, but I can barely hear myself, the music is so loud. With help from the streetlight outside the window, I can see my assaulter's face. Drunk as hell, obviously... and scary looking... like something I'd check under my bed for.

He's kissing me..more like shoving his tongue down my throat... He's tearing off my jeans, touching me... unzipping his fly...

`I can't believe this is happening to me... please, god, make it stop... kill me now...

After who knows how long, all of a sudden, he's off me, being thrown against the back wall with a crash. I keep my eyes shut, I'b sobbing so hard... I curl into a little ball, scared and relieved at the same time.

Someone touches my shoulder. I scream, and cringe away. Then somehow, above the noise, I hear a familiar voice.

"Shhhh..It' okay, let's go home."

David.

He picks me up in his arms, wrapping the sheet around me, spotting my shredded jeans on the carpet. I bury my head into his leather jacket, still shaking uncontrollably. He's carrying me down the stairs, through the crowd, and out the door. The night is cold on my bare legs, but against David's chest, I feel safe and warm.

When we get back home, David carries me up to my room, and waits while I take a shower, letting the last of my tears run down the drain.

I stand there in my pajamas like a deer in the headlights as David towel dries my hair, then runs a brush through it. He picks me up again, and sets me gently in my bed. He puts a hand on my cheek, and gives me a mournful smile. I turn away from him, and pull the blankets up around my face, shut my eyes, and try to forget as the light goes out.

No... Stop.. Please...

...Let me go...

"Phoenix! Phoenix, you're dreaming, baby, wake up.."

I wake up crying, and David's holding me in his arms, rocking me back and forth, stroking my hair. He's lit a fire in my fireplace, and the room is filled with a warm, safe glow... but I still didn't feel safe.

"David... David he was touching me.. he, he..."

" I know, honey, I know, shhhh. That son of a bitch is gonna pay, you know that, don't you? He's never going to come near you again, no one is. Shhh..."

He held me until I was nodding off, then he moved from my bed, and pulled a chair up to the side.

"I'm gonna stay here till you wake up, okay?"

Through my involuntary sniffling, I choked, "But David, it's daytime for you, you're not going to sleep.."

"I know. And I'm staying." He reached for my hand, and I took it, holding it to me like some sacred stuffed animal. As I fell asleep, I couldn't help but feel lucky; lucky that David came when he did, lucky that I get to see this side of him. This warm, gentle, caring side, so different from the harsh, dangerous person that the others knew him as. Only me, and Michael... but I have a feeling that even Michael doesn't know him like me.