Warning: This story is rated M for violence, language, adult situations, and maybe semi-explicit sex in later chapters. You have been warned!
Disclaimers: Profit is not being made off this story. The Lost Boys are credited to the writers Janice Fischer and James Jeremias! Of course owned by Warner Bros. Not that I don't wish I could own it. . .

This story randomly came to me after reading and being inspired by another Lost Boys fanfic: "This means war" by BarbieGrim. English is not my first language but I will try my best! If you see any mistakes please feel free to PM me! This story does not have a beta tester/reader at the moment so I'm sorry for any mistakes that will most likely occur.

Reviews and positive criticism are always encouraged and appreciated!

|CHAPTER ONE: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?!|

Summary:
"Sometimes we don't understand why certain things happen to us, they just do. During these events, we sometimes wish they never happened while other times we are grateful for them. In my case, in my scenario, I am unsure if I am grateful or not. Hell, I'm still trying to figure this all out because, at first, I thought that maybe I was in shock and that just maybe it was all in my head. You know, like a coma induced dream perhaps, but now I'm really starting to doubt even that delusion. Regardless some questions still remain; is this it, am I truly stuck here? How do I even go back or do I even have the option to go back? If so, then what is my purpose here? Am I suppose to like fix something or something? How does one even exist in a time they weren't even born in?"

Everything felt heavy like a dead weight; My chest, my legs, even my eyelids so moving felt practically impossible but somehow I manage to lift my hands to my face to cup my head in an attempt to reduce the splitting headache that had blossomed since I've become conscious. After a few minutes passed I pulled my now tingling hands away. God how I hate that tingling feeling, I groan internally, but at least I can now feel them now. When I pulled my hands away all I could finally make out a dull sky hovering above me. The type of sky right before sunset and I laid there for a little bit, testing my limbs by bending my knees and squeezing my hands while watching the clouds sleek on by in the pool of blue as it slowly shifted into colors.

Why am I outside? I don't know.

Where am I outside? I don't know.

What was I doing before this? I don't know.

Officially bored at staring at the dimming sky and now capable of feeling all my limbs fully again- without that terrible pin-needle-effect, I sit up to peer around. The rushing and rumbling sound I've been listening to for the past ten minutes, I'd assume, was actual the ocean. The uneven grainy ground I've been laying on to be sand. I'm on a beach.

"Wait, how'd did I get on a beach?"

I don't live near a beach, hell I live in the middle of the states! The closest 'beach' to me is the lake and even then I don't visit it that often. So what am I doing here?

Easing to my feet, steadying myself due to my legs feeling like they haven't barred my weight or moved in ages, I then turn around and note the bundle of buildings that once set behind me. An odd assortment of buildings with what look to be an abandoned fairgrounds. What really puts the 'topping' on all of this was just how eerie it all felt with the lack of people. I mean, the weather is nice, cool from the ocean, but nice. Surfboards set upright in the sand ready to be used, blankets with a random assortment of accessories on them sat about, and even imprints of feet all around like a herd of people ran through it, but there was nobody. Not a soul. Everything looked dull and dreary yet at the same time eerily inviting. A pain ignited in my head again and on reflex I cup my forehead, closing my eyes to will the pulsing ache away.

What the hell is happening?

Then the wind picked up around me. An oceanic breeze with the smell of salt and fast food dancing on it. Faintly, a small white noise began to bleed into the breeze and slowly it became coherent like the volume was being turned up; chatter. People talking, giggling, hooting with excitement all around. While still cupping a portion of my face I open one eye that isn't covered and take a look.

Unbelievable..

My hand drops as I stare. Everywhere where there was not a person before was now a person, sometimes groups of people. Just relaxing and having a blast as if they were always there. It was like they meretriciously poofed into existence. Frustrated and confused I try to wrap my head around it all.

This has got to be a dream. The only way any of this could, or would, make any sense is if it was all a dream...

Now certain that I'm just having a weird lucid dream I pull myself together and head toward the cluster of different shaped buildings as if this was all normal. Noticing the once dull architecture appeared to be now warm and lively but my dreams have always been weird so I'm no longer questioning the abnormality of it all. Stepping up onto the wooden platform I take note of the crowd roaming around and the way they are dressed immediately coming into focus. I've only seen people dressed like this in movies, well sort of, I mean some article of clothing always fall back into a trend but the entire get up as a whole just looked weird; outdated. Most of the women are wearing waist high denim jeans and denim jackets over crop tops with brightly colored accessories like sunglasses, bangles, and hoop earrings. Though some did have denim daisy duke style shorts on or printed tights, or even skirts, with a baggy over the shoulder shirt. But no matter the girl, it seemed the hair was always permed and teased to perfection in some way. Now the men, on the other hand, were either super plain with them also wearing something denim; like jeans with loose button-ups topped with a baggy over shirts. While the others were on an entirely different spectrum; Zebra print pants, bandannas on their foreheads or arms, some shirtless with a leather jacket, and their hair styled up like they sprayed it with hair spray then stuck it in front of an industrial fan.

It feels like I'm walking through the world of the late 80's, early 90's, or something.

To avoid being bumped by the crowd I walked along the outskirts of it all. Reading signs on buildings lit up by light, due to it being dark now, and watching the festival rides from a distance. Tattoo and piercing parlors were everywhere alongside stores stacked up with leather jackets of all colors, shapes, and sizes. If this wasn't a dream I'd think it was some type of 'back to the past' festival, but how my head could envision a time I wasn't even born into, to this extent I don't even know but I blame all the movies I watch.. on that note my eyes land on a large Video store titled 'Video Max' and like everything else around me the place was outdated. It was noticeable from just outside the window due to the fat box-shaped T.V's and aisle stacked with tapes rather than DVDs. I've never visited such a retro place but yet the name of the store sounded familiar. I racked my brain to see if, just possibly, I have been to a place called Video Max before but nothing came forward. I've been to a Video Magic and BlockBuster but that's it.... I ended up shrugging off the strange feeling of something similar to Deja Vu and step up to the door to pull it open to only have to step back and out of the way from a cluster of men pouring out.

The door swung open wide to barely miss my face as I took up post on the other side, hands up to catch the door just in case, but lucky for me the hinges didn't allow it to go that far. I stood there silently as I watched the four guys sleek out the door one by one and one by one my mind told me I knew them. David, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko. Somehow I just knew their names that or my mind is subconsciously giving them identities and to be fair with you, I'm not sure which one is more accurate. The door swung close with a light 'ding' as I stared at their form. Just watching them board onto their motorcycles. How did I miss those? I don't even know. I heard laughter causing me to focus on the person making the noise, the long-haired blonde, Paul. They caught me staring.

"Well lookie here, it looks like we have a fan." he chipped in with a huge smile on his face. In response to him, a deeper chuckle sounded off to his right. Drawing my attention to another guy, to David, and my mind flared with pictures suddenly but they moved so fast to a point it was like a blur of colors. So whatever my mind was trying to tell me it was not succeeding at it because none of that made sense. I came back to my senses within seconds. Noting that it must have only lasted that short of a timeframe because David had just parted his lips to speak, his voice holding humor yet something else altogether.

"It appears so." His lips angling into a taunting smirk.

I know the other guy's must of said something for I could hear the muffled sound of their voices all around me, but all I could hear clearly was Davids words on repeat. It appears so.. That voice, those pale blue eyes and bleach blonde hair, and that pure black decked-out outfit are all too familiar. My head felt like I was spinning due to there being too many questions pushing forward; Why do I know him and why do I know them? Why is this place so familiar yet not at the same time? Most importantly; Why am I scared? I was straining to comprehend everything I didn't even notice the curly blond shifting off his bike.

"Hey there, you still with us?" called out Marko as he waved his hand in front of my face breaking me away. When did he even get that close to me?

"I uh, yeah." Came out my lame reply. Officially breaking eye contact from David to look to the boardwalk beyond them. The boardwalk, that's what it's called... "I didn't mean to stare. I just.." I trailed off.

"Nothing wrong with that. Just means you like us." Paul perked up again,"Say, wanna go for a ride, hot stuff?" he offered while tapping at the back of his seat in an inviting fashion, coaxing me, but something within me immediately told me to turn tail and run. To get as far away as possible.

"No, I.. was just going inside," with that I turned around and grabbed the door to open it.

"Suit yourself." came his voice again, not missing a beat. Just as I pulled the door open they revved their bikes and took off. Whooping with excitement as they drove away. Done with our conversation as much as I am. At this point I practically want to sigh with relief now that I am out of, I guess, harms way but my body goes stiff before I can.

Before me is a scene of a normal lady talking to a normal guy. Just a simple scene but for some reason, it ignited the rest of my mind that so stubbornly was denying everything up until now. Max and Lucy. I internally chant as my eyes lowered to the ground near Max's legs on autopilot, knowing there would be a large white dog there and I was right. That's Thorn. Max's dog- no, hell hound.

David, Dwayne, Paul, Marko, Max, Lucy, Michael, Sam, Star, Laddie, then Edgar and Allen; the Frog brothers. I know them all.. It was like my head finally clicked into the right gear and I knew right then that this wasn't some crazy fantasy. This is all too surreal to be a dream. No, this was a movie; 'The Lost Boys' movie.

I'm in the fucking Lost Boys movie!? And I JUST spoke to THE vampires.

"Can I help you, Miss?" a male's voice brought me back from my panic induced thoughts. I probably looked like I was having a heart attack at this point. "You okay?" It was Max. Raising my head, just realizing I was staring at the ground in front of the entrance like some loony, I looked at him. He was staring past Lucy who was also worried for me if the expression on her face meant anything- she is such a motherly person. Breaking eye contact I hurriedly shook my head and left the store, away from the head vampire and his prey.

While running past the horde of people I could hear the faint sound of the saxophone in the distance. Undoubtedly the concert that Star, Laddie, Michael, and Sam would be at and I ran for it. Gaping I came to a stop near the edge of the huge crowd to stare out into it, searching, and eventually, I caught the sight of Michael and Sam. Seeing them causing me to step forward into the crowd with the mindset to go up to them. But then what, my mind inquired, questioning my motives and causing me to stop. Are you going to spill out some nonsense about vampires and how they will inevitably get attacked? Probably succeeding in coming off as a crazy person and no doubt losing all chances of being helpful to them until they learned that what you said is true. But by then it would be too late, I told myself. By then Michael would be a half vampire like Star and Laddie which sets everything in motion.

I looked down at my converses feeling confused. Then what is my purposes here if I can't prevent the fight and bloodshed?

As I stood there pondering that over in a sort of daze, something I've been doing a lot lately and doubt will be stopping anytime soon, I felt a shift in the people near me. Then I noticed the flowing brown hair in my peripheral view as Star dragged Laddie right by me, her skirt close enough to bellow against my jeans. Then right on cue came Michael chasing her and Sam chasing him AND I didn't stop them. Fate, if you believe in it, just lead them right to me and I watched them go. Instead of even joining in the chase I walked away. Stepping out of the crowd and back toward to beach that sat in the opposite direction of the Comic book store with the soon to be Vampire Hunters and where Star and Laddie will meet up with the Lost Boys.

Max has already met Lucy, I told myself, Michael is already interested in Star and within minutes Sam will meet the Frog brothers. Everything will be in motion and within a weeks timeframe, the battle will happen. So what am I suppose to do? Fight with them? I walked as if on auto pilot only taking notice of when wood became sand and nothing else. How can I even survive fighting against crazy powerful, eighties stylized, vampires let alone stay alive until then? Like, I have nowhere to stay.. Nowhere to live triggered a serious thought; money. My hands rush to the back pockets of my black skinny jeans, patting them down. No cell phone and no wallet there. Then my hands then rush to the tiny pockets of my black pleather cropped jacket, nothing.

I'm broke in an alternate reality. Fucking great...

A loud rumble announced the Lost Boys most likely riding away from the boardwalk with Star and Laddie. On reflects, I turn to face the sound and watch the headlights of their bikes speeding on out from the distance as I stood on the beach, a new thought surfacing. What if I help them instead? Prevent them from dying.. I would be lying to myself if I said I did not like the 'bad guys' of the movie. That a part of me had always imagined what it would be like if they survived the fight or hell, never fought in the first place. Like, if Max and Lucy actually ended up together same with Michael and Star. What would have happened?

That's fine and dandy but what if they kill you when you try this crazy idea?

"I don't know and I won't know if I don't try," I answered my inner self verbally. "I'm here for a reason and maybe that's the reason. I mean, the Emerson survive in the movie as the vampires are slain. So they don't need me in this plot unless I'm here to save the vampires for a change." It sounds logical but this is coming from a person holding a conversation with themselves. So with that, I'm going to try to not to think too hard about that fact but instead on how I am going to confront the people who can tear me from limb to limb with their bare hands.

Matter of fact what do they do after driving off? The night was still fresh with dawn hours away so why did they leave early, to begin with? To hunt, I theorized. But they would have to drive Laddie and Star back to Hudson's Bluff because I honestly doubt they tear people apart in front of the half-vampires. A half vampire deliberately avoiding feeding and a child half vampire waiting until he's old enough to feed if he chooses to feed that is. Which good part on them because an eternal child of the night is not a good idea if Interview with a Vampire ever taught me anything.

Even though I've decided to do something now, a crazy something at that, I still have no idea where to start. Like hell am I going to chase after them right now! I'm just going to have to try tomorrow night. I know they will be back at the boardwalk but until then I need a place to stay. I groan as I look around myself. Feeling oddly enough like a runaway which is super common for Santa Carla supposedly. At least I'm fitting in I guess.

Eventually, I decide to scout the area for a bench to sleep under. Under because I rather not be right in the open. Finally locating one not too deep into the festival grounds and not too far away from the beach, I claim it like some homeless person claims a curb. With that settled I take off my jacket and scrape the underside to get rid of spider webs before flapping it like a dusty rug (so I'm not snuggling spiders) then folding it into a makeshift pillow to use. It's chilly but at least I'm wearing my Disturbed sweater so my skin is not exposed as badly as it could be with the lack of my jacket. I crawl underneath and curl up, knees to my chest with my hands around my knees. The very first thing I want to do once I've settled in is to pull out my phone and scroll through the web, like a subconscious desire to do something that I have done for almost nine years of my life. Of course the lack of the phone stopping me along with the fact it hasn't even been invented yet. Sighing I snuggled my face into my jacket with a frown.

This is going to be a long week. If I survive that long that is...

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When I awoke the sun was up but my view was currently being shaded by a set of legs. Instead of crawling out like some weirdo and probably spooking the person, I decided to lay there till they left. Just quietly remembering my predicament and how I am going to fix it, letting it all set in once again. There is no 'how to' book manual for this but boy do I wish there was. A few minutes passed and the legs shifted, standing up, and slowly walked away. I took notice that it was a business guy holding a sleeping baby. How cute.

Officially freed from my own confinements I rolled out from beneath the bench, grabbing my jacket along the way, and stood up stretching. I had a slight creek in my neck but nothing major. Knowing this is a beach and a stationed theme park of sorts I knew there just had to be a public bathing, restroom thing, somewhere. So after fixing up my jacket, giving it a few shakes and smacks, I slipped it on and headed off to find it. It didn't take too terribly long until I stumbled across the place. I watched a few barbie like, what most would consider 80's babes, come out of the building chatting up a storm. I'm so happy I don't look like them even if that is what is considered sexy right now, I thought to myself as I walked into the building. One stall was currently being used while another girl is dressing by the bench in the open, not ashamed to be practically naked while doing so. I mean 'we're all females here' being the mindset but I personally never liked showing off my body. Even if I'm considered ugly or not. It's just not my thing.

Without a towel and a dry set of clothes to change into I avoid showering, for now, and move on over to the sinks. There I surveyed my appearance and took note it was the same old me. As if I was plucked from my own world and tossed into this one though I guess I shouldn't have assumed that I would look any different. A pale complexion with a touch of freckles and a set of green eyes stared back at me as I looked into the foggy mirror. My long black hair cascading over my left shoulder like I normally have it. I took note of my semi-wrinkly but average, in my opinion, black apparel; Faux cropped leather jacket wrinkled from being balled up, a Disturbed long sleeve shirt underneath - the one where you can only make out the red eyes and grinning smile, my favorite pair of skinny jeans with the right knee ripped from wear-&-tare now slightly dusty from the sand, topped with abused high-top converses. They've looked well worn out for a year now I'm just sentimental and don't like buying a new pair until the soles of my current pair completely wear out.

I still don't know what I was doing before arriving here, I thought while staring at myself like it held the answer. Of course, it didn't. Pushing those thoughts away I pull off my hair-tie from around my wrist and tie my hair up in a high pony-tail causing my raven locks to only touch my shoulder blades now rather than my hips. I then proceeded to freshen up my appearance; Splash some water on my face, rub out some creases in my clothes, the works. So people wouldn't confuse me for some street rat though at this moment I am one pretty much...

It still feels weird to not have any identification or phone on me. To be completely empty of said items that are normally always on a person.

Now ready to face the public once again I step outside and into the afternoon sun. Having a few hours to spare before I track down some predators and convince them I'm of some use to them before they rip me apart like their prey. Now I like the Lost Boys, I really do, but that does not mean that I am unaware of just how vicious they can really be. We've all seen the movie. I know well enough what they are capable of which really only makes me second guess my motives more. I honestly think I may be nuts for this. With that in mind, I stepped off to the boardwalk where the active shops are to quite possible snag me a meal so I'm not some woozy girl when I approach them later. Sadly I'm not a pick-pocket kind of person so I'm left with the grab and run tactic. Yay..

Thirty minutes later and I'm fishing out a french loaf of bread from my jacket as I sit on the same bench I slept under. Removing its wrappings I dig in, breaking a piece and tossing it into my mouth over and over, as I watch a verity of people walk by. Now that it's daylight there are not as many punky-goth-looking people roaming about I've come to notice. Which I guess I pretty much fit under that title at the moment with how I am dressed. I honestly don't mind as long as people don't try to start trouble with me for I have enough on my plate as it is. As if on cue, like the universe is planning against me, a group of guys glance in my way and stop in their late afternoon walk. Instead of continuing on their way to who knows where they strut up to my bench like they own the place and eyeball me like I'm a piece of candy. I can't honestly tell if they are just average guys or apart of a gang but their sleeveless denim jackets, basically stating I'm a rebellious bad boy, and wacky hair styles tell me they are 'trouble makers' regardless. I do note it is not Greg but apart of me still has a feeling that this group may still have ties with the Surf Nazis in some way.

"Can I help you, boys?" I question with a bored tone, breaking the creepy silence since they didn't. I'm not phased by their looks or attitude as I pop another piece of bread into my mouth. The one in front, the one I'd assume to be the leader of this squad, pushes up his sunglasses to rest on the top of his head before speaking.

"Hm, I'm sure you can, girly." his gray eyes scan me freely now and I can already tell I'm not going to like this guy,"Say I haven't seen you around before. Nice style you have going on, pretty fresh." Fresh? Man, the 80's is full of weird phrases.

"Uh, thanks?"

"I'm going to assume you are not from around here."He said before chuckling, finding himself funny. Boy, you have no idea just how 'not around here' I am, I couldn't help but silently chime in. I didn't laugh though in fact, I felt pretty awkward talking with them and I think he took notice of that because he decided to continue the conversation while easing in closer to me. "So what's your name sweet cheeks?"

"Not 'sweet cheeks', I can tell you that," I responded with no enthusiasms while scooting to the edge of the bench, getting ready to leave. One of his boys came forward to block that escape route as if he could tell I was done here. My eyes followed another member, the biggest of them all, as he stalked past me to stand behind the bench. It felt like this was rehearsed or something. That left three in front of me and one behind me and I really don't like being cornered. My bored tone shifted to annoyed "Look, I'm not in the mood. I've had a rough night. So if you'd so kindly do me a solid and fuck off, I'd appreciate it."

"Oh, I feisty one. I think I like her, boss. Could be the perfect date for tonight." Spoke the practically bald guy to the leaders left. He had hair but it was very thin and short, styled like a mohawk but so short you almost couldn't count it as a one, in fact, it was more like a streak of hair. I think I'll call him baldy for now anyways.

"Sorry girly," the leader faked a frown,"I'm all out of 'solids' to give. Gave my last one to my buddy Joey here." He tapped the one so called Joey on the shoulder, the man that stood on his right. I took a deep breath and sighed at all this. I just didn't want to be in this moment anymore. Why couldn't they just leave me alone? It's not hard.

A deep chuckle sounded off behind me,"Ah' I think you rendered her speechless." I scoffed at that. Not wanting to play their little game.

"Just leave me alone." My voice was demanding, straight to the point. I've been in a few fights and know how to handle myself but I knew I was outnumbered here. That if a scuffle was to start that I wouldn't come out on top. My best chance was to make my bark loud enough to frighten them away or somehow make a run for it.

I watched with distaste as the leader eased even closer to me, bending at his waist to be at eye level. "Can't do that,"God his breath stinks,"You have something that we," he made a point to gesture to his pals." want."

"And what exactly is that something?"

"Oh, I'm sure you can figure that out, sweet cheeks." My eyes narrow as I openly frown in disgust at them. Fucking pigs...

"If you think that I'm just going to bow down to you like some loyal cunt you have another thing coming."

"Well, I think you're going to do just what I say you are going to do." Retorted the boss man and with that, I quickly smashed what was left of my meal into his face before shoving him away. Taking this opportunity to jump off the bench before big-guy behind me could grab me. Baldy made a move to grapple me and I ducked out of his reach before bouncing back and decking him square in the face causing him to stumble back just like his leader. With an opening, I ran for it. The Joey guy hot on my heels. I faintly heard something along the line of 'that stupid bitch!' and couldn't help but smile at that. My official first day here and I've already made enemies with the Surf Nazis, how lovely.

I bounced around the crowd of people as I pushed deeper into the festival grounds, heading for the carnival-like stands and rides. I never looked back as I ducked around to the back of the shops that are lined up and jump over the railings to the sand. Dropping down and pressing firmly up against the wall in a crouched position. I could hear the sound of their shoes slapping against the wood as they ran by. Not stopping once to check over the railing. As the sound of their stomping faded away I eased myself into a sitting position, using the tiny bit of concrete wall to lean against. That was close. I could of easily just been a part of a gang brawl, on the positive side. On the negative side, I could have been apart of something disgustingly unwelcoming. Why the hell did they even single me out I don't know.. but I plan to avoid them nonetheless.

I sat there until the sun set.

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With a new night comes a new danger. Tonight would be the night that Michael chases the Lost Boys off to Hudson's Bluff like a love sick pup. To be fair I've never understood why he continues to go after Star after realizing that David is around. If I was him I would have assumed that Star was with David, with how he acts around her, then left the entire thing alone. But I gotta' give it to the guy for trying so hard for her, I guess. Rising off the ground I give my butt a pat and pull myself up over the railing. Successfully receiving some weird looks by a worker who was chilling in the back taking a break. I gave him a small wave before wondering off to the main part of the boardwalk. Damn this place becomes crowded so fast, I internally groan as I am forced to glide through a mass of bodies. Bumping shoulders ever so often.

Thirty minutes to an hour passes and I'm back at the railing overlooking the beach and ocean but this time not behind the vendors but instead near the stairs. I look defeated as I rest my body on the metal with boredom while taking the last bite out of an apple I managed to snag while walking around, throwing the core into a nearby trash can. I thought they'd be here by now. I wonder what's taking them so long. As if on cue a roar of motorcycles rumbled in the distance, slowly becoming louder, to the point I could see headlights on the outskirts of the beach. They rode up to the boardwalk with such ease even though they were driving on shifty sand, something I assume would be difficult to drive on really. I continue to watch them like a weirdo as they boarded their bikes onto the platform from the far end. They stopped a few yards away from the spot that I was leaning on to let Star slip off Davids bike, Laddie off of Dwayne's, and roam away. I didn't move from my spot though despite them being right there. Oh, com'on legs, we've been waiting for them practically all day, just move, I try to coax my body to move as I look back at the railing I am leaning on.

The thudding sound of boots against wood broke through my pep-talk and by just using my peripherals I could make out the Lost Boys walking in my direction. A part of me hoped they would walk on by to some other destination. Another part of me told me they were walking up to me and I couldn't tell if I was happy or scared about it all. I kept my eyes on the sand and ocean as I listened to David and his boys stop around me. Marko leaning against the railing to my left while Paul took up my right side. Leaving David and Dwayne behind me.

Paul spoke up first. "Well, isn't it hot stuff from yesterday?" this caused Marko to chuckle behind his hand. I stood up straight and turned around to face them as a whole, my back now against the bars, with a smile on my face. Secretly hoping that it didn't look as strained as it felt.

"I didn't expect to see you guys so soon." I lied. "Do you come here every night?" David shifted causing me to peer up at him directly instead of at everyone. He smirked when our eyes me before talking, ignoring my question entirely.

"Someone seems more confident with herself then last night." I broke eye contact with him not feeling fearless enough to keep it in this situation.

I gave a shrug."Maybe, maybe not." Then I turned back around and slid through the bars to land on the sand. Pivoting around I look up at the guys to see them against the railing looking down at me, taller due to the lifted platform of concrete. From this perceptive, they felt more dangerous than on an even ground. You got this, don't panic, I reassured myself before motioning them to follow with my hand.

"Com'on boys, join me on the beach for an evening stroll?" Paul and Marko almost immediately jumped the railing with the grace of a cat at the smirk that David gave. I knew that was a subtle sign of him giving them the go ahead. And I knew that they saw me as easy prey right now.. like a mouse to a cat. A mouse leading itself to a dead end for them. As long as I don't go too far from the boardwalk and out of the eyesight of people I shouldn't be in too much danger, I told myself. Right? Let's hope so...

David fluidly lands in front me quickly followed by Dwayne and within seconds they were information; David in the middle with his boys flanking him. It was almost uneasy to watch from just knowing what they are and what they are probably thinking. Trying to hold back my uncertainty and fear I turn back around to the beach, bravely turning my back on them, and started my walk to the shore past a few beach pedestrians. I didn't need to look over my shoulder to see if they were following because I just knew they were. After few yards into our walk, when I've successfully put distance between us and the boardwalk, Paul eased up to my right with Marko on my left just like earlier when we were leaning on the bars.

"So what's your name?" Asked Marko this time. His young innocent like behavior practically rolling off him but I knew better. Past that angelic like disguise, he was vicious just like the rest of them.

"Jacklynn but call me Jackie." I surprisingly spoke with confidence despite my body wanting to disobey me and run away at this point. I'm generally surprised that my heart isn't trying to escape my chest either. My feet stops short of the rushing water and I turned around to face the vampires, telling myself that it's time, no backing out. "And you are Marko." His once smiling face fell as he tilted his head. Probably caught off guard. I leaned my head to, now, my left and continued. "You are Paul." My eyes made contact with Dwayne next. "Dwayne. And," A very deadpanned David fell into my view. "you are David." I could see him thinking this through behind those eyes of his.

Oh fuck.. oh fuck...

"I know we are famous here but I didn't think our names would spread to newcomers that quickly." Came his smooth reply as he plucked a cigarette from behind his ear after fishing out a lighter nonchalantly. He placed the stick in his mouth and lit it up, inhaling. Fuck me! They didn't get it.. My next words were on the tip of my tongue, wanting to defy him of what he so thought to be correct, but I didn't know if they'd end my life or not for it. I'm playing a dangerous game as it is, I told myself. For fuck's sake, I am already talking to them so.. No turning back, I repeated to myself. So with a shake of my head, I gave it a tilt with curiosity, similar to Markos, as another way to approach this came to me. All their eyes watching me closely.

"Can I bum a cig off you?" I didn't really smoke but I knew how to handle one since it wasn't my first. David pulled out his pack from his inner jacket pocket and handed me one and I leaned forward as his flick the lighter, inhaling till the end burned the color of amber. Leaning back I exhaled while staring him directly in the eye. "You know, it must be nice to be able to smoke and know you won't get cancer. " I took another hit again,"What with your body being able to regenerate." I exhaled, the smoke ghosting over his features. Now that got them, I could tell, as the atmosphere shifted along with their demeanor. Playing pretend was over now.

His movement was so quick that I had no time to understand the situation until my feet no longer touched the ground and my breathing was cut off. Both our cigarettes now on the grainy ground forgotten. On instinct, my hands rushed up to grab Davids forearm to maybe fight him off, what little training I've had in self-defense kicking in. As if that would do me any good. Instead, I just grabbed at the fabric tightly as my face scrunched up with pain, knowing full well that fighting was futile. In a matter of seconds, I could feel him against my ear, his cold breath hissing at the bare skin there, but I did not open my eyes.

"You better tell me how you know so much, human." he practically spat the last bit. "And it better be good, your life depends on it." he then released me and I fell flat on my ass, coughing. Paul, Marko, and the ever silent Dwayne made no move to attack me but they did circle me in, ready to pounce at a moments notice.

It never occurred to me just exactly what I would tell them and how I would tell them anything. Hey guys your characters in a movie that you're about to die in and I want to save you. Oh, yeah I can really see that going over well. So now what? I mentally ask myself as I sit here at death's door panicking.

"Well?" David demanded, his voice an octave deeper than normal, deadly. I'll just have to do the next best thing to the truth, I reasoned with myself. Finally ready I took a deep breath and looked him straight in his pale blue piercing eyes and lied.

"I can see things like the future. I know your fate," My fingers pointing at him then scanning at all of them in a wide sweep," and I can promise you that without me you and your brothers will die at the end of this week."

A/N:
ALRIGHT! End of chapter one, hell yeah! This is the first chapter to this potentially chaotic story. Please leave a review! Tell me if you want me to continue this story So I know this is of interest to people/etc/etc. Thank you for reading!