Dee was huddle behind a dirty and foul smelling dumpster. She was cold, alone, and completely without hope. For years she had been living on the streets, stealing, eating out of the trash or any food that dropped on the floor. She hated was she had to do but there was nothing she could do, it was either eat rotten and day old food or die of starvation. No one ever takes pity on homeless people, kids, maybe but not someone who was a year away from being 21.

"It's her own fault" many would say, it eased their consciences when they denied her.

As she gnawed on the skin around her nails, she thought about why she had travelled to Santa Carla. Her family had moved from Australia to America when prostitution and drug farming became impossible where they lived. Even though she was almost 18 she was forced to join them, not because they cared for her, oh no, she was her parent's pet. Like a good dog, she would do anything they wanted so long as they didn't punish her. If she was a dog then what she went through would be considered the worst kind of animal abuse. The only reason why she stayed was because her little brother needed her.

When her brother died, she finally gave up. After years and years of constant beating, near-death experiences and forced sexual encounters, she ran away. It was a stupid idea considering she had become homeless but anything was better than living with her rotten family. Now, here she was, in Santa Carla, hoping that she could be killed by someone, anyone, so long as she got to fight until the bitter end. Her view was that so long as she was killed by someone else, then it was more honourable than killing herself.

"Now this is a painful sight to see" a voice startled Dee out of her self-hating thoughts. She pushed herself as close to the small gap between the wall at the dumpster as she could as she stared at the clean man staring down at her in pity. He looked to be 40 or 50 and quite well off too. Clean suite, square-rimmed glasses and perfectly styled hair that floated around his head. She would have robbed him blind and left him for dead if she wasn't so weak that her legs wouldn't work, "a beautiful woman like yourself should not be near death and all alone in a place like this."

"It's not like a have a choice in the matter," she said in her English accent, though it wasn't its usual smoothness. Instead, it was rough and wheezy. Whilst she was born in Australia, her parents were born and raised in Leicester, England, before moving to Australia.

That man looked at her with a surprised expression "A British woman, a rare thing in this part of America.

Dee was already annoyed by the conversation at this point "look, I'm not in the mood for a friendly chat. As you can see, I'm starving to death so if you could just stop to making fun of the skeleton then that would be swell."

The man had the audacity to laugh at her angered words "such a strong woman." He said as he knelt to her level, a kind smile adorned his face "but you are wrong about me, I am not here to make fun of you, I am here to help you."

Dee was instantly suspicious, no one had ever helped her before "how would you do that?"

"I can see your suspicion and rest assured, I am not here to take advantage of you. I have a soft spot for people in need, children who are…lost, you could say. I take them in, feed them, give them a room and warm clothes so that they can be in a position to better themselves, have a better life. I am offering that to you, you can work in my shop, have a decent pay so that with enough time, you can have a life of your own." He brought his hand out, silently asking her to take it.

She was highly suspicious that he was doing this just to torture and kill her in his home but wasn't that what she wanted, she came her to be killed because she refused to kill herself. She would be no match for this man but she would go down fighting. With that in mind, she grasped his hand and allowed him to pull her to him so he could carry her in his arms.

"I forgot to mention, my name is Max Wellington."

"The name's Dee. Just Dee."

"Well, Just Dee, it's nice to meet you" the woman nodded and decided the trip would be less awkward if she fell asleep.

Luckily, she didn't see the victorious smirk on the man face. 'she will make a lovely daughter, such a fight in her.'


The Lost Boys were out on the town, making mayhem and chaos wherever they went. No one but the Surf Nazis would stand up to them. They were intimidating, mysterious and seductive. Too many they were the most alluring beings in all of Santa Carla, if you weren't seething with envy you wanted to get in their pants or join them. They relished the mixed feelings they got, it was easier to choose who would be their next meal. You see, they weren't just some teenage street gang, they had a beast under their skin, it hid behind their attractive faces.

Vampires

They enjoyed the thrill of the chase, the fear that coursed through a meals blood as they fed. The streets of Santa Carla at night were there's to play with.

There were four boys and two half-vampires, all unique in personalities and looks yet the same in wants and desires.

The youngest to be turned was Laddie, he came from a horrible home with an abusive father and drunk mother and decided to run away. Their sire, Max, took pity on him and asked the other boys to turn him. They were angered by the ordered but had no way of defying him.

Next was Star, she was originally in a relationship with the eldest of the vampires and was tricked into turning into a vampire. When she found out she broke up with him and refused to complete the transformation which was drinking from a living human. This strained her relationship with the other members of the group but her self-hating made her ignore that fact.

The youngest of the full-blooded vampires was Paul, he had blonde messy hair and blue eyes. He was the flirter of the group, he loved to fuck his meals before eating them, apparently, it gives their blood a sweeter taste.

Then next was Marko, he had a slightly darker shade of blonde than Paul but the same coloured eyes. He looked like the youngest and the most innocent of them all but he was the most sadistic out of the lot. His mind thought up all the fun and gory things the group did. Due to his innocent looks, he was always unassuming to anyone who looked at him but to those who knew him? They didn't want to get on his bad side.

The second oldest was Dwayne, he was the only native American in the group but that was what made him the most attractive, well, that and his penchant for never wearing a shirt. His attitude also added to that, he was mysterious and silent unless he thought a conversation was important enough to talk. Surprisingly, the vampire had a soft spot for kids. There was a half vampire, Laddie, who he had adopted as his son. The only time he strongly got angry or vicious was when someone he cared about, especially Laddie, got hurt or he felt they were insulted in a way that would hurt them deeply.

The last and the eldest of the vampires was David, he had platinum blond hair that was spiky up top and a mullet at the back, he had icy blue eyes that drew anyone in. Whilst he wasn't as attractive as Dwayne, he managed to pull just as many women, if not more, just on his charming and alluring personality. He was the most dangerous of the group, it wasn't just because he was the strongest or the fastest of the entire group, no, he was the most dangerous because of his mind. He had skills in strategy, manipulation, and general mind fuckery. He had the power to reach inside a person's mind and make them see what he wanted them to. He was also the most loyal of the group, if anyone hurt his friends, well…they better pray for a miracle. He didn't believe in killing someone for revenge, he preferred to torture someone in the most horrible of ways. Marko made the plans but David was the one who did them.

They were the reason why Santa Carla was called the murder capital of America.

Whilst the boys and Star had run off to do anything they wanted, Dwayne and David stayed together and wandered the boardwalk, looking for their meal. It wasn't that hard, any girl would fling themselves against them in the hopes of spending the night with either of them but that wasn't fun. Sure, most nights they would go with whatever but sometimes they liked to go for specifics. Tonight, David was looking for a petite blonde to sink his fangs into whilst Dwayne wanted a brunette, any size would do.

"Come on babe, why do you keep refusing me, you know you want to," a sleazy voice said from somewhere to the boy's right. It was a voice they heard every night, always picking up new chicks to fuck then ignore. Most of the time it works, it rarely didn't. Tonight, seemed to be one of those rare nights.

"You try every night and every night I tell you the same thing. Piss off" David stopped his casual stroll when he heard the feminine reply.

"David?" Dwayne asked with a raised brow.

Ignoring his brother, he turned to look at the person who the voice belonged to. His eyes zeroed in on an attractive woman. She had deep orange hair tied in a high ponytail that reached just at the slope of her back, tanned skin with freckles and a tattoo on her shoulder, and pale blue eyes and plump, rosy lips. Her outfit consisted of a black singlet that showed her perky breasts and slightly muscled arms. A black and red flannelette that was wrapped around her thin waist and a pair of black jeans that fit snugly against her thighs. She was an attractive woman but that wasn't the only reason why she made David froze. It was her scent. When he turned, he smelt her intoxicating scent that made his fangs elongate. It was sinful.

"What's wrong David?" Dwayne tried again, he blinked to show his surprise when he heard his brother growl yet smirk. "Who's the chick?"

"It seems I've found my singer," David said mischievously. A singer was, in a simpler term, a vampire's mate. Their blood carried a unique scent that only one vampire could smell, it was to help identify them as a vampire's mate. It was rare that a vampire could find their mate considering most are born at the same time as their destined when they are human. Some are born later in life but that is even rarer than finding one.

"Wow, never thought that would happen," Dwayne said with a smirk, the girl was attractive and if it kept his brothers mind off Star's betrayal then he was happy. He liked Star but what she did to David, to all of them, stung deeply.

"Look, Rick, I don't understand why you keep trying after the last time I told you to piss off. Next time I'll kick your dick" the woman was clearly irritated by the man leaning over her but the idiot was not taking the hint. Seeing the opening, David confidently swaggered over.

Rick was unfazed by her threat and said, "the more you say no, the more I'll keep trying. You're the hottest chick here and I'm the hottest guy here, we're perfect."

"The lady said no, I suggest you take her advice," David said as he stopped in front of them.

"Hey man, you better back the fuck off before I-" the man froze when he saw who had spoken, seeing the platinum blonde's sinister smirk, he huffed and stormed off to find another girl to fuck for the night.

"Thanks for the help though I can certainly take care of that prick myself" the woman replied confidently. She wore an amused smirk as she sucked on a red lollypop.

"I'm sure you can, though it gave me an excused to say hi," he said seductively with that ever-present smirk made him that much more alluring on his face.

"You're certainly a charmer" she moved away from the wall she was leaning on and moved closer to the vampire "the names Dee."

"David."

"Well David, I hope I see you at the concert tomorrow" she pulled out her lollypop and rested it on David's lips, once he put it in his mouth she stepped back and smirked "catch you later" with that she walked away with a casual wave, returning to whatever she was doing before she was interrupted.

"How's the lollypop taste?" Dwayne said jokingly as he stopped by his brother's side. He watched David savour the taste of the lollypop, probably tasting his singers taste as well. The second eldest didn't understand what a singer could do to a vampire, but judging from the intoxicated and pleasured look on his older brother's face, he could tell it was pretty big.

"Dee huh?" David said around the lollypop "what a lucky night this was."