Hey, I decided to update this. This chapter's a bit longer than the first, I think, I haven't really checked, so I'm not sure, but I think it is. If anyone has any ideas for a third chapter, I might be up to writing one. I just have to be in the right mood. So, enjoy what the right mood did for me this time.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Literally, I'm almost dirt poor, so how would I manage to own The Lost Boys? If I did happen to own them though, I'd be rich, and have no use writing this disclaimer. But I guess I own Louie, and Noelle. So don't steal them. Stealing is illegal. And bad for your health.

The Second Chapter of the Chapters Without Names

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"I say we stake him, then take him to the Vet and tell them he fell on a fence." Marko said from the couch. He was bouncing slightly, fighting the urge to yell spastically and then proceed to run in small circles around inanimate objects. Don't ask me how I knew this, I just did. Accept it.

Dwayne made an odd noise, somewhere between a laugh and a grunt. All in all, a great show of emotion for the stoic vampire.

Paul was sitting on the top of the fountain that had long since gone out of service. Louie was happily perched on his lap. Paul was in no means paying attention to the conversation, but rather staring intently at Louie.

David was in his classic seat, the old wheelchair they had lifted when one of the boys had an interesting run in with a bad case of gonorrhea (I think we all know why a certain boy lacks an inexorbinate amount of emotion).

I was on the floor, fiddling with a piece of pater that I had found on the ground. I was trying to perfect the art of origami. Marko's comment brought my attention away from the paper and back into the present situation.

"That'd be great, except for one thing." I said. Did I mention how much I adore sarcasm?

"What's that?" David was thoroughly bored with the discussion that we had been having for the last two hours.

"Staking my cat would kill him. And saying he fell on a fence is highly unbelievable, cats are known for their sense of balance."

"Besides," David said, " Louie's way to fat to even get up on a fence."

"What?" Paul cried, oblivious to all the rest of us. "Really? You mean their completely..." After a long pause and a few more yelps of joy, Paul climbed down from the fountain, looking at me out the side of his eye, smirking just a little too much for comfort.

"What" I asked, all interest in previous conversation now switched onto Paul.

Paul just raised his hands in front of him and danced away.

"What is it?" I asked, yet again. Slowly getting to my feet, I was preparing to chase Paul and beat the answer out of him. Paul watched me get up, looking me up and down, smiling a little.

"Great. Now you're highly perverted as well as fanged." I said, realizing the endless possibilities in Paul's sudden interest in my body.

Marko tilted his head, no doubt wondering why I was just finding Paul's sex-oriented nature to be a problem.

David smirked and couldn't get the amused look off his face.

Dwayne was asleep, the bastard.

"Screw the cat, why is it such a big deal anyway?" David asked. He had never been the most patient one in the family and two hours on one topic was really starting to get to him.

"What, he's just going to live with you in the Bat Cave?" I asked, exasperated at their lack of a plan. You'd think vampires would be better problem solvers than they actually were.

"I don't see a problem with it." David replied flatly.

"He could share my room!" Marko screamed which was quite unnecessary seeing as he was two feet away from everyone.

"You don't have a room." David said, that energy drink was starting to piss him off. It should have worn off by now.

"No way, I get him! He's got to many good stories!" Paul chimed in, holding Louie to his chest, body turned slightly away from everyone else, as if to protect the feline.

"It's my cat, I will keep him thank you very much." I retaliated. He may be vampiric, but he was still my cat.

"It's not like your expertly equipped to care for a vampire." David said matter of factly.

"Ha!" Marko screamed. Everyone looked at him. Dwayne slowly opened his eyes, awake.

"Ow!" Paul yelled. Louie was trotting away, and Paul was already healing on all the long scratches he had received. Louie had settled down next to Dwayne, contentedly licking a bloody paw.

"Fucking cat." Paul muttered, walking stiffly to the fountain again.

David grinned, almost maliciously. He got up slowly, now almost smiling so much it was beginning to get a bit creepy. My brother isn't supposed to smile. I think it had something to do with the whole vampire thing.

"I'll be back." David said.

"Bring me back something." Paul said.

"Like what?"

"I dunno. Something."

David started to smile again.

"Use your head, be creative."

He smiled a little bit more. If you haven't ever seen David genuinely smile, and not many have, let me tell you, it starts to get to you after a while.

"Okay." David said, bypassing Marko, who was currently sitting on the floor trying to make a sand castle out of dust. It wasn't working so well, the dust didn't really stick together. It was kind of nasty, too.

"No hookers!" I called. I didn't want another situation like that on my hands...

"Strippers!" Marko screamed, jumping up excitedly. There was a soft flump and Marko looked down at his ruined dust castle.

Dwayne snorted, rolling his eyes at Marko.

Marko glared.

Dwayne glared back.

Marko stuck out his tounge.

Dwayne stuck out his middle finger.

Paul gasped.

Marko and Dwayne glared at him.

Paul shrugged.

Dwayne and Marko go back to glaring at each other.

Marko is hit by a musty cushion.

Dwayne soon has the same fate.

Seems I have pretty good aim when I'm pissed.

"Well you little bastard." Dwayne is holding up his hand, simultaneously staring Louie down.

"What did he do?" I asked, getting up and walking over to the vampire.

"He bit me."

I looked at his hand. "Doesn't look like theirs any wound."

"Well no, there wouldn't be, would there?"

I was confused. I didn't know much about vampires except for the basic stuff. And now that I think about it, that's quite a bit.

"Healing powers." Paul walked over and showed his arm, where he should be very cut up. He wasn't.

"Oh." I said quietly.

The cave was quiet, and so were we. It was kind of peaceful.

"BOO!" Marko jumped from the top of the fountain, into the air, at us. He fell short, but it still had a pretty good effect on me.

"Funny." I said, looking at him though narrowed eyes.

"Dude, what are you on?" Paul asked.

"I'm high." Marko replied easily.

"On what?"

"LIFE!" He screamed. "Hahahahaha, I got you!" Marko proceeded to jump like an idiot and point at Paul.

"I wasn't aware they now called crack 'Life.' It's clever, but I don't think it's catchy enough." David was back. Damn, it was kind of nice without him.

Marko let out a blood curdling scream that sounded pretty close to a five year-olds and ran out of the cave, into one of the tunnels. That kid was fast when he needed to be. Louie seemed to follow suit, because he was no longer in the cave.

Paul was laughing, and Dwayne was actually smiling, big accomplishment for him, and David was looking pretty damn proud of himself. I figured out why Louie ran, but had no explanation for Marko.

David was holding Thorn, Max's personal hound of hell, hell hound, canine of anti-christ, pretty much anything you wanted to call him really.

"Marko had a bad experience with Thorn once." Paul had regained some of his composure. Then again, he didn't have much to begin with. He had always seemed a bit...well...I can't think of the word exactly, but he was something. Oh boy, was he ever.

"Sorry if I'm not realizing the obvious here, but what's he going to do?" I asked.

"Well, I thought it'd be fun to see your cat's reaction, and that's about it." David strolled into the cave, Thorn following on a very chewed up leather leash, which he was currently chewing.

I grimaced. My brother wasn't supposed to 'stroll' into a room, cave or not. It was kind of unnerving to see him, for lack of a better word, jovial.

"Great plan." Dwayne smirked from his chair. Now he was acting like David was supposed to be.

"Eh. Got me out of the cave."

David was starting to scare me.

"I'll go get Marko." Paul said, walking into the tunnels.

David shrugged and threw Thorn's leash onto the ground, nodding in the direction of the mouth of the cave. That was a pretty clear 'leave.'

Paul came back into the room, looking amused. Louie trotted in, tail up, head in the air. Even my cat was acting more like David than David was acting like David.

Marko looked around the side of the tunnel, only his eyes and forehead showing. He slowly inched the rest of the way out when he saw Thorn wasn't there. Must have been a pretty bad experience.

"I have an idea!" Paul sprang up from the couch, looking wildly excited.

"About?" Dwayne asked, previous conversation lost with the time. But how you forget a two-hour-one-topic discussion is beyond me.

"Continue, please." I said, almost pleadingly. I wanted to go home. I think I was starting to smell like Cave.

"Throw him into the sunlight. If he's half, he'll be fine. If he's full, he's gone and problem solved." Paul seemed really proud of himself.

"Hmm...that's a great plan." I commented sarcastically. "Except for the fact that it's night and it might kill my cat."

"Minor detail." Dwayne muttered. I glared at him, but stopped with I remembered how well he could glare.

"Do you have any other idea's?" David asked me.

"Well, no. But you don't either so you can't say anything."

"Then don't bitch about the one we've got! I say we go for it." David looked at the rest of them, waiting for them to vote.

"Yes." Dwayne said.

"Of course I say yes, it's my idea! And we're going to use it! ." Paul added, dancing in place.

"Si." Marko yelled, showing off his bilingual skills. So far they consisted of 'yes' in Spanish.

"And I say yes. Majority rules." David looked smug. Now I wished he still wasn't acting like himself.

"Good. That's just great! You do realize possibly killing a cat is considered as animal cruelty, don't you?" I was pissed. More pissed than when I discovered I had good aim when pissed.

"So is killing humans, but we keep on going, still not in jail I might add, and the public doesn't seem to deterred by the fact, do they?" Now I really wished David wasn't being David.

"Face it, the population cares about the animals. They always care about the animals." Seems I wasn't David's sister for nothing.

"Too bad for you then. They would only read about how the dead cat's story instead of yours." Yep, really wished David was being creepy again.

"Fine, but what if he's only half?"

"Then we're right back where we started." Paul spoke up.

"'S a great idea, guys." Marko slurred his words. He wasn't so hyper anymore. Can't say I wasn't silently thanking god for that.

"What's wrong with you?" Paul asked, looking at Marko uncertainly. Hell, the whole damn population looked at Marko weirdly. I think it was the whole mullet of curls thing. And the jacked. Definetly the jacket.

"Mmm, I think I'm drunk." Marko started to sway a little bit.

"Shit." Paul muttered, jumping forward to catch Marko as he fell to the floor like a bag of potato chips.

David was in a chair, oblivious to what was going on. I looked over at Dwayne, who was whistling softly and suddenly interested in his fingernails. I raised my eyebrows at him.

Dwayne looked at Marko like he had just realized he had fainted. "I wondered when the vodka would kick in." Dwayne smirked, and went back to his fingernails. Paul started to drag Marko into one of the tunnels, muttering about too much physical labor involved in being a vampire.

But think about it, you don't exactly become a dead blood-dependant being to have a great body. Although, it did seem to fit the image pretty well. Can you imagine what a really overweight vampire would look like? Or, have you ever seen one? I haven't, and I've seen a lot of strange stuff with my brother himself being a vampire, and living in Santa Carla in general, and don't forget my cat that was now a vampire as well. And on the subject of cat vampires, I don't think felines were meant for vampirism. The fang length clashes a bit too much.

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