Sorry it took so long, guys! But here is the second chapter along with a poem I wrote when I got bored. Lol. Hope you guys enjoy it :]

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the lost boys. :[ If I did, I certainly wouldn't be writing about them!

Oh, Sweet Santa Carla

Oh, Sweet Santa Carla,

How your city streets wilt,

How the skies weep,

and the people feel guilt.

Have they harmed you, my sister?

Walking death, I mean.

Murder capitol of the world?

Yes, I've heard.

Yes, I've seen.

They creep through the night, sister,

And feed on the weak,

the broken and battered,

the norm and the freak.

They'll catch up to you, sister.

They'll swoop in from above,

Leaving you feeble,alone,

And wishing for love.

Oh, sweet Santa Carla,

You'll never escape.

Eternity rots your people,

And fate's at your gates.

Oh, sweet Santa Carla,

How the skies weep.

There are demons among you.

The bodies lie in a heap.

Chapter Two

"Murder capitol of the world?" Five minutes off the train, and Mg was already hearing interesting stories. "Peachy." She pushed her over-sized bag up onto her shoulder and shuffled out into the shadows and down the street. She could see the boardwalk from here. The lights were bright, beautiful actually. She'd lived in a small town in the middle of no where most of her life, so the city might be a nice change.

As if on cue, she heard weeping, and when she looked in the direction it'd come from, she saw a tiny boy, hunched over, shivering. His hair was wet and red, matted to his face. Brown locks could be seen underneath all the red. He was pale, and his eyes were shut tight, hands clamped on either side of his head.

She went over and leant beside him. "Hey," she said gently, and when he didn't answer, she placed her hand over his as gently as she could. "You okay?" Stupid question. Of course, he wasn't okay. He was covered in blood.

He looked up, and it was with the movement that she caught a strong whiff of iron and salt. It was almost enough to gag her. "I've seen you," he said simply, his voice shaking only a little now. "It's your fault they're dead."

Her breath caught in her throat, but she tried to shake it off. "You're hurt," she said, ignoring what he'd said to her. Surely, he was delirious. "We need to get you to a hospital."

"No!" It came out as more of a shriek than anything else. "He'll come after me again! He killed all of them! I have to hide!" He was up and running faster than she would have expected, but she caught him all the same and pulled him back by the wrists harder than she'd meant to. He yanked madly at his arms, crying again. He beat his small fists against her chest until his face turned red and his body grew weak.

When he finally stopped fighting her, Mg loosened her grip. He'd said he'd seen her before. "Where have you seen me?"

He answered without hesitation now. Mg supposed he was too tired to care anymore. "By the cliffs."

"You're thinking of someone else," Mg said gently. "I've never been to Santa Carla before. My name's Mg. I just want to help you."

The boy looked up. "You've never been here?"

"Never."

Almost as suddenly as he'd tried to run away, he'd ripped his arm loose from her grip, lunged at her and bit down hard on her neck. Shock prevented her from reacting quickly, but she managed to place her hands against the child and shove him away. He stumbled back violently, and they both stood still, staring at each other for a long moment before he took off. She stared dumbly after him, but let him go this time.

Anger set in next. That awful little rodent had bitten her! Oh, the things she'd do if she saw that brat again. She couldn't believe she'd tried to help that kid! What a waste! She'd walked the remaining way to the boardwalk before anger had seeped away, and realization had hit.

That kid wasn't human. It was a rather dumb realization, she knew. She couldn't help but feel a bit idiotic Of course he wasn't human; anyone with half a brain would have realized that right away. The word vampire came to mind and she shuddered. But if demons were real, couldn't vampires be too. Murder capitol of the world. Another realization. Duh, Mg! But just that one little boy couldn't be the cause of that. Her brow furrowed, and she must have looked pretty stupid because rather than greeting her with a hug and a smile, the man who'd just seen her poked her lightly in the head.

"I always knew it was empty," he joked.

"Dad!" She flung her arms wide and threw them around his neck. She drew back quickly though, remembering why she'd come to Santa Carla in the first place. It was to get away from family so that they wouldn't be harmed in what was coming.

"Nothing's coming, Mg, dear." She looked up at him and smiled, aware of what had been bothering her but suddenly uncaring. Come to think of it, she wasn't so sure this man was familiar after all. In fact, she didn't know him at all. Not his name or anything about him. What on earth had compelled her to call him dad? Her face turned red in embarrassment.

"It's alright," he said soothingly and placed his arm around her shoulders, steering her towards a nearby shop. "My name is Max. You'll call me dad, or course."

Mg nodded dumbly, unable, though every fiber in her body screamed at her to flee from this man, to do anything but everything he said. "Why can't I refuse you?" Her voice came out even and calm. She couldn't even raise her voice to Max, and her stomach churned at the thought.

"Can any good daughter refuse her father's will?"

Yeah, because that was informative. "I have worries. Battles to fight. A child to find. I need to help him." She knew, without a doubt that this was the one the boy had been attacked by. It had to be.

He chuckled though and responded, "you' have nothing to worry about."

And she believed him.

Sorry it's short. I've been without internet, so writings been kinda hard to keep up with.