Author's Note: This story is heavily influenced by the music of 80's. Each chapter is named after an iconic 1980's classic that ties into the underlying theme of that instalment. To best enjoy the story experience please put on a pair of headphones and follow along to the song selection that is listed at the top of each chapter. Happy listening!

Main Story Theme Song: "Little Fighter" by White Lion

Chapter Two Theme Song: "True Colors" by Cindi Lauper

"Why am I always the one who gets scapegoated whenever something happens around here huh?"

"Scapegoat? Dwayne don't give me that. Not now."

"You're not sidestepping this one David. That kid takes off and automatically it's somehow my fault? What's the deal?"

"Deal? You want to know what the deal is? Tonight was your night to keep her in line and make sure that she fed so that we wouldn't have another repeat of what happened last week. But instead of doing what you were supposed to, you let her run off. I'm the one who's got to go after her and I'm the one who has to explain to Max why his new pet is being a right pain in the ass. That's the deal Dwayne. So deal with it."

"Oh don't go making yourself into a martyr David because it's not just about you. Somewhere out in the world there's a violin playing just for you and you know what? No one cares. You think that when Max gets pissed off you're the only one who has to put up with him? There are four of us in this pack David and I don't know if you realize this but when something happens it affects all of us"

"Don't get philosophical on my ass Dwayne. Just get it over with before sunrise or else you're going be the one that'll explain to Max why the little brat isn't being the perfect little demon spawn."

"Yo...what's goin' on?"

"Stay out of this Marko. It doesn't concern you."

"Since when does pack affairs not concern me?"

"Do you see what you started Dwayne?"

"Fuck off David."

"You fuck off."

"Hey! Why don't you both fuck off because you're acting like a bunch of assholes."

"Oh shut up Marko."

"Don't tell me to shut up David!"

The heated argument continued to escalate as David, Dwayne, and Marko went all-out in a heating bickering battle that was loud enough to send their voices echoing through the narrow channels and small side-caves that were scattered deep within the rocky cliff face of the vampire lair. Gritting her teeth, Sarah had to listen to three vampires snarl at each other as she tried working her hands free of the leather belt that bound them. Trying very hard not to make any noise she twisted her right arm to the side and yanked back as hard as she could. It hurt like hell but after a long moment of resistance her wrist finally slipped free. Sarah sat up and went for Paul's belt that was tied around her ankles. Thankfully it didn't take her long to work the knot from the studded leather.

"Ow."

Sarah rested her forehead against her knees as she gently massaged her throbbing ankles. What was she going to do now? There was no back way out of the caves because the only way out was through the main cavern which was currently occupied. It didn't take a genius to figure out that sunrise was not that far off so that left Sarah with very limited options. Limited as in none.

"What am I doing?" She asked herself as she hauled herself painfully to her feet. The small cavern that she was in had been designated as "her space" since the boys all slept hanging upside-down in the decrepit elevator shaft during the daylight hours. David had made it very clear that she was not allowed nor invited to set foot anywhere near their sleeping nook which actually suited her just fine. Sarah was satisfied with staying hidden in her little hole in the wall because the more she stayed there the less chance she had of getting in anyones way.

"God, I just want to go home." She sniffed as she tugged nervously at her hair ratty hair. Wiping hew nose on the sleeve of her jean jacket Sarah re-tied her hair back with a black scrunchie so that it would stay out of her face. She had no clue how she was going to get away from this place and she was running out of time.

"Girl you are never goin' home." Paul's voice startled her as he appeared leaning against the entryway, watching her with a guarded look that made Sarah automatically take a step back in order to put distance between herself and the tall metalhead.

"What do you want?" Her tone was cautious as she quickly looked around. She had to make sure that the others were not about to come popping out of the woodwork as they sometimes did.

Paul snorted as he shook his head in disgust when Sarah couldn't help retreating a few more steps. Some vampire she turned out to be. No backbone.

"What I want is for you to wake up and realize that you're not in Kansas anymore Dorothy. You're stuck in Oz with the rest of us. There is no way in hell that you'll ever go back to that two-story house with the white picket fence of yours. Do you really think you can just waltz back to whatever life you had and all this will just go away?" He asked her as he crossed his arms over his chest, his dark blue eyes never leaving her as he just stared at her, enjoying her growing uneasiness.

"Go away Paul." Sarah remained where she was. She forced herself to meet his gaze even though she didn't want to. That's how they got into her head.

"Make me."

Paul smirked as he took a step forward. Sarah tensed up at his slight approach.

"I won't ask you again Paul, leave. Please." Sarah pleaded as she crossed her arms tightly in front of her in order to make herself as small as possible.

Whatever game he was trying to play she wanted no part in it.

Paul rolled his eyes.

"Trust me kid I am the least of your worries." He snorted as Sarah narrowed her eyes slightly. Paul was clearly enjoying putting her on the spot and watching her squirm. It made him laugh.

"Don't laugh at me." Sarah muttered darkly as she scowled at him. Paul just laughed louder.

"Ah god kid, you'll never be one of us." He mused as he gave her a knowing look which wiped the brooding glare off that innocent face of hers.

"Like I'd ever want to be "one of you." I'd get a reality check before that ever happened." Sarah sniffed, trying to muster up an edge she wasn't feeling.

"Don't go getting your hopes up." Paul casually picked at a loose thread on the cuff of his tailed jacket. A nerve in Sarah's jaw twitched as she tried to think of a nasty comeback but when none came to mind she spat out the only thing she could think of.

"What happened to the others?"

"What others?" Paul's face went blank.

"The other ones like me. The girls." Sarah had to tilt her head so that she could meet his eyes as she waited for the answer to the question that had been bugging her for the past week.

"Before you? I don't know what you're talkin' about girl." Paul said before he turned and headed out of the cavern, a worried look on his face that Sarah couldn't see as he walked away.

"You are such a liar!" Sarah said loudly, making sure that Paul heard her. "What happened to Tiffany and Jennifer and Deborah and Laura and...Sabrina? Am I missing anyone? Oh yeah, and what about Victoria? What happened to her?"

Paul paused just as he was about to step out of the chamber. Even though he was that close, he couldn't walk out of the room. She knew...somehow the kid knew.

"How do you know about them?" He asked quietly as he glanced over his shoulder. Sarah looked down at her hands that were in her lap, debating whether or not to tell him.

"Their names are carved into the wall behind the bed. Found them by accident. So, what happened to them all? Did they suddenly decide to get up and walk out on you guys? We both know how impossible that is." She began to gnaw on her fingernails, not sure if she wanted to hear the truth but she was just too curious to turn back now. She had to know.

Paul sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment and sent David a mental nudge before he stepped away from the entrance and moved back into the cavern.

Down in the main cave David paused for a second as he frowned and glanced over at the narrow tunnel that led to the old hotel bedroom before a sarcastic remark from Marko drew him back into the argument.

"How much do you know?" Paul asked Sarah as he tried to stall for time. He really didn't want to be the one to tell her about Max's past "pets" and he hoped that David would be able to bail him out before she found out anything else. He knew he was lousy liar; he didn't have the silver tongue that David had which was why he was the one who almost always landed himself on Max's "Problem" list. And that's problem with a capital "P".

"Just their names...and that one of them liked Duran Duran." Sarah said as she motioned to the lyrics scrawled in black marker in a corner on the far wall.

"Yeah, that was Jen." Paul said as his eyed the girlish scribbles with an almost wistful look on his face. Out of them all he had actually liked Jennifer. That one had a lot of spunk and was almost as reckless as he was. Their taste in music ran parallel to each other and there were a few good conversations that were had.

"Oh." Sarah murmured before an awkward silence filled the space. "So...what happened?"

"What do you think?" Paul snapped as he shook off the memories and brought himself back into the present. Sarah winced as if he had actually struck her and that little reaction was enough to trigger a nerve in him. "Oh don't start cryin'."

Paul didn't have to explain it in words for Sarah to get it. His reaction was enough to let her know that the girls that used to occupy this little room were no long part of the living...or the undead for that matter.

"I'm not." Sarah choked as she bit down her tongue to stop herself from sniffling. "Why did he do it Paul? There were six of them. Six! Why?"

"Because he got bored of them? They pissed him off...they didn't do what he wanted them to. They weren't perfect. I don't know, pick one." Paul shot at her and in that moment he may have felt a twinge pity for Sarah as she crumbled in front of his eyes. Yet the moment he did a wave of self-disgust washed over him and buried any sympathy he had for the girl. He shouldn't care about her, she wasn't his problem. This wasn't his issue to deal with.

Where the heck was David?

"Do you think...will my name be on the wall?" Sarah asked in a small voice as she hugged her knees to her chest. She looked up at him with scared eyes and Paul's silence was what tipped her over the edge of her shaky self-control.

"Why didn't you stop him! Why didn't you guys help them? Any of them!" Sarah sobbed.

Paul steeled himself and said nothing as he stood there like some sort of unfeeling statue as Sarah's pleading questions dabbled off into tears.

What was he going to say? That he and the others had stood by and watched as Max dragged the girls one-by-one out of the cave kicking and screaming for help? That instead of protesting they all just turned a blind eye and tried to ignore it the best they could? That if they had tried to protect any of the girls in any way from Max they would have ended up sharing the same fate? That Max literally had them by the balls and they couldn't do a damn thing to stop him least they end up ripped to shreds because they had pushed him too far?

He couldn't tell her any of that so he said nothing.

"You...bastards. You didn't do anything? Did you? You did nothing? They were killed and you guys did nothing!" Sarah shrieked as she struggled to her feet, her hands shaking so badly that she could hardly get a firm grip on the bedpost beside her. Paul didn't respond. Instead he walked away because if he continued to stand there he might do something that he'd end up regretting big time.

"You son-of-a-bitch! You'll let him kill me and you won't do a damn thing! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"

Like most girls stuck in a terrifying situation that would most likely end in their ultimate demise at the hand of a dastardly undead tyrant, Sarah's actions were not all that surprising but still, Paul wasn't paying attention. He didn't see she coming. With an unearthly screech of pure loathing Sarah threw herself at Paul as he exited the cavern and his harsh cry of pain was what finally brought the others running.

"Whoa!" Marko yelped as he skidded sharply to a halt just as Dwayne ran right into him from behind. "Holy shit!"

Marko swore loudly as Paul was flung up against the rock wall with Sarah hanging onto his back with her teeth imbedded into his neck. There was blood everywhere.

"Get her off me!" Paul yelled as he tried to wrench the psychotic vampire off of him but Sarah viciously savaged his hand with her sharp nails as she went at him with tooth and claw, screaming profanity as she did so.

"God damn you all! YOU WON'T DO A DAMN THING!"

"Don't just stand there!" David shouted as he barrelled head-first into the fray, brushing past Dwayne and Marko as Paul tripped and landed on his face. Sarah went in for the killing strike and Paul had to block the attack with his arm. It hurt like hell when she bit him to the bone and shook her head like a dog, wrenching his arm from side-to-side. She had nothing left to lose and Paul was about to lose an arm if something didn't happen.

"Get her legs!" Dwayne growled to Marko as he stepped in after David. He and David coordinated their movements and struck at the same time from either side. Sarah screamed out something so foul at them both that he was slightly taken aback. When they couldn't wrench the girl off of Paul David grabbed her by the hair and yanked.

"Bastard!" Sarah hissed in David's face as she struck like lightning, clawing the left side of his face with her nails before he could stop her. David's eyes went from ice cold to deadly as threw her over his shoulder with some serious force. Dwayne and Marko leapt past him and launched themselves onto the girl before she could rise to her feet. Despite the adrenalin rush and the rage, between the two of them, Dwayne and Marko finally managed to subdue Sarah while David hastily dragged Paul out of the chamber.

"Enough is enough." David growled under his breath as he carefully laid Paul on the wrecked four-poster bed that was shoved into a corner of the main cave. Paul snarled in pain as David ripped his jacket off in order to see what kind of damage Sarah had done. There was a lot of blood from numerous bites and deep scratches but Paul's wounds looked a lot worse than they really were. He'd be fine in a day or so.

"Damn that chick's psycho." Paul growled as David lifted his injured arm and peered closely at the circular gash near his elbow. With expert fingers David dug out half a fang that was embedded in Paul's arm. Both of them stared at it for a few seconds. David's face darkened as he flung the tooth away. Paul's eyes went wide when David reached down and snapped off a jagged piece of the busted wooden bed frame.

"Wait David..." Paul said as he struggled to sit up and quickly made a grab for David with his good arm, grabbing the edge of the vampire leader's trench coat as David turned to head back to the cavern. David must be crazy to even think of doing what Paul was thinking. Max would skin him alive.

"She knows man, she knows." Paul and David looked at one another for a moment and when David turned away from Paul once more, he dropped the make-shift stake. Paul let out an exhausted sigh as he flopped back onto the dusty bed while David stalked into the corridor, vanishing into the shadows.