Author's Note: Bunch of original characters here. You don't have to memorize them all, they don't come back much, or at least it isn't on my plan right now but I barely have any idea where this story is going after a few more chapters, but don't worry, duckies, that's just the way I work. Also, if just one person could review, that would be great, because right now no one has and I don't know if anyone is reading these things and I must say, it's discouraging. So if one of you (if there are even two, or one, actually) could just write a little something that would be great. Just so I know that someone's actually reading here.

Also, the plot's moving the fuck out of SF and back into Santa Carla, familiar territory for us all.

Chapter 3

Evelyn woke up in her hotel bed, fully dressed in the same outfit she'd worn last night. She remembered the museum, then David, then kissing, and then things got hazy. She remembered taking out her flask so she must have drank more than she thought. Next she sort of remembered walking to her hotel bed, but not coming into the room. She remembered crawling inside the safety of the covers just wanting to sleep.

What had she done? She needed to call David. She sat up. Her neck was sore. She rubbed it but didn't feel anything. She looked in the mirror but didn't see anything, not even a hickey. She looked at the time. It was 8:37, and judging by the light coming under the curtains, it was AM. Evelyn does not get up at 8:37, and judging by what she had seen of David, he didn't either, and if he did, it was for a job. She decided sleep was more important than calling David.

She pulled of her dress and shoes, and put on a pair of cotton Halloween pajama pants from Old Navy with a bunch of white eyes printed on it on a black background and a random big T-shirt with some random, stupid saying on it like i The flying hamster of doom rains coconuts on your pitiful city /i or i Comfort the disturbed, u disturb /u the comfortable /i or something useless like that. She took her make-up off, glad that her face-sucking session with David had removed her lipstick for her, or else it would have gotten all over the pillowcase and Evelyn didn't like sleeping on pillowcases that looked like battlegrounds. Then, she slept. Hell, this was vacation, time to resume her natural sleeping schedule.

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Last night, David had made a quick decision. He decided to use his mind-powers, limited they might be, to mind wipe her. The vodka made it easy, and it was just a quick few minutes he took out. Everything during and after he bit her was blurred out. He found her hotel key-card and took her to her room, where she herself, with a little psychically induced grogginess, went right for her bed, as he had hoped she would. She was a sleepy child. Then, he took his number out of her phone. He was so out of there.

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5:14. The digital clock on the end table showed the acid green numbers on its face, spilling the only light out into the room. Evelyn had a rule about not sleeping after six in the evening. Hey, even creepy-kids have to have standards. She got up and went to the bathroom. After she flushed the toilet the door to the connecting room opened. "The vampire arises," said Christy, smiling her own evil smile.

"Yeah, and it's a bitch. My head hurts," said Evelyn.

"Your head always hurts," said Christy, "and so does mine. I never go anywhere without Advil."

"Neither do I, but you know that." Evelyn and Christy were soul sisters, they were like the same person doubled, except for they looked different. Christy was shorter and wider, but she didn't have any fat on her, and she had a perfect hourglass figure, it was just wider than Evelyn's. "This time it's worse. It's like I'm hung over."

"You're flask isn't very much emptier than it was yesterday," said Christy, shaking the flask and listening.

"Really? Weird. Maybe David had some on him. Wait, that's not mine that's yours. No Jesus," said Evelyn.

"Who the hell is David!" yelled Dylan from the other room. Evelyn journeyed in, seeing her friends all in there. The lamps were on, but the blinds were shut, just as Evelyn would have done it.

Evelyn sat down. "No one," she said, wanting to hear their questions, let it out slowly.

"Oh… sounds like a sexy no one," said Janet in a weird voice, giggling.

"Yes, a sexy no one, indeed," said Evelyn.

Christy knew exactly where this was going. "So, what happened?" she asked, and Evelyn knew she meant i So, kissing or sex? /i

"Face-sucking on a bus stop bench," said Evelyn, "and it was gooooood."

"Who's sucking face?" asked Daniel.

"Me," said Evelyn.

"With who?" asked Daniel.

"No—" started Evelyn.

"Some guy named David," said Jessie. Evelyn was gonna turn them in circles again, god damn her personal life tendencies.

"So who's David?" asked Dylan.

"A guy," answered Evelyn.

"Fuck this, do we get to meet him or what? Where's this going? Are you gonna see him again before we leave?" asked Christy.

"Ooh, is little Evey gonna get any?" asked Janet.

"Yes, the burning questions of everybody. I hope you get to meet him," she paused, wondering whether to just say it or not, "I really like him. And, yeah, Janet, hopefully. Have you guys eaten?" Evelyn asked.

"Yeah, but we've just been snacking. We were waiting for you," answered Dylan.

Everyone decided to go to IHOP.

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Meanwhile, The Lost Boys, were sleeping, but the preparations had already been made for their journey back to Santa Carla.