*Writers note: Hey guys! Thank you for your faves, follows, and reviews… and for being patient with me :). I know I said I was thinking about writing from David's point of view but I just went through a week and a half of HELL trying to do just that! I swear I've never procrastinated so much in my life! Since this is my first fan fiction I thought I might leave the switching of P.O.V's for a different story, I'm just not confident enough to try that yet... Please don't hate me *Dodges something sharp* LOL anyway here's chapter 4 hope you like it!*

Chapter 4: Good morning sunshine

I'm surrounded by darkness, unable to see even an inch in front of my nose. I can see a spot of light in the distance and start making my way towards it. The closer I got to the light the more afraid I became. Soon I could see a silhouette in the light, matching the figure of a woman. I stopped before I got any closer and she cocked her head.

"Where do you think you're going?" She asked me with a condescending tone. "You belong to me girl!"

I realized it was my mother and tried to get away. She reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer until we stood face to face. Her features were now distorted, her eyes black and soulless, her skin grey and cracked. I could hear the sound of a baby screaming in the distance… 'No don't be him… please don't be him'. She spoke with a daemonic voice.

"You killed him! Now I own you! You can never escape my mark!" and proceeded to laugh as I tried to get out of her grip. I was panicking now. Before I could think of anything to do I began to sink into the ground. She came with me. The shadows became thick and began to creep down my throat… I couldn't breathe… I was suffocating and all I could hear was the sound of that baby crying, getting louder and louder as the darkness began to seep into my eyes.

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I awoke from my dream in a cold sweat, my breath well and truly hitched in my throat. I involuntarily shivered from the nightmare. My body was so ridged it hurt and I realized I had been digging my nails into my clenched fists. Slowly I let go of my death grip and released the air now burning in my lungs. I don't really flinch or wake up thrashing from my nightmares anymore… I guess it's because it's become a regular occurrence or something. Now that I was calm and centred I realized I was lying on a couch… and my shirt was missing. "omg did they see my scars!?" In a panic I almost bolted upright but as I tensed my abdominal muscles to do just that a bolt of pain shot through my system, forcing me to stay completely still. My eyes clamped shut as I hissed quietly to myself before opening them again to look around.

First I looked down. Much to my relief my sports bra was still firmly attached to my chest. Below that however was a bandage wrapped around my ribs, tapped firmly in place to add support. My navy blue denim jeans were torn and bloodied but thankfully still where they belonged. My eyes drifted to the wall behind my feet, covered with graffiti… 'I'm in the hotel/cave!' It was then I noticed a pair of black steel capped boots resting next to my combat boots. Silently my eyes traced past the boots and up the biker leather pants, then a pair of black gloved hands gently clasped together, (still slowing looking up) followed by a black trench coat covering the torso of a man cascading over a… wheel chair? Then finally my eyes found the face of the man that I didn't realise was so freaken close to me. He was sound asleep.

I quickly looked around as best I could without moving anything other than my neck. Not a single body or a drop of blood from the Goth massacre could be found. All of the Halloween decorations were gone and had been replaced with starfish, seashells, c.d's and drapes with surprisingly soft colours… 'strange… but definitely an improvement.' Close to the couch was my backpack and what was left of my beloved axe. I internally groaned and felt myself roll me eyes. 'Now what am I gonna do? I guess it didn't survive the crash… RIP baby." I shook my head before returning my attention to 'sleeping beauty' in the wheel chair.

I paid close attention to his face. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. I almost said "awe" aloud but decided to keep that in my head. To my eyes he was quite handsome. The soft stubble adorning his jaw called out to me, tempting me to run my fingers through it and I could feel myself biting my lip in response to my girlish moment. My eyes moved up again and focused on his platinum blond mullet…

'PLATNUM BLONDE MULLET!? Houdini himself! Where the hell did you come from? Where were you during the massacre? What the hell is going on!?'

Very VERY slowly I lifted myself into a sitting position. My ribs screamed in protest but I didn't care, I needed to get up. An even slower and more painful act was to lift my legs, one at a time, away from 'Houdini's' feet, careful not to make a sound. Somehow I did it and was now sitting on the edge of the couch, the pain from my ribs slowly disappearing into the back of my mind. I always wondered if my ability to ignore pain was unnatural but I was always afraid to find the answer to that question so I never perused it. I spotted my skull T-shirt in a crumbled pile next to my bag and quickly slipped in on. It was completely torn up and barely in once piece… but it covered my scars and that's good enough. Now that I could have a closer look at Houdini I noticed that he was breathing incredibly slowly… as though he was a salamander hibernating inside ice or something.

I rose onto my feet and dared to inch closer. Normally with fit or healthy people you can spot their heartbeat by merely watching the base or the side of their neck, depending on how their head was positioned. Since 'Houdini's' head was tucked slightly to his left I focused on his neck. I could not see the tell-tale bump from his artery! Nothing… no movement at all! Perplexed and concerned that 'Houdini' was dead I wanted to check his pulse. Just as I was about to inch closer and reach for his neck my instincts kicked into overdrive, screaming at me to stop and oddly enough, to look at the pit of death. I was overcome with a sense of dread and danger as I walked towards the 'pit of death'. It was empty… so why did I feel so uneasy?... 'Where are the skeletons?'

As quick as my body permitted it I looked around the 'foyer' of the cave and saw there was no trace of them. Like the Goth's they had disappeared. Suddenly the temperature dropped and my goose bumps stood on alert as my brain replayed the events of the massacre. The Vampire that attacked the Mistress came into focus. The images slowed down before the henchman's liver skidding across the floor. Before my eyes tore away to look at the organ in front of me I saw that platinum blonde mullet quickly growing back as the features of the man in the wheel chair regenerated, covered in blood. I snapped out of my trance and felt my eyes widen as I realized I was now in the presence of a real life vampire. 'How in hell am I still alive?'

In perfect silence I ninja stepped back to the sleeping vampire. I twisted my head to the left and noticed it was still day time. What time I dunno, I lost my watch before I moved here. 'hmm… heavy sleeper… dangerous when you think about it.' I shook my head as a billion questions ran through it… then a very wicked thought came to mind. 'He's sound asleep and hasn't moved an inch… perfect'. I slowly made my way to my bag and opened it. The mini amp had been smashed to bits along with most of my pencils. My sketch book had a few dents in it but it was still in one piece. I pulled it out along with a good pencil, sat down carefully onto the couch, and proceeded to sketch the sleeping vampire. I know I should be afraid of him. I know I should be screaming and running for the hills like the Goth's did last night. But I'm not like other people and it's because of that fact that I'm still alive. I wanted to capture this moment so I could never forget it. I don't really know why and I don't really care.

After completing a rough sketch and was satisfied with the position and page spacing I decided it was time to leave. I looked to the entrance of the cave and noticed the light now had an orange tinge to it. Surmising it was now the afternoon, I quietly placed my sketchbook and pencil back into my bag. I secured it tightly onto my back and reached for what was left of my guitar. Upon realizing that it was simply in too many pieces to carry, I grudgingly decided to leave it where it was. I silently stalked my way back to the sleeping vampire. I leaned closer to his exposed ear and whispered a soft and barely audible "Thanks for not killing me." With a small smile on my lips I slowly and silently made my way to the dirty grey steps, completely oblivious to the pair of ice blue eyes now watching me leave.

And that's it for this chapter! So we've got a bit more of an idea about some of the baggage and strangeness of Elizabeth… and all will be revealed later. Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than the others but it sets the scene for chapter 5 and I promise that one is gonna be fun! And more lost boys! Much more lost boys! Please review or PM I LOVE your feedback, it totally inspires me to keep going and I will try to incorporate any of your ideas if it will work with the storyline :) otherwise it'll get saved for another story!

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