A/N: Hello…I see that you guys like this story a lot! The enthusiasm you have for this story has kept me working on it and has kept me happy. Now if only I could find a nice picture of the Boys without Star, Michael, Sam, and the Frog Brothers to make me even happier. (I HATE the Frog Brothers, Star, Michael, and Sam because they betrayed/killed the Lost Boys. That is simply unacceptable!) I found the Lost Boys DVD that my parents hid, but haven't had time to watch it…and even if I did watch it, I'd stop it before the Frog Brothers killed Marko so that the Lost Boys would be alive, silly idea I know, but I am a strange person…
Anyway, on with the story!
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David was standing by the bikes; smoking a cigarette and watching the crowd slowly dwindle to nothing as the boardwalk closed for the night. Dwayne was standing next to him with Laddie, who was playing that damn videogame with its annoying beeps and sounds. It was all he could do not to rip the game out of the boy's hands and break it. He loved the kid, but he was sure pushing it.
Paul's wild laughter could be heard in the night, sounding like a hyena and disturbing the peace. David turned to watch Paul approach, his arm hooked through Faith's with Marko's arm hooked around her other arm. A broad smile was on the redhead's face as she listened to the song that Marko and Paul were making up as they went. He noticed that the smile faded when she turned her grey eyes on him, a sad light coming to them. The boys seemed to notice it and their laughter died out.
"You like your new shoes?" David asked around his cigarette.
"They're shoes. They cover my feet. There's nothing to like or dislike about them," she replied in a cold, flat voice.
Paul and Marko looked between their leader and the human girl. A heavy silence fell upon them as David held Faith's gaze.
"All right you two," Paul said, finally breaking the silence. "I think it's time for you to put your differences aside, kiss and make up."
David smirked and blew out a stream of smoke, still hoping to see the color rise in her face. She, however, scowled and waved the smoke out of her face.
"I'm not kissing him!" she snarled with the same frosty bite in her voice that he'd used when she asked him if he had feelings for her.
"Are you chicken?" David asked, teasing her.
Faith's expression darkened and she walked straight up to him, not caring that he was at least six inches taller than her. He pulled his cigarette from his mouth and cocked an eyebrow at her when he noticed that she was staring at his lips. Then she did something that took him by surprise…
She pulled her left arm back and punched him in the face, knocking him from his bike. David was dazed for a moment and could hear the boys saying things like 'oh shit!' and 'oh my God she didn't!' and laughing. David's blue eyes narrowed and he looked up at her, intent on giving her a good cussing out, but something stopped him.
Are those tears? David wondered, seeing her grey eyes swimming with extra moisture. He noticed her body shaking, but he wasn't sure if it was from anger, pain, sadness, or a combination. He sat up slowly, wincing as he touched his face.
"Faith…" he began softly.
"No." She looked at Dwayne instead of him. "Dwayne, please take me back to the motel."
Dwayne didn't even hesitate a moment to see if it was all right with David for him to take her. The dark vampire wrapped an arm around her and escorted her over to his bike, silent. David didn't move until Dwayne had taken off down the road in the direction of the town, taking Faith with him.
Dwayne. She'd chosen Dwayne. Not him. She had fun with Paul and Marko, laughed with them like they'd been friends for years instead of a few days. She confided in Dwayne, cried in his arms…Not David's.
"Man David, you must have done something really bad," Paul said, offering the leader a hand up. "She was pissed!"
"What did you do, Davie?" Marko asked, biting his thumb nail again. "Did you break her heart?"
David took hold of Paul's hand and hoisted himself to his feet. "No…I just told her that I don't have…" He trailed off, knowing that he'd said too much already.
Paul whistled and shook his head. "You screwed up, man…You'll be lucky if she comes back to the boardwalk."
Marko looked out in distance. "You should have told her the truth Davie…"
David didn't want to admit that Marko was right, so he didn't. Instead he climbed back on his bike and started the engine. "C'mon, we've got some Surfer Nazis to visit…"
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Faith held onto Dwayne and buried her face in between his shoulder blades as he drove her back to the motel, trying to convince her body to stop shaking. To make the tears stop coming. She lost both wars before they'd even begun and the tears kept spilling from her eyes, dropping onto Dwayne's jacket.
When they made it to the motel, Dwayne climbed off first and turned to face her. Faith looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks in rivers. She saw pity and understanding in his eyes and had to look away, wiping bitterly at the tears.
"You must think I'm silly," she muttered, swinging her leg over the side of the motorcycle so she was seated sidesaddle. "Crying over something stupid…a stupid fantasy that I don't understand or want…I don't know why I let myself become deluded into thinking that he…" She shook her head and looked down at her bloodied knuckles. "It was just a dare…but it felt so…"
"Natural?" Dwayne offered, watching her.
She nodded, flexing her hands. She could still feel the impact of David's skin against her knuckles. Dwayne gently tilted her face up so that she was looking at him. His thumb was cold, but soft as he brushed away a stray tear.
"It's not stupid," he said quietly. "David is an ass and likes messing around with people's minds…Especially women." He sighed. "David will never admit this, but he finds you more interesting than any of the girls he's been with in a very long time. Maybe his first time ever...but like I said, he'll never admit it."
"Well, I don't want to play his game anymore," Faith mumbled. "I came here to have fun, not to have my heart messed with by an asshole. I want him to leave me alone."
"Yeah, good luck with that," Dwayne said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "David…he's persistent when he's found someone that interests him." He hesitated, taking a small breath. "Are you going to break up with the Emo whore you came with?"
Faith nodded and brushed her hair back away from her face. "I'm going to soon…After all the shit I've been through tonight, I need to do at least something that'll bring me some peace." She cocked an eyebrow and folded her arms over her chest. "Why? Do you have someone lined up to date me like my girl friends do?"
"No…I'm not a matchmaker. Too much stress and broken hearts…I'm not good around crying women…"
Faith smiled at him. "You do a pretty good job around me…but I'll try to keep your jacket dry from now on."
Dwayne smiled and then it was gone. "Who did your friends have lined up for your Summer Love?"
The redhead shrugged, suddenly feeling like he was interrogating her for David. "Some nice surfer guy…but that's probably changed by now. They can't make up their minds about who they want me to have relationship with. Just not with Brett…"
Faith looked up at the motel and saw that the front window to her room was lit up with a light on the inside. She sighed and slid off the bike, fixing her daisy duke shorts. "I should go now," she muttered, glancing at Dwayne. "They're probably waiting to pounce on me with questions."
Like he did the night before, Dwayne followed her across the parking lot and up the stairs. Just as Faith neared the end of the "balcony", the door to Brett's room burst open and the Emo teenager stumbled out. Faith could smell the alcohol wafting off of him and gagged, taking a step back into Dwayne. Brett steadied himself against the railing and turned, looking at her with glassy eyes. A slow, drunken smile spread across his lips.
"Hey baby…" he slurred, crooking a finger in her direction. "Come give me a big ole' kiss…"
"No Brett...especially not when your drunk," Faith said, pulling her keys out of her pocket.
"I'm not drunk…I can hold my alcohol," Brett muttered, pushing himself away from the railing. "Babe…babe, come to my bed…It'll be special…just like you wanted." He burped and staggered back a step. "Babe…"
Faith's face wrinkled up in disgust. "I'm not sleeping with you…you're gross and you are drunk!"
"I ain't drunk!" Brett insisted, taking a step towards her.
Dwayne moved to stand slightly in front of her, putting himself between the couple. Brett blinked and drew himself up to his five foot eight height, looking at the Lost Boy in confusion.
"Who the hell are you?" he demanded, growing angry.
"He's a friend," Faith said, putting her hand on Dwayne's arm.
Brett stared at them for a moment before his face darkened in expression. "You trying to steal my girl, asshole?" he demanded, taking a wobbly step towards the Lost Boy.
"You don't treat her well," Dwayne stated simply.
"I treat her like she deserves to be treated…"Brett motioned for Faith to come to him. "She's my girl…"
"No, I'm not." Faith stated firmly.
"What was that?"
"I'm breaking up with your drunk ass," Faith announced, holding her head high. "Now move out of the way. I want to get to my room."
"I'm not moving 'til you fuck me…" Brett growled, swaggering towards her. "I'll pop your cherry good…"
Dwayne moved so that he was completely blocking Faith from Brett's view. The Lost Boy grabbed the Emo by the throat and forced him to stand off to the side.
"You won't touch her," Dwayne snarled, slamming the Emo back against his room's door. His face softened as he looked over his shoulder at Faith. "I'll see you later."
"Thanks Dwayne," she said, squeezing his arm gently and sliding past.
The girls yanked the door open before she could even get her key anywhere the lock, spilling light out onto the landing. Pru stuck her head out and watched Dwayne slam Brett against the door again. She smiled, waved at Dwayne, and pulled Faith inside, closing the door and locking it behind her.
"You look like hell," Nyx said, looking up from painting her nails with another coat of black nail enamel.
"Gee, it's good to see you too, Nyx," Faith muttered, pulling her bloodstained shirt off.
"I know it is." Nyx gestured at the shirt in Faith's hands. "That your blood?"
"No…I don't think it is."
"Did you get in a fight?" Giselle asked, staring out the front window.
"Yeah."
"Did David save you?" Giselle sounded hopeful.
"Kinda…but I don't want to talk about him," Faith said, causing Nyx to roll her eyes.
"Bored now," Nyx muttered, returning to her nails.
Pru lifted up Faith's hand and made a tsking sound when she caught sight of the bloodied knuckles. "You're supposed to let the boys fight over you," she chided, pulling Faith over to her side of the bed. "Not you fight the boys…Haven't I taught you anything?"
Faith smiled. "Nothing useful," she teased.
"Humph!" Pru forced Faith to sit down and started digging in her suitcase, pulling out a small first aid kit. "I'd ask Brett for some alcohol to clean your wounds, but he'd probably drink it all." She paused and the girls heard a pounding on their room's door. "Correction: he did drink it all. But lucky for you, I've come prepared."
Faith sat there quietly as Pru cleaned the wounds on her hand, listening to the pounding on their door. Giselle twitched the curtain into place and sat down next to Faith, chewing on her bottom lip.
"So…you broke up with Brett…" Giselle began after a moment. "And he's pissed…"
"Yeah…" Faith glanced at her blonde friend.
"So…Are you going to get together with Terri or…" She giggled and nudged Faith with her shoulder.
"Or who?" Faith asked, wincing as Pru dabbed on antibiotic cream.
"David the biker sex god," Nyx answered, capping her nail polish.
Faith felt a flash of annoyance. "I don't think that asshole would want to date me after what I did to him."
Giselle looked worried. "What did you do? Did you kick him in the balls?"
"No, Gis…though that would have been more satisfying." Faith pulled her hand back onto her lap when Pru was done with it.
"Did you try to suck his -" Nyx began.
"No Nyx!" Faith snapped, cutting across the Goth. "I punched him in the face and knocked him off his bike, right in front of his boys…"
"That's not how you get a man to fall in love with you," Pru commented, slipping her first aid kit back into her suitcase.
"David is incapable of falling in love with anyone but himself," Faith said, the words tasting bitter as she said them. Pru opened her mouth to say something, but Faith held up her hand to silence her. "I don't want to talk about him anymore…I just want to go to bed and sleep in peace."
"But -" Giselle began.
"No!" Faith snapped, grabbing the nightclothes that she'd left on the bed and heading for the bathroom. "Just leave me the hell alone…"
The instant the door to the bathroom closed behind her, Faith sagged against it and swiped away her tears as a few of them fell. No, Faith! Don't do this again…You're stronger than this. Think about what you've overcome.
Faith touched her stomach, feeling the thin, upraised white lines that crossed over it. They were reminders of that night so long ago that clued her into the things that go bump in the night.
"I'm not scared anymore," she whispered, letting her hand drop back to her side. "I am a strong, educated woman and I'm not going to let some biker sex god make me feel like shit."
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David walked with his boys minus Dwayne and Laddie towards a bonfire where the Surfer Nazis who had attacked Faith, Paul, and Marko were partying. He saw the looks on their drunken, beat up faces as they realized who had come to crash their party.
"Come for round two?" the one who seemed to be the leader asked. He staggered to his feet. "I ain't scared of you."
"Ooh…wrong answer," David said, letting the demon in him show as his face transformed.
The Surfer Nazis yelled in fear and tried to run away. David grabbed hold of the one who had tried to beat up Faith and brought his face close to his.
"You shouldn't have messed with her!" David snarled before plunging his fangs into the man's throat.
After a feeding frenzy that lasted about ten minutes with the casualty rate numbering twelve, David wiped the blood from his lips and threw the body in the fire. He touched his face where Faith had punched him, finding it no longer sore. Glancing at Paul and Marko, David saw no indication that they'd been in a fight that night.
Ah…the power of vampirism.
Dwayne was waiting by the bikes with Laddie when the leader got there. David knew that the dark vampire had found himself a quick bite to eat without even asking. There was a flush of color in his face that vampires got when they fed. David looked away from his brother and climbed onto his motorcycle.
"Faith dumped her boyfriend," Dwayne announced, leaning against his bike. "But I doubt he'll remember that in the morning. He was wasted, big time."
David smirked. "That's good."
"Yeah, it is good if you're a man who fesses up to his love," Dwayne said, watching David. "Faith's friends are setting her up with some guy…"
David thought of the Surfer Nazi who Faith had been talking with, flirting with at the beginning of the night, and scowled. He envisioned the bloody mess he'd love to make of that bastard.
"She'll come to her senses when she realizes he's only in it to get her into bed," David muttered, looking out at the ocean.
"And you don't?" Dwayne shook his head and watched the other two boys start climbing the dune. "Faith doesn't want to be part of your game anymore David…but she likes you more than she's willing to admit. And you, you're so stubborn and won't admit that you love her."
"That's because I don't," David lied. "I stopped loving people when Adalyn was killed…"
Dwayne looked at him, doubtful. "She's Adalyn, David…she came back, giving you a second chance…"
David shook his head. "She is not Adalyn and I didn't think you believed in reincarnation, Dwayne."
Dwayne ignored him and folded his arms over his chest. "You can't hide behind the lies anymore David…You just don't want to let her into your heart because you're afraid that you'll lose her, that you'll kill her like you did to Adalyn."
"Shut up!" David snarled, glaring at his brother.
"She was your first kill, wasn't she?" Dwayne asked.
"Fuck it!" David started the engine of his motorcycle and tore off across the beach, trying to outrun the memories that were coming to the surface. All the pain, the sorrow, the love…
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A/N: I love cliffhangers, don't you? As you can see my favorite way to end anything is to put (…) and I don't remember when I started doing that. It's in all of my stories and I can't seem to stop it. Ha! I made Faith break up with Brett like ya'll wanted, but he was drunk so he may not remember it in the morning…and I've got my plans for him in the future of the story. Now about Terri, is he a nice guy or a wolf in sheep's clothing? Hmm…that is something I haven't really thought about yet, but I know you guys don't want Faith to end up with Terri. Why don't you guys like Terri? Oh right, he's not David…
There is definitely a mental argument going on in the safety of Faith and David's heads. Each of them is too stubborn to admit that they have feelings for each other and that's going to keep happening until one of them snaps and breaks…but which one will do it first? And what's with the scars across Faith's stomach? Stick around, REVIEW, and find out when this author decides to answer these questions, brings more to the light, and messes with the hearts of the characters…not to mention your mind. Thanks! ~Scarlet