Author's Note:

Long time no see, huh?

Thankfully, this weekend I have been in a huge writing spree, most of which was focused on this chapter. And I think it has turned out well, though tomorrow afternoon I'll go over it again and correct some things and begin on the next chapter after this.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this new installment and will review/message me to tell me what you guys think!

-Twi

Disclaimer: None of the characters from Lost Boys are mine and never will be. Though Chance, Abbey, and Mme. Remmie will always be mine because they are my creations.

(Cathmor is pronounced: Cat-hmor)

Abbey:

"Yes, I do actually," I retorted bitterly, turning away from him slightly.

"Well, too bad," He replied, digging into the pocket of his jacket, " 'Cause I'm not leaving."

"Whatever," I spat as I shifted my left knee over my right and placed my laced fingers on top.

He ignored me and continued to dig around in his pocket, making some kind of plastic crinkle. And it continued like this for about ten minutes, when I had had enough and shot my hand out to grab his arm to make the noise stop. Before I could blink he clamped down on my wrist with one hand and then knotted my hair in his other hand.

"Let me go," I hissed, clawing at the hand in my hair.

"No," David said, grinning.

"Let me go!" I shouted, kicking at his knees.

"Stop that!" He tightened his grip on my hand to the point that it was starting to hurt.

"Let me go then, you jackass!"

"Fine!" He snarled, letting go off my wrist and practically throwing me into the middle of the cave.

A roar erupted from Chance, who was right in front of David in a millisecond.

"What did you do to her?" Chance growled, inches away from David's face and staring into his frozen blue eyes.

"Nothing," David snapped, "She's the one who started things."

"Bullshit!" I shouted as I climbed to my feet, "You're the one who wouldn't leave me alone!"

David whipped his head towards me, giving me the iciest glare I have ever seen.

"You need to be quiet," Marko whispered in my ear, taking my elbow gently and pulling me back towards Paul and Dwayne.

"But he's lying!"

"I know, but he's not exactly in a good mood right now, if you can tell. And when he's in one of these moods, he'll react on his first violent impulse."

"Then why did he not kill me?" I asked quietly, watching Chance and David stare each other down.

"I don't know."

Hmm, weird, I thought to myself, waiting for one of the vampires to strike at the others. It was bound to happen eventually: You could see the fury practically surrounding every inch of his body, and David sat as still as a statue, his eyes dancing from the thrill of the danger and from anger.

"Touch her like that again, or throw her like that again, and I'll kill you. Got me?" Chance threatened between bared teeth.

"I get you, though I doubt you'll kill me." David answered arrogantly, smiling rudely.

I shuddered and wrapped my arms around my middle, trying to ward off the memories. You don't have a clue what you're up against. Poor bastard.

David shot me a glance before focusing back on Chance, who still looked absolutely furious.

"Come on, Chance," I whispered, walking over to the two and grabbing onto his elbow to lead him away. He attempted to shrug me off, but I wrapped both hands and tugged hard enough that he lost his balance. "Come on, Chance."

"Abbey," Chance warned.

"Just come on. I'll help you find a job tonight." I dragged him to the edge of the stairs and started the journey up the ancient, rickety staircase that seemed to go on forever.

"What in the hell is wrong with you today?" I asked Chance as I inspected the next step for any weakness.

"Nothing," Chance answered tersely, crossing his arms.

"Then let's move on," I said, turning around to stare him in the eyes. "That whole thing back there was ridiculous."

"It was," Chance agreed, "He shouldn't have touched you. Much less thrown you."

"That wasn't what I was talking about."

Chance stepped around me to the next step and started to continue up the staircase.

"Then what were you talking about then?" Chance asked, jumping past two steps that had huge holes in them.

"The whole freaking-out-and-almost-killing-David thing."

He went to object, but I cut him off, "I know you wanted to kill him. I could see it in your eyes."

"Yes, but it that wasn't ridiculous. He said he wouldn't hurt you, but he went back on his word and did."

"I didn't get hurt," I objected, "I was just really, really pissed off."

"But -,"

"No buts," I snapped, pushing past him, and promptly stepping into one of the huge gaping holes.

"Ouch!" I shouted, glaring down at the ankle that was surrounded by the jagged teeth of the broken-down step.

"Are you all right, Abbey?" Chance asked worriedly, leaning down some to inspect.

"Just dandy," I replied sarcastically, shifting my ankle to see if I could manage to pull it out on my own. "It's stuck."

"Here, let me help," Chance offered, pushing me to the side slightly before taking his foot and slamming it down hard enough to break off the rest of the step.

I thanked him and rolled my newly freed ankle to make sure everything was in it's place and not broken.

"Do you think you'll be ok?" Chance asked, still concentrated on my foot.

"I'll be fine." I went to take another step, but Chance grabbed my arm and yanked me into his arms.

"Put me down!" I objected, struggling to get out of his arms.

"Abbey, you've been thrown by a pissed off vampire and you've gotten your foot stuck in a step. At least let me fly up to the opening of the cave. That way we can get to the top before daylight and I know you won't seriously hurt yourself."

"Fine," I grumbled, letting my body go limp.

He chuckled, and before I knew it there was air running through my feathery hair. Then, we were at the top of the stairs. After waiting a couple seconds to make sure my equilibrium had returned to normal, Chance let me down and I ran my hands through my hair to fix it and adjusted my clothes so they were where they were before.

"Thank you for flying Air Chance," Chance said into his imaginary walkie-talkie, "We hope you had a good flight and will fly with us again."

And before we knew it, we were laughing so hard we had to use the walls of the cave to support ourselves. Afterwards we slid to the ground and looked at the clearing in front of us, knowing that whatever was bothering us had gone away for a little while.

"So, how are we going to get to the boardwalk?" I asked Chance, eyeing the Boys' bikes.

"Well, we aren't going to steal their bikes for starters," Chance answered, scanning the clearing with a critical eye, "Maybe hitchhike?"

"Or you could ride with us again."

The intruding voice caused Chance to jump up and in front of me. I peered around his legs and glared at David, who just smirked at us.

"We're going to go to the boardwalk to find some food anyways. So why not ride with us?" David continued, ignoring the annoyance that radiated from every pore of Chance's body.

"What do you think, Chance?" I asked, bracing myself against the cave as I pushed myself up. "It would definitely solve our problem."

"…Fine," Chance answered cautious, watching all of the boys. "Abbey rides with the same guy as last night."

"Then you get to ride with me," David replied, turning around and walking towards his bike.

Chance gave me a look and watched as I strolled over to Marko, who gave me a friendly smile, and climbed on after him. Then he strode over to David and climbed on.

"Let's ride boys!" David shouted, revving his engine and pulling out of the clearing at an unusually fast speed.

Thank god Chance's a vampire, I thought to myself as Marko brought up the rear, If he was a human, that whiplash would've killed him.

Chance:

"Thanks for the ride," I muttered to David as soon as I had climbed off. David nodded his head and turned to his boys who had gathered around him the moment they had parked their bikes.

"We'll meet you here around 3-ish, so that gives you about five hours to search." David stated. "If you aren't here, we'll leave you behind and you'll be on your own."

"Ok."

David nodded again and started to stroll across the street with his boys following close on his heels. They looked like a floating, black cloud of evil and darkness.

The closer we get to leaving this town, the better, I thought, curling my fingers into a fist for just a second.

"Come on, I want you to meet my boss," Abbey said, smiling and taking my hand to pull me across the street.

"Who is…" I trailed off; curious as to whom this boss was.

"She's Madame Remmie," Abbey started, pushing and sliding past the hundreds of people in her way, "She's owns a small bookshop down in the middle of the boardwalk and does walk-in palm readings and future-tellings."

"Oh, one of those," I replied, remembering many of the so-called "psychics"I had met in my life.

"No, I think this time she's the real deal. After talking with her for about a second or two she knew my real name, where I'm from, originally, and that I was hired."

"Anyone could know that about you within a second or two," I teased lightly, laughing she turned and glared at me in aggravation.

"Well, aren't you just too damn funny," She shot back, returning to her task of pushing past the multitudes of people.

I chuckled again, but then caught the whiff of a familiar scent that caused my head to become dizzy and memories to seep back to the front of my brain.

"How far away from our destination?" I asked, scanning the thousands of sweaty, red-cheeked faces around us.

"It's right there," Abbey answered, pointing to a quaint little store-apartment that was only five feet away.

"All right, run," I ordered, taking her elbow and sprinting for the store.

"What's wrong Chance?" Abbey asked nervously, trying to look around as I kept trying to run.

"Later Abbey," I told her, pushing the door open and throwing her inside before shutting the door as fast as I could.

"Who is it?" An elderly voice called out from above. Then we heard slow, small thumps as the old woman started a descent down the stairs.

"It's me, Madame," Abbey called, taking her shoes off and placing them at the door.

"Oh! It's you Dearie! Come help this old body, would you? And do you mind telling me what you're doing here? I thought we had agreed that you would start working tomorrow afternoon."

Abbey signaled at me to take my shoes off and to sit in one of the chairs as she ran towards the stairs to go help the elderly woman.

I sighed, trying to get the scent out of my mind, and slipped out of my shoes before leaving them at the front door next to Abbey's. Then I walked into the living room and looked at the mix-matched gathering of living room furniture that was in the middle of the room in a giant square. There was an ottoman with a very lively, if faded, floral prints mixed with a sofa that was a beige plaid. There was strictly dark leather wingback that looked like it was ancient, but was doing well in its old age. And then there was a giant, pea green sofa that would seat—or had seated—seven people at one time: The pillows were almost flattened into nothing, there were stains that climbed up one side of the sofa and then slid down onto the other side, you could see where the previous owner had attempted to stitch it back together with some thread that was lying about, whether it was the right color or not.

But none of them, except the wingback, fit the dark wood cabinets that seemed to hold tens upon thousands of books. The cabinets ran from one side of the room to the other and ran up to the ceiling, which probably wasn't a lot-number wise—but it sure as hell was impressive anyways.

"Thank Dearie," the woman said, settling herself onto the beige sofa and pressing a cup of a hot liquid to her lips. "Why don't you sit down, Sir? These seats are probably a lot more comfortable than standing up."

I looked over my choices before sitting in the leather chair. Abbey sat on the beige sofa with Madame Remmie, placing the slightly steaming teapot onto the ottoman.

"So, tell me, Mr. Chance," the woman said, placing her cup on her lap, "Or Mr. Cathmor, if you prefer—"

I jumped slightly and stared at the woman for a couple seconds. How did she know that? The only person I had told my actual name to was several hundred years ago.

"Cathmor?" Abbey cut in, giving me a weird look, "What does Cathmor mean?"

"It's Irish for 'great fighter'," I replied almost blankly, staring intently at the wrinkly old woman who just stared back, only she seemed to be evaluating me from the inside out, as if I was participating in a test.

Her hair fell down her shoulders in long, silver waves. Her eyes were a calm blue, like the ocean. She wore a very loose, white poets shirt, a simple black vest that had two pockets on the front—one of which had a gold watch chain hanging out the front—and an ankle-length skirt that mainly consisted of a myriad patches of various fabrics and patterns.

"Who are you?" I asked after a while, leaning back in my chair.

"I'm Madame Remmie," She replied, leaning forward with her small hand out. As I reached forwards and shook it she continued. "I'm a psychic. But since that isn't a very well paying job here, I also sell books and then sometimes I sell rare items, whenever I get them. But the real question is, what are you?"

I glanced at Abbey, who nodded at me to continue, but I kept my mouth shut. I still wasn't sure whether I could trust this woman.

Abbey, taking the initiative, leaned over to the woman and whispered in her ear. Shock and fear dominated and her cup fell off her lap and shattered as she jumped up and sprinted to the other side of the room.

"Are… Are you like those…boys?" She whispered, staring at Abigail and I as if we were mutants.

"No," I answered just as quietly, "And I never will be, if I can help it."

After several minutes of her trying to decide whether or not I was going to say, "Sike!" and race over there and kill her, she took a step forwards.

Progress, I thought, watching as the old woman slowly came back to her sit, where Abbey took her hand and held it between her own.

"What are you two doing here?" She asked next, looking at Abbey, who looked slightly uncomfortable and a touch sad.

"We're nomads: We're just going to be here for a month or two to refill our cash and then we'll probably leave."

"Ok," She answered slowly, taking a deep breathe before looking me dead in the eye.

"I'm willing to hire you, if you promise to take care of dear Abbey here," She said, patting Abbey's hands with her other hand. "She's like a daughter to me, and I would feel awful if something were to happen to her."

"I promise," I said, smiling gently. "She hasn't died yet, right?"

The old woman laughed as she stood up, with her teapot in her hands. "I like you. I think we'll get along just fine. When do you want to start working? And tonight is not an option."

"Tomorrow night?" I asked, standing up as well.

"See you around the same time, 8-ish?" She asked, glancing at her watch.

"Yes Ma'am," I replied, sticking out my hand to shake hers again.

"Now, the both of you go on and have fun tonight," She said, waving off Abbey's attempts to help her up the stairs. "This will the be one of the few nights that you guys will have off. So go and enjoy yourselves."

"Are you sure?" Abbey asked, concerned, "I'd feel terribly guilty if you fell down and we weren't here to help you."

"I'm absolutely sure! If I fell down, I'd survive. I'm a tougher cookie than people think."

"Well, if you're sure…"

"I am. Now go! Before the sun rises!"

Abbey laughed. "Goodnight Madame Remmie! See you tomorrow afternoon!"

"Goodnight, Dearie. It was good to see you again! And it was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cathmor."

"The pleasure's all mine," I answered, waving to the old woman, who waved back.

"Bye!" Abbey called as she walked out.

"Goodbye!"

"So, where to next?" I asked Abbey after shutting the woman's door.

"The rides?" Abbey asked excitedly, bouncing up and down.

I laughed and messed up her hair. "Sure, why not?"

She squealed with delight and hugged me tightly before dragging me off into the crowds once more.