A/N: Thank you to 'bay' for your review, I am ecstatic that Sarah is a believable character. We'll see who she chooses soon soon. Thanks again dude!

Freax: glad you liked it :-)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Lost Boys, just the OC's you've met so far, and those still to come.

Enjoy lovelies!

VI.

I woke up the next day, with a huge blank spot where last night was supposed to be stored in my memory.

Lifting my head from where my cheek had been glued to my pillow, I looked around my bedroom, with absolutely no idea how I got there. I pushed myself up onto my elbows having slept on my stomach, fully dressed once again and I shut my eyes trying to remember anything from the previous night.

Nothing.

I had a clear memory of when Paul and Marko had come to the store, Marko fetching my milkshake, and driving up to Hudson's Bluff and lying about my fear of heights.

I remembered David's words as well, "Don't worry Sarah, we're here."

Then after that was a gaping black hole.

All I had to go on was the agony I was in.

Hangovers have nothing on whatever the hell was happening to my head now. My body ached like I had been walking for days, my skin was tingling everywhere my clothes touched it.

The only explanation I could come up with as to my pain and lack of memory was that I had had… something last night and this was the after effects.

But when?! And what?!

I shook my head slightly and looked at my watch, getting up as fast as I could to get ready for work in the hour I had before I had to be there.

I seriously wanted to just stay in bed all day, the need was almost painful, but I needed to money, so I dragged myself into the shower and tried to wash away the fatigue.

It didn't work, and when I had dressed I opened my curtains and fell back with the sudden pang that went through my head as soon my eyes were assaulted by the sun.

I lay on my back, wanting to crawl away from all the places on the floor where the sun was touching it.

What the hell?!

I was only half present during the walk to the store, and after about the tenth time of having to go to the bathroom, thinking I was going to faint, I was about ready to go home.

Just before my lunch break I was sitting still trying to get rid of this damn headache when a noise blasted through my head and had me gripping my hair in fists and yelling out, "Turn it down, please!"

I saw more than a few heads turn in my direction, then Shane appeared next to me and put a hand on my shoulder, "Sarah, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just turn the music down please, it's too loud."

"If I turn it any lower it'll be off."

I turned to the table and looked at the volume dial. It was barely on, but it sounded like I was at a concert in the front row.

"What's the matter, Sarah, you sick?"

I shook my head, "I just feel like my head has been slammed into a wall… repeatedly."

"What the hell did you do last night?"

What answer could I give him that wouldn't sound like I had been on a bender to hell and back? "Nothing. I think I'm just getting the flu." I would have elaborated but another wave of dizziness washed over me and I mumbled an "excuse me" to Shane before I stumbled to the bathroom again.

I stood bent over a sink, barely able to hold myself up and tried to breathe.

I heard Shane come in and I tried to lift my head to look at him, but gave up and just said, "This is the girls' room perv."

"Haha, look you should go home."

"Nah, I'm alright."

"No, Sarah, you really aren't. You look like shit."

"Well, don't spare my feelings."

He chuckled and put his hands on my shoulders, helping me straighten up and leading me back to the counter where he picked up my bag and handed it to me.

"Go home, get some sleep, and don't come back until you're feeling better."

"'Kay. See you."

The pain in my head trebled as I stepped into the late morning sun.

I won't go on and on about how every sound of the boardwalk hurt and how I could barely walk straight. I think you get the idea now of how shitty a state I was in at that point.

But what I will mention is that eventually I started hearing things that I knew weren't there. Looking up I caught sight of a guy standing across the road from me.

I could see the pulse in his neck, and hear the blood flowing through his veins.

The sound both eased and worsened the pain in my body.

Looking at him the noise in my ears, the pain in every inch of me became nearly unbearable. And I knew, I knew the only way to make it stop was to cross the road and kill him.

And that's when I remembered everything.

When I made it home, I pulled the curtains shut and fell into the bathroom, dragging myself to the shower and turning the cold tap full blast and sitting under the spray.

I could still hear the sound of that guy's veins in my ears.

I could feel the burning in my throat lessen at the thought of tearing into him.

I was starting to panic.

My hands shook and I knew I was hyperventilating but I was unable to move. The water hurt my skin and I could feel a scream building in my throat.

I needed the boys.

The realization gave me some kind of strength to lift my hand and turn the tap off.

What happened last night was all them.

They gave me something and that's why I was suddenly having a nervous breakdown, wanting to kill people.

They'd taken me to a hotel that had fallen into a crevice when the big earthquake of 1906 hit Cali. Or so David said.

It was epic!

For a while I just walked around the place trying to take in every detail.

Then they questioned me some more about my life, while we sat around a fountain, and I could tell my answers were less than satisfactory for them. But you know how there are some things that just don't need to be talked about?

Then poor Marko was sent to get food for everyone, bringing back a cardboard box of burgers wrapped in paper.


I looked at David and put my burger down, resting my chin in my hands and leaning forward slightly.

"Now it's my turn to ask some stuff for a change."

"By all means, Sarah, ask away."David had perched himself on a desk chair on wheels, like a throne, observing all of us. I had chosen a seat on the couch, hiding my surprise that there was actually a couch in this place, and Paul and Dwayne sat on the fountain directly in front of me

"Okay." I turned to Paul and said, "Did your hair always look like that?"

I received a sneer, "Jealous?"

"Crippled with envy."

I looked back to David and asked the question I had meant to.

"Why did you guys decide to let me into your lives?"

Paul stood up and came to sit next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and ruffling my hair.

"'Cause we like you, girl."

I laughed and shook my head, "Seriously, guys. Why me?"

"You're special."

I gave David a give-me-a-break look, and then Dwayne answered.

"You're just like every other person in Santa Carla, Sarah."

So much for 'you're special'.

"You're another lost teenager trying to find purpose in life. But something happened to you, and while you may not be willing to talk about it, it made you strong…"

"Strong enough to handle being around us on a more permanent basis." Said David, which was signal for Paul to mess my hair up some more.

David nodded to Marko who got up and disappeared behind me for a minute before returning with a pretty funky looking bottle.

David took a sip from it and then held it out to me.

"To Sarah, our new Lost Girl."

'To Sarah' echoed into the cave as I took the bottle and stared at it for a minute.

My caution must have shown because David leaned forward in his chair and said, "What's the matter?"

Paul laughed in my ear and said, "Don't worry we didn't put anything in there."

I laughed shyly at being found out and said, "If I can't remember anything tomorrow I will drop kick each of you."

And I drank up.


Everything after that was a blur. Music was echoing through the cave and I remember dancing around the room with absolutely nothing holding me back or down. I hadn't felt so free in years.

Then in the middle of my little dance, when I'd been holding Paul and Marko's hands and swinging around in a circle with them, and David's voice filled my head, in a voice that sounded as if they could give me the world and the moon if I asked for it.

"Stay with us, Sarah. Be one of us, and you can have anything you want."

And that sounded like a pretty sweet deal to me.

But if this breakdown was the price I had to pay to have whatever I wanted, well the idea sat like bitter wax at the back of my throat, as if I'd never know sweetness again.

"Sarah?"

I lifted my head from the floor and looked around in confusion. Did I imagine that?

Then a knock on my door made me cringe and the call came again, "Sarah, are you in there?"

Laddie?

"Coming." I don't know if my answer was loud to hear through the door, but I pulled myself up and made my way to the door.

But as soon as I touched the handle I could hear that same flowing sound, and I knew it was coming from the little boy on the other side of a piece of wood.

I pressed my forehead to the door and said quietly, "Can you come back later, bud?"

"Why, Sarah, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, I'm just not feeling so great."

There was a pause, then he said quietly, "I was just wondering when we could hang out again."

I let out a small whimper, hating the hurt in his voice.

I didn't know what was happening to me, but I knew it was not a good idea for me to be around Laddie until whatever this was went away. What if I got that feeling I did when I saw that random guy on the sidewalk? Around Laddie?

"Listen, Laddie, I don't think it's such a good idea to want to hang with me anymore."

"Why?" his little whine made me slide down the door until I was sitting on the floor with my back to the door.

"I just-" I couldn't answer him. Tears were stinging my eyes as I pictured his face. The person he had come to trust, who had promised to be his friend and look after him, had just broken his heart.

"Sarah, please let me in. Whatever's wrong I can help." He sounded so hopeful.

"No, Laddie. I don't think you can help me now. For your own safety, kiddo, just go home."

"No, I want to help."

"Please."

I don't know when he actually left, but I curled up on the floor and cried until I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, I hadn't moved from the position I had fallen asleep in, hugging my knees as if they could be blended into my chest. My eyes were full of those annoying crusty things, proof of just how much I had cried long after I had dozed off.

It wasn't just that I had basically told Laddie to get lost long after I promised him I'd always be there. I hadn't felt so completely alone in my entire life!

I knew the boys were out there somewhere, waiting for me, but they might as well have been on the other side of the planet from me. I didn't know where my parents were, or if they'd have been able to help me had they been here.

I didn't know what was happening to me, why I felt this way, and why I knew it had something to do with the boys and whatever we did last night after I drank the wine.

The desperation I had to find them filled me with the all the energy I'd been lacking all day. I pulled myself and went to the bathroom, brushing my teeth twice and putting on makeup to cover the dark rings under my eyes.

The whole time I was busy I had to convince myself that my eyes were going funny, another symptom of whatever was wrong, 'cause as I looked into the mirror over the sink I could have sword I only had half a reflection, seeing the shower nozzle through my head.

But like I said, it must have been an effect of whatever I took last night.

Man, those guys were so dead.

"We didn't put anything in there." I said in a high pitched, mocking tone, to my messed up reflection.

Sure.

Well, well, well…

LIAR, LIAR PANTS ON FIRE!

Flu my ass!

I knew what flu was, this was about as far away from flu as you can possibly get!

I felt so…so…

Thirsty!

I walked to the kitchen and downed the two bottles of water I had in the fridge, then I moved to the tap and turned it on full blast while I stuck my head into the sink and just drank.

When it felt like my stomach would burst, I turned the tap off and waited.

But that thirst wouldn't go away!

I did a quick test to see if I was dehydrated, suddenly scared that I had just done the opposite of what you're supposed to do which is to sip water slowly instead of chugging it.

But when I grabbed the skin on my forearm and pressed with my fingertips, seeing the white marks show up instantly, I knew that I wasn't dehydrated.

"That's it!"

I had had enough of this crap.

I didn't know how long I'd slept for and the thought of walking in the sun again was more than off putting, but I at least wanted to know what the hell the boys had given me so I could put my foot down their throats and make them think twice before they did that again.

Thankfully I had slept till after sunset, so when I stepped onto the sidewalk I didn't feel incapable of walking to the boardwalk anymore.

In fact, I felt better than I had all day.

I was still thirsty as shit, but I no longer felt like my legs would give out beneath me any second.

But that was about the only relief I felt.

Every light that shone on me made me flinch as if I'd been struck. The noise was still unbearable and if this burning in my throat got any worse I was going to claw it out with my own hands.

When I finally saw the boys sitting at the same place we had when we waited for Marko to bring my milkshake.

Boy did that memory seem a million miles away.

When they saw me standing there fifty feet away, knowing looks crossed all of their faces and I knew.

They knew exactly what was going on.

I marched over to them with a venomous look on my face, which was only met with smirks.

I stopped in front of them and pointed an accusing finger at David.

"You…"

But I couldn't finish the sentence as a by now familiar wave of dizziness washed over me.

As my head rolled forward, an arm wrapped around my waist and my arm was slung over someone's shoulders.

"First twenty four hours are always the worst."

I barely even heard Dwayne, all I could think about was going back to bed.

"David." I forced my voice above a whisper and waited till his face appeared in front of my eyes before I said, "What the fuck did you do to me, man?"

"We gave you a better life, Sarah."

Dwayne had to ride with me in front on the saddle, for risk of me sliding off the back of his bike.

By the time the boys had taken me back to the cave and put me to bed, I was already asleep.

On the way there, I had time to wonder why Dwayne was suddenly paying so much attention to me, usually his attention was ordered by David, but now he seemed keen to take care of me.

I knew it had something to do with last night, as did everything I was going through at the moment, but I was too tired to think about it.

That was a problem I would deal with when I woke up again.


A/N: Soooo whaddya think? I didn't really have much to go from the movie about the actual transformation, so I kind of made some stuff up, basing it mostly on dehydration and being hungover but just you know… much worse.

I know this chapter is kind of short, but the next will be looooong cos now Sarah finds out everything.

Have I gotten your attention now?