YAY! The much awaited chapter 7! Anyways, I might be uploading a little later than usual, apparently my mum reckons there are more important things then fanfiction *PFFFT, yeaah right :D* WARNING!This is a kind of a angst chapter. I thought I'd try it out for a little bit :)

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Disclaimer: if I had a nickel for every time I said I didn't own Lost Boys, I would've cloned my own Marko with the money by now.

We pulled up to a house on a Cliffside. It had a small bridge with a gate we had to cross. The boys turned off their bikes but I left Beast still rumbling and didn't climb off.

So this was my fate? I always thought I'd live the life of a wanna-be famous tattoo artist and die by some daredevil trick. Nothing like my dreams here

"You coming Tiger? Or are you just gonna stare off into space some more?" laughed out Marko.

"Come on! I'm getting old over here. Let's hurry up so I can get myself a skimpy meal." whined Paul. I rolled my eyes. What more could you expect from the single-cell minded Paul?

A few hours later.

It took a while to try and negotiate Max into keeping my with the Lost Boys. It wasn't because he didn't want the hassle of another fledgling though. It was because he wanted my actual opinion.

His politeness caught me off-guard. The man might as well live in a gingerbread house with little children coming to visit him every so often. But he was still the evil old witch. There was no changing that.

We left the house and I drove back to the comic store. With my head in my hands I was trying to figure out a good enough reason to leave the Frog Brothers comic.

Sensing my distress, Marko grabbed my hand and looked at me.

"C'รจ bisogno di sottolineare il mio mi amore sono qui" he said softly, his voice like velvet.

I wasn't some Italian whizz but I knew some of those words and put together it formed a perfect sentence.

No need to stress my love, I am here.

My breathing hitched and I thought that I could do cartwheels and spell out his name right there on the boardwalk in a cheerleading manner. His face was close to me and I could feel his lips brushing across mine. Too close. But this time I wouldn't stop him. I don't think any force on the face of this earth would.

Other then Edgar and Alan.

"TIGERLILLY! Get in here now." barked out Edgar.

Groaning, I shifted out of Marko's arms and walked over to them. I could hear Marko chortling behind me.

I glared at him so icily; I think he kind of regretted interrupting me and Marko.

"I'm sorry Edgar, the number you have dialed cannot be connected. Please check the number or try again." I said in the dull operator tone.

"Shut up TigerLilly, I'm not fooling around. What you're doing is not right. Your fraternizing with the enemy." He said, pointing to Marko.

Then I felt two welcoming arms wrapped around my waist. Wait a tic, did I just say welcoming? Ok I am SO not going to fancy a vampire right now. Even if I am a half.

Marko rested his chin on my shoulder and replied, "So what if she is? Got a problem with that, vergine?"

"A major one. She won't be dating no vampire while I'm around."Edgar glared back, still pissed from the blow to his ego by being called a virgin.

"Ok, listen Mother Hen; you're really starting to tick me off with all this dominance shit. At first I thought it was funny, and then I thought it was petty; now it's starting to fucking piss me off." Marko said back, starting to get an orange haze in his eyes.

"M-Marko, back off. You don't want to start something." I stuttered quietly.

"SO WHAT IF I DO?!"He bellowed back at me.

That was the last straw.

"Shut up Marko! That's enough. Either you relax or get the fuck out of here!" I yelled back at him, now out of his embrace.

He bit the end of his glove and stormed out side, muttering a string of curses. I went cold.

"No! Marko! Wait, please! I really didn't mean it. Stay!" but it was too late

He was on his bike, and roaring down the boardwalk. Oh great, this is wonderful.

"Good riddance I say." nodded Edgar to himself.

"Shut the fuck up please, Edgar." I muttered to him as I walked up the stairs and up to my bedroom.

I was tempted to slam the door but what was the use? It wasn't gaining me anything.

I never was the loud, temper tantrum person.

I would always just sit there silently, stewing in my problems. And if the problems got that bad, I resulted to self harm.

Yeah, some pretty emo shit right? So I just lay on the bed, and waited for sleep to claim me.

In the morning I got a letter, mum had died. Me and my mum had kept contact, even met up on a few occasions. She wasn't the bitchy woman, who eaves husbands and forgets about their children. We always had a great time together, sending letters back and forth and emails too.

I loved her more than anything in the world, and now it was all over.

I couldn't handle it. I was too shocked to cry or sob.

I clambered up to the bathroom and pulled out my shaver. I broke the head and pulled out the razors.

Pulling up my pants I started to drag the tip of it against my inner thigh. I felt droplets of tears fall as I was cutting. I had made three diagonal cuts on each thigh when I gave up and curled into a fetal position to cry, not caring that there was blood everywhere.

Life was over, I was half, Marko hadn't come to me since last night, and the Frogs were giving me silent treatment. And my only emotional anchor had now gone up to permanently live Nan and Pop.

I didn't even bother to get up when there was a knock on the door. I couldn't anyway. I was probably hemorrhaging; I felt sick and was starting to get blind spots on my eyes.

"TIGERLILLY?! Oh fuck! Shit, can you hear me? Move your fingers if you can." Said the familiar voice. It was the voice of an angel.

I heard sobbing, and I frowned. Why was the angel crying? It shouldn't cry. And why do I still feel pain? Shouldn't I be in heaven by now? In heave your legs aren't supposed to feel severed?

I tried to move my fingers, and did feebly.

I heard movement and the round disappeared from underneath me. I whimpered from the pain. I wanted to sleep; the blackness looked so inviting now.

"No, don't sleep TigerLilly. Please, stay awake. For me." The angel told me fiercely.

I tried to talk back but gurgled instead. I was too weak, and the blackness was winning.

What was there to live for anymore? Everything was taken away from me. There was no one to talk to. Except maybe the angel. But I could meet him in heaven, so there was no difference.

I felt something shift and I wasn't placed onto the cool tile. But something soft, and cushioning. Must be a bed I thought.

"David, she's lost blood. A lot of blood. It's a miracle she's even alive. What can e do?" I heard the angel say.

The David man responded with a simple "Change her."

"But she's too far gone to kill! What else is there?" The angel asked back frantically.

"You can bite her, she has to bite you. An equal transfusion." He said, and I heard rustling. The David man must've left.

I felt my neck being craned up and a whisper of "Ti amo, TigerLilly."

The blackness engulfed me, as well as the pain.

I tried to scream out not a single note came out. But then I felt sucking, a soft caress of a tongue, and instantly I felt at ease.

Then it all stopped, and something was placed over my mouth. I latched on over instinct and sucked. It tasted like the ocean, the clean air and a hint of musk. There was also an animalistic edge to the liquid, something deliciously tempting, yet forbidden.

That also ended too soon. And my head was placed back onto the pillow.

"Rest TigerLilly." the voice said soothingly. It wrapped around me like a velvet cloak. Protecting and warm.

I sighed and let the blackness enclose over me for the last time, but not before I unconsciously blurted out

"I love you my Angel."

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