We could have a lot of fun.

He sure as hell could, but it wouldn't have been her type of fun, the fun she was planning along in her ditsy, dumb, head. The thoughts kept going and he listened on in two minds, one to pay her no attention, the other to merely entertain her. Sure, the tanned, big titted, blonde's were usually the sort of thing he went for, but now he only had a hunger to be a real monster that night. Though he grinned and flirted with her from where she sat over by the benches, winking and grinning devilishly wider as she, discreetly, spread her legs slightly, giving him a flash of everything, sex really wasn't on his mind. He wasn't really hungry for blood either, and shagging her like a mad dog with rabies wasn't playing in his head as well. The only thing he felt like doing was messing around with her, by that, ripping off her tits, pulling away those fake hair extensions, and seeing how ugly she really was behind the stuff she slapped on her face to make her look like some anorexic, model, when really, underneath, she was one dog.

But he could admit he had fucked some uglies, and she wasn't in the slightest one of the worst he had come across. It wasn't all about the looks with him, though nine out of ten that was what he went for, but if they matched in most things, they were a keeper for a night, or maybe more if they were lucky. It all depended on what Paul wanted to do. Unlike the rest of his brothers, he was more generous when it came to humans. He didn't kill every human he socialised with. Some he hanged with for nights, and then didn't bother with them, but never went back to kill them, unless he became a flower and they were the bee that wouldn't fuck off. But Marko and the others rarely ever spared anyone they talked with, unless it were someone in mere passing. If they were hanging with a group of girls, they were dinner after sex or whatever shit they wanted to do, and if they were let go, they usually went back for them after. Paul never understood why, but he never bothered delving into his brothers feeding habits. There were times when they fed together, or in two's and threes, and others when they were alone. If it was a quick feed, Marko and Paul usually went together, but other than that, Paul didn't like feeding with Marko for reasons that were too long to name. Most times they went together as a pack, more when it was lager quantities of people they were dining on. Times like now, Paul didn't need anyone with him for one meal, unless they wanted to share, but sharing was something that wasn't usually done.

As he was halfway through thinking going over towards where she was, still smiling and batting her lashes at him, and still clearly wanting a shag, she appeared from out of the store. In a second, he moved his grin off the smiling blonde, all thoughts to rip her apart vanishing, and put his attention on Boadicea. She hadn't noticed him as she stared down at the ground, watching a cotton candy bag move in circles as if fascinated by it, though she wasn't paying it no attention. A deep frown was etched onto her face as if she were debating on something, or thinking heavy. It was one of the two. But it was clear to see, behind her deep thoughts, she was troubled or unclear with something. And he looked into why, instantly laughing inwardly. She really was a youth of innocence, and it was also a new face she was wearing. Not repulsed, pissed, full of dislike, or disgust, but a new change of expression, that of worry and disappointment. Because of some brats Paul thought to himself. Sure he liked kids, but not enough to spend time with them, and do shit. But Boadicea had a different view. Of course she would have liked kids, her being a kid herself in some ways. It wasn't really a surprise at what she did, but more amusing at how worried she got now two little kids weren't going to help her out. He grinned, shaking his head as he watched her, looking at her as if she were something he couldn't make out, more like she was a new shiny toy he hadn't yet worked out on how to play with it. She looked miserable, she seemed in deep thought, as well as looking somewhat drunk. That made him pause, and then he looked her up and down like he usually did.

And she looked the same just as she always did.

Wearing that same type of white dress, almost like the one she had on all those weeks back at Lou's bar, though this one hugged her curves better, and was much more lower cut at her chest line. Then he smiled when he saw she had that same scooby bag upon her back, not to mention those ridiculous flower and teddy clips hooked into her curls. Jesus, she really does look like something out of a Disney movie Paul thought to himself as he watched her from across the boardwalk, still sat upon the railing. Though in most cases, the one who took a liking to someone like her wouldn't have been a monster, and though innocent, she was certainly no princess with the foul temper she had on her, not to mention some of the words she liked to call him. Well, Paul would sooner dine on a princess than prance after her, and he always liked a girl with some fire in her veins, though he wasn't one for having rejection, but then it wasn't something that would make him pounce away with his tail between his legs. No, the more she bit, spat, and growled, in a most lucid sense, the more he chased after her. What a pet she could make, but not with the innocence that was like a bubble around her. Now, he didn't know what his intentions were for being the one to chase after a girl, what he wanted, only he wouldn't take no for an answer, and he certainly wasn't going to walk away like a puppy who had lost it's bone.

The more she snapped, the more he became interested in her, and it only made her sexy to him when she threw all the insults at him, those green eyes narrowed, cherry lips curled back with distaste. He had an excuse this time to jump out of nowhere and talk with her, though he couldn't have given a shit if he did or not, only maybe for once it would stop her thinking he was after something, which he wasn't. Well, maybe for a taste of her blood, but Paul knew he had had more than one chance to have done that, and it didn't make a difference that she was staying with his dealer. That wasn't the reason he never bothered eating her. It just never came to mind, nor did wanting to fuck her, not like he did before, which didn't mean he stopped wanting a taste of her body, but there really wasn't a full idea at what he wanted...

He wanted some fun. Paul nodded to himself. Yeah, that was it. Plus she was a challenge he thought to himself as he jumped off the railing, making his way through the throng of the crowd towards her. And what fun she was. There would have been no surprise if she gave him a cold or disgusted look the moment her eyes landed on him, but as he looked at her, still inching closer to where she stood, she seemed to be in a world of her own, still looking down at the cotton candy bag and he was sure she was smiling. Smile or no smile, he was ready for her to pounce on him like a rabid dog, though not in a sense he wouldn't have minded. The barking would have been her insults. Either way, he wasn't going to be surprised at her prissy bitch attitude towards him the moment he uttered a word, or if he got a chance to before she said she wasn't interested, blah, blah, blah.

And on cue, as he managed to escape the train of people, more like them moving out the way, as if somewhere inside, unconsciously they sensed danger, her eyes glanced at him. At first she didn't notice him as they moved off him, but a second later, they shot back, a small widening coming. This set off a grin in an instant, small wink aiming straight at her as well. He forgot all about the blonde who was watching him with some sort of disappointment, and a stab of jealously and anger when looking at Boadicea, who turned away from Paul, not walking away, or moving away, but just turning away from him. She waited though, and within two seconds, he was spinning her around to face him, smiling face leaning up close to her own.

''Well, hello, Boadicea.''

All the response he got was a shrinking back and then a sigh, though that faint smile was still plastered on her face. That made him stop for a second.

He then shrugged inwardly. It was better than a cold look, or a harsh comment, which was surprising he didn't get given one. He wasn't complaining though, not in the slightest. A sigh was nothing compared to what she usually gave him. Nicely a fuck off, with a repulsing look was the usual. This was somewhat of treat in one term.

Getting a feel of eyes on his, he moved his gaze off her, instantly seeking out the person, which didn't take long. He was met with a calculating stare, deep, chocolate, curious, eyes meeting his own. After a second, he grinned, before turning his attention back to her. It seemed one of the brats in the store had a close watchful eye on her. He didn't miss the slight protective look the kid wore. Paul's grin widened, and then glancing once more at Alan, he pulled her away from his view, much to her surprise.

''How are you tonight, Boadicea?'' He removed his hand from her shoulder, eyes piercing hers intently.

Getting over the surprise, she smiled, delightful laugh coming, sending a round of surprise through him. He studied her for a second, watching the way she slightly bounced, almost shook with some sort of excitement. Well, she was no longer fretting over the kids that was easy to see. She began to walk, hand touching his arm lightly, pulling him along with her. Her eyes were all bright and shiny, like a Christmas tree all lit up, and he felt her hand tremble on his arm, almost as if she were buzzing with some sort of emotion. Paul remained looking at her as they moved down the boardwalk, unsure of what to make of her unusual behaviour.

''I'm Dandy, Paul. Thank you.'' She tilted her head a little as she looked up at him, eyes dancing, smile coming again. ''How are you?''

''You know me, always smiling.'' He did then, though his eyes were a little puzzled as he continued gazing at her. ''So...you're not sour about the other night then? I guess I'm forgiven?''

''Hmmmm...'' She rubbed her chin, eyes teasing him which began to get him worried. Something was definitely wrong.

''Yes.''

Peering at her closely, nose nearly touching with her own, and much to her discomfort, he searched her face closely, trying to find out what was going on with her. She was definitely acting odd, so odd it almost got him worried in a way. Not worried, puzzled, and now he wanted to know the cause of her sudden change of behaviour, why she wasn't being uptight, and, now, why she was acting like some child who had jut been given a new toy. Okay, so it wasn't puzzling for someone to be happy, but when it came to that someone being Boadicea, Paul knew you just had to question what was going on. Her mind was clean, no hints as to why she was no longer being ''uptight and prissy'' but something was not right about her. Out of nowhere, his hand circled around her arm, pulling her close to him, chest upon chest crushing together, moulding against one anothers. A deep shiver ran through her as she felt how cold he was underneath his jacket, seeping through her own dress then. Whatever was going on with her, she was still aware enough to notice the close proximity between them. Her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet, reaching up towards her ears, and bloodied lips parted, deep, nervous breath being released.

Paul ignored her discomfort, more like he didn't notice it, for he was too busy staring at her. With her, she was probably thinking he was doing it to get close, but that wasn't even swimming in his head right at that moment. After some seconds, puzzlement faded, surprise coming into his eyes, and confusion as he cocked his head somewhat, gazing at her. ''You been on something? Drugs?''

This snapped her back a little, as a crinkle of the lip came, repulse filling her green, no longer sparkling, eyes. ''Of course not!'' Surprise and offense laced her voice.

He kept a firm hold on her, crushing her closer to him, so her breasts smashed up against his rock hard, cold, chest. More cold seeped through his shirt, going straight through her again. ''Nah, you've been on something all right. Your eyes are all wide and your pupils are diluted.'' He rubbed his palm against his forehead, still looking at her. ''You been on the weed or something?''

''Paul...'' She grumbled something, moving away from his chest, and to stop her from becoming even redder. ''You know I hate drugs. I would never take drugs. It's disgusting.''

Instead of saying some sort of joke, or being shocked, which he usually would have, he shook his head, not letting it go. ''Well, your eyes are saying you've been on drugs.''

A sigh formed from her, fingers rubbing across her brow. ''Well, my eyes are lying.'' She muttered something, and then looked up at him. ''They lie a lot''

This time he cracked a smile.

This seemed to stop her as well, as she laughed a little with him. ''Can you take me home?''

''Oh...'' Forgetting about the 'drugs' he smiled back more. ''You're letting me this time?''

''Uh- huh''

Paul paused. ''You won't start giving me insults again, will you?'' He looked at her, little teasing grin slipping. ''No falling out?''

She smiled some more, but it still never fully reached her eyes. It was something he thought.

''If you don't be an idiot, then yes. We'll be fine''

''All right then.'' He made a criss cross across his chest. ''I promise too be a good boy''

''Hey''

Boadicea stopped by the door, turning to face him. ''Yes, Paul?''

He grabbed her hand, pulling her swiftly towards him, hands grabbing her shoulders as she began to stumble downwards towards the stairs. In a flash, he pulled her to him, so her feet left an inch off the ground, getting the bottom of her dress to twirl all around her legs. This got her, once again, all embarrassed, as she shuffled away from him the moment he set her down, hands still holding her. He certainly seemed to like being close to her, though she didn't feel the same way.

Paul smiled as usual, cocking his head. ''Stay out for a bit.'' He stopped her when she opened her mouth. ''Just out here'' Then he did something he never usually did; he begged. ''Please?''

A contemplating look came, all frowns and pursed lips, which got him laughing quietly, eyes setting to amused. She turned away then, and his laughter ceased when she turned the key in the lock, shutting the door straight behind her as soon as she entered the house, leaving him standing there. Well, she could have invited him in, but then he didn't need her permission. He had an invite whenever, and the moment he started to visit Christine for his stash, he always helped himself into the house. But Paul didn't bother following in after her. Lighting up a joint, he looked around the small patch of garden, pausing as his eyes landed on a small rockery that hadn't been there on his last visit. Orange and other various bright flowers covered the inside of the whole thing, then a small colourful windmill peaking amongst the plants, then other things like plastic bugs placed amongst the rocks, as well as small little elf figures stuck firmly in the soil. Not that Christine wasn't much of a gardening person, because there would be times she planted stuff, but it was easy to see who did the little piece of art. It seemed it was another thing he had learned about Boadicea, though probably he had read it in her mind the last time he scooped up everything, but remembering every little thing wasn't easy. Still gazing at her little garden patch, the door suddenly opened, causing him to turn, finding her shaking two cans of Dr pepper in her hands. He wanted her to snap one open as she continued shaking them at him, offering him one.

Grinning, he moved towards her. ''Thought you were going to leave me out here''

''Would I be that mean?'' The can was dumped into his lap as he sat down beside her on the steps, beginning to drum his fingers on his knee. A habit he hadn't been able to break.

Fiddling with the button on her dress, she pouted slightly, then turned to look at him. ''Have you been doing anything interesting tonight?''

Well, I met up with some chickies, and killed a pretty, naive, girl like yourself, laughing manically as I did it. Oh, and then I ripped out her heart, cut off her head, and buried her ten feet in the ground. She ain't so pretty now.

Paul smiled. ''Nope.'' Snapping open the can, he took a swig before meeting her gaze. ''What about you?''

''You know, I said I'd never go to the boardwalk. I hate it, but I've been there nearly every night.'' A small shake of the head was given. ''Not much at all really. Helping Christine around the kitchen...Watched some television, which was absolute rubbish, and then found myself at the boardwalk.''

''Wow.'' Paul feigned shock. ''What fun''

''Huh'' Putting her drink down, she turned to look at him. ''I'm actually looking for work.''

''That's even less fun''

She smiled a little. ''I need to do something. I'm bored out of my mind. I was thinking of going home...I have a job at home, frie...actually I don't.

A frown came. ''Huh?''

''Nothing'' She folded her hands in her lap. ''I do spend a few hours every few days at the centre, but that's not enough for me. I also need a job that pays.''

He laughed. ''Don't you have your parents? Aren't they sort of rich?''

''No.'' She shook her head. ''I don't want to take money off them, and they're not willing to give it to me, which I think is fair. If I do have money off them, it's paid back, unless it's birthdays or something''

''Oh''

She shrugged a little and then looked at him. ''I only noticed the other night your hair has gone. It's all short...Where did it go?''

Paul shrugged. ''I don't know. I woke up and it was gone''

She laughed a little, putting on a serious expression. ''You best find that hair''

He laughed back. ''It'll find me''

''I prefer you with long hair.'' She took a sip of her drink. ''That's going to take years to get it back long''

''No, my hair grows quick.'' Stretching his arms over his head, he stood up.''Well-

She cut him off. ''You're going now?''

He smiled down at her. Why? Did you want me to stay?''

''I didn't say that.''

He laughed again. ''I'm going to say hello to Christine and raid her fridge. I'm starved, and I need her to hook me up''

''Oh, right'' She stood as well. ''Well, I'm kinda hungry as well.''

''Great. You can make me something to eat.''

''Ha!'' She gave him a look, eyes bright. ''Make your own damn food''

It was still the same for him. The bright lights of the boardwalk, the carnival music that never ended, and then the carousel that played its endless tune. Nothing had really changed, only the small little things they had added to there town, not something you'd really notice. Faces all seemed the same, though they weren't, but still all seemed similar to ones who had occupied Santa Carla decades back. Still blondies with big boobs, flashing their toned bodies for all to see. Still full of teens, drunks, gangs, fights, and violence. That was no surprise.

The music was different, yet still held that fair ground music that he once hated, and it was still a thriving place, all the tourists moving around like scurrying ants. Dinner was still easy to find, the violence hadn't changed, and it now held its name for murder capital of the world. He laughed at that. Oh, he laughed at the Lost Boys.

They were still roaming Santa Carla after those long years, and he was to say surprised they were still there. After months, it became boring, the people became boring, the food tasted bland, and then it was time to set off and try something new on the menu, but he knew he'd find his way back at one point. They probably knew it too. As he waited there in the darkness of the alley, he wondered if they were aware of his presence yet, but having such a dumb, baboon of a leader, who showed himself off with power, control, and looks, well, not much got through to his head but just that, so he wouldn't have been at all surprised if they hadn't. It was Paul he hated, Paul he wanted to crush down to the ground, and rip out his heart. He hated that bastard with a burning passion, even after twenty long years, he fucking hated him.

But he wasn't dumb. Oh no, the poodle was missing a wire somewhere, he knew that, but there was a brain there, and he was smart and lethal when using it. Instead of even bothering to make a big appearance, the first place he had gone to was Christine's, finding she was indeed still occupied in her house after so long. Only to find she had a guest and a pretty sweet one at that. As well as the others, Christine was unaware he was in Santa Carla, so he tip toed around, making himself like wisps of smoke. Watching the house from the shadows, thinking on what to do next, she saw him through the window of her bedroom. He strayed deep in the garden then, lurking within the trees, watching her as she moved outside, chocolate brown hair in thick curls, and red lips good enough to taste. But he never acted upon the hunger, the mouth watering scent she carried. As smelt others on her, him on her, and this turned a smile up on his face as he stared at her innocent, childlike, face. Of course Paul would go for someone like her. Usually it was the girls with the dark hair and pretty eyes, but he did laugh when looking into her pretty little head. It was amusing. He had to laugh to find he had been rejected by his food.

The best way to get to Paul was to steal his own little obsession off him.

I hope this chapter was a better improvement than the last, and more interesting. Within the next few chapters, if I can't get things speeding along, most of all, interesting, then I might give up on this story, as I'm dragging it on too much, and it's get rather boring now.

Thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter, and I hope you all enjoyed this one. :DD