By a Course of Strange Events

a LoSt BoYs fan fiction

-Sadie Berger

Summary: During a long-term hunt, David falls for his prey. A battle between impulse and common sense, David must decide what is more important: the love of a girl or the companionship of the boys he's known for decades.

Extra: Michael, Star, Laddie, etc. existed, but were defeated. Also, if you kill a vampire's creator (Max), his fledglings (Lost Boys) are rendered mortal - you don't have to be a half-vampire. Takes place in current times with tidbits of the past and an epilogue with scenes from future. Point of views switch between David as first person and OC through diary.

Main Characters: Mainly David + OC, Dwayne, and a new Lost Boy

Rating: Teen (language; some hot and heavy make out described. There are instanced leading into sex, but the actual deed (har!) is not described.)

Genre: Romance & Action

Theme Song: "Show Me What I'm Looking For" - Carolina Liar

Chapter Ten: Charlotte

David was in a deep sleep when I woke. His arms were wrapped around my torso possessively, his head resting against my neck, his lips wisping against my jugular as my body raised and lowered with my breathing. I searched the pitch-black cave with my eyes, the only lights emanating from the alarm clock - it was three in the afternoon - and random lights from the various electronics. I stretched and slid from David's grasp. I wonder if there was a bathroom around here. I had a sinking suspicion there wasn't. I fumbled for my bag beneath the bed and pulled out my flashlight. Hmm . . . I've never been in a bachelor pad before. I stretched and walked forward.

For a cave, this place was really cool. But who lived in a fucking cave? There was no indoor plumbing. How did the boys seem so clean and smell so . . . not dirty? Well, only David and Dwayne, really - I hadn't met the rest of them yet. What did they do in the winter for heat? There wasn't winter here I chided myself. Not like in the North East, anyhow. There was no snow, no icy roads . . . . I flashed the light over the large entertainment system - an LCD TV so large that I couldn't even touch the edges with my arms spread. All of the gaming systems known to man - PlayStation 2 and 3, Xbox, GameCube, an old-school Nintendo, boxes of games and memory cards . . . . The music system was fit to rival any German club - a turntable and 5-disc CD changer and a boom-box attachment that holds three cassette tapes and numerous hookups for attachments like a 8-track player and an iPod. Records and CDs and cassette tapes littered the floor and shelves and spilled over boxes. A shelf underneath the TV, with slats like ones in fancy kitchens to hold plates, held numerous laptops and cords. On the wall to the right of the entertainment system was a make-shift kitchen with a double-wide fridge full of food and a tray of burners like a hunting camp would have. Dressers of clothing lined the wall to the right of the door. It smelled neutral - nothing I'd stick in a perfume bottle, but nothing that I would have to breathe through my mouth for. I inspected a cupboard and pulled a Rice Chex cereal bar from a wrinkled cardboard box and a bottle of chilly water from the fridge and stretched out on the couch. I turned the TV on and muted it.

Why did David live like this? Where were his parents? If they could afford high-end electronics like this? Why didn't they rent a proper living space? How could they stand not having running water? Who were the rest of the boys? The questions got the best of me and I switched the TV off and climbed back into bed with David.

"David," I said, poking him in the side.

"Mmmm," he mumbled and twitched.

"David," I said again, louder.

"Huh? Wha? Ermm . . . ." He rolled over and let out a loud, disgusting snore. I sighed and leaned down, giving him a passionate kiss. At first his lips were dead, mine pushing his back and forth, but not before long he fully woke, a low grumble coming from his throat as he snaked a hand around the nape of my neck and squished his lips hungrily against mine. Regretfully, I pushed him away. David sat up with a sleepy look, yawned, and ran his hands through his dirty hair. "What?" he said. "You wake me up like that then push me away?" He grabbed at my waist but I scooted back from his grasp with a smile. A wicked grin came upon his lips and he reached for me again and again I scooted, but this time off of the bed.

"Oomph," I groaned as my bum hit the stone floor. David chuckled and came after me. I let out a giggle and scuttled away on my hands and knees. He moved quickly and grabbed my thighs, pulling me down. With little effort, he slide my body beneath his and grinded against me. I leaned up and caressed the sides of his face. "David," I whispered, gazing into his eyes uber- romantically. He chuckled deeply and nuzzled my neck. We laid there for awhile, on the stone floor. "David?" I asked, wondering if he was even awake.

"Hmm?" His lips glided over my jawbone.

"I care about you David." He sighed with content. "I have . . . questions." He sighed again, only this time he didn't seem so happy. He leaned away from me, his eyes watching my lips, waiting. "Who are you?"