Author Note

Hi! I'm kind of freaking out - my hair isn't black any more (Had the dye removed - it's now a kind of dark brown) and I'm on holiday in tomorrow! Thank god, I can actually leave town for a few days!

Nothings happened so far review/suggestion wise, so I'll just move swiftly on with the next chapter!

P.S. Should I or should I not change an idea to go with Lost Boys 2?

Chapter Start

Edgar glared at the vampire that Sam was restraining. He had tried to slump to the ground, but Sam's grip only let him lower his body and bend his knees in an almost-squat. His head was lowered, tears dripping from the eyes. With a scowl, Edgar roughly lifted the vampire's head, forcing him to make eye contact.

'Listen very carefully.' He said. 'You are going to lead us to your cave, or wherever it is you and your friends were staying. No arguments, no excuses.'

'Why should I help you?' The vampire snapped. 'You killed my friends.'

'You will help us.' Edgar growled as a response, holding a stake to the boy's chest. 'Or it'll be your heart.'

There was a small, sharp snipping noise from in front of them. Erika was leaning on a wall, the infamous scissors in her hand. She kept her eyes on them as she quickly opened and closed them.

'It's either you help us, you get staked or you get castrated then staked.'

Jeremy began to mentally scream at David.

...

'Those idiots!'

David stared blankly at the wall. This was unusual. None of his boys ever talked to him mentally unless something bad happened.

'Jeremy, what's wrong?' He tried to show some concern.

'They're dead! The Frogs and some girl killed Aidan and Skylar and are trying to get me to lead them back... Or else it's my balls and my heart.'

'What?!'

Oh, god. This was... exactly how David had planned it! With a satisfied smirk, he tried to sound sympathetic and upset.

'Do it. We'll surprise them. Trust me. When was the last time Blanche fed?'

'Not long ago. Aidan did it. She didn't drink much anyway.'

They both knew full well that human blood was more satisfying than vampire blood. For one thing, it was fresh; the blood actually circulated through the body properly and was made by the human themselves instead of recycled blood from many humans.

'Good. We'll need her to get rid of them.'

'What'll she have to do with this?'

'You'll see. Now, get a move on.'

With that he broke the telepathic connection.

'Thank god.' He muttered.

He smiled and brought a hand to his forehead. He was actually rid of most of those damn leeches. Sure, they'd been alright to talk to and occasionally hang out with at first, but after their first kills, they got more cocky and arrogant. If they hadn't been killed they would've challenged him for dominance soon. It may not have stopped him from being the head vampire, but it would have meant leaving and finding somewhere else.

'Why I turned a bunch of kids is beyond me.'

It was probably a respect thing. When Max was the head vampire, David and the others had a great respect for him. These brats had no respect for anyone, let alone him. They just lived their lives the way they wanted to until David showed up. For some reason, he had seen potential in the group. They had a lot of spunk. This was probably just because he'd been lonely at the time; the boys had just been murdered by a group of stupid little punks and there was nobody too interesting around. They had seemed to be the only people he would consider talking to.

Within a few days, they had proved their worth. He had turned them and taken them to his place. They lived there and kept David company; but there was only so much of them he could take.

They had been nothing but a thorn in his side for the weeks and months that had passed. They just added to the scorn that burned in his heart since he was defeated. By humans, as well! It was a disgrace. He was a vampire; a higher being. Top of the food chain. It was like a wolf being defeated by a lamb; it was practically unheard of.

At least now he had a chance to vent his anger.

With an excited smirk, he abandoned his chair and left the room, leaving the door ajar. Now he could finally avenge Max and his boys. Sam and his little friends would feel twice as much pain as they had inflicted. David would break their hearts with Blanche's first kill.

He reached her room and opened the door without notice. Blanche was sat in the center, hands on her crossed legs. Her breathing was jagged. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought she was a feral girl. He looked down at her hands. Thanks to her new found strength, she had actually ripped the handcuffs apart. Now they just looked like strange, uncomfortable wristbands. She was staring at him in a curious and hungry way. She needed to feed.

'Hungry, are we?' He said.

She nodded frantically.

'Just wait a little while. There are people coming soon.' He laughed. 'You might know their scent well. Trust me, Blanche. It'll feel great. When I give the word, you can make your first kill.'

She didn't take her eyes from him.

'You're bored in here, are you?'

Another nod from her.

'Well, why don't you come with me. At least there's some light there.'

She stood and quickly walked to him. She followed him into the room with the chair and the fireplace. The light seemed to restore part of her sanity, but she was still full of hunger.

She sat in the corner and had a decent look around.

There was a small pair of antlers on the wall.

'What's with those?' She asked, her voice husky.

He gave them a small glance before sitting down and staring at the fire.

'A reminder of what they did to me. Of what I have to pay back. You understand.'

Her eyebrows knitted together. Who were 'they' and what exactly did he have to 'pay back'. She shrugged.

'Nope.'

He glared and revealed the holes again. With a disgusted nod, she looked away.

There was a lengthy and boring silence. Blanche took to staring at her now longer fingernails, trying to avoid thinking of hunger. Then a familiar scent hit her. She could faintly hear heartbeats.

She suddenly looked up, smiling. Inhaling deeply, she recognised them.

Her friends had returned. David laughed.

'So they're here, huh?' He said. 'Well, we'd better give them a warm welcome. Go and hide.'

'What?'

'Hide.'

'Why?'

'Don't ask why. Just do it.' He glared at her.

She gave a small nod and moved behind a small lump in the corner. Inspecting it, she found a dead body; the same one Aidan had dragged from her room. It's lifeless, steely eyes stared at her, it's mouth wide open. It had a big gash in it's throat. With a smile, she started to feed.

'Thank god for that!' She thought.

Licking her lips, she smiled. Now she didn't have to feed off of any of the others. Looking down, she saw a tattoo on the person's arm. Three Latin words; 'Deus ex machina'.

'God from a machine?' She thought.

She shrugged it off.

'Must be a personal thing.'

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A/N: OK, guys, sorry that I couldn't update more - as I planned to! - but I had a busy week. I'm really sorry that I won't be able to update more next week, but I will (Attempt) to make it up to you all. Again, sorry! Ah, well, I'll be writing while I'm on holiday - even if I can't get onto a computer - so I can possibly bombard you with reading material.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review, and I'll see you in a week!