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 Eleven: David
"Who are you?" Charlotte asked me, her brows knitting together.
I gulped, knowing that this conversation was eminent, yet I didn't know how I was going to handle this. Do I tell her? Do I lie?
Like a fool, I lied . . . sort of. I just left the big thing out.
"David Darlan." This was a truth. She gazed at me expectantly. "I fell out of favor with my family . . . we all did - my brothers. We are just vagabonds, really. Just drifters." This was a truth, too. I took her right hand in my left and held it to my lips. I needed her.
"How can you afford such expensive shit. Your bike. All of these electronics. Do you steal them?"
"Some," I sighed. "Some are just really good connections." She nodded, seeming to be able to take it.
"What are you going to do when you get older?"
I shrugged. "It really isn't in our nature to plan long-term." This, also, was a truth.
"So I take it you've never had a successful relationship before." She ran the length of my neck with her nail, giving me pleasant goose bumps.
I let out a long sigh and ran my hands through her hair. "Not a memorable one, no." Not since my wife, I whispered, and look how that one turned out.
She bit her lip and closed her eyes. "I want to ask you so many things. Like what is going to happen when I leave? What are we? I can tell you're not telling me something . . . something big. But I'm too . . . emotionally exhausted to deal with this. I just want a few weeks of bliss." I leaned across and kissed up her neck. She sighed and huddled against me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her. She fell asleep with ease. I lifted her and carried her back to the bed. I removed her shoes and tucked the blankets around her.
I stood up and felt the gnawing hunger crumple me. I finished off the bottle of blood and felt quenched . . . for now. When dark came again, I would have to feed - and feed heavily.
---X---
I sat stiffly at the edge of the bed, waiting for the sun to settle. Only a few more minutes now and it would be safe to go. Only a few more minutes and my brothers would wake. Charlotte sat next to me changed and fresh - fresh as she could in a place like this. She was still sleepy, her eyes closing every few moments as she tried to not lapse back into sleep.
"Are you sure you should go back?" I asked, picking at crud beneath my thumbnail.
She shrugged. "I think that it would be worse if I waited anymore."
"Should I stay?" I felt the prickling on the back of my neck - that night was imminent - so I stood, giving her the silent signal it was time to go. She trailed behind me as I walked fast through the dirty hallways.
"God no. Are you serious? I think we'd both be shot. Save yourself, man." We both chuckled as I opened the dead-bolts to the outside. I opened it like it was my lifeline, letting the moonlight reenergize me to hold me off until I could get some kind of subsidence that wasn't my beloved.
Charlotte clung to me as I drove her to the cottage, though she was becoming a pro. I pulled into the driveway behind the car to let her off. I gave her a quick hug and kiss, seeing the shadow of her father looking through the window. She had wrote her cell number in Sharpie on my forearm. I was to call tomorrow - hopefully things would quiet down - somewhat, anyway.
I watched as she slowly made her way to the front door. I imagined the shadow, sitting at a table, leaping up and pouncing on Charlotte. I imagined myself storming the place, ripping apart everyone in the house, and riding away with Charlotte behind me, a new vampire, to live out eternity with. I shook my head of my daydream to watch what really was happening, to be ready to go in that house. But no, Charlotte entered the house and stood by the door for a long time. Finally, she sat across from her father. I sighed and backed the bike out, ready for a long night of sedation.
At the boardwalk I befriended a sultry girl who looked like a dime a dozen - all I knew was that she smelled like she tasted so damn good. I was so thirsty I was basically heaving like a rabid dog as I led her to my bike. She, of course, thought this was because we were going to have sex. Haha . . . no. I pulled her on the back of my bike and rode into the darkness.
