Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Lost Boys, but I do own Emma and Lina!

Note to the reader: Sooo….hi guys! I'm sorry for being so awkward in these notes….yeah….PEACE.

…: L :…

I awoke at what I felt was four o'clock in the afternoon. The sunlight that had been shining so brightly through the window only several hours ago was now dimming, the sun probably drifting off below the horizon, preparing to go to sleep. Meanwhile, it was definitely time for Emma and I to get up. I threw my pillow at her sleeping head. "Emma get up!" I shouted at her; she just grumbled something unintelligible and slowly sat up. "What time is it?" She murmured and stretched her arms above her head like a cat; I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. "4:21, let's get going." I instructed her to do so and groggily got up from my bed and began looking for some clothes-I found a pair of jeans, a red t-shirt and my grey converse and slipped them all on. I was on my way to the bathroom, before I realized that Emma was giving me an odd look. "Where are we going?" She asked me, an obvious confusion easily heard in her voice. "Well…" I began, and stopped walking. "We're going to hunt." I told her surely and grabbed my hairbrush from the bathroom counter, and started tugging on tangles with the old brush. After about half an hour, Emma was finally ready, and by then I had concluded that Emma wasn't a morning person; she just didn't like getting up after being asleep. I silently chuckled at my late realization and leaned against our bedroom door while she slipped on an old pair of Vans, "Ready?" I asked her after she had finished the little task. "Ready." She said grumpily.

We had walked for about an hour through the dense forest near the house, brushing by all the trees and bushes briskly, and without a word. It was actually kind of odd that we weren't saying anything, or maybe I was just being awkward again…I didn't know which, but Emma filled the silence anyways. "I just want this to be over already." She mumbled, looking intently at some fallen leaves on the dusty ground. "Hm?" I asked her, signaling in a quiet way that she should go on. "I don't want to feed. I don't want to live with this fear." She glanced up at me, pain and hurt in her eyes. I felt guilty, but then reminded myself that hurt is better than anger when it came to Emma. "I understand completely." I told her, while nodding my agreement. "And I swear, the longer the go like this, the more I'm able to ignore it…" I sighed. "But if I don't ignore it, the urge feels so much stronger than the day before…and it's only been a few days." I finished my sentence and folded my arms across my chest. I glanced over at her, she was still focused on the ground. "I'm just scared that one day I won't be able to fight it…" She murmured gravely, but kept walking at the same pace. I sighed. "I'll shake you if I see that happening. We'll make it through this." I tried to reassure her gently. "You'll shake me?" She asked sounding slightly confused again. "More like stake me. If I lose control don't hesitate." I sighed again, at least her sarcasm was still intact. "We've already been over this." I told her firmly. "I can't do that."

She was silent for a few moments before biting back, "Well then get SOMEONE to do it…" I shook my head. "No. And stop saying that." I reprimanded her.

"I can't help it." She grumbled. "A life is a vampire is no life at all." Her face looked grim, and I couldn't help but sighing again. "You're reaching the point of suicidal Emma, you need to stop saying things like that now." I told her in the strongest tone I could muster. She stopped walking and looked me straight in the eye; I stopped too. "Suicidal has nothing to do with it." She told me, acid on her tongue. "It's my sense of duty. And I won't kill myself over this." She said with a sarcastic eye roll. "There's still hope." I looked back at her, "Then stop acting like there is none." She furrowed her eyebrows before speaking again. "I'm just telling you what to do if I become a vamp…Because I won't be around to tell you." She said morbidly while still looking at me. "What do you mean…?" I stupidly asked, and regretted the words I said as soon as they came out of my mouth; Emma didn't seem to notice though. "If I kill someone. Lose control. Take a life." Her features still looked very grim and solemn.

I shook my head. "You won't do that. I know you won't."

"I don't know…" Emma sighed rather quietly, "I don't even know how to…how to feed, but if I ever learn, I think it would be best to stay away from the public." She shuddered as she finished her sentence.

"Well your going to have to learn at some point…" I reminded her. "And you can just feed on the animals you hate you know. The elk right?"

She grunted, "Elk. But I wouldn't mind a bigger animal. Like a cow, or an ox or something." She glanced at me, a look of shame on her face that stayed only for a second before disappearing once more.

It was an odd thing to hear anyhow. "Um. Okay, I guess we can find you an ox…"

"Okay, good." She looked pretty pleased with my answer before continuing. "I just don't understand how you…feed off things." She murmured with the faintest hint of disapproval in her tone. "It just seems weird." She clarified.

I shrugged. "It is weird…but...well let me explain…" I thought about my choice of words for a minute or so before finally coming up with something. "You know how when you eat an overripe peach, and it's really juicy?" I asked, and she nodded warily. "And you know how in that case you would just let the juice drip down your chin onto the ground and just eat the fruit?" I paused, and thought about my next sentence. "Well, this time, you don't want the fruit, you only want the juice…" Did that make any sense? I mentally asked myself before looking over at Emma again.

She looked revolted and was unusually silent for the next few moments. "Ew." She finally uttered. "That not only sounded completely disgusting, but it sounds like I really won't enjoy this at all." Her face was a complete portrayal of her words- disgust and annoyance.

"Well I'm not about to glorify feeding for you." I retorted dismally. "Feeding is not in any way, shape or form, an enjoyable experience."

"You don't seem to have any problems going out in the middle of the night to do it though." Emma remarked coldly.

"It's for the sake of control…" I reminded her dully. I took in where we were now, in the middle of a grassy little clearing that I didn't know even existed near here, there was an fairly small patch of land that had thick dense bushes growing, and intertwining through each other. I listened close to it, tuning out all my other senses except for hearing and smell. I could hear a little creature scrambling around in the bushes, and breathed in the familiar scent; I crouched down. "Lina." Emma spoke in a voice that I felt was too loud. "What the fuck are you doing?" She was clearly judging me now. "Hear the squirrel?" I asked her cautiously and stood up from my crouching position. "Um. Yeah…" She mumbled; I turned to face her. "Well…catch it." I commanded her, and she looked at me like I had just told her there really was no meaning of life. "What?" She asked, her voice rising. "Catch it." I repeated myself. "Follow the instinct." She crossed her arms over her chest. "The squirrel? Really?" She raised a questioning eyebrow. "It's better to start small. Now go." I ordered, and pointed at the bush.

She mumbled something unintelligible before taking a running start to jump into the bush. I heard a soft muffled squeak over the sound of the rustling, crunching bushes; then it seemed everything was completely still for a couple moments. But Emma trying to get out of the mass of bushes was loud enough to kill the silence quickly. She looked furious, and I had to try not to laugh- she looked pretty funny with little splatters of blood on her shirt and face, matched with the scowl she was wearing. I don't know why that was funny to me, but I giggled; Emma just glared at me. "Fuck you." She mumbled. I just smirked at her.