Author note: Ah, hello my lovelies! I hope you all have lovely days.

Disclaimer: I own this story, Celia, any OC here. I do not own the Lost Boys movie or any characters from said movie.

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David landed on his feet, the impact harsher than normal. He tsked from sheer annoyance more than anything else, hating any form of weakness. But weak was exactly how he felt now.

Blood decorated him like a macabre scene from some overdramatic movie but the wounds had already begun healing, so he was not concerned for that. He was starving, was his main thing. The hunger roared to life in the back of his mind but he was not done here just yet.

When the next human made a move, he swung his arm upwards, grasping their wrists and breaking it. His boot landed harshly in their gut a second after and they were sent sailing on their ass. Another used the distraction to shoot another bullet. David shifted a little but it still pierced his shoulder, making him hiss.

When he found out who summoned these annoyances into Santa Carla he was going to deliver some bloody payback.

It was rare nowadays, most humans having been lulled into complacency, believing their ancestors to be overzealous morons… but every now and then some were smart enough to figure out vampires were real and were even smart enough to become hunters worthy of his attention.

Not like the weak little Froggies. But genuine hunters, ones who knew exactly how to piss him off and exactly how far to go in order to try and kill one of his kind. These were smart ones, initially attacking in a group, after waiting for him to separate from his coven.

Too bad they picked the wrong vampire to try and kill. David had already slaughtered five of the original seven. The injuries were annoying, the bullets laced with holy water, but he was still capable of taking on three humans.

It was pitiful in a way. They were smart for mere humans. He could see all the kills they had made in their minds, rather brutal affairs that he might have admired in other moments. However, those kills had been all younger vampires. They had never come across one with his age and his strength.

Idiots, to think they could harm one on his level.

While he lunged for the one with a broken wrist again, he felt pain erupt along his face and neck. He cursed as he felt the skin melting, could smell the sizzle of it. In desperation, the only girl of the group had thrown the vile of holy water at him, connecting with his tender face.

The sire bond tightened in that moment and he clamped down on it swiftly, even as he sunk his teeth into the leader. It was too late however. Celia had felt the pain through the bond and he could feel the urgency overtake the previously contented glow that had been around her.

The one with the broken wrist was the next to go. David grabbed him and punched his fist straight into the chest cavity, cruelly latching onto the beating muscle there and squeezing it.

David snarled while the person squirmed and his female companion finally melted down, out of weapons and certainly out of hope. He ripped the beating heart out and dropped the now dead body to the ground.

Mockingly, he lifted it to his mouth, letting his tongue dart out. He deliberately let the blood pool down his fingers, dragging his tongue over the heart in exaggerated slowness.

He chuckled as he stepped closer to her, enjoying the fear emanating from her as she cornered herself unknowingly against the wall. The scent oozed out of her pores along with a heavy coat of sweat, not completely distasteful to his senses of smell.

She shrieked when he slammed his hands into the grimy wall behind her. The heart splattered under the force and she gagged when pieces of it hit her face. His breath was rancid with blood as he mockingly blew in her ear, his tongue lapping along her cheek. She shuddered in revulsion.

"Do you fear death, little girl?"

David laughed darkly when he read the truth in her eyes. "Your friends should have told you. Vampires aren't fond of your kind."

He grabbed her throat and forced it to the side, his fangs sinking into the artery there. He savaged the area, holding her steady while his fingers squeezed out the oxygen from her, making it impossible to even scream or do more than gasp.

With her blood, he felt more of his wounds heal and he let her drop to the ground, leaving only a few drops in her. "Remember it for your next life," he muttered, wiping his chin as the light dimmed in the girls eyes.

With the last hunter dead David allowed himself to lean against the wall. He scanned himself, cursing when his leather jacket was discovered to have holes decorating it. He was so covered in blood, his and theirs, that it was difficult to see any wound on him. He could feel them though, could feel the blood he had drank rushing to the damaged areas and siphoning energy there. It made him hungry.

Celia arrived on the scene a few moments later and she took it in with wide eyes. She whistled lowly, her steps silent as she glided past the bodies. They were all in various state of disarray.

Carefully she reached out with her mind, tentatively brushing with David's. He was leaning on the wall, eyes closed, looking for the entire world a statue. She scented his blood, revolted that it had been spilled so wantonly.

When he did not acknowledge her, she bit her lip. Normally he would have either rebuffed her or invited her in, depending on the mood. Therefore, she next wandered beside him, prodding his arm, almost like a child waiting to be scolded.

He erupted then, his movement startlingly quick for one so weakened. Celia didn't flinch when she found herself spun and slammed harshly into that dirty brick wall; she didn't stiffen when his hot breath danced along her neck. His fingers gathered up the hair there and gripped it roughly, exposing skin for his tongue to dance across.

Celia felt the sire bond humming with approval, and so relaxed fully. This was making David happy, and it would make him strong again. He had never drunk from her and so she was very curious as to how it would feel. Would it be as enthralling as when she drank his blood?

His whole body pressed against hers fully just as his teeth sunk in. They pierced the flesh deeply, deeper than Marko had ever pierced her, even as a human. The sensation swept through her, making her pupils dilate as she automatically exposed more for his quest.

David growled lowly as he tasted the darkness of her blood, every fiber of his being exploding as it coated his throat and slid downwards. His body knew this blood was his, to do with what he pleased. Blood from his childe, the only one to carry his bloodline through their veins.

Without much thought, his knee slid between her thighs, pressing up and making her hiss, her fingers going up from his shoulders to dig into the tender hairs at the nape of his neck. Her nails were drawing little bits of his blood, and he continued to press the advantage he had.

When he withdrew, she did not let him go. He was on the verge of something he was not sure he wanted to traverse, unfamiliar ground. Her blood was singing in his veins, the bond between them ripened with strength and golden colors.

Her thighs clenched around him and he let a small cocky smirk darken his face, not flinching when her nails raked his cheek.

"Don't you dare…" her sentence trailed off, but it was clear what she meant.

David knew it wasn't wise, the elder in him telling him he needed to clean up his mess, he had to gather his brothers and get to the bottom of this hunter business. They had known to a degree what they were doing. If the coven had an enemy, then they needed to find and destroy it, before they could bring in competent hunters on them.

Yet his mind was divided, for the first time in a long time. Split right down the middle, the bond demanding things and coloring his opinions. For the first time in a long time, David was losing control over a situation, despite his intent to the contrary.

So, he was annoyed, but not surprised at the back of his conscious, when he leaned forward, his tongue swiping along Celia's cheek. He planted small, nipping kisses along her jaw, her whimpers reminding him of an animal. It suited he supposed. He had turned her into one, a superior species.

"Take it back," he muttered harshly. He had become aware of the bloodlust in her eyes, mixing beautifully with the other kind that thrummed along both their bodies.

Her fangs were familiar and he was more used to the sensation of being drunk. With his own bloodlust satisfied, he was able to concentrate on studying her better, taking in the emotion tingling along his mental shields.

Curiosity took him over so he stepped away, forcing her fangs to disentangle, and his knee slid from between her thighs. Celia whimpered like a kicked puppy, blood on her lips. Her small pink tongue darted to lick the plumpness, and he noted it too was alluring, in a way most humans had failed to be in a long time.

Over the long years, and all the boys had become guilty of this, everything had become calculated. Right down to the smallest details about them. Their facades to humans, nothing was genuine. They way David smirked, even the way he smoked around humans, was all planned based on his current needs. Whether he was taunting, teasing, hunting, or simply looking for a fuck, he knew exactly what to do to get it quickly and without much fuss. Same with the other boys. They were only ever genuine around each other, and in due time, they became interested in only each other.

Celia was new and therefore interesting. What had begun as reluctant obligation he had tried to shirk slowly, yet been unable to halt, had led to a new family member. While he still hadn't been able to sort through the way he had felt when she was human, he knew the workings now she was a vampire. Therefore, this was okay.

He chuckled lowly, amused when it made Celia shiver. He reached out; grabbing hold of the belts Marko liked her to wear, using them to tug her forward, his palm sliding along the curve of her hips. Deft fingers removed the belts, letting them clatter, hearing the plop as they landed in a puddle of blood from a dead hunter.

Teasingly he let his fingers dip down into the front of the jeans, amused by her frowning pout when they darted away. "You are such a dick."

"And why is that," he asked mockingly.

Celia huffed, wriggling her hips. "Fucking… I thought you were supposed to be a bad boy."

"I'm a vampire, and hardly a boy," was dryly pointed out.

"You're a vampire dick," she muttered.

"So many complaints. Shall I file them away and make a list?"

Celia growled. "David!"

His brow cocked and he smirked wickedly. "Saying my name's one way to get what you want. Only partly though." his hands roamed, tugging at the low-cut shirt she wore, tugging it down so he could trace the curves of her breasts.

"You better not try sleeping today. You won't wake up with just my fangs in your neck." Her voice was a harsh growl and he leaned forward, rewarding the sass by nipping her ear, before his head dipped even lower. His lips caressed the skin and she tugged him tighter.

"So, I'll find myself drained in all ways tomorrow night, hmm? I should be proud to have such an aspiring childe."

His hands had wandered back down to her hips and with a sudden move he lifted her, slamming her harshly into the wall. Her legs wrapped around his body and he shifted her to where he wanted.

Instinct guided him into leaning forward even as he rolled his hips. His fangs pierced her again right over her breast line, making her tighten up all over. She would crush a human with the pressure she was exerting but it felt like gentle caresses to David.

Her own instinct took over and she shifted until she could get at his neck, her teeth biting down into his artery and, suddenly everything was even more intense.

Instead of just the feeling of sexual lust and drawing blood in, now was the sensation of the blood leaving their bodies. It flowed between them, creating a connection neither were aware could be formed. The sire bond swelled and seemed to both to be about to burst almost, a steady, strumming pressure both felt in the peripheral of their minds, guiding both the drugged out vampires actions now.

The blood was shared easily back and forth between their bodies, simultaneously weakening them even as it strengthened them. When it all exploded, David disentangled his fangs and cursed, feeling powerless now and resenting it, and to a lesser degree, Celia herself for causing it.

She was a panting, soft mess in his arms, and even with annoyance he couldn't drop his grip on her thighs. She gave him a limpid stare and licked her lips.

"We made a mess."

A corner of his lip rose. "You wanted this mess," he said mockingly, but without malice and Celia hummed in pure agreement.

"Besides," he added, able to think clearly again now temptation had been sated, hopefully for a good while. He scorned himself any weakness, and hated that he knew the situation would arise again, as it often did between the boys and now it seemed Celia was game for exploration. He mulled over if he would be able to stay in control next time. "I had already made a mess before you arrived."

The seriousness of his tone told Celia playtime was over, but the reassuring grip he gave, and the small rewarding kiss he let her give him, told her it would come again. She dropped to the ground in a churn of feelings. She didn't regret the actions, just wished she had thought to settle all this before they had fooled around. A dirty alley, with bloodied bodies lying around haphazardly, after her sire had been attacked, was hardly the appropriate time or place to push limits.

"Who were they," she asked, kneeling down to poke at one corpse.

"Hunters," he answered shortly, sending out a call for his brothers.

Celia shot him an incredulous look. "Like, the toadies?"

David leaned against the wall to light a smoke. "Hardly. These were real hunters, the kind who don't get all their information from comic books and fairytales." His voice was full of disgust and rancor.

"So, they really exist?"

So engrossed was she in his response she didn't hear Dwayne and Marko drop behind her. When she heard Dwayne's deep voice she turned around, her eyes encountering Marko's. He read the sudden worry and guilt there and shared a look with Dwayne, knowing what had happened by the scent alone.

"So, about time. with her chewing on you all the time I knew you'd be the first one she'd go to after me," Marko said genially.

"Marko, I-…" Celia trailed off, confused. What could she say? She didn't regret it, she found, and hadn't he himself said she would and could fuck the others, that it was common for them all to mess around randomly?

Marko grinned at her wickedly. "I hope he was decent at least the first time. David's got this whole thing about control."

David scoffed. Celia cleared her throat and wondered where the human outrage she should be feeling was. "We didn't, uh…"

"I know. You do not have that incredibly dishelved look to you, like when I'm through with you. But something happened."

Marko sighed now, dramatically. "And they all like to call me a tease in the bedroom. David though-"

"Let's get back to the matter at hand." Dwayne finally cut through the dialogue. He knew Marko wanted to try and ruffle both David and Celia's feathers. It was wasted effort on David, who never was ruffled by the imp, and Celia would freak out later probably.

His dark eyes found David's icy blues and he held steady. "Any ideas?"

Their leader inhaled his cigarette, eyes shifting to look at the mess around him. "A few," he answered shortly. "Nothing concrete enough."

It was clear to both Marko and Celia that the two elder vampires were sharing thoughts, on a channel they weren't welcome on as of yet. If David was their leader, then Dwayne was his righthand man… er, vamp.

While they discussed Marko sidled closer to Celia, wrapping her in a one-armed embrace she leaned into.

"Where is Paul," he asked suddenly, deciding it was best not to push just yet. "Did he like his present?"

She grinned, thankful for a distraction. Her mind was whirring with what she had done, wondering how much of it was truth. How much had been residual feelings human Celia had buried under careful layers of dirt mixing with the sire bond?

And he had nearly died. It had not occurred to her then, during the rush of hormones and blood exchanged freely, but he was white as a sheet still, despite her blood. He had lost too much, too quickly, the hunters very adept at hitting him where it would hurt, and with weapons designed to leave wounds that kept bleeding.

Yet there he stood tall, as though it was not a strain at all to do so. Celia understood for the first time just why he had commandeered all their respects, not simply from being the eldest. He was a leader to the very core of himself, made of stronger steel than Celia even knew existed except in novels and crappy period dramas the television ran at night.

For the first time it hit her that he was her sire, that this otherworldly creatures blood coursed through her veins darkly. His strength was hers. And she had a lot to live up to because of it.

These hunters would have bludgeoned her if they had gone after her. She was weak, she was too young to survive on her own, and she was a burden to her coven. In so far they had been tolerant, loving even, of it all. The first few decades were always difficult, that was what Dwayne had told her.

She had to become stronger, as strong as she was able; at least, knowing even Paul's strength was out of her reach for now. It would take centuries to reach the ability of David and Dwayne.

"He loved it," she answered finally. "Probably is still having fun."

Marko laughed a little. David was looking at Dwayne silently and finally he shifted.

"I don't know how you reached that conclusion and I don't care to know," he muttered, tossing his cigarette away.

Dwayne shrugged casually but his eyes still pressed the fact he was right, to which David conceded. "Fine."

"Marko, take Celia for some food. Dwayne and I will clean this up."

Celia startled. "But-"

Dwayne waved her away. His hand dropped onto her shoulder as he guided her away. "There are things you don't need to see, Chiquita… don't worry, and I'll get him fed, too."

Celia nodded after Marko bounced up beside her. They left together, and Celia knew her imp wouldn't give her any answers so she remained silent. She took out her frustrations on the humans foolish enough to get in her path. Marko watched it all, caught by her beauty and how glorious she looked covered in blood that glittered in the moonlight.

When they returned to the cave she jumped him, and he went easily, knowing he knew best how to relieve her, that his own had trained her body. He left her sleepy and content by dawn, when he felt his brothers return. He gave her sleeping face a last look before he tugged on his clothing and went to the main cave.

"Well," he asked calmly.

Paul was bouncing around, quite literally high from the morphine Marko had injected into that human girls blood. Dwayne lounged on the couch, Laddie perched in his lap now his favorite brother had returned, chattering eagerly. David was shedding his leather jacket and had already changed into different jeans. No matter he was a vampire used to worse, the mess in his other pants couldn't have been nice to deal with.

"We got a few leads," he murmured enigmatically, dropping into his wheelchair.

Marko huffed and went next to him, dropping to his knees so he could use the elder's lap as a table.

"C'mon the suspense is killing me. Who had the balls to sic hunters on you?"

"Somebody with more balls than brain," Paul joked. It caused a small thrum of laughter in them all.

"Funnily enough, I doubt they even know they have balls to play with, yet." Dwayne snorted. His big hand ruffled Laddie's hair when the child gave him a confused look.

Paul and Marko exchanged looks, the blond rocker arching a brow.

Marko whined in his best voice. "Daddy David! Tell me, who we get to kill."

David chuckled, ignoring the way Marko's nails extended and pierced through his jeans and sliced his thigh. Always so bloodthirsty, his curly haired imp of a brother. Even if it was the coven blood, so long as he drew it and it was not dangerous.

"Tell me, Marko, when you were a kid did you ever chase frogs?"

The small face before him leaned away, scrunching up. "Er, what?"

"Frogs… you know, chasing them through fields and swampy grass?"

Marko gave him a droll stare. "Yeah, David they were always in my life. They crawled right out of the concrete."

David swatted him playfully before looking at Paul. "What about you Paul?"

Paul had since dropped onto his back. He rolled over onto his stomach and ignored the way the dirt clung to him. "Nah, man. I grew up in the city, like my man here."

The two blondes exchanged nods of acknowledgment. Dwayne and David smirked.

"Must be a generational thing," Dwayne commented.

Marko giggled. "Must be, Gramps."

David hummed lowly. "Well, we can't have our two youngest boys missing out on such a… fun, boyish right of passage."

"Catching frogs," Paul asked doubtfully.

"Catching frogs," David agreed, his fingers deciding to idly comb through the tight blond curls before him. Marko was acting like a dog or a small child, and David felt like indulging.

"I think we're over their heads, David." Dwayne commented softly.

"Be more specific then."

"Well, Celia doesn't call them frogs. She calls them toads, maybe that's the confusion."

Confusion was slowly replaced by understanding and they all grinned. Marko felt vicious intent swirl within him. He hadn't forgotten that one of them had driven a stake through him, forcing him to kill Celia, something he had wondered at being able to do for weeks before that fateful day. He also had not forgotten that they had also staked Celia herself, yet again forcing him to confront emotions he thought better off dead as a doornail.

"Can we go catch frogs too?" Laddie looked up at Dwayne casually. He hadn't understood many of the innuendos the boys threw around like confetti but he knew it sounded fun. Not the killing he was sure they were hinting at, but actually innocently catching a frog.

Dwayne ruffled his hair again. "Tomorrow, night, little man."

Marko was still grinning when they all went to sleep. This was going to be bloody fun.

End chapter

Author note: Ah, another one done. Sorry for the long wait you all, I was on vacation. And when I got back, it was a minute to settle. Hope this was worth the wait! See you all next time.