A/N: I thought I'd mix it up some and tell it from someone else's perspective. Say hello to David.

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"David…David, I need you here. All of you. Please. Please, please, please…"

David hadn't heard Samantha cry like that in months. It was like her episodes all over again, but a lot more painful. After all of her progress, he hadn't expected to hear such a sound come from her lips. Of course, he'd rallied the Boys and of course, they'd took off like bats out of Hell to see what was wrong with their Lost Girl as soon as the sun went down.

Fuck the neighbors and what they think of a bunch of dirty bikers coming into the neighborhood, David thought as they entered the complex. Prissy ass bitches can mind their own business.

Without saying a word, the Boys killed their engines in front of Samantha's house and took off across the small lawn to get to the door. David smelled the fear in the air and heard someone crying inside as he fit the key into the lock.

His blue eyes landed on chaos as he pushed open the door. Samantha's jacket and purse were strewn in front of the door. Pillows and random stuffies were thrown everywhere in the living room. Cushions on the couches were upheaved. And pacing all among that was a very disheveled, muttering Samantha.

"Anyone have her emergency meds on them?" Dwayne asked, jumping right into action.

"I know where they are!" Paul said, bouncing on his toes.

"Me too!" Marko offered, waving his hand in the air.

"Well, one of you go get them and the other get her some water."

David watched his brothers run off and then dismissed them. He walked over to Samantha slowly so he wouldn't startle her and moved into her path. Samantha looked at him with wide, wet eyes and he did a quick glance over, taking everything in.

She's been crying for God knows how long…if someone fucking hurt her, I'm going to make sure they feel my fangs in their afterlife.

"David!" Samantha cried before shaking her head and trying to turn away.

The Lost Boy caught hold of her and kept her in place. "Samantha, what's wrong? Is it the voices? Or did someone hurt you and triggered the voices?"

Samantha winced. "Voices. Images." She waved a hand before her face. "Everything going bad." She looked at him. "He died."

"Who died?"

"Grandpa died," Samantha cried, a tear falling down her cheek. "He died and I didn't get to call him back! I promised! David, I promised him!"

David gathered her in his arms and let her beat her fist against his chest. His eyes turned to Dwayne as he picked up Samantha's phone. The dark haired Lost Boy shook his head.

"One of her sisters messaged it this afternoon," he announced, looking at David. "He was in his late seventies and gave into complications from the virus." His eyes softened. "That's her second grandfather to die from complications from this thing, David, in less than two years. Her remaining one is on a walker because of it. Can't she catch a break?"

David didn't answer. He hated this virus and what it was doing to his girlfriend. True, it made hunting a bit harder with people staying indoors more, but he could care less about himself when Samantha's heart was constantly breaking and she was being forced to endure hardship after hardship because of some damn pandemic.

I should take her away from this. Turn her. Take away the disadvantages that she has in this form.

David, you made a promise to her to wait until she got herself balanced out. You can't just turn her.

Yeah, man. She might want to break up with you for some sexy thing.

Why, thank you Marko. I didn't think you thought that of me.

David stroked Samantha's hair as she cried against his chest. She hit him open palmed several times and tried scratching herself, but he didn't let her. Paul appeared shortly with a bottle of green pills and Marko with water.

"Time to take your medicine, Sammy," Paul said, shaking the pill bottle.

Her breath hitched and she stopped crying. Samantha turned her face away from David's chest and looked at the two blonds offering her things. She patted David's chest and he loosened his hold on her. The Goth moved away from him, took the bottle out of Paul's hand, accepted the water from Marko, and sat on her couch to stare quietly at them.

"One pill," David instructed as she opened the pill bottle.

"I know. One pill. I'm not dumb…or suicidal…whatever." Samantha plucked out a pill, sealed the bottle, and threw it at him. "God, you treat me like a child."

David caught the bottle and put it on the coffee table. He sat on the table directly in front of her and looked at her, studying.

"There's more to this than the death of your grandpa," he stated, watching the different emotions flash in her eyes. "You're holding back."

"My therapist says I'm good at that," Samantha commented wryly, swallowing the pill and chasing it down with water. "Makes progression harder."

"Spill, Sammy," Dwayne instructed, making a gimme motion with his hand.

"How about fuck you and fuck what I'm feeling right now." Samantha put her face in her hands. "Ugh! I didn't mean that. I just…I didn't mean that." She took a shaky breath. "I'm not Sammy."

"Then who are you?" Marko asked, biting his thumbnail.

"You look like Sammy to us," Paul pointed out.

"Well, I'm not. And I don't know who I am." Samantha dropped her hands and looked at the Boys with sad eyes. "I thought I had that all figured out when I moved, but now I'm not so sure. I don't feel like Samantha anymore. That's a name that feels alien to me and it always makes me feel like I'm in trouble when people use it."

"Then what do you want us to call you?" David asked, watching her.

"What?" Samantha blinked at him.

God, she's cute when she's clueless.

"What name do you want us to call you by?" David asked, smirking a little.

"Um…I don't know? I thought I couldn't change my name because -?"

"Anyone can change their names, Sammy," Paul told her with a large grin. "It has nothing to do with gender roles."

Samantha blinked again. "Oh. Well, what would you like to call me?"

David held up two fingers to visibly silence his Boys for Samantha's benefit. "We're not helping you with this one, sweetheart. You've got to come to a decision on your own. We'll offer our opinions on it, but ultimately, it's up to you."

Samantha looked at each of them in turn, but they remained silent. Even their thoughts were silent for once in their long history together. David watched as Samantha pulled out her cell phone and started typing something in. Her thumb moved over the screen and her heartbeat skipped once.

"Callisto," she whispered before raising her gaze to meet his. "Calli for short. But it's a moon name."

"And you're all about the moon," Paul laughed.

"Hi Calli," Marko said, waving his hand.

David took the phone out of the newly christened Calli's hands and opened her social media. He pressed a few buttons and her profile's name changed to reflect her decision. His eyes strayed on her cover image – a picture of her with all the Boys including Laddie, looking happy as can be. He remembered that day; she'd gotten a better fitting leather jacket from them then.

"Welcome to the club, Calli," David said, handing the phone back to her.

"What's this?" Calli asked, lifting an eyebrow. "You're not going to call me 'Callisto' to be different from the others, David?"

David shook his head and ignored the question. "What else are you hiding from us? From me?"

There was always something more. Something that Calli did not say when she was speaking to anyone about her problems. Even him. Most of the time, he was willing to let it go because she spoke when she slept and that's usually when he found out what it was. But she'd called the Boys here with him and she wasn't getting away with any unconnected dots this time.

Calli bit her bottom lip, worrying it for a moment. He hated when she did that. Why ruin good lips like that by chewing on them? That was his job.

"I feel like I'm a failure," Calli decided, looking at her hands rather than at him. "I haven't done anything that I said I was going to do in who knows how long. I haven't painted. I haven't put on my black lipstick as much as I used to say I would. Hell, I sleep most of the day and laundry and dishes are piling up to reflect that. I don't know where my cat is half the time and I don't pay attention to him nearly enough. I spend all my money on bills and useless junk. I don't go outside on adventures anymore. I haven't been to the boardwalk in weeks because I haven't felt well enough to deal with people and their bullshit, even though you Boys are always right there." She sighed. "I just…I'm letting my depression cripple me again and I don't know how to get out from under it all. It's a crushing weight and even your vampire strength can't lift that."

"Come again?" Dwayne asked. He glanced at the others. "Did she just do what I think she did?"

"I feel like she issued a challenge," Paul commented, looking excited. "What do you think, Marko?"

"I think you're right, Paul." Marko smiled brightly. "Calli issued a challenge."

"Then it's time for us to take Calli for a little ride," David decided, smirking as he held Calli's gaze. "Show her what life is really all about."

Calli's eyes were wide, but he could see the excitement sparking in them. He held his hand out to her and when she placed her small hand in his, he rose to his feet, pulling her effortlessly up with him. The platinum haired Lost Boy stroked her cheek with a gloved hand.

"The world is ready for you to come back, Calli," he told her in a soft voice. "Greet it with us."

Calli offered him a little smile. "Well, since you asked so nicely, asshole."

"Yes! We've got our Lost Girl back!" Paul shouted, throwing a fist in the air.

"Paul, the neighbors," Calli warned.

"Yeah, Paul. The neighbors," Marko said with an eyeroll.

"Fuck you neighbors!" Paul and Dwayne shouted, throwing proud middle fingers in the air.

Calli paled and looked at David for support. He smirked and wrapped an arm around her, guiding her towards the front door. He kicked her purse and jacket into the air and Dwayne caught hold of them.

"It's time to party," David said, opening the door and letting the night in. "This time, we're bringing the moon with us."

Pink colored Calli's cheeks at his words, but he meant what he said. She was his moon and stars. And he'd kill anyone that got in their way.

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A/N: What did you think? Let me know in the review box and I'll get back to you. And have a good night. -Scarlet