The rest of the day Alan gave glances over at the store, his eyes shot at the boys entering and exiting the shop. Dusk was soon falling. The three boys ran out of the shop messing with each other. Sam was running around when he bumped into a man.

"Watch it kid, could get hurt or worse" he looked down having his grip on Sam's shoulder smiling. Sam looked up to see the dirty blonde hair man, he reeked of drink.

Saint walked out of the shop, the boys left out a sigh of relief as she came up and gave the keys to the cash register to him.

"It's her uncle dude" Edgar whispered to Sam.

"I'll be out..." Saint looked up at her uncle towering over her.

"Yeah whatever, I don't care what you do, just don't come back pregnant" he chuckled looking at the boys making them step away nervously.

Saint scoffed as she started walking down the boardwalk she stopped and read on a notice board of 4 boys all with descriptions, they were missing, she looked at it once more looking into their faces and walked away thinking nothing of it.

The boys watched her uncle walk inside the music store.

All of a sudden, they heard motorbikes from Saint's direction. Their eyes widened as they looked up and they sighed, they were just driving past. Ever since they killed off the vampires, they have been wary about motorcycles after dark, but Santa Carla was riddled in bikers, they even smiled when they noticed the missing poster signs for the blood suckers.

Alan wanted to go to follow Saint, but he didn't want to seem desperate

Sam kept going on about Saint. He almost started getting sexual about her teasing about her and Alan, but Alan cut him off and pushed him.

They decided to go to the fair and then the concert to "Bump" into her later.

Edgar didn't like Saint; he did like her but didn't seem to care as much as the two others. Sam seemed to like Saint too, but Alan wasn't sure what kind of way. Alan just knew he wanted her.

Saint made her way to the beach, she walked directly past the concert onto the deserted side of the beach where she took off her shoes and walked into the small shore, the small wave washed over her feet. She closed her eyes as the ocean cold air hit her face and her hair blew in the wind. She liked her alone time.

Saint had trouble back at home. She was always in trouble, arrested, fined, she wasn't very liked. She was in her own thoughts when she swore, she heard whispers and laughing. She jumped as a huge wave crashed onto the cliffs. She laid down on the small hill for a while then she started walking up the sandy hill onto a dirt road. She was walking for some time until she noticed something that caught her eye. An old entrance to a cave of some sort.

She hadn't been able to explore Santa Carla, so she was pretty excited. It was dark at this point, so she lit her lighter up and crawled into the cave. Cobwebs were everywhere and it stunk like death, flies were swarming everywhere. She jumped down into a pit and walked into one gigantic room, glass shattered everywhere, broken old picture frames shattered, she walked over to this shrine like bed with net curtains over it with silk blankets and a pillow sprawled across it. She laid on the bed looking up at the ceiling. She laid there for a while until she heard the whispering again. She shot up letting a gasp of fright out.

Sitting next was a bleach blonde hair boy sitting next to her, he looked to be 2/3 years older than her, she had to admit to herself he was quite attractive and seemed dark, but she got lost in his eyes.

"What-" she gasped again.

"Shhhh..." his voice whispered.

He leaned forward to her, as if he were about to kiss her but he pulled out behind her a bottle, a wine bottle, it looked like one she thought, but it had all these jewels on it.

He took a sip of it and savoured it leaning his head back in pleasure. He then looked back at Saint; she was shitting bricks but didn't want to say anything.

She heard the whispers and laughing again and looked around her, all she could see was a pigeon at the top of the collapsed looking cave wooing at her.

"I can tell you are an innocent one" he smirked.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she said hiding her fear and stood up away from him.

"Innocent soul, a virgin even? Mommy and Daddy are gone? A runaway? A lost girl?" he stood back up towering over her pinning her against the rocky wall.

Saint gulped as he said that.

He leaned closer towards her, for some reason she didn't move, she didn't want to move for some reason, she looked into his eyes, his blue eyes that started to change colour, his face leaned in closer, so they were nosed to nose.

"How do you-" she was cut off when he kissed her, she kissed back, when he pulled away and lifted up the wine bottle,

"Drink it innocent soul" he smirked.

Saint smokes and drinks, she didn't have a problem, but she felt nervous as she took the bottle and pressed her lips against the bottle and drank from it. The towering frightening man began to smile as she dropped the bottle, she started coughing viscously, it tasted nothing like wine, she fell to the ground where the man picked her back up violently.

"Did you fucking spike me? Who the fuck are you?" she yelled out trying to pry out of his grip.

The man was facing down onto the ground, she heard him laughing and a hissing like noise.

"Well. Saint, thank you for that, you set us free..." his head was still down cackling. More cackling and laughing was heard above her head at the high ceiling.

"W-wh-who the fuck are you and how do you know my name?" She trembled getting all choked up.

"We are the lost...and you're the damned!" he screamed as he lifted his face to show a completely hideous face, his eyes were a green, yellow colour and his teeth were out with fangs sharp as knifes.

Saint screamed in terror as he hit her face on the rocky wall, then she felt a sharp pain on her neck and then everything went pitch black.