Lorelai walked along the beach, enjoying the darkness and silence for once. The silence meant that she was alone, and while that was the case for most of her life, she would have music or the tv playing on the background or even have the noises outside to keep her company. And the dark always creeped her out, mainly because she didn't know what was out there, the inevitable was what frightened her the most. Normally, she despised both, but today was a particularly bad day for her. She woke up from a nightmare at 2 in the morning about her stepfather and his friends, and by then her heart was racing so much that she couldn't fall back asleep. Then at work, she had to deal with the rudest customers she had ever seen and pretend like it was alright that they were yelling at her for no reason.

She hadn't been to the beach in a few weeks, mainly because she wanted to spend some time with her father before he left for his meetings with his students. But now that he was going to be gone for a few weeks for the convention and she had a bad day, she decided that she needed a good beach night; she deserved it after all the crap she had endured this past week. If her father had been home, she could have ranted to him while stuffing her face with greasy pizza (her fathers solution for any problem was to eat the worst food possible), but he had left early this morning and talking about her issues over the phone just never settled her enough. It was a cooler night then when she was last here, the wind was blowing her long hair away from her face, thankfully, and luckily the dress she was wearing was long enough that it wasn't going to blow upwards. While she was lost in thought, she hadn't realized that there was someone just infront of her, standing and just staring at the ocean, their silhouette dark against the light color sand, dark enough that she couldn't make out who it was. She was going to walk around them as to not interrupt their deep thoughts, but as she got closer, she stopped in her tracks, eyes widening. It was one of those bikers, the one with the curly hair and green eyes. In her opinion, he was the least threatening out of them all in appearance, with his rounder face and the gentle blond curls that fell into his eyes, but he gave off the same vibe that the others had, the one that made people avoid them at all costs. She was considering on just passing right by him, but while the others weren't anywhere in sight, she didn't want to risk running into them seeing how they normally travel in a pack, not while her night was just finally getting better. So Lorelai settled with just walking back the same way she came, although right before she turned, the boys green eyes flashed up towards her, causing her to look down and turn quickly, the thin material of her dress billowing around her legs. 'Great, just what I was trying to avoid. So much for a better night now.'

Marko decided to go to the beach while the others were on the boardwalk. They hadn't been able to find the girl that Sam met which was strange; it was like she didn't exist. Days turned into weeks with no sight of the brown haired girl, but they were at the boardwalk every night hoping that she would return. But she didn't come back, and that was really pissing David off, which in turn brought them all into bad moods. Finally, Marko decided to break off from the rest of them, stating that he was going to scan the beach for her and maybe pick off a few drunks. He couldn't stand it when David got into one of his moods, he would glare at anyone that got too close and was rather silent to him and the others. Marko kicked the sand around for a few minutes, taking his frustration out on the ground before he stopped at the waters edge, watching the moons reflection on the water. He was just staring off across the ocean and not really paying attention to his surroundings, mentally complaining about what the big deal was about this girl. Sure, it was a pain that there was a human out there that may or may not know about Sam's lack of aging, but why were they so focused on finding her right now? As a cool breeze blew the opposite direction for the first time that night, he got a whiff of someone who smelled really good, their blood giving off hints of vanilla and lavender, a very warm and unique scent, a very familiar one at that. He looked up, just catching the girl in question as she turned. He had to admit, she was very pretty in the moonlight more enchanting than when he first saw her, her light hair shinning and her white dress moving in the wind. He almost laughed out loud when he thought about the woman in white ghost stories he used to hear as a kid, her image almost matching what he thought the ghosts would look like.

Lorelai didn't hear the boy move, but out of the corner of her eye she saw him matching her stride on her right side, a long earring dangling from his ear, reflecting light from the boardwalk back at her. "I think I've seen you around before, haven't I?" Lorelai nodded, though she focused her gaze back to the sand, not brave enough to meet the boys eyes. She could feel his stare boring into the side of her face and could practically hear the smirk from the tone of his voice. Normally, she wouldn't care and she quite enjoyed making eye contact, but these bikers, they triggered something inside of her that tore her in two directions: one screamed for her to run away and the other yearned for her to talk to them, to be near them, and so far she had been listening to the former.

" Yeah, I think I remember you and your friends. You guys have the really nice bikes." She knew that being alone with this guy probably wasn't the best of her ideas seeing how most of the Santa Carla residents kept their distance from the boys, but she knew that if she screamed, someone would have to hear her, right? When he chuckled, she felt her cheeks get warm and instantly she began to panic . Why would she bring up the damn bikes.

"You like motorcycles?" Lorelai sighed and shook her head.

'Great, way to embarrass yourself.' "Not in the slightest. I just think they look… cool?" 'Cool? Really? Just perfect, why don't you dig yourself a bigger hole.' Marko watched the girl closely. He could feel her emotions running wild as she had a small mental conversation with herself. He and the boys were good at reading emotions and feeling thoughts, they could feel the small after-waves that humans would let out, but this girl? They came off of her like tidal waves, as if she had so much emotion built up and her thoughts were screaming, they were just pouring out of her. And while her face did show off most of her emotions, she only revealed what she wanted, not nearly showing everything that she was feeling, which intrigued Marko; not many humans were good enough to put up masks around them. "I really don't know much about bikes. One of my old friends repaired them and I would just sit there and try not to touch anything. She attempted to teach me about them once and it went into one ear and out the other. God Im sorry, I must be rambling and annoying you." Marko shook his head, smiling behind his thumb that was raised to his mouth, a nervous tick that he couldn't kick when he was around strangers.

"Not at all. Did you say old friend? Are you new to Santa Carla?" Marko knew that she wasn't new necessarily, but he also knew that there really wasn't any point to get to know her too well because she would be dead by the end of the night, just like David said. But there was something in the back of his head, something that he was trying to ignore and he knew the others felt it too; he really wanted to get to know her for some reason. He could have killed her the moment that he saw her turn her back towards him, but he didn't, instead he began to walk with her and talk.

"Well, I'm newer. I grew up in Santa Carla, so did my parents. But I moved away to New Jersey with my mom a few years ago." She stopped herself from spilling the rest to this handsome stranger, best not to scare him away with her baggage just yet. Or maybe that was the better option, get him to walk away from her because of her past problems, then she wouldn't have to worry about these bikers anymore. Marko raised an eyebrow, looking over at her now sullen face.

"And now you're back?" Marko didn't know why he cared, but at her sudden mood change he felt concerned, the sadness and fear hitting him hard. She waved her hand at the question, trying to dismiss it entirely; she wouldn't even talk to her father about these things, let alone this stranger. They had walked the stretch of the beach and were now on the steps of the boardwalk.

"It really doesn't matter." Marko looked around, catching the eye of David who was standing down the boardwalk from them, watching with a frown. He nodded, causing David to lean over to the other guys to tell them that Marko had the girl that they were trying to find. When Lorelai saw Marko looking off to the side and saw the others, she shook her head, beginning to walk backwards away from the curly haired boy infront of her. "You know what, I really have got to be going. It was nice to actually talk to you." She turned, walking away into a crowd of people. Marko of course heard her, but he didn't really pay any attention until the scent of her blood drifted away. He looked around, cursing silently under his breath. He knew fully well by now that if this girl wanted to disappear, she could do it with no problem.

Lorelai didn't want to handle all of the boys at once, she was barley able to handle a conversation with one of them without making a fool of herself. So she just slipped away into the crowd of the boardwalk, hoping to get away from them before they came over to where she and Marko were standing. Taking a quick glance behind her, she wanted to make sure that none of them had followed her, but of course she ran into a broad chest, almost knocking herself backwards to the ground. If it wasn't for the fact that the person grabbed her around her waist, she would have been sprawled out on the wooden ground. Her breath was knocked out of her and her eyes were closed tight, bracing herself for the fall that never happened.

"Whoa girl, don't go falling for me just yet." Lorelai's eyes flew open, taking in the person who had caught her. It was the wild blond biker that she had ran into, which startled her because the last time that she saw him, he was with the others who were walking over to her and the curly blond. The wild blond was laughing at her misfortune, dark blue eyes sparkling, and while she wanted to be angry that he allowed her to walk into him, she couldn't help but laugh lightly at her own clumsiness, though she was still confused on how she could have possibly ran into him.

"Im sorry, I didn't mean to run into you." She looked up at his face, at his bright smile and shinning deep blue eyes and realized that he was even more attractive up close than she first thought when she saw him at a distance . The moment that their eyes met, the blonds smile turned into more of a smirk and his eyes shone with mischief. Lorelai was silent for a few moments as they remained locked in a stare before she cleaned her throat, tapping one of his hands that were still locked around her waist. She wasn't a huge fan of others touching her, especially not since what happened before she moved back to Santa Carla. "Um, excuse me…." He shook his head before smiling, and instead of letting her go, to her dismay, he wrapped a single arm around her shoulder, pulling her even closer to his side and forcing her to walk slowly through the crowd with him back to the group she was just running from.

She was tense under his arm, Paul could feel her stiffness at the contact they shared, which only made it more fun for him. Normally, girls threw themselves at him, forcing him to throw an arm around them in some way, but this girl didn't seem to want to be anywhere near him, let alone touch him. It was a nice change of pace honestly, not that he would say anything out loud.

"Oh don't worry about it chica, you can stay right here next to me." Lorelai laughed loudly, followed by her hand quickly flying to her mouth in shock. She never laughed loudly in public, especially not in tight crowds like this one which caused the people around them to glance over at them once before dismissing the pair. She wasn't laughing at his attempt at humor, she was more laughing at the fact that he had the guts and the nerve to keep holding her and say something like that when clearly she wasn't comfortable. But Lorelai had to admit, she could totally get used to blonds arm hanging over her shoulder, keeping her close, but not right now. Besides, she would never give him the satisfaction. After clearing her throat and trying to forget her embarrassingly loud outburst, she looked back up at the grinning blond, raising an eyebrow.

"Ok, i'll bite. Who exactly am I supposed to be staying right next to?" The blond chuckled darkly at something Lorelai said, almost like there was an inside joke in something that she said, but after re-thinking the sentence through, she couldn't find anything she said to be funny.

"My name is Paul. But I think the more interesting question would be what is your name?" She hummed, slowing lifting his hand off of her shoulder, allowing it to drop between them. Paul pouted, placing a hand over his heart in mock hurting, though his blond eyes were full of humor.

"I don't think that I am going to tell you that." Paul side-stepped infront of her, causing Lorelai to hesitate slightly, but followed him nonetheless as he walked backwards, somehow skillfully dodging the people behind him.

"And why won't you tell me?" Lorelai knew that if she was too so much attempt to do what Paul was doing, she would have fallen on her own ass. But with Paul, he was graceful almost in his movements, extremely light on his feet despite how tall he was. People all but parted away from the blond when they saw him approaching their direction, making Lorelai shake her head. 'All the more reason you shouldn't be by these guys. No one else wants to get near them'

"Well you know what they say, don't give strangers your name." Paul smirked, but it quickly fell when Lorelai raised a finger at him. "And no, just because I know your name does not mean you aren't a stranger, but I admire your attempt." Lorelai hadn't even noticed that she and Paul had stopped walking until she heard the quiet laughter around her, causing her heart to drop as her green eyes flickered around at the group that she stood in the middle of. She glared over at Paul, who returned her look with a bright smile, acting innocent with a small shrug.

"I thought that you might like to meet some of my friends. That way we wouldn't be considered strangers." Lorelai cursed the blond infront of her for leading her to the group she had been trying to avoid before shifting the blame onto herself; she should have known better than to let the attractive biker lead her over to the rest of the guys.

Lorelai's eyebrows pulled together as she dropped her eyes to the wooden boardwalk, letting out a frustrated sigh. 'To hell with this day.'