Title - Back With A Vengence

By - PheonixFireBlack

Summary - David didn't die and he's back with a vengence; Michael didn't go back to normal; The two have created a new Lost Boys gang and they go out on the town every night. The only problem in their seemingly perfected pack is the one that just moved in; Jezebel Atwood. She's a Vampire Siren that kills her seduced victims. Too bad they don't know that when they meet her...

Category - Misc. Movies - The Lost boys

Genre - General

Feedback - Yes! Please! I don't do this all for nothing, you know! lol!

Critisism - Again: Yes! Please! Look! Look! I'm ASKING you to critisice me! Whatever you give to me, I shall not accept as a flame, for I believe I am actually ASKING for them.

Disclaimer - Yes. Of course I own The Lost Boys. I was very conflicted on the fact of if I should make a sequel. However, it took me over a decade to realize that. rolls eyes yeah...right. If it was mine, there would have been a sequel a year or two (three years, tops) later. I don't own, I said so, you can't sue. There! Problem solved! Case closed, class dismissed. End of story. (Not the actual story, just the Disclaimer one.) wink

Claimer - All that yammering about how I don't own anything, and here I am, claiming something. Yay! I do own SOMETHING! Angel, Jezebel, Myles, & Spike are mine. See? There are four that I own. grin

Notes - Just saw the movie for the first time a couple of days ago and loved it! Decided to write a fan fic on it. Here it is. Anyway, I think appearances by the Frog brothers & Sam are in order, but I'm not making a garuntee for anything. On with the fic! First chapter written near the end and in David's P.O.V. Read it, enjoy it, love it, live it, review it. grins & waves Later!

Prologue - Sorry folks, I'm not dead...

The last thing I remember before blanking out was saying, "It is too late, my blood is in your veins!"; Michael yelled back, "So is mine!" That's all that was said before I was shoved onto a pair of antlers. I remember screaming out in pain and even feigning death.

I listened as Max droned on; it wasn't anything too important. I don't even remember a word of what he said. I know the jest of it, sure. He was explaining how he had wanted to get the Emerson boys into the "family" and how he knew that once that was done, their mother wouldn't refuse. All the man wanted was a family. Oh, well. I guess it's true that you don't always get what you want in life.

I heard the weird trumpet-like sounds of the old man's jeep. I watched as Michael shoved Max towards one of the stakes that came flying off the jeep; they must have been in the back...maybe the front, I'm not sure, I couldn't see that far.

I remember thinking that Michael had no idea what he had just let himself get into. We never did tell him that his first kill had to be human...and it doesn't. Since he shoved Max towards the stake...he opened himself up for some hell. Too bad he won't be able to get that relationship with Starr. Oh, well. That's not my problem to deal with. I have to make sure they get me out of here and far enough away that they won't know I didn't die. I just had to wait.

It was later that night when I felt the pain of the antlers leave my chest. It took everything I had in me not to move or do anything that would make them realize I'm not really dead yet. Those things hurt like hell and it felt good as anything when they were sticking in me anymore. I'm not sure where they took me, exactly. I know it was Michael, Star, Laddie, and Sam that did the body disposals, but I'm not sure where they took me. They put me and the rest of the bodies lying around their house in black garbage bags. Dark as night in those things. That was good, of course. It was even better that they used two; Now I know I won't be going out because of the sun. It won't be able to reach me like that.

It was later still when I found out where we were. The bridge from the first night that we turned Michael. They were going to dump us off the edge of it, isn't that so nice of them? I found out where we were when, someway or another, the bag snagged a small hole. Damn. Now sunlight can get in. Oh, well, that won't matter for long. I'll be out of here as soon as they leave. Just before they were going to throw me off the bridge, I heard Starr.

"Wait!" She shouted. I heard her walk over to where I was and open the bag. I never thought I meant anything to her, but she had teardrops on her cheeks. For some reason, she leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. I guess it was supposed to be some kind of closure or something. Maybe I could do the gal a favor later. With that, the bag was back on and I was thrown off the bridge. I heard Starr say one last thing, though. "I'll miss you, David..."

Here I am, alive and well. Ok, so I'm not technically alive, but I'm not gone like the others. As I sit here in this cave...I have to wonder if Michael has figured out that he didn't return to normal. I have a feeling he has. Ahh, I bet that sun hit him hard...It always does. Maybe I'll pay the kid a visit...maybe even Starr since she said she'd miss me and all. I wonder how she'll take to the fact that I'm still alive? Or better yet, how will Michael react? He was the one that had supposed killed me, after all. How would you feel if you thought you'd killed someone and they suddenly showed up on your doorstep one night? Not too hot, huh? Yeah, I didn't think so. I guess I'll just have to give a couple of old friends a visit. This should be fun.

Notes - Alright, that's done. Don't yell at me for the length, it's a PROLOGUE! ...Which I've never actually done before...huh...that's weird. Anyway, what did you think? Are you interested enough to wonder when the next chapter will be out? Oh, and do you think I got David alright? I think I did, but...I'm not sure. Tell me what you think so I know, please.

Give me a buzz and let me know!

Later days,

PFB