Okay, here we og again, a new chapter in my little experiment  And, wow, I've already got reviews. Amazing.. Anyway, I do not own David or any of the lost boys. Adrienne is mine, however. So, thanks for making me continue and for reading. Please review. Enjoy.

The Smell Of Death

I woke up several hours later. The clock was, I guessed, about two. I felt cold feeling on my skin. It didn't take much time for me to find out that the reason was because I was naked. I felt Adrienne's naked body against mine, as I lay with my belly tightly against her back. It felt like everything in the world made sense, and I was still in ecstasy because of our pleasing act earlier that night.

Suddenly I felt a shiver running down my spine, as if something was terribly, terribly wrong.

"Adrienne?" I said uncertainly, and kissed her carefully on the neck. Then I backed of in panic. Something wasn't like it was supposed to. Her neck didn't taste like her cool skin at all, it tasted like… blood.

I hurried to grab her head and turned her around to face me. A pair of pale, dead eyes met me, and my mouth froze in a shocked expression. I scanned the sight of her, and then I saw were the blood taste came from.

Her throat and neck was not just swollen up, they contained deep flings, like someone had bit it. The blood kept running down her beautiful breasts, which no longer contained breath. I touched the blood on her neck and rubbed it on my own lips, crying. I didn't know what I did or what I was going to do. Truth is, I didn't really care. All I cared was to find out who did this, right now. But I was weak. I couldn't do anything. I let out a heartbroken cry and tears kept steaming down my cheeks.

"Oh god, no," I whimpered, finally able to say something. I clutched the body of her closer to mine. No. She couldn't be dead. No…

Then I had the cold feeling in my guts again. Another chill. Something more wrong?

I swung my legs out of the bed, finally being able to let go of my beautiful Adrienne. I didn't bother to put on more clothes than my black pants, before I rushed to the door. Then I noticed that the door was no longer locked. It was open. Who could have done that? Mom…?

I hurried to open the door and ran downstairs, praying in my mind that mom hadn't gone crazy. What if it indeed had been her that did it? Perhaps she was afraid that Adrienne would take her son away, and then she got mad and…

But my expression froze once more when I saw her, lying on the floor. The same pool of blood was under her head, the same blood was steaming from her neck, and the same tear filled up my eyes.

I cried again as I rushed towards her, and wrapped my hands around her shoulders, whimpering into her bloody hair.

"Please, let all of this be just a nightmare," I prayed in silence, though I did not believe in God. I only did this once. I needed them to be alive.

"What are you crying about, son?" A voice suddenly said. I gasped in panic and turned around, only to face the space between the wall and me.

"Who's there?" I said, my voice getting high-pitched with panic. I rushed up and grabbed a knife from the kitchen. "SHOW YOURSELF, GODDAMNED IT!"

"Why this anger, David? Now your mother won't be here anymore to walk over you, or tell you what to do, will she?"¨

I slowly turned my head in the direction of the voice. Blood pumped wildly in my veins and my brain seemed to explode. The voice was so familiar. Where did I hear that voice before?

Then I saw the root of all evil. The man who killed the only persons I cared about. I could still see drops of their blood on the tip of his lips. Then my eyes scrolled higher, and my eyes dug into his. I recognized him now, even though his eyes were blurry behind his glasses in the dark. Mom and I had been to the video store earlier that week, and we borrowed the original version of Nosferatu. I was so glad to find it, because it was a rare film down here. And when we paid for the film, those same eyes met me. Max was his name. It was written on a badge on his chest.

He took of his glasses and I gasped when I saw the orange and red colours of his eyes.

"You… Monster!" I screamed as I ran towards him without thinking. I stabbed the knife wildly around in the darkness, but suddenly there was no flesh to hit anymore.

Without any warning, he suddenly stood behind me, grabbed my arms and made me loose my knife. My panting got heavy and wild. What would he do to me? Would he drink my blood as well? And why? Was he some sort of a monster? I felt tears in my eyes again.

"Hush," I whispered, his lips so close to my skin I could smell his bad breath.

"A pretty boy like you shouldn't be that upset about things. You should learn to be grateful about things you've already got, like the night with that beautiful girl of yours…"

"Don't you ever mention her again, you monster- AAH!" I started, but felt only pain when he gripped harder at my arms and dragged me closer to him. I was weak, hurt and helpless.

"I've been watching you lately, David," he whispered into my ear, making my spine shiver again. I sobbed, tears again breaking free from the corner of my eye.

"W-why me?" I asked, my voice shivering.

"Oh, not just you," he said, and I could hear him smirking. What? Why would he do that?

"You, David, and three other kids; Marco, Dwayne and Paul. And the reason? All four of you were lost boys, doomed before you died. None of you lived a happy life, and the people surrounding you stood in your way of becoming something, didn't they?"

"My mom never stood in the way," I said weakly. I tried again to struggle out of his grip, but he was way too strong. His hands crossed firmly over my bare chest. I felt uncomfortable.

"However, I'm going to make you mine, and you will be the mightiest persons in the entire country. Everybody will fear you and have respect for you. For now what have you got to loose?"

I didn't say anything, but I felt something terribly wrong in the air. What did he mean by that? What would he do to me? I felt I was getting scared and I felt alone. I knew that if I screamed, nobody would hear me. We lived too far away, and it was in the middle of the night still.

"Drink this, my beloved boy," he spoke softly as he held a bottle, which contained a red liquid in front of me. I kept my mouth shut. "No," I said sharply. "I refuse."

"You have no choice," he smirked, and grasped tighter around my wrists and dragged them closer to him. I screamed, and as I opened my mouth, he shoved the bottle inside it and pored the liquid down my throat.

As I swallowed, I felt a great wave of freedom. The liquid got right into me and I felt happy immediately. Perhaps it was some sort of strong alcohol?

"That's good," Max, said as I kept drinking. I had never felt such pleasure before. It could even compare with the feeling I felt when I slept with Adrienne. But now, Adrienne didn't seem to mean that much to me anymore. Neither did my mother. All I wanted was more.

"That's enough," he said and removed the bottle from my mouth. I hadn't squelched the thirst yet, no far from it.

"Please, more…" I said, and sank down on my knees. I suddenly felt weak again. Much weaker than before.

"No," he simply said and let go of my hands. I fell hardly down and crawled like a really slow animal on the floor, desperate to get away from him.

"My blood is very strong, that's why you want more, " He said. My blood froze and my heart skipped a beat. His blood? He didn't mean…

"What?" I said, my voice getting stronger. "I didn't just drink your blood, did I?"