Again, I own neither the lyrics nor the character of David from Lost Boys.
Chapter Four: "The red moon rising over you and me..."
In awe, Deirdra absorbed every detail of the city with her vampiric senses. She climbed off the back of David's bike, looking around in every direction as if the entire world were foreign to her. Grinning and watching her pridefully, David climbed off the motorcycle, one of the few items from his '80's existence he never could part with.
David guided her through dark, almost deserted streets and back alleys until finally they came to a small nightclub. Even from outside the club Deirdra could smell the rousing human blood and felt a dull ache inside her.
"Wait here," David instructed her briefly, leaving her alone in the alley and entering the building alone.
Upon entering the nightclub he was flooded with the smell, provoking his own blood lust. He searched minds for one of weak volition. Manipulation of the mind was a power he had long since possessed, and was adept at even in his existence 20 years earlier. And although all his powers had grown since then, manipulation still worked best and most completely if the mind he was manipulating was weak.
Finally he found one; a short young woman with long, dyed blond hair and exaggerated breasts. He wasn't surprised. Internally he mused over how most modern women had seemed to have lost their solidity. It seemed over the last 20 years he'd watched women, especially the young, retreat and accept being looked upon as inferior. She was willing prey. As he made eye contact with her she became quiet and motionless. He turned, leaving the club, and she followed him out into the alley.
Deirdra felt a slight disappointment when she saw the girl David had brought to her; secretly she'd wanted to taste the blood of a man, but her hunger was too strong for her to protest. David gave the girl a little push toward Deirdra and reminded her, "stop when the heart stops." He backed away and lingered in the alley until Deirdra had rendered the girl submissive, then returned to the nightclub to find his own prey.
Deirdra bit into the flesh of the neck, tearing the wound slightly and letting the blood flow into her mouth. The girl was young, perhaps younger even than Deirdra herself. David must have held a strong hold on the girl, for she was entirely expressionless until Deirdra had bit her. She had flinched at the pain but never struggled.
Her blood tasted like everything all at once. Intoxicating, smooth, sweet, bitter, cool, hot.
The girl's bosom pressed so tightly against her own had felt gravely wrong initially; Deirdra never having even dreamed of being so close to another woman in such a way. Now it felt necessary, as she seemed to share a body with this girl; her own heart beating on one side of her chest while the girl's heartbeat grew fainter on the other side. Finally she let the girl drop to the cold ground.
Soon David returned to her. He took her in his arms, kissing her and licking spilt blood from her chin and around her mouth. She kissed his neck and finally rested her head against his chest.
Holding her, David knew that with her by his side he could reach and surpass all his former power. He would rebuild everything he once had; not only obtain a small, close circle of his most trusted, but create larger covens. There was no one to hold him back from this dream now; no one to detain him to the immature acts of common menace as his maker had done two decades earlier. With this vampiress he would replenish their endangered race and spread their reach across foreign countries. The vampiri would once again rise as the dominant. In that moment he knew. He knew they could reign over the entire world.
End