A/N: Ru-roh?! Did I write something to make me feel better, that's also a piece of crap? Maybe? Am I doing it because I want to piss off the hormones that I don't have anymore? Also true. So yeah, thank Hades. Have fun.

OOOOOOOOOOO

David stood on the boardwalk, not liking what he was seeing. There was no way in hell that he was seeing what he was seeing. Not in a million years.

But standing near the coffee bar, he saw Calli – his Calli – talking with another man. And not just talking, she had her arm hooked around his and she was smiling and playing with her hair. Things she hadn't done when she was with him.

Get him, Davie!

No one takes our Calli girl!

Tear him into pieces!

David put his cigarette between his lips and slowly stalked towards the young pair. Calli seemed to sense him coming because her laughter died out and she turned, glancing at him. He saw the look in her eyes as she held his ice blue stare, unwavering. Lately, she'd been getting better at not backing down from his stare, but with her autism and her past, she would look away when she was overwhelmed.

And there she goes, David thought, watching her gaze slip away and focus on his nose.

"Calli," he said softly, pulling his cigarette from between his lips.

"Hey David," Calli said, brushing back a tendril of hair that had fallen in her face. "Whatcha doing here right now?"

"This is my turf," David told her as if it was obvious because it was. He gestured at her. "And if you've forgotten, you're my Lost Girl."

The boy at her side chuckled. "His Lost What?"

"Lost Girl," Calli said, glancing at him. "They're Lost Boys, I'm the only Lost Girl for now." She looked thoughtful. "Except for my friend overseas."

David rolled his eyes. "So, what are you doing with this punk, Calli? You know you've got so much better to choose from out of the four of us."

Calli waved her hand and made a face. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Calli turned to look at her friend and smoothed her fingers over his jacket. The boy looked smugly at David and brushed back a strand of Calli's hair.

"You want to go to that movie still?" he asked.

"Eh, not much for movies here in this town," Calli said, looking away. "Too much making out going on behind the seats and yada yada."

David smirked and helped himself to his cigarette. She should know something about that now. I got her to go topless in one of those movie theaters while I… He had to think of something else quickly as his pants tightened uncomfortably. And it's only a matter of time before the Boys decide to have their fun too…

Calli glanced over at David and gave him a playful smirk. She leaned her head lightly against the guy's arm and seemed to challenge him with her eyes.

You're no good at this game, kitten. Don't even try…

"So, Brad is a culinary wizard," Calli announced with a slight purr in her voice. "Went to culinary school and everything."

"Did he now?" David asked, looking at the boy.

The vampire held the boy's stare and saw into his mind, tracing back memories and thoughts. He smirked and put his cigarette to his lips.

"That what he tell you, kitten?" David asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Because I can assure you, there's no such thing as the Beverly Wayne Culinary School. Maybe in his dreams. But he's scamming you."

Brad bristled. "The fuck you say?! I know where I went and when I graduated! And I graduated at the top of my class!"

"Yeah, it's so easy to print off fake documents these days." David smirked at Calli. "Anyone can pass anything as real these days. Especially school diplomas, Bradley."

"Listen man, I don't know what your problem is, but you don't know shit about me," Brad snapped, glaring at David. "You don't own, Samantha, and you might as well just piss off."

David pulled his cigarette from his lips and let out a little growl. "What did you just call her?"

"Uh, her name. Samantha, duh." Brad looked at Calli and rolled his eyes. "Get a load of this guy. He doesn't even know your name."

But Calli didn't share in his joke. She wasn't even smiling. Samantha was her dead name, her past. She'd buried that name a long time ago, hoping never to see it again. David had helped her legally change everything to get rid of that trauma. The Boys had supported her from the very moment she changed her name to Sammy and then Callisto. There was no way that she would stand being called by her deadname.

"Her name is Calli, asshole," David growled before his eyes flashed onto Calli's. "Kitten, do you want to eat him or should I?"

Calli crossed her arms and sighed. "Either way, one of us is going to end up tasting gross." She put her forehead in her hand. "Just get the Boys to take care of it. You know that's what you really want to do."

David smirked. "You're right."

"What the fuck are you two on?" Brad demanded, looking at between the two of them.

"Bye Brad," Calli said, walking away from him. "And by the way, the name is Calli not Samantha. Not that it's going to matter in after tonight."

"What do you mean?" Brad asked, watching her move just behind David.

"You'll see," David promised before whistling.

The Boys came riding by on their bikes and Paul and Marko each grabbed an arm of the bastard, dragging him away. None of the boardwalk dwellers stopped to help or say anything. They just cleared a path and continued on with their night like nothing had ever happened.

"Well, that was disappointing," Calli said from behind David.

David flicked his cigarette aside and turned to face her. "What did you think you were doing, Calli?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Calli smoothed her hands up his chest and over his shoulders. "Now, where's my first kiss of the night?"

David caught hold of her wrists and held her firmly. "You were trying to flirt with another man in front of me, Calli. You know that's not allowed."

Calli wiggled a finger. "Unless it's Ryan Reynolds or Hugh Jackman."

"Shut up," David ordered, baring his teeth. He leaned in her face. "You're going to face the punishment."

"You're going to have to eat me then," Calli shot back.

David's tongue traced over his lips. "Oh, I plan on it. In public. Until you scream and can't walk anymore."

He could feel her body start trembling with excitement that she was trying to contain. She didn't like letting him know that he turned her on so easily, so quickly, but he did. David pulled her closer and grazed his nose against hers, hearing her heart pound tantalizingly.

"I'm gong to make you suffer," he warned, eyes blazing. "Then the others are going to take a turn before I come back to finish you off."

"David…" Calli whined, looking at him with wide eyes. "I – I haven't…"

David smirked. "What? Taken all of us on one night?" He chuckled. "Well, surprise, princess. You're about to tonight." His eyes held hers. "Think of it as a well deserved punishment and test."

Calli swallowed and her pulse quickened. David pulled her off into the shadows and towards the more closed portion of the boardwalk. True, he'd promised her the public, but he'd be kind and ease her into it.

David smirked dangerously at her as he lifted her onto the edge of a booth and slid his hands along her body. Calli's hands tightened on the sides of the booth as he hooked his fingers in the hoops of her jeans.

"I'll be a good girl," she said quickly like that would save her.

"Oh, yes, you will be," David said and he yanked her pants and underwear off. "But first, you need some lessons on how."

Calli's screams of ecstasy filled the night air shortly afterwards as well as the laughter of the Boys…

OOOOOOOOOOO

A/N: Merry New Years! I have decided that my New Years resolution is that I give no fucks about anything anymore. People get in my way, fuck 'em. I'll find a way to move around them. I don't need no…aggravation. Life needs to be better. And I'm going to make it that way. -Scarlet