Note from Author: Greetings all. I apologise for not posting this chapter earlier, but I have been fairly busy and it always got postponed. Anyways, here is the long awaited chapter 6 soon to be followed by Chapter 7. To answer a question that someone asked me in a review about Star, the answer is yes, she will be included in this story. Remember this takes place two years prior to the actual movie as well as everything else up to that point in time. I will be cutting back so this story won't end up being 80 chapters long, so everyone, please bear with me.

Thank you to all those who have reviewed. I hope you all enjoy this new installment.

Happy Reading.

Even now, after all these years, it's still hard to me to tell this part of the story. There's still a part of me that blames myself for what happened. I should have seen it coming; I should have put a stop to it before that night. For all my great and glory be fucking "powers", I couldn't do, or more like didn't do a damn thing to save those two. I haven't completely forgiven myself for it and I don't think I ever will. It'll be something that I'll be carrying into the afterlife, whenever that is.

Here, just read on. I can't say any more. See for yourself. You might not like it, but it has to be said.

"Marko…wake up. For God's sake wake up man." It was Paul's voice that made its way through the fog that surrounded Marko's mind, finally bringing him to his senses. Marko groaned as Paul helped him into a sitting position, both of the boys unsteady and dazed.

"Man, I feel like shit." Marko gagged as he rested his forehead on his bent knees, waiting until the world stopped spinning before he lifted his head to look at his friend. "Did we smoke up some bad weed last night?" He asked, loosing the battle with gravity and laying back down, curling up into a ball to ride out the nauseated feeling that swept over him.

"I don't know bro, I can't remember a fucking thing." Paul said, gingerly shaking his head. He felt as if he had just been run over by a Mac truck and then wrung out like a wet rag. He had groggily regained consciousness and couldn't figure out who he was or which way was up for a good few minutes. When the vertigo had finally passed, he looked around not really taking in his surroundings before he saw Marko sprawled beside him, dead to the world.

"Paul," Marko murmured as his vision cleared enough for him to see his friend clearly.

"What." Paul growled, massaging his temples. God, beating his head in with a pickaxe would be less painful than the migraine that was pounding in his skull.

"Where are we?" Marko asked, rolling over onto his back, still not trusting himself to get up.

"Huh?" Paul said, looking over at Marko.

"Look." Marko said, rubbing a hand over his face. Paul blinked and looked about owlishly. It took a while before things started to sink in.

"Are we dead?" Marko asked, the words just spilling out of his mouth without him realizing it. Paul snorted, which was not a smart thing to do, and then swore softly.

"Ah…god I hate hangovers." He swore to himself. "No, we're not dead. We wouldn't be feeling like this if we were. I think we're under ground…looks like some sort of cavern…I think." He said as he carefully tried to stand up. Before he was even half way up, his legs gave way and he collapsed back onto the ground.

"Ok, not good." Paul said as he just lay there, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. No hangover would ever do this. What exactly did they do last night?

"Good evening boys. I wasn't expecting you two to wake for a few more hours." Said a vaguely familiar voice. It was hard to pin point the voice because it seemed to echo off the walls. Paul lifted his head, trying to find the owner of the voice. He gave a start of surprise when he realized that the guy was standing right at his feet, staring down at them with a bemused smirk.

"Who the hell are you?" Paul demanded as he forced himself up into a sitting position. Marko's eyes were glued on David, but he didn't move. He'd let Paul handle this one.

"Don't you remember? Last night, the party on the beach, the fight with Dwayne. Come on, it's not that hard." David said, watching them with those eerie eyes.

"Don't fucking play mind games with me right now. Just answer the goddamn question." Paul growled darkly, not giving two shits as to who the smirking bastard was. This guy was starting to annoy him and right now, he had enough to deal with.

"Paul, maybe you shouldn't…" Marko said, his eyes following David's every move. Something in him told him that this wasn't a guy you wanted to piss off.

"It's alright Marko." David said quietly, giving him a small smile. Marko blinked in surprise and sat up as David crouched down in front of the two so that he was eye-level with both of them. "I'm David and we met last night. It seems that the party was a little too rough on you guys." He said, eyeing the black eye that Dwayne had given Paul. Paul raised a hand on the left side of his face and winced as the purple bruise made itself known.

"Who did you say I got into a scrap with?" Paul asked, images of the party starting to become clear in his mind.

"The same guy that tried to take your head off the last time." David said and watched as realization finally appeared on Paul's face.

"That mother-fucking son-of-a-bitch!" Paul swore with a vengeance, one that caused him to wince in pain as his pounding headache responded to the rising emotion. "So how the fuck did we get here? And why the fuck do we feel like we got hit by a fucking train?"

"I brought you guys here. I couldn't leave you two lying dead to the world in the middle of nowhere, now could I?" He said as he rose to his feet. He stepped over Paul's legs and walked past Marko, who shrank back, wanting to keep as much distance between himself and this David dude as possible.

"Yeah, but that only answers one fucking question." Paul snarled, blinking slowly as the throbbing in his head began to subside.

"Impatient are we? You need to relax Paul. You're only going to cause yourself more pain." David said, completely ignoring the crude hand gesture that Paul sent his way.

"Where is here exactly?" Marko spoke up, drawing David's attention away from Paul for the time being.

"My home." David responded.

"You live here? I mean…seriously? You live in this cave thing?" Marko asked, trying to figure out why a guy like David would live in a cave. I mean it's a cave.

"Seriously." David answered as he glanced around the cave. There wasn't much to see, just a few odds and ends that he had managed to install during his stay. He wasn't big on the décor and neither was Dwayne, so the cave was pretty much bare, with the exception of the huge Jim Morrison picture that hung in its place of honour on the back wall. If there was one thing that David truly appreciated, it was the music that Jim created. The man was a rock legend and in a way, David seemed to look up to the guy. Well, it was kind of difficult not to, seeing that the poster was at least twelve feet tall.

"And just when you think you've seen everything, you wake up one day stuck in a cave with a mad hermit. Are you believing this? Cause right now I don't know what to believe." Paul said to Marko as he tried once more to get to his feet. This time he succeeded, barely. "Look, we can compare home decorating tips later. Just tell us why my friend and I are so shit-faced will you?" He said as he shook his head and straightened up, getting a hold on his temper as he did so.

David looked Paul over slowly, saying nothing for a while as he contemplated on how he was going to break the news to the two of them. As the minutes passed, Paul's temper began to flare again. David's deliberate silence was really starting to piss him off and for some reason all he wanted to do was punch that annoying smirk right off the guy's face.

"Fine, you want to know so here it is." David said quietly, his voice snapping Paul out of his train of thought. "You're dying."

"What?" Marko whispered, not quiet believing him but for some reason accepting his word as the truth at the same time. He looked up at Paul, eyes full of fear and uncertainty, as Paul blanched at what David had just said. The cave was quiet for a few minutes, the distant sound of waves crashing against the surf was the only thing that could be heard.

"Are you trying to be funny or something?" Paul said quietly, fixing David a glare that would have made Vincent Price proud. His right hand curled into a tight fist as he fought the urge to physically hurt David. In a situation like this one, he knew better than to loose his cool. It was obvious that they were dealing with some sort of sick psychopath and blowing his stack wasn't going to help them. But for the life of him, he just couldn't shake this foreign feeling of rage that was building up inside of him. Marko scrambled up to his feet and stood behind Paul as his eyes remained glued onto David, who just stood there as calm as you please.

"Am I laughing?" David asked Paul as he arched an eyebrow, deliberately taunting him. That was the last straw. Something inside Paul snapped and the next thing he knew he was flying at David with his arm swinging, aiming to knock his head off. But the blow never connected.

"Oh my God." Paul gaped, as he froze in mid-stride. Marko let out a yelp of fear as David grinned, jagged teeth gleaming slightly in the firelight. One minute David had been standing there smirking away, but when Paul came at him David let him have it. The sight of David's vampiric face had done exactly what he had expected and the two friends stood petrified as they stared at him, completely blown out of the water.

"God has nothing to do with it." David chuckled his grin morphing into a demonic sneer that sent the two running for their lives.

"AH!" Paul screamed as David suddenly appeared in front of him as he turned to bolt, blocking his way completely.

"Are we satisfied yet?" David asked as he stalked forward, forcing Paul backwards. Paul swore as he tripped over a fallen beam, backing away as fast as he could in an attempt to get away from David. "Well?" David asked as he grabbed Paul by the collar of his jacket and hauled him to his feet single-handedly.

"What the fuck do you want man!" Paul cried as David brought his face a mere inch away from his own. He couldn't tear his eyes away from David's demonic yellow ones. He could actually see his own terrified reflection in those hypnotic eyes.

"What I want is for you to…" David began but before he could say "relax", Marko came up behind him and smacked him over the head with a broken wooden spar that he had found.

"Argh!" David snarled as he threw Paul away from him and turned to face Marko. Even though David's vicious snarl scared him senseless, Marko didn't back down. Wielding the piece of wood like a sword, Marko kept David distracted while Paul picked himself up and moved away from David.

Now, David wasn't trying to kill the boys, he just went a tad overboard with the whole "show and tell" thing. That's what happens when you end up becoming a cave dwelling hermit for fifteen years, you forget how to interact with people. Oh, his people skills have improved…slightly, but back then, well, you can see for yourself. He was anticipating that the two would be struck dumb for a few minutes more so he could get a word in edgewise, but sometimes one can forget how powerful the fight or flight instinct really is. Paul and Marko were on mach three. Well, wouldn't you be if there was a sneering vampire standing right in front of your face?

"Marko put the wood down." David said in a leveled voice as he dodged a jab to the chest. Marko's only response was swinging the wooden spar so that David was forced to take a step back.

"You're a fucking vampire!" Marko cried as David whirled under his defense and grabbed the wood with one hand, wrenching it out of Marko's grasp as he did so.

"And so are you." David told him as Marko scrambled backwards, shaking his head in denial.

"No way. No fucking way man." Marko yelled as he found himself backed up against the cave wall with nowhere else to go. He looked about him wildly, trying to find something, anything he could use as a weapon, but there was nothing.

"Just calm down for a minute and I'll explain everything." David said, his face morphing back to his human self, which just freaked the already frightened kid even more.

"Like hell you will, you fucking nutcase!" Paul roared as he ran to Marko's aid, the rage coming back in full force.

"Not so fast little man." Came an all-too familiar snarl as none other than Dwayne in full vamp mode wrenched around Paul with nothing but a hairsbreadth space between them. Paul got the full blast of Dwayne's roar as the vampire prepared to do some serious bodily harm to the guy, but Paul wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"DWAYNE STOP!" David snarled turning away from Marko for a split second to see the two guys ram each other's fists in the others face. If David didn't intervene soon, Dwayne would kill Paul and that was something that he didn't want to have happen. Only problem was Marko used David's momentary distraction to make his move. With a force born from desperation, Marko lashed out with his foot and nailed David a blow to the groin with enough power behind it to land a forty-yard touchdown. David blanched and crumpled to the floor, completely lost in the pain.

Aside: It doesn't matter what species you are, that's got to hurt like hell!

'Run man! Just run!" Paul shouted as he brought his knee up and rammed it into Dwayne's stomach. "I'll be right behind you!" Paul motioned Marko to head for the stairs as he grabbed a handful of Dwayne's long hair and threw him down. Marko fled up the stairs thinking that Paul would be behind him in a minute and ran out of the cave, taking the wooden stairs up to the cliff face two at a time. Meanwhile, Paul knew that there would be no quick escape and as Dwayne tackled him to the ground, he knew that he had bought Marko some time.

Not a very pretty sight isn't it? That night I had woken up cursing David to the seven circles of hell because that little mind trick that Dwayne worked on me worked a little too well. I knew I was probably too late, but I went out anyways searching the streets for any sign of them. I had a few alley cat friends on the search as well and it was one of them who found Marko hiding in a back alley, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. He was a complete mess, emotionally wise, and it took some time to finally get him calmed down to the point where I could understand his yammering and figure out what had happened. Getting him back to my place was a challenge. Thank god for the late-night taxi service that runs in downtown Santa Carla. I was forced to use a sleeping spell on him to prevent him from jumping out of the car and going back for Paul. I swear, that boy would follow Paul into hell and back if he had to. Damn that David, I knew I should have hexed him when I had the chance. But I also knew what was yet to come. Sometimes I feel wholly responsible for them. To me, they were just a bunch of kids, deadly but still kids. That's the problem with being a Prima. We are wise beyond our years, as the saying goes, but we feel even older than that. They were kids who lived for the fun and the thrill, while I stayed in the background, cleaning up their messes and keeping my eye on them. Crazy Cat Lady or Super Mom, you decide.

That night I knew that whatever happened, I'd be there for them. That decision was potentially hazardous to my health, but I owed Paul and Marko that much. I would be their eye to watch with, their ear to listen with and in Marko's case, their psychiatrist whenever the burden of being undead got to them. Oh sure, it sounds like complete bullshit, but it's the truth, I swear it. And it wouldn't be the first time that a witch became the confidant of a vampire. It has happened over the years. As that bastard Max once said, "all boys need a mother," and he was right.