Heyo Lost Boy Lovers!

Before I say anything else, I have to tell you all a very important message. A message from Kiefer Sutherland himself! Yes, that's right, I'm talking about the one and only Kiefer! Thegreat and glorious Kiefer that I was lucky enough to meet! Kiefer how I love thee, let me count the ways! (Smothers Lost Boys poster)

Ok. I should have posted this when it first happened, but I got sidetracked and so now I'm putting it on this chapter. I met Kiefer on the day that he was being inducted into the Canadian Walk of Fame. After pulling off the scream of the century (and I am an "I scream for Kiefer" person), I managed to catch his attention as he was heading towards the camera crews. He stopped his entourage of man-eating bodyguards and walked over to say hi. He signed my Lost Boys soundtrack (while I was being mauled by all of the 24 fans) and when he noticed what he was signing he shook his head and smiled. And here's the conversation…

Kiefer: You too?

Me: Gah! YES! David is my muse! You totally rocked as him! You are amazing. (Childish…I know but hey, I was trying my best not to jump the barricade)

Kiefer: (laughs) You're very welcome and thank you.

Me: Please sir, can I ask you a question?

Kiefer: Sure.

Me: I'm a drama teacher. Are there any words of advice that I can pass on to my students?

Kiefer: Tell them that they should further their education and once they have their degree, they can do whatever it is that they dream of doing. That way, if things don't fall through with acting, they always have something to fall back on.

Me: Thank you sir!

Kiefer: (smiles) No problem. (Shakes my hand and walks away)

And those are Kiefer's very words. I was on cloud nine for a week. Good times. Anyways, I thought that you'd all like that little tid-bit of info. Here's Chapter9 and when I wrote it, I thought of you Lucy! I hope you like Paul in this chapter. (winks) Gah, this has to be my favorite chapter in this story.

What a night. Let's just say that we brought mattress dancing to a whole new level. You know what they say, girls like guys with skills. And let me tell you, Dwayne was very skilled. Oh yeah…yeah…

The sun had set an hour ago when Dwayne finally arrived back to the cave. His long hair was a tousled mane, making him look like a rumpled lion more than ever. Also, the fact that he was a few days behind on feeing didn't help his appearance either. He winced slightly as he ducked an overhanging wooden beam, taking care not to brush up against the rock walls as he made his way into the main cavern. The minute he stepped into view, wolf calls rang throughout the cave. It took him a great deal of self-control to keep a straight face as he walked down the ramp. God, what a bunch of kids.

Paul and Marko had been wrestling one another before Dwayne's entrance caught their attention. David was lounging on the couch, leafing through the latest playboy magazine. When the catcalls and whistles went up, he just peered over the magazine to give Dwayne a small nod before he went back to eyeing the busty redhead in the too small bikini.

"Well look what the cat dragged in." David said as he flipped the magazine over, admiring the model from a different angle. Paul burst out laughing as Marko jumped on his back, forcing him to his knees.

"Hey Dwayne, how's it going? We missed you last night." Marko said as Paul flipped him over his shoulder and pinned him to the ground with his knees.

"Yeah man. We were starting to think that you got staked or something." Paul said as he fought to keep Marko under him. "We were going to send out a search party…but then we figured that we had better things to do with our time." He grinned before Marko got him in the gut and kicked him off.

"Yeah, it looks it." Dwayne said with a shake of his head. Those two…knuckle heads the both of them.

"So Dwayne old buddy, old pal. What'd ya do last night?" Paul asked innocently as he picked himself up off the ground and dusted himself off. Both his and Marko's eyes were trained on Dwayne, following his every movement as if at any moment he would throw them a big, juicy steak. Dwayne looked at them and then looked away as if he hadn't heard them.

"Yeah Dwayne. Where did you go, who did you screw?" Marko asked before Paul smacked him upside the head. "Ow!" Marko muttered, rubbing the back of his head as Paul gave him a "shut up" look. They waited for Dwayne to say something…anything, but all Dwayne did was give them a small smile before seating himself on the edge of the fountain. Paul and Marko were at his side in a blink of an eye.

"C'mon man, don't be a prick." Paul grumbled, knowing that it wasn't the sanest thing to prod Dwayne, but hell curiosity killed the cat.

"Tell us something, anything!" Marko whined, all ears for any news. David glanced their way and kept an ear cocked as he flipped the page. He wanted to hear this just as much as the rest of them.

"Alright! Jeez, calm down you two. You're acting like a bunch of kids." Dwayne said in mock annoyance as he glared up at the two of them. He knew that he had them by their noses and they wouldn't leave him alone until he said something.

"Yes!" Paul crowed. "So, what happened? Give us the minute-by-minute play-by-play. And slowly, I want to visualize this." He said as he sat beside Dwayne, never taking his eyes off of him. Dwayne looked over at him and blinked.

"Paul…you're sick." He said, finding it hard to believe that Paul was a savage killer and not just a horny teenager.

"Yeah we know. So get to the good stuff." Marko interjected as he sat himself down on the floor by Dwayne's feet. Dwayne looked at the both of them and gave a theatrical sigh.

"Well…,"Dwayne said, drawing out the moment as long as the two of them could take it. "I've never seen anyone do some of the things she could do." He began.

"Yeah man, alright!" Paul whooped as he slapped Dwayne across the back. Dwayne stiffened and hissed out in pain when Paul did this, which caused the others to look at him in alarm. "Shit man, you ok?" Paul asked, not knowing what he did wrong.

"Yeah…I'm ok." Dwayne said as the pain subsided. "It's nothing." He muttered as he tossed his hair over his shoulder.

"Nothing my ass." Paul said and before Dwayne could stop him, he lifted up the back of his jacket. "Holy shit!" He said out loud as he stared at Dwayne's back in surprise. From the looks of it, it looked like Dwayne had been mauled by a possessed rake. His entire back was crisscrossed with deep scratch marks, some of them partially healed but others too deep to have begun mending. Marko and David eyed Dwayne's back in shock and surprise as well, wondering what in the world could have done that.

"Hell man, what did you do? Get attacked by a mountain lion?" Marko asked, looking up at Dwayne.

"Just about." Dwayne answered as he wrenched his jacket out of Paul's hands and carefully adjusted it, making sure that the scratches were covered. Paul gave Dwayne a confused look before it hit him.

"Jesus H Christ, she used you as a frickin' scratching post!" He exclaimed, finally figuring it out. Crazy Cat lady + claws claw marks. David and Marko winced at the thought, but Paul in all of his strangeness found it an extreme turn on. Dwayne nodded his head, not denying it.

"Hey man, it was worth it. Trust me." He said as a grin appeared on his lips. At this point Marko was practically ready to worship the ground that Dwayne walked on while Paul wanted to pry the answers from Dwayne's lips. David, the king of self-control who was by no means dead from the neck down, lapsed into a thoughtful silence as he imagined what must have gone on last night.

"So…what happened!" Paul said, his imagination running every which way like an out-of-control go-kart. Before Dwayne could answer, another voice spoke up.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

At the sound of her voice, all four heads snapped to the side as eight eyes locked onto the figure that was standing nonchalant by the mouth of the cave. When the boys saw her, they did one of four things. David's eyebrows rose up to his hairline as he tossed aside the playboy magazine. Dwayne's face split into a grin that would have put a Cheshire cat to shame and whistled. Marko's eyes went as wide as dinner plates as his jaw hit the ground and bounced. And Paul…Paul cried.

"This is so not fair." He whined as he wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, unable to take his eyes off of Fay or the outfit that she was wearing. When he had first met her, he thought that she was the sexiest thing on two legs in that tight one-piece leather cat suit. But what she had on now made that suit look like a nun's habit.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment." Fay said as she toyed with a strand of hair. She could practically feel the testosterone level rise in the cave.

"Heh…." Marko managed as he ogled at her. At that moment Fay was every little boy's fantasy and the four of them were going to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. Hey it wasn't every day that a girl wore something out of a Heavy Metal fantasy poster. David grabbed his jacket that he had been using as a pillow and draped it over his lap, unnoticed by everyone expect Fay. She sent him a coy wink and a knowing smirk before she walked down the ramp, looking like an exotic runway model in 12-inch stiletto heels. Paul looked over at Dwayne in awe.

"Dwayne, what the hell did you do last night?" He asked, looking from his fellow vampire and then over to the scantly clad leather and studded biker vixen that was Fay. His eyes started at her feet and then up her bare calves that were crisscrossed by the leather straps of her shoes, wondering how in hell she could manage to stand upright in those things. His gaze halted at her bare thighs, toned from years of a brutal dance schedule and then he nearly drooled over the tiny leather shorts she was wearing. Not even Patty Duke could have fit into those things. From there he had to force his eyes upwards and if it hadn't been for Dwayne sitting right beside him, he probably would have lunged at her. The mini leather tank top was laced up at the front as tight as humanly possible, making the boys wish that it were a mandatory part of the Hooter's uniform. The leather rhinestone kitty-collar, wrist guards and biker jacket completed the sultry getup.

"You look like Jessica Rabbit. But real." Marko said as he eyed her hair, which was done up in the classic Mrs. Rabbit look, covering half of her face. "David loves Jessica Rabbit."

"What can I say? She's a red-head." David said as he awkwardly cleared his throat, avoiding Dwayne's skeptical look.

"Enjoy the view boys 'cause this is the first and the last time you are ever going to see me like this." She said as she sauntered in a circle. Paul let out a high-pitched whine as Dwayne automatically held out his arm, stopping Paul from bounding off the fountain.

"Stay man….stay." Dwayne growled as he roughly forced Paul back into a sitting position. They all knew how much of a sex-maniac Paul was but not even Dwayne could hold it against him this time. Paul just couldn't help himself and what Fay was doing was fantastic, but cruel. It was the classical scene. A dog chained in the yard and sees a cat walk by. The cat knows that the dog can't attack him so what does he do? Why, he calmly sits about a foot away from the barking and straining dog and grooms himself without a care in the world. Devilish and just plain wicked.

"I think someone needs to calm down. Dwayne?" David said, looking at the two before nodding towards the cave entrance. Dwayne scowled, but he rose and hauled Paul up by the back of his jacket. Clamping one arm around the straining vampire's neck, he dragged Paul out of the cave kicking and screaming.

'He is so going to hate me for this. Oh well, I'll make it up to him." She said as she walked over to the couch. Marko scrambled to his feet and trailed after her as David swung his legs off the couch and sat upright.

"And they say I'm the cruel one." David asked her as she perched on the arm of the couch and crossed her legs. Neither he nor Marko could stop themselves from staring.

"Oh give it up you two." Fay snorted, dropping the sex kitten act in an instant. "There is a reason as to why I am dressed as the Whore of Babylon." She snorted as she gabbed David's jacket and draped it over her legs, eliminating the distraction.

"There is?" Marko asked as he blinked, giving himself a mental shake. For those past few minutes his brained had seemed to stop functioning.

"Yes Marko, there is. We got company." She said looking from one to the other. David arched an eyebrow and ignored the questioning look that Marko gave him.

"What kind?" he asked.

"The unwanted kind." She replied as she began to pick the dust off of his jacket. "Just got the heads up. There's only one and he's supposedly near the Boardwalk. Figured that I could draw him out instead of you four having an all-out battle in the middle of the street." She told them as she inspected her fingernails.

"Then we should go say hello." David said, giving Marko a small nod of his head. "Go see if Dwayne managed to get Paul under control and then get the bikes." Marko nodded his head and gave Fay one last look before he reluctantly left the cave. Fay watched Marko go as she shook out David's coat and sneezed at the amount of dust that came off of the thing.

"God, don't you guys ever do laundry around here?" She asked him skeptically as she tossed his jacket back to him.

"Why bother?" David said. Instead of putting it on, he laid the coat over the side of the couch. David sat there for a moment, watching Fay with those unreadable blue eyes. Fay looked over at him and arched an eyebrow.

"What?" She said, locking gazes with the vampire leader. She knew what he was thinking and instead of looking away, she just smiled. But not your normal smile. It was one of those slow curl of the lips that would make the payday for any experienced hooker. "See something you like?" She asked him, tilting her head slightly so that the dim firelight played on the side of her neck, causing the rhinestones to sparkle.

"What are you up to Fay?" David asked her quietly, his eyes moving from her half-hidden face down to her neck. Despite all of his cool self-control and iron will, he couldn't keep himself from imagining himself sinking his fangs into that throat and feel Fay writhe against him. Pure ambrosia.

"I could ask you the same thing." She purred as her painted lips parted into a small grin. Mentally, she applauded herself. Not only had she gotten David's attention, she had also managed to worm her way through his defensives and had him aroused. Perfect. When it came to the battle of the wills, never ever expect a woman to play fair. Especially one that could trace her lineage back to the bastard child of Cleopatra and Julius Caesar. Hey, she may not have come in rolled up in a carpet, but the idea was there.

"I really don't think that you came down here dressed in that just to flush out some squatter." David said, leaning forward slightly so that the space between them diminished slightly. If she lied to him, he would be able to pick up on it. But just as David leaned forward, Fay slid off the arm of the couch and sat down next to him, their faces barely two inches apart.

"And what makes you think that?" She said softly, staring at him, eye to eye. Frozen blue met honeyed amber as the two of them pitted their minds against each other. Whatever it was that went on during those next few minutes, no one would ever know. Neither of them moved or blinked. It was like they were frozen in time while the world went on around them.

"Why did you come here." David growled, breaking the silence. Fay didn't flinch when David's hand locked onto her chin, forcing her to bear the full impact of his stare as he redoubled his efforts to pry the answers from her mind. When he did that however, the trap sprung, the waiting teeth of her conscious slamming down on his. His grip on her jaw never relented, even when she slowly pushed him onto his back, forcing him into a submissive position. Their eyes were still locked and their minds still entwined, only this time it was David who was mentally struggling for release. He should have seen it coming. A cat, no matter how docile it may appear, always has four sets of claws. And I pity the fool who does not take heed to that warning.

"David, this has to stop." Fay said, her voice never going above a whisper. One of her manicured hands gently wrapped around his wrist. "I'm not here to fight you. We're on the same side. If you let go, I can explain." She murmured, applying pressure to David's wrist but the vampire didn't let go. She kept herself propped up above him with her free hand and knees, but the strain of the mental tug-of-war was starting to put a strain on her physically.

"Why should I?" David growled softly, lying there flat on his back while Fay hovered an inch above him. This wasn't a test of strength or intelligence; it was a fight of sheer willpower. He tried to rid his mind of Fay's wicked claws, but they stayed firmly in place.

"Because you idiot, we're going to need each others help in order to survive." She said as her right arm shook, her fingers digging into the nerves of David's right hand as she finally managed to wrench herself free from his iron grip. "And we won't survive if we're always out to kill each other." She said as she simultaneously released David's mind and hand. "Understand?"

David blinked owlishly, the dim light of the cave suddenly bothering his eyes. The pull of Fay's mind made him feel like he had been stretched out on a rack, every miniscule part of him aching and sore. He looked up at her coolly before he nodded. "Truce." He muttered.

"Good." Fay said as she sat back on her heels, unintentionally straddle David, but neither of them seemed to notice. Their minds felt like they had been dragged through a meat grinder and the last thing they would think about was kinky sex positions. "Oh, almost forgot." Fay said before she backhanded David across the face.

"Fuck!" David swore as he glared up at her.

"That one was for Paul." She growled before she backhanded him again, this time on the opposite side of his face. "And that's for Marko."

"Yeah?" A voice piped up from the opposite end of the cave. David and Fay's heads snapped to the side as Marko appeared at the cavern entrance. Dwayne had sent him back in to see what was taking the two so long and he had walked in just as he heard his name being said. All three of them froze as they mentally tried to figure out what just happened. But seeing that David and Fay's minds were about as exhausted as a spent racehorse, they didn't get why Marko suddenly went bright red, which was a highly unusual colour for a vampire.

"I…ahh….ummm…take your time." Marko stammered as he swiftly turned and practically flew right out of the cave. Fay and David looked at each other, not quite getting it.

"Ah shit." Fay groaned as she closed her eyes and massaged her forehead with her hand, hitting a number ten on the embarrassment scale. David frowned as he looked down at himself and then muttered a curse under his breath. With Fay practically straddling him to the couch, there was only one thing that would have crossed Marko's mind when he saw the two of them. The thought of him and Fay together like that made David cringe.

"Great. I'm going to have to walk around with a paper bag over my head for the rest of my life." She said, her voice a tad bit higher than normal as she quickly got off of David, as if the very thought of touching the vampire made her skin crawl. Which it did, but that's beside the point.

"War does make strange bedfellows." David sneered as he threw on his coat.

"Oh shut up you." Fay snapped as she adjusted her jacket. "Let's hope he has enough sense to keep him mouth shut. God, why me?" She muttered to herself as she headed for the entrance. "I won't say anything, if you won't." She said to David as she carefully picked her way up the ramp of packed rubble.

"Don't worry. I have a reputation to keep. Plus," he said, looking at her with a bemused expression on his face. "You're not my type."

"Why don't you do the world a favour and go screw yourself." She said, giving him a smile that wasn't in the least bit friendly. When the two finally made it out of the cave, they saw that Dwayne and the others were waiting for them at the top of the stairs.

"What took you two so long?" Dwayne asked, as he looked the two of them over, checking to see if they were still in one piece. Paul was sitting on his bike, soaking wet and sulking while Marko was staring intently at the toes of his boots. He looked up quickly and then looked away, not wanting to meet David's eyes. He hadn't breathed a word about what he saw because Paul and Dwayne would loose it and David and Fay would probably kill him. So, doing the smart thing, he just said nothing for the betterment of the group.

"What happened to Paul?" Fay asked, ignoring Dwayne's question. Paul was soaked from head to toe and with the wind coming in off the water; he was bound to be freezing, despite being dead.

"Had to cool him down, so I threw him in the ocean." Dwayne said, hardly suppressing the smug look on his face. Paul glared death at him as he wrung out his hair, ignoring everyone.

"Ah jeez, sorry Paul." She said, giving Paul an apologetic smile. Paul just snorted and looked away. Great, he was going to be like this for the rest of the night.

"Well, seeing that it's Paul's birthday in a couple of weeks, the boys and I have decided to surprise him with a little something." David said out loud to no one unparticular as he slipped on his leather biker gloves. Both Fay and Paul looked at David with interest. "What do you say to a night out with the ladies Paul?"

"Do I even have to answer that?" Paul said as his trademark wolfish grin appeared on his face. "What kind?" He asked.

"The best hooker in Santa Carla that money can buy." David said as he straight at Fay, the knowing smirk never leaving his lips. Fay's eyes flashed as she fought to restrain herself from scratching his eyes out right then and there.

"Can I get that in writing?" Paul asked as Dwayne just shook his head.

"Don't worry Paul." David said as he threw a leg over his bike and kicked it to life. Marko and Dwayne followed suit and after a moment of cursing profusely under her breath, Fay let Dwayne help her get on behind him.

"But first, we got some business to take care of." David said before he revved the engine and peeled off into the night, followed closely by Marko and then Paul, who was singing something profane at the top of his lungs. Dwayne looked over his shoulder and didn't have to ask why Fay looked like she was ready to tearing something to shreds.

"I'm going to kill him." Fay hissed as she wrapped her arms around Dwayne's waist. Dwayne chuckled as he took off after the other three, bringing up the rear.

"I told you it was a bad idea." He said over the roar of his bike as he quickly caught up to Paul.

"Dwayne!" Fay called out as she hugged him tighter as the bike picked up speed.

"Yeah?" He asked over his shoulder, never taking his eyes off of Paul, who was weaving back and forth in front of him just to piss him off.

"Shut up."

And with that, the five of them headed towards the Santa Carla nightlife to personally exeunt the trespassing vampire. Only problem was, none of them had any idea as to whom it was they were about to come face to face with. If they had, things might have turned out differently.