Greetings Vamp Fans!

Here is chapter 13, part two. But to save on a lot of grief, we'll just call it chapter 14. This is the second part of the exciting climax of this story that has taken me over a good month to write. I lost half of it due to system faliure and had to re-write it. But I must say, I like this version much better than the old one. Thank you all for your awesome reviews. I really appreciate it. I just hope this chapter lives up to your expectations! Oh and just incase you don't know, I do not own any of the Lost Boys. Only Fay and those wonderful cats of hers. If I did own them, I don't think I'd be writing this. wink

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David sat on the edge of the fountain and sighed quietly to himself, running his gloved hands through his hair as he waited for the others to return. What the hell was he going to do? Max had him wedged between a rock and a hard place and there wasn't anything that he could do to stop him at this point. He was teetering on the edge of a precipice and all it would take would be for the slightest breeze to send him tumbling head-first into the black abyss. That damn vampire had planned this out since the beginning and David had walked right into his hands without even realizing it. He was an idiot of the highest degree.

"I'm such a fucking moron." He growled at himself as a cold gust of wind came howling into the main cavern, scattering bits and pieces every which way. Even the weather was in a bad mood. A cold growl tickled the back of his throat as he looked down at his hands and finally noticed that his leather gloves were seeped in blood. Muttering darkly under his breath, David ripped off the gloves and shoved them into his coat pocket as he rose to his feet, glaring about the cave, looking for something to vent his frustration on. The killing spree he had gone on had barely satiated the hard core killing urge that was rearing its ugly head and it was going to take more than a dozen mutilated people to even start to have a calming effect. Basically, David was pissed, beyond pissed actually. Fucking pissed to the point where anything that got within two feet of him was instantly destroyed.

"FUCK!" David roared, his voice echoing throughout the cave and was lost in the howling wind that rose in pitch to accompany his rage-filled ranting. He had fucked up without knowing it and he hated it. He hated his own stupid ego, he loathed Max to no end, he despised the fact that he had not seen this coming; right now he just wanted to beat the tar out of something, or better yet, someone.

"Merr." Growled a small voice as David turned and shot Figaro a lethal look that would have sent an enraged bull running for its life.

"What? Are you going to patronize me too?" He snapped at the ragged cat, which curled back his lips and hissed at David, green eyes narrowing. Figaro growled at him as his stripped tail whipped back and forth in agitation, wanting very much to scratch the whatnot out of David's face. But instead of attacking the vampire, the faithful cat looked about as he leapt up onto the bed. He hunkered down by the pillows, sniffing the dust covered bed sheets as he did so. David snorted and turned his back on the cat. Ok, he had to think this through very carefully. He had what, forty five minutes to an hour left before he had to meet Max's deadline and in that short time span, he had to figure out a way to fix all this without getting himself, the boys and Fay killed. Oh and somehow manage to finish Max off at the same time. Could this get any more difficult?

"Maowww, maowww…" Figaro wailed pitifully, his loud lament filling the large cavern and echoing down the nooks and crannies of the once five-star hotel. David's left eye twitched as he ground his teeth together.

"SHUT UP!" He swore at the cat, who completely ignored him and continued to cry.

"Maoww…maom…mum…want mum…where's mum…mum…" Figaro cried, curling up into a ball of fur as he looked about the cave, looking for Fay. David was about to throw something at the cat, but stopped himself when he started hearing the words. What the fuck? David stared dumb struck at Figaro who continued to yowl out loud, crying the way cats do when they are scared and lost. He didn't move for a good two minutes as he listened to the cat cry out for Fay, hearing scattered words instead of nerve-grating mewls. The cat was talking…somehow that cat was talking.

"I'm going crazy. I have to be." David muttered to himself as he shook his head and tried to block out Figaro's cries. But it didn't do him any good. The cat continued to wail and David still heard the words "mum" and "want" in every other meow.

"Will you shut up? Please shut up!" David growled, but Figaro just gave him a scathing look and continued to yowl, the sound nearly driving David to the brink.

"No. You're going to listen for once, whether you like it or not." Said another voice, a gruffer one, one that made David take an involuntary step backwards.

"Who said that? Don't fucking try to play mind games with me." David snarled as he whirled around, trying to find the source of the voice. Figaro's wailing had quieted down a notch, but it wasn't his voice that David was hearing.

"Then I suggest you don't try to do the same with us." The voice said again and this time David realized that he was hearing it inside his head. Great, first talking cats and now he's hearing voices in his head. What part of this did not seem normal? Hmmm, I wonder.

"Oh really? And why would I want to do that?" David spoke out-loud, as he carefully scanned the shadows and the ceiling. But he still could not find the unknown intruder.

"Because," the voice said and something shifted just out of the corner of David's eye. David whirled around, ready to attack, but was confronted with a very annoyed looking Tomfoolery, who was sitting stock still on the fountain ledge, "as you would put it, you fuck with Fay, it'll be the last thing you ever do."

"Fay has devil cats. Why am I not surprised? Is there anything else that I should know about before I go fuckin' crazy? Maybe there's a flying broomstick somewhere? Or better yet, how about a frog that can see the future? Nothing can surprise me now." David laughed wickedly, his anger and surprise boarder lining madness at this point. However, the alley cat just sat there, giving the vampire a disgusted look as he waited for David to stop cackling to himself. Vampires were such a waste of time; he didn't know why Fay bothered putting up these guys, this one in particular.

"So what are you going to do to me? Call up the cat mafia and have me whacked? Now that's something that I'd like to see." David said sarcastically as he stared down the tom cat, whose one eye never blinked. "Why are you here?" He growled softly, his face darkening as the cat just sat there, staring. He knew he wasn't going to like the answer. After all these were Fay's cats, her own private little army. But there was something wrong about all this, something that was nagging at the back of his mind. Something didn't quite fit.

"You're not a cat, are you?" He said after a few moments, analyzing the old grizzled tomcat more closely. Tom had whiskers, four paws and a tail; hence he certainly looked like a cat. The thing is he didn't smell like one. Tomfoolery slowly shook his scarred head from left to right, the tip of his tail curling about his front paws as he did so.

"Vampires have the hounds of hell, witches have familiars. I've been with Fay's family for centuries. And I shall continue to do so as long as there are Primas or until my last life runs out. Whichever comes first." The old cat said, his voice murmuring in David's mind. David had always had a knack for telepathy and he had a sneaking suspicion that the cat, or whatever he was, knew it too, hence this little conversation. But that didn't explain why he could hear Figaro weeping and wailing in the corner. As far as he was concerned, cats could not talk.

"You are right, they can't. I was letting you hear him from my point of view." Tom said as he looked over at Figaro who was now watching them from his spot on the bed, trying to figure out what was going on. "As for why I am here. I'm here to give you some advice and a warning."

"Great, let me guess. I have to lick Max's boots or else you'll kill me?" David snorted. He really didn't need this right now. Even though she was an inch away from death, Fay still managed to make his life a living hell. How the hell did she do it?

"Not exactly. You and the others must submit to Von Ruben. It's your only chance and Fay's as well. Hear me out before you shoot off some sarcastic remark boy! You cannot beat Von Ruben on your own. You have already tried that, and look at where it got you. Many have tried over the years and seeing that he is still around, it is safe to presume that they all failed. And Fay cannot defeat him on her own either. Tell me David. Have you given any thought as to why you all ended up this way? That night when you and the other vampire where fighting it out on Fay's lawn, did you ever think to yourself that it would turn out the way it did? Your interest in the two young ones, Fay's connection with them…coincidence? Let me tell you something David. There is no such thing as coincidence. Things happen for a reason. Trust me on this one, I know what I am talking about." Tomfoolery said calmly, catching David's undivided attention. The cat waited while David mulled over his words, allowing for enough time to pass before everything sunk in. "Yes David, all of this has happened for a reason. Call it destiny if you will. You all need to defeat that vampire and you cannot do it if both you and Fay are dead. I do not think that I can make myself any clearer than that. Now, if you'll excuse me, the others are returning. I hope for all your sakes that you don't do the moronic thing and ignore everything that I have just said. There is more at stake here than just your lives." And with that, Tomfoolery got up, leapt off the fountain ledge and vanished into the shadows before David could question him. Just as he did so, Paul and Marko came trudging into the cave, looking wind-blown and nervous. Talk about impeccable timing.

"Is Dwayne back yet?" Marko asked as they both picked their way down the rocky ramp, looking around the cave as if expecting Dwayne and Fay to appear out of thin air. David gave the shadows one final look before he turned to the two others and shook his head.

"We couldn't find him. I swear David, we looked everywhere. When we didn't find him on the Boardwalk, we both split up and started combing the city. There wasn't even the faintest sniff of him anywhere. We swung by Fay's place hoping to run into you, but you weren't there and there were all these people and cop cars so we figured that we'd come back here and see if you guys had better luck." Paul said wearily as he lifted his good arm and ran his hand through his tousled hair. Both of them looked like they were at the edge of their ropes and David's deliberate silence wasn't doing a damn thing to put them at ease. They both wanted to fire off a string of questions, but they knew better. David would only explain everything when all four of them were together and not a moment before.

"What's wrong with Figaro?" Marko asked as he heard the cat's quiet cries. He looked over at David, who simply shrugged his shoulders, and then made his way over to the bed. Marko gently picked up the cat, which only hissed once but didn't bother fighting back. "Don't worry, she'll be alright." Marko said as he scratched Figaro behind his ear. Figaro mewed and buried his head in Marko's jacket, allowing the young vampire to cuddle him. Even though Marko was more of a bird person, he knew how the cat felt and well, misery loves company.

"Where's Dwayne man? Why isn't he back yet?" Paul asked as he paced back and forth, fidgeting with one of Marko's drumsticks that had been lying about. He couldn't sit still. David didn't say anything and that made Paul even more nervous. He didn't like this, this silence, this not knowing anything.

"I couldn't find her." Dwayne's voice rang out as he flew into the cave, landing heavily beside David. Both Paul and Marko looked and him and made their way towards the other two, wanting to hear what Dwayne had to say. David turned his head slightly to look at Dwayne, who was soaking wet and had a piece of seaweed stuck to his leather jacket.

"When I couldn't find anything on the beach, I search the sand banks. The tide had gone out so I figured if Max tried to get rid of her body, he'd have dumped it rather than wait for the tide to take care of it." Dwayne said as he shook himself, trying to get rid of the excess water. Marko plucked the strand of seaweed off of his shoulder and flicked it away as Paul handed Dwayne the bottle of blood that they always kept hidden somewhere in the cave, never in the same spot for more than a few weeks at a time. Dwayne nodded his head in thanks and took a long swing from the bottle, letting David's blood work its magic. Out of all four of them, Dwayne was the one with the greatest resistance to running water. David wouldn't go near it and neither would Marko. Paul wasn't too bad but after a few minutes it would start to cause havoc with his senses and leave him dumbfounded and immobile if he stayed in contact with it for too long. Hence the reason why he was so pissed when Dwayne pitched him into the ocean six days ago. After scouring the seabed for fifteen minutes straight after he had done a fly by of every inch of the coast line, Dwayne had had no choice but to give up the search and make a hasty retreat or else subject himself to the power of the fierce current and get dragged out into the Pacific and get fried once the sun rose.

"Fay's alive, for now." David said when Dwayne handed him the bottle. Marko and Paul simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief at David's words, but Dwayne's expression instantly froze. David wouldn't meet his gaze as he corked the bottle and placed it down on the red tool-box that held all of their tools and spare bits and pieces that they used for their bikes.

"So Max didn't kill her? Thank god." Paul said as he exhaled a bit of his pent up anxiety. That was all he had wanted to hear.

"What do you mean for now?" Dwayne asked David, the tone of his voice instantly shutting Paul and Marko up. All eyes were on David as he stood there, watching them all with an unreadable expression on his face. "What did Max say?" Dwayne asked softly, already knowing what David was going to say. Paul and Marko however, were still a bit on the naive side of vampire politics, hence their instant confusion.

"Max? You spoke to Max?" Marko asked looking from Paul, and then kept switching his gaze from Dwayne to David, trying to read the two of them. David nodded his head slightly, his every move analyzed by the three others. "So?" Marko added when David didn't say anything. "What does he want?"

"He gave us a proposition boys. We either submit to him and he lets Fay live. If we don't and we fight, he'll kill Fay. He wants our answer within the hour." David said quietly, his eyes on Dwayne, who looked ready to gut David with his bare hands.

"And what did you tell him?" Paul asked, staring hard at David, asking the question that Dwayne didn't trust himself to ask. "You said yes right? You told him that we'd submit, didn't you?" Paul asked him, leaving no doubt about what his own answer to Max's ultimate question would be.

"Boy Paul, you sure aren't one to stand your ground when the chips are down." David muttered quietly, which wasn't the smartest thing to say. The murderous look on Paul's face would have made Dwayne proud, if he had been looking at Paul. But his eyes were locked on David and only David, and for good reason too.

"Don't fucking tell me about standing my ground. You told him no?" Paul snapped back, his bad arm shaking slightly as his hands clenched into a fist.

"No I didn't. I didn't tell him a god damn thing. Happy? We have half an hour to come up with a some sort of plan to beat him at his own game because I don't know about you, but I sure as hell don't want to spent the rest of eternity under his boot. I can't see myself playing the lap dog. If you want to, by all means go ahead." David growled, directing his words to both Paul and Dwayne. Paul calmed down slightly, but not Dwayne. He wasn't going to let David off this easily.

"We can't beat him at his own game David. We already tried that. He almost killed us. And if we try it again, this time I don't think we'll get away with only a few broken bones because we won't have any back-up. Or did you forget about that? It's quite funny to see how you forget about the times when someone else had to save your ass David. Or is it that you aren't man enough to handle the fact that a girl did what you couldn't?" Dwayne sneered, his words stinging David where it hurt the most. His ego.

"Oh really? Is that what you think this is about?" David asked softly, his blue eyes flashing dangerously as took a step forward, a clear indication for Dwayne to back off. But Dwayne, being Dwayne, wasn't going to back down. David may be the leader and have authority over them, which was something that Dwayne still had trouble dealing with a times, but this was Fay's life that David was jeopardizing and as far as Dwayne was concerned, Fay was his not David's. So like hell was he going to let some control-freak of a vampire mess with what he considered his personal territory.

"If it's not, why don't you tell us what it's really about? C'mon David, the clock's ticking and you're running out of time." Dwayne bristled as he too took a step forward, glaring David in the eye. The two were almost standing nose to nose as the tension level in the cave double with each passing second. Marko shifted nervously but no one paid any attention to him. Paul was also growled as he watched David, waiting for what he would say next. If Dwayne made a move, Paul sure as hell was going to add his two cents in and right now, David was the ideal punching bag. Fay may be Dwayne's, but he wasn't the only one who had feelings towards her and Paul was also sick and tired about David's authoritative ways. Screw freedom and brotherhood, lately it was more like dictatorship and obeying orders. And if there was one thing that Paul would say about this it would be "up yours asshole."

"Well, I don't know what's running around in your mind Dwayne but I have a pretty good idea as to what it could be. And unlike you, I'm looking at the bigger picture here. There's more all this than just me and your girlfriend." David's voice never raised above a murmur. When David was at his most dangerous, it was when he was quiet. They all knew this. But after a major defeat that they sustained a few nights about and the constant anxiety that they were all feeling that night, it was no wonder that tempers were rising like a red-hot barometer.

"You sure about that?" Dwayne shot back, growling as he felt his teeth start to elongate on their own. "Because I honestly think that you don't give two fucks about what happens to her or to us. Because when it comes down to it David's, you only care about what happens to you. What a leader." Dwayne spat, knowing fully well how much his words would piss David off. He was taking a leaf out of Fay's book and if there was one thing that drove David mad, it was when his authority was challenged. And right now, this made the mutiny on the bounty look civil. David didn't react to Dwayne's words, well not a first. But in the end he lost the battle of self control and with a savage roar, sent Dwayne flying straight into Paul, the two crashing to the ground from the force of David's blow.

"Don't you dare question my leadership of this group." David snarled viciously, in full vampire mode and with his fury in full swing, it was truly a terrifying sight to see. With teeth flashing, Dwayne leapt to his feet to meet him head on, but it was Marko who bet him to it. Caught completely by surprise, David went down under Marko's full body tackle and both vampires scrapped it out on the floor of the cave. But for some strange reason, Marko managed to pin David under him and after slugging him hard a few times in the face, stunned David enough so that Marko could pry David's death grip from his throat.

"YOU IDIOT! YOU'RE ALL IDIOTS! CAN'T YOU SEE THIS IS WHAT HE WANTS? QUIT BEING SUCH DICKS AND LISTEN TO YOURSELVES! YOU'RE FIGHTING EACH OTHER INSTEAD OF FIGHTING HIM!" Marko screamed as he riled on David, for a moment being a force of nature all to himself. Paul just stood there too shocked to be of any use and Dwayne wasn't about to lift a finger to help David at this point. Never before had any of them ever seen Marko let loose like this and it was enough to get them all to rethink the situation…a bit.

"Get…off." David growled as he grappled with Marko, but the younger vampire wouldn't comply. Instead he rammed his fist straight into David's nose, breaking it with a sickly crunch.

"YOU ARE NOT GOING TO LET HIM KILL FAY! NOT FAY! FAY SAVED OUR LIVES, SHE SAVED ALL OF US AND THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I AM GOING TO LET YOU HURT HER ANY MORE YOU BASTARD! I DON'T CARE IF WE HAVE TO DRAG YOU TO MAX! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO LET HIM HURT HER AGAIN!" Marko yelled, making sure that David got the message before the vampire leader knocked him off. Marko was still swinging when David rolled on top of him and pinned his arms to the floor. When that happened, all the fight left the young vampire and he lay there, not bothering to fight back the tears that streamed down his face.

"What the fuck is your problem Marko?" David growled, slightly taken aback by Marko's sudden collapse of composer, but he wasn't going to let the other vampire up until he was dead sure that Marko wasn't going to pull another stunt like this again.

"You're going to let him kill her. After what she's done for us…for me. I won't let you David. She fought you for me, she tried to protect me. She would have killed you that night to save me. Don't think that I won't do the same. I won't let her be taken away from me, like what happened to mom. I can fight it this time. I can do something about it, so don't think I won't." Marko muttered between clenched teeth as the tears stopped flowing. Vampires aren't known for their range of emotions and Marko's crying only lasted a moment. But a moment was more than enough.

"David, let him up." Paul said, walking towards the two of them. If David didn't let up, Paul would make him. Only Paul knew how close Marko and his mother had been and how hard the guy took his mother's death four years ago. The others didn't know because Marko hadn't said anything about her passing and Paul wasn't about to talk behind his best friend's back. Only Fay knew, and even she did not know the full story or the extent of it all. Paul instantly realized why Marko had snapped the way he had. Whereas he and Dwayne considered Fay to be a love interest, one whom both were constantly in rivalry for, Marko saw Fay as a more maternal figure, as a replacement mother for the one he had lost in his early adolescence. David saw Fay as a rival for the boys, they all knew it, but not even he had any clue as to Marko's feelings towards the witch.

David looked down at Marko for a moment before he let him up. He brought his right hand up and gingerly snapped his nose back into place, growling slightly under his breath as he did so. Paul side-stepped David as he rose to his feet and went over to Marko, holding out his hand to help him up. But Marko ignored Paul and picked himself up off the ground as Figaro padded towards him and rubbed up against his leg, meowing softly.

"So…what are we going to do now?" He asked out loud, avoiding everyone's questioning looks as he bent down and picked up the cat, keeping his eyes on the back of Figaro's striped head. Paul and Dwayne looked over at David, who was wiping off the blood on his face with an oily rag that was usually used to clean bike parts.

"Do? What choice do we have? We have a better chance of getting rid of Max if Fay is alive." David said as he carefully sniffed and tossed the rag away.

"But who's to say that Max won't kill Fay once we submit?" Paul asked, knowing better than to take Max's word at face value.

"He won't." Dwayne muttered as he tucked a strand of fly-away hair behind his ear.

"How do you know?" Marko asked, still not looking at anyone as Figaro sniffed his fingers, purring softly.

"Because, with her alive, there will always be the threat that he might kill her if we do anything…say, like try to kill him." Dwayne responded with a sigh. Right now, he just wanted for this night to come to an end.

"But if he'll kill her if we try to kill him later, then doesn't that defeat the whole point of us submitting to him to keep her alive?" Paul asked, picking out that point from the whole hodge-podge of questions and concerns that revolved around this situation.

"Don't worry Paul. Fay will think of something. After what he's done to her and to us, do you honestly think that she'll stand by and let this whole thing go unforgotten? I know I won't. If we work together, Max won't have a hope in hell of avoiding what's coming to him. But until then," David said with a suppressed sigh, "we're playing by his rules."

"So we submit? Agreed?" Dwayne asked, looking at all three of them. Marko nodded and so did Paul. They all looked at David to see what he would do.

"As much as I hate to say this, we let him win this round." He said after a moment. What else could he do? Caught between a rock and a hard place. The only option was to chew his own arm off.

"The let's not keep the good Baron waiting." Dwayne muttered as he turned and headed out of the cave, followed by Paul. Marko hung back a moment before he put Figaro down and headed after Paul. But he stopped for a moment when he came leveled with David.

"Thank you." He said, slowly bringing his eyes up to look at David. David just raised an eyebrow.

"Let's just hope I don't live to regret this." He growled softly and left the cave in a gust of wind, leaving Marko alone with only the cat to keep him company.

"Here goes nothing." Marko sighed as he looked down at Figaro, who was looking up at him with his wide green eyes. After a reassuring meow from Fay's beloved cat, Marko quickly scrambled out of the cave and mounted his bike, taking up the rear of the four man entourage as they headed for Max's house. When the four of them pulled up on the winding driveway that lead to a large house overlooking the beach, they were greeted by the large, furry form of Thorn who stood guard, watching them. After a few tense moments, the hell hound let them pass and followed them as they headed for the front door. Just as they reached the porch, the door swung open and Max appeared in the doorway, holding a glass of red wine that he sipped casually as he looked them over.

"Right on time. I like that. Well, come on in boys. No need to stand there and let a draft in." Max said as he stepped aside, holding the door opened for David and the others, smiling smugly as David led his boys inside. Max closed the door after Thorn trotted in, too busy gloating over his victory to notice the scrawny form of a one-eyed cat that slunk up the walkway and vanished into the bushes. Tomfoolery carefully padded up to the porch and leapt onto the windowsill, peering inside to watch as Max forced David into submission and became the new Head Vampire of Santa Carla.