AN: I do not own The Lost Boys

Chapter 12 - Plans and Repercussions

(Max)

It had been a few days since Max had finally met Samara. He had to admit she was not to his liking. Unlike the obedient Isabell, whom he adored. How could she have reincarnated as that little harridan in the making. She was so uncouth. How could a obedient woman like Lucy have such a disobedient daughter? Lucy was a man's dream. Beautiful, naïve, obedient; the perfect housewife and mother. Why did children have to develop personalities and rebel minds? He sighed heavily. It couldn't be helped. She had pushed him. The little bitch!

"Max had been watching for any new young girls that would look like the dearly departed Isabell. It had been several days since he had thought out confronting Samara. He wanted the girl on his side. He needed her to be on his side. He needed her to help keep David under his thumb. Keep him in line. Maria was off for the night, as was Lucy. He just had Janelle working with him tonight. He looked at her and informed her that he would be getting a snack. She nodded and continued to categorize the new releases.

He was feeling peckish and did indeed need a snack. A tinkling bell caught his attention as a group of young girls left a shop. Well a café. Cinnamon filled the air. It was a pleasant scent. The sound of a waitress taking an order caught his attention. He looked up and saw Isabell. No, this was Samara. She was as radiant as she had been as Isabell. He glanced over at the door. The café closed at 9:30 p.m. He wanted to march in there but he could not do this in front of others. He also did not need others stepping in his way. So he would wait.

And wait he did. When 9:30 came he allowed Janelle to leave and he would lock up. She was thrilled to go on home. He locked up behind them and strolled towards the café. There was a man leaving and telling the girls, from the multiple names he said to proof the bagel dough. Yes, sir was chorused and he left going towards a car nearby. Max waited and peeked around the frame to see who was in the main room. It was Samara. The other girl must have been in the kitchen. He did not have enough time. He had to hurry. David would show up soon enough. He could only guess that he would hardly leave her alone too long. Samara came to the door with paper towels and a bottle of Windex. She sprayed the outside of the door and began to clean the glass. Max watched and then came forward; startling her.

"Max?" Samara said, fear in her eyes.

That almost hurt Max. Seeing those eyes filled with fear towards him. He had cared very much about Isabell. She had been a little light in the otherwise bleakness of the monotonous life of a vampire. She had been such a loving and docile little creature. Perfect really.

"Samara, I would very much like to have a word with you." He said and fiddled with his glasses.

Samara moved to put the door between herself and him. Max placed his hand on the door frame. He needed to speak to her and she would stay and listen to him. She would obey him. She froze and turned to face him. The fear in her eyes was still there but it was coupled with anger. She did not appreciate being made to stay in his presence. This was different from Isabell.

"Please leave me alone." Her voice shook.

"Young lady I will make this easy on you. Just listen as I speak." he said, "You will tell David to be obedient to me. I still control his fate. I will not hesitate to snuff him and those boys out if necessary. I will not be undermined or disobeyed."

"Well too fucking bad." Samara all but shouted at him.

"Excuse me?" he asked stunned.

"I will do no such thing." She said, a Romanian accent came out, "Leave me alone. Leave David alone. Leave us all alone. I will not be your little pawn in your scheme to be supreme. I will not ever demand, ask, or tell David to ever be under your heel. He will be the Impaler once again. I will be there to watch you fall as he returns to his glory. I will see him be your death."

Max lost his temper then. He grabbed Samara by the throat, holding her up, slamming her into the brick between the door frame and the windows. A pained and scared scream tore itself from her throat.

"MAX!" David's voice echoed around.

Clouds rolled in, thunder clapped, and lightening struck. The waves of the ocean were huge and crashing hard onto the boardwalk. The weather had suddenly turned into a hurricane on the shore. But Max knew better. He had created David. This was David's own personal power. The power he, himself, was trying to harness as his own. Every vampire had different powers. David was the first vampire to ever had this kind of power. Even Peter, the Vampire King, could not rival David. Peter; Max knew, would actually side with David if he knew what Max was truly up to.

A splintering sound had Max dropping Samara to the ground. The hurricane force wind had ripped a railing from the boardwalk and had thrown it into the sidewalk next to Max. He knew that it was David's warning. Back off! Samara crawled around Max and over to David who helped her stand. He held her to his chest and stared Max down. Max disappeared down the boardwalk and away from David.

It was a failure. And Max did not do well with failure and continued to plot instead of backing down.

(Edgar)

"She is ours." the Spanish lilted voice whirled through Edgar Frog's head.

"I know she is." Edgar agreed.

"We need to get her back from the vampires and back to her place at our side." the voice whispered again.

"The nerdy one has to go first. He was HIS creator, remember?" Edgar said then hissed.

The voice in his head would punish him if he did not please it. The voice would somehow make a sharp, burning pain go through his brain and make his eyes feel like they were burning out of his skull. Father Abraham told him to listen to it. To Jorge. He would not lead him astray. Edgar apologized for upsetting Jorge and continued to listen as it whispered plans for the vampires demise and to get Samara by his side.

AN: Short, yes, but it was necessary.