AN: I do not own The Lost Boys. I love them so much though.

AN: There will be TRIGGERS IN THE CHAPTER. TRIGGER WARNING! WARNING WARNING WARNING

I APOLOGIZE NOW FOR ANYTHING.

Chapter 16 - Trouble

Hours had rolled by or what felt like hours to Maria. The torture she endured felt never-ending. Father Abraham was very thorough in his questioning. Maria answer what she could. All she did was what Paul told her. She could hear him in her head. Trying to soothe her. He was with her the best he could be and for that she was grateful. Father Van Helsing knew where they lived, all of them. Well, he did not know the boy's second homes. And Maria would never give it up either. Even if she knew she wouldn't give it up. He did not believe that she did not know. It had started slow. The questioning. Her name first. Just like they did with lie detector tests.

She had answered in full. Maria Antonio Guadalupe Tomas-Lopez. Born November 23, 1970, at 12;34 am to Carmen Elizabeth Tomas-Lopez and Geraldo Antonio Tomas-Lopez. She was an only child and her father died when she was very young. Her mother was an alcoholic and that was why she ran away from home. She had no reason to lie. He asked how she ended up in Santa Carla. She explained. He did not like her answer, but he had not raised a hand to her, yet. Then he asked how she had survived alone in Santa Carla. She told him about Max. That answer had been hesitant. That was vampire territory. He had caught on to her reluctance. He plowed forward aggressively.

He asked her all sorts of questions about Max. What he did? Owned a video store. When did she see him? She did not anymore on account that she quit the store but before she only ever saw him in the evenings. He never worked the AM hours. Why? Because he was a vampire. She answered honestly. Where did he live? She did not know. She had never been to his home or had ever asked. He did not believe her. He gave her no warning. The faint whistle of air and then exploding pain. She screamed and writhed. He struck her seven times; tearing her flesh apart. She could feel her blood pouring from her back. HE screeched at her to not lie. But she had not lied. She had never set foot in Max's home, nor had she ever asked. She had only ever stayed at the apartment above his store. He believed her then.

The questioning continued. She never lied to him though. He believed a few times that she had but when answered the same answer he knew that she had not lied. He had destroyed her back for naught but his own hatred. Her blood was splattered on the ceiling and slowly creeping across the concrete floor. It dripped down her back, soaking into her jean shorts, then trailed down her legs and down her feet. He left her be after that. She believed her must have tired himself out. Paul was whispering in her head. Promises to help her. Then her siren emerged. Her siren cooed at her, soothing her mind and even speaking to Paul. She would protect Maria's mind while they were captured. Maria would not leave there trapped in her own mind.

(Paul)

Paul was a mess. His Maria was in the clutches of the Father. He had taken her for what? They did not know. Paul curled in on himself and just felt for Maria. He could feel nothing at first. Then he felt confusion and fear. Then he felt horror. He could feel her mind and he talked quietly to her mind. He could feel everything she did. He could hear all that she did. He could even hear her speak. The father was questioning her. She answered accordingly. Then she was in sheer agony. Paul screamed with her. He could feel it all. Every. Single. Lash. He felt her skin shred and her throat go raw from her screams. He tried to help her in her mind. Seven times he felt the lashes then they stopped. The questions continued. It went on for a while. Then he would feel her being whipped again. Twenty-eight times the whip ripped her back. Her screams echoed in his mind. Then suddenly there was another voice.

It was Maria's siren. She spoke to them both. Maria would leave there. She would protect her mind. They would leave there sound of mind. The siren wished more than anything to get away. To get Maria to safety. She wanted Paul. She wanted them both to be in his arms again. Paul whispered in Maria's mind. Soothing her the best that he could. He made her a promise that he would personally see to it that Father Van Helsing never lived to see his next birthday. He did not care how long it took. He would destroy that man for harming her. He would hunt him to the ends of the earth. He would follow every reincarnation he had, anything to rid the world of his putrid soul. Paul had his plan. He just could not wait to put it in motion.

(Samara)

David and she left the cave. David could not bear to hear Paul's screams. Samara asked him to take her to her mother. He took her to Jerome's. They could hear Lucy's laughter from outside. Sam felt terrible. She did not want to frighten her mother, but Maria needed help. Sam did not even knock. It was rude yes, but there was no time to waste. Nanook alerted them that someone had come in. Jerome had come to the front room first expecting it to be burglar. He saw them and the look on Sam's face had him calling for Lucy. When Lucy appeared, she knew by Sam's face that something had happened.

Sam wailed as she told Lucy that Father Abraham had attacked Paul and took Maria. Jerome called the police. It was not long before the police arrived. They told the police what they could. The Police claiming until they spoke to Paul, they would not be able to charge Father Abraham with anything without an eyewitness. They would put out an alert because Maria was only 16 years old, and Lucy was her guardian. It was a dire situation. David and Samara left to return to the cave to support each other but most of all Paul. Their brother needed them tonight. Jerome had invited Lucy to stay, and she agreed. She needed a shoulder for the night.

(Max)

With a heavy sigh, Max returned his phone to its receiver. That was his alarm company. Someone had broken into the video store. According to the footage, the man took nothing. He only went to Max's office, flipped through some folders, and wrote down a few things. They couldn't tell what it was he had written though. He had worn gloves, a black mask and hood, so they could not even ID him. The company had called the police so now he would have to venture out and to his store to speak with the Police.

Grabbing his white sports coat and keys, Max trekked to his red car. It was a nice little car. Thank goodness it was night when this had all occurred. He would hate to get caught out in the sunlight. Very overcast days and stormy days, he could venture out during the day, which was rare in the California weather. He had started his car when he was suddenly blasted through the side with a very large silver stake. His attacker then followed that up with another stake into his chest and then poured Holy Water on his head and face. Max screamed in agony. He felt Holy Water-soaked ropes and some silver chains wrap tightly around his struggling form. He knew then that it had all been an ambush by the crazed Father Abraham.

He may have been a vampire but even he could only handle so much pain. He blacked out from the overwhelming pain that continued to assault his person. Just as he was losing consciousness he heard a smashing sound, a yelp, and then a loud whoosh. Then blissfully nothing at all.

AN: Short short short. lol.