A/N - I can't thank this community enough for everything! This will be my last chapter for this story, and it's likely it'll be pretty similar to the epilogue of No Rest For the Wicked, because that epilogue was always my personal favorite part. Thank you for supporting me while I revisited this story. I feel like my writing has grown so much since 2013, and I hope you all agree. Thanks for sticking around, reading and reviewing, and leaving such kind words! Hopefully I'll see you guys again soon. xx.

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Sarah sat outside the gas station, her converse-clad feet kicked out in front of her. Her ride had just left; she was hungry and waiting for another one. She'd wanted to feed off this last man, but she'd seen a picture of his kid in his wallet as he fumbled with it, taking out money to pay for the gas. The child reminded her of Laddie, and she knew that she couldn't take away a father.

It was funny, how often the Lost Boys were on her mind now. They hadn't been at first, when she'd left them fifteen years ago, or maybe twenty now. She'd hated Michael for his weakness, his inability to save her and Laddie before they had succumbed to their hunger. She'd left filled with anger at every vampire in Santa Carla, and instead of finding solace on her own, she found nothing. Loneliness, a life filled with budget hotel rooms and truck drivers and other nomads.

Sometimes, when it got really bad, she considered returning home with her tail tucked. But she was too proud for that, really, and she wasn't even sure if they would still be in the same place by now. It was funny how things worked out though, that they had come to her.

Marko was the first to arrive, and the first she recognized.

His mullet was gone, but his curls were undeniable. He still had the same bike. He climbed off of it, and walked past Sarah into the gas station as if he hadn't seen her at all.

He wouldn't recognize her, she realized then; none of them would. Not with her hair cropped short and unwashed, her clothes dirty and her eyeliner smudged. Without the shimmery skirts and the big earrings, he didn't even glance at her - because Star was a memory, and Sarah was a person. A person that none of the Lost Boys knew anymore.

The familiar hum of motorcycles came closer, and the rest of the boys arrived soon after.

They parked across the lot from her, as Marko had, and arrived in a cluster. Dwayne came first, his hair shorter than before but still long, and he was still shirtless underneath a dark leather jacket. He was the first, and the only, to actually look at Sarah, to see her. Recognition flooded his face, and he acknowledged her presence with a quick, abrupt nod. Then he turned away, tending to his bike, ignoring her.

Paul came next, the same as before - long hair, a wild smile, and eyes that shone brightly even in the moonlight.

Michael was behind Paul, and Sarah felt an unfamiliar tugging at her heartstrings, something that she hadn't felt in a long time. He seemed happy though, and she found that her eyes couldn't hover over him for a long time before she started to feel a need to cry. Beside him was a tall blonde - a preppy, pretty boy - who looked familiar although she couldn't quite place him. He must've been Michael's brother, logic told her, only older now.

So Max had gotten his family. Good for him. Sarah had gotten nothing.

David was the last to arrive. His hair was cropped shorter now, but still a white-blonde. On the back of his bike was a girl, dark hair long and shiny, her tanned legs glimmering in the moonlight. Attached to her was Laddie.

Once David had stopped the bike, Laddie was the first off. She hoped that, out of anyone, he would be the one who recognized her, who said her name, her old name - Star. But he seemed distracted with the new girl, launching himself into her arms the first chance he got, something he'd never done with Star.

Laddie was the only one who remained totally unchanged - with the same unruly hair, and the same military jacket Sarah had found him in all those years ago.

She had brought him to David one night, when she'd seen him cold and abandoned and sick on the streets. If he changed Laddie, she told him, she would care for the child like her own son. She wished that had been the truth, that she'd been able to do it.

She said a silent thank you to the new girl, if only for that reason. She'd been able to care for Laddie when Sarah never could, to fill the shoes she'd left behind as his surrogate mother.

The group talked quietly for a moment, and Sarah tried to watch them without feeling like she was staring. Being a predator worked in her favor, most likely. Moments later, the group walked into the gas station together. Michael was only a foot away from her, yet he did not give her a second glance.

The girl was the last to enter, holding hands with Laddie, her dark curls shaking as she walked. She had a striking resemblance to Michael, up close, and momentarily Sarah wondered if she was the sister he sometimes talked about.

The girl erupted in quiet laughter at something Laddie had said, and David turned around for a moment.

Notice me, Sarah willed silently, but his eyes were locked on the girl. He smiled at her.

In all her years with the boys, she'd seen David smile only twice - when he was feeding, and when he was fucking. This girl must've been something special, whoever she was. Sarah hoped that David deserved her, because David didn't deserve many good things.

The group moved out of her sight, and a black sedan pulled up. Probably the only car she'd see for the rest of the night, as it was already creeping towards morning. With one more glance at the gas station window, Sarah stood, and stomped out her cigarette. She walked towards the car.

"Going South?" She smiled lightly, her voice soft. The man nodded, reaching across to open up the passenger door.

"What's your name?" He asked her, putting a hand on her knee as he pulled out of the parking lot. The car was warm inside, expensive leather interior and a new CD player.

"Sta-Sarah," She corrected quickly, leaning forward and craning her neck to glance out the back window as he continued to speak to her, to ask her questions.

The man drove quickly, and they must've been miles from the gas station by then, but she swore she could hear the sound of motorcycles and laughter fading into the night.

The End.