AN- Sorry for the delay but I had the most difficult time trying to decide whether or not to put Tris in it but I've made up my mind that it is benefical for another female character. You don't need to know much about Tris execpt that she's Dwayne's mate. Anyway, now that I've finally updated I hope you enjoy...

David sent Dwayne and Marko back to the Cave as soon as rain began to pour from the sky in such a manner that they had to bow their heads and shield they're eyes or be blinded by the heavy downpour.

David rested his hand on the small of her back to guide her up the beach toward his clothes, the wet sand shifting in a cool mass beneath their feet. Quickly, David pulled on his boots and picked up his shirt. In the space of only a few seconds the rain had completely soaked the shirt so he held the sopping top in his fist while he picked up his jackets.

"Where do you want to go?" He asked, raising his voice over the roar of the waves and pounding of the rain upon the ground so that her mortal ears could hear. "I'll take you anywhere you want. My bike is just down the street."

She shook her head. "Look, thanks and all to you and your friends, but I'd rather walk." She said as she wrapped her arms around her body, her teeth chattered slightly with cold.

David gazed at her, his eyebrows nearly raised in surprise but he quickly schooled his face into its calm mask despite the fact that it felt as if someone had just slapped him. No female besides Dwayne's mate had ever refused him anything. They always fell at his feet just to get his attention or a few seconds of his time.

"Take my jacket, at least." He said as he held out his leather jacket for her.

The girl shook her head and turned to leave. "Thanks again, David." She called over her shoulder.

His eyes widened and his lips parted a little in surprise. He wanted to grab her, turn her around and demand an explanation. She had no right to know his name without him giving it and he not know hers. It did not register yet that most people that lived in Santa Carla not only knew his name but the names of the other Lost Boys as well. David felt like calling out to her and asking her name but knew she wouldn't hear him. Briefly, he thought of running after her but dispensed with the thought almost as soon as it appeared in his mind for his pride was too great for him to run after some girl he just meet.

Still stung by both rejections, David walked up the street to his motorcycle while people ran past him with heads covered with a variety of objects and articles of clothing to shield them. The vampire turned his head up to the black sky with a snort of impatience and let the rain wash away the salty water from his body, relishing the way it felt against his bare skin and wished it could wash away all memories of what had transpired over the last few hours. It was irritating, this feeling of interest that he had with this girl. She should be nothing more than food saved for later but she wasn't and despite his best attempts he could not get her out of his mind.

Swinging his shirt and jacket over his shoulder, David straddled the bike and gunned the engine. The rain should have stung his skin like a million tiny knives at the speed he was going but he was impervious to it and pushed the machine as fast as it could go until he reached the Cave. He parked the bikes next to the others but hesitated before going inside, his mind still troubled by what had happened though he was eager to find out what Dwayne had been trying to hide.

Skirting the puddles of rain water David entered the Cave to hear Dwayne's mate, Tristan, say, "Hold still, Dwayne, so I can get a good look."

Properly in the Cave, David saw Dwayne jump a little as Tris touched his arm.

"Who pokes an open wound?" Dwayne glared at his mate. They were sitting on the battered couch, his arm twisted backward so his elbow faced upward and the limb stretched out on front of Tris.

"I barely touched you." She growled back a reply. From the corner of her eye she saw David enter and looked round at the blonde. "I heard about your latest excursion for a meal." She said, eyes twinkling with mischief.

David snorted. "She was hardly a meal."

"But she will be right?" Tris asked.

David watched in amusement as they all waited with baited breath for his answer. "Maybe." He gave a shrug of indifference and smirked.

"I think the better question is: Does she interest you?" Dwayne asked, hissing as Tris poked his arm.

"Well, I'm certainly interested in how you managed to let the current smash you against the bluff." Tris ignored her mate's glare when she prodded a tender area.

"You actually made it to the bluff and back?" David dropped her saturated clothes and went to inspect Dwayne's arm to see a gash splitting open the forearm. "Impressive."

"David." Tris nearly yelled in such a way that the blonde looked up with a startled expression. "Would you pick up your clothes?" She said with exasperation.

"Yes, ma'am." David said in a mocking voice and picked up the clothing only to throw it at a Paul who dropped it right back on the floor.

Tris gave a long-suffering sigh but didn't comment anymore on it.

Tristan was a pretty little thing with café-au-lait skin, large brown almond shaped eyes and a thick mane of brown hair that rivaled Dwayne's in length. David could even at some times think her beautiful but if she had been mortal she would have been a snack and nothing more. As it was, she was Dwayne's mate and the rest of them had thought of her as a sister from the beginning and felt a fierce type of protectiveness toward her perhaps because she was their only female member.

"You didn't answer the question." Dwayne said softly, examining the wound by holding the limb out in front and twisting it.

"What question?"

"You find her interesting, don't you?"

David shrugged. "I guess."

Marko had been silent until now, occupying David's wheelchair with one knee drawn up to his chin and his arms wrapped around it. "So will you turn her?"

"The last thing we need is another woman." David answered as he sat to the other side of Tris and put his legs on her lap, wetting her jeans with his soaking pants.

Tris made a face at his comment which he responded to with a smirk even as she pushed his legs off. "I think it would be great to have another woman around. It would do you some good, David. You all would be an absolute mess without me."

Paul made a hurt sound and clasped his hands over his heart. "Hey, girl, that hurts. Dwayne, you sure she's the one for you? She's way too mean."

Dwayne pretended not to hear and continued his self-examination while Tris threw a pillow at the other vampire. Paul rose quickly from his seat and grabbed her around the waist, hoisting her upon his shoulders and ran around the cave while she pounded his back with her fists and Marko chased in fun.

Dwayne left his arm alone and looked at David with a serious expression set on his face. "Will you turn her?"

The blonde stroked the stubble on his chin thoughtfully for a moment and said, "No. I have everything I want and I'd rather kill her myself than have her make everything I have feel like less than it is."

Dwayne shook his head. "Do you honestly believe that? Do you think Tris makes me feel like you're less of a brother or me less of a vampire? If this girl is your mate then she will make you feel complete. She'll change you." He glanced over at Tris and a smile almost instantly graced his lips.

David felt a slight pang of jealousy but easily smothered it. "I don't want to change." He said with conviction though it sounded forced as if he were trying to convince himself.