I'm sick with the flu and it seemed like a good idea to post it before the weekend, which is what i'll do from now on. People read things more on the weekend I think. Anyway, hope you enjoy this!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned the Lost Boys, but I own the Lost Girls instead.

"Got enough money for a snack?" Rose asked the next night while we were on the boardwalk again. Ricky and Cheyenne had gone off to go look for some fun rides to go on while Rose begged me to look for those boys again. I had to roll my eyes at my sister but I joined her, if only to be her chaperon. I didn't know why but I was curious about my interest in the boys, but even I couldn't really explain it. Something about them made me drawn to them, like moths to a flame. Something about them made me look past every other guy around and focus on them. I didn't think it was just their overall hotness, but something charismatic about them.

Although, and normally Cheyenne is the more observant and subtle one of us, I saw something in their eyes last night that gave me the shivers. It was when we noticed they were watching us by the merry go round. When I locked eyes with Paul, I saw hunger in his eyes. I passed it off then as just an intense stare, but now my common sense was warning me it was something different, something sinister.

Or maybe it was just an intense stare and my mind was making it out to be something different. Who was I to judge? Besides, my hand passed over my blade absently and I smiled, we could kick their asses if they tried anything anyway...probably.

Lovely that a McDonald's happened to be on the boardwalk, right next to the Frog brothers comic store too. I moseyed inside, feeling the impulse to say hi for some reason, Rose complaining behind me. "Hey boys, miss me?" I asked, placing my elbows on the counter. Edgar frowned at me and made a shoo gesture with his hands. I looked down and chuckled when I saw new comic books underneath my arms. Alan took them when I moved and spoke, "Nothing interesting yet?"

"Not unless you include you two. What's with you guys? Looking for a certain kind of strange or something?"

"You could say that," Edgar replied. I rolled my eyes. "Well you might want to get out of this store then. Cause there's a whole mess of strange outside."

"No shit."

"Did you read the comic book?"

I nodded and suddenly another comic book was thrust upon me. Another vampire comic. I suspected a trend here. Either way I took the comic, as it was free, and gestured for Rose to come to the counter. When she did the boys eyebrows shot up. I guessed it was her outfit, or the way she was walking, both made boys do strange things, even weird boys like the Frog's.

"This is my sister, Rose. Rose, that's Edgar and Alan." Both brothers just nodded at her, as she did to them, and I could feel them all appraising each other. Rose seemed to wrinkle her nose at the boys and I knew what she was thinking, too young. I covered a snicker with a cough and announced it was time to go. Before we left Rose flipped the comic book over and a phone number caught my eyes, "This your number, boys?" Edgar nodded and Alan tapped the number slightly, "If you need us. But pray that you never need us."

All I could do was blink and I felt Rose shuddering with silent laughter as we walked out. Finally we let it out in front of McDonald's. Two teenage kids gave us their phone number! Rose wondered through her giggles if their phone number was on every comic and I cackled and walked in, only to swallow my giggles when I saw who was inside.

The Lost Boys were all lounged out in one of the booths. It looked like they had finished eating already, but the management seemed too frightened to throw them out. I was almost tempted to ignore them while I walked up to the counter, but then I heard Paul, "Yo, chicks, come over here!"

Reluctantly I looked at them and threw up my pointer finger as a signal to wait a minute so I could order. They all rolled their eyes but didn't say anything else. Rose, however, felt no such need to make them wait and pranced over to their booth.

Once I ordered I made my way over, unconsciously smoothing out my long, gypsy skirt, borrowed from Rose's closet, to make myself look presentable. I was wearing sandals and for some reason my toes instantly got cold when I got in their presence. As soon as I got close enough, Paul clasped his hand around my wrist and pulled me down to sit on his lap. "Hey, how's Santa Carla treatin' ya?"

I blushed and struggled to get up but his grip was tight. Finally David barked out for him to let go, which he did with a pout, and I flew up to stand beside Rose, who was giggling. I ignored his question for the moment and crossed my arms. "Nice way to greet a lady. Anybody else want to add anything?"

It looked like Paul wanted to add something else but David glared at him, which made him pout again. Dwayne and Marko just snickered. With a huff I sat down at the table next to their booth and looked at them. Strange bunch of guys but I wondered why I only ever saw them on the boardwalk, at night. Beside me Rose took a seat with hesitation, clearly wanting to sit closer.

"You didn't answer Paul's question," David remarked after I stared at them for a minute. I was surprised he was talking to me. "Oh, it's fine. Thank you again for helping us." David nodded away my thanks, "Beach life treating you well?"

I nodded, frowning a little. "It's fine. We're getting by." Again David nodded, this time giving a little smile that he didn't think I noticed. It was gone within a second but I still saw it. The others didn't seem that interested in the conversation so I turned my attention to them. "Do you guys normally hang out around the boardwalk? Seems a little too tame."

They smirked. "We hang out other places, but the boardwalk is our main haunt I guess. It's where the best...food is." Paul cackled, drawing chuckled from the other boys, as if sharing some inside joke. There didn't seem to be a time where he wasn't amused by something. I had to like that about him, despite his other annoying tendencies. Like the way he was looking at my chest like there wasn't a shirt there. I was wearing one of Claire's corset shirts under my jacket, that I threw on without thinking about, without a bra.

With a small blush I crossed my arms over my chest. Paul stuck his tongue out and waggled it slightly, causing me to blush a deeper red. It was then that my order was rung up. I bid them a reluctant goodbye, took my food, gave the cashier a tip and a smile for having to deal with the boys, and left. Heaving a sigh outside when I realized Rose wasn't following. I headed back inside and barked for Rose to get moving. She jumped, having been mesmerized with the boys already, and shot them a smile, then finally followed me out.

"What's the rush?" Paul asked, slipping into a casual walk beside us. Marko came up on Rose's other side and his trademark chestier cat grin was back, "Yeah, why'd you ask if we hung out other places if you don't wanna hang out?"

"If we ever do we'll let you know. For now though I have to get this food to Cheyenne and Ricky." I clutched the bag tighter when Paul came up behind me to sniff. Dwayne, for once, hit Paul lightly. "Back off man, no wonder she doesn't want to hang out."

"Chill Dwayne. Lulu likes me, right Lu?"

"If you keep your eyes to yourself, sure."

"Ouch, that stings girl!"

"It's the truth, don't deny it."

"If I don't deny it do I get it?"

"Shut up, Paul."

Everyone chuckled while me and Paul argued all the way to the merry go round. Ricky was on one of the horses and Cheyenne was on a giraffe, actually smiling and laughing. Each of them was trying to push the other off but not seriously. I knew if one of them actually succeeded there would be a look of shock on their face and a lot of apologizing afterward. Cheyenne's hair was down, blowing around her face, which made her look so much younger, much more carefree. I smiled while watching them. It was nice to be getting our sister back. Rose nudged me suddenly and shifted her eyes to Dwayne in a discreet manner. I snuck a peek and raised my eyebrow. We both looked at Dwayne, who was watching Cheyenne with a very interesting look on his face. The same look Paul gave me last night, the hungry look. The kind of look that would make Cheyenne probably wet herself if he gave it to her while she was looking.

Ricky spotted us after a second and jumped off the horse to me to get his food. In his excitement he ignored the boys behind us, who looked at him with raised eyebrows. Cheyenne hopped off her giraffe and joined us, pulling her hair up while she was at it. I gave a sigh. Around others she'd revert back to her brooding self. She didn't even seem to notice Dwayne was still watching her.

"So why did you girls move here?" David asked while we were all eating. Ricky looked up at David and answered for me, "Our mom died, we moved here." That was the first time I heard him say anything about it since we arrived in Santa Carla. I patted his hand but it was Cheyenne who answered, surprising us all, "The government took all the money we got when Ma died to pay off her debts, which left us practically in the poor house. Our sister lives near the beach here and she invited us all to stay with her. So, at least we're still a family."

David nodded, something I grew accustomed to him doing, and made a gesture to his boys that meant follow. I didn't bother to get up and go with them, I knew he was talking to his boys. Rose opened her mouth for a fraction of a second before Cheyenne elbowed her gently, "Don't embarrass yourself Rose. Make them want to come back over here." I couldn't help but be surprised by her words. I always forgot she was only a year younger then me, thus she had her own share of male experiences. None of which lasted longer then a couple months mind you but still, she was her own expert on males. Rose took her advice without question, turning back to Ricky to eat their french fries.

The rev of an engine and a yell made me jump and spun around to see the Lost Boys riding up, on motorcycles. I gaped at the bikes slightly until David spoke, "Need a ride home?"

Rose spoke for all of us, "Sure! We'd love a ride, right girls?." All the while I was shaking my head, my eyes wide. Motorcycles always scared me, ever since our uncle died on one. Even if I was riding with someone I don't think i'd get over my fear long enough to enjoy the ride. Cheyenne was also staring at the bikes with apprehension. I knew she had ridden a motorcycle before but I think it was the people on the bikes she was apprehensive of.

"Come on sis, live a little. I can hold on tight. I've never been on a bike before." Ricky begged, his blue eyes shining bright. David offered Ricky a hand, which he took almost instantly, and hauled him up to sit behind him. A trickle of fear spread through me but David only moved the bike up and down the boardwalk, proving to me that it could work. Ricky was having the time of his life too.

Paul held out his hand for me but I refused to get on. "Aw come on." Paul whined. I looked at Ricky, who smiled and whooped again, then bunched up my skirt and got on the back, very slowly. The fear of being on one of these metal death traps crept up on me again while I clutched Paul around the middle for dear life. To my sisters if I got on it meant it was a done deal. Cheyenne moved slowly to get on the back of Dwayne's bike and Rose practically pounced on the back of Marko's.

"Don't worry, we don't go too fast." Paul craned his neck around to smirk at me. I closed my eyes in fear when he started the bike up and clutched him tighter. Then we were off. Apparently fast was a matter of opinion.

The wind whipped at my face, so I leaned my face down to rest on Paul's back. That felt a little better. Dwayne whooped and howled from beside us, jumping over things on the boardwalk while we drove down it. Cheyenne clutching his middle in fear. David was careful while he drove Ricky down, swerving and avoiding any obstacles. Marko was bringing up the rear, speeding up as we got off the boardwalk, Rose laughing and giggling from behind him. I guess it was slightly funny to watch people jump out of the way and yell at us while we drove past them.

The same creepy feeling from last night set in when I realized I hadn't given them directions to where we lived but they were on the right path anyway. It didn't take long. Maybe ten minutes but it was better then walking I supposed. I figured i'd leave the boys in the driveway, and not invite them in, to keep Claire's house from being destroyed. Or the other, worse, option, introducing them to Claire. "Thanks for the ride boys." I said, struggling to get off. Paul helped me down and I shook out my skirt to gain some dignity, which didn't work since everyone was chuckling at my dismount anyway. Ricky had an easier time since David lifted him out of the seat and set him on the ground.

I waited for my siblings to join me before strolling up to the door. When I heard noises behind me I turned and raised an eyebrow at the boys I knew were following us, "Did you guys want something...?"

"Yeah actually. You guys don't have a curfew do you?" Paul leaned against the wall and looked at me with those gorgeous eyes. I fidgeted under his gaze. Were they going to invite us somewhere? "I don't think so..." I didn't know if they were going to invite us somewhere, but I liked staying home. The others girls could go if they wanted but i'd have to be more persuaded to go somewhere. Shaking my head I led Ricky inside, gesturing for the boys to come in if they want to. For some reason they didn't move, they just looked at the floor of my doorway.

"You coming in or...?"

"Are you inviting us?" David asked finally.

"Sure? You're invited, come in if you want." I was confused but I didn't think about it. Ricky ran into the kitchen, to get something to drink, and I followed, intent on getting drinks for everyone else. Claire seemed to keep her selection of beer handy, thankfully. David and Dwayne flopped down on the couch, Rose and Cheyenne taking the other one, while Paul and Marko wandered around. They seemed as comfortable here as they did at McDonald's. Ricky tapped Paul's shoulder and led him out to the balcony while I sat on one of the chairs to observe.

Dwayne was definitely the quietest one and I had to wonder what he was thinking. He was obviously of Native American decent but he dressed differently, in his leather jacket with nothing underneath. He had a strange necklace on that I didn't want to think was skulls but it appeared to be. He took a swig of his drink and looked at Cheyenne stealthily. I snuck a look at my sister and found she had in fact noticed his stare, and was blushing and fidgeting with her Walkman.

David wore all black that clashed against his platinum hair. Something about his just seemed to scream dangerous at me, but I found him nice enough. He had a secret though, I could tell. I just didn't know what it was. He always looked smug about something, like he was better then everyone around him. His look only ever softened when he looked at his friends.

Marko looked to be the youngest, probably a year or two younger then me, but everything about him seemed older and wiser. His eyes were calculating and always moving around. He chewed his nail a lot and I found that endearing, as I did the same thing when I didn't have anything else to do with my hands. He too looked like he was keeping a secret, but I couldn't figure out what it was. After a minute of wandering he sat next to Rose and propped an arm around her shoulders, something she enjoyed immensely.

I had to crane my neck to see Paul, the one who reminded me the most of my little brother. No wonder they seemed to get along. He was always wired up and hyper and laughing about something and it was cute. He was also probably the second best looking guy in the group too, with his mesh shirt, tight pants and gorgeous blond hair. Definitely rock star.

I noticed Paul looking at himself in the mirror that sat above one of the tables a lot. Vanity, maybe? But no, it looked more like he was looking at himself as if he hadn't seen himself in years. Touching his hair, looking at his own eyes, even twisting to the side to look at his profile. I giggled, drawing the other boys to notice what Paul was doing. David rolled his eyes but Marko and Dwayne got up to join Paul, looking at their reflections with interest as well. I could only imagine what they were doing.

"So, feel like going out?" David pressed. I locked eyes with him and shrugged. I barely knew them I had this feeling in the back of my head that I could trust them, that they wouldn't hurt me, despite the way they looked. Besides, if they didn't care or wanted me hurt they wouldn't have saved me from Joel.

Rose was begging silently with her hands folded, like she was praying, Cheyenne looked only slightly interested in going but I saw in her eyes that this could be her chance to heal, I looked back out to the balcony and saw Ricky looking at me with a pleading expression. Paul had joined him again and was trying to mimic his expression but he only ended up looking naughty, which made me giggle and nod, "All right, fine. Where are we going?"

"No where, not with these boys." I heard Claire growl from the staircase. We all looked and saw her standing with her fists clenched on the railing, glaring daggers at the boys we had invited in. "What's your problem?" Rose asked, not venomously but curiously. Claire only pushed herself off the rail to stalk down to where we were all sitting, pointing a finger at the boys, who all looked slightly confused, "I know you punks take girls all the time to god knows where and do god knows what to them, and no one ever sees them again! Well you are not getting my sisters, so get the hell out of my house."

Her words stunned me. This was the angry side of Claire that we hardly ever saw, but she was never mad for no reason. I saw Rose open and close her mouth repeatedly before shooting out of Marko's half-embrace to stand beside Claire, who wrapped an arm around her and glared at the boys. Could it be true? I looked at David, who was watching Claire with such intensity that for a second I thought she would burst into flames.

"They saved Ricky and Lulu from a gang of muggers," Cheyenne spoke up in her quiet voice. Claire's head shot around to look at our sister, who raised her head to look back hard. "Rick and Lu would've died if they hadn't intervened. I don't know what rumors you've heard about them...but I trust them, for now." With that she put her head back down to stare at her hands, but not before shooting a glance at Dwayne. This was all confusing me.

"Yeah, chill out girl. We're cool." Paul chuckled from the balcony. Claire simmered at him, glaring at each one in turn. David, who up until then was watching her as hard as she was glaring at him, stood up and brushed himself off. "You're welcome to join us...Claire is it?"

"I'm not going anywhere with you! Neither are my sisters." She spoke mainly to Cheyenne, who shrugged. I figured it was time for me to speak up, "Claire, we hung out with these boys last night." My tone tried to assure her there was no danger, but in the back of my mind I still wasn't sure. Claire didn't lie about such things, especially when it came to her family. But then, would she lie to protect her family? "Come on Claire, you need to live a little anyway." I added, standing up and going over to Ricky and Paul.

I felt Claire's glare on my back but I didn't look at her. Behind me I heard Claire scoff and head upstairs. We all stood there for a minute, not sure what we were doing, until she came back down with her jacket. "If you people even look at me or my sisters wrong i'll slice you open." She snarled, grabbing Rose's arm and Cheyenne's hand while we walked out the door. I saw David take note of her knife holster and he smiled.

Paul drove me on the back of his bike as we rode through woods and under bridges. At first no one knew where to put Ricky, until Rose convinced everyone she and Ricky would be small enough to fit behind Marko. Claire rode with David, something I could see she did not enjoy at all. I didn't ask where we were going, since whenever I did they'd laugh and tell me it was a surprise. Bloody annoying bikers. It seemed we were speeding up, since all I could see were distant blurs and shapes as we drove by them. I couldn't even fathom how they could drive like this and know where they were going, or not crash for that matter.

Soon we were being covered by fog. I saw a light shining in the distance, and Paul shouted that it was a lighthouse. We were back at the beach? We drove down a pathway that seemed to lead to the entrance of a cave. A "Do not enter - Dangerous" sign blocked our path but the boys just went behind it, guiding us carefully so we wouldn't fall. I took a look around and gasped when we hit our apparent destination. It looked like the lobby of a hotel, only slightly sideways. There was a fountain, an elevator, even a checkout desk.

"Like it?" David asked, looking around with a content look.

"It's cool. What is this place?" Rose gasped, gazing around.

"This used to be the hottest resort in Santa Carla about eighty-five years ago. But they built it on the fault. So, in 1906, when the big one hit San Fransisco," He slapped his hands together and made me jump, "The ground opened up, and this place took a header right into the crack. And now it's ours."

I looked around in appreciation. It did look pretty cool. There were a couple couches here and there, a wheelchair, which David sat in for some reason, and even some music playing in the background, which Paul seemed to control. "Marko, food." He barked. Marko nodded and disappeared. Cheyenne sat next to Dwayne on the couch while Paul grabbed said boom box and jumped onto the fountain. Ricky jumped up with him and they started dancing around to the rock music. Rose, Claire and I just stood, feeling slightly out of place.

David pulled a pack of cigarettes out and held it out for everyone. I grimaced and declined. "Come on, it won't kill you." David pressed. I narrowed my eyes and declined again. I could feel Claire's glare on the platinum blond again. I would drink, but I did not smoke, nor did I want to smoke. And no one would change my mind about that. David's eyes flashed for a second but then he shrugged and gave the pack to Dwayne, who passed one to Cheyenne. I heard Paul singing 'Welcome to the Jungle', not very badly I might add, and sang along quietly, smiling when Paul noticed and grinned at me. I wanted to sing louder but I was struck by a bout of shyness. Here I was in a cave, with four guys that I really knew nothing about, in a little corset shirt and a thin skirt. It was even more embarrassing that the guys were all hot. Beside me I felt Rose shiver and knew she felt the same. Claire didn't ever appear to be shy, she just looked annoyed.

"Ah Chinese, good Marko. Good choice." I heard David say. I wondered if they lived here, or just hung out here. Marko handed us a couple cartons of rice, some forks and a couple beers, which we took gratefully. We always loved Chinese food. Not rice particularly but I wasn't about to complain or seem ungrateful. Guests didn't argue with what the hosts were eating, I was always taught that. My manners also prevented me from eating until everyone else started. Guests never eat before their hosts.

Finally I sat, lounged back against the shattered chandelier on the fountain and closed my eyes slightly, listening to the radio and Paul shifting his feet and dancing beside me. Despite my shyness I liked it here. It felt...right. I was comfortable. I opened my eyes only briefly to see Rose sitting on Marko's lap, eating her food and talking with him. They seemed to be having a good conversation too. Ricky was on the fountain, talking music or some sort of fad with Paul, and having a good time. Cheyenne and Dwayne were eating silently, both look at each other every couple seconds. Claire sat in an empty chair and stabbed her food with her fork while she ate, drawing a chuckle from David.

I felt strange after staying there for a while. Like I was in a dream but knew it was reality. The boys eventually got to dancing us around, twirling us while we laughed to the music on the radio. Maybe I was drunk. I heard 'Like a Virgin' come on the radio and that made me dance more. Paul kept twirling me around on the fountain, telling me I was a great partner. I looked around for Ricky and saw he was passed out on the couch, snoring like a lawn mower. Oh yeah, I was drunk. That would explain why everything looked slightly blurry at the edges. After ages of dancing I sank down on the fountain and closed my eyes, now very very tired. I felt Paul flop next to me and I smiled, leaning against his chest to possibly sleep. I heard a chuckle from above me and didn't think anything of it, until I felt him nip my neck with his mouth.

I squirmed and blushed, not really sure if I wanted him to stop or not. I guess to him, if you don't say no then it's an automatic yes. He pressed his lips against my neck repeatedly and I felt his teeth come out to bite a little. Each bite sent a pleasure and a thrill, like nothing i'd ever felt, through me. Maybe I was still hazy from drinking but I tilted my neck and didn't mind at all when I felt him bite down harder. It didn't hurt, oddly enough. He growled from deep within his chest and this time when he bit down, it hurt like hell. I yelped, not caring who I disrupted, and jumped, but he wouldn't let me out of his arms, his mouth still clamped to my neck. I started to get light headed as I felt something being released into my blood, but at the same time my blood was being taken away. Before I descended into darkness I heard them all laugh and howl again.

I'm evil, and they've been bitten -gasp-

R&R to make me smile in my time of sickness? :)