-pushes a button that plays the McDonald's theme song- I'm lovin' it! 8D

I've been seriously obsessed with the Breakfast Club lately xD Just watched it for the first time a few days ago and I can't stop loving it! It's an awesome movie! Also i've been watching Back to the Future a lot -nod- Basically anything 80's. Now I must go watch Halloween for the first time rofl, i'm so lame for not watching these movies before xD

This story is so much fun. I'm almost sorry it's going by so fast D: no need to fret though, it's not ending for a long while yet.

Disclaimer: You know what i'm about to say. I don't own the Lost Boys D:

I looked up when we stopped and gasped. We were back at the cave. Paul got off before me and held out his hand for me, which I smacked away and jumped off. I backed up slightly, eyes shifting between all of them, before I broke into a sprint, running away from them. Suddenly a hand gripped mine and spun me around with such force that I almost fell over. It was David, and he wasn't happy at all, and he had a grip on Claire's arm, "Don't be stupid, Lulu. You can't run, and you know you won't be able to resist forever, and what happens when you can't contain it anymore?"

Growling I snatched my arm back, "I'd stake myself before that ever happens."

"You won't, you can't stake yourself, Lu."

"Then i'll have a couple vampire hunters I know do it for me." Ok so that was a bluff. I didn't want to die so I would never go have Edgar and Alan kill me, but he didn't need to know that. Nevertheless, David snarled at the mention of vampire hunters. We glared at each other, neither of us wavering, until Dwayne spoke up behind us, "Give her some time to think it over. They'll all see reason after a couple days."

My eyes shifted to him but he was leaning against his bike, with his normal bored expression, keeping Cheyenne close to his side. She was trying to pull away slightly, but he held firm. I wondered how he became one of them. Did he want to? Did any of them want to? Did they have a choice? They all seemed pretty at ease with their situations but there had to be doubts in their minds sometimes, right? Did they have any shred of humanity left? I shifted my eyes back to David and saw him watching me with softened eyes, "You know you don't want to hurt Ricky. But if you wait long enough, you won't be able to control yourself."

With that David dragged both me and Claire to the cave, threatening to literally pick us up and throw us into the cave if we didn't co-operate, and left us in the lobby while they went out, probably to eat or scope out their victims for tomorrow night. Before he left, Paul twirled me around so I was facing him and smiled at me, "It'll be great girl! Party all night, sleep all day. What more do you want?" I watched him leave with a bitter smile. "Humanity." I whispered when I thought he had gone.

Rose burst into tears when they left, drawing her legs up to her chest and burying her face into her knees. We all crowded around her and started crying, much to my own dismay. I hated crying but the tears behind my eyes couldn't be held in any longer. We were all prisoners, and we knew it. I was just glad Claire didn't saw I told you so. Carefully we hoisted Rose off the floor and carried her to the bed they had rigged up. Ricky was already asleep on the other side and Cheyenne climbed in to be in between them.

Claire and I sat on the couches to think. What other choices did we have? The Frog Brothers could stake us, or kill David. Becoming a full vampire wasn't even an option I was going to think about. Either I died, or he died. What would happen to the other boys, though, if David died? Would they die too, or would they go back to being human? They weren't half-vampires like me, they were full fledged. The stupid comic book they gave me didn't say anything about full fledged vampires. And, if we all died, who would take care of Ricky? He had no one else. I didn't trust the boys to raise him, knowing them they'd make him a damn vampire.

I laid down to get some sleep for a few hours, then woke up when I heard the sound of someone flying into the room. I froze, not knowing how to proceed, but not being able to look back to see who it was out of fear. I didn't think David would hurt me, but I wouldn't put it past him to scare me into joining them. I almost exploded from anticipation, until a voice whispered in the dark, "Chill out, Lu, I can smell your fear from here." It was Paul. I breathed a sigh of relief and spun around to see him on top of the fountain again, looking at me casually. "Done feeding?" I asked, adding a bitter emphasize on feeding. Beside me Claire was fast asleep on the other couch, not even noticing us.

He shrugged and moved around the fountain, looking up at me sometimes then back down at the cigarette in his hand. I watched him without stopping him. You'd never guess he was a vampire, he didn't look the part at all. He had that rock star edge that made you think he was an aspiring singer or something, but he did have that certain punk attitude about him that I guess David saw too. "What were you like, before?" I whispered, flinching when the question came out. My mouth wasn't listening to my brain, which told me not to speak. Paul looked at me and shrugged again, "I don't really remember. After a while you just sorta forget things, ya know? I know that I went out to eat one night by myself and met David. That's pretty much it."

I got up to follow him around the fountain, stepping over the chandelier while I went, and he went on, "It's not all that bad. We all joined the pack 'cause we weren't happy with our lives. Now, we have a better life. Better family too."

"A better life?" I backed up out of his reach and stared at him. "So murder is an alternative if I don't like my life? And a better family? Those guys are insane! How can you possibly think they're-"

"Don't insult my pack Lucy," Paul growled all of a sudden, halting my speech. His eyes were getting slightly amber so I shut my mouth with a pout. He ran a hand through his hair and jumped onto the couch I was just on to lay on it, "David, Dwayne and Marko are my brothers. They protect me when I need it and they're always there. I may not go through what I used to go through but shit, I know they're there for me. They care. They don't show it all the time but once you're in the pack you'll understand."

"I'm not going to be in the pack. I don't want to be this." I mumbled. He chuckled but didn't say anything else. In our silence we took to looking at each other then we thought the other wasn't looking. It worked, for about five seconds, until Paul just held my gaze. A blush ran up my body when I could see him properly and I began to feel slightly uncomfortable. I had a vampire, a very good looking vampire at that, laying in front of me with what I knew was an on purpose come-hither-look, looking at me like I was on the menu, and all I did was blush. And god damn if he didn't smell good. His blood called to me, not as harshly as Ricky's or any other humans but more so then any other vampire in the group. I tried not to be affected by his vampire magic, I tried to tell myself I hated him, I tried to tell myself he was a dangerous killer, but when he sat up I walked over and sat next to him. Resistance was futile. The cynical voice in the back of my head told me he was using some sort of seducing magic, but I shut it up.

He raised a hand and brushed the hair out of my eyes, grinning when he did. His hand was so cold that I shivered but I couldn't help lean into it. I felt his fingertips running down my cheek, down my neck, until they stopped at my waist, but I was looking in his eyes. Such beautiful eyes. Tinted with amber on the edges, a warning sign my brain refused to acknowledge, but blue everywhere else. As beautiful as the ocean and as dangerous.

His lips touched mine very briefly, just to test what would happen. Neither of us spontaneously combusted, which I took as a good sign, so he brushed our lips together again. Again I shivered, but I couldn't tell if it was from his lips being so cold or just his lips in general. Whatever it was I wanted more. Scooting a little closer I pressed our lips together, firmly. He smiled into the kiss and brought his other hand up to rest in my hair. My own hands explored their way up his neck and down his chest. The mesh shirt he wore was soft and new. Vaguely I wondered how many he had. He nipped my bottom lip a little and I saw what his intentions were. I opened my mouth a little and a tiny moan escaped me.

We moved together, him pushing me back slightly and me pulling him down with me, until he was laying on top of me. I didn't have time to feel awkward. My blood was racing and I knew he could smell it, because I could smell his. I could tell because his eyes turned just a tad more amber and his fingernails lightly grazed my back, arching me up into him. I heard a hiss but I wasn't sure if it was him or me. I pulled him down to my mouth again threw his jacket to the ground, lightly touching his arms when they were exposed. I didn't know when the last time he had his jacket off was but by the look on his face I assumed it was quite a while. Smiling I kissed him again and tried to assure him that I liked what I saw.

I moved to take my shirt off but he stopped me, panting slightly but giving me a grin. He nipped at my neck, making me twitch, and his hands were traveling up to pull my shirt off. Damn stubborn male, he wanted to be the one to take my shirt off. While we kissed his eyes had gone from being amber tinted when I took his jacket off to being red when he lifted my shirt high enough to see my bra. I heard a deep growl and was surprised to find it coming from him. I honestly didn't think that low of a sound could come out of him.

"Yo, Paul!" Both of us gave a squawk of surprise and fell off the couch in surprise. Marko sat on the fountain, watching us and grinning, and Dwayne looked at us with a raised eyebrow from beside the opening where they disappeared, leaning against the wall with a smirk. Claire shot up from where she was sleeping and looked around. I blinked, then realized Paul was still on top of me and we were on the floor. Paul got over the shock in like, a second. His eyes narrowed and with a growl he got off of me. "We should come home early more often if this is what we find." Marko laughed and got tackled by Paul, who playfully engaged him in a tussle. I was still in a momentary state of shock but it wore off like Paul's and I was pissed. How dare Paul try and do that after the day of hell he put me and my sisters through. I couldn't look at Claire, afraid I would find disappointment in her eyes. Instead I stalked back to the bed and slide in beside Rose.

"Nope, sorry girl," Paul said grabbing me by my waist and pulling me back. I yelped and smacked him on the arms while he put me down. "We have our own sleeping areas, which you girls will be joining us in." The last part sent a shiver up and down my spine, but it wasn't of pleasure. It was of fear. What did they expect us to do in their rooms? I sincerely hoped the answer was sleep.

Eventually David came strolling into the cave, only sparing me and Paul a glance while he grabbed Claire, who yelled and swore some more, and stalked to the back, through a hole I hadn't noticed before. Dwayne, Paul and Marko looked at each other and I felt Paul shifting so he could follow. Then I felt it, the sun was coming up soon. My strength was wearing down slightly, and I could only imagine what it was doing to them. Dwayne picked up a sleeping Cheyenne carefully and cradled her while he walked inside the hole. I was aware of Marko taking Rose the same way but my mind was focused on Ricky. What would he think when he woke up alone?

Paul didn't give me a chance to think about it. He pulled me along through the hole, chattering about how 'cool' his room was, until we hit a hallway with a door that had a poster on it. I could only assume it was Paul's room. His room was decorated with guitars, drums, keyboards, and all kinds of other musical instruments lying around and posters everywhere. I looked at one of the posters and raised my eyebrows. He was on the front of it, apparently in a bad called, "R0CK". Terribly un-clever name but I was more shocked that he actually had a life before being a vampire. I looked at him to ask about it but found him already laying down, fully clothed. After a second he patted the empty space next to him and I hesitated.

Nervously I climbed in and laid beside him, my back turned to him so I didn't have to look at his face. He wasn't having that apparently. He spun me around and I was captured by his eyes. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes. Not as harsh as David's but dangerous in their own right. They always held a manner of mischief in them, no matter what he was doing. And right now they were burning with something else; lust. Whether it was lust or blood lust I didn't know.

Without asking for permission of any sort he pressed his lips against mine firmly, and moved me closer so I was pressed against him. Again I tried to resist, but he bit my lip and I was lost. I didn't know what it was. Something about him just made my mind melt and my common sense fly. I didn't know what to think or do, but my instincts told me to open my mouth, and i'm glad I did. Our tongues flowed together, tasting one another, and exploring the unknown territories of our mouths. I could taste the blood in his mouth and it drove me nuts, against my better will.

He pushed me back slightly so I was laying down completely, with him on top of me. Just like out in the living room. His lips traveled from my mouth to my neck, where he nipped at the skin softly. His teeth had grown I knew and my body shuddered underneath him. With his teeth grazing my skin it was like I was being teased and I couldn't take it. With a growl I switched our positions, effectively surprising him, and moved down to his neck. It was alabaster and marble, completely perfect. I smelled the blood underneath and grazed my newly grown teeth down to his shoulder, stopping to bite and suckle where his neck and shoulder met, but I didn't draw blood yet. He groaned and clutched my waist tighter, almost to the point of bruising.

All of a sudden he pushed away and panted, closing his eyes with a pout. It only took me all of two seconds to realize he had fallen asleep, against his own will. A chuckle welled up in my throat. He'd be pissed tomorrow night. Lightly I lifted my shirt to see bruises on my waist already forming. He obviously didn't know his own strength, even with a half-vampire woman.

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Day by day, or rather night by night, I could see changes in my sisters. We weren't allowed to leave the cave until we agreed to feed, which we didn't do, but the few times that everyone was in the cave was the moments I saw the changes. Rose would sit on Marko's lap and just lay there, not talking, not looking at much, but rather it seemed she was trying to hear a heartbeat in his chest. Marko would intertwine their fingers and talk to her in her ear, making her giggle sometimes but most of the time she didn't reply.

Cheyenne was always beside Dwayne, no matter where they were. When the boys went out to hunt he would give her a long look, which she returned, that made me wonder if they had suddenly become psychic. When he returned she'd cling to him again and he'd let her, smoothing out her hair or kissing her on the temple. If I didn't know any better i'd say he loved her or something. She at least seemed comfortable and secure around him, but if he wanted to help her at all, which i'm sure he didn't, he would find a way to make her outspoken and not timid again.

Claire and David were another story. They argued constantly, mainly about us becoming vampires, but neither of them would make the other budge. David would sometimes pull a leader move and force her to back down but that only meant she'd yell at him again when she was normal. Neither of them made headway with one another but sometimes when Claire fell asleep I saw David brush her cheek, and he thought I didn't notice.

Paul and I didn't evolve much. He kept me close and kissed me even when everyone was looking but I didn't let him normally. I had to stay angry at them all or I would fall, I knew I would. We didn't talk much of our pasts, as he couldn't remember his and I wasn't in the mood to divulge mine. In the moments before he fell asleep we would kiss and he'd whisper something that I never caught, and he'd put his arm around me before falling asleep. One night, I didn't want him to fall asleep. I wanted him to stay up and keep kissing me. And that scared me. I had to get out of the room, out of the cave, out of their lives, before I completely succumbed to them.

I waited for a few minutes, then tiptoed to the door, venturing out to the living room. I spotted the bed, and Ricky shifting around in his sleep, and made my way over, pulling him close while we slept. Poor Ricky had become more withdrawn, not talking much and keeping to himself. He told me during the times he wasn't asleep or being watched by the boys he'd go to the boardwalk. He apparently met Edgar and Alan, but he didn't say anything to them about us. He knew what the Lost Boys were and he knew what we were, he wasn't stupid. He also wanted to help, but he didn't know how.

My mind drifted lazily to the tourists who would be out on the boardwalk right now. All of them came for the beach, regardless of the reputation of the town. None of them knew the true terror of the night like I did. If they knew they'd probably get a S.W.A.T team down here before anyone could raise a finger. My stomach clenched a little at the thought, then I frowned. Was I feeling...protective? Of the Lost Boys?

Then again...they did save our lives. I was still puzzled as to why they did that. Why did they save us and then not kill us? As far as I knew they didn't go around saving girls from muggers every day, so why me? Why my family? What made us so special? And for that matter why did they change us? What possible reason did they have to change us, of all people. There wasn't anything special about us. Questions that I had no answers to kept flooding my brain until I had to ignore them. The only way i'd get answers was to talk to them and I didn't want to do that.

I had to wonder though, who were the people who attacked us anyway? David said this was their territory, meaning their hunting ground. Were the other guys...vampires? That would explain why I never saw their faces, and how they threw me through the air with the greatest of ease. Joel said it wasn't over between them, did that mean he would come back? If so, what would happen to me and Ricky then? We were the prize lost in that situation. Hopefully Joel would figure David ate us or something.

I fell asleep to wondering how my sisters were doing. Nighttime couldn't come fast enough. By the time dusk had settled my strength went from verging on collapsing to perky, again. My own moods were giving me whiplash. Ricky woke up a few hours earlier it seemed, and was reading a comic book while laying next to me. It seemed to early for the others to wake up, but I smelled something strange when I did wake up fully, then I saw four people standing in the entrance to the cave in front of us. They just stood there, looking at us. Being annoyed and feeling threatened wasn't a good mix, and I was feeling both emotions. My inner vampire clawed it's way out and I felt my eyes bleed and my teeth grow, my fingernails growing a second later. Now I could see with perfect clarity and I swore again. The men were the vampires I thought of earlier, Joel and his gang. Repeating the same swear word over and over I got up, keeping Ricky behind me.

"Ricky, if something happens, run back through the hole and bang on the doors." I said so softly that I was sure they didn't hear. Ricky nodded, shocked that he hadn't noticed the four. "I see ol' David changed you," Joel said when he got close enough, "But you're not one of us yet, are you?" I glared at him and shook my head, "Nor will I be."

Joel smirked and started circling me, his gang staying off the the sides. "David's an idiot. If it were me i'd force you to feed. You have so much untapped potential in that lithe body of yours, but David doesn't want to unleash it," I shuddered at his words. I knew what vampires could do, I knew what the inner beast in my mind wanted me to do. Joel carried on while I shivered, "You were just a meal before, a midnight snack, but now, now you could be a powerful addition to our family. You only have to feed. Feed, and you can have everything you want. We'll even change your little family, so you're not alone."

At the mention of my family I snapped. My eyes became deadly and my teeth and talons grew sharper. "You touch Ricky or any of my sisters and i'll rip your god damn head off. I'll never become one of you. I'm not going to change for the Lost Boys, what makes you think i'll change for your stupid gang?"

Joel wasn't even phased, "Because I can sense the power in you, the hunter that you'll become. It's always a nice thing to have a newborn in a gang, just because of the bloodshed they provide. You could become so much more if you decide to, and I can help you unleash that power."

I grew revolted at his speech. They were true murderers, in all sense of the word. And they expected I would agree to something like that? Before I could say anything Ricky was coming around my arm, snarling at Joel, "Fuck off, my sisters aren't interested in your screwed up clan, we already have one of our own." Joel glared at Ricky, seemingly debating whether or not to kill him, then he hesitated, sniffing the air and growling, "I'll be back, think about it, or else i'd worry for your siblings life span."

He cast a threatening glance at Ricky, then was off in a second, disappearing into the night with his gang behind him. I stood there gaping, until the boys stopped beside us. My sisters all crowded around me and Ricky and checked us to see if we were alright. The Lost Boys had flown out to follow Joel. I couldn't focus. Everything was swirling and blurring around me. Before I could wonder if vampires were able to faint I saw blackness.

Gosh my vampires are more emotional then the Lost Boys. They faint and cry too much. Blame the fact that I just got Twilight xD I gotta tell you, there is a serious gap between The Lost Boys and Twilight. In fact, Twilight shouldn't even be considered a vampire movie, more like a mythical chick flick.

Anyway, R&R?