I've thus decided to upload this story a day early this week because I won't be here tomorrow xD so enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is getting pretty redundant. But still, I didn't have this last chapter for some reason so, I DO NOT OWN THE LOST BOYS. I only own the lost girls ;D

Oddly enough my dreams the next few days were pleasant. Despite the fact that I couldn't see my sisters in real life, they appeared in my dreams easily enough. I didn't know if it was because we had vampire in us but I hoped they were real, and they were actually talking to me. I worried so much about them, but worried more for Ricky. I had no idea how he was, what he did during the day, nothing. I was so scared he would wander outside of the cave one day and fall into the ocean or something. I knew it was highly unlikely, and I should start getting used to the fact that he's growing up and won't need us for very much longer, but still it worried me. With no adult supervision who knows what he could do.

Paul spoke very rarely, which was weird for him. He was usually loud and crass, but when he came into his room he only made a few jokes or comments about Ricky before falling asleep. We didn't talk, or kiss, or even touch. My mind tried to tell me that was a good thing, but my heart and body were of a different opinion. Ever since I had been thrown in here I regretted my decision to leave. It was a stupid thing to do and I should've known they'd find us. Even without that bloody Max's help. Who was he anyway? How many vampires were in Santa Carla anyway, god dammit.

My back was turned to the door when Paul came back from his hunt, as usual. I was counting the beads on his curtain of bed beads, already up to 147, when he flopped on the bed and turned me around so I was face him. It was the first physical contact he made with me since I was thrown in here, and it sent a shiver throughout my body. "Forgive me yet?" He asked, moving his hand up to trace lazy circles on my shoulder. I realized I was wearing my Rolling Stones tank top, the same tank top for six freaking days, and his hands were like ice. My eyes closed at the sensation but then flew open when I figured out what he was doing. He was trying to sweet talk his way out of being in trouble, the sneaky bastard. I smacked his hand away from my shoulder but didn't move. My body seemed to be trapped in his gaze, leading me to believe he was preforming some sort of vampire magic on me. He grinned and put his hand back, enjoying it immensely when I smacked it away again. The stupid vampire thought this was a game.

"Still feisty," He murmured, pulling me closer until my face was an inch from his neck. I saw his Adams apple bob slightly and licked my lips involuntarily. Dammit, he was playing me again. Trying to weaken my resolve until I was a puddle at his feet. Well that wasn't going to happen. I squirmed and tried to get away from him but he just laughed and flipped me onto my back, trapping me under his body. I stopped moving that instant. Any moving could be taken wrong, instead I glared at him.

"Come on babe, it's no fun when it's one-sided." He purred into my ear. I let out a breath when his cool breath hit my ear. The prickling was being sent up and down my body until it rested in my stomach. A real gasp escaped my lips when he bit my ear. I bucked underneath him without realizing it and I could feel him grin that evil little wicked grin. His teeth moved down from my ear, pausing at my cheek to lay a kiss on them, down my jaw, and stopping when he reached my neck. I felt like one of those women in vampire movies. Trapped in temptation and pleasure as the vampire bites into her neck and sucks her dry. Paul, thankfully, did not bite hard, or suck my blood. He nipped and grazed and kissed, until I was writhing beneath him. I felt helpless and ashamed that I was enjoying his administrations, but a lusty haze started to cloud my mind, pushing back the regrets and hesitations.

After finishing on my neck he moved back up so he could look at me properly, and I could look at him. In his own way he was beautiful. Wild and untamed. I knew he was being kind by not going absolutely nuts like he would've if I was a human victim, but I didn't want to think he was being kind to me. It was better when he was mean and cold. I wouldn't feel so damn good under him if he was being an asshole again. The kiss he gave me was also wild and untamed, pressing me down on the mattress and making me lightheaded. Briefly I stopped responding but then my baser instincts took over and I kissed him back, running my hands through his hair and down his neck. I thought I heard him purr but that could've been from him moving slightly. Our tongues battled for dominance, neither of us relinquishing, until I felt my shirt being ripped off my body. I gasped into his mouth at the cold air that was hitting my torso and that egged him on. His fingernails touched my stomach very lightly but deliberately, making me arch upwards and hiss.

I growled and broke off our kiss, tearing his coat off, his mesh shirt following. We both stopped for a minute, never being this exposed in front of the other before, and drank each other in with our eyes. His chest was the same tone as the rest of his body and just as cold, giving off a marble effect. No hair on his chest either, which didn't really surprise me. Our eyes locked and automatically glazed over, Paul lunging forward to capture my lips again in a heated kiss. My hands explored his chest, his back, his neck, anywhere they could reach, tracing everything with my fingernails, both of us moaning and gasping. It was amazing that a vampires fingernails could inflict such pleasure on someone. I felt him hiss and purr in my mouth while I traced his nipples, his own hands coming down to wrap my legs around his waist.

I couldn't concentrate. My mind was hazy and cloudy, only focusing on the task at hand, and sloppily at that. My eyes could only see him, my nose could only smell his scent, the scent of cigarettes, beer, blood, and the outdoors. It smelled so good. I clumsily unhooked his belt and tossed it to the floor, suckling and nipping at his neck while I did so. A very deep growl came from his chest as soon as my hand touched the bulge of his skinny pants. I was extremely surprised at how fast he could move at that moment, stripping us both within probably two seconds. It seemed he didn't want to wait. In the back of my mind I knew what I was doing was stupid, and wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to protest. His body was still icy to the touch but my warmth seemed to compensate for that.

He paused to look at me then. I saw a different emotion in his eyes then I normally saw. It was sparkly and glittery and all together very nice to see in those big, blue eyes. My heart desperately wanted to call it love, but I didn't want to fool myself into believing it. I saw the hesitation in his eyes too, and reached up to kiss him deeply. With that it seemed we were past the point of no return. No second chances. An animalistic urge from deep inside me tore itself out and I kissed Paul with wild abandon. The same thing seemed to happen to him. He was growling and I felt his teeth grow, pricking me in the mouth only slightly, but enough for blood to come out. Our tongues touched it at the same time and I exploded in my mind. A white, hot, fiery, hunger swept through my body, wrenching me away from him to gasp. I couldn't see anything beyond the red of my own eyelids but in the very back of my mind I knew Paul was probably a full vampire by now, or at least getting there, while he suckled and licked my breasts.

Finally he thrust into me, and I moaned, my eyes shooting open. With every thrust I grew closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. We moved in sync, me arching and him pounding, until the blood mixed in our mouths, the deep animal growls coming from him, and the pure pleasure of him pounding into me, sent me tumbling over the edge with a scream. Paul reached the edge too a second later, giving his own man shout of pleasure, as soon as I bit into his neck and drank. He was full vampire now I knew, and he had my blood in his reach. I only vaguely registered that that was a bad thing, but the main thing I was focused on was his blood. Fuck, it was good. It was like melted chocolate mixed with a good potent wine. I didn't know who was groaning anymore, me or him, but all I was thinking was that I needed more of it. I didn't realize I could go over the edge again, until I felt Paul shudder and the sound that escaped him was one of pure ecstasy, a sound I wanted him to make over and over again.

I wrenched myself away from his neck, my vampire only then realizing his blood wasn't what I needed to become whole, and laid there panting. Paul was beside me, panting as well, but he had that smile on his face that made me completely melt. After a second he threw an arm around my waist and drew me close, breathing in my human scent. I was partly amazed and partly touched that he hadn't gone off like a wild animal and drank every drop of blood in my body. Maybe he had more self control then I thought. "Is my blood bothering?" I asked, my throat burning from not drinking any liquids for a few days and from screaming.

Paul shook his head above me and tightened his hold on me. "Nah. It's actually something I could get used to. Damn it smells so good, and it's so fucking arousing." He nuzzled my hair and I could feel him breathing me in again. I blushed for the first time that night. "Your blood is the same, and it tastes delicious, in case you were wondering."

"Of course it does, it's me."

I rolled my eyes and smacked him on the chest, enjoying the chuckle I got from him. I don't know which side I liked more about him. His wild and crazy side that he had around everyone else, or the tender but still him side that only surfaced around me. Or, at least I hoped it was only around me. A few minutes of just laying there I turned around so he was spooning me at the back and closed my eyes to sleep. My body only slightly registered he was cold, but to keep a little decency we climbed under the covers that were hardly ever used. I felt safe in his embrace. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, something I hadn't done in ages.

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"What did Joel say to you, anyway?" He asked two days later. I told him everything, including the threat to Ricky, and he hissed. The hiss sounded like it was echoing all over the room. "This is another reason why David told you to join us. If you were full fledged he wouldn't even think about threatening you, or Ricky."

"Pardon me, but if your fearless leader hadn't changed us in the first place, he wouldn't be threatening me or Ricky at all." I replied quietly. I felt an arm snake around my waist and sigh. My rationality told me he was trying to look out for me but I told my rationality to shut it. He was trying to protect me by making me a killer. I bumped the arm from my waist and shook my head.

"Lulu..." He sounded impatient, and I could guess why. I looked at him and he had a serious look on his face, which shocked me, "Joel will keep his word. You only have a few days to decide, then either he'll find and turn Ricky, or we will. And trust me, he won't tolerate the no feeding rule if he turns Ricky."

I gaped at him in fury. He was threatening my little brother now?! Why was Ricky getting dragged into this? "No one is going to touch Ricky! He's only a child, he has his full life ahead of him. He doesn't deserve any of this!"

"And you think Joel cares? He'll take Ricky and turn him to get to you, he doesn't care if Ricky is only a child. We'd turn him for his own protection," Paul shot back, apparently lacking in patience now. "And if you and the others won't even turn fully, how do you expect to protect him anyway? None of you would stand a chance against Joel, or any of the others."

I refused to believe his words, even though the inner beast in me told me he was right. I wasn't a full fledged vampire, so I couldn't protect myself against full fledged vampires, let alone protect a human from full fledged vampires. But what other choice did I have? A voice inside my head asked, would you turn for him, to protect him? Dammit, that voice sounded like David too, which pissed me off. "If I turn, would Ricky have to be turned too?" I asked in a small voice. Paul squeezed me softly to reassure me.

"I don't know. If we can get to Joel before he finds Ricky again then I guess not. David would want him to be half at any rate." He explained, reclining us back so I was laying on him. I weighed my options.

Ricky couldn't be a vampire. He was still a kid. He still had a kid's innocence. I don't think he could kill even if he was a vampire. But if he wasn't a vampire, what would I risk by letting him stay human? Would I rather he was taken by Joel, or protected by David? And I didn't even want to think about myself. If I conformed to all this I don't know how i'd handle it. What would I give up if I gave in?

"And hey, think of it this way," He interrupted my thinking, causing me to look at him sharply, "You eat cows and pigs and chickens and don't think twice about it. It's not murder, it's what we eat to survive."

I hated to think about that point. It was stupid logic but he was right, sort of. But human beings weren't bred to be eaten, cows and pigs were. They didn't scream and fight by the time we ate them, human's did. All the pro's and con's made my head hurt, but I was focused on one thing; protecting Ricky. Could I protect him better if we were vampires, or if we stayed the way we were now? The answer was obvious, it just wasn't the one I wanted. I promised him i'd protect him, but I also promised him he'd never become like us. I sighed, "Why can't I just change and Ricky stay the same? It's not fair to him."

"Nah, it isn't. We'll have to talk to David."

Tears started falling down my cheeks, which I felt Paul brush away. I knew what my choice was, I just hated it. It wasn't fair. Ricky shouldn't have to be exposed to any of this, but he was, and now I had to protect him. I didn't even want to think of what he'd have to do if Joel turned him. He'd be safer and live a better life if he was part of this pack. As much as I resented the Lost Boys, they were the obvious choice to live with.

"Do-do you know if the others have decided?" I asked timidly. I felt him shrug and for a moment I thought he fell asleep on me, but when I looked up he was focused on something. Communicating silently if I guessed correctly, probably asking the others if my sisters have broken down yet. After a second he blinked and looked down at me with a grin, "Go figure, they all just now decided to turn. Weird coincidence, huh?"

I blanched. So...that was part of a plan David put together? I couldn't even get out of bed I was so weak, so Paul had to pick me up and carry me out to the living room. The open space of the cave made the air go out of my lungs for a moment, but god it felt good to get out of that little room. Immediately my eyes sought to find Ricky in the large space. What I saw shocked me to the core. Another kid was playing with some action figures with Ricky. They kidnapped some kid?! I looked at Paul incredulously, but he just grinned and bounced me in his arms, "Hey, he needed someone to hang with. Don't look at me like that, it was David's idea, blame him. The kid's a runaway, name's Laddie. He's like, nine I think. Maybe ten. But he gets along with Rick pretty well."

Laddie, lovely. They grabbed some kid off the streets and brought him here. I couldn't even begin to imagine if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Probably bad. Paul set me down on the couch, very gently, and whistled over to Ricky, who's head shot up. When he saw me his face broke into the largest smile i'd ever seen, but I shook my head to prevent him from tackling me. His blood was racing through my mind again. My eyes practically traced his blood flow and I already memorized his heart beat. I felt myself slip a little, with what little strength I had left I almost bolted from the couch, but Paul held me down slightly.

"You look like crap, Lu," Ricky chuckled. He took a good look at me and stepped back somewhat, his smile breaking a little. The vampire in me was being pushed back more and more by my own self control and I was alarmed to see tears in his eyes. "What's wrong, sweetie?" I rasped.

"You look like Mom, right before she died." Was what I got as a whispered reply. Paul looked uncomfortable in the situation, disappearing to either go get his brothers or escape the love fest. I motioned Ricky closer and took his hand, not trusting myself to do anything more. "Ssh, i'm not going anywhere. Not like her. Don't worry, kay?" I felt my heart tighten as I spoke. Technically I was going to die very soon.

Speaking of our family, I felt their presences coming down that dreadful hallway and released Ricky so he could go greet them. I lacked both the strength and the motivation to move from my couch, so I watched as Dwayne, David and Marko came in, carrying my sisters in their arms. Rose spotted me first, and waved with two fingers. Cheyenne didn't notice anything. Her eyes were ahead, completely empty and devoid of emotion. Claire seemed to be asleep, or at least her eyes were closed, but she looked as bad as everyone else. I wondered how a person could get so thin, and to gauntly.

It was a bizarre reunion, to say the least. As soon as they all smelled Ricky, their eyes shot towards him, even Claire's, and they hissed. I saw Rose close her eyes and put her hands in front of them, but Claire and Cheyenne were still looking at him. Claire seemed to register it was her little brother and took a deep breath to calm herself. Cheyenne didn't recognize him though. I saw the blood lust in her and I was extremely grateful that Dwayne had a tight grip on her. Paul led Ricky back over to his little "play area", much to his dismay, where Laddie sat looking confused, so he'd be out of harm's way for the moment.

David set Claire down in his wheelchair and motioned for the others to put my sisters down. Dwayne kept Cheyenne in his grasp and sat down in the armchair while Marko laid Rose out on the other couch. We were parallel to each other now and I smiled in a weak greeting, which she returned. I sort of tuned everything out after that. I think exhaustion was setting in or something, because I could barely stay awake, despite the fact that it was night time. A firm graze of my palm startled me out of my sleep state and I looked to see David cutting my palm. I didn't stop him, I didn't have the strength to, so I watched while he poured my blood in a little cup, mixing it with my sisters blood. I saw the boys doing the same thing, mixing their blood in a cup, and my mind drew a blank as to what the whole point was.

"You need everyone's blood when you're in the pack," David explained while cutting Cheyenne's palm. Was he reading my mind or was I questioning him with my eyes? He went on, probably ignoring my thoughts now.

"Before I do this, David, I need to talk to you about Ricky." I stated, not taking the cup of blood from him. He raised an eyebrow and I continued, "I think if we can find Joel first and kill him then Ricky and the other kid won't need to become vampires. They're only children. At the very least i'd expect them to grow up a little bit before we turn them."

I was amazed that David didn't shoot down my words, instead he looked thoughtful. "We'll see, first though you need to drink."

Fine. I stared at the cup being presented to me and grimaced. My first real blood drinking experience and it's my sisters blood. Great. I took as much as David told me too and handed the cup back with a gag. Their blood tasted weird, like peanut butter and celery. not entirely unpleasant, it was just an odd mixture. The boy's blood was next, and that only tasted slightly better. Almost like honey and milk, all blended together. I saw the other girls grimace when they drank, so I was glad that it wasn't just my taste buds acting up.

Even Cheyenne made a face, and wiped her mouth with her sleeve disgustedly. I tried not to take offense. "Alright, time for you girls to feed." David smirked. He took Claire out and expected everyone to follow, which we did once the boys picked us up. Dwayne told Laddie and Ricky to stay in the cave while they were gone, but it probably was something he said every time they left. I wondered if the boys actually did leave the cave once in a while. Paul placed me on the front of his bike and revved it up, "Let's get this party started!" He shouted while everyone was revving up their bikes. The boys all cheered and howled, giving me a headache.

We all split up once we hit the road, each of the boys going in a different spot to feed. Paul lead me to another bonfire party. I grimaced at the people dancing on the beach, unaware of the terror that was approaching them. And I was a part of that terror now. Paul seemed to be scoping out the people, looking for my first kill, rubbing my shoulders the way a coach does before a boxer goes into the ring while doing it. Finally his eyes halted on someone. I followed his eyes to a surfer who was stumbling away from the party, shouting at the rest of them and throwing his beer bottle on the ground. Lovely.

"Your instincts will take over once you know what you're doing. You don't have to rip him limb from limb, but you should probably drag him away so the others won't see. People will assume he's gone missing and we can burn the body later," Paul was giving me pointers while we stalked the surfer, "The easiest place to get his blood, is the neck. Go get 'em babe."

I nodded, absorbing the information while feeling slightly sick at what I was about to do. Paul stepped back slightly, letting me stalk the guy by myself. At first I couldn't stand without wobbling, but the smell of human blood gave me some strength. I didn't know what to do, so I just followed him until I could determine where to strike. Finally he was far enough away from the bonfire that he was shrouded in darkness. I could see him anyway. The scent of his blood sifted through my nose, mixed with the ocean mist. My fangs and talons grew and I felt my eyes shift, and all my humanity was pushed back for that single moment.

He didn't even see me coming, I was too fast. I put my hand over his mouth so he wouldn't scream and bit his neck, hard. Blood poured out and I felt him scream against my hand but the blood caused all rational thought to leave my head. All I could think about was the delicious taste and smell of the red liquid that was pouring out of his body. It tasted like beer and chocolate cake, and was just as addicting. I lapped and licked and sucked until I couldn't feel him move anymore. He was limp in my arms, either dead or unconscious from the blood loss. I didn't care either way. The more blood that poured out the more I felt better and better, stronger then even when I first met the Lost Boys.

When he was finally dry I threw him to the side and took a deep breath. My thoughts returned and the inner beast inside me was satiated, for now. I could feel Paul walk up to me, like his presence was a physical thing. It confused me for only a second, then it became natural to feel his presence next to me. I guess it was because they were my pack now. I could vaguely feel my sisters, and my brothers, each returning their strength, but for some reason Paul was the strongest entity in my mind next to my own.

"Welcome to the Lost Boys, baby! Let the good times roll!" Paul put his arm on my waist and whooped, dropping a deep kiss on my lips, and despite how much I still felt resentful for having to do that I felt comfortable in his embrace. As usual I clambered onto the back of Paul's bike, taking a deep breath of the air before we sped off. Everything was different now. I could feel the minds of my pack clambering inside my own head but I didn't hear any actual thoughts, just feelings. It was a new feeling but it wasn't un-pleasant. For the first time in my life I took an arm from around his waist and raised it in the air, howling like he always did. That felt more invigorating then anything i'd felt before. I thought it might be Paul's happiness influencing me.

Paul joined in my howling, laughing all the way and I heard the rest of my pack howling in return. I called them all werewolves in my head and I could swear I heard laughter echoing from all around me. I was actually having fun, which made me wonder what happened to my bitter feelings. We drove into the entrance of the cave and I felt the happy presences inside. When I walked in Dwayne trapped me in a bear hug and lifted me up, welcoming me to the pack. Marko surprised me by doing the same thing, causing me to shriek but giggle at the same time. "Welcome to the family." He said when he put me down, kissing me on the cheek before releasing me.

My sisters were all sitting in the living area, in a tight group hug. I jumped down and tapped Claire on the shoulder, "Room for one more?" I asked before they grabbed me. It felt like all the worry, all the bitterness, all the anger, evaporated in their embraces. The weight of the world lifted off of my shoulders and I could finally breath easier, and breath the essence of my sisters in. I looked at Cheyenne and almost cried in relief that her eyes held life in them once again. They looked bright and fulfilled, which I assume came from drinking finally.

Ricky popped up in our little circle and smiled at us. "Feeling better?" We smiled, and laughed, and nodded, picking him up with ease and placing us all on the couch. I remembered the other boy, Laddie, and looked back to see him shuffling around awkwardly. "Laddie? Wanna come sit with us?" I called softly, patting the empty space on my lap. Ricky was being tickled mercilessly by Claire and that seemed to seal the deal for Laddie. He grinned and jumped onto my lap, giving me a grateful look. The Lost Boys had left again, probably to go hunt, but I barely noticed their absence. With them in my mind it felt like they were here anyway.

If anyone can get the Phantom of the Opera reference i'll give you a cookie xD also, please do not laugh at my pathetic attempt at a sex scene x) It's sad I know but it's the best I can come up with.

It's not a random sex scene either, as much as it may seem like it. In old Dracula tales he would appear at the woman's window and drain her body of blood, or fluids or what have you, until she surrenders to him, and basically Lulu just surrendered to Paul in a similar way and thus surrendered herself over to the dark side. Just assume the other's went through the same thing...except Claire, who's still bitter.

R&R? :3