Fwee, can I go back in time and make the young corey feldman live in my closet? xD I just love him in those movies where he's a teenager, especially the Burbs. I adore Ricky Butler -huggles him- Edgar Frog too, he's awesome.

I apologize for the lateness of this update. I've had a lot of personal issues happen this month along with more planning for this summer, etc. I can't promise it won't happen again but i'll try and stay vigilant and update every week.

The next night we were to feed as soon as we woke up, to minimize the risk of un-exposure. I was reasonably sure I got enough last night, but David was adamant about it. He even let Ricky and little Laddie out. They were allowed to come with us of course but Ricky took Laddie to the boardwalk, so it was all good.

We drove to a remote part of the woods, where David knew some teenagers were camping out and getting stoned. Runaways and drug addicts, most of them. We parked the bikes a ways away and flew into the trees. I was amazed how easy it was to fly into the tree.

Then we attacked. I flew onto a teenage girl, who shrieked when she hit the ground. Ignoring her protests I held her down and bit her neck, my inner beast relishing in her screams. Humanity had once again flown, leaving me with the bare feeling of tasting blood. Hers was more of an organic taste, much like I figured lavender tasted, or lily's. I felt the pack all around me. Everyone else had their respective victims and when we were done, we tosses the bodies in the campfire. We drove to the boardwalk afterward and I breathed in the sights and smells again, after being away from it for so long.

I contemplated going into the Frog Brother's store but then, they'd probably notice what I was now. I don't know how since I wasn't transformed, but since they hunted us they could probably tell. I saw Ricky inside, leafing through comics, and steeled myself to join him. Hopefully they wouldn't notice anything...unusual. Paul stayed back, claiming the comic book store was boring as hell.

"Haven't seen you in a while." Edgar spoke from behind the shelf when I walked in. I smelled him before he said anything so I wasn't surprised when he spoke. Alan was standing next to him but he hadn't spoken yet. "Yeah, been busy." I replied, grabbing another X-men comic.

"Read that comic we gave you?" Allan asked, coming around to stand in front of me and Ricky.

"Funny story about that actually..."

"I knew it, you're one of them!" Edgar exclaimed, coming up behind us. I rolled my eyes and made a shooing gesture so we could move. They didn't budge. "Boys, please. As if i'm going to attack you. I'm not gonna eat my friend's for heaven's sake." When they didn't move I had no choice but to fly me and Ricky to the other side of the aisle, who squawked at being flown. That was pretty much the extent of the flying I was going to do for a while, it made me get a headache when I did. Both the boys stayed where they were, only twitching slightly when I had moved. "I'm only going to say this once, so pay attention. I'm not going to eat you, no one is. Ricky, Rose and I the only ones who know you're vampire hunters and I prefer, for your own safety, for it to stay that way. I don't want you to get hurt so please, don't come looking to attack us. It will only make the others mad."

"We can handle ourselves against a bunch of blood-suckers." Edgar snapped. I rolled my eyes again. "I'm sure. Please, heed my advice. Save us all the headache."

With that me and Ricky walked out of the store. I knew, of course, that they would be stupid and adolescent and try to follow us, but I hoped they wouldn't see who I was with. It would not be good at all for them to learn that the Lost Boys were vampires, nor would it be good for the Lost Boys to learn about Ed and Al. Taking a deep breath of the night air, Ricky and I looked around for something to do. I supposed we'd go back to the boys and see what they had planned for the evening, since I had nothing I wanted to do. I saw Max's video store but didn't go in.

"Hey guys and gals, are we doing anything interesting tonight?" I asked when we met up with the others. Ricky and Laddie took off in the direction of a very fast looking ride but I didn't follow. I knew he could take care of himself and that knowledge only made me feel melancholy. I leaned against Paul and looked at everyone. They all shook their heads and shrugged, except David who was looking in another direction. He wasn't looking at anything in particular, he was just...looking. He seemed to be far away from everyone else, thinking extremely hard about something. The others didn't seem to care, as they were messing around and play-fighting each other behind us. With a shrug I took my gaze off the David and turned back to the boys to get a little order in the group. Giggling I pushed Paul and Dwayne away from each other and held my arms out, "If you two are going to kill each other, keep each others blood in their respective bodies so we can drink it later." Paul laughed but Dwayne picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, eliciting a shriek from me. "Put me down, Dwayne!"

"Cheeky little girl." Dwayne chuckled, bucking his shoulder to make me fly into the air slightly. I shrieked and giggled again, until Cheyenne told Dwayne to put me down with a laugh. When he didn't my sisters all looked at each other and then raised and eyebrow in Dwayne's direction. I could hear their thoughts and their plan, group attack. Dwayne heard too, and grinned. "I would love to see you girls try."

Before we could David barked at us to stop, making us all stare at him for a minute. Dwayne put me down and I looked at him for an explanation, but he shrugged, just as confused about David's sharp order as I was. Claire also shrugged, moving away from David to go get a hot dog.

"Talk to me David, what's up?" I said, coming up to sit on the railing next to David. He didn't answer but his eyes followed Claire while she walked. I looked back and forth between them and sighed. Claire obviously still didn't like David very much, and now that she was stronger she could show it too, despite the fact that they slept in the same bed. Jeez, they needed to get their relationship in order. I felt Paul take my hand and lead me to the live band audience and smiled, at least my vampiric boyfriend was a little more obvious with his affection.

"We need some good entertainment." Paul said a little while later. We were walking on the beach, looking at all the drunks and bonfire party goers with a bored expression on both our faces.

"So, what did you have in mind?" I asked, regretting the question when a wicked smile passed his lips. They didn't even falter when I narrowed my eyes and told him to think of something else, thinking he was wanting a little action. Instead he slung an arm around my waist and looked around. He took me to a closed off part of the beach, which was apparently bio-hazardous, and cackled slightly, the wicked gleam back in his eyes.

An instant later and we were in the sky. I screamed in surprise and clung onto him, arms and legs. He only laughed and put me in a more comfortable position; piggyback. "You gotta learn to fly sometime," He chuckled when I shook my head. I've always been afraid of heights, and I still did not see the point in flying when I could just walk or drive. I noticed something interesting though while he flew me to wherever we were going, some part of him was always moving. I didn't notice before but even while he looked totally still, his legs would twitch constantly to some form of dance or his hands or fingers would always be tapping against his thighs, mimicking a drum. Even his head would move ever so slightly to whatever song was in his head at the time. I found it quite endearing.

"Where are we going?" I asked, my lips close to his ear so I wouldn't swallow any turbulence. "Home, baby! We have some unfinished business to take care of." He twisted his head slightly to wink at me and I blushed. I saw the cliff coming up but something didn't feel right. It didn't feel...safe. I tapped Paul on the shoulder and he nodded, he felt it too. He touched down where we usually parked the bikes and put a finger to his lips, tip toeing down the path to the entrance. He held my hand while we walked down, giving me at least a little bit of comfort, and when we got to the sign that warned of the dangers inside my stomach clenched nervously.

We both shifted into full out vampire as soon as we stepped in, sniffing around and looking around. I smelled something strange coming from the hallway area. With a little hiss I gestured inside. Paul shook his head and flew us up to the ceiling, where a little ledge sat where we could stand. "I called the others, we should wait for them." He whispered, pulling me close. My insides were shaking. I knew something was wrong. I was supposed to be a vampire for god sake and I couldn't even master my fear. Paul took notice of my thoughts and kissed me on the head. "Everyone's like that at first."

We stood waiting, my fear increasing with every minute, until we heard a soft whoosh from the entrance. I felt Paul stiffen behind me but then relax when we saw platinum blond hair stalking into the cave, followed by my sisters sleek hair. Marko and Rose followed, amber eyes already glowing, and Dwayne came in last, towing Laddie, Ricky and Cheyenne behind him. He was in full vampire too, only he was shielding the others behind him just in case.

Paul gave a little hiss to alert them of our presence and nodded in the direction of the hole, releasing me only after David gestured to follow him. Paul kissed me on the cheek and jumped off the ledge, landing with cat's grace and silence at the bottom. I followed and in a flash Ricky and Laddie were beside me, Dwayne having put them there. David gestured for my sisters to go with me, we would wait outside in case one of them got by the boys. I could hear they wanted to help more, but as with me, they didn't know how. "What's going on?" Ricky asked softly. I shook my head and didn't answer, I just held him behind me just in case. He got the idea and flipped out his blade, despite the fact that vampires probably weren't affected by blades. In my mind I followed my pack members as they walked down the hallway, not even looking in any other rooms, until they stopped at me and Paul's room. Something didn't smell right inside. All of them were full vampires now, David having changed when he got into the hallway, and they snarled at the door for a second.

I held my breath when David opened the door, ready to pounce on anything that moved. Sure enough something did move, fast. Whatever it was it shot past the boys and was coming in our direction. It was so fast, it could only be a vampire. I tensed and kept a tight hold of the two little boys in my arms. Claire had Rose and Cheyenne behind her, just in case, and we both crouched slighty, ready for a fight.

The foreign vampire came to a stop in the middle of the living room and looked around. He spotted us, but instead of attacking he snarled and threw a piece of paper on the ground. I looked hard at him and my eyes widened when I saw it was one of Joel's friends, the one I had slashed in the back with my switchblade that night. Probably coming to see if we had been changed or not. Damn nosy son of a bitch. Whoever this vampire was, he heard the Lost Boys approaching and left. David followed the vampire out of the cave, while I picked up the note and opened it, reading aloud for everyone,

"Dear 'Lost Boys', I assume that if you read this, then you've already turned those females in your group. Pity, they could have been something great, they could have been important, but instead they now have to die," Everyone hissed and I read on, "I can only assume you turned the boy too. David, you do realize how big your little pack is getting right? Human's notice people in large groups, and your large group is attracting attention, thus my master is noticing, and he's not happy. Your master should know that he can't have that large of a pack, it's absurd. Unfortunately, I know very well that you won't relinquish anyone in your pack. So, we're just going to kill you all. Santa Carla belongs to us. -Joel."

I blinked and finished with a scowl. Just who does he think he is? A hand grabbed the letter out of my grasp and it was gloved, telling me it was David. And he wasn't a happy camper. Joel was threatening his pack, and that was probably the worst possible thing to threaten David with. "So...?" Claire spoke up, moving closer to David to examine the letter as well. "What do we do then?" She asked after a second.

I had a more important question in my mind, "Who the hell is your master?"

David didn't even notice, he was still snarling at the letter, and it took a while before he muttered curses and threats to the vampire. He took to pacing around the cave, which we all watched with interest. Paul told me when David starts pacing it means he's trying to think of a plan, or a loophole, or something of that sneaky nature. And he always found one too.

"How big can a pack get?" Rose asked, not expecting David to answer her. And indeed, it was Dwayne who answered, "Depends on how big the Sire wants it. Our Sire wants a small family, but we couldn't exactly help that when we met you all."

"What do you mean?"

"Your blood. It kinda called to us. Like, more so then human blood," Paul attempted to explain, but Dwayne took over with a chuckle. "When a vampire meets their mate they'll know it by the smell of the other's blood. More then likely, if you take a human mate like we did at first, your human mate won't be able to smell your blood but we could smell yours and it was stronger then any other's blood."

That explained why they stared at us when we first saw them, and David's intense gaze when he saw Claire. They were all seeing their mates for the first time, which i'm sure shocked them pretty easily. True enough, we didn't smell their blood when we first met them, but we had always known they were something...different. We all looked at David and he was still pacing, this time with a smirk on his face. I tried to reach him in my mind but a big wall stood in the way. Figures.

Instead I took to looking at Claire, who I knew refused to believe she was David's mate. I could understand her resentment, but shouldn't bygones be bygones by now? She caught my thoughts and glowered at me, telling me to mind my own business from her mind, to which I just chuckled and shrugged. I knew David cared for her, he showed it more often then he let on, but it seemed the only obstacle was Claire herself, or her pride, either one.

"David, who is your master anyway?" Cheyenne asked, knowing full well Dwayne wouldn't be able to answer her. He was sworn to the secret of his pack, and only his Sire could reveal the answer. David was, obviously, Dwayne's Sire, so she was smart to ask him. David glanced at her only for a second but muttered an answer so low that if we were still human we wouldn't be able to hear. "Max? The video store vampire?" I gaped. I knew the guy was a vampire but the head of vampires? He had to be joking. One look from David told me was in fact not joking, and to not ask him about it. But my curiosity had brought up a different subject, "If Max is your Sire's, who's our Sire? 'Cause I can't hear Max at all."

"I'm your Sire, babe." Paul grinned, "See when us vampires mate we don't want any other dude pushin' up on our girl, so we Sire them individually. It keeps from group drama and shit."

"Can vampires change mates?" Claire piped up with a scowl. Everyone but her saw the brief hurt in David's eyes, until his normal icy exterior came back and he snarled, "Sorry but you're out of luck. Vampires mate for life until one of them is killed."

"You can care for someone else, someone human, but you'll always have your mate on your mind." Dwayne added for good measure. Claire stuck her tongue out in displeasure and sulked, shooting David glares that I knew meant he was talking to her through their Sire/Childe link. Paul was doing the same thing, but on a different level. Personally i'm glad I couldn't blush anymore, because I would've been red as a tomato ages ago with all he was saying...and implying. And the hand on my waist didn't exactly make it any better.

Will you shut up for a minute Paul?

Aw, why? I was just getting to the good part.

Because...it's annoying. Claire isn't happy at all and i'm trying to think of a way to help but all I keep hearing are your perverted and kinked up thoughts in my head. So please, silence them for a minute or two.

You love hearing my perverted and kinked up thoughts, don't lie.

I glared at him but my mouth was curled up in a small smile, which he took as a sign to give me a kiss, to which everyone rolled their eyes too. We all felt the prickling of the sun coming up and scrambled back to our rooms, but not before I took Ricky and Laddie to their own room. They wouldn't mind sharing. It was a nicely sized room, big enough for two boys, and it already had some trinkets that the Lost Boys put in thoughtfully. I could only imagine Paul strolling in and trying to find the absolute perfect place for all the posters he put up.

Yeah so this was kind of a filler/feelgood/knowsomething'scoming/ chapter. I'm far to un-inspired to add anything so we'll all have to make due with this. And yes Paul, we do like hearing your perverted and kinked up thoughts ;D