Disclaimer: I do not own the movie The Lost Boys, its characters, plot, etc. I do own my OC(s) anything original and a few things I'm taking from my other story since this is a remake of that.

Bridgette woke up late the next day and sat up quickly. She looked down at herself and saw she was in her pajamas. She looked around for a clock and her mouth fell open when she saw it was almost 7:00PM. She scrambled to get up and get dressed, in a baggy T-shirt and a pair of jeans, before running down stairs. As she walked into the kitchen she heard Grandpa's wacky horn as he drove off.

"Lose the earring, Mike. It's not you. It's definitely not you." Sam said.

"Piss off." Michael said.

"Ya know, all you do is give attitude lately. Been watching too much Dynasty?" Sam looked at Bridgette as she walked in. "Finally; thought you died up there." Bridgette looked at Michael.

"Why-Why didn't you come wake me up?"

"Mom didn't want me to go in your room, invasion of privacy." Sam said.

"Mi-Mike can I talk to you?" Bridgette asked. Michael looked at her before nodding and following her into another room.

"What?" He asked.

"Did I dream up what happened last night?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb Michael. The… the whole train thing." She said. "I thought I was gunna die." She whispered. Michael frowned and swallowed.

"I did too."

"Then what happened?"

"I don't know…" He said.

"How did I get home? Why was I in my PJs?" She asked. Michael suddenly frowned and his eyebrows came together as his eyes narrowed.

"What?"

"I wasn't in what I was wearing last night."

"At first I thought maybe you'd changed my clothes."

"Wh-Why would you think it was me?" Michael asked, shocked as a light pink tint came to his face.

"I don't know." She said with a shrug. "The other option is one of the boys did it." Bridgette said as her face went pink. Michael looked upset. Suddenly there was the sound of motorcycles outside.

"What the hell…" Michael said as the doors and windows were blown open. Sam ran out of the kitchen. The headlights passed by the windows and the blinds were blown in. Michael walked over to the door.

"No, Mike. Mike, don't open the door! Mike!" Sam said freaking out. "Mike, don't!" Sam said. As Michael pushed open the door everything stopped. They all looked outside to see no one there. Michael shut the door. "What's going on, Mike?" Sam asked.

"Go take your bath." He said quietly. Sam went upstairs.

"Michael." Bridgette said.

"Go to your room."

"Michael you can't-"

"Bridgette, please." Bridgette nodded before she went upstairs to her room. She heard the water start in the bathroom as well as Sam's music. Bridgette sat on her bed and started to flip through the comic she'd gotten from the Frog brothers.

Bridgette's stomach growled and she sighed getting up, throwing the comic on the bed.

"Just when I was getting to the good part." She said sarcastically before leaving her room. She started to go down the stairs but gasped as she almost ran into Michael. "Mike." She put a hand on her chest. "You scared the heck out of me." She said with a slight chuckle. He didn't say anything. She couldn't see his face in the dark. "M-Mike?" She heard him swallow as he took a step forward. Bridgette instinctively took steps back until her back hit the bathroom door. Michael was breathing rapidly as he suddenly gripped the door frame making Bridgette jump. "Mike this isn't funny." She said in a small voice. He slowly leaned his head down towards her neck. It felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest at any moment. His hands moved from the door frame to her hips. His grip was tight enough that Bridgette was sure there were going to be bruises later. "M-Mike, what are you doing?" Suddenly she felt Michael's nose then his lips brush against her neck. Bridgette quickly reached behind her and opened the door. Sam went under the water just as she fell to the floor and Nanook jumped at Michael closing the door. Sam popped up from the water and wiped his eyes. He looked at Bridgette with wide eyes.

"W-What are you doing in here! Where's Nanook?" Then he heard Nanook growling down stairs. "Look the other way." Bridgette got up and faced the other way. She heard him get out of the tub. After a few moments he walked past her, in a robe, and opened the door.

"Mike?" He called as they started to walk down the stairs. "Michael, are you there? Nanook?" They heard him breathing. "Michael?" Sam flipped the light on. Michael was on the ground, holding his bloody hand. "Mike, what happened?" Michael looked up.

"Nanook." Michael said.

"What about Nanook? What did you do to my dog, you asshole?"

"Nothing. I didn't hurt him. He bit me. This is my blood." Nanook came over to Sam and Bridgette.

"Why'd he bite you, Mike, huh? What'd you to him?" Michael stood up.

"He was protecting you." Michael said. He looked at Bridgette. Suddenly Sam noticed the mirror and stared.

"Look at your reflection in the mirror." Michael turned around and saw he was see-through in the mirror. "You're a creature of the night, Michael." Sam said putting his hand behind Michael's back. Bridgette gasped and put a hand on her neck where Michael's lips had brushed. "Just like out of a comic book." Sam said before turning around, grabbing Bridgette's hand and running to the stairs. "You're a vampire, Michael! My own brother, a goddamn shit-sucking vampire. Well you wait till mom finds out buddy." He said as he went up the stairs, pulling Bridgette with him.

"Sammy, wait. Sam!"

"Stay back." Sam held up his fingers like a cross before grabbing Bridgette's arm again and pulling her into her room.

"Bridge! Wait, just let me talk- Wait a minute. Sam!" Sam closed and locked the door before running over to the bathroom door to lock it as well.

"Stay away from us, Mike!" He was pounding on the door. Sam started looking through his comics.

"What are you doing?" Bridgette asked as Sam picked up the phone.

"Sammy! Sammy, open the door. Bridgette, come on!" The pounding stopped as Michael went to his and Sam's room.

"Sam, you can't call them. Michael is your brother." Bridgette said as Sam dialed the number on the back of the comic the frog brothers gave them.

"He's a vampire, Bridgette, you saw his reflection!"

"Yeah but Sam he's-" She was cut off as the Frogs answered.

"You guys gotta help us! My brother is a vampire!" He listened to them speak. "Yeah all day." Bridgette sat next to him on the bed. "Uh he wears sunglasses in the house."

"Sam-" She whispered but he 'shh'ed her.

"I know you didn't just shh me." She said with a frown.

"Yes, his fingernails are a bit longer. Um, he always had bad breath, though." Sam said.

"Sam-"

"I can't do that! He's my brother!" Sam said frowning. "No!" Sam hung up the phone as the line went dead.

"Sam, we can't have those two help." He turned to look at Bridgette. "Michael is your brother; he's family."

"He's a vampire, Bridgette."

"He's your brother." They started hearing Michael struggling and knocking things over in his room. Suddenly the phone rang.

"Hello?" Sam said answering it. "Mom, I think we need to have a real long talk about something." Suddenly Michael screamed.

"Help!" Bridgette jumped up and ran to the door. She unlocked it and ran to Michael's room. She ran in and to the window.

"Michael!" She screamed. He was too far for her to get to him so she ran back to her room. Just as she ran in Sam looked out the window and screamed seeing Michael there holding the phone.

"Mom! Help! He's coming to get us!" He kept screaming. "He's gunna kill us! Tell him to get away! No! No! Mom!"

"Sam! Stop it! Stop yelling; you're making it worse." Bridgette said taking the phone from him and hanging it up.

"Open up!" Michael yelled.

"Stay back! Stay back!" Sam said putting up his fingers like a cross. Bridgette hit his hands down.

"Stop that!"

"Sammy, Bridgette, Help me! Open up! Help me! Sammy, open the window!"

"You're a vampire! I knew it!" Sam shouted.

"I am not!"

"So what are ya, the Flying Nun?"

"I'm your brother, Sammy. Help me! Sammy, Open up!" Bridgette pushed Sam to the window. "Please. Please."

"Sam, help me get him inside." Bridgette said as she pushed open the window and she and Sam grabbed Michael to pull him in.

"Thanks, Bridge." They pulled him to sit on the ground and he put an arm around them; he reached behind him and grabbed the window sill. "We've got to stick together… We've got to stick together."

"What about Mom?" Sam asked.

"Just don't, don't tell her anything."

"I dunno, Mike. It's not like getting a D in school or something ya know."

"We're gunna work this out." Michael said as they heard Lucy's car pulling into the driveway. "I'm gunna work this out. Trust me, okay?"

"Sam! Sam!" They heard Lucy calling. Bridgette pushed Sam towards the door.

"You got her worked up; you have to deal with it." She said. He ran out the room. Bridgette looked back at Michael. "B-before… were you going to bite me?" She asked. Michael grimaced. Bridgette walked back over and closed the windows above him. He leaned his head against the wall and swallowed as her stomach was right in his face her shirt rising up a bit. She moved back and sat on her bed as he stood up. He sat down next to her.

"I'm sorry for scaring you." He said.

"Are you okay now?" She asked. He nodded. "You don't wanna eat me anymore?" Michael let out a humorless chuckle.

"No, I don't wanna eat you anymore." He said looking at her with a small smile. "I'm sorry, Bridge."

"It's okay. We're gunna get through this together." Bridgette said putting a hand on his knee. He looked down at it and put his hand over hers before holding it. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. He looked over at her and she smiled at him.

"How's your memory?" He asked quietly. Bridgette's smile faded.

"I don't know. I haven't really remembered much. I guess maybe I might remember a few things but no actual memories." Michael nodded. He looked at her with a look Bridgette couldn't read. "M-Michael?" He swallowed and started to lean towards her. "Mike?" She started to lean away from him. He looked her in the eyes for a moment before he suddenly closed the space between them. Bridgette's eyes widened while Michael's were closed. Bridgette pushed him away, stood and stared at him. He looked away, ashamed. "Wh-What-?"

"You don't remember anything?" He asked looking back at her.

"Wh-wha…." Bridgette looked at him bewildered. He looked away again and ran a hand through his hair before chuckling.

"Two years ago you and your parents came to stay with us for a week. You'd always had a crush on me." Bridgette felt herself blush. "We're only a year apart." He said. "The last time we'd seen each other before then was when we were 12…" He wouldn't look at her. "You really grew up."

"W-Wait… did we-?"

"We didn't do anything." He said quickly. "But… we did kiss."

"Is that why you just…"

"Yeah…" He said before clearing his throat. "So that didn't spark anything?"

"Like a memory or-"

"Yeah a memory." He said quickly.

"I'm sorry." Bridgette said.

"It's fine… it'll come back to you at some point." Bridgette nodded. " Look… I'm gunna go- I gotta go see uh…"

"Take me with you." Bridgette said. He looked at her and shook his head. "I know where you're going. You're going to talk to David."

"No, I don't want you around those guys anymore; you're going to stay away from them."

"You can't make me. I'm coming with you."

"You can't make me take you."

"Michael, please."

"No, Bridgette."

"Fine then I'll walk there." Bridgette said. Michael frowned.

"Bridgette, stay here."

"No, I'm going with you." She said crossing her arms.

"No, you're not." He said standing up; he was much taller than her so she had to look up.

"I'll see them tomorrow anyway."

"Stay away from them."

"You don't have to be so protective of me."

"Yes I do. Have you seen the way they look at you?"

"Yeah." Bridgette said. "I can see that Paul likes me, I'm not blind."

"What about the way David looks at you?" Michael asked. Bridgette blinked.

"What are you talking about?"

"He wouldn't stop staring at you. I can't tell if he wants to kill you or eat you."

"That's the same thing!"

"My point exactly!" Michael said. Bridgette sighed.

"Get out of my room."

"Promise me you won't go see them."

"Out." She said pointing to the door.

"Bridgette." He grabbed her shoulders and made her look at him.

"Get out." She said. He sighed before he left the room and closed the door behind him. Bridgette stood there for a moment before she changed into a dark blue shirt and jeans. She grabbed her hoody from the end of her bed and pulled it on. She went over to her door and cracked it open to hear Sam and Lucy talking. She didn't know where Michael had gone but she knew that Lucy wouldn't let her out of the house at this hour either. She closed the door and went over to the window. She looked down to see it was pretty high. She sighed and closed the window. Bridgette was just about to brave heading out through the house when something hit her window. She opened the window and looked down. "Dwayne?" The dark haired biker smirked up at her.

"Come down." He said.

"I can't." Bridgette said shaking her head. "It's too high."

"I'll catch you." He said. "Trust me." Bridgette felt her face heat up at the smile he was giving her. She nodded and he grinned more. Bridgette sat on the window sill before swinging her legs out. She hesitated and looked down at Dwayne. "Don't be scared." He said. Bridgette let out a breath before jumping down. Dwayne caught her bridal style with ease and smiled down at her as she blushed. "I've got you." He said before he started walking. Bridgette put her arms around his neck.

"I-I can walk." She said quietly.

"I know." He said glancing down at her.

"Alright." She said. He chuckled.

"Relax."

"O-Okay." She said before laying her head on his shoulder. "Your hair's really soft." She said as it brushed against her hands. He chuckled again.

"Thank you. Yours smells nice." He said. Bridgette was grateful that he couldn't see how red her face was getting.

…

After a few more minutes they reached where Dwayne had parked his bike. He set Bridgette down before he got on the bike.

"Are we meeting up with the others?" She asked as she got on behind him.

"Not till later." He said shaking his head and starting up his bike. Bridgette wrapped her arms around him and put her lips near his ear.

"Just me and you till then, huh?" She asked. He looked back at her with a smirk before he took off.

…

They arrived at the cave quickly and Dwayne took Bridgette's hand to safely lead her down. They entered the main part of the cave and save David in his chair.

"Where are Marko and Paul?" Bridgette quietly asked Dwayne.

"They're out getting a bite to eat." David said with a smirk and a light chuckle as if he found something funny. Bridgette nodded. "Want a drink?" David asked holding up the wine bottle from the other night. Bridgette looked at Dwayne, uncertain. He smiled at her and put a hand on her back.

"You don't have to." He said.

"Well, Michael had some…" Bridgette said quietly.

"So why can't you?" David asked. "Unless… he told you not to." Bridgette frowned. "I thought you said he wasn't the boss of you."

"He's not." Bridgette said crossing her arms.

"Then why not have a sip?" Bridgette hesitated but slowly moved away from Dwayne and over to David. He held out the bottle to her. She gulped and took the bottle slowly. "There you go." David said as she brought the bottle to her lips. She took a swig of the red liquid and David's smirk grew. "Good girl." He purred. She handed the bottle back and licked her lips. She jumped in surprise as Dwayne wrapped his arms around her from behind. Bridgette heard noises and looked to see Paul and Marko enter the cave. They both stopped and grew silent when they saw her there and David holding the bottle with a large smirk on his face.

…

It was almost three in the morning when Dwayne brought Bridgette back home. He parked his bike far enough away from the house where it wouldn't alert Michael. The two got off the bike and Bridgette let out a surprised noise as Dwayne picked her up with a laugh making her giggled.

When they got back to the house he helped her up to her window by letting her stand on his shoulders. She was extremely grateful that she wasn't wearing a skirt. Once she was inside she leaned back out the window.

"I'll see you tomorrow night?" Bridgette asked. Dwayne nodded as he smirked up at her. "Bye." She said with a small wave. He waved back before walking away. Bridgette let out a happy sigh before closing the windows. She let herself fall onto her bed with a big smile.

The Michael/OC is one sided unless you guys feel differently.