Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys. Sheryl and Wanda belong to me.
A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait! Anyway, thanks a ton for the reviews! Here's chapter four…hope you enjoy.
---Chapter Four: Tastes Like Blood
Wanda rolled over and let out a startled shriek when she fell to the floor. Moaning softly, she pushed herself up and dropped back onto her bed. It was probably late in the afternoon, but she was still tired. She had stayed up almost the entire night watching horror movies and, even after that, she hadn't been able to sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about the people she had met at the boardwalk. Why had they been so nice to her? They weren't trying to befriend her, where they?
"Get real," Wanda grumbled, staring up at her ceiling. "No one wants to be friends with you."
She jumped out of bed and walked over to her closet. After grabbing her black hoodie and a pair of jeans, she stepped out of her room and headed toward the bathroom. Since she always slept in a tank top and her underwear, all she had to do was pull her clothes on. She swept her hair up into a bun and jogged to the kitchen. She was anxious to see if Sheryl had left her any money. If she hadn't, it would be easy enough to stop by the video store and ask for some, but she didn't want to bother her mother.
"Oh, damn! You're kidding!" Wanda exclaimed when she saw what time it was. "Man, 5:35?"
Grabbing the two tens her mother had left her, Wanda ran over to the front door and grabbed her boots. She really hadn't intended on sleeping in this late. She wanted to get to the boardwalk and see if she could find David. If they were trying to befriend her, she didn't want to give them the impression that she wasn't interested.
Fifteen minutes later and Wanda was at the boardwalk. Unfortunately, it looked like the guys weren't.
"Maybe they'll show later," she muttered hopefully.
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David spotted Wanda almost instantly. She was perched on a black carousel horse, both of her legs hanging over the same side and one of her pale hands tightly clutching the metal pole. He frowned as she spun out of sight. How could Max actually expect him to turn someone that young into a vampire? She was just a kid! The black horse reappeared, but Wanda wasn't riding it anymore. David began to motion for the others to follow him, but stopped when he saw her approaching.
"Hello again," he said, grinning. He noticed she was wearing mascara and eyeliner. 'She looks better without it.'
"Hey." Wanda smiled nervously.
"What's up, kiddo?"
"Uh, well, nothing really." She buried her hands into her hoodie pocket. "I was gonna head over to the concert."
"What a coincidence," David smirked. "That's where we were going, too."
They stared at each other a few seconds before Wanda muttered an, "Okie dokie…" She started toward the concert area, her hands slipping out of her pocket as she walked.
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"I don't think these guys know what they're doing!"
"Then let's leave. Come back to our place."
"…I'm not going anywhere with you guys. I hardly even know you."
"We're not going to hurt you. Trust me."
"It's not just that, David. My mom would freak if I'm not here when her date's over and…"
"Then we'll just have to make sure you're back by then. Come on, Wanda. We don't bite."
Wanda looked around the cave in awe, hardly even listening to David as he explained how it used to be a hotel. She walked over to where Paul, Marko, and Dwayne were sitting and slowly sank onto the couch. She was still surprised she had let them talk her into coming here. Sheryl would kill her if she ever found out. Fortunately, Wanda had several hours before she had to meet her mother at the parking lot. She probably wouldn't even know she had left the boardwalk.
"So, Wanda," David said down across from them, "hungry?"
"No. Not really."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Well, then…" He leaned forward and grinned. "Marko?"
Marko jumped out of Paul's lap and wandered out of sight. When he returned, he was holding a jewel-encrusted bottle. He handed it to David before returning to his seat.
"What is that?" Wanda asked.
"Why don't you try it for yourself and find out?" David pulled the cork out and took a long, almost dramatic swig.
"I can't drink alcohol!" she blurted.
"How do you know it's alcohol?" Paul laughed.
"I don't, but…" She nervously fiddled with her hands, which were engulfed in the long sleeves of her hoodie.
"Just have a sip. If you think it's alcohol, you don't have to drink anymore." David stared into her eyes, his expression serious.
Sighing, Wanda grabbed the bottle and tipped it back. Her eyes slipped shut as her mouth was flooded with a sweet, coppery liquid. If she hadn't been so engrossed in the taste, she might have heard the guys chanting her name or Star's gasp of horror, but she didn't. It was if nothing else existed for a moment. When the bottle was empty, reality hit like a ton of bricks and she quickly set the bottle aside. She felt almost giddy, but also shocked more than anything else.
"Uh…I sort of killed it," she said weakly, blushing a little. "Wow…what the hell was that?"
"Did you like it?" David asked, arching a brow.
Wanda nodded vigorously.
"Your one of us now!" Marko threw an arm over her shoulder and grinned. "We should celebrate…"
"Good idea," David smirked and stood up. "Paul, music."
"On it, chief."
'One of us?' Wanda was confused, but she pushed the feeling aside. She hadn't been able to enjoy herself at the concert because of the bad music, and she wanted to have fun.
They must have been dancing for hours before Wanda finally came to her senses and hurried back to the boardwalk. She wondered if she was drunk. She felt like it, that much was for sure. Sheryl didn't seem to notice however, and the ride home was silent. When they got back to the house, Wanda practically collapsed onto her bed.
She could still taste the…whatever it was. It didn't matter to her that it could have been drugged, she wanted more. Damn, it was so delicious and almost familiar…
If she didn't know any better, she say it was blood. But that, of course, was ridiculous.
"Blood…yeah right."
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A/N: (hides) Don't kill me, I know it was way too rushed! I'm sorry. I wanted to get this part out of the way. Future chapters will be longer. Seriously. I promise!