hey yeah I'm sooo sorry that its been so long. I've been a little busy with moving, Going to a whole new skool ((where I barely have any friends ((( but like I care that much))) Plus classes r SOOO EASY) and writers block

But here it is and I'm workin on a Lost Boys Challenge that Will b up soon so don't worry.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys because If I did I would have had Michael, Max, and the Frog Brothers DIE! Plus Sam would have became a vampire and either dated Marko or David. So since NONE of that happened (only in my head did it) I must not own The Lost Boys.

I liked it here; I liked it more than anything. I felt at home here then I use too. At home I felt scared, scared of what Matt would do. Mad, mad because Lucy wouldn't do anything, she would never punish Matt but always me, just me.

I never thought I would find someone that I could ever love, especially not a vampire but here I was in love with one.

I was sitting on the ground that over looked the ocean, the sun had already gone down. Faintly I could still hear my brother's screams. I knew nothing was happening to him since the sun was just now going down but still he screamed and not once did I care.

"For a second there I thought you ran away," a voice muttered behind me. David.

"And why would I do that," I asked still looking out to the ocean?

"Don't know, what sane human would stay with a group of blood crazy vampires?"

"I never said I was sane," I laughed turning my head to look at him giving him a malicious smile. David couldn't help but smirk at that though really I might look sane but I was pretty insane.

"So in reality you may wear clothes like that but is worse than us even if you didn't kill your family, is that what you're getting at?"

"And bingo was his name o," I sang laughing, "People really don't see past the clothing or expressions. When they see me all they saw was a happy teenager always following the fashion scene but if I killed my family I would have been thrown in jail. So sadly it is my mind where I am at peace, in my mind I can kill them over and over differently each time."

The fashion I where was not much of my taste, I always wanted to wear stuff that was cuter and darker. Why you may ask because isn't it ironic that someone that looks so innocent is really an insane sadist. Just think pale skin, Curly blonde hair, amazing blue eyes, and an adorable dark dress with the mind of a sadist, beautiful isn't it.

I pushed myself from the ground and walked over to where he was standing.

"Think with me David, what person would think someone as innocent looking as me would be capable of murder, let alone be a psychopath. I know you get it, I can tell from your eyes. I heard the eyes are the windows to the soul, you can tell everything from someone's eyes. So what can you tell from mine David?

"Do you see the darkness that clouds over everything? Or what about the sadist that resides in me? David you knew what I was the first time you saw me with my brother didn't you? It wasn't my brother you were after but me."

"There was something more about you, to think though that you could be just like use and more," David said narrowing his eyes on me still holding his signature smirk.

"Damn Marko, this chick gets hotter by the second."

I turned away from David and noticed that the other lost boys were standing in the entrance of the cave hotel.

"Well you know Paul I can't deny I am hot," I said striking poses. "Well anyways I'm going to look for some clothes in the hotel rooms."

I went from room to room searching for anything that looked good to wear other then the preppy clothes I was wearing. You would think that the farther I got into the cave hotel the darker it would be but as I went there was still enough light.

1412. The room was the last one I hadn't checked yet. From what it looked like on the outside I guessed it was the best one here, probably the penthouse.

"Well maybe being my favorite number will bring luck."

Like all the other rooms this one was also unlocked but the inside was way different, it was still beautiful as it must have been before the earthquake. (ok I tried to describe this room but it never really flowed, but I have a pic on my profile of this room, just think of the room bigger on the stuff more spread out o and there r no windows well there r but it doesn't show anything cuz of the earthquake)

I loved how everything flowed together. The Purple's, brown's and white's. One look at this room and I knew that I had to have it. I already knew the guys had 'rooms', on my search I had come across 4 rooms that was filled with their stuff but I knew they all slept in the small cave.

"Now this room would be completely perfect if it had clothes."

The closet door was close by the oak dresser with the mirror. It was similar to the entrance door but more designed and less damaged then the other.

I walked over to the door and opened it. Inside was pretty big jam packed with all kind of clothes. Why is it always the last place you look.

I found the perfect dark brown black vintage swing dress with black heels that had a black flower on it. I finished the outfit of with a black multi-chain cross necklace and black rose corsage headband, which matched my heels, in my curly blonde hair.

There was a full length mirror that was half broken in the corner of the room but it was still usable. I smiled at my reflection. I looked quite beautiful, maybe it seemed a bit dressy, in a way, to be hanging out with these vampires but that's what made it all the better. Plus I think it appeals on my innocent factor. Kind of like Marko and his Cheshire cat smile, I swear it puts that cat to shame. Like saying that Cheshire cats should just kill themselves cause Marko's smile is just so amazing. And of course I'm not saying that because I'm in love with him or am I. Who do I go to with these questions?

"Shit Marko look at your girl."

Looking up I realized that I had walked back to the boys.

"How did I get out here," I asked myself looking around? Its creepy the way I'll just be thinking and end up somewhere without realizing it.

"I believe its called walking girlie," Paul said in my ear beside me. My hand flew up and smacked him across the head hard, well as hard as I could get it.

"No one asked you shit head, its called talking to yourself," I told him rolling my eyes.

Marko came up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He brought his mouth down to my ear, breathing into it.

"You look hot, Sam. Where'd you find this outfit?"

"You'd be surprised what you can find in old hotel rooms. By the way I call room 1412," I said unlatching myself from Marko and going over to his bike.

I turned my head around noticing that none of them had moved. "Well are we going or not?"