Sorry for the first chapter being so short. Thank you for reading. Once again, I don't own the Lost Boys (though never hurts to wish it. smile broadens). On a side note: I've been without the computer for a few days and I've been dying to do some writing for this fanfiction. Enjoy!
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As hours drew late, a more less than innocent bunch began to fill the boardwalk. David had marked very few potential women to be his source for the evening: a short red haired girl with a casual glamor whilst the second a voluptuous, older woman with an attractive interest for him. She dare not imagine that the fair blue eyed boy could likely bring her to her knees faster than she thought possible; to her, David appeared as a dangerous conquest when he looked her way then elsewhere. He toyed with her with little eye contact; but, what she didn't know was that David was losing interest fairly quick.
He believed that the woman seemed too easy and the overwhelming weight of losing Star still preyed on his mind. When David lowered his eyes, barely a moment, he noticed that another looked in his direction. But, as he further straightened his posture, the girl fell behind an approaching crowd and blended easily. He arched a brow; even through the sea of black, David could always see whom he wanted to. He was never one to back away so easily. David sought for the same young woman left and right before finding her standing oddly frozen.
Eyes of hunter green bore into his. From a distance, David surely felt that his body was burning in the glorious light of day. He reached for his wrist remembering that his unworthy flesh was stung by the light after being sired. His wound, though healed, stayed as a reminder of what he was: a vicious monster, a proud beast of the night preying for what he wanted; and that source was what he desired to take.
Still the girl had not moved, she seemed to have stayed frozen on command to allow the weakly, vicious boy to consummate his decision to choose her as his source. Her hair waved fluidly as a curtain of black. His eyes followed the two elaborate streaks that stood out from the rest: an acid green, a far brilliant color for a girl that hardly needed glamour.
She donned the most simplistic clothes: a muscle shirt hugged her proud upper body, shorts that most women tended to avoid from lack of confidence and a gossamer skirt that hung by a thick belt which lay angled to her hips. The skirt itself appeared ragged and sheathed only her ample backside. Lower his eyes moved still to the boots she wore: silver buckled and dusted with sand.
David's heart would've fluttered if he could. She was beautiful, much more than Star even with an airy skirt knotting at her ankles. He was very unaware that his mouth parted for breath. David
squinted his eyes from the abrupt light coming from one of the shops that he failed to keep hold of the girl's attention by staring. When he found her again, standing an additional foot further, he gaped wide eyed.
Star stood close by nearly an inch to the right of the girl. Her eyes stared over at David, darker than he'd seen them. He remembered how strong Star was at resisting; her kind nature to take care of Laddie obscured her intention to feed. Now, Star truly accepted the fate of what David tricked her into becoming. Her eyes turned over at the girl before fading into the crowd.
The girl followed suit moments later as though expected to do so after her creator. David stayed oddly paralyzed to the metal railing where he often chose to be. Star had returned to Santa Carla as a new woman, a new monster. . . a promising challenge, yet again.