Chapter 8

Owen grinned an evil grin. This grin was so much more different than Marko's.

"Hello Owen." She said shakily.

"Did you enjoy your little 'vacation'?" He said. She could almost hear the quotation marks he put around the word. She stood there silently as he circled her like she was prey.

"Did you come alone?" He asked stopping in front of her so they were face to face.

"Yes." She answered. A smile crossed his face.

"Pitty, now I have to go to them." He said. Isadora was confused.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"You didn't honestly think I was going to let them live, did you?" He said mockingly.

"No!" Isadora yelled gaining courage." You said you wouldn't hurt them if I came to you!"

Owen smiled."So young," he said touching her face," so foolish."

Isadora shrugged his hand off violently." You bastard." She muttered. Owen stared to laugh at her reaction.

"You complete and utter bastard!" Isadora raised her hand to smack him, but he caught her wrist.

"Uh, uh, uh," he said shaking his head," you bad little girl."

He noticed something on her wrist out of the corner of his eye. Something shining in the moonlight.

"Well what's this?" He said yanking the bracelet off of her wrist.

"No don't-" Owen smacked her hard enough to make her hit the ground. Her right cheek burned where he hit her.

"The Lost Boys?" He said it like it was a joke.

"David, Marko, Paul, and Dwayne. Well now I know who I'm killing." He said reading the names off the heart charm.

"If you touch them I swear I'll-" Her sentence was cut short by Owen kicking her in the stomach. She yelp in pain.

"You'll what?" He said crouching down so his dark eyes met hers. She kept silent while she gripped the pain in her sides that was slowly fading.

"Exactly you'll do nothing because you are nothing, just like your brother, his friends, and your little boyfriend." He knew he hit a nerve.

"Absolutly nothing." He added.

That did it. Isadora had enough. She lept up and tackled Owen hard, and wrapped her hands around his neck.

"You're nothing!" She screamed.

"You're worse than nothing, you're shit! I don't know why I joined you, why I ever trusted you, and why I didn't just stay with my brother all along!" But she knew the answer to these questions. She was full of herself. She didn't like people telling her what to do, and that's why she went to Owen when David told her she can't be a vampire. Now she regretted it. Owen was much more controlling, much more dangerous.

She didn't expect what Owen did next. He laughed.

"What!?" Isadora asked not letting lose of her grip.

"Stupid little girl." He said. Without warning he lept up and pinned Isadora down.

"No it's my turn." He said grinning. He reached beside him, and picked up a piece of drift wood. It was pointed on the end, so Isadora knew what he was doing when he lifted it over his head.

"I told you, you were gonna pay," he said," but don't worry I'll be sure to tell your boyfriend you love him."

Owen started to bring the makeshift steak down towards Isadora's chest when a loud growl eruped from beside him, and threw Owen off Isadora.

"Marko!" Isadora said breathlessly. Marko helped Isadora up and held her to him.

"That was a really stupid move Is." He said holding her tightly.

"I had to protect you all." She said holding him just as tight. Marko let her go and turned around to face Owen. He stepped protectively in front of her. David, Paul, and Dwayne were on both sides of Marko.

"So," Owen said standing up," The Lost Boys in person."

The boys held solid expressions.

"Let's party." He said leaping into the air. The boys followed his move. If he went to the right, they went to the right. If he went to the left, they went to the left. They wouldn't let him anywhere near Isadora. While they were fighting Isadora heard nothing but snarls, snapping teeth, and slashing claws. Then it stopped, and when Isadora looked she saw why. He had Marko by the throat.

"Foolish boy," he said," you can't defeat me."

"Why not?" He asked breathlessly.

"Because I'm a God." He said. He started to laugh, but he gasped when something went through his back, through his heart. Marko looked behind him as he loosened his grip. Isadora was standing behind him with the drift wood steak.

"Apparantly not." Isadora said sarcastically. Blood poured from Owen as he fell to the ground.

"You...will...pay..." Were Owen's last words. Marko and Isadora stared into each other's eyes, and then embraced.

"It's over," Isadora said through her tears of joy," it's finally over."