Disclaimer: I do own anything that was in the movie Lost Boys. I reserve the right to change events to fit with the story I am making. In movie: Theirs. Not in movie: Mine.

Chapter Three: I Do Not Like This Sam I Am

The next night the boys were eager to go out and find the girls again. They congregated in their areas, Paul on the fountain, Marko messing with the comic, Dwayne with an open book on the couch but not reading, and David leisurely moving in the wheelchair.

Star was lackluster, putting on the minimum amount of makeup and slightly tousling her hair. Max had told her things that were as far from alright as possible. She had been given an ultimatum.

Those girls were going to be his daughters. That meant that she was now expendable. She wasn't even supposed to have been turned, she knew that. She regretted running away from her family's Santa Monica suburban home every night. She regrets falling into the Surf Nazis' group, she regrets exploring the cave that day, and she regrets that she couldn't resist the temptation to take a damn drink.

But she had made her bed and now she had to sleep in it, every day for the rest of eternity.

Star absolutely loathed this life. She hated the complete freedom that she had now, it used to feel suffocating at home with her parents' rules but now she only feels alone. Devastatingly alone. She hated how the boys acted even though she used to be exactly like them. She hated the camaraderie among the group because they were murderers. Why did they deserve these tight bonds of brotherhood when she was completely by herself?

She was bitterly jealous, angry, and sad. Even Laddie did not want to be around her anymore. Her emotions felt like a festering wound within her stomach, causing it to ache and burn until all she wanted to do was scream at the unfairness of the world. She wanted to succumb to the poison in her, wanted to go on the beach seduce some idiot then tear his throat out and stop this infernal burning in her stomach. But then there would be nothing for her here.

She was not a member of their pack no matter how much she tried to be. She acknowledged this thought with a small amount of longing. She had not been chosen to be with their group, she had not been wanted, she was only the unnecessary baggage that Max had been too fond of to get rid of.

And that had now changed. Max had found his perfect daughters. They would be the beloved sisters of the boys, protected and free, able to do anything and go anywhere. They would never have to worry about pain or hunger, they wouldn't be unsure of their places in the pack's life.

They would have everything that Star had once wanted.

"Star, enough."

Star stopped running the brush through her hair and made her way to the top of the cliff.

Her fate now rested in the hands of two girls who didn't even care for her name. They would decide whether or not she would be allowed to continue to live as she had grown accustomed or if she would be killed to satisfy the pack.

She would make herself indispensable to them. These thoughts swirled through her mind as she clung to the bar that dug into her lower back as she tried to not touch David who was driving in front of her.

The bikes accelerated, leaping forward over the rocky road to the sand dunes below the cliff faces. Star closed her eyes tightly and clenched her hands tighter until her knuckles turned into bloodless, pale and sweaty.

As the boys made their way down the beach Marko and Paul veered off course towards the left where Main Street was and away from boardwalk. David and Dwayne both stopped staring at the two who are driving off.

"See you later!" Paul shouts over his shoulder as both he and Marko drive swiftly towards the smooth glow of the streetlights.

Dwayne shook his head as he revved his bike before flying off, continuing down towards the bright lights and sounds of the Boardwalk. Laddie hooted as he clung to Dwayne's leather jacket glancing behind him quickly to send a bright smile towards David.

David smirked and then followed his brothers. Star once again clung tightly to the metal bar behind her.

Paul drove swiftly, his motorcycle weaving along the lane in front of Marko, cackling as he popped a wheelie and then grunting as his bike went down hard. Marko screeched behind him as Paul's bike landed in front of his causing him to have to swerve into the lane of oncoming traffic and swerve swiftly back so that he wouldn't hit the four door sedan that laid on its horn.

"You dick!" He yelled at Paul. Paul just looked over his shoulder as he laughed in such a high pitched tone that it was reminiscent of a hyena.

"What the hell are we doing downtown anyway?" Marko questioned as both bikes stopped at a stop sign in one of the quieter four way stops. A bowling alley was the only business that was open at the stop. "We can't eat anything here. We did that once, you remember how well that turned out with David? I really don't want to do that again, I like the skin on my back to remain on my back."

"You want to see our sisters again don't you?" Paul drawled at Marko.

Marko glanced over at Paul quickly disbelief covering his face. "What do you know?" His tone was antagonistic, body puffed up and tensed. Paul just grinned over at him again, ignoring the frustration that played on his brother's face.

"I gotta feeling. We need to be here."

"Here? Specifically here? A stop sign in a deserted corner of the Santa Carla downtown area?"

"Yep!"

Marko scoffed as he turned away from Paul and was slouching over his handlebars to watch the blinking lights of the bowling alley. He straightened up as shouts began to reverberate in the quiet night air. His body tightened even more as two girls burst from the alley running at full speed towards the stop sign that he sat at.

Pack.

Besides him Paul revved his bike.

"Is it just me or do they look like they're not having a good night?"

There was no joking tone in Paul's voice, only an overtone of aggressive concern.

The girls ran, the shorter one held the hand of the taller one forcing the pace of their flight to be swift. "Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!" The short one was screaming this at the top of her lungs as she ran full out dragging the girl behind her as she stumbled.

"Come back here you little bitch!"

A group of men ran out of the bowling alley and began to chase the girls.

The shout made the girls flinch and the boys tense tighter. Their hands were clenching the handlebars so tight that their knuckles were white.

"Hey Rebekah! Allison! Over here!" Paul shouted.

Rebekah turned, pausing for a mere second, before dragging her sister towards the waiting bikes. When they reached the boys Rebekah tripped over her own feet, colliding with Paul's bike and rocking it but it didn't fall because of how rigidly Paul had been braced against the ground.

"Well," he began looking over at the pack of men chasing them and steadily getting closer, "you should probably get on."

Allison didn't waste any time, grabbing Marko's shoulders as a balance and swinging her leg over the bike behind him. Marko revved the engine before taking off.

Rebekah glanced over her shoulder before growling to herself and jumping onto the bike.

"Giddy up, wild child!" She shouted into Paul's ear, yanking on his long hair like it was the reins of a bridle.

Paul didn't pause, taking off from zero to sixty which forced Rebekah to yelp and wrap her arms around his waist.

The shouts from the men promising retribution and pain faded from hearing into echoes that rang in the ears of the girl wrapped around Paul but they did not fade from his hearing. With each shout and slur he memorized the voices; the timber, the tones, the accents, the sound of the phlegm in the throat of one of their followers. He memorizes and promises himself that he will see them safe, his sisters, before he comes back to find a scent, something more tangible than just voices, and he will hunt them down.

But first things first, he has to contend with his new little sister that was currently beginning to scream into his right ear.

"What the hell are you doing?" Paul called back towards the girl behind him.

"Go faster! Come on! We're on a bike start driving like it!"

Rebekah was bracing her arms around Paul's shoulder as she stood slightly, legs squeezing into Paul's side so tightly the air was forced out of his lungs.

Paul however, didn't care. He grinned at his sister and pushed the throttle.

The scream of pure delight was worth the ringing in his ears.

They quickly caught up to Marko and Allison who were driving at a more reasonable pace until Paul came even with them. Marko glared over at Paul as he laughed and pulled forward before moving in front of Marko for the second time that night.

The curses that filled the night air caused both Paul and Rebekah to scream joyfully.

However, both Paul and Rebekah were cut short by Allison yelling out.

"You can't let her win! She always wins! You have to beat her!"

Rebekah stared at her sister in incredulity. "We doing this now?"

Marko hadn't said a word as he gradually increased the speed on his bike until he was many feet in front of Paul's bike.

"What! No, no, no! Go Speedy Gonzales, be the fastest mouse in all of Mexico! You can do it! All you have to do is go faster. Beat 'em!"

It was in this fashion that the race began.

The late night drivers traveling along Main Street cursed as they were forced to swerve or brake as Paul and Marko wove their way through the last real bit of traffic that Santa Carla had in the city. They were accompanied by the raucous screams and shouts of both encouragement and taunts that echoed into the vibrant night.

The sharp deceleration of Paul's bike caused Rebekah to slam into his back and she began to lift off of the bike and go over his head. Paul reached up and nonchalantly grasped the side of her leather jacket pulling it and Rebekah back down.

"Whoa."

Paul looked at her over his shoulder, taking in the shell shocked expression that graced Rebekah's face.

"You doing alright there, little sister?"

"Why did you stop like that? Ohhh, I think I have whiplash."

Rebekah slowly rested her forehead on Paul's back taking deep breaths as she tried to calm down the shaking that pervaded her limbs.

"Nice reflexes."

"Beck! Are you alright?"

A hand raised in acknowledgement, flapping weakly at the wrist. "Yeah, yeah, I'm cool. It could be worse. I could actually have feeling in my neck. I could have an unbitten tongue. I could have unwatering eyes. But I'm certain it could be worse."

Allison got off Marko's bike and made her way over to Rebekah helping her off as well.

"Sorry sis." Paul's response was unrepentant.

"What was that?" Marko interjected moving his bike even with Paul's facing the rushing ocean. On the left of them were two other bikes, the closest having a bar from the carousal jerry rigged onto it. They knocked the kickstands down and got off of their bikes as well.

"A regular Tuesday night."

Rebekah looked over in grinning surprise as Allison answered. "It does happen to us a lot doesn't it?"

"Really?" Paul looked quizzically, "This is a regular occurrence for you two?"

"Well yeah, except normally we don't have anybody willing to give us a ride at a conveniently located stop sign. Normally, we just run until we can't anymore and then we fight. Cause, you know, you can't be a Red. Gotta fight. Keep fighting till your dead."

"Did you hit your head again?"

"I didn't hit my head. That guy with the bad goatee hit me. Get it straight. I've actually not been as clumsy as I normally am this trip."

"You got hit on the head! Where?" Marko again interjected into the conversation.

Rebekah pulled out her ponytail, tilted her head down, and began to part her hair around the crown of her head.

"Where is it? Hmmm? Where are you? OH! Oh! That hurt!" Her finger was on a single spot as she moved the hair away from the spot indicated by her finger.

"TA-DA!"

Allison, Paul, and Marko all leaned over her and looked at the spot. The skin was flushed and swollen, a darker spot in the center of the area looked angry and painful. The skin was scraped off in some places leaving spots of already clotting blood in its wake.

"You're going to be a kaleidoscope."

"What were you hit with?"

"Did you happen to catch a name?"

"I think this is what alien abductees feel like!" Rebekah giggled.

Allison, Paul, and Marko took three steps back in almost perfect synchronization.

"OH! Do that again! Have you been practicing behind my back? Ali, when did you meet up to practice your amazing awesome stepping skills? Why am I not involved in this?"

"Shut up, Beck."

"Okay, okay. And to your two questions, I don't know what I was hit with. I want to say that it was a bowling ball but I don't really think I would be as cognizant if it had been. I mean, it is on the back of my head you know. I don't have eyes back there. As to a name, if you are planning to go after the horrible perpetrator of this dastardly crime against a completely innocent woman, it is completely generic and common: John. There are too many Johns in this world. Every three boys you meet it's like 'Hi, I'm John.' And I'm like 'Ugh.'"

"Where are we?"

Rebekah stopped talking and looked around. "Good question."

They were all in a secluded area. The lights and sounds from the boardwalk were visible but muted. Sand dunes encompassed the entire area. The dunes were sparsely populated by small bonfires in which some figures could be seen dancing around. The ocean's tide formed a peaceful lull, echoing gently in an endless roar.

A piercing scream broke through the almost peaceful haze.

Rebekah jumped startled as she unconsciously moved in front of Allison. Allison moved closer to her sister and placed a hand on her shoulder. Paul and Marko observed their reactions before moving closer to each other sandwiching the girls between the both of them.

"That was a person right?"

Rebekah spoke in a hushed whisper. Her slightly tanned face losing all of the color that had been just moments ago flushed with mirth.

"The Surf Nazis like to scare the groups that come out here sometimes. They think it's like a fun game or something."

Paul was smiling as he answered Rebekah but his eyes were hard and there was a tension in the corners that had not been there moments ago.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. It's probably nothing."

Marko reassured.

The girls were beginning to relax, shoulders untightening, spines returning to a more curved position, breath decelerating, when another scream echoed over the dunes. Instantly, all traces of calm left them.

"Are you sure that this is a joke? That sounds like someone is getting hurt!"

"Should we check it out?"

"Well, I know that you sure as hell aren't!"

"I'll check."

The burgeoning argument between the sisters was subverted by Marko's statement.

"You will?"

Allison looked over at him with relieved hope in her eyes and voice.

"Sure, be back in a second." Marko grinned over at Paul as he glared at him.

"Make it fast." Paul growled out as he gently maneuvered the girls to his other side. They were now in between Paul and his bikes.

"You know we can't run away if the bike blocks our way."

Marko heard as he made his way down the sand dune, he climbed another one and disappearing from the sight of those in the parking lot took off from the ground and swiftly flew over the dunes. He kept low, moving in the valleys between the dunes, not because he wasn't confident in his abilities, but just to ensure that there was no chance that the girls would see any hint of the supernatural before they had been properly inducted into the family.

He heard a low groan and gurgle to his left and veering toward the sound landed silently. He began to walk towards the sound the light from a small bonfire tinkling in his eyes. He watched unconcerned as a body came flying towards him. The woman collided with his chest.

She gasped loudly before looking up at his face.

"Oh God! We have to run! There are monsters!" Her face was covered in eyeliner and mascara that had run down with her tears. Snot was making a steady trail of mucus down over her mouth and chin. Her lips and face were white except for two spots of flushed red on the apples of her cheeks. An acrid sweat covered her body causing Marko to wrinkle his nose in distaste.

"You need to be quiet."

The voice that erupted from Marko's chest was cold. There was no warmth in his tone, or his eyes, no hint of the Cheshire grin that he always wore on his mouth.

"Wh-What?" The woman stuttered.

"You're scaring my sisters. You need to be quiet."

"I need help!" Her voice began to rise. "I don't think you understa-"

She was cut off mid word as Marko reached up and grabbed her chin. She was lifted off of the ground and with a quick jerk to the right the grinding crack of broken bone permeated the air. Marko held her suspended, looking at his work with a macabre type of glee before throwing the body onto the ground with a negligent hand.

"Finally. Silence."

"That's not how you usually do it."

David's cold teasing voice interrupted Marko's enjoyment of his recently acquired silence.

"Well, you normally don't make as much noise."

"You normally don't care." Dwayne spoke curiously coming up behind David whilst wiping his face with a small white cloth that was steadily becoming red stained.

"Well, normally I do not have my very human sisters with me. It would figure that the one night that we get them immediately is the day that my brothers want to play with the humans more than ever."

"They're with you?" Dwayne began to walk forward, excitement shining in his dark eyes.

"How did you find them?" David moved until he was abreast with Dwayne, kicking sand up into the air with reckless abandon.

"Let's just say that we were in the right place at exactly the right time. We're going to have to go back before the night is through though. There's a bone that we need to pick."

David's eyebrow rose in askance.

"Some fuckers decided that our sisters would be some prime meat. They disagreed. Now Rebekah is even more bruised than she already is. It's a fucking miracle that her brain is still working, what with all those hard blows."

"She got hit again?" Aggression coated Dwayne's voice.

"Yeah, right on the back of her head. It's swollen like a baseball with blood and everything. Now can I go back or do I have to stand here talking all night?"

"Watch it little brother. Let's go."

With that the brothers left the carnage to be swept away by the dunes or to be found in the morning. There was no care in their demeanor, only a restless tension. Marko led the way back to where he had left Paul and the girls, flying low to the ground before landing just out of sight.

"By the bikes?" David questioned.

A swift nod was his response as he swiftly topped the dune in front of them and got his first sight of his new sisters that night. The girls were still between Paul and the bikes, Allison had taken a seat on Marko's bike while Rebekah remained standing looking out over the sea of sand. Paul was watching the road that led into the parking lot closely, eyes narrowed and shoulders stiff. When Rebekah's eyes alighted onto David and the following boys a measure of the tension held in her shoulders relaxed. She waved enthusiastically at them before moving away from the bike and standing on the other side of Paul, the more exposed side. Allison got up and moved closer to her sister's side.

"Hey David and Dwayne right? What are you guys doing here? Did you find that girl Marko? Is she okay?" Rebekah's mouth ran a mile a minute with questions.

Marko grinned at her.

"Yes, you got the dipshits' names right. They were visiting a party here and I ran into them. I did find the girl. It was not a scream of pain or fear. She and her boyfriend were -"

"La la la la! I get the picture. Forget I asked. Sorry for making you go out there and check up on her. Dear God, that must have been fucking awkward."

Rebekah's face was flushed as a large grin broke out on her face and all traces of tension disappeared from her bearing. She reached up and scratched at the nape of her neck.

"Your hair's back up? You should leave it down. It looks nice."

Allison's eyebrow rose.

"Well, aren't you a fashionista?"

Paul's hyena laugh barked out breaking any silence that had fallen.

"He is isn't he?"

Marko scowled at them as they laughed. Rebekah smiled at her sister, a soft fondness gentling her eyes.

Out on the road a loud gang of bikes could be heard in the distance.

"So, where is the Sea & Sand Inn from here? I think that I'm a bit tuckered out from the adventures of this Tuesday night."

"Well, it's a couple good miles away from here. It's on the other side of the boardwalk and then a mile inward. It would be simpler if you just hopped back on the bike and Marko and I can take you back."

"You don't mind?" Allison questioned.

"Nah," Marko began, "We like you. It wouldn't bother us to take you back to your abode at all. But don't you think that you guys should eat first? I can hear your stomachs growling from over here."

"You must have some impressive hearing then. I don't even hear my stomach and I'm attached to it." Rebekah teased.

"Well." Marko shrugged.

"Found you bitch."

The strident voice interrupted the comfortable conversation. Rebekah began to turn around when a hard glass bottle hit the back of her head where she had already been struck. It shattered and glass rained down onto the black asphalt below her.

Allison rushed forward grabbing her beneath her armpits as her eyes rolled back into her skull and her knees failed to support her weight. Grunting with the sudden exertion she dragged her sister away from the sparkling glass and then slowly placed her down.

She looked up trying to see who had attacked her sister but only saw a black leather wall in front of her. The boys had moved to form a shield in front of both of the girls.

"Who are you?"

The cold voice caused chills to race down Allison's spine. A cold sweat began to form on her brow as her insides quivered in fear. That was the voice of a murderer. There was no emotion except pure fury. It frightened the life out of Allison and through the gaps in her living wall she could see the group of boys begin to rethink the situation that they had thrust themselves into.

"How's Rebekah, Allison?" Paul looked over his shoulder at her.

It must have been a trick of the light, or lack thereof, because Allison could swear that his eyes were a golden red.

"She's bleeding. Her breathing is good and all but she's knocked out cold."

"Here." A pair of keys landed on the asphalt by her knees. "Take my bike. Marko will take Rebekah in front of him. Go to our place. He knows how to patch people up."

Allison looked at David in surprise. She hadn't expected the tall blonde to offer up his bike for her or to open up his home.

"Alright." She picked up the key and got back onto her feet. Before she could blink Marko was beside her picking up Rebekah gently and maneuvering her onto the front of the bike. He ensured that she would not fall before turning the ignition, revving, and moving the kickstand back up. Allison held the keys up in askance and Marko pointed to the bike at the end of the row. She quickly got on and started the engine. She crab walked out of the parking spot until she was even with Marko.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going? You bitches owe us some things and you're not leaving until you deliver!"

Paul's laughter again broke out into the night. Instead of the friendly mirthfulness that he had shared with Rebekah earlier it was sinister and dark.

"You don't get to ask about anything."

The hairs on the back of Allison's neck were standing at full attention. She glanced at Marko before nodding towards the lot's exit. Marko nodded back at her before zooming off towards the dark road. Allison swiftly followed behind him.

"HEY!"

The yell reverberated behind her but she did not look behind as she raced behind Marko, worry tight in her heart and fear locked into her mind.

One of the members of the group attempted to turn his bike around and follow after them but he was pulled off of his bike and thrown at the back of his compatriots.

"What the fuck?"

The question was slurred out in pain and confusion. Dwayne stood by the now vacant bike, his leather boot clad foot resting on the seat of the bike.

"How did you get there so fast?"

Dwayne slowly grinned, eyes turning a menacing shade of yellow as his face morphed. Deep planes and grooves formed where there had previously been nothing but smooth young skin. He pushed down with his leg and the bike began to bow where his foot rested. A simple kick had it skidding across the empty lot, sparks flying from the scrape of metal on asphalt.

The entire gang of boys, for that was what they truly were; boys under the age of seventeen clumped together, some grabbing each other and others trying to get to the edge farthest from the men that were in front of them.

"Why were you chasing them?"

David's cold voice cut through the hearts of the boys.

"We. . . we thought it would be fun. You know, they were playing a game at the alley and we thought it would be fun to play around with them. We didn't mean anything by it. Honestly man, we were just messing around!"

"You didn't mean anything by it? Then why is my sister unconscious and bleeding. Her fucking blood is on the ground right here! She didn't provoke you! You hit her from the back you little fucking coward!"

The more Paul spoke the louder he became and the more a growl formed behind each of his words.

"She's still breathing isn't she?" A different boy spoke up, hoping to defuse the situation.

The next instance his screams echoed over the sand dunes as David ground his face into the shattered glass that was spread across the asphalt. Fear became a visible entity as the group of boys began to panic.

"You're not getting out of this alive you know."

He spoke conversationally, as if he was talking about the score of the recent Yankees ballgame.

The group scattered panicking. No one tried to help their friend under David's boot, they tried to escape. None did.

Dwayne tore through the soft bodies of all that he caught. His gleeful face gave him the appearance of a demon in the soft moonlight and singular streetlamp. Blood splattered every surface as he incapacitated and then took his time shaving skin, muscle, and organs from the screaming bodies beneath him.

Paul tore through the throats of those he caught, gorging himself on the blood and the violence of the kill. Each body was held and swayed in a macabre dance as his partners chocked on the blood gurgling within their throats.

David did not move through the entirety of the massacre. His boot never left the face of the boy beneath him, sometimes it was almost gentle, just a constant pressure on his face, other times it was a grinding pain pushing more so that the glass would cut other parts of his body.

Eventually all was silent. The only noise was the shuddering gasps from the boy beneath David's boot.

"Do you want me to take care of that?" Paul offered, hair in disarray and a wicked grin painting his ruby lips.

"No."

Dwayne glanced over at David, arms soaked in the blood of the not so innocent with innocuous bits stuck under his nails.

"Marko hasn't eaten tonight."

The boy heard this and began to cry, the shock of what he had been witness to transforming into the knowledge of what was going to happen to him. He watched in fascinated horror as the bodies of his friends, boys that he had grown up with, were picked up with disrespect and tossed like refuse into a singular pile. A brilliant flash appeared before the remains of his friends were unceremoniously set alight.

He squealed as he was lifted by the back of his shirt. He watched as the ground became smaller and smaller as his feet left the ground and any hope that remained in his body plummeted to the ground below. He closed his eyes as the roar of bikes erupted from the ground and he felt the wind begin to rush by his bloody face.

If he fell asleep he would wake up tomorrow by his mom banging on his door in his own bed. It would all be back to normal if he fell asleep. Nothing was wrong.

All he had to do was close his eyes.