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This contains incest, mature language, sex, and violence. Viewer's discretion is advised. This is the following ships: David/Lily, Dwayne/Lily, Marko/Lily, Paul/Lily, Michael/Lily.

I also do not own the Lost Boys, the characters or the movie. I only own Lily and any other characters I add and whatever divergence from the plot I add.

Prologue

It was the dead of night when Lily was suddenly awoken. Her room was pitch black and for a minute she struggled to fully wake. Her eyes filmy and dazed. She gives a tired yawn, rubbing her eyes, trying to figure out what had woken her. Her clock read three thirty in the morning. She gives another yawn and sits up. She brushes back her hair, which was tangled around her neck. It had slipped from the hair tie she had tied it back with.

She pushes back the covers and takes a minute to listen. The house was silent. Completely silent. Normally there would be the sound of her father's loud snores coming from down the hall or Ellie's cries, wanting a midnight snack. Normally, Holly was scratching to go pee or snoring at the foot of her bed. But none of that was happening at this moment. The entire house was dead silent.

Lily felt her anxiety rising, fear inching its way inside her. Something wasn't right. Alarms were ringing inside her head. She slowly stood from her bed, moving towards her bedroom door on shaky legs. The door gives an eerie creak as she opens it. The hallway light normally was on just in case one of them needed to get up, but it was currently turned off, more reason to panic. She started down the hall towards Ellie's room, her heart pounding in her chest. Her instincts were telling her to run or hide, to get out of the house and never look back, but she needed to know her baby sister was okay. That her parents were okay.

Lily opened Ellie's bedroom, the mobile had stopped spinning, the music was no longer on, the nightlight was sitting beside the crib, unplugged. Nothing about this scene was right. Lily slowly walked to the crib feel her fear rising with each step. Something wasn't right. That was all her mind could think as more time passed. Her breath was shallow and weak, her body trembling with anxiety and terror. She didn't know what it was that she needed to be afraid of, but she knew there was something.

She reached the crib and she couldn't stop the scream from escaping. What laid in the crib was once her six month old baby sister. All there was now was blood, flesh, and bones. Ellie was barely recognizable. Tears rolled down Lily's cheeks, sobs broke through her lips. She stumbles back from the crib, unable to process what she just saw. She turned and ran out of the bedroom, rushing down the hall to her parent's bedroom. "Mom! Dad!" She screams. She threw open their door and another scream broke through. Blood was splattered all over the walls, the pristine carpet soaked in blood, her parents laid butchered in their bed, their bodies brutalized. She couldn't even make out their faces.

Her breath was barely coming out. She was having a panic attack. They were dead. All of them. She stumbled out of their room, her hand holding onto the wall for support. She made her way down the stairs just before her legs gave out. She vomited on the front rug, her body shaking with sobs, anguish, and shock.

She didn't know how she did it. Even now, thinking back, she doesn't know how she got the strength to get up and get to the phone. She wasn't even thinking about the killer. He could have been in the house and she could be about to die. Maybe, deep down, she hadn't cared about whether she lived or died. Her family had just been murdered.

She managed to call the police and she sat on the front steps waiting for them to arrive. The rest of the night passed in a blur. The police questioned her and searched the house, while the medics checked her over and gave her the all clear. She was taken later to the hospital to wait for her aunt Lucy to arrive and to identify the bodies. With Lily underage, she couldn't officially identify them nor could she live on her own, not that any of them would want her to after the night she had just had.

Lucy came and did what she had to, promising Lily that she was okay and that she was safe. Lily barely remembers that night. Sometimes it still feels like it had just been a nightmare.

Lucy was a great woman. Very kind, very loving, very generous. She was Lily's mother's sister. The two were estranged, however. After Lucy married her husband the two sisters didn't talk much. Lily's mother didn't approve of Richard Greenway. He was a slime ball politician as Mary Summers often said. The idea that Richard refused to let his sons and wife take his name was often a topic of conversation in the Summers home.

Truth of the matter was, Lily hadn't seen her Aunt Lucy or her cousins since she was about five-years-old. That was how she found herself here, standing outside of Lucy's car, staring up at the two story family home. "I know all of this has been so hard for you." Lucy says in a soft voice, filled with such anguished. It had been her sister who had died. "But it's going to be okay." Lucy broke off to clear her throat, trying to keep herself from breaking down in front of Lily. She had to be strong for the young girl. "We're all here for you. You're safe now and we won't let anything happen to you."

Lily looks up at Lucy. Lucy didn't look much like Lily or her mother. She had short spiky brown hair with light green eyes, not quite the green that Lily and her mother had. She was medium height, not quite as tall as her sister, and she was much more small in stature, slender. She also favored loose dresses that hid her figure and didn't truly flatter her.

Lily was a mixture of her parents. She was tall, skinny, with gorgeous curves just like her mother, she used to tell Lily that she had weight in all the right places. She had overly large breasts with a round tight ass and long thick legs. She had a small pixie face and eyes the color of storm clouds. That was all that she got from her mother. From her father she had his pale skin like freshly fallen snow. It also looked as if she had never been in the sun, but she simply could not gain a hint of color no matter how long she was in the sun for. She had his beach waved, thick hair that was a dark crimson red, it fell all the way down to her knees like a waterfall of blood. She hated to have it cut, always refusing to do more than trim the ends. Now more than ever she didn't want to cut it. It reminded her too much of her father's own hair and how her mother used to spend hours brushing it.

"Oh, Lily." Lucy cries softly, seeing the tears starting in the young woman's eyes. "You poor thing." Lucy pulls Lily into her arms and Lily clings to her tightly, as if afraid that Lucy too would disappear. "It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay." Lucy whispers, running a hand down Lily's back. "Come on, let's get you inside. I'll reintroduce you to my sons. I'm sure they'll help get your mind off things." Lily nods, not having said a word since the cops arrived at her home.

They walk up to the front door, Lucy helping carrying some of Lily's bags. Lily hadn't wanted to take anything more than her clothes and a handful of personal items, anything else was just too much, too painful. "I want to sell the house." Lily says, the first word she had spoken.

"What?" Lucy asks.

"My house. I want to sell it."

"Lily-"

"I don't want any reminders. Please." Lily whispers, staring up at Lucy with such broken eyes. It killed Lucy to see such pain in the young woman's eyes.

"How about we give it some time if you still feel like selling then we will, okay?"

"Okay."

"Come on, darling." They walked inside the home and found both boys waiting for them. They weren't all as how Lily remembered them. Sam was now fourteen and very boyish. He had dark blonde hair that was short and permed. He had the same green eyes as Lucy has. He was short, shorter than Lily's 5'7" height. He had on rather bright and bold colored clothes, the clothes themselves were very eye catching and hectic. Nothing that Lily herself would find pleasing to the eye. The boy beside him was a lot different, calmer and darker looking. He had dark almost black hair, which was very curly and fell almost to his shoulders. His eyes were a deep navy blue, very captivating. They were the kind of eyes that you could stare into for hours. He had tan rich skin, as if he spent hours under the sun. He had on a tight dark tee, that helped show off the nice muscles his body had. He had a pair of jeans that shaped his long muscular thighs, and a pair of white sneakers. He was good looking, very good looking.

Their eyes met and Lily was startled with just how attractive she found her older cousin. A bright pink blush came to her cheeks and she lowered her head, looking to the floor. "Boys, this is your cousin Lily. Lily, this is Michael and Sam." Her eyes lifted up, looking through her long lashes at Michael. He gave her a charming smile, a slight blush hinting on his cheeks.

"Hey, nice to see you again." He says.

"You too." She says softly.

"Hi, I'm Sam." The other says, cutting in, unaware of what was going on with his brother and cousin.

"Hi."

"Knock it off, Sam." Michael says.

"What?" Sam asks. "I'm just saying hi."

"Don't overwhelm her." Michael snaps. "She's been through a lot. Come on. I'll show you where you'll be staying. I'll take those for you." He tells her before grabbing her bags.

"Thank you." He gave her another smile before leading up the stairs.

"This is your room. It's right next to Sam's and I's."

"You share a room?" She asks as she walks into her new room. The walls were a dark grey, the floors hardwood. The room had a queen size bed with black silk sheets and a grey plaid quilt on top. On either side of the bed was a dark table with a bronze lamp with a gray shade. There was the closet to the right and the dark dresser to the left, along with a desk tucked into the corner a little ways down from the dresser with a black chair.

"Oh, uh…" Michael scratches the back of his head. "This was actually my old room." Her eyes widened as she realized what he was getting at.

"Oh. I can't take your room."

"No, really, I don't mind. We aren't going to dump you on the couch. Really, it's no big deal. Sam has the bigger closet and two dressers. It's really no problem." She bites her lip. "Seriously, Lily, I'm fine with you having my room. It's only fair with you being the only girl and Sam and I being the boys. We can share, you should have your own space."

"Thank you… You've all been so kind to me."

"We're family." Michael tried not to cringe at that word. "You've had a long day. Why don't you lie down and get some sleep."

"What time will Uncle Richard be home?" Michael pauses and glances over at her.

"He's usually gone most of the time. He, uh, works a lot."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Michael looks uncomfortable. "My parents, they've been having a lot of problems. It's just easier on everyone if he's not around too much."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Michael gives her a small smile. "Try to get some rest. I promise tomorrow will be better."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because everyday it gets easier. I can't tell you that I know what you're going through, but I can promise that it'll get better and easier. In the end, time heals all. All I can relate to your situation is the situation with my dad. He's been awol for most of my life. Never around much and never much of a father, but over the years I grew used to it and it's easier to bear the pain." She gives him an appreciative smile.

"Thanks, Michael."

"Your welcome, Lily… I am happy that you're here. I think we're going to get along pretty well." She gives him another smile before starting to get ready for bed as he walks out of the room.

That night the nightmares came once again. She relived that night, seeing it all as fresh as it was that night. A scream rips through her throat as she wakes up from just seeing her baby sister ripped apart all over again. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay." She almost screamed again as she felt arms wrapped around her. "Shh, Lily, it's just me. It's just Michael." She clings to him upon realizing it truly was him holding her.

"Is she okay?"

"Do you want me to take over?"

"It's okay. Go back to bed. I got her." Michael says as he begins to rub her back. She sobs in his shirt, while he gently rocks her. "It's okay, Lily, I got you. I got you." He lays them back down and he holds her for the rest of the night. She manages to go back to sleep, taking comfort in the warmth of his embrace. "Shh." He whispers, kissing her temple, his arms tightly around her. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

An: Another reminder incase you missed it at the top. This contains incest, mature language, sex, and violence. Viewer's discretion is advised. This is the following ships: David/Lily, Dwayne/Lily, Marko/Lily, Paul/Lily, Michael/Lily.

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