A/N: I don't own anything to do with The Lost Boys. Thanks so much for your reviews and for expressing your interest in more of this story. Hope this chapter is alright and that everyone isn't OOC. Hope you enjoy. Thanks again for reading. I tried to make it gory but I'm certain I absolutely suck at writing gory scenes. Still hope you enjoy!

Chapter One

As soon as we got home from the Boardwalk, I discovered my mother was getting prepared to go out anyway. I honestly didn't want to be alone right now, with what happened with the strange boys from the fair, but then again, I couldn't exactly tell my mother that. I could tell she was genuinely happy living here, starting over and having a clean horizon. It didn't seem fair to mess up her contentment over something as silly as what happened tonight.

"Did you two enjoy yourselves tonight?" My mother asks and she glances at both me and Susie as we enter the house, before making her way into her bedroom. I look at Susie and hold a finger up to my lips, reminding her of our pact of secrecy we made on the way home.

Susie nods and growls at mom. "Roar!" she yells and mom feigns fear. "Okay, time for bed now, Susie," she says seriously. Susie scrunches her face up. "But I don't want the bloodsuckers to bite," she says sadly. "Then keep your Bible under the bed," mom tells her before tickling her. I listen to Susie's loud boisterous laughter as I go into the kitchen.

After a few minutes, mom comes in, attaching her earrings. "Will you look after the house while I'm gone?" she asks, looking at me worriedly.

"Of course, mom," I say quickly to appease her. "And I'll make sure Susie stays in bed and that no bloodsuckers enter her room. I'll keep guard." She has always worried unnecessarily over me and Susie.

She smiles wryly. "I honestly don't know where she gets that bloodsucker nonsense from." She shakes her head. "Did you meet any new friends tonight?"

I mess with the coffee machine, turning my back on her. "Sure. Everyone is very... kind in this town." I hope she doesn't catch the sarcasm. Thankfully, she doesn't.

"Well, I'll be gone until one in the morning, dear," she tells me before rushing toward the door. I stand there and wave to her as her car glides slowly down the driveway and out of sight.

I realize it is uncharacteristically quiet in the house now, with Susie sleeping and mom gone. I don't really like the thought of being in this house alone. Sometimes the floorboards creak and the refrigerator buzzes. Perhaps I just scare easily.

Just at this moment I am startled by an intense beam of light that pans through the lace curtains of the window and into my face. I am momentarily blind as I stumble over to the window, peeking out the curtains. Everything is suddenly still, quiet outside. Then comes the loud noise of something rapping and scraping against the door, someone's nails perhaps, and I rush over a little too quickly, grabbing the wall for support.

I take a deep breath as I open the door slightly, peeking through the crack. This was going against another one of my mother's warnings about opening the door in the middle of the night. For a moment there is nothing out there except the pitch-black darkness, and then a moment later I am suddenly face to face with the boy from tonight, the blond one. I curse myself.

"I'm David," he suddenly says, extending a leather-clad gloved hand. I know better than to shake it. The wind leaking through the crack in the door is chilly and I shiver, holding my hands to my stomach. I'm feeling a bit suspicious. What is he doing here? How did he find out where Susie and I lived? I hear a soft rustling noise from behind him. Obviously someone else is out there.

"You gonna invite us in?" David asks, blocking my view so that I can't see how many others are out there.

"It's eleven thirty at night."

He leans against the door. "So?"

"Say it," two voices say in unison from outside, presumably Marko and Dwayne.

"My mother will be home in an hour and a half," I say quietly, not that it mattered much to them at all.

David glances behind his shoulder. "That's practically a yes, isn't it, boys?" he asks through the darkness before pushing past me, hitting his shoulder against mine.

The four other boys come into view, one I haven't seen before. Dwayne stops right in front of me, picking up a handful of my hair and tugging painfully on the ends before continuing on into the dining room. Paul whistles loudly, the sound echoing slightly off the walls and the boy I haven't seen before; he exchanges a nervous glance with me before going straight in after the boys.

Dwayne seemed the least intruding of the four. He stands still, looking around, his arms hanging at his sides, his long dark hair dangling down his back. Marko was staring down the hallway. We still hadn't finished unpacking yet, so the floor of the hallway was covered in boxes. "What are all of these?" he says quietly, kicking one of the boxes with the heel of his shoe.

The boy I hadn't noticed before, he was watching the other boys with an expression of wonderment. It seemed like he was desperately trying to fit in, trying to prove himself, when in actuality he stood out like a sore thumb. He wasn't brutal like the other boys, I could tell. He seemed quiet. Then again, he wasn't included in the bizarre things they had said to me about Susie tonight. I wondered idly why he'd want to be friends with such heartless people.

David is perched on our leather sofa, his legs crossed and shiny black boots resting on our coffee table. I wouldn't dare scold him for it. It was something my mother would have done however. He leans forward and picks something up off the table, using the twine to pick off the dirt on his fingernails.

"Would you all like something to drink?" I ask, not daring to forget my hospitality. Five eyes focus on me, and then Dwayne and Paul laugh. Their laughter is spooky, and it seems to me like a clear indication that something unpleasant is about to happen. I shudder at the sound and brace myself.

"What's so funny?" I ask defensively and the laughter immediately stops.

"Ever heard of a blood transfusion, Ruby?" David suddenly asks, breathing in my ear and I gasp, clutching my hand to my throat. I turn around and realize he is standing right near me now, looming over me. He's smirking at some kind of inside joke that I don't get.

I try to breathe slowly and carefully. I wouldn't want to let them have the satisfaction of knowing that they terrified me. "Of course I have," I say at last. "I'm not stupid."

"Well, that's what we're gonna need."

He pushes past me and strides over to the boy, who is now looking at him expectantly. I didn't understand how anyone could look at David like that. He turns and faces me directly, his blue eyes staring. "This here is..." he pauses. "What's your name, kid?"

The boy shifts his feet uncomfortably. "Jeremy."

"He's new to the town – like you," he continues as if there was no interruption. "Only he gets to be the sacrificial lamb..." I didn't understand what he meant by that. I imagined he was making it up to scare the poor boy. Dwayne and Paul start with their laughing again.

That's when the boy was driven into action. He produced a handgun from his jacket only he didn't make it in time. It was all very fast-paced. One moment I thought I could actually hear David's brain clicking into gear as he ascertained what the Jeremy boy had in his hand, a second later it was worse than any nightmare.

David lunged at him, the sharp canines of his teeth penetrating the skin of his neck. I watched the boys face, stunned to the spot, an outsider looking in at something extremely unpleasant. His eyes were protruding, tears leaking from his face. After a while his skin got paler than I had ever seen one possibly go before and I knew what it meant; Death.

Then it was Marko's turn. The boy's hands were trembling now with every audible suck and when Paul got to him I could tell he was already gone. Halfway through Dwayne's turn, David asked me if I would like to try some of the refreshment. That was how he put it. I was physically repulsed, my stomach lurching.

Paul and Dwayne resorted to dancing around with the body, taunting it and lifting its arms, fluttering the hands around and contaminating the room with their laughter. David actually looked disappointed with them. He returned to the sofa, stretching out his legs on the coffee table once again.

Soon I was lying down on the floor, in a pool of something wet and sticky, with the dead boy right on top of me. I thought it was the worst feeling in the world to be lying flat on my back with a dead boy on top of me drained and bloody. To be trapped underneath him and hearing the raucous laughter from Dwayne and Paul above me.

I closed my eyes, thinking of my little sister.

My sister would most likely be shivering under her bed sheets, trying to block her ears from the horrible sounds coming from the dining room. The boy's body was motionless, heavy on top of me. Everything was still. No breathing, no heartbeat. I was the only one breathing. I could only hear my own heartbeat. The dark surrounding me smelled like death. I could yell for hours, but the only thing keeping my mouth stapled shut was that little girl in the next room. I had to be brave for her.

I open my eyes. The body suddenly rolls off me and the four boys are crouching over me now. "Had a peaceful rest?" Dwayne says, his mouth curved up into a grin. There is shiny, wet red liquid on his chin.

"Get her up," David only said, looking annoyed.

"Why don't you get up?" Marko said. His voice was gentle, encouraging.

I found I couldn't move even if I tried. I could not get up. My whole body felt numb, my legs especially, as though moving them would be a great difficulty. The sticky wet feeling was unnerving against my skin and I felt I could be sick at any moment.

"Hey, forget about it," Paul said, standing up. "Let's just drain her, too. We'll be doing her a favour, or say, let's get her sister Susie to do it..."

My ears prick up at the sound of her name. "What about my sister, Susie?" I ask, my voice trembling. "What has she got to do with all of this?"

"Now you've done it..." I hear Marko say quietly. I met his eyes, held them, but he did not speak. It was David who spoke next.

"Where's your little sister, Ruby?" he asks, a strange smile coming across his face.

"Susie stays out of this."

"Not if you want her to live, she doesn't."

I didn't understand it at all.

"She's bound to us in more ways than one," he explains. "The need for blood is singing in her veins; she must feed."

I think my emotions finally took over then. I didn't want Susie to be involved in any of this. She was my little, selfless sister. It was hardly fair. "Please, just leave her out of this," I managed, and I kept saying it a lot. But I think David grew tired of hearing me plead. I guess in the end he had made plans for the both of us.

I tried to ignore the sticky wet sensation of blood between my fingertips, propping myself up on my arms. That's when I realized the room is a mess. My mother will indefinitely kill me when she gets home to discover all of this. Not to mention poor, poor Jeremy.

David is glaring at Paul and Dwayne sharply. "Why don't you two boneheads go make yourselves useful?" He looks at Marko. "You too. Let's move this party elsewhere."

Marko stands up, looking incredulous. "We can't just leave her on the floor in shock and with blood everywhere like that -"

"- Well, I say we can," David says, raising his voice with a deadly tone. "Now move!"

The end of my ordinary life came quickly anyway.