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The feelings I had, full of warmth and desires to comfort David, disappeared as quickly as they came, as we all jumped off the ride, Susie running ahead of us excitedly. Yet I couldn't understand why I felt them for him? I had no reason to...

We walk slowly on the Boardwalk in silence, neither of us daring to be the first to break the silence enclosing around us. I found I was beginning to enjoy these quiet, calm moments of silence, where we walked, taking in the many sights of Santa Carla's nightlife.

Susie disappears, squeezing through a crowd of adults on the Boardwalk. "Where is she going?" I ask David, apprehensively.

"She's running off to my boys," David says, and he gives me a strange look. "She wants to feed. I specifically told them to meet her halfway..." He pauses, a faraway and distant look in his eyes, before sighing loudly, relieved for some reasons unknown to me. "Yes. She's with them right now, Ruby. They are taking her straight to Hudson's Bluff. A few kids are hanging out, smoking a few doobies. Let's just hope they don't fall off the cliff and injure themselves..." A cruel and knowing tone comes into his voice.

How did he know that? Could it be possible that David could, in fact, read minds? No, it couldn't be.

"I'm gonna cut to the chase here, and ask you something," David says suddenly, very seriously, "What has you so afraid, Ruby? What's the worst thing that can possibly happen – if you let go?"

I pause from my walking, thinking this through for a moment, startled by his question. "The worst thing imaginable, David," I say very honestly, "would be losing my little sister, forever."

He thinks about this, and then a smirk softens his daunting features. "Not gonna happen, Ruby." He meets my gaze and looks me in the eyes, his slate blue eyes twinkling. "You let your fears predict the way you live. You let it hinder everything – the way you see things around you, the way you try to hold on when you should really be letting go." He pauses, searching for something in his coat pocket. "You should just let nature run its course, Ruby..."

I realized then that when David and I weren't being so hostile and sullen with each other, we had plenty to say. When I forgot the fact that he was the very reason as to why Susie and I are like this, now. And also, the unforgettable fact that he shimmy-shook my bones... we could be friendly.

"Is this what it is, David?" I ask, sceptically. "Nature?" It seemed like the most unnatural thing to me...

David shrugs. "Yeah, well. When Susie made her first kill, you should have seen her, Ruby." He speaks her name with such a high level of fondness that it bugs me. "She thinks she's Wendy. You know the story of Peter Pan, don't you, Ruby?" He glances over at me, eyebrows raised doubtfully.

"Of course I do, David..."

"Wendy runs off, joins the Lost Boys, where she can never grow old, and she can never die... fly." He says it in a bright tone, as though oddly proud and humbled by this. "It sounds fun, huh?"

I consider this for a long moment. "It sounds fun to little children, David." He chuckles softly at my words, shaking his head, that wry smirk still there. "Besides, I don't believe there were ever murderers in that tale. Murderers who fed ruthlessly on humans in the middle of the night..."

David freezes at my words as he sticks a cigarette between his lips. "You know, you should really stop despising me, Ruby." He squints down at me, and in that instance, I felt the fear racing through me, like an injection of deadly poison or morphine. "I don't want to have to kill you!"

The fear dissipated just as quickly as it came as he bowed his head, flicking open his lighter with his thumb, the glow illuminating the full of his pale face. He looks crestfallen. I watch him in curiosity, something I found myself doing often, without even my own consent. There was no denying David was very fascinating to me, but he also held an unchangeable amount of fear and loathing within me. Yet, something had undoubtedly changed.

Half the time that loathing held a different edge – something... warmer and gentle. I had felt it tonight, deep inside, as he rode with Susie and me on the Ferris wheel. Although everything was unsettling and disturbing, being seated so closely next to him and our exchanges, I found that I didn't quite loathe David as much as I used to. Not quite to the same extent.

And why? Was it because I was finally beginning to accept that this was not only Susie's new lifestyle – but, now, mine?

"Which reminds me," David begins, tearing me out of my plethora of unanswered, confusing thoughts. "I'm ravenous. Let's feed!"

It was then that I realized I was quite hungry myself. But the thought of having to kill another human, left me feeling on edge and anxious.

I glance around us quickly, and it was then that I saw them; two young boys watching us, lurking in the shadows. One of the boys glances over at me and David, his eyebrows raised; lips slightly parted as though surprised. Who was this boy? Why was he looking at us like that? It was then, through the flashing lights glinting off of him, I realized he was one of the boys from the record store. Edgar.

David swivels around, following the direction of my gaze, and I'm not sure what Edgar must see, but it must be something very unpleasant. His eyes widen and he backs away slowly, looking fiercely determined, his fists clenched, as though daring David to come after him. I didn't understand it at all; when David turned his head to look back ahead of us, he didn't look menacing or threatening at all.

"Kooky little kid," I hear him say quietly, as he takes a deep drag of his cigarette. It was obvious who he was referring to.

"Is she one of them?" I hear Edgar say loudly. "One of the disgusting, blood-sucking leeches?" Was he talking about me? I had no doubts that he was.