Author's Note: Long awaiting and over due is the 3rd chapter of The Lost Girl. Inspired by a few recently received reviews (xoborogrlxo,xxxxParvati-Patilxxxx), the movie The Lost Boys, and the song Lost in Shadows. Here it is:D

Bekah's pale hand slipped into David's and her heart leaped in shock to find how cold it was, even with the glove on. She looked from his hand and then back up, into his eyes. He was staring at her like there was no tomorrow, studying her. It made her uncomfortable. She wasn't usually uncomfortable. What was wrong with her? She squirmed as if trying to get away from his gaze and suddenly his piercing eyes were gone. Looking off into the distance.

She followed his gaze and her eyes were met with the sight of, what looked like, 3 boys heading their way. She held her breath for a few seconds and her grip on David's hand seemed to tighten. Had she gotten herself into something she couldn't get out of? Was this one of those stupid careless mistakes that teen girls made and then they ended up getting murdered.

She shook her thoughts off with a mental growl. She was being stupid and paranoid. Even if he did try something she could defend herself. She would defend herself. She wasn't worried. She couldn't be. Not about 4 boys.

Doubt filled her as the 3 boys walked closer and her grip only tightened on David's hand. She could feel him shaking. Was he scared? She turned her eyes back towards him and snarled at what she saw.

He was laughing.

Chuckling maybe but laughing none the less. He was laughing because she was scared. She was sure of it. She flung his hand away from her snarled at him, letting her anger show through. He seemed to shrugged his shoulders as if he was apologizing. Then, before Bekah knew it, the 3 boys were in front of her and all eyes were on her. Watching, waiting. She wasn't sure what to do but found her lip curling even further up on its own free will.

"What are you staring at?" she snapped at all of them. Her voice was harsh and rigid as she tried to hide away her unwanted fear. Her fear wasn't needed. She had nothing to fear. She was fearless.

Fearless...

The word echoed in her mind as she looked over the 3 newcomers. Her eyes searched over their stylish attire and their punk looks. Their big hair and their firm lean bodies. Each one was different from the next but David was the most beautiful one of them all. The dark skinned, dark haired one came in close second. If his personality was better then David's then he would definitely outrank.

Bekah shook her thoughts away and turned towards David, an eyebrow raised in question.

He seemed to smile back at her with his eyes before turning to the three boys.

"Boys," he started, his voice as cold as it had started out as, "this is Bekah." he said it with out motioning to her or turning to her.

She received a nod from the two blondes but the dark haired one seemed to just stare at her, deep brown eyes looking into her soul. She squirmed again and nodded towards the blondes. She wasn't sure what to do. Whether to talk or stay silent or jump at all of them for staring. She just wasn't sure.

Usually she was. Something was wrong with her...

"This is Paul, Marco, and Dwain." David introduced the boys, finally turning towards her as he nodded to each of the previously named boys. She nodded to each but squirmed when she made eye contact with the dark haired one.

"I promised Bekah here a real party." David when on, a smirk on his face. The boys let out a few laughs and a howl here or there before they were all walking down the boardwalk together.

Bekah got a few stares from some of the middle aged women. They looked at her as if she was a whore about to take on all four boys she was walking with and she couldn't help but leer at them and ask them if they wanted to join. She was so used to acting like that with her friends that the boardwalk didn't feel any different.

The boys laughed along with her, one of them occasionally slipping an arm around her for show, all except for the dark haired one. He was different but Bekah couldn't figure out how.

The boys didn't seem to have a problem hanging out with her, like they were excepting her already. But Bekah knew better. No group like this excepted a new comer on the first day. There was always something she had to overcome. An initiation or test of some sort. Or a joke. Or she had to steal something.

God only knew what this "party" really was and who knew what it would turn into. Maybe all of them wanted a 5-some after all. It was so hard to tell these days that Bekah didn't know which people to trust and which not to.

They reached a group of bikes, 4 in all and Bekah somehow guessed that they belonged the the boys she was with right now.

She had, for once, guessed right and was being hoisted up onto the back of David's before she knew it.

She held tight to him, her hands around his waist. She didn't want to risk falling off the back or something so she wasn't shy about it.

They boys howled with laughter and fun as they sped down the beach around bonfires and groups of people they called surf Nazis. She was smiling, despite her best judgment and David turned to look at her every once in a while. They were speeding so fast they didn't bother to talk. All they could hear was the wind in their ears and the howls of everyone around them.

She didn't mind much.

It kind of felt like she was free. As if she was flying but not actually flying. She was grounded but still high up in the air. It felt like paradise. And here were these boys, having fun and laughing around her and she didn't even know them. She didn't care to. Not as long as she was free.

The wind her hair only made her smile widen. It felt so good!

The fresh hair was hypnotizing and she held even tighter to David, pressing her chin onto the top of her shoulder. She closed her eyes and imagined she was flying. Up, up, and up. The wind howled louder the higher she got and she spread her wings as if she was flying like a bird in summer.

She was free...free...free.

And then it stopped.

The roaring of the engines was turned off and the boys' howls were replaced by simple laughter and leering. She was still holding onto David when she opened her eyes and she found herself blushing when she finally let go.

"You like that?" David asked in a husky voice that made her shutter. She nodded, her head bowed and her eyes downcast. She didn't want him to see her like this. All shy and red faced. This wasn't her.

These boys brought out the worst in her.

A finger found its way under her chin and then her head was being tilted up. She let her eyes flutter up until she met David's. His eyes were smiling, or as much as they could be smiling.

"You're cute when you blush." he said simply before sliding of his bike and taking her hand.

Short yes I realize and I'm sorry. But I'm trying to get in the building up of trust and the buidling of all of their relasionships. I'm also trying to show what effect David and all the rest of the other Lost Boys have on Bekah. So I hoped you enjoyed and

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