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AN: If you like my Lost Boys stories, please check them all out. I have several more ready to read and more to come.

(Original POV)

He held me tightly in his arms. Peppering my face with kisses. He then kissed me slow and deeply. Then I felt water hit my face. He turned my face up to his. My eyes watered with his. I started crying. I was so happy to finally be in his arms again. More than 200 years we have been apart. My Coro, my love. I was his Sarah back then. I remembered my past lives. Each one in each different life. I had four loves and by the power of fate they all had been changed into Vampires by the same sire. I would have to thank this sire when I met him.

"It's you. It's really you." He said to me cradling my face in his hands, "How? I was with you when you died."

"I know it is me. I'm back and I'm not leaving again." I replied with a desperate rush, "I remember everything. Remember when I told you I believed I had been someone else before I was Sarah?"

He nodded to me. Yes, he remembered it.

"Well, I have been four different people before now. Now I am Calliope. I have been Elisabet, Sarah, Anya, and Donna." I told him.

"I'm called Dwayne now." he said to me and grasped my hand, "Come with me, I need you to meet some people."

"Dwayne, I need to also tell you something." I said hurriedly, "I know your brothers."

He stopped and looked at me, "How?"

"I..." I took a deep breath, "I was David's Elisabet. Your Sarah, Marko's Anya and Paul's Donna. I am here for each of you. I remember every life I have lived."

"You lived a life with each of us." He said as the wheels turned in his head.

An expression came over his face that I didn't recognize. He grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him. I didn't protest or try to stop him. It was time. Might as well just ripped the band-aid off instead of prolonging the inevitable.

He continued forward until he got to the front of the boardwalk, and I could see the bikes. I smiled. I knew he was the perfect one to find first. My Coro was a spiritual man, he knew the stories, had grown and believed. I thought back when I had told him about how I believed I had been Elisabet before I was Sarah. He had believed me, had encouraged me to do a spirit walk. Sadly, I had never gotten to do it.

"Yo, Dwayne. Hurry up!" I heard Paul's happy voice, my carefree hippy Paul.

"Bringing dinner with you?" Marko asked, my sweet Southern gentleman.

"Please, not with Laddie in the cave." the curly headed girl requested.

"No." Dwayne said, "Brought a present."

He had pulled me directly behind him and then moved to show me off.

"Hi." I said with an awkward little wave.

I watched the varying degrees of shock, denial, grief, disbelief, etc., filtering across their faces. There was a look of pure pity on the curly haired girls face. The little boy looked excited to meet me as he run to Dwayne to be introduced.

"I'm Laddie." he said to me with a grin on his small face.

"Hi, I'm Calliope." I said in greeting to him and patted his head.

"Anya?" Marko's voice came to my ears.

I looked at him as he closed in on me. I nodded as he said Anya again. He choked and grabbed me. Arms tight as if I might disappear from his life again. He breathed me in at my neck and wound his hand in my hair. He kissed me like I was the most refreshing drink of water that he had been denied for so long. He held me back from him then, looking me over. The sheer desperate relief in his green eyes was powerful.

"Yeah, it's me." I told him and pulled him by Dwayne.

I looked over to Paul. He was on his knees in clear utter denial. When I moved closer to him, Paul got startled by my movements.

"Pauly, it's me, Donna." I said as I knelt before him.

This was hard. Paul and I had a great love affair. We had run wild and free then the draft for the Vietnam War happened.

"Please Pauly, please say you remember us." I whispered as I got closer.

He nodded. There was pain in his eyes. I knew that my death was still so fresh in his mind. Donna was my life before Calliope. I had died; suicide by my own hand after I had gotten a missive that Paul had went MIA and was either a POW or KIA.

His ocean blue eyes were scanning every inch of me. Observing, watching, gathering. I reached my hand out to touch his cheek like I had always done. He turned into my hand, nose skimming my palm followed by his lips kissing it. I choked out a sob.

"My hippy man." I choked out as his emotions took a 360 and a grin popped onto his face.

I laughed then stood. He stood with me; arms encircled me when I turned around to look at David. Those icy blue eyes unreadable. Paul kissed my head and let me move forward. David held his gloved hand out to me. I tentatively took his hand. He snatched me forward into his arms.