Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys.

(David - POV)

I had not found her yet. I had looked and looked around this boardwalk. I met the others but Dwayne at the bikes near the entrance of the boardwalk. I lit a cigarette and waited for our unusually tardy brother. My mind was swirling when the others began speaking loudly at Dwayne. Then Dwayne said he had brought a present. I turned to look, and he pulled from behind him Elisabet. My breath stopped. I barely registered that my brothers all had a reaction towards her. Looking as if she was a ghost that they knew.

I watched as she drifted through to each of us. Laddie and she interacted then Marko calling her Anya. He had told me of Anya. His fiancé that had met him at the train station here in Santa Carla in 1906 when he returned from abroad. They had checked in at the hotel that we now called home in the cave at Hudson's Bluff. She had died there, and he had been changed by Max shortly after he had been pulled from the rubble.

He kissed her and held her close; like a man starved and she the first meal in weeks. I was surprised at myself that I did not have an angry outburst at him touching my wife. She moved him beside Dwayne. Then she looked to Paul. A look of concern flashed over her features. I looked to him, and I had never seen my boisterous brother so shell shocked and afraid.

She squatted down before him. Concern on her face. She called out to him, calling herself Donna. We knew of Donna. Paul and she had been hippies travelling the country in a Volkswagen Tour Bus in bright colors. They had grown up together and had become high school sweethearts. Then after high school they struck out and travelled. They went to Woodstock and saw many of the greats in music. Then came the Vietnam War. Paul had been drafted. She had promised to wait. Then when the letter came that he had been MIA and was presumed a POW or KIA, Donna had taken her own life; unable to live without him. In reality Paul had been in Vietnam and had been given a furlough. Max and us had been traveling through the area. We had found Paul wounded and cloying for breath. His resilience to live had intrigued Max so he changed him.

When we got back to the US, Paul had begged to find Donna. Max relented. When we made it to the home they had settled in just before the draft, Paul had found a for sale sign up. He asked the townspeople about the house. It was revealed to him that the woman who lived there had been found dead, apparent suicide, with a letter in her hand about her fiancé being MIA. Probably KIA or a POW. It was tragic.

She got Paul to smile and open no sooner than he had scented her. Then she turned to me. I had heard her say that her name was now Calliope. It was pretty, it suited her. I reached my gloved hand out to her, and she accepted it. I jerked her forward into my arms.

"David?" her voice sounded.

"Elisabet." I said to her and held her close to me, "My love."

She blushed pink and smiled at me. I run my gloved fingers through the familiar golden curls. I saw the brilliant green eyes that I had loved, the same full pink lips I had kissed passionately and the same scent that drifted from her skin. It was all her. My wife. Still just as beautiful as the day I had lost her.

"What's going on?" Star suddenly asked, "Who is she?"

I didn't answer. Calliope looked at her then at me, the look on her face told me that she wanted answers about just who Star was. Dwayne did answer Star though.

"She is each of ours." he had told her.

"Ok." Star had said, confusion clear in her tone.

"Let's get back to the cave." I said and pulled her with me to get on the bike.

My mind was so focused on her we were at the bluff in no time and going into the cave. Dwayne got the barrels lit so she could see. I led her in, and Paul and Marko were hovering behind her. She looked around the cave, taking stock of everything. I sat in the wheelchair that I usually did. The boys lined up on the couch. Star sat on the edge of her bed and Laddie sat on the ground between Dwayne's feet. We didn't wait long before Callie came to me. I took her to my lap.

"So, whose she?" Calliope asked and looked at Star.

"She's Star. She's one of us." I answered her.

"Alright, is she... with one of you?" She asked.

Star chimed in, "No!"

Calliope looked at her and nodded. That seemed to pacify her for the time being.

"How are you here?" Marko asked, "I was with you when you died in 1906."

I saw Star's eyes widen when 1906 was said. It was almost 100 years ago. I nodded at Star when she looked at me. Calliope cleared her throat.

"I don't know exactly myself. I just know I have been reborn five times with all of my past lives' memories. I was first born as Elisabet, David's wife and mother of his son. I had been born in 1660 and was betrothed to David the day I was born. We were married when I turned 15. I died of Cholera when I was just 20, leaving him and our son behind. I looked up what history I could and found that our son lived, and we have descendants living in Buckingham Palace." Calliope had spoken, "It had only mentioned that David had disappeared, presumed dead. And I know why. He became a vampire."

We had all froze, looking at her in disbelief. How did she know? I looked to Dwayne. He shook his head. So, he had not told her that we were vampires.