Disclaimer: Do you honestly think I could legally take ownership of this movie? Decidedly not. I only own Evie. I should hope you realize that.

Well, this is just a one-shot. I have no intention of writing another whole story on the Lost Boys and my original characters. This is just a story of where Evie and Marko go to after leaving Santa Carla. I hope you enjoy it all the same!

"Cut it out. I mean it Marko, I'll kill you!"

The blonde gave a snort of haughty derision and continued to jab at my side. Every time his hands came into contact with my stomach, I'd flinch and try to bat him away. He was persistent.

In annoyance, I stood and tried to escape this tickle-torture, but only succeeded in tripping over my own two feet and come crashing down face-first to the concrete.

Marko threw back his head and howled with laughter. When I looked up at him from the pavement, he had doubled over, holding his sides as if he were afraid they would split open. Some boyfriend.

I scowled. "Why do you always make fun when I fall?"

"Because it's so simple! All you have to do is LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT!" he cackled.

"Jerk-off." I muttered, and helped myself up. "I'm going home."

His laughter didn't cease as I skulked off down the street. A few blocks later, after I had cooled down a bit, my mind started to wander, thinking about how far Marko and I had come after we left Santa Carla. The blonde dye in my hair that Star had forced on me was fading, and my natural red hue was returning, much to my great joy.

We had been living in Boulder, Colorado for about three months now, almost to the day. I even recalled the accidental discovery of what was currently our home…

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For two weeks we had been "house hunting," as it were. Marko and I had just ambushed a hiking couple on vacation when a distant dog bark ensnared my attention. I wiped away the blood with the back of my hand and perked my ears to listen. There were two of them, at least another seven miles up the mountain.

Marko was still finishing off the other hiker, so I took it upon myself to run off alone to investigate. My supernatural speed allowed me to locate the creatures in a matter of seconds. It took me a moment to comprehend what was happening.

Two large dogs, one a mutt with matted, muddy, gray fur and a shredded left ear, and one that resembled a wolf with large paws and yellowish eyes were brawling over what was probably food. The limb of some critter was ravaged between the powerful jaws of both dogs in a tug-of-war.

That's when I noticed that the limb didn't belong to some small, unfortunate rabbit. It was a human hand, flesh torn and bloody.

I probably didn't notice the scent of human blood because I had just slaughtered my last meal in such a close proximity of the skirmish before me now.

I made my way around the dogs, sniffing for blood when I approached a small house nestled among the trees. It was a cozy, rustic little dwelling, made up of wood and stone, and was one step below a log cabin. It would have been a welcoming sight if it weren't for the wooden sign in staked in the ground marked "TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT" in bold, red paint.

How charming.

I walked gingerly through the thick bed of leaves up on to the first wooden step. It creaked at the first ounce of pressure, and I was almost afraid it would break. Yet it held firm and I ascended to the top of the porch.

The screen door was shut, but the material had been shredded, and flapped in the icy breeze that always accompanied the mountain terrain this time of night. The heavy wooden door however, was open, nothing but darkness behind it.

I pulled back the screen door and walked into a blackness that enveloped my whole body. Had I still been human, I'd have never seen the cold, rotting corpse that lay in the very middle of the room. But then again, the smell of decay would certainly have alerted me as it already did now.

My lip curled in disgust. This guy had been here at least three days by the smell of it. I wondered if anyone knew he was here.

"Damn, that's nasty."

I glanced over my shoulder at Marko. "Gee, let me put that into a memo and entitle it 'Shit I already know.' When did you get here, anyway?"

"Just now." he smirked and walked over to the body. "Whaddya bet he's a hermit?"

"Judging by that lovely welcome banner out front, and the period of time he's been dead out here, I'd say he is."

"Was." he corrected me.

I grunted in agreement. We were both quiet for a moment, Marko examining the body, while I became nosy and started to explore the house. The floorboards seemed solid enough, not a single creak until I walked over a frayed, faded rug.

I jumped up and down in place lightly, testing the region until I confirmed that there was something under it. I knelt and pulled back the rug, revealing a small, worn, leather handle threaded through the woodwork. I gave it a tug, and up with it came a squared section of the floor. A blast of cold air hit me square in the face as I peered down into the black pit.

"Hmm, trap door." I thought aloud. Then my curiosity got the best of me. "Quick decision!" I announced and jumped down the hole.

I landed on all fours in something soft and loose, like dirt. It was still pitch black, but with my vampiric ability to see in the dark, or night vision, if you will, I spotted a small chain dangling from a single, bare light bulb. The room was instantly illuminated.

It appeared to be a basement, the walls lined with shelves and old boxes, glass jars filled with suspicious liquids and canned foods.

I heard a shuffling above me and I turned to see that Marko had stuck his head through the trap door, peering around the room.

"You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" he grinned

I couldn't help but smile back. It was infectious. "Way ahead of you."

We buried the man's body a few hundred feet from the house to get rid of the smell, or rather, the evidence. We slept down in the basement of course, since the windowless environment was most convenient. Marko had to break the shelves to fit them through the opening, and I had to buy two separate twin bed frames and mattresses because the queen size just didn't cut it either.

Within a week, I had cleared out most of the garbage and re-arranged the furniture. Marko insisted that it wasn't necessary, and I was just wasting my time. Just because he didn't mind living in complete squalor didn't mean that I did. Even worse, the fat bastard wouldn't help me clean up until I made a deal with him to make it "worth his while."

Men, I swear.

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I smiled to myself as I recollected this. He was an immortal, but still so immature. It was hard to remember that. It was then I regretted my overreaction, and knew that I was in the wrong. I hated to admit it, but there was just no need to be angry. But I certainly wouldn't apologize. I couldn't swallow my pride just yet.

The scent of something warm and sugary floated in the air. Following my nose, I found a bakery across the street. Suddenly I craved sugar, and lots of it. My will power depleted, I walked in and purchased a two cookies: one sugar, the other chocolate chip. I quickly devoured the chocolate chip, wrapped up the remaining dessert and placed it in my jacket pocket.

I sighed. It was time to be getting home. I walked just a bit farther to a less crowded part of town.

Once I was sure that I was out of everyone's sight, I picked up my brisk walk to my unnatural speed out of town, and up the mountain. I ran up the front steps, flung open the door and found myself nose to nose with Marko.

My breath was caught in my throat. I was so surprised to see him there, it took me a second to realize he had bent over and kissed my forehead, like I was a small child.

His lips lingered over my brow for a moment, and we were still. His cool breath washed over my skin as he whispered his apology.

I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath. "Here." I said shortly, and shoved the sugar cookie at him.

He accepted my offering and took a small bite from the treat. He frowned, much to my displeasure. "Hmm."

An eyebrow shot up in suspicion. "What is it?"

His licked a few sugar crystal away and shook his head. "It's a bit of a disappointment really."

Oh hell, no.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I demanded hotly. Seriously, could he be any less grateful?

"I can't help it! It's just, after being with you, it's sweetness can never amount to yours!"

"Sweet talk? Really? Oh God, that's so cheesy." I sniffed.

"No, I mean it!" he protested. "There's no greater joy in my life than you, and no cookie has a chance against you!"

I knew he was joking about myself versus the cookie, but his words hit me hard, and were lodged permanently inside. It meant so much more to me than he could imagine.

And then he smiled.

There were some things about him I just can't stand, but when he smiles… oh, that beautiful, mischievous, Cheshire-cat smile, I remember how much I love him, and my world is alright.

THE END

Did anyone miss me? Haha. Did anyone spot the quote from Ace Venture: Pet Detective? It's subtle, but if you get it right in your review (HINT HINT) you will receive a celebratory virtual cookie. I couldn't write for a while, with school and all, but I just had to get something thrown out here, and I really hoped you all enjoyed it!