Disclaimer: I don't own The Lost Boys, despite wishing I did. I merely own my imagination.

I recently got back into the writing muse after watching Lost Boys; and I have seen a few stories that delve into the background of our favorite vampires. I have yet to read a David and Dwayne—so I thought that I should give it a try before I start with the main story I have in mind.

I am not a perfect writer but I will try my utmost best to keep all characters and happenings as on point as possible. This is how I imagined how David became a vampire and how he had to go through the transition and what not. If I have gotten anything wrong, please do point it out.

This chapter will be somewhat short, as it is the prologue as well as a teaser. I'm busy writing the next chapter so I'll see if I can publish it by tomorrow or Tuesday.

Without further ado, here it is.

[Lost Boys Origins: David]

It had become nothing but a hindrance, this weakness pulsing through his body. It made his blood boil to know that despite all his efforts, there was nothing he could do but watch from the sidelines—the copper tang lingering in his mouth making it hard to swallow.

He could feel it creep through the crevices; the claws of darkness ripping their way through flesh and bone. Like a parasite, it could not be sated for long. This hunger he felt; it drove him till the brink of insanity but once again, his body reminded him that he was human and that fact alone made him tremble in utter shame.

"Do not fret, mademoiselle. It shall be over soon; your screams I shall save for last." He could feel his control slipping, the edges of darkness blinding him from what struck fear into his very core. It pained to breath, it ached to move and yet he continued to push himself till he could no longer focus on anything other than his bloodlust.

"Did you really think that you could get away with what you have done, David? And to think that my father valued you more than his own son. What would he think of you now, David? What shall I tell him when he finds your corpse washed ashore on the riverbanks. You got what was coming to you. I want you to watch as I take what you have taken from me."

Blood dribbled from his chin, his lips parted and his arms buckled under the sheer pressure he was forcing upon them. He drifted between conscious and unconsciousness, his eyelids drooping but fluttering open with each pained whimper, with each muffled scream—and there was nothing he could do.

"Get your fucking hands off my wife." It had taken all his energy to push himself from the ground, his gaze wavering back and forth between the darkened forms before him and it was then that his gaze finally settled upon a sight that made him suck in a breath.

He was too late. God please, anything but her.

"I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna kill all of you," his knees gave out and he collapsed to the ground, the deep sounds of mocking laughter following him into the abyss. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

He couldn't save her. He couldn't save them and that fact alone made him wonder—what was he if he could not protect his family? Pain like a hot iron searing through his flesh made him yell out, his mouth wide and his teeth bared.

"I'm coming for you." Death never seemed more sweeter as the familiar sound finally lulled him into unconsciousness. And yet as his blood mingled with hers—staining the snow beneath them in a mixture of crimson red—David knew that this was just the beginning.

"David." Her voice, oh so sweet. It pained him to know that he had broken his promise; to know that the only good thing that ever happened in his life was a breath away from the same fate as he—. "We shall see each other soon again, my love." And his last breath was a scream that would soon strike fear into those that had taken all from him.

For God have mercy on his enemies, for he would have none. And as he continued to drift through the void between life and death, his soul screaming out in agony, hatred, guilt and desperation—a darkness that had brought the Devil himself.

"Hush now, my child. It shall be over soon. I have heard your deepest wishes and I am here to grant you what your soul craves. But nothing comes without a price, David. Are you willing?"

He could taste it just as much as he could feel it thrumming beneath his skin. It pulsed through his veins and as the final breath of air slithered past his lips—he knew that he had just made a deal with the Devil himself.

Because the darkness never seemed so more invinting than it did at that moment.

Because in truth, all monsters had been men once.

Author Note: Well that was the prologue that would set everything in motion. Considering that I, in no means, know how David really acted before he became a Vampire, I thought it fitting that this was where I should start. I feel rather good about this idea so if you have any questions, please feel free to ask.

And all criticism is welcomed. Can't wait to hear what you all think. But did David make the right decision, find out on the next chapter.

Love Jesse.