Disclaimer: Chapter two! I don't own anything mentioned in this fic except for Rebekah and perhaps a few other character I may create – and the plot, of course. Read, Review, and Spread the word.

LB

The five of them stood in the heavy rain, waiting for the next red line to pull into the station going west. Watching each other. That's all they were doing. In the dark, in the wet, and in the wind.

Watching.

With a clever smirk, Bekah pulled out her pack of trusty Marlboros and lit up again, eying each man with interest. Her white business-like top was completely soaked and see-through, revealing a crème colored bra with black pin stripes. Marko caught sight of it, and smiled roguishly, only to snap out of his trance at the sound of four different laughs. Three were definitely David, Paul and Dwayne; but the fourth was feminine. Their female companion was laughing smoothly, the cigarette held delicately near her lips.

"Did you know that you have dimples, Mr. Marko?" she asked casually, and leaned back against the ticket dispenser. Paul and Dwayne laughed mockingly, enjoying the fidgeting movement classified as 'Marko's Blush Dance'.

"No, I didn't." He muttered out, but refused to break eye contact with her.

"Or maybe they only appear when you're being pervish?" she offered while taking in a relaxing drag of her nicotine. Paul and Dwayne sputtered out another laugh, while David smirked in his knowing way. He could sense it, sexual pheromones the pair exuded from their pores. They reeked of it.

"What do you mean?" Marko asked her, his charming smile returning to his lips as the max approached the station, bringing with it another cold blast. She countered his smile with a smirk, and turned to board the train, grabbing a pole and twirling around it as if she were a professional. With a wicked grin, she motioned for them to follow her.

"Don't think I haven't noticed you eying my chest since my bra made an appearance. Now, are you four going to accompany me to Voodoo; or are you going to leave this woman alone at the mercy of Portland After Dark?" The four took a quick size up of the area, before climbing onto the train in order of rank – with Dwayne bringing up the rear. Bekah smirked in triumph, and resumed her content observing of the four before her.

The entire ride was silent, as no one else was on the max, and the boys couldn't understand why they were going with this woman. What drew them to her? Why was she so special? The only person they could understand following her was Marko; although he couldn't understand it himself.

Bekah removed her gaze from the men across from her, to look out at the river she knew they were crossing – even though it was too dark to see it clearly. She smirked, listening to the sound of the light rail on the tracks, and in a strange way, the confusion of the boys.

"Skidmore Fountain. Doors to my right." The appealing, yet automated female voice interrupted the silence in the cab, and the max slowed to a stop. The doors opened, and Bekah used the pole she was leaning on to propel herself towards the exposed entry.

The rain was still coming down with a vengeance, and whatever dry patches were created in the near ten minute ride instantly vanished. She watched with a smirk as Marko and David followed her as if there was no rain, while Paul and Dwayne seemed less than egger to get wet again.

They waited for the max to clear out before their young guide led them towards a small side street. The walked for maybe three minutes, fighting against the rain, when Bekah b-lined for a small door past the Anime Hentai movie theatre.

"Hey, can we go in there?" Paul asked as he pointed towards the billing. Bekah laughed, but pointed to the small hole in the wall.

"Paul, that's a superficial completion. Everyone knows the magic is in the hole." It was never certain what surprised the Lost Boys more, that she spoke such sexual words so casually – or that she had known Paul's name. How did she know, and more importantly, what else did she know?

"You guys coming in or what?" She called from inside the shop, and cautiously the boys joined her. They found her at the counter, talking with a man in a baker's uniform.

"Yep, my usual please." She informed, and he went behind the counter to search out a certain pink box.

"Hey guys, what doughnut do ya want?" She asked while motioning towards the menu over the counter. Dwayne smirked, barely scanning it before finding what he wanted.

"The Memphis Mafia sounds good." She eyed him curiously, before nodding her approval.

"Alright, nice choice." The man had returned with a pretty little box, and, seeing that there were now four more people with Bekah, pulled out a note pad to write everything down.

"Memphis Mafia." The only dark haired Lost Boy reiterated, and the man chuckled at an inside joke.

"Umm, does the Triple Chocolate Penetration come with a dark skinned hooker?" Paul asked, and everyone turned to face him slowly.

"No." The man behind the counter said lowly, before smiling again, understanding that it was a joke.

"Well, in that case I'll have a Butter Fingering." Marko and Dwayne rolled their eyes, before David made his choice.

"The Voodoo Doughnut." Bekah glanced at him, wondering if there could be a hidden meaning to his choice.

"Alright, that's always a tasty one. How about you, Marko?" She asked while facing the second in command.

How about you; are you on the menu? He thought, then blinked it away. Where had that come from? After a quick one-over of the menu, he smiled and addressed the Doughnut Dude.

"No Name looks pretty delicious." Once again, Bekah nodded her approval, and the guy went to fetch the pastries.

Bekah had insisted on springing for their eats, saying that she was treating them to the true Portland experience. The four men had already eaten their doughnuts by the time they had reached the max station and began their journey back east towards the Lloyd Center. It was only in the dim light that Marko noticed the pink box in her hand, and that she hadn't eaten anything.

"What's in the box?" He asked, and Paul and Dwayne were instantly curious. David, meanwhile, simply watched the exchange from the upper seating area.

"My doughnut." She stated, and, without bidding, opened her box to reveal the greatest pastry ever created.

No mistaking, it was in the shape of a penis with testicles; tan dough glazed with chocolate. Across the top written in white frosting was the word 'Nifty'. She smirked at the shocked expressions.

"It's triple cream filled, if you're wondering." If Marko could have blushed, he would have.

"What's it called?" Paul marveled, and was fighting back the urge to touch it.

"Cock-n-Balls. Fitting huh? But really, we should stop marveling at my penis and focus on business." With that, she snapped shut the lid to her male genitalia pastry and looked from face to face, then laughed.

For their part, the Lost Boys were confused beyond belief. What business could she possibly be talking about? Was she a hooker?

Paul smiled at the thought of this beautiful woman being a hooker. He hadn't gotten laid in so long . . .

"Really though, I don't know what he was thinking. I could probably take you all on, no doubt about that. Now if you were all together, I may not win, but one at a time . . ." Double meaning of her words had caught the boys in a classic sexual connotation trap. Only David caught on to what she was saying, even though the rest of his boys were lost in the thought of Bekah wrapped around them in the most unusual ways.

"Listen lady, you wouldn't want to underestimate us. If you're lookin for a fight, I would seriously reconsider." He stood and towered over her to make his threat more imposing, but she simply smirked and closed her eyes.

"Calm down, David. I have no intention what so ever of getting into a trial of testosterone with you. But really, you should be a bit nicer to me. Knowing what I can do to you." The others had wanted to believe that her statement was a playful flirt, but her tone said otherwise; which is why they had leapt to their feet in defense of their leader. Seeing this, Bekah smirked, and even let out a small laugh.

They took her laughter as a threat to their defenses, and quickly allowed the change to flow through their veins. Within mere moments, their canines had grown to impossible human lengths, and their faces morphed into something more sinister. They growled at her, expecting a scream of some sort. They were not, however, expecting a knowing sigh.

"You are fiercely loyal to one another – how I envy that."

Somehow, that killed their thunder. Marko slowly moved forward, and voiced the question they were all thinking.

"You aren't scared?" she smiled and shook her head.

"No; you couldn't defeat me even if you wanted to." At their silence, she looked at each face with wide and suspicious eyes.

"You mean, he didn't tell you? You still haven't figured it out?" At her questions, it suddenly dawned on David just who this woman is.

"It's you." he muttered as she nodded, watching the four men return to their previous, handsome and young faces.

"Yes, I'm the informant you were sent to meet."

LB