A/N: This is my first time writing a Lost Boys fanfics, so bear with me. I just love the boys so much that I HAD to write this. There will be no Michael, Sam, or Lucy. There will be mentions of Star, but I don't think she deserves David, so most of it will negative – she's dead. I haven't decided if I'll include Laddie, but he's such a little cutie that I just might…
The rating is for later chapters with lemons, violence, and foul language. You have been warned…
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The boardwalk was more crowded than she thought it would be so late in the season, but she didn't mind it much. Some of her friends had dragged her to Santa Carla, Murder Capital of the World, just to hang out with the "hot dudes" that frequented the place. Her boyfriend, Brett, had tagged along to keep an eye on her, but she quickly lost him in the crowd.
Her grey eyes took in all the strange styles of the people who were on the boardwalk, feeling like an oddity among them. She was somewhat tall with an hourglass figure and long legs. Her hair was a fiery –but natural – red and trailed down to the small of her back, reminding her that she needed to get it cut sometime. She hid her prominent features under a black beater and hip-hugging jeans. Part of her knew she had failed, but she didn't mind.
The teenager stopped in front of a wall that was covered in 'Missing Person' posters and sighed. "Welcome to Santa Carla, Faith," she said, tucking her hands into her jeans' pockets. "Try to survive this one, okay? Okay."
Faith started to walk across the parking lot when she heard the roar of motorcycles approaching fast. She jumped out of the way as four bikers zoomed past her, laughing and howling into the night as they went. The one out front turned his head slightly to look back, so Faith flipped him off and merged into the crowd.
She wandered past piercing and tattoo shops, telling herself to just keep walking. Faith had had a strong aversion to needles, especially when it meant she had to be around one. The teenager breathed in the scent of stale cigarettes, alcohol, and greasy food with an undertone of the fresh sea air and forced herself to calm down.
"Hey baby!" a guy's voice drew out the last syllable.
Faith glanced to her left and saw a Surfer Nazi looking at her while his buddies egged him on. She rolled her eyes and continued to walk. The Surfer Nazi started following her, trying to get her to look at him. Finally annoyed, she stopped and turned to face him.
"What do you want?" she asked, crossing her arms.
He smiled and leaned in close like it was a secret, Faith could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Me and my boys are just looking for a bit of fun, baby," he said.
Faith smiled prettily at him. "Well, I do like fun…"
The surfer put his hands on her hips and then doubled over with a groan of pain. Faith's knee had rose sharply into his groin. With a sigh, she tangled her fingers in his greasy hair and pulled his head back so he was looking at her.
"I just don't like you," she stated, a hint of acid in her voice. "Now, leave me alone or your little friend will not be making tadpoles anymore! Understand?" She didn't wait for his reply before pushing him to the ground and walking away.
"Bitch!" he called after her.
She ignored him and slipped into the crowd. Seeing a carousel that was mostly empty, she jumped onto it and held onto an outer pole, looking out at the boardwalk. Then she felt eyes on her and met a piercing ice blue gaze, unable to look away…
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David stalked through the crowd, looking for some tender little thing to quench his thirst. There were so many to choose from, but he was picky. He heard his boys shout out to girls and taunt each other and smirked.
"Boys," he said, turning to look at them. "Let's have some fun."
Marko, the cupid faced blonde, let out a wild howl and punched Paul on the shoulder before running off with Paul in hot pursuit. Dwayne clapped a hand on David's shoulder before going off in his own direction.
A faint scent reached him as he walked amongst the crowd, intriguing him. It was a warm vanilla with a little…He felt something stir in him, awakening as if a part of him had been asleep for who-knows-how-long. A soft growl rumbled in his throat as he followed the scent to the middle of the boardwalk where all the rides were.
He stepped away from the crowd and used his impressive height to his advantage. His ice blue eyes scanned the area while he scented the air. There, he thought, his eyes landing on the carousel.
A girl around his "appeared" age was hanging off the side of the carousel, her long hair flowing behind her as the carousel rotated. Her eyes were drinking in the sights and then suddenly, she was looking at him. David felt a strange recognition and pull as he held her gaze, watching her brow furrow over grey eyes.
David took a step into the crowd, mentally calling out to his boys. It appeared that the world had just handed him the perfect meal…
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The platinum blonde biker with a spiky mullet certainly caught Faith's attention, almost as if he was a magnet designed for her. She bit her bottom lip and moved further towards the center of the carousel as it turned away from the strange man. The redhead moved over to an inner pole and leaned against it, closing her eyes for a brief moment.
Get a grip Faith! she chided herself, opening her eyes.
The biker stepped onto the carousel and looked around for a moment before spotting her. Faith held her breath as he approached her and tried to look disinterested. She drew herself to her full height which was still a few inches shorter than him and crossed her arms. A smirk formed on his lips when he stopped in front of her.
"Can I help you?" she asked, hearing other people jump on the ride.
The biker reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his hand cold even with his fingerless gloves. She shivered and stepped back, trying to put some distance back between them. Faith collided with a solid body and turned her head to see that there was a tall, dark haired teenager behind her with two more blondes standing off to the side.
"You could tell us your name," the first biker said, his voice as smooth as silk.
"How about no?"
"Aw…we've got ourselves a feisty one," the blonde with Cupid's good looks laughed.
"Little kitty want to play?" the other blonde teased.
Faith narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "Don't you guys have someone easier to mess with?"
"What's the fun in easy?" Cupid-face asked.
The redhead turned her attention back to the one who she deemed to be the leader. He was even closer now and…Was he actually smelling her? Faith slapped him across the face before pushing her way past him. She heard the other boys laughing as she merged into the crowd.
Brett, where are you?
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David touched his face where the girl had slapped him with a smirk. She was definitely a little feistier than the other girls he had feasted on before. Marko and Paul were laughing, reenacting the scene of just moments before. Dwayne had the shadow of a smile on his face as he regarded the pack leader.
"David, I think she no like-y you," Marko laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Oh, c'mon! That was totally a love tap, man!" Paul howled with a wicked smile. He saw the look in David's eyes and laughed. "Uh-oh! Looks like someone is in love!"
"Piss off!" David hissed, though there was no anger in his voice and it only served to make the boys laugh louder.
David turned and jumped off the carousel, scenting the air again. He could smell the fiery redhead's scent, leaving a nice little trail for him to follow. Snickering to each other, the boys followed him.
Without much effort, he found her again. She was leaning her hips against the railing of the pier, talking with a boy she seemed to know. His dark hair was cut in a shaggy Emo style, his jeans were much too tight for someone with so little of a package, and his shirt had some wimpy band name on it. David watched as the boy caged her body with his, placing a hand on either side of the railing and dipped his head in for a kiss.
Something snapped inside David as he watched the redhead kiss the teenager back, their kiss long and slow, obviously she was comfortable with him. He recognized it as possessiveness – the same he had once felt for Star before she killed herself – and a soft growl built up in his throat.
The boys picked up on his anger and they flanked him.
"Just tell us what to do, big guy," Paul said, flicking aside the butt of a joint.
David's eyes never turned away from the girl as she resurfaced from the kiss to breathe. A look of annoyance crossed her face and she pushed the boy away, slipping out of his grasp and walking towards the entrance. The Emo boy hurried after her and David followed after him, hearing the boy call out a simple name: "Faith" with such urgency.
Faith, David thought with a smirk. Let's see how long you last here…
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"Faith!" Brett called, finally catching up with her. "What's wrong babe?"
Faith turned to look at him and folded her arms over her chest. "You're joking, right?" He looked clueless. "I can taste her on you. Who'd you pick up this time? A bimbo from the concert?"
"Babe, you know I only want you," Brett said, brushing his knuckles against her cheek as he brushed back that stubborn strand of hair that always fell in her face. "You and you alone."
Faith wanted to believe that, but she knew better than to delude herself. After five years together with no sex, she knew his eyes would wander. She guessed she could understand, but she was getting tired of tasting another girl on his lips.
"Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer, man." Brett said, bringing her attention back to the present.
She turned her head slightly and saw the biker gang that had surrounded her on the carousel. Her eyes met the leader's gaze and she felt herself being pulled into them. He blinked and looked at Brett with little interest.
"Shouldn't little brats be safely tucked away in bed by now?" he asked with a hard edge to his silky voice. "This is the Murder Capital of the World, after all."
The boys behind him snickered and high fived. Faith rolled her eyes as Brett puffed his chest out and tried to make himself look tough.
"Get lost ass-wipe," Brett spat and turning, he grabbed hold of Faith's hand and pulled her towards the entrance. "C'mon babe."
The biker boys laughed and yelled out profanities, insults, and innuendos after the two of them. Faith looked back only once as she was pulled past the movie store and found that the one with the spiky mullet was watching her. She allowed the ghost of a smile to grace her lips and flipped him the bird. He threw his head back with a hearty laugh shared in common with his boys and Faith felt that she'd see a lot more of him and his boys…
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A/N: So…what do you think? Good, Mediocre, Bad, Horrible? I honestly want to know, so please be kind enough to leave a review with a nice comment or a flame – they (flames) help burn the bodies of the Boys' "snacks". I hope to update soon, so be patient. Thanks! ~Scarlet