"Um, I actually think I'm good. I mean, um, I'm kind of hungry. I think the brownie made me have a little cotton mouth so like, I'mma just go get some food."

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The music consumes my every thought. I swayed, the beat of the song caressing me. I could feel it in the air, or was that the echoing beats of my heart? I wasn't sure. Paul's brownie had worn off a while ago I think, but I was still relaxed enough to let loose. I closed my eyes, my hands running over my body sensually. Pour Some Sugar on Me played, my hips swishing and rocking with the beat, my head thrown back as the night air cooled me. I had no idea where I was, but at the moment it didn't matter. I didn't care, because I was here, dancing to my heart's content, for no one but myself.

My jacket was gone, but I don't remember having it when I came to the boardwalk. I don't have my bag, and my shirt was gone to. Where was it? I had no idea where the boys where, but at the moment they didn't matter. My eyes flutter, and I saw a blur of lights and bodies, and I closed them again, drowning out the ocean of bodies around me. I hummed when I felt arms wrap around me, irritation flaring in my chest as I snapped my eyes open and pull away from the person behind me. It was some guy, with blue spiked hair and an ugly goatee. I glare at him, his skin sweaty and sticky against mine.

"Come dance with me baby!"

I wrinkle my nose at him, "No, get off me."

"Come on, don't be like that!" He grabs my arm, pulling hard and dragging me to him.

I yanked my arm from his hand, his touch burned into my brain, and I could still feel him even as he let go. "Get the fuck off or I'll fucking kill you." I snarl, backing away from him as he puts his hands up, turning away to dance against another girl. I take a deep breath, soothing myself as another rock song begins to play, one I didn't recognize, and the urge to dance left me. I sobered up, pushing from the few bodies that blocked my way. I was at the end of the mass of people, in the very back. I looked around, noting I was on the beach, and there was a large fire with a loud stereo. So that's where the music was coming from. I turn to the left, feeling a pull and see the boys by a fire far off in the distance. I only knew it was them because I could see Star and Laddie sitting together.

I walk over, getting Dwayne's attention before Paul's. Paul bounds over, jumping the log that Marko and David sat against. There was a stereo playing music as well, a different song that was more rocky and older. Still, I didn't recognize it.

"There you are!" Paul says around a joint, hand grabbing mine as he leads me to the fire, where he had been dancing. "Dance with me girl." I smile, the fire warming me as I roll my hips, letting the music take me again. I was barefoot, that I could tell as I moved in the sand. I twirled in a circle, a whistle being thrown out as I felt a giggle bubble up in my chest.

"Don't tire her out too much Paul," A voice called, and I was too far off to really hear who it was. Paul pulls me closer, arm around my waist, and I laugh as I leaned back. My hips were pressed into his thigh, and I held onto his arm and shoulder to leverage.

"You dance like a goddess, Luna." The words were whispered hotly into my ear when Paul pulled me back up, his face pressed into my neck. I hummed, everything swimming in an orange glow as I pressed back against him.

"You guys have crappy music in the 80s." I said, not really paying attention to what I was actually saying. "Only like a few good hits, nothing to really dance to." I barked a laugh when he spun me around, making me face the others. It was then that I realized I was putting on a show with Paul. His body was too close, his breath suffocating me. I had a thought to stop and push him away, sit down and stop myself before I do something stupid. I wasn't here to dance with Paul, or sexually explore the night life of Vampires, but here I was. The thoughts were drowned out, the need to move engulfing me. I smiled, eyes closed as I laid my head back against Paul's chest, just as a song came on.

"Oh," I gasped, eyes flashing open. "I love this song!" The Stroke started to play, the beat beginning and I swayed and popped my hips, arms out as they floated like feathers. I sang the song in my head, head lulling to the side as Paul molded himself against me. I smiled as I saw Marko strut over, coming in front of us. I reached out, letting him take my hand and pull me from Paul. My body felt water like, as if I was a wave in the ocean, swaying back and forth in the same spot.

"Come here doll," Oh, that was new. Marko pulls me forward with a startling strength. I involuntarily release a small cry, coming face to face with him. My chest is against his, his skin cold against the warmth of mine. I stared into his eyes, his smirk more attractive with the light of the fire flickering of his face. His arms go around me, one hand low on my back, the other trailing up my bare spine to my neck. I hold onto his shoulders, his jacket rougher in some spots due to the fabric of the patches, making a nice friction against my skin. Relaxing in this position, I close my eyes, rolling my head back as I stayed with him.

I snapped my eyes open, the evening sun peeking into the cave as I sat up from the couch. I blinked, unsure of how I got here. I was cold, which was what woke me, if I am thinking correctly. How did I get here? Last thing I remember was dancing with Paul and Marko. Oh god. I put my head in my hands, embarrassed beyond belief at what I did. This isn't some stupid love story. God, I can't even with myself. Get a grip. This isn't fanfiction, this is life. Real life.

I sit up. My shirt was back on, my jacket on the couch at my feet. I slip it on, arms tingling with the chilled cave as the sun continued to descend below the horizon. I walk to my bag, grabbing my headphones, plugging them into my phone which I found was placed on the coffee table. I sit on the couch, directly in the middle with my legs up as I turned my tablet on. I turned off my Wi-Fi, knowing that the 80s didn't have it, so it was useless. I opened photoshop, before clicking on a project I had been working on for my own personal art collection. It was a portrait of Kiefer Sutherland, or I guess, David. I've already done one of Marko, but he is my favorite so of course I had to do him first. I draw, my pen smoothly gliding over the screen as I lost myself in my music.

I hummed to myself, quietly singing along with the One Direction song that was on the playlist I made for slow, soothing days.

'Don't try to make me stay, or ask if I'm okay...' I tapped my foot, nodding along with it as the boy's voice relaxed me. I had just finished painting blotches of David's skin tones in the correct places, now I was going to blend them together and smooth them out. As I started, I saw the upper half of his face was coming together. I hummed as his face was finished, his eyes bright as they looked back at me through the screen. He really was pretty. I wonder why Max chose to change him, or maybe Max wasn't his sire. There was a lot of speculation about his origins. I wonder how old he really was.

I do the minimal details of his coat, making the fabric seem real. I then move to his gloves, working a little harder to get the leather material down. I pause as I look at his picture. It was almost finished. I click the original picture I used as a reference, bringing it up beside mine. I looked at it, seeing there was a slight difference in hair, at least in the length, but other than that it looked relatively good.

I screamed as I felt heavy hands firmly grasp my shoulders. I turn to see Paul smirking down at me from behind the couch, Marko strutting past with a grin, eyebrow raised as he looked at me.

"Jesus," I say, taking my headphones off. "What the fuck Paul? You wanna put me in an early grave?"

Paul cackles, leaning over the couch as he smiles at me. "Nah, just having some fun girl."

I scoff, "Yeah, fun. Sure." I turn to my tablet, and just manage to save my work before Marko snatches it from my lap. "Hey! Be careful with that, the screen is delicate!" He ignores me, holding the black tablet up and looking it over with a surprised expression.

"This is really good, El." Paul walks over, looking at it from above Marko's shoulder.

"Damn girl, that looks just like him!"

I blush, "Really?"

"Yeah! Hey, David come look at this!" Paul bounds over, showing the tablet to David who raises an eyebrow, a slow smirk appearing on his face. One that either means he likes it, or he's going to tease me endlessly about it. I hope it's the first, because I don't know if I could take it if he teased me about my art of him or any of the boys.

"You draw?"

I nod, face warm as I shrug my shoulders. "I'm an illustrator. I've done a few comics and concept art for games. This is just for fun." David walks over, and I see Dwayne had taken a seat beside me on the couch. I take the tablet with a smile, placing the cover over it and setting it down. "What's the plan for tonight?"

"You tell us about this movie." David's answer was quick, and I paused, looking at him as if he were joking. He sits there in his chair, cocking an eyebrow, "Well?"

I hear Star's jingly skirt from behind me and shake my head. "Um, I actually think I'm good. I mean, um, I'm kind of hungry. I think the brownie made me have a little cotton mouth so like, I'mma just go get some food." I ramble, standing from the couch but Paul's arm catches me around the shoulders. I mentally curse. I didn't wanna show them because one, they all fucking die, but two, if Star sees it and sees that she and Laddie have a chance then what would she do? Would she really kill all the boys to get away? I mean she had no problem with it before, so why wouldn't she now?

"Sit down Elsie."

"What happens?" It wasn't really a question, more of a forceful demand. I glance at all the boys, and swallow around the lump in my throat. I pick up my tablet, quickly squiggling out 'Not with Star or Laddie in the room. Send them away, way away, and I'll show you.' on it. I walk it to David, giving it over and he reads it, narrowing his eyes before looking at Star, who was just coming from her little room.

"Star, take Laddie to the boardwalk. Have some fun tonight." She blinks in surprise and Laddie jumps up, following her out. I snag the tablet back and wait a minute. "They're gone."

I take a deep breath, hands on my hips as I pace the cave. "I don't wanna tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because" I cross my arms, "It's-it's sad. It's a fun movie then it's just fucking depressing! It sucks, the way it ends just sucks!"

"Why is that?" Dwayne asks, voice even and I take a deep breath. I don't think I could tell them. I nod, going over to my duffle bag and taking my laptop out. I walk over to the couch, seeing the boys pile on it. I'm left a spot in the middle, small but comfy between Marko and Dwayne. I go to my iTunes then my movies. I click on the Lost Boys. It pulls up and I pause it before it actually starts.

"I just want to say one thing." I hold up a finger, "If you break any of my shit, or kill me out of anger, I will understand but also I will haunt you for the rest of your undead life." Paul chuckles, nodding at me from Marko's other side to play it. I can feel his hand behind me and Marko, his fingers playing with my hair. I hit play, setting the laptop on the table and crossing my arms, chewing my nails as I waited for all hell to break loose.