The Lost Boys Revamped

Ok, here’s chapter 2. I have been working on this story for weeks, writing the plotline out with pen and paper. I now have the plot finished and this is the results of fleshing things out. I have had outstanding reviews and raves about this story on aff and ff.net, asking me to continue. I was rather shocked that I had gotten such a response but also very happy. This chapter is dedicated to my reviewers, Parvati Patil, Sandra Smit19 and Hysteria. If it wasn’t for people like you I wouldn’t want to finish this. As always I own nothing but Tempest, the Boys and other recognizable characters belong to Schumacher and WB. There will be some recognizable lines and scenes in this, but for the most part I have changed the rest of this. I was very disappointed that the boys died and I plan to rectify that in this fic. I hope everyone enjoys this little chapter and please, please, please review and let me know how you like it or if you have any ideas for this to make this story better.

Chapter 3
With a yawn and stretch the once still figure of Tempest awakened, a squeak emerging from her throat when she felt the very male body lying next to her. Looking over she sighed in relief when she saw it was David and not some stranger, though in reality David was just that. Though she had just met the boys two nights ago something about them called to something buried within her, an inner untamed wildness that was awaking with a loud roar the longer she was around them.
Smiling Tempest looked around the room she was in, noting the burned down candles and sumptuous bed linens. The room was grandiose, obviously a master suite reserved for the richest of the rich with its’ mahogany furniture and giant four poster bed. The bed itself was covered in rich navy blue sheets and a black satin and velvet comforter. The pale body of David looked even paler against the dark linens.
Turning onto her side Tempest observed her sleeping companion. Dressed in only his black jeans he made her feel breathless. His hard chest and stomach made her heart skip a beat and her breathing come in soft pants. He was a beautiful specimen, all muscle without a hint of fat anywhere. Finding herself with the irrepressible thought of what he looked like without the jeans she felt her face heating up and knew her face was as red as a cherry tomato.
For an uncertain amount of time she watched her sleeping companion until he started stirring. At first it was soft grunts and a slight twitching of muscles. Soon that escalated into a restless stirring of limbs and fluttering of eyelids. Within seconds those beautiful ice blue eyes opened and turned towards her.
When those blue eyes lit on the figure next to him a small smile crossed his face. Noticing her position and where her eyes rested the smile widened into a self satisfied smirk. Lifting his right hand he placed it onto the back of her neck, drawing her near and kissing her lush lips. A sigh filtered from her mouth to his and she moved closer, opening her lips and allowing his skilled tongue entrance.
Minutes passed, pleasurable minutes that seemed to last forever as their tongues battled and hands smoothed over uncovered skin. Pulling his mouth from Tempest’s he pressed kisses onto the soft skin of her cheek, nibbling on her ear and finally reaching her neck. With a growl he attacked it with his human teeth and the suction of his mouth, leaving a dark bruise that marked her as his. Moving his mouth back up he captured her lips once more as his hand moved over her soft curves, palming the delicious weight of her full breasts. Just as he was about to slide his hand downward he heard movement in the back of the caves signaling the boys had awoken. With a sigh he pressed soft kisses onto his childe’s lips before pulling away.
“The boys are awake, Tempest. Let’s get dressed and get ready to go out.”
With a moan and a nod she acquiesced, rolling out of bed and, having located her clothes, getting dressed quickly. David slid his shirt on over his head and shrugged into his trademark trench coat, watching as the lovely redhead dressed. When she was done he grabbed her hand, pulling her close to his side and opened the door, walking down the corridor towards the front of the cave.
They reached the ‘lobby’ of the cave quickly, finding the boys sprawled out and listening to Guns ‘N’ Roses while waiting for their comrade and newest member. Feeling the two approaching the boys looked up, grinning wickedly when they saw David and Tempest so close together. The boys felt no jealousy over the closeness of the two, instead feeling an odd sort of contentment and knew David would be more than willing to let her spend time with the rest of the gang.
David led his charge over to the fountain beside the sprawled figure of Paul, who wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her down beside him. David smirked and walked towards his seat, dropping down into it and observing his pack. He felt the sense of contentment and happiness coming from his boys and was glad of it; none of them had ever been really happy in the true sense of the word, but with their newest addition he had the feeling that was all gonna change drastically.
The seductive call of the night was a heavy pull, calling the boys out to answer. Paul and Marko, who had joined the two, grabbed Tempest’s hands and pulled her up as David stood. Dwayne stood up fluidly, following the little troupe out into the night that was heavy with the scent of the ocean.
David motioned at her to get on behind him, sliding forward in the seat to accommodate her. She climbed on, her arms winding tightly around his waist and her chin resting lightly on his shoulder. It was vaguely uncomfortable but well worth it as his scent of leather, cigarettes and him invaded her lungs. Every person has a scent unique to only that person, and his reminded her vaguely of a mixture of sandalwood and something earthy and primal.
The sounds of motorcycles rent the silence of the night, the boys shouting their excitement to the winds as they rode for all they were worth. Scenery passed by in a blink, sand and grit kicked up behind the tires as they rode ever onward. The bright lights of the boardwalk could be seen in the distance, appearing closer the farther they rode. Within minutes they arrived, shutting their bikes down and dismounting.
David helped their new girl off his bike, sliding his arm around her waist. Dwayne came up to her side, grabbing her warm hand in his grip and squeezing lightly. Paul and Marko walked beside them as always, grinning maniacally as the group traversed the brightly lit sidewalk. They led her to an overlook that showed the beach in its moonlit glory, standing still and drinking in the sight.
Suddenly a figure barreled into David, knocking him away from Tempest. Paul grabbed Tempest, pulling her quickly back towards him and sheltering her with his body as the angry figure of Michael tried to assault their leader.
“Where’s Star, David?”
David smirked evilly, white teeth gleaming in the lights from the boardwalk, ice blue eyes glinting maliciously. He didn’t take kindly to people trying to manhandle him, even less so when it was one of his own blood. He was thankful, however, for Paul’s quick thinking in getting Tempest away and out of Michael’s sight. Paul had their girl behind him, Marko by his side to help protect her.
“If you ever want to see Star again, Michael, come with us.”
Michael nodded angrily and David motioned to Marko. Marko walked forward, listening as his leader whispered to keep Tempest with him and to protect her. Using their blood link Marko vowed to their leader to protect the girl with his life. Satisfied, David nodded and the other three boys led Michael to the bikes and took off, moving quickly out of sight.
Marko walked back to the redheaded half vampire, pulling her to him and holding her. He smoothed her hair back and ran his fingers through the bright red mass.
“David wants us to stay here. They’ll be back soon, they just want to show Michael something. Let’s go walk around, find us somewhere to sit while we wait, ok Tempest?”
“Sure, Marko. Maybe we could get a little closer to the concert, listen to it while we wait.”
With a nod and small smile, Marko pulled back, leaving only his arm wrapped around her shoulders and leading her towards the music. A few minutes later they found an empty bench not far from the concert and Marko sat, pulling Tempest down onto his lap. There they sat, not talking, just enjoying the music and each others’ company.
Time passed slowly, and Tempest curled up closer to Marko’s chest, her head on his shoulder. She started to feel out of it, sharp pains in her stomach and her breathing hitching. Her vision blurred, her head felt like a jackhammer was going off in it and her lungs ached as if she had run for miles without stopping.
Marko, sensing something was wrong, held her tighter, rubbing soothing circles upon her back. Not knowing what else to do, he screamed through his blood bond to David, letting him know something was wrong with their girl. David sent back they would be heading back, a sense of worry pervading their link.
Time passed, the pain getting stronger by the second as they waited for the return of the gang. Marko started to go into a panic, never having seen anything like this before. He knew it had to have something to do with the blood she had ingested but he couldn’t figure out what. He had been David’s first childe and it didn’t happen to him, neither did it to Paul or Dwayne.
Finally the sound of the boys’ approaching motorcycles reached his ears and he stood up quickly, cradling the limp and shivering form of Tempest in his arms as he walked towards the bikes. Dwayne was the first to notice him and his eyes widened, elbowing David and Paul they too looked up, alarm shining in their eyes.
Marko walked up to them, David coming to him and taking his childe into his arms. Striding over to his bike he placed her onto the front, sliding in behind her and starting it. The others followed suit, the four driving quickly towards their home. Upon reaching the cliff, David shut off his bike, climbing off and swinging Tempest up and laying her on the ground, kneeling beside her.
“Shit, she’s already turning. Her body’s crying out for blood. I’m going to take her into the cave; I’m going to have to feed her. We don’t have time to hunt for her, sire’s blood will calm her body down but she’ll turn fully this way.”
The boys exchanged a look; they had hoped to have more time to lead her into this way of life. Now, as it were, they would have to make quick with the explanations and hope she didn’t freak.
David swept her up in his arms, flying down to the cave and striding in, trench coat flapping around his legs like a wild thing. Laying Tempest down on the couch he sat down beside her, caressing her cheek.
“Tempest. Tempest, I need you to listen to me. I have to tell you this, and quickly. You’re turning; becoming one of us. We’re vampires, luv, and your body is turning. I can’t change it, but I can take the pain away from the conversion. I need to feed you, my blood will ease the pain but you will sleep through the day and when you awake…you’ll be one of us.”
Tempest looked at him, reading the sincerity in his eyes and hearing the concern fairly dripping from his voice. With a nod born from desperation and a wish to escape from the pain, she acquiesced. David’s face shifted, fangs sharp as needles peeking from behind his lips, and he bit into his wrist. Lowering it to her mouth he let the blood drip. Feeling the salty, metallic taste of the blood dripping onto her tongue awoke a hunger, causing her eyes to shift into a warm amber color, her canines to grow into small but lethal fangs. Closing her mouth around the proffered wrist she suckled, her eyes sliding shut as the pain slowly receded.
David watched through languorous eyes as his childe had her first feed, dimly noting the boys coming into the cave and coming to stand around them. Slowly the ecstasy of his childe’s feeding overwhelmed him, head tipping back and ice blue eyes closing. It was Dwayne who brought him back to the present, grabbing his shoulder and shaking lightly. With a sigh David took his wrist from his girl, licking the wound closed as the girl watched through brilliant emerald eyes, her visage having returned to normal.
Tempest reached up, brushing her fingertips over her sire’s cheekbone. David reached up, grabbing her hand lightly and pulling, helping her sit up. Gathering her into his embrace, he sighed, thankful that she hadn’t yet gotten angry and pushed him away. He felt the blood bond, stronger than with the others, humming and burning with the closeness of his new childe.
Paul sat down behind Tempest, rubbing her back and shoulders. The other two knelt down before her, watching her with anxious eyes. Tempest smiled at them, happy to see they were worried and that this hadn’t been a malicious act on their part. She felt David, a song in her blood, feelings of nervousness and a sense of happiness at her seeming acceptance of himself and his boys. Pulling back she smiled at him, leaning forward and brushing her lips gently over his.
Tempest had always had the dark wish that vampires would be real, that maybe she could become one and get her revenge on her father that way. Always she had dismissed it as a flight of fancy, nothing more than a myth and therefore not worth wasting her time on. She was disappointed that David had not asked her about becoming what he was, and yet she understood that he couldn’t come out and ask for fear of her going berserk, perhaps trying to kill them at their most vulnerable.
“Don’t worry, David, I don’t hate you. I don’t hate any of you. I understand why you didn’t tell me what you were, what you wanted me to become. I just want to ask one question; Why?”
“Something about you called to us. We wanted you as ours, we made you ours. Blood calls to blood, Tempest, and yours called to us. We knew you wouldn’t mind becoming one of us. That’s as simple an answer as I can give you, that you seemed destined to be pack, to be our girl.”
Tempest kissed him again before leaning back against Paul, who wrapped his arms around her waist and cuddled her to his chest. With a sigh David stood up, releasing his worries about Tempest into the still air of the cave.
“Paul I think you should take Tempest back to my room to let her sleep. Stay with her, the boys and I need to go out for a while. We’ll be back before sunrise.” That said, David leaned down, placing a soft kiss on Tempest’s forehead and started towards the cave entrance. Marko and Dwayne each kissed her hand before following their leader.
Paul released her, standing up before taking her hand gently and pulling her up with him. He led the way to David’s room, cradling the girl’s hand in his, and pushed the door open. He led her to the bed, divested her of her pants and pushed her down onto the soft comfort of the mattress. After she had gotten situated he followed her down, lying on his back and pulling her to lie against him.
Nuzzling his face into her rich wine red mass of soft hair he let out a contented sigh. The soft, flowery fragrance of her shampoo invaded his nostrils. His hands rubbed her back, shoulders and neck and soon her breathing evened out, gentle breaths that signaled her journey into sleep.
The time passed quickly, Paul running his hands over her gentle curves and through her hair, pressing kisses onto the crown of her head. The reality of her presence, her easy acceptance of the boys endeared her to him more. His reflections stopped, however, when he ran his hand underneath her top and felt ridges of old scars lining her back.
Pushing her gently onto her stomach, he leaned over, pushing her top up and viewed the scars. Long, pale lines criss-crossed her back, clearly they had been horrific when they had been inflicted but had healed over and faded slightly with time. Growling, his eyes turning amber, he looked over her body, finding more scars. She had obviously been abused as a child, which explained her statement the other night. The scars were along her upper and middle back and buttocks and down her legs.
Turning onto his side he did the same with her, pulling her tight to his chest. His anger was obvious, singing through the blood link of the pack, who had almost reached home. Another ten minutes and he heard the strides of his pack brothers entering the cave. Footsteps traversed through the corridors, coming closer to the room Paul and Tempest were in. The doorknob turned, the door creaked open and framed in the doorway were the boys.
David walked in, sitting beside Tempest. It took him a moment but he noticed the raised shirt, the patterns of scars along the soft, creamy skin. How he had missed it the night before he did not know. Obviously he had been too preoccupied to notice, but now he did and understood well Paul’s anger. Tracing his fingers over the lines he swallowed a growl, Paul was doing enough of that for both of them.
“Paul, calm down. You don’t want to wake her. You stay with her for a bit longer, I’m going to go into the lobby and explain things to Marko and Dwayne. I’ll be right back, ok?”
Paul nodded, understanding David’s need to explain to the other pack mates why they felt so much anger from the two.
David stood up, walked towards the door and out, the two other Lost Boys following him. It wasn’t five minutes later when the rage from the other two boys assaulted them. Obviously David sent them off to sleep for he came striding back in the room not a few minutes later, looking angry.
Paul was about to get up and leave towards the sleeping room but David motioned him back down, speaking through their link and telling him to stay. Shedding his coat, David sat down on Tempest’s other side, swinging his legs up and reclining beside her. Thoughts whirled around in the two boys’ heads, questions forming to ask their girl when next she woke.
The coming dawn slowed their thought processes, their bodies. Slowly, fighting the call of sleep, they fell into unconsciousness. Instead of their usual dreamless day-sleep, however, they were plagued by memories obviously not their own. Images flew past in a whirlwind, a crying girl with hair of red wine and eyes like emeralds cowering in a corner, dark headed man waving a belt at her; said man holding the screaming little girl down, tears cascading down her face as he forced her; an older vision of the girl being beaten badly, found out by her best friend the next day at school; a twisting, mad dash as they saw the court proceedings, the man vowing revenge and later seeing the girl in a car with the Emersons, heading towards Santa Carla. Next they saw themselves, dark and mysterious, and felt the emotions from the girl they now claimed as their own throughout the last days; her happiness and sense of belonging, of rightness. The four vampires slept the day away, sharing the same dreams with their girl, feeling what the other felt. Before they knew it, nighttime was upon them and they were awakened.
David awoke first, watching with dark eyes as Paul awoke and Tempest started to stir. The change in her was noticeable, the blood running through her veins having converted her while she slept. Fully vampire, fully theirs, she was a resplendent creature. When her beautiful eyes opened they held a hint of terror and despair, obviously believing that the boys would reject her due to her past. It did quite the opposite, in fact, making them extremely protective of her, all four of the boys sharing the same resolve to keep her safe and later to pay the man that was her father back in spades.
David cupped her chin in his hand, tipping her eyes up until they met his, hers holding a sheen to them, a glossiness that hinted of tears to come. He leaned over, pressing his lips to hers ever so softly, like the brush of a butterfly’s wing. A hint of relief shone in the gleaming emerald eyes, tears spilling over and running down her soft cheeks. Paul cradled her to him, David kissing her tears away and soothing her through their ties together as sire and childe.
The two remaining boys walked in silently, standing beside the bed and watching the silently crying Tempest with sad eyes. Feeling their scrutiny Tempest turned towards them, holding a hand out. Paul sat up and the two sat down, Dwayne caressing her shoulders and Marko holding her hand, rubbing his thumb gently over the top of it. The group stayed that way, comforting their lovely girl, until the emotional storm passed, leaving her trembling slightly and clutching at Marko’s hand.
“Tempest, you need to feed. If you don’t, you’ll get weak but also you run the risk of losing control. We need to get ready, get you fed and we need to go get some of your shit to bring back with us. You need clean clothes; we can’t have you staying in the same clothes all the time.”
Smiling at David gratefully, knowing he was only doing this to get her mind off of things, she nodded. The boys smiled back at her, Marko, Paul and Dwayne kissing her before walking out the door so she could get ready. When David started to get up, she held onto his hand.
“No, please, stay with me, David.”
Cupping her face in his hands, he nodded before pulling her to him and kissing her sweetly. He pulled her unresisting body to him, rocking her slowly before releasing her to get ready; watching her slip her pants on before he got up, walking over to her and wrapping her in his trench coat. Her hand slipped into his and they walked out and towards the lobby.
The other boys stood up, coming over to hug her gently. Marko took her other hand and he and David led her out, helping her up to the bikes. Giving her a nod at her inquiry through their bond, she slipped over to Dwayne, who moved to accommodate her as she slipped on the bike behind him. He placed a hand on hers briefly before starting his bike, enjoying her cuddling up to his back.
The boys drove out to where they sensed the Surf Nazi’s were, approaching silently after shutting off their bikes. Tempest was nervous and David, sensing it, sent waves of warmth and reassurance through their link, mentally cuddling her to him.
The boys descended on the unsuspecting surfers, their screams tearing through the night. Tempest watched through amber eyes, hunger rising within her. After finishing off his victim, David caught another in a choke hold, calling his childe to him through their blood; watching with hooded eyes as she approached silent and catlike, eyes of amber and small, sharp fangs shining in the firelight.
Tempest, obeying the instructions sent to her from her sire, struck quickly, her fangs unerringly finding the pulsing jugular and piercing it, hot blood spurting into her mouth and sliding down her throat. The boys, having dispatched the group, watched proudly as their newest pack member, their girl, fed on human blood for the first time, killing the boy quickly. Pulling back, a line of blood dripping from her lip and sliding down her chin, she eyed her sire who’s eyes shone brightly at her, lust and pride warring in the feral gaze.
Throwing the body into the fire, David grabbed his childe to him, kissing her lustfully as the boys cheered around them. Pulling back he passed her to Dwayne, who kissed her passionately, then to Paul and lastly to Marko. After the kissing and cheering stopped Tempest was led back to the bikes, climbing behind her sire, needing the closeness to him, and they rode off towards grandpa’s house.
When they arrived the house was dark, everyone clearly gone from it. They snuck in and up to Tempest’s room and she grabbed her duffel and grabbed her best clothes and lingerie, stuffing them in haphazardly. The boys weren’t helping, kissing along her neck and shoulders, running their hands over her body. Finally she was done, the bag was zipped and Dwayne grabbed it and they were gone, out the window and riding down the lane towards their cave.

*I thought I would end this chapter here. The next one will be more explicit. I need your opinions though; I have the plotline written but I left one thing out of it. I need to know what you, dear readers, want for Michael, Star, Lucy and Sam. Do you want Michael and Star to turn? If they do, do they stay with the boys in the cave, or do they move on? Do you want Sam to be turned? Lucy and Max to get together, Lucy becoming Max’s bride for eternity? Let me know, please review and tell me what you think. Your input means a lot to me. Thank you everyone. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Until next time, dear readers.