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Lost and Found	By : kmcracerx Category: G through L > Lost Boys Views: 5102 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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**Note:� Yeah, so
this one�s a little shorter, but I thought this scene needed it�s own
chapter.� Enjoy.**

For Cora

Cora sat on the railing with Dwayne leaning over it next to
her, staring at the fire in the barrel.�

You okay, babe?�
Cora ran a hand through his dark hair, concern showing on her face.

Yeah, just thinkin� about tonight.� Dwayne stood straight and moved between
Cora�s legs, wrapping his arms around her.�
Ever since Marko heard about the surf-nazi party later, all of them had
been on edge.� Tonight was the
night.� Michael was in for one hell of a
wake-up call.� And speak of the
devil, here he comes.

�Where is she?�

�Take it easy, Michael.�

�Where�s Star, David?��
We had to put her down.� Sad
really.� Really, she and Laddie were
just back at the cave, sleeping for a while.�
Star started tweaking after she overheard them talking about the party,
and Michael�s �involvement� in said party.�
So, they had to put a sleeping compulsion on them.� Had to, really.� No one took any enjoyment from shutting her up.� Nope.

�If you ever want to see Star again, you better come with us
now.�� David wrapped a not-too-friendly
arm around Michael�s shoulders, ushering him to the motorcycles.

**********

They parked the five bikes at the bottom of a hill.� There was a wide, flat tree at the top.� A glow came from the other side of the hill,
along with music and voices.� The Boys
and Cora climbed the hill, and jumped up into the low-lying branches of the
tree.� David took the point
position.� Dwayne was just above him,
crouching between Cora�s legs as she straddled the branch, letting her legs
swing below.� Paul was to her right, and
Marko beneath him.�

�Michael, over here.�
You don�t want to miss this.��
David urged him to join them.

Once Michael had lumbered up into the tree, he looked down
over the other side of the hill.� There
were about ten guys, all dressed in dirty, torn jeans and ratty t-shirts,
shouting and jumping around.� They
dumped about as much beer on themselves as they got in their mouths.� What a waste!!�

The Boys were twitching, salivating and licking their
lips.� Energy and excitement could be
felt around them like static electricity; shifting their weight from one foot
to the other.� Dwayne�s hand came to
rest on Cora�s thigh.� His thumb rubbing
idly as David put the call out.

�Initiation�s over, Michael.� Time to join the club.��
The energy in the air shifted as the Boys �vamped out�.� David turned his head and hissed at
Michael.� The Boys and Cora thought it
was funny.� Apparently, Michael
didn�t.� Before he could scream like a
little girl, the Boys took to the air.�
Cora pulled up her legs and got to her feet, crouching like Dwayne had
just been.� She wanted a good view of
this.

Like Hellfire and Brimstone, the Boys dropped out of the
sky, spreading death.� Each of them
grabbed one of the nazis and ripped into them.�
Screams of panic and pain rang through the night.� Blood was everywhere, dripping, spraying,
gushing all over the ground, the Boys, and the nazis.� Having ripped their first victims to shreds, the Boys grabbed new
ones, cutting off their screams as their throats were ripped out.� David got creative when he bit into one
guy�s head, effectively scalping him.� Nice
spray action from that one.�

Then she saw him.�
Whitey.� The one from the
restroom.� Dwayne picked up on her
thought, and turned.� She stood up in
the tree, completely forgetting about the human below her.� She watched, transfixed, as Dwayne meted out
justice.� A retribution, paid for in
blood and gore.� He bit under Whitey�s
chin, clamping his ice-pick fangs around his windpipe.� He let the guy squirm for a minute, as he
forced Whitey�s mind and eyes to the tree.�
Cora�s Bands throbbed with Dwayne�s satisfaction.� Whitey recognized her instantly, and started
fighting back in earnest.

�That�s right fucker.�
Squirm.� Thrash around so you rip
out your own throat.�� She hadn�t
realized she�s spoken out loud until Michael made a noise.� Something between a squeak and a gasp.� Apparently, he�d forgotten about her,
too.� He looked up at her, eyes swirling
with red and yellow.� She smiled at
him.�

�See, Michael.� This
isn�t really about you, or Star.� Never
was.� Never will be.� See them?��
She nodded toward the Boys� carnage.�
�This is about me.� They�re doing
this for me.�� Dismissing him, she
turned her head back to Dwayne.� He was
the only one left, the only one with a live victim.� He locked eyes with her, held them.� He lifted his head, putting that much more pressure on Whitey�s
windpipe.� Planting his hands on the
human�s chest, he shoved him back hard, separating Whitey from his
throat.�

�Oooohhh!� That had
to hurt!�� Michael didn�t think that was
funny, either.� But, it pushed him over
the edge.� He was fighting a losing
battle, and he knew it.� Stupid shit
fell out of the goddamned tree.� Cora
just rolled her eyes.

The Boys came back to the top of the hill, gloriously
covered in blood and gore.

�God!� They can be so
melodramatic at times.�� Michael almost
pissed his pants as he looked to see Cora crouching next to his head.� He didn�t ever hear her move, let alone land
in a crouch less than a foot from his head.�
She looked down to him, smirking, showing a bit of fang and eyes glowing
blue, and then over to the Boys.� Her
Boys.� Her mate.� All four of them looked to her, noting her
blue eyes, but saying nothing.

Cora stood and walked up the embankment, running her
fingertips through the blood, smearing it over the Boys� chests and shirts as
she passed.� Marko, then Paul, and then
David. �Their heads followed her.� When she got to Dwayne, her beautiful
Dwayne, she licked and sucked her fingers, tasting the mixed blood of the dead
humans.� She looked at him, studied him,
took in the sight of her mate covered in the blood of her enemy.� That�s so medieval.� To be so pleased by it.� And she was pleased.� He stood with legs splayed, nostrils
flaring, eyes blazing.� He presented
himself to her.� She circled him,
looking him up and down.� He got hard,
rock hard under her inspection.

�Now you know what we are.�
Now you know what you are.�� Cora
stopped in front of Dwayne.� She knelt,
grabbing his hips and pulling them to her mouth as David spoke to Michael.

�You�ll never grow old, Michael.�� Cora rubbed her cheek over his arousal and ran her tongue from
his waistband, up over the ridges of his abdomen, the middle of his chest, and
under his chin, tasting what he had done in her name.�

�But you must feed!��
The Boys laughed and mocked Michael, but Cora and Dwayne didn�t hear
them.� She nipped his chin, bringing her
mouth back to his neck.� She licked the
blood splattered there, cleaning the Band on his neck, placing kisses and nips
along the way.� His eyes flared, flashed
blue, and he looked down at her, lids partially closed.� His arms came around her as she jumped up,
wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.� He growled as she rubbed herself over him,
over the hard ridge of his throbbing erection.�
Her tongue snaked out to lick the blood from his lips, sucking them,
drawing them between her sharp fangs.� Stepping
back, he took them down the hill, where he promptly pinned her to a tree.

David, Marko and Paul walked down to the bikes, laughing
like there had been no blood bath, shaking their heads at their pack
mates.� Pack mates!� Oh, I kill me.� Paul.� Ever the flirt�
and jokester.�

Michael was horrified.�
And rightly so.� They just
massacred ten guys!� Slaughtered
them!� How can they act like nothing
happened?� I think I�m going to be sick�But he wasn�t.� He was too busy watching the two mated
vampires get it on in the blood soaked sand.�

�Fucking pervert!��
David grabbed Michael by the scruff of the neck and hauled him to his
bike.� The three of them laughed as they
watched Michael speed away.� Brave
Sir Michael ran away.� Bravely ran away,
away�Damn, I need some coconuts.

****So, can you tell how I feel about Star and Michael?� Am I being too subtle?� Let me know what you guys think.� Am I being too hard on them, or not hard
enough?

As always, my muse needs to be fed.� And her favorite food is reviews.� So, keep her going, and review, please.�

Thanks Hollywood and Wicked.� You�re my loyal fan club.�
I love you guys to bits.

And this is for all the fans like me, who watch the movie,
over and over, hoping it�ll end differently (and hoping for some more scenes
with Dwayne, shirtless, and� yeah�).
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