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The many different shades of grey...

Disclaimer , I do not own anything!
Summary, Sometimes it is better to be careful what you do, David and the boys get
a dark lecture about the many different shades of the shadows they live in and
to not act without to think, from the most unlikely person.
Pairings, I do not tell^^ find out on your own. But its main pairing is
male/female.
Warnings, As usual,
keep in mind that this is the non Beta version and has no Beta reader until
yet, and also that my native language is German.
Rating, NY17, for
violence and some other scenes I will point out in the chapters beginning
later.
All other, have just fun to
read the story and I hope you like it ^_^

Suryallee

And it begins�

�Not Again, Fuuuck!!! �

Paul eyed unbelievingly his beloved bike in utter
horror.
It was allover painted in an alien color�this time it
was, Pink?!?
Heavy curses and sounds of utter terror of what
happened to his poor bike left his mouth, all the time he gripped his long mane
in terror meanwhile he tried not to come to near to his bike and get that
dammed color on his pants. Well knowing out of former experiences with the
paint substance that it was waterproof!

Beside him David cursed even more violent as his
pack-brother before him. His bike actually was held into a lovely shade of
poison-green with lovingly highlights in orange red�he also staid wisely away
from the mess until it was dry enough to get it off.

Next to him Marco gaped at his formerly well known
bike that now brightly shined into a deeply red with turquoise stripes all over
the lack. Even the fur tails had turned the color this time!

Dwayne just sat down with a loudly thump, and held his
face in his hands, softly cursing wildly�
under his breath in all languages he knew a curse in and vowing bloody
murder to the one that did that to his bike! As he and the others did it
already three times before�
Not that it helped them much in it to find the culprit
that did that to them in the first place! Who ever had painted his bike from
red and black to an absolutely ill color mix of violet and dark pink with
flecks of mud brown into it would die a painful and slow dead!

They would need hours to get the color off their bikes
again!
And tons of color removers too�the smell slowly held something
akin to horror to the four vampires. After all, it was now the third time they
had to do that procedure! And still not a clue, *who* to the hell, the asshole was that had done this so they
could go and made him pay!!!
Hell, they hadn�t even a clue if the culprit was male
or not!

David just asked himself which goddess he could have
angered before to deserve�this! He kicked against the stonewall next to the
spot in that they had parked the bikes for the day�the second one since this
madness had started and still, this asshole found it�
Who ever it was, David would personally make his life
to a living hell!

Paul just jerked on his long hair, still not believing
it, even seeing it.
�I skin his balls and hang him up on them on the
Ferris-wheel! No! I will feed that guy to a horde of hungry rats! After I have
skinned him alive, cut his balls off and have clawed his innards out with the
help of a dull knife and let an army of angry fire-ants run over him! Why can�t
we find out who this asshole of a motherfucker is?! What have I done soo
badly to deserve a fate like this???� he sunk slowly down to his knees in the
mud around his bike and hit his head in frustration to have no clue of it *who* the colorist of their bikes
was.

Marco beside him whined horrified at the chose of
colors this time�against that, the last time was nearly pleasant to watch!
He also asked himself what he could have done so badly
to deserves it to get punished like this! He was just a little nice and
friendly, sometimes a little biting male vampire, what was wrong with it to be
that? Ok, he ate people�in some way, but hell; was that enough to do that to
his poor bike?!

And this time his tails had been colored too�he would
never get that dammed color stuff out of the fur again! The last time it had
only been colored into a bright shade of baby blue. Hell! What did I do to
deserve this!?! Marco was utterly destroyed, completely sickened and slowly
terrified now�
�What if that maniac comes into the cave one day and
color us up in our sleep?!� he mumbled to his brothers almost quietly.

That got him fast horrified looks from the other three
that seem to dare him to say that again!
�What? You know, as mad as this person is, it could
happen and don�t look at me like this! Hell, do you believe I love the mad
thought???�

David cursed louder this time as he already did
before, All, but not that! Was the only thought in his mind.
And in the others heads too, they all slowly feared it
to wake up one day and find themselves colored like their bikes�
To top it this time, the lunatic had placed a ribbon
on each of the bikes�in the matching color to the current bike colors�each one
with a little pirate flack like motive on it�!
Otherwise as to recolor their bikes, this person never
did something to their beloved bikes; he/ she only gave them a new coloring.

To be honest, all four of them had already tried out
to find the culprit, several times.
They asked up and down the boardwalk after persons
that could be dense enough to dare it to do such a thing, tried it with a
trap�that didn�t worked�pried into the humans minds to find out if they knew
something and did not tell them, had demolished several rival gangs of them to
find out if they had been the ones who did that to them, and finally had
tortured their brains whom they could have angered soo much to get this
payback. No avail, nothing brought them a clue to where to search after the
person.

Who ever did this was a master in concealing himself
from them!
And that in turn made the vampires slowly nervous and
angry! How could it be that someone did this and they could not find the
person? This all slowly became eerie and dangerous for them. Who ever did this,
this person could murder them one day too!

�It must be someone who knows that we are vampires,
David.� Dwayne�s voice did sound hollow and dark. The others nodded at this. It
made much too much sense and they had already figured this too.

�I know! But why does the fucker do not just come in
and try to finish us off?� David�s slightly pissed sounding voice made the
others wince slightly. Their leader had more then murder in his mind.

�He or she knows all of our hiding spots, dammed, we
hid the bikes at three different places already and that asshole found them
every fucking time!� Paul spat out in utter anger. He still tried to figure
other ways out to torture the culprit to dead in his mind.

�This person also seems to have real color problem! I
bet it is a female!� Marco put into the currently talk and got promptly weird
looks from the others. �What?!? I mean, look at the colors! Those are girlish
colors. My little sis back at home used them all the time to color her dammed
pictures.�

�Nope, bro I bet our colorist is male! �He is just
doing that to lead us on the wrong trail. I mean, look, females are good to
fuck but mostly too dense to try something like this, or to scared all the time
to dare to do such a thing. And besides, do you know a female that have the
guts to piss us off this much?� Paul had settled to bite his nails instead to
rip more hairs out of his hurting skull for now. Eying his blood brother warily
from the side all the time meanwhile he spoke this.

Besides him Dwayne nodded vehemently at Paul�s words
and looked at Marco as if he had gone nuts.

David just eyed his second in command with an arched
brow, either way, how ever you turned and twisted it around, all could be.
Marco had a strange tendency to find the loopholes in his plans all the time�it
could be. And they all had still no fucking clue who did this to them all the
time. David shuddered at the sudden picture in his mind to wake up some night
and find out that someone had colored his dick green, or gods beware, pink!

What earned him slightly ill and terrified looks from
his three brothers in an instant, they had caught up on his last thoughts!

Paul even put his hands in a protecting gesture in
front of his white pants; all but not that!

Now really worried the pack of vampires cast nervous
glances around them into the scenery and tried hard not to gulp in unison. They
had to find that asshole and that soon! Before they would go insane with the
slowly upcoming fears what the person would do next to them!

Meanwhile the four males doubled their tries to find
out who that painter was, a silent figure sat on a nearby cliff and watched the
pack through glasses out of a relatively distance. All the while deftly
chuckles leaved the mouth of the culprit in question meanwhile the person
watched the four debates around and act. It had taken care of it that they
could not even smell it in the slightest, leaved not a speck of dust on the
bikes of it that could give the bunch a clue where to search after the person,
made absolutely sure that none of the boys could detect even the tiniest scent,
footprint or other, when it colored and decorated their bikes!

This silently laughing watcher had also made very sure
that it never buys the colors in the same place from before, to even mix the
colors itself to their final tone and then to leave no trace when it finished
its work for the day.
It had seen them already ask around for someone that
buys many colors or much of one color tone in the shops in entire Santa Carla.

This person was not dense, it knew what it was in for
if they ever found out whom, did this to them�
But to see Paul�s gesture bought nearly out a full
blown laughter from the watcher! Priceless, the person thought, absolutely
priceless!
It was clear as the day what the four had currently
running through their minds.

Good!
The plan of it slowly began to work in their brains!
And to play with their sanity too, it would not take much more too fully
demolish their calm and self-confidence to demoralize them fully! In the end,
the person would get its revenge on them all, in more ways as one!

Getting up and sneaking carefully avoiding it to make
a noise, out of its hiding spot, the person made its way back to the road that
leads to the bluffs. There stood a common bike, not a motor bike, a normal bike
that children used too. The person wasn�t the tallest in the world. The
children�s bike was fully fitting it and soon the silently chuckling figure was
away and out of the areal.

It had new plans to think over to make the four
suffer!

In the beginning it chose this way to hurt them
because the person knew how much the vamps loved their dirt bikes. They made it
clear all the time in decorating the stupid machines and race around like mad
with them. One day it had watched Dwayne nearly kill someone who accidentally
tripped and fell nearly onto his bike! It had been much younger then, but still
remembered the accident clearly as if it happened just yesterday.

There was another point for it to choose their bikes
for its punishment, a darker point, much darker�
The first half of the point for it to use the bikes of
the Lost Boys, the almighty vampire pack of Santa Carla, lay buried ten feet
deep in the local graveyard! Another was a constant resident for now over half
a year in the local hospital!

The person�s bike wheels hit the dirty earth of the
graveyard and came to a sudden stop in front of the now closed gates of it.
Soon it had parked the transport medium of it next to
a wall and hid it under tons of greenery. They would never search it here! Even
if the boys ever found traces from the wheels in the sand around the stony
bluffs.

Then its feet brought it over to a small hidden gap in
the graveyard wall. The person slipped through it with a grace of a cat.
Behind it, the person made silently its way through
all the old and new graves until its feet stopped in front of one particular
relatively new grave without a tombstone.

It would soon get its own tombstone that would mark
this grave as that of a girl, once known as Melinda, Avery, died in the age of
17 through a motor-bike accident. It would wear a photo from a young, red-brown
haired average looking girl with a lot of beauty-spot�s all over the face that
would look like frozen in time with a heart filling smile at the watcher.

The other of the fateful accident lay in the hospital,
still in coma.
Her boyfriend and she had been out one night, half a
year ago and ride on his bike. A young couple of lovers that had searched for a
spot in that night to make love in and that now was dead or as near to that as
somebody could be�

Here the silent person kneeled down and gave a
silently prayer to the soul of it�s recently died future sister in law. Hoping
against hope that at least now she was in a more peacefully place as she had
been on earth. Melinda and its brother had wanted to marry each other as soon
they both turned 18. Now, everything was gone and blown away from a bunch of
hungry vampires that caught the couple on the road and drained her after they
had sent the bike of the two into the woods around the road!

They had left the nearly dead young man lay there and
carelessly throw Melinda�s body next to his. To the police it later looked as
if the two had been victims of a biker attack from one of the several groups
here in Santa Carla.
They never investigated further into the issue and
simply closed the case with, unsolved murder attempt and one homicide case.

When it was finished with it to pray silently and
rearrange the grave flowers, the person stood and went into the direction of
the still young night�s boardwalk life. It knew, sooner or later the four would
come there and ask around again like mad! And then the silent nemesis of the
Lost Boys would be there too, watching them out of a safe distance and shadows
and plan out its next move to make them pay!

When it had left the graveyard, another shadow melted
out of the darkness with the grace of a supernatural being that was used to it
to hide into the grey and black shadows of the night. Beside of the tall figure
of the man another shadow came out and lay down to his feet. It was a white
dog. �Well Thorn, seems my boys have again not listened to me enough and done
something that they should better have not.� He fell silent again. Scratching
the hell-dog softly behind its ears, the man began to think over all he had
found out in the last nights.

To Max it was clear to what the vanished person was up
too, and to be honest; he found that his boys needed a lecture! How often had
he warned David and his wild bunch to not overdue it and make sure that nobody
saw them when they feed! Now his childe would pay the price to not follow his
rules and warnings, and he had the suspicion that this silent person would
teach them good! His musings drifted off to the facts he knew so far. Not very
much, Max realized, but enough to knew that this person was dangerous enough to
actually hurt David and the others maybe.

He was not a really cruel soul, just a little
different and sure, he did drain humans nearly each night to survive but Max
actually knew to be careful with choosing his victims and area to feed! His
boys often overdid it in many ways, but they were still young and had still
much to learn. This person could do that for him; teach them to take with care
and thought. And not to simply drain everything that moved around. Without to
care the consequences of their doings all the time!

Yes, Max thought, this smart little human being with
so much courage would do just fine.
In the end he would see what he would do with the
little mortal and his boys. Until then, Max would make sure that they, A, had
learned their badly needed lection well enough, and B, their teacher did not
really harm them meanwhile he taught David and his too proud bunch the much
needed lection!

Maybe he would even get a new addition to his current
pack, who knows� in the end, Max could only win from the current events and
would stay silent for now.
His look fell down onto the carefully treated grave at
his feet. He knew already who lay here without to have to look at the temporary
marker of it. A sight escaped his lips, why could his boys not learn it to
leave these members of their prey alone! Dammed!

He leaved the place as silently as he had stepped into
it, without to leave a trace or make otherwise known that he and his dog had
ever been here�

End of
chapter one.
Suryallee
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