AUTHOR'S NOTE: I started this as just a little bit of a snippet, but see it going places if its well responded to....

Title: VAMPIRE MY DREAMS

Author/pseudonym: PEJA

Fandom: THE SENTINEL/THE LOST BOYS

Pairing: David and michael for now...

Rating: PG

Archive: The WWOMB; PEJAs Ravings: anyone else ask

E-mail address for feedback:: daltonavon@yahoo.com

Series/Sequel: series? possible. Short shots, though

Other websites: ask and very likely i'll say yea

Disclaimers: Blair is Jim's; David and Michael belong to each other.

Notes: DEATH.....or not

Summary: On a dark and rainy night.....

3:16 blinked in the disk from Blair�s illuminated watch face and he considered if he dared call home for help.

Not a good idea at this time of night. "Looks like I walk it...Again."

Casting a baleful glare at the rain pouring from the clouds, he clasped his collar close around his neck and stepped out of the dead-by-the-way-side car.

The downpour drenched Blair to the skin in seconds. He shivered against the cold and gave serious consideration to climbing back into the relative comfort of the car.

�That�s not the answer.� A soft dark voice said.

Blair whirled on his heel, finding himself face-to-face with two boys on a motorcycle. �You from around here?� he asked, hoping he wasn�t stepping into dangerous waters.

The blonde cocked his head toward his dark companion. �How about it, Michael? Are we from around here?�

Michael grinned. �Here,� he rasped. �And there, huh, David?�

Blair frowned. These two were playing a cat and mouse game with him. Not a good sign at all.

�Oh, well, ah I guess I�ll have to walk�.

�Perish the thought,� the blonde, David, wasn�t it, said swinging his leg over the front of the bike.

Blair blinked, shaking his head. He could have sworn the man�s feet had left the ground as he�d dismounted.

Michael padded toward Blair, grinning. �Why don�t we take a look under the�.hood, David?�

�Ah, no,� Blair back-peddled into the car. �Really, I would rather just call a�.�

�Michael here is one of the best mechanics around,� David interrupted. �Come on, Michael, don�t keep the man waiting. He looks like he�s got someplace to be.�

David hopped backwards off the bike, and glided up so Blair was trapped between the two young men. Michael leaned close, whispering, �Pop the hood.�

�Ah, yeah, right,� Blair whirled around, reaching for the latch.

�I love the reddish shades in your curls,� Michael murmured, his words rustling Blair�s hair and making him shiver in the night heat.

�Look, I�.�

David grabbed a handful of Blair�s hair, running it through his fingers. �It�s soft, David. Like the finest silk.�

Another hand plunged into Blair�s hair, forcing his head back on his neck and exposing his throat. David sniffed the living curls. �Smell nice too.� His tongue swiped a path over Blair�s neck.

Blair suddenly found his arms locked in David�s powerful hands. �What the hell��

�Hell,� Michael hissed around growing fangs. �Yes, you are in hell.�

Blair�s scream echoed in the night as David�s fangs grazed his throat.

�No one comes out at night in this area of town, pretty,� Michael rasped, licking at the sweat streaming down Blair�s paling skin. �We thought we would go hungry tonight.�

Stars exploded before Blair�s eyes as two sets of fangs pierced his tender skin. He clung to the blond man�s shoulders, to shocked to do more than utter a whimper of protest.

Life drained with his blood. He closed his eyes, seeing the face of his family, Of Jim reflected against his lids.

�Don�t drain the cup,� Michael�s words whispered down the long halls toward death, making no sense to Blair at all.

His knees gave and two strong sets of arms supported him.

�Drink, pet.�

Blair swallowed the sweet, thick fluid forced down his throat as darkness bloated out the life he knew