Author's Note: FINALLY! The long awaited update for this story. I know, I know everyone, it's been way too long and I apologize for the excruciating long wait. So BEHOLD, chapter twenty nine(the proper one) of Honey's adventures with the Lost Boys.

Chapter Twenty nine- Admitting Defeat.

For the next couple of nights after the…incident, I refused to speak to anyone, not even Star. I wouldn't leave the room we shared; I pretty much refused to acknowledge anyone, preferring to wallow in self misery. Currently, I was lying on the bed, glaring up at the rock and dried mud that made the ceiling. The bed moved under someone's weight, and I barely registered their presence.

"Hon?"

Out of the corner of my eye, a head of bushy brown hair caught my attention.

"Honey?" Star spoke a little more sternly this time.

I grunted and rolled over so my back faced her. She sighed impatiently and spoke in a harsh tone, one that I had never heard from her before.

"Fine, if you don't come out on your own, David is gonna come in here and force you."

I didn't move, and her footsteps faded out a minute later.

Let him come…

Minutes passed and no one had come in, I had rolled back into my previous position and continued the glaring process.

Coward…

The thought had just passed when heavy footsteps came into the room.

Damn, thought too soon.

"Get up."

His voice still sent chills up and down my spine. Goddamn it.

I turned my head to look at him, and purposefully rolled my eyes. I then rolled back over again like I had with Star.

What could he possibly d-

"AHH!" I cried out as he grabbed my ankle and dragged my across the bed. I had turned onto my back in this event and was now trying desperately to fight him off of me.

"DAVID!" I screamed as he grabbed me around the waist, his fingers digging into my flesh. His arm wrapped around my middle, pulling me into his chest and because I was so short, my beet didn't touch the ground. I shoved at his chest, "Get off of me!"

He didn't answer; instead he pulled me up and threw me over his shoulder. I struggled helplessly, pounding on his back.

"What the hell, David? Do you mind?"

"No, I don't."

"Well I do. So put me down."

"Sure," he said simply and threw me down onto the couch. It took me a second to regain myself from the shock of the sudden stop, and to realize that I was no longer on the bed, nor in that room, I was now sprawled across the couch awkwardly.

I scrambled to my feet, but was pulled back down by the waist. I squirmed as a pair of arms clamped around my middle, stopping me from making a break for it. This only pissed me off even more than I already was and I only struggled harder.

"What the hell? Let go of me!"

The persons grip only tightened and I squeaked in protest, the grip hurting me slightly. I turned my head a fraction of an inch to see who my captor was. A mass of crazy blond hair was there and a jaw lined with stubble brushed the top of my head.

Paul.

"Ow! Paul, you're hurting me!"

His grip slackened and he muttered an apology in my ear.

"Now, we need to talk…all of us. And I want you to listen." David spoke calmly.

I was getting quite angry with them, first they damn me to a hell that I cannot reverse then they expect me to talk to them. Well who do they think they are?

I glared at him, "I really don't care about what you want. I want you to go and crawl into your little corner so you can just shrivel up and die!"

David gave me an amused look.

"You know, it's rude to stare." I growled.

"Well, I'm not a very polite guy."

I rolled my eyes, "yeah, we all know that."

David's amusement turned into irritation, "okay, if you're done with your snide remarks, we'll get on with it."

I looked around at the other bodies occupying the cave, "go ahead, no one's stopping you."

David's lip twitched dangerously and for some reason I still wouldn't back down, his anger didn't scare me. He couldn't do anything to me, he's done his worst already, and anything else would probably be a blessing.

He waited quietly for a few seconds longer, just anticipating my mouth to open and let something else slip, but no… I remained silent for once in my whole existence.

"So first thing's first…while you are here, staying with us, you will understand this, Honey," David spoke while catching my eyes with his own and holding them there.

"You will do as I say, when I say it. As a human you defied me as much as you whished, but now, I do have the power to punish you if I see fit. I don't want any more of the back talk and the brushing off of my authority. Am I clear?"

I looked down and mumbled, "Crystal."

He nodded and said softly, "Good."

Silence rolled upon us, and I was still sitting on Paul. I waited patiently for someone to speak and as they say, patients is rewards and I was, "Now, we're going to discuss this blood topic. I will warn you of the impulses and the stages if you were to continue to deny your thirst," David spoke, happy that he had the floor and that I wasn't making any attempt to interrupt him.

"You already know you need blood to survive, but as you are only half I will allow you to make that first step on your own. Neither I nor any of the others will pressure you, but you will pressure yourself."

I gave him a confused look, how can I pressure myself if I know I don't want to?

"As the days increase of your half life, your thirst will grow until you cannot handle it. First you might not notice it, but then the slightest temptation can hit…a heart beat or a pulsing vein on their neck." David started to explain, and then Dwayne jumped in.

"If you succeed to resist that, then your stomach will start to cramp and you will be in pain. But soon, if you continue to resist your body will shut down and one day when you go to sleep you will not wake up…and you will simply waste away."

I nodded, hearing their explanation about the blood lust made my thirst swell and the back of my throat burned.

"We already know how educated you are on Vampires, Honey. So you probably already understand the whole creating thing." Paul spoke, moving me so I was sitting beside him, rather on top of him.

"As you know, Michael was the one to drain you." David spoke calmly and at the sound of his name I tensed up, my fists clenching at the couch cushion and I shot him a glare.

"But it was I who gave you blood to turn you."

My head shot up to look at David's face which was blank and unemotional; if I wasn't so shocked I would have wondered why his face wasn't smug, "Wh-what?" I asked my eyes widening.

"It was not Michael who turned you; he only took the first step. But it was I who turned you."

I jumped up and Paul grabbed my wrist to keep me from charging at David. It wasn't required though; I had no intentions of launching myself at him.

"Whoa, hold on a second there," I spoke, raising my hand, "you mean to tell me that you were the one to Sire me?"

David looked at me, the corner of his lips twitched upwards, "yes."

I shook my head to try and clear my thoughts, "so your blood is inside of me?"

He nodded.

I licked my lips nervously and ran a hand through my hair, "Oh-okay," I said, sitting down, "well… what does that mean?"

"You are…connected to me. You will always be able to find me, to feel me. It means that I am a tie between father and master. I am your maker, so you don't have a choice but to do as I say."

I didn't speak, only stared at him and swallowed hard.

"And until I have some of your blood in me, I won't be able to find you."

I chewed on my lip thoughtfully, not entirely sure if I was thrilled about that idea. On one hand I would always know where he was, and frankly I didn't really care; at least that's what I told myself, but on the other hand he wouldn't be able to find me if I was in trouble.

"Okay," I said after a little while, thinking this was the end of the conversation.

"One more thing, Honey…"David spoke again, "because of my blood…you will feel some…attraction to me, sexually."

I looked up at him and this time, a smug look was on his face and I closed my eyes tightly. I guess finally, I would have to admit defeat to myself.

Great, I thought, not only do I have to fight off genuine feelings…I have to fight of forced feelings as well.