Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing! Zip, nada. I don't think I even own the thoughts in my head. The Lost Boys belong to WB, no matter how much I may wish otherwise. I am making NO profit from this story whatsoever, unless you count the happiness I get every time someone reads it.

I don't own the song Open Your Eyes, that features in the chapter – that honour belongs to Snow Patrol.

A/N: Whoa, I'm back! I have no idea how this is going to play out, but I'm sure someone will let me know if I'm doing something wrong. ;)

Prologue: Open Your Eyes

All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you

My bones ache my skin feels cold
And I'm getting so tired and so old

Open Your Eyes - Snow Patrol
...

David…

Star opened her eyes and winced at the pain it caused her. A light was shining brightly above her and she was curious as to whether it had been done on purpose. With her eyes closed, she stretched as far as her shackles would allow and prepared her body for the inevitable torture it would endure today. She still had the gift of immortality that David had bestowed upon her, although without him, it now felt like a curse. In the taxidermy room above her, she could hear them, arguing about the best way to remove David from the antlers he was impaled on. Apparently it was one of Grandpa's favourite pieces and he wanted to see if it was salvageable.

The anger swells in my guts
And I won't feel these slices and cuts

I want so much to open your eyes
Cause I need you to look into mine

Tell me that you'll open your eyes

Open Your Eyes - Snow Patrol
...

David…

They'd disposed of Dwayne's remains earlier. Sam had complained about how he'd had to pick up all the icky pieces, and Edgar had more or less told him - you kill it, you clean it. She doubted, however, that Edgar or Alan had been the ones to clean Paul out of the bathroom or kitchen.

This had been the longest day and night of her life. Max - who unknown to Star was her Grandsire - had plotted to rid Santa Carla of the Lost Boys and start over with Lucy and her sons. David had tried in vain to protect Star and his boys and both he and they had been killed in the process, along with Max himself. She, now unwillingly shared a house with their killers. She was their prisoner, their project. The Emersons stayed well away from her little room of captivity, especially Michael, now that he knew what she truly was. That didn't bother her in the slightest, though. He was the last person she was looking to for an ally.

After losing so much, she didn't think things could get much worse.

How wrong she was…

A/N: Not sure when the next update will be, as I keep rearranging chapters and the content within them. I promise as soon as I know, you will!