AN: This is a crossover of Twilight and the Lost Boys. Lizzy is Bella's sister and she moves to Santa Carla to get away from everything in Forks, but that is all that will come from Twilight. Maybe the characters will make an appearance, but this will mostly be in the Lost Boys universe, which is why I didn't put it under as a crossover, it's mostly the Lost Boys.

Death. It's so final. It can come suddenly or it can be really drawn out. Elizabeth, Lizzy, Swan found out she only had six months left. Six months to say her goodbyes because a terrible disease was slowly killing her. She had one chance to save herself, but she was denied. Denied by her own sister.

She had just found out that she had cancer and was given only six months. Her hands wouldn't stop shaking. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was only nineteen. How could this happen? She ate healthy, she exercised everyday, she didn't smoke or drink. She was a good girl who never did anything wild or reckless. How did she end up getting cancer? It didn't make sense. She wanted to cry, but she had no more tears left. She hasn't told anyone yet because she still had one chance left. One chance that could save her.

It's why she was standing outside the Cullen's house. She needed them to give her the gift of life. "You got cancer." It sounded so cold and dark coming from Bella's lips. Lizzy couldn't help, but shiver in both fear and disgust. Her body was a warzone, fighting within itself to keep her alive. None of it was fair.

"You're my only hope, Bella." Lizzy whispers. "There's no cure. I'll be dead in six months if you don't get the Cullens to turn me."

"No." Lizzy froze. Her eyes slowly moving up to look at her twin sister.

"What?"

"I said, no. I won't have the Cullens turn you Lizzy." The fog covering Lizzy's brain lifted and all she felt was anger.

"I'm dying, Bella! I'll be dead in six months! Are you really that selfish that you can't save me if that means sharing the life that you live?! You can't share the gift of being a vampire?!"

"I said no, Lizzy. That's final." Tears fell from Lizzy's face as she glared at her sister.

"You take everything. Everything that I ever wanted you always got first and refused to let me share with you. You wouldn't even share the goddamn womb with me! And now, you're telling me that you won't save my life, your sister's life because you don't want her to be a vampire-like you!" Bella took a step forward and stared coldly down at Lizzy.

"I. Will. Not. Save. You."

"Once again, Bella has the final say to everything." Lizzy shakes her head in disgust. "I hope someone comes and stakes you." She snarls. "I hope you find out what it's like to die. Have a good life, Bella."

Lizzy didn't waste saying goodbye after that. All her life it had always been about Bella. Bella was born first, she looked just like their dad, she was their little angel. Lizzy got the bad luck of being born second and looking nothing like her parents. It didn't matter that she was smarter, prettier, sweeter. It was never enough for her parents. She was never enough. Bella always came first and even when Lizzy was dying, Bella came first. It used to make Lizzy cry every time she got overlook, but now, it just made her angry. If she could, she would kill Bella. Bella and all those pathetic Cullens that call themselves vampires. They're a disgrace to their kind.

Lizzy tried to find other vampires, but one doesn't just find vampires. She wasted a whole month learning that. After she finally came to terms that she was in fact dying and that there was no way to prevent it, she took to traveling. She lived life to the fullest. She went and saw everything that she could see. She didn't want to miss a thing. She stopped being the good girl, stopped being the sweet one, stop being the innocent one. She stopped caring. She was going to die and that meant danger was not important to her. The more dangerous a thing was the more Lizzy loved it.

Now, she has three months left and Lizzy has decided to spend those three months in the most dangerous place of them all. Santa Carla, the murder capital of the world. She was going to spend her days learning how to surf and spend her nights partying to the fullest. She had three months left to enjoy life before it is taken from her and she isn't going to waste a minute.

Paul was known as the stoner of the group. All fun and games, never serious. He was prone to spacing out and flirting with anything with boobs and a vagina. It was just how he is. A womanizing, pot-smoking, partying rockstar. Still, when he woke up at sunset he was even more spaced out than usual. He barely heard what any of the guys said. The second he had woken up his mind went to Lala land. He felt a charge in the air, a spark of excitement and anticipation running through his body. He was often excited for the night, but this was different. This wasn't him simply looking forward to killing and partying. No, this was something else. He could feel this pull from within him, trying to lead him somewhere. Somewhere that he had to be.

"Hey, Paulie, you with us?" Marko asks, waving a hand in front of Paul's face, succeeding in snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Huh, what?"

"Paul, are you okay?" David and Dwayne had stopped what they were doing when they heard Marko. Both were making their way over to Paul, both looking at him in concern.

"I'm fine. Just a bit distracted." Paul lies. He wasn't sure why he lied, but something in him told him not to tell the boys the truth. A part of him didn't want them to know about the pull he was feeling. "Do you guys mind if I go off on my own to hunt tonight?"

Marko frowns, obviously not liking the idea of being separated from his best friend. David was staring at Paul as if trying to figure him out, but Paul kept his guard up. He didn't want them inside his mind today. He wanted to be left alone and given some space. "Alright." Both Marko and Dwayne looked at David, obviously surprised that David agreed to Paul's request. "Let's go boys." He calls. Marko gives Paul one last concerned look before making his way out of the cave, Dwayne following behind him. Paul goes to follow, but David caught his wrist and kept him in place. "I don't know what's going on with you, but you do what you got to do. You better be back to yourself by sunrise." To most that would sound like a threat, but Paul knew the real reasoning behind David's words. David was the tough leader, the badass. He was supposed to be intimidating and dangerous. He's not supposed to show any weakness, but when it came to the boys David was soft. He cared about the boys more than most realize. These boys were his baby brothers and he would do anything in his power to make them happy and keep them safe, so Paul knew that David was just worried.

"Thank you." Paul whispers, causing David to look at him one more time before nodding and making his way outside. Paul took a minute to look around the cave. The cave had been their home for decades. Paul truly loved the cave and considered it home, but tonight it felt cold and a tad empty, which was silly because they're vampires and he has all his boys here.

"Paul, are you coming?" Paul shook off the strange feeling and began to make his way outside. Whatever was going on, he was going to find out.

The sun was beginning to set as Lizzy made her way out of the water. She had spent the day surfing. She never used to surf, but she thought it'd be nice to learn before her time was up. It was a rough start, but Lizzy was starting to get the hang of it.

She changed in one of the changing rooms and changing out of her bathing suit and into dry clothes. She had changed a lot since leaving Forks and her fashion sense was one of the changes she made. She now wore tight black jeans, a black Mötley Crüe t-shirt, a black leather jacket, a rather scary looking black studded belt, and black combat boots.

Santa Carla was a nice town during the day. Warm, family-friendly, beautiful. At night, everything changes. It becomes colder, more dangerous, and the really strange people come out. Lizzy knew this when she decided to come here, but she has seen so much over the years that there was little that could actually scare her. She was already dying, nothing could scare her anymore.

Lizzy walks across the beach, heading back to the boardwalk for some time with the games. There was supposed to be a concert tonight and Lizzy thought she might check it out. As she got closer to the boardwalk the sound of motorcycles begin to be heard. She stopped by the stairs to the boardwalk, turning her head in the direction of the loud roaring motors. There were four bikers pulling up by the boardwalk, all of them uniquely different. The one in the front, who Lizzy guessed was the leader, had a platinum mullet and the most intense blue eyes that she has ever seen before. The one on his right is a dark-skinned Native American with long wavy black hair and very dark brown eyes, his hair. Behind them were two blondes. One had curly blonde hair, the top was cut short and parts of the bottom was pulled back into a ponytail, allowing his angelic like face to be completely visible. This blonde also had very big baby doll blue eyes and a Cheshire like grin on his face. What really made this guy stand out was his very bright patch jacket. The last guy was blocked from Lizzy's view, but she managed to make out bright white jeans and shoulder-length blonde hair that reminded her a lot of the guy from Twisted Sister.

Lizzy stared openly at them, taking them all in. They were all very pale, even the Native American one. They also threw off a dark and dangerous vibe about them. She could see the crowd eyeing them nervously and moving faster along the boardwalk. The boys either didn't notice or didn't care. Lizzy scanned them over with curiosity. She didn't know what it was, but while the crowd was nervous and scared of them, she was curious and somewhere deep inside she felt a pull to get closer to them.

Her eyes meet the leader's again, who was eyeing her over before looking away from her, dismissing her. That annoyed her, but she knew it was better if she didn't pick a fight, so she turned and left.

"Are you still hunting on your own, Paul?" David asks as he watched the redhead storm off. She had a defiant fire in her that amused David. She was a pretty little thing. Her hair was the color of blood, it fell straight and thick down to her butt. Her skin was as pale as snow, which only seemed to make her eyes pop. Her eyes were the color of two glowing emerald stones, big and round, just begging for someone to become lost in them. She was tall and willowy and looked to be very underweight, which was a common thing in Santa Carla, so many homeless kids wandering the streets. Still, David felt as if there was something more to her. Something that would affect him.

"Yeah." Paul answers, still just as quiet as before. David watched him as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Do you think Paul's okay?" Marko asks, concern evident in his voice.

"He'll be fine." David dismisses Marko's worries. It wasn't that David wasn't worried about his youngest brother, he was in fact, very worried, but he always felt it better to not let your worries trouble you until you knew what the problem was. You can't fix it if you don't know what it is. "Let's go boys." David calls, leading the way through the crowd. They normally hunted together, but there were times when they would separate. Sometimes one of the boys would find a specific target that interests them and would go off on their own to feed, but most times they hunted as a pack.

David's eyes scanned the area, but it was half-heartedly. He wasn't really feeling tonight. It seems Paul's strange mood was spreading. David was fine until he saw that girl. That girl captured his attention, but not like the other humans. He didn't feel hunger or lust for the girl. More companionship. It wasn't a feeling he was used to having, especially with some stranger. The boys he could understand, they were his brothers, but this girl was no one important to him, so why did he feel as if she belongs with them as if she was family.

David didn't really know where he was going, but when he looked back up he saw that he was in front of the carousel and the redheaded girl was on it. She was riding a large black horse, both hands gripping the pole, and a smile on her face. David hopped up onto the moving platform and made his way towards her. Something was telling him to go to her, to befriend her. He didn't know what it was, but it was strong.

When he got close enough he could smell her. Her overall scent was pleasant, oranges and vanilla, but it was the underlining scent that stopped David in his tracks. The scent was the smell of decay. He had smelt this smell before. It was the smell that corpses had or people who were sick and close to dying had. Their bodies were literally rotting away. This girl, who had a bright smile on her face, was dying. The thought shouldn't bother David, humans meant nothing to him, but the thought of her death hurts him. Looking over at the other boys, he could see them staring at the girl and judging by their emotions and thoughts, they felt the same way as he did. Who was this girl?

Whoever she was, David wasn't sure it was a good idea to be near her. He didn't like the feeling he got from her. He didn't like humans, they were just meals to him, but this human was different and David didn't like different. He steps back and looks at his brothers, giving them a look before jumping off the carousel and heading back into the crowd. He needed to feed and he wasn't going to feed on this girl. Especially if she was dying, her blood would taste just as rotten as her scent.

Lizzy smiles as she rode on the horse. The wind blew into her face, blowing back her red hair like a war banner. Her eyes were closed as she tilted her head back, enjoying the movements. She hasn't been on a carousel since she was a kid, since her mom left her and her dad threw himself into work. The thought made the smile fall from her face. "You shouldn't lose your smile." Lizzy's eyes snaps open and she turns to see a boy leaning against the horse beside her. It was the same boy from earlier, she recognizes the white jeans and crazy blonde hair. Now she could see more of him. He had dark olive-green eyes, very pale skin like the rest of the bikers, and he was tall and thin, like a beanstalk. The thought made her smile once again. "See." The boy smiles. "Much better." A pink blush came across her cheeks as the boy stared at her.

The pull was back, but this time it was stronger. She felt safe with this boy, which was crazy judging by how unsafe those around them felt. They all looked as if this boy would kill them, but looking at him, Lizzy knew he wouldn't hurt her. She felt it deep inside that this boy would never raise a hand to her. She felt completely safe, but more than that she felt a deep need to be as close to him as possible. It wasn't lust, she didn't want to have sex with him, no she wanted to be loved by him. She wanted him to hold her hand, kiss her, tell her that he loved her. She wanted to spend her life with her.

She didn't know when they got closer, but the next thing she knew the boy was standing right beside her, just a few inches apart. His hand lifted up and his fingers ran over her cheek. She shivered at how cold his hand was. His skin was as cold and smooth as marble, but her body seemed to crave his touch. Looking into his eyes, she knew just what he was and exactly why she felt this way towards him. She had spent the last two years with the Cullens in her life, she knew a vampire when she sees one and after having to listen to Bella for two years, she knows exactly what was going on with her. She was this boy's eternal mate.

Paul couldn't begin to explain what he was feeling. There was too many emotions going through him at this moment. All he could really say was that he needed to be next to this girl. Having space between them literally pains him. Not touching her makes his skin burn. His eyes ran over her face, trying to take her in. She was so gorgeous. His crimson girl and that is what she is, his. He felt it deep down in his body. She belonged to him. He didn't know what it really meant, but he knew that no matter what he wasn't going to fight it. It felt too right. She felt too right.

Paul smiles at the girl, his fingers running down her cheek and closing in on her plump red lips. The lipstick seems to only make her skin glow and her hair to brighten. He wanted to taste her lips, to feel them against his own. His eyes flickered down to them, licking his own absentmindedly. When his eyes flickered back up the girl's emerald orbs, he saw a sick expression on her face. It was like a stake to the heart. She made him sick. He instantly released her and as soon as he did she was off the horse and stumbling. "Are you okay?" He questions, confusion hitting him as he saw her grip the pole, breathing heavily, and sweating. He took a step towards her with the intent to help her, but before he could reach her she had managed to jump off of the carousel. He followed her in time to watch her drop to her knees onto the cold ground, pull her hair back, and vomit right there on the concrete.

It's only then that he was hit with the disgusting smell of decaying flesh. She's dying. Paul felt a jolt of fear and dread rush through him as he quickly moved behind her, taking over on holding her hair back for her as her whole body shook with the gut-wrenching vomiting. "Oh, god." The girl whispers, her voice sore after all that vomiting. Paul looked down and his breath caught as he saw that her vomit consisted mostly of blood. She had internal bleeding.

"You're sick." He whispers, reminding her of his presence. She quickly stumbled up onto her legs, which were shaking like a newborn foul. "Wow, easy." Paul whispers, catching her before she could hit the floor. His eyes fell onto her face and he watched as her eyes struggled to stay open before she fainted. For a minute, he thought she might have just died right there in his arms, but she was still breathing, he could both feel and hear it. He let that fact calm him a bit, but he couldn't truly relax. This girl was going to die soon and Paul didn't know why, but he couldn't let that happen.

Paul had managed to get the girl back to the cave. He had to leave his bike, but he knew one of the boys would bring it back for him, so he didn't let it trouble him. He just sent out a message to David to ask him to do that for him. He didn't want to leave this girl alone. He felt true fear for this girl. He hasn't taken his eyes off her since he got her here. Too afraid that if he blinked then she'd be gone. He had laid her down on the couch and taken watch over her on the coffee table. He didn't even look up when he heard the sound of the boys' footsteps coming down the stairs. It must not be sunrise yet if they chose to take the stairs and not the secret entrance.

Paul could feel David's eyes on him, but he ignored it. He didn't want to take his eyes off the girl. He was terrified to do that. "Paul? What's going on?" David asks, his voice oddly soft. It was enough of a surprise to have Paul looking away from the girl and towards David. "Paul? Why is she here?"

"I…" Paul trails off, his eyes snapping back over to the girl. "She's dying." Paul tells David.

"So?" David asks, causing Paul to turn and glare at him. He had never gotten angry at David before, but at this moment he wanted to kill David. Did he not care that this girl, this beautiful girl, was going to die? That she was going to die and leave Paul. The thought hurt him so much. He looked at the girl with fear evident on his face. "Paul, talk to me. What's going on?" David whispers, crouching down beside Paul, trying to get Paul to look at him.

"I don't know." Paul admits. "But, I feel this connection to her." Paul looks down at David. "I can't let her die, David, please." He knew that David knew what he was asking. What he was asking for was a big deal, but Paul wouldn't ask if his reason wasn't important. He couldn't explain to David why he needed this girl alive, he just had to keep her breathing. "Please, David." David stared at Paul for a long moment, long enough to scare Paul even more. He was going to say no. They didn't just turn girls. Only David and Max turn people. Paul had no right to ask David to turn someone. He wasn't the leader of this pack.

"Marko, get the bottle." Paul's eyes widen in shock at David's words. "I feel it too." David tells Paul. "I don't know what it is, but I feel the connection." That should relieve Paul, but it only makes him angry. His eyes turn gold and his face contorts into his vampiric face, his lips pulling back in a snarl.

"She's mine." All the lost boys seem to stop moving at Paul's words and actions. Paul never challenged David before, none of them have. David was their leader, their brother. They would follow him to hell if he asked them too.

If it hadn't been the blip in the girl's heartbeat then Paul would have fought David right then and there, but the fear for the girl overweighed his need to show dominance over David. He moved quickly to girl's side, his fingers finding her pulse. It was still there, but weak, very weak. All the anger fled from Paul and he looked at David with a pleading expression.

David stared at Paul and reached over for the bottle. "Lift her head, she needs to swallow this." Paul nods and does as David orders. David puts the bottle to her lips and tilts the bottle back, letting the blood flow down her throat. "Tomorrow night we're talking to Max." David says, his eyes on Paul.

"I'm sorry." Paul whispers. "I don't know what came over me." David eyed Paul over before looking back at the girl.

"I don't want her, Paul. Not the way you do." Paul looked at David. "I can hear it in your mind, feel it coming off you like waves. You want this girl for more than just a friend."

"My mind…" Paul trailed off. "My mind keeps repeating this word and I don't know what it means."

"What is it?" David asks.

"Mate."