Author's Note: Sorry for however long it's been since I've updated this. I have ADD when it comes to my stories. I get obsessed, update a lot and forget about it when I begin a new idea. I'm trying to get better I SWEAR! So, thank you to everyone who has patiently waited for this and reviewed. You're the best! ALSOOO, I'm sorry to everyone that has reviewed/asked something and I haven't responded to you. I used to be really bad at the whole keeping up on reviews and answering thing, but I've made it a rule to respond and interact with you guys because you're my readers and I LOVEEE you all. So don't be afraid to leave me long reviews (wink, wink) because I will gladly respond to you!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Lost Boys and sadly I do not own Kiefer Sutherland…

"You're really making this a lot harder on yourself than you have to, Mischief," the smooth voice flowed into her room.

"Go away, David," she moaned from under her pillow, "Please."

"Look, Miss, we're just trying to help you, you know," he paused, "Can I come in?"

"Sure, yeah, whatever. Why not? I already drank your blood, come right on in," she cried out sarcastically, "What's next? You want some of my blood, buddy? Swell idea."

David was chuckling now, "No, I don't want your blood. But, you should want someone's blood, angel."

"Ha, angel. Yeah. Okay. And I'm not drinking blood," she finally pulled her face out from it's place under her pillow. "That's disgusting, it's wrong, it's not natural-"

"It is for you now, Mischief," he sat on the edge of her bed, his hand resting on her side, "If you don't feed, you're going to get weaker and weaker until eventually you either attack someone you don't want to, like your family, or you just die."

"So you're basically here to tell me that I have to be like you or die?"

"Mhm, that's the general idea," he smirked. "I also came to bring you nourishment."

"What is there a small child or animal outside for me?" she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear as she sat up and crossed her legs underneath herself so she could turn and face him.

He chuckled, "No, that might happen sooner or later, though." He held up a clear plastic water bottle. The liquid inside was sloshing around enough to show Mischief that it was thick and it was also dark red.

"Gross," she muttered, "You could have at least gotten a container that wasn't see through. That might have made this a lot easier."

"You're going to drink it?" his mouth formed a small 'O' as his eyes widened a bit in surprise.

"I don't have a choice, do I?" she glanced at him warily.

"No, especially not if you keep fainting. I guess we just have to work you up to the idea. You're in too weak of a state to actually feed and the shock of it all has been very hard on your mind and body," he explained, looking into her eyes. She frowned a bit, wondering if he could read her mind as she'd just been asking herself why she kept fainting. "And that's probably why you keep fainting," he finished.

She nodded and unscrewed the cap. As the scent filled her nostrils, almost immediately, she gasped and closed her eyes, her face looking as if she was in ecstasy. She nearly moaned at the smell of the blood in the bottle and when she opened her eyes up David could see the hunger in her eyes as well as a bit of lust.

Mischief seemed a bit lost in her own world, so David took the bottle from her hand and held it to her lips, tilting it a bit. Her lips parted slightly, allowing the liquid in and as she swallowed, he moved the bottle away a bit, just in case.

She had her eyes fully closed now and she was smiling softly to herself. David brought the bottle back up to her lips and repeated the process until the bottle was empty.

"Better?" he asked the brunette. She nodded eagerly, "I got it off of my dinner, before he died," he explained, "So it's almost as good as the real thing. I came right here. Nothing beats fresh blood though…"

She nodded, "Tomorrow night?" she asked weakly, "Will I last until tomorrow night?"

"You should now," David nodded, "Why?"

"Because I think I'll try again tomorrow," she admitted.

"That's my girl," he grinned. He leaned towards her, moving one hand to the side of her face as his other hand made it's way slowly towards her with his thumb outstretched to wipe a stray droplet of blood off of her chin. At the touch of his one hand cupping her face, her eyes closed again and her breathing slowed down. David smirked a bit, dropping his free hand to her waist as he moved in and licked the drop off of her chin, going up towards her mouth.

Mischief let out a soft cry, parting her lips. David took this opportunity to move his tongue into her mouth. They kissed slowly, almost lovingly it seemed to Mischief. She sighed lightly, slowly falling backwards onto her bed and bringing David with her.

He moved his hands to her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She moaned softly. Her mom was out with Max, but Sammy was still downstairs playing a board game with Grandpa and Mike, She couldn't risk either of her brothers, yet alone her grandfather, walking upstairs to investigate a noise.

David pulled away after a few moments, "You're not strong enough to do this," he panted lightly. "You're too weak for-"

"Oh, please," she rolled her eyes and made to grab him and pull him back down. He backed off a bit, shaking his head, "I'm serious. If you think you being a fainting vampire is bad, imagine a fainting vampire with almost no energy."

She growled, "Tomorrow?"

He smirked, giving her a final peck on the lips before getting up and moving to the window. "Tomorrow," he repeated, taking his leave. It was good timing too because no later than he had left, Sammy ran in shouting, "Please come play with me! Mike and Grandpa keep teaming up!"

Mischief chuckled, sitting up in bed. She could wait until tomorrow. For now, she would play monopoly.

Author's Note: I know it's really short, but I just needed a filler and some kissing. I also wanted to get it up so that you guys would be happy that I haven't forgotten it!