Greetings everyone.

Alright, I apologize for the very, very crappy chapter. I know that later on I will rewrite this one but for now, sadly this is the best I can do. I was trying to achieve an average conversation that the boys would most likely have and for some reason the almighty and divine inspiration that is the Lost Boys isn't coming through loud and clear as it used to. The mental hamster on the wheel is telling me to get my butt moving on a few other stories that I have currently put on hiatus, so I think this might be the last Fay chapter for a few months. I know if I continue on while I'm the way I am writing wise, I will not do this story as well as House the justice that they deserve and the last thing I want is to scar you all for life with horrid writing.

So, try not to scream when you read this thing and I shall see you all in a few months.

Happy Reading

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"Where are those guys?" Fay muttered around the metal bobby pins in her mouth as she twisted her bushy mane around in her hands before flipping it up onto her head in a messy roll. Carefully inserting the pins to keep her hair in place, Fay glanced over her shoulder to read the time on the mobile Felix the Cat clock that hung on her kitchen wall. It was 10:13 pm and the boys were late, as usual.

Fay walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway in order to check her appearance in the antique mirror that hung directly in front of the front door. Seeing that her hair was fine, Fay looked around, mentally checking to make sure that everything was in order. Even though it was just the four guys coming over to crash at her place that night, Fay had spent all day getting the house ready. Everything from vacuuming the carpets to scrubbing out the bathroom had been done in a mad attempt of late summer cleaning so right now, the house was spotless.

"I swear those guys couldn't get here on time if the world was coming to an end." Fay muttered to herself as she walked into the living room and pulled aside the window curtains, glancing out the window to see if there was any sign of life out in the street. Seeing none, Fay sighed to herself as she let the curtain fall back into place before she flopped onto the couch, draping her legs over the arm of the couch as she stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"Fig?" Fay called out as she frowned slightly, catching sight of a lone cobweb in the left hand corner of the living room ceiling. How it had missed her cleaning rampage was a mystery but Fay was too damn tired to get up and brush it away so instead she made a mental note to herself to get rid of it tomorrow.

"Merow?" The gray tabby cat meowed as he stuck his head into the living room, gazing over at Fay with his unblinking green eyes.

"Do you think that I'm pushy?" Fay asked as she inspected her nails, scowling when she realized that she had chewed them down to the quick. Figaro sauntered into the room, sniffing the air cautiously as he made his way over to Fay.

"Mer?" Figaro responded as he arched his stripped tail and flicked Fay's face as he rubbed up against the couch cushions.

"Well, do you?" Fay asked as she reached over and gently tugged his tail, scratching the end of his back so that he arched his butt into the air. Figaro mewled as he turned around and rubbed his face against her fingers, looking up at her with a curious expression in his eyes.

"Of course you don't think so. I'm the one who feeds you so you just agree to whatever I say, don't you?" Fay murmured as she rolled off of the couch and landed onto the floor, lying there with her cheek pressed against the dust-free carpet while Figaro sniffed her face, his prim whiskers tickling her nose.

Fay lay there for a few minutes, listening to the monotone ticks of the kitchen clock as minutes crept by. Realizing that the boys were going to be more than a half-an-hour late, like they always were, Fay rolled to her feet and looked around the living room. Pursing her lips as she arched an eyebrow, Fay went over to the glass coffee table and as carefully as she could, she dragged it to one side in order to create a large space in the middle of the room. Figaro watched her out of curiosity as he sat by the television, his eyes following her as she pushed the loveseat to one side as well as an end table. When that was done, Fay pressed the back of her hand to her forehead and sighed, rubbing the small of her back with her right hand.

"Ok, now where did I put that record?" Fay muttered to herself as she thought for a moment, quickly trying to remember where she had put her new Billy Idol record. Snapping her fingers, Fay pranced out of the living room and was back a minute later holding one of her favorite non-Elvis records of all time.

"You ready Fig?" Fay grinned as she tip-toed over to where she kept her record player and lifted the clear plastic lid. The sound-system on that thing was powerful enough to shake the walls of the house whenever she ever blasted her music and that was exactly what she was going to do. Why should she sit around and do nothing while the boys took their damn sweet time?

Fay smiled to herself as she carefully took the record out of its protective sleeve and placed it in the player, twisting in On/Off knob so that the needle slowly moved towards the black vinyl disc. Fay kicked off her slippers and tossed them into a corner as the sharp hiss of air filled the speakers just before the drums and lead guitar started playing. Fay laughed out-loud as she started to clap in time with the song, her head bobbing slightly as Billy began to sing.

"On the floor of Tokyo
Or down in London town to go, go
With the record selection
With the mirror reflection
I'm dancing with myself

When there's no-one else in sight
In the crowded lonely night
Well I wait so long
For my love vibration
And I'm dancing with myself"

"Oh, oh dancing with myself, oh oh dancing with myself. Well there's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove I'll be dancing with myself." Fay sang as her fingers started snapping and her feet started dancing. Figaro pressed his ears back as Fay cranked up the volume before she danced into the middle of the carpet, hips swaying in time with the beat as she tossed her arms up over her head and started to go with the flow. Fay let out a shrill laugh as she leapt up into the air and scissor kicked before she landed on her toes and spun around, arms stretched out for balance. When Figaro could no longer stand the noise, he made a break for the kitchen but Fay swooped down and scooped him up in her arms before he could make it halfway across the room.

"Meerrrrr!" Figaro complained as Fay started to dance around while holding him close to her chest. Figaro tried to claw his way out of her arms but when she spun around and around like room like a whirling dervish, Figaro just sunk his claws into her shirt and hung on while he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat…dancing with myself!" Fay sang along as she leapt onto the couch and bounced around, Figaro mewling in protest every time she landed on the cushions. As the beat of the drums made the pictures shudder on the walls, Fay crowed as she jumped up and tucked her legs under her, landing sharply on her knees, jostling the tabby out of her arms. Figaro hit the ground running and scampered out of the living room as fast as his paws could carry him before he bolted out of the cat-flap and made it outside before Fay even got off the couch.

"You wimp!" Fay shouted out-loud before she fell back onto the couch, laughing to herself as the song faded to an end.

"Oh man…I'm outta shape." Fay breathed as she tried to fan herself with her hand just as the next song started.

"Wooo! Here she comes now sayin' Mony Mony. Shoot 'em down turn around c'mon Mony." Fay sang as loud as she could as she started to recreate the dance sequence that Kevin Bacon made famous in Footloose but changed it a bit, adding a bit more "pony" to it. Completely lost in her own little bubble, Fay couldn't care less about what her neighbors where saying to one another right now…and whatever they were saying wasn't anything good.

While Fay was dancing with herself, waiting for the boys to arrive, she didn't realize that one of them was already there, watching her through the part in the living room curtains. Dwayne stood an inch away from her rose bushes that were planted just underneath the large window, a small smile on his lips as he watched Fay dance about. He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched Fay jump from one couch to the other, singing off key as she leapt into the air and twirled before landing nimbly on the balls of her feet. It had honestly been a while since he had last seen her dance and he couldn't help but grin as he watched her antics. When Fay was alone, a whole different person came out, one that only he really had the chance to witness. Despite Fay's boisterous, mothering, in-your-face attitude that she used around them, Dwayne knew that she always kept a part of herself under wraps and what he was witnessing right now proved it. Fay was just full of surprises.

He arched an eyebrow when she started doing an air-guitar solo to Idol's White Wedding. Ok that was something that he'd never seen her do before. He never realized that Fay had the knack to perform air-guitar as if she were actually playing a guitar. Heck, Dwayne didn't even know if Fay had any musical talent in her whatsoever aside from singing. But even that was questionable at times.

While Dwayne was being secretly entertained by his girlfriend's adolescent antics, Marko and Paul in the middle of playing a vampire version of tag while they swooped over Santa Carla, trying to body-check one another in mid-air while holding a deep conversation.

"So you're sayin' that if you could find one girl that you really liked you'd stay with her forever?" Paul asked as he skimmed a tree-top, snapping off a wayward twig and shoved it into the corner of his mouth as if it were a stalk of wheat. Nearing the residential area of Santa Carla, the boys didn't have to worry so much about being seen because everyone who drove or could walk to a bus stop was partaking in the numerous festivities down at the Boardwalk.

"Well, not like. I'd have to love her ya know? But yeah, if I could find someone special, I'd stay with her." Marko responded as he twirled onto his back and rode the air currents while peering up at the vast clouded sky with a slight frown on his face. "Wouldn't you?" He asked Paul as his best friend chewed thoughtfully on his twig, keeping a careful eye on the empty street that they were flying over to make sure that they weren't being watched.

"Stay with one girl for all of eternity? Hell no!" Paul snorted as he bit off a piece of the twig and spat it at Marko.

"You do that again man I'll ram that thing up your nose." Marko warned as he plucked the wood chip out of his hair and flicked it away while Paul just cackled to himself, looking very much like a wind-blown bat out of hell…the Meatloaf kind.

"Yeah whatever." Paul grinned as he threw away the twig and veered off to the right, squinting as he tried to make out a figure that appeared in a lighted window. "Yo Marko, check it out!" He crowed as he pointed to the window, slowing his speed to a sudden stop. With the curtains drawn back and the window opened to let in the night air, Paul and Marko had an excellent view of what was going on in the two story master-bedroom. Oblivious to the two pairs of eyes that were watching, the blonde woman in the bedroom toweled off her wet hair while she took off her bathrobe to enjoy the sensation of the cool air on her damp skin.

"It doesn't get better than this." Paul mused as he dived into a nearby oak tree to get a better look of the naked woman without being seen. Marko shook his head as he quickly looked around to make sure that the others weren't around to witness this before he joined Paul in the tree.

"Now if I were tied to one girl, I'd be missing moments like these bro. And there's just too much Paul for one woman to handle. I'm not home-grown like you bud. You're the type that likes to stick to your favorite food and you'd be happy with that. Me, I like a buffet of everything that life has to offer. What's the point of bein' undead when you can't fool around and enjoy it? If we were human, then yeah I'd think about it 'cause I'd know that I wasn't gonna live forever. But that's the thing Marko, we're not human so why should we have to stick to human rules?" Paul explained as he kept both eyes on the woman, enjoying the show.

"I get what you're saying Paul but don't you ever get tired of fooling around with a girl and then killing her two seconds later? I mean…where's the relationship in that? It's like all we do is fuck and eat and eat and fuck and that's it." Marko replied as he stared doe-eyed as the woman turned around to face them, leisurely brushing her hair as she hummed a tune to herself.

"And what's wrong with that? Ok, those are so fake." Paul said not daring to take his eyes off the woman as he rated the woman's rack. Being an expert of the female body, Paul had a keen eye for the real deal and this was one thing that you could not pull the wool over his eyes.

"Nothing's wrong with it, it's just that…it gets pretty…well…boring after a while." Marko muttered as his eyes followed the movements of the woman's arm as she tossed her hair forward and began brushing it from the roots to the tips. This time Paul actually pried his eyes away in order to stare at Marko. Did he just say what Paul thought he said?

"Boring? This is boring? Marko what did you smoke tonight man?" Paul asked in disbelief as he reached over and put his hand on Marko's forehead, checking to make sure that Marko was at the corpse dead temperature that he was supposed to be at. Marko swatted Paul's hand away as he growled softly to tell Paul to back off.

"Hey man, you might enjoy this kind of thing day in and day out but too much of a good thing isn't my really my thing." Marko scowled as Paul just blinked and continued to stare, unable to get over what he just heard from his best friend.

"What's gotten into you?" Paul asked as he frowned and looked back over to the woman who now had her back turned to them once again and was tying back her long hair. He stared for a few moments before a thought crept into his mind and no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on the naked broad in front of him, he just couldn't.

"Wait a minute…" Paul said to himself as he slowly looked over at Marko and then at the woman before his eyes rested on his best friend. "You're not tellin' me what I think you are?"

"What?" Marko said, not knowing what Paul was hinting at.

"You and I are on the same side here, right? You're not swinging off a different tree or anythin', are you?" Paul asked cautiously as he carefully looked Marko over as if to make sure that the guy in front of him was indeed his best friend and not some look-alike doppelganger.

"Oh Jesus Paul, what do you think!" Marko snapped when he got the meaning of Paul's words. Paul just raised his eyebrows and gave Marko an uncertain look.

"What am I supposed to think?" He asked, eyeing Marko's facial expression's closely to see if he could catch him lying.

"You're an idiot Paul do you know that?" Marko snorted in disgust as he turned away from his friend and looked through the branches as he quickly scanned the sky for any sign of the others.

"Hey man, don't change the subject. So are you?" Paul asked as he kept his full attention on his friend's profile. He knew he struck a nerve because he saw Marko tense up in anger. "Well? It's a simple yes or no answer man."

"Well the answer is no you fucktard! I am not gay so can you drop it already?" Marko snarled, his baby blues instantly taking on a bright orange/yellow shine as he flipped Paul the bird and started to work his way out of the tree branches. Right now he wanted to get as far away from Paul as he could before Paul said anything else to piss him off. All he asked for was a little advice and instead his best friend was getting homophobic on his ass. Sometimes Marko really wondered how he put up with the guy.

"Ok, ok man you're straight, I get it. But you know I won't say anythin', this conversation never happened." Paul said softly as he tried to defuse the situation. Instead of making things better, he only made them worse. Not able to take the stupidity any longer Marko turned around and slammed his fist as hard as he could into Paul's face and the force behind the punch was strong enough to knock Paul right off his perch. With a loud snap and crash which was instantly followed by a painful yelp, Paul landed flat on his face in the woman's backyard as Marko took off into the sky without looking back, silently fuming as he left his friend behind.

"What'd I say?" Paul muttered to himself as he gingerly touched his jaw where Marko had hit him. It was sore but not broken. Holding back a groan, Paul rolled onto his side and looked up at the tree to see if Marko was still in it but the branches was empty. The window, however, was not.

"'Sup babe?" Paul asked as he grinned slyly at the woman as she stared wide eyed and opened mouth down at Paul before she found her voice and screamed, crossing her arms over herself as she ducked out of the window and out of sight. Paul let out a wolf howl as he cackled to himself, his good mood quickly returning as he rolled to his feet and dusted himself off.

"Get out of here you jerk!" The woman screamed as her hairbrush was sent flying out the window and missed Paul by a few inches.

"What's the matter? You don't like standing ovations?" Paul asked as he sent an approving whistle her way and got a hairdryer in the chest for his troubles.

"I'm calling the cops!" The woman screamed as she slammed the window shut, locked it and then quickly drew the curtains. Paul just laughed and made a crass gesture before he turned and strolled away, whistling to himself. He wasn't too far from Fay's house so he decided to walk it in order to give Marko some time to cool off because in all honesty, he didn't want to get punched in the face again and if he knew Marko, that's exactly what that guy would do to him if given the chance.

Instead of walking on the sidewalk like a normal law-abiding citizen, Paul cut across lawns, hopped fences and crept through backyards, taking the shorter route and the one less traveled. One or two dogs picked up on his scent but Paul shut them up with a dangerous growl that sent the mutts cowering in the corner of their doghouses, so for the most part it was pretty uneventful. But then again this was Suburbia, the land of the Middle-Class. Nothing bad ever happened around here…until now that is. Only Paul could think up something so utterly disgusting in regards to a dead raccoon and a barbecue that when Mr. and Mrs. Smith woke up in the morning and looked out into their backyard, they would both vomit onto their morning papers.

Washing the evidence off his hands in a nearby neighbor's pool, Paul looked over his shoulder just in time to see Elvis slink out of the shadows and plod towards him, his fluffy tail trailing behind him on the grass.

"Hey little dude, how's it goin'?" Paul asked when Elvis rubbed himself against Paul's leg and meowed pitifully. "What? Figaro gangin' up on you again?" He asked as he picked up the cat and held him in one arm, scratching his head with his free hand. Elvis began to purr like a lawnmower as Paul carried him out of the backyard and headed down the street towards the corner of Alexandria Drive and Washstone Street. Even though Paul really wasn't much of a cat person, he didn't mind it when Elvis began to gnaw on a lock of his hair. He always thought that Elvis was the head-banger of cats due to the fact that he had never seen any cat snort a vast amount of cat-nip in less than a minute. That's right, snort. Elvis was just as much of a cat-nip junkie as Paul was a pot-head. So the kinship between the cat and the vampire was self-explanatory. Go figure.