Hey Guys and Gals. This is a random Romance fic that my friend asked me to type, for her. The song I used in it is Don't let the sun go down on me by Roger Daltrey. It's the song after People are Strange on the credits of Lost Boys….coz I iz cool like dat.

Enjoy x

1987

I hate being a freshman. Especially at Santa Carla High School. I mean you would kick up a bit of a fuss when your family decide to drag you away from your nice quiet home in London all the way to California…to the murder capital of the bloody world!

I mean…the schools here are weird. I love the fact I get to wear my own clothes and that I get a single desk to myself in every lesson…but it's the kids.

No offence to any American people but….

There are 5 different types of kids at American schools.

The Jocks. [or cocks as I prefer to call them]

The popular OMFG kind of girls….who are usually hanging off the jocks.

The nerds….well what more can I say.

The Freshman…that's me….which is weird because I know this one kid who's 18…He moved from New York to Santa Carla when he was 13 and he is still counted as a Freshman. So basically I've got a stereotypical name for life….joy.

Oh, yeah..and then there's the weirdo's. The kind of kids who everyone keeps there distance from….but sometimes I just think that the weird kids choose to keep their distance from us.

My name is Dawn. Dawn Morning. ….some name huh? My parents were hippies. And I mean Vegetable rights and peace! - Kind of Hippies.

My Fathers name was Orion. My mothers name Was Andromeda. So they got the strange idea [probably when they were high] that if they had a kid…it would basically be two stars forming another [As Orion and Andromeda are stars] . And the suns a star…so they called me Dawn.

What a load of Hippie Baloney.

It is embarrassing when I'm the only kid with Hippie parents in the whole school.

Anyway…back to the weird kids. There are lots of them at my school. Like I said this is the Murder Capital of the world.

There are two main weird kids who everyone knows…but don't want to know…if you catch my drift.

They're both brothers I think.

Edgar and Alan Frog. [and I thought my name was bad]

They're both into that Supernatural kind of shit. I am to I guess, but only because it's something to read about. But they take It super seriously. As in…going out at night to hunt 'vampires'….

.I ask myself again…What was wrong with my house in England?

I would keep my distance from the Frog Brothers too…if they weren't so drop dead gorgeous.

Seriously…supernatural yumminess.

But enough with my 14 year old ramblings of cute guys with dog tags and army berets. [whoops just gave away which brother I like the most…Genius Dawn…pure genius -_- ]

I first noticed the strange things that happened at my school, when I started being followed [sadly not by either of the frogs.]

I was being tailed by this jock kid called Dustin Leroy. Tall…six pack…face of an Angel...

Not. My. Type. ….I am a not a popular girl…I'm not pretty either. So I concluded that it was just one of those stupid 'pick on the freshman' pranks again.

But there was something strange about Dustin Leroy. He was pale. Seriously pale. I mean surely the first thing a Californian Jock must have is a tan.

He wore his sunglasses in the school.

He always seemed to be late to school, but he was never told off as his father is the coach…six foot ten and full of muscles.

After a bout 3 days of being stalked by him, I had had enough.

"Look, mate." I said. Cringing at how my voice sounded. No-one had got used to my accent. The all thought I'd talk like the queen when really I talk like someone out of East Enders. Not that anyone in America would know what the hell that is anyway.

"I've just about had enough of this. Go stalk someone else you bloody plonker!"

I liked the reaction I got. A: because he pissed off and B: because 'plonker' is a very British insult and he probably didn't know what the hell I was on about.

I leant against the wall. And looked back at the piece of paper in my hand. It had my locker number…and the code. I had been trying to find my locker ever since my first day here!

But atlast I had found it. Number 392. I trooped over and tapped in the combination.

It swung open.

I emptied my bag. Shovelling all my study books, revision books and homework onto the shelves.

I heard someone tapping in there combination on the locker next to mine. I couldn't see their face as my locker door was covering it up. I looked down. And saw a pair of black, polished army boots.

That could only be one person.

No. Way!

I tucked the fringe of my boy short black hair behind my ear. And slowly closed my locker door.

Sure enough, Alan Frog was standing next to me, he wasn't looking at me though…he was taking some books out of his locker and was shovelling them into his army rucksack.

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye and nodded a greeting. My heart skipped a beat. [Damn Hormones]

I just smiled, and occupied myself by playing with my dangling earrings ,they were yellow and purple , hey This was the 80's.

The bell made me jump. All the kids began to rush to the front doors. I heard Alan sigh and mumble something about leaving his bus pass at home.

"Alan!" someone shouted. He turned and folded his arms. "What?"

"Would you move?"

It was Alan's elder brother. Edgar. Edgar Frog is the only boy I know who wears a red headband like Rambo. He has a temper like Rambo too. I'm always pretty sure he'll pull out a machine gun and start blasting us all for no reason.

"Alright I'm coming!...Jeezus" Alan grumbled slamming his locker shut. As he made his way to his brother, I zipped my bag up and headed in the opposite direction.

My hand brushed against his rucksack. I felt a sharp pain rush up my finger. I looked down, and saw some blood. My finger began to sting madly, I cursed…very loudly.

Alan turned and looked back at me. He saw my bleeding finger and cocked his head.

"You ok?"

It took me a while to realize that he was talking to me of all people.

"Um…yeah, I just pricked my finger on something." I muttered. Looking at my blood as It dropped to the floor.

I looked at his rucksack, trying to find what may have sliced my finger open. There was a sharp piece of wood sticking out of a side pocket. It was a Stake.

Maybe this guy really is weird.

He walked over to me and lifted my hand up. I got that tingly feeling in my stomach…but that might have just been the blood loss.

"that is quite nasty," He mumbled. "Sorry."

"Oh…that's ok." I smiled.

"You might want to get your Mom to take a look at that."

I nodded.

"Come on Already!" Edgar moaned.

"I gotta go." He muttered letting go of my hand. "I'll see you around the boardwalk."

"Um….ok…bye." I whispered. As he walked off with his brother.

I looked to my left. Dustin was pressed against the lockers. He was breathing heavily and he was looking at my bleeding finger oddly.

Wait a minute, did he just lick his lips?

Shaking my head, I just walked off.

I had to walk to my house, I t was on the outskirts of the Santa Carla Beach Boardwalk.

By the time I had reached the gates of the boardwalk it was dark. And the whole beach was slowly coming alive. Teenagers, families, tourists…anyone and everyone all started to parade around the boardwalk. In the distance I heard the screams of kids as the big dipper roller coaster plummeted towards the ground.

It took me a while to realise I was lost. Only I could manage to get lost on a night like this. Just my luck.

I was sure my house was somewhere near the old video shop, I took a left down a dark cramped street, but found it was a dead end.

"For gods sake." I hissed to myself. "I just want to go to bed." I turned and began to head back. But, to my pure horror, a boy was standing In the way.

My heart began to thump against my ribcage, like a prisoner trying to et of some cell.

You'd be scared too, wouldn't you? You're trapped in a dark alley by some stranger in the Murder Capital of the world.

He stepped forward. His breathing was ragged, he ran his hand across the wall, he walked towards me with a limp.

He took a deep breath.

"I've been watching you, Dawn."

"W-w-who are you?" I managed, pressing my back up against the wall.

"I've been watching you Dawn." He repeated, a little louder.

"What do you want?"

"You're really addictive Dawn…do you know that?"

I felt my bottom lip start to tremble. The hair on the back of my neck, stood on end.

"Every part of you…" the man said. "Is perfect…" He took another deep, ragged breath. "You're face…you're hair…you're body…you're voice."

The man leant forward, his face was suddenly lit up in the moonlight.

It was Dustin. Only It wasn't. His eyes were yellow, his face was almost transparent.

I shook my head wildly.

"Dustin, man…are you pissed or something." I whispered.

"You truly are beautiful, Dawn Morning." He grabbed my shoulders. And leant in close to me, so are noses were nearly touching. "Your perfect."

I tried to push him off, I tried to scream, but he clamped his hand over my mouth.

"You're so perfect." He said again. "…even you're blood is perfect."

My eyes widened. I saw blood splashed across his denim jacket, it was smudged across his face…and then I saw them. The two long slender fangs, just puncturing his bottom lip.

"I wanted you to be my first, kill…Dawn." He said. His breath stank…of god knows what.

"But you were always with somebody else…either with your friend Tina…or your brother, Ryan. ….I loved you…Dawn…I loved you like I never loved anyone else….And then you started romancing with the one guy I hate!" He slammed my back against the wall. I sobbed in pain.

"Whats so good about that son of a bitch , huh?" He growled. "He's a freak!"

I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"So in the end…I decided to go for someone else….I guess your gunna be alone for the rest of your life…"

I froze. Ryan.

I looked back at the blood smeared across his face. That blood was my brothers

"But his blood wasn't enough…he was a good kill I'll admit but nothing…nothing can compare to your blood, Dawn my darling. " He whispered in my ear.

He ran his fingers along my neck. I shuddered and closed my eyes.

This was a nightmare…one big nightmare. I'm going to wake up in a minute.

My scream echoed around the whole boardwalk as I felt his fangs puncture my neck. But I wasn't the only one screaming. Dustin was screaming too…his scream was high pitched, and un human.

He let me drop to the ground in a sobbing heap. Dustin looked down at himself, his hands clutching the stake that was protruding from his chest.

He started to thrash his head about madly, his screams getting higher and louder, until there was a loud squelch. And Dustin Leroy exploded over the walls.

I heard shouting around me. Someone crouched down in front of me.

"Are you ok?" Hands lifted my head up…"Shit!...Edgar…she's been bitten!"

Edgar scampered over to me. "Where?" Alan traced a finger gently over my neck. "there…you see it?"

"Shit…that's bad…we're in deep shit…I am not paying hospital Bills…not again!" Edgar grumbled

Alan wasn't listening . He placed a hand on my cheek. His other hand grabbed my wrist, he checked my pulse. He mumbled something to himself.

I'd never felt weaker in my life. I couldn't control my body. My hand slowly slipped down, until it rested in his. I seriously didn't mean to!

He stared at me for a few seconds before looking away, his cheeks were red.

"Come on, lets go." Edgar mumbled, getting to his feet.

Alan looked up at his brother in dismay, "Ed…I not leaving her."

If I was strong enough to squeal in a girly fashion…that so be one of those moments.

"She's nearly dead."

"Edgar!"

"What are you gunna do, take her to the hospital? And what are you gunna tell them, huh? Some Vampire ripped her neck out?...Do you want to end up in the mental institute again?...coz I don't….face it, Al, they won't believe you."

"Edgar, c'mon we've delt with neck injuries before…can't we do the same for her?"

"I am not taking that posh little British girly girl back to our house!..nuh- uh!"

Ooohh If I could punch him now…Girly girl?...who you calling Girly? -_-

"Edgar, c'mon look at her…she's terrified." Alan mumbled, looking back at me. I managed a small smile.

"She's dying…Alan."

"Ed…we're meant to be saving Santa Carla…not letting it die."

Edgar folded his arms. "For gods sakes, Alan…you don't even know her name."

Alan ignored him.

"Truth Justice…the American way…remember?"

Edgar bit his lip then looked away moodily.

"Fine." He said. "But I Ain't carrying her."

I woke up in a bedroom. My hand immediately went to my neck. I felt the roughness of some bandages.

"Hey she's awake." A voice said. It sounded oddly far away.

"I told you I could do neck injuries."

"Shut up, Alan."

I sat up shakily and rubbed my eyes.

Edgar and Alan Frog were standing in the doorway.

"You ok?" Alan mumbled, looking at the ground.

Edgar rolled his eyes and shot me a smile, before walking out of the room.

"Yeah…I guess." I managed, rubbing my neck."

"I um…I…never caught your name."

"It's…Dawn. Dawn Morning." I whispered.

"…oh…that's…nice." He babbled, looking at the wall.

I smiled a little bit.

He sat down at the foot of the bed, and looked at me. "You're probably really confused..."

"yeah…I've only been here for three days and already two men have hurt me."

"Two?" Alan frowned.

I gave him a small smile and held up my finger. He went red again. "I said I was sorry." He muttered, looking away awkwardly.

"Don't worry…I think saving my life is the best apology you can give…don't you think?" I smiled.

He smiled at me then. It was the first time I ever saw him smile…I think I got a crush on him all over again.

"I'm sorry about your brother."

I froze.

"Oh." I whispered. "I forgot."

"you know…my Mom's downstairs…she's can come comfort you..if you want."

"No I'm alright with just you." I smiled. But then froze. "T-t-that didn't come out right."

"Don't worry." He said running his fingers along his army beret. "I understand."

"My brother really is dead though…he won't come back as one of them…will he?"

Alan shook his head. "No. I wouldn't wish Vampirism on anybody….it's worse than death."

I nodded. "You know I thought that vampires wore capes and lived in Transylvania." I sniffed, wiping my eye…I had to get my mind of Ryan.

Alan shook his head again. "No…that's just Stoker messing with ya."

I felt the first couple of tears fall down my cheeks.

Alan gave me a typical I hate it when Girls cry sort of look.

"What am I gunna tell Mom?"

"Did you ever wonder why this is the murder capital of the world?"

I nodded slowly.

"that's the answer I'd give." Alan whispered. "You're neck ok?"

"painful." I whispered. "It hurts when I breathe"

"Sorry." He said. "I couldn't seal it properly…Edgar was bossing me around."

"No change there then." I muttered. Thanking him when he gave me a tissue.

"How do you put up with him?" I asked, blowing my nose.

Alan shrugged. "Dunno. He's my brother I guess. He's always looked after me."

I nodded. I looked over at the window, and realized to my delight, that it was a balcony. I shakily got to my feet and walked over.

"Hey, Careful!" Alan babbled taking my arm and supporting my back.

"Oh, sorry," I mumbled.

I leant against the balcony, and looked down at the Boardwalk below.

I heard the whoops and cheers of teenagers below as the danced around to a concert.

I knew the song.

I hummed along to it quietly to myself as my eyes scanned the boardwalk lights.

The Chorus of the song kicked in. And without knowing I began to sing it in hushed tones.

Don't let the sun, go down on me

Though I watch myself there's always someone else I see.

I just allow a fragment of your life to wonder free.

But losing everything is like the sun going down on me.

"You're a good singer…you know that?" Alan said, quietly, without making eye contact.

"Shit!" My hand covered my mouth. "Shit…I didn't know I was singing."

We were quiet for a few minutes , I looked down at the Boardwalk again.

"How many of them are there?"

Alan shrugged. "Who knows." He looked at me. "That's what me and Ed are here for…to stop them."

"is Frog your real last name?" I asked randomly. I had no idea where the hell that had come from."

" 'fraid so." He muttered. He looked back at me. "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing just reminded me of a story my dad used to tell me…"

"Let me guess….The Princess And The Frog?"

Blushing…I nodded.

"Thanks." He arched an eyebrow. "Thanks for that…really made my day." His voice was dripping with sarcasim and he was sneering a little bit.

"I didn't mean it like that… I –"

"I was only joking." Alan chuckled, rolling his eyes.

We were quiet again.

"Your names pretty cute, though." He blushed.

My heart skipped a beat and I hid a girly smile behind the collar of my jacket.

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"Well…I mean…its cute to me…"

I turned to face him, grinning at the fact he was now a deep crimson red. I could practically feel the embarrassment sweeping off him.

"go on." I smirked.

"Well….I spend everyday, fearing the night. Sitting there in classes absolutely terrified that this is my last day on earth.

I'm scared of the night….I always have been. I know what lerks around here…and it scares the shit outta me….but when the morning comes…and I wake up…still alive. I feel relieved…."

He paused for a minute as if contemplating if he should go on.

"And your name." he finally said. "Dawn Morning….reminds me of daylight…..when all the vampires rush away to there caves to hide. When I don't feel scared when I'm walking down the street…..Dawn is my favourite time of day. …." He took another awkward breath.

"Your name makes me feel safe."

For the first time in the history of ever…I loved my name.

"Alan…that's really sweet." I said. His voice made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Blame my Dad." Alan muttered. "He's the one that got me into this Hippie sentimental shit."

"Trust me." I frowned, edging a little closer. "I know how you feel."

"Are you sure your alright?"

I nodded.

"I mean, I want you to know that you can come to me if you need to…after school or something."

"Why can't I talk to you at School?...My Lockers right next to yours."

"I wouldn't want to ruin your reputation." He sighed, looking at his feet.

"Hah!" I laughed. "What reputation?"

"Your in the popular crowd….I'm a weirdo….F.Y.I…we don't mix."

"And yet you still saved my life….and no, I'm not in the popular crowd. I am a freshman and I'm bloody proud of it!"

"all the popular kids talk to you." Alan replied. "Kendra Mallory And Tina Jacobs….they all love you."

"Kendra Mallory is not popular." I said.

"The girl has 7 boyfriends. None of them care. She has one boyfriend for everyday of the week…..hows that not popular."

"There's a difference between being popular and being a slag, Alan." I giggled.

Alan shrugged. "I wouldn't know….but anyway…you ever want to talk, you can always stop by at the shop". He looked away before saying quickly "Or we could go out for some food…sometime."

I smiled. "I'd like that."

He looked back at me, and squeezed my hand. "I am sorry about your brother."

"It's alright, it's not your fault."

He squeezed my hand again. "I better walk you back to your house…."

"Ok." I nodded. He walked out of the room, I listened to his footsteps echoing down the hallway.

I looked up at the Stars,

"Ryan, buddy?" I said, hoping my brother was listening up there…somewhere.

"I think I'm gunna like It here."

I listened to the singer at the concert belt out the last words, before following Alan downstairs.

And losing everything, is like the sun going down on me.