Here's a new Lost Boys oneshot I cooked up one day. It's Star's thoughts as she watches Michael sleep. Takes place after the movie. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Genius Joel Schumacher owns The Lost Boys. I own the oneshots, songfics, poems, novellas and stories I cook up from time to time. The song lyrics for Do You Believe In Magic by Aly and AJ, Can You Feel the Love Tonight (End Title) by Elton John and Love Song for a Vampire by Annie Lennox, belong to their owners.

Do you believe in magic
In a young girl's heart
How the music can free her
whenever it starts

And it's magic
if the music is groovy
And it makes you feel happy

like an old time movie

I'll tell ya about the magic
It'll free your soul
but it's like trying to tell a stranger

about rock n roll

-Aly and AJ, Do You Believe In Magic


The moment I saw him, I smiled to myself – kind of a secret smile, if you will.

The brown hair and the dark brown orbs – he was full of mystery. Or rather, he was like a puzzle I wanted to solve, and a new one at that.

"What's your name?" he asked.

I ran a hand through my hair as I replied,


"Your parents, too, huh?" he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked. I had no idea what he meant.

"Ex-hippies," he explained. "I came this close to being called ‛Moonbeam' or ‛Moonchild'." A moment of silence passed between us. "I'm Michael," he said.

I played with the name in my brain for a bit. "Michael," I said, letting the word roll off my tongue. I instantly took a liking to the way it sounded. "Michael's great. I like Michael."

I smiled as I said this.

Then later on I remembered my own parents. They themselves were ex-hippies, so then I finally understood exactly what Michael meant.

There's a calm surrender to the rush of day
When the heat of the rolling wind can't be turned away
An enchanted moment, and it sees me through
It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you

And can you feel the love tonight
It is where we are
It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer
That we got this far

And can you feel the love tonight
I was laid to rest
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds
Believe the very best

For now, as I look down at Michael's face as he sleeps, I smile and wonder how I got to be so lucky in the first place. . .

Maybe Michael's little brother Sam reminded me of me from before.

Long ago, it seems so long ago, how young and innocent I was.


"Star! Star!" a young boy's voice called as he looked for his little sister – me.

I was five years of age. We were playing hide and seek. I had hid myself, and he had taken it upon himself to find me.

Of course, we were taking turns playing the game. That was how we were as brother and sister.

Of course, I giggled quietly to myself as I lay face down among the bushes (which weren't so prickly and such) outside the white two-story house we called home. Ever since I had learned what hide and seek was, I had taken it upon myself to learn how to play, and I did.

Of course, my six-year-old big brother, Evan, was very proud of me. We were different, however. He kept his feelings inside. I let my feelings out, as I felt that helped. He was outgoing. I was a bit shy.

I had brown hair and dark brown eyes. He had black hair and ocean blue eyes.

Of course, we still loved each other despite our differences.

All too soon, Evan found me, and we ran home. Luckily we made it back just in time for dinner.

**End of Flashback**

I smiled as I remembered my childhood. It seemed like such a long time ago at first. Now, however, I was able to remember it from the top of my head.

Maybe that was one of the best things that happened when you become human after being a half-vampire for so long. You start to regain your memories of your past. Maybe.

Or maybe something happens to the half-vampire in you, and it goes away and bugs someone else for a change.

I wouldn't know.

But then I remember what Michael had told me that one night.

"Because you care so much about me."

Maybe he's right. Maybe I do care about him.

After all, he has something that reminds me of me a bit – a family.

My, my, what a busy family. It seems to run so smoothly – like a well-oiled machine.

I then remembered one night where Michael and I talked about our families.

He revealed his happiness when his little brother was born, and then explained about the anger and sadness he felt when he listened to his parents fight and argue some nights.

Then he told me of how, finally, his parents' marriage crumbled to pieces right before his eyes.

I remembered how his eyes would glaze over with worry.

Then I remembered reaching over and telling him that it was OK now, and that everything was going to be fine.

Now, I look at him, and I now realize that the same holds true for me now.

After all, I have found a new love in Michael Emerson.

And he has found a new love in. . . me.

Come into these arms again
And lay your body down
The rhythm of this trembling heart
Is beating like a drum

It beats for you, it bleeds for you
It knows not how it sounds
For it is the drum of drums
It is the song of songs

Once I had the rarest rose
That ever deigned to bloom
Cruel winter chilled the bud
And stole my flower too soon

Oh loneliness
Oh hopelessness
To search the ends of time
For there is in all the world
No greater love than mine

Love O love O love
O love O love O love
O love still falls the rain
O love O love
O love O love O love
O love still falls the rain
Love O love O love
O love O love O love
O love be mine forever (be mine forever)
Love O love O love
O love O love O love
O love O love O love
O love O love O love

Let me be the only one
To keep you from the cold
Now the floor of heav'n is laid
With stars of brightest gold

They shine for you
They shine for you
They burn for all to see
Come into these arms again
And set this spirit free

-Annie Lennox, Love Song for a Vampire

Well, I hope you liked it as much as I loved writing it! (Dedicated to Reptilian Muse, Amour Mitternacht, and fire storm pixie. You guys encourage me so much. :) Thanks!)