A/N: Just a bit of a drabble. I don't know why it came to me, but it did. Please give it a chance. Thank you and enjoy!

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David stood by the window, silhouetted by the moonlight and took a drag on his cigarette. His eyes turned into the room when someone shifted, but they didn't move closer to him. He watched as the other occupant of the room rolled over in her sleep and snuggled deeper into the blankets.

He found it odd that it had taken decades upon decades to find a girl that he'd kill for, all wrapped in this broken bundle that he was now staring at. It was odd that he'd fallen for her at all. She wasn't what was expected of the girl that would capture his heart. But he loved her – that's what mattered.

Calli…

David looked at the black haired girl, seeing her expressions change though she didn't open her eyes. She always looked so troubled when she thought he wasn't looking, but was quick to smile when looking at him. He knew what plagued her, hated it, but could do nothing to change it.

His mind reached out to hers, not seeking to play games with her. Not tonight. It appeared she was having nightmares again. Of losing him, the Boys, all of the things she had gained when she moved to Santa Carla away from her abusive family.

Pulling his mind back away from hers, David sighed. Of course…she's dreaming about blood everywhere again…Fuck her dad for making her watch those damn movies.

He leaned his head back against the wall. If she can't get over these nightmares, how will she feel when she becomes someone's?

Because that was the ultimate goal. Turning her and making her one of the group, one of the undead. Untouched by time and all its cruelties. An eternity by his side.

But if she can't stop these nightmares at night and the hallucinations during the day…Max said not to turn a mentally ill human, but fuck him. She is more than a mentally ill human. She's mine.

David let out a little growl at the thought of his Master. He'd tried to keep that a secret when Calli was involved, but the girl saw right through him. She'd been able to come to the conclusion that the Boys had been turned by Max and that Max was an asshole with mommy issues.

Turn her now, Davie.

You just need a few drops of your blood, right?

Guys, he told us to leave him alone.

The voices of his Boys filled his head as he stood there. It would be so easy to turn Calli. A few drops of his blood swallowed down by her would make her half of what he was. Feeding for the first time would do the rest of the work. Then she would be his forever.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

Change her…

Make her yours…

David moved closer to the bed, his boots not making a sound on the thin carpet. His ice blue eyes remained locked on her pale form. She'd fit in just nicely as a vampire. She's already so pale as a human…

The leader of the Lost Boys pulled his cigarette from his lips as he stood over the bed and blew out a plume of smoke. His gums ached, but they always ached around humans. Even Calli.

No, especially Calli.

Her blood called to him and he wanted to devour her. Her very presence near him was a threat to her life. But still she remained. And he kept her around.

But I love her…and she's fading away so fast…David thought, eyeing the silver appearing amongst the black dyed strands of Calli's hair. We've known each other so long and I remain untouched while age takes away a little bit of her each moment.

David's hand clenched into a fist and his eyes narrowed. If he had known her sooner, he would have turned her and allowed her to feast upon her family as her first kill. After all, they deserved it. How could anyone lay a hand on her? How could they be so cruel to her? He'd kill anyone who dared try to now. In fact, he had.

Calli…

"David…" Calli whispered in her sleep, a tear sliding out from between her closed eyelids. "I'm – I'm sorry."

David's undead heart ached. Why was she sorry? She hadn't done anything. Yet, she constantly apologized to him and the Boys.

For merely existing sometimes.

David smoothed his hand over her forehead. He tried to soothe her through his touch. No matter how cold he was, she never shied away from him. She always leaned into his touch, lingered in every hug. He remembered her nervous giggles the first time they'd made love – he apparently had a cold dick and it felt strange inside her.

"Any dick inside of you will feel strange," he remembered saying to her. "You haven't experimented with sex or your body before. So yeah, expect your body to do weird things."

She had hit him then, blushing so bright red that he thought she would burst. The thought brought a small smile to his face, but that faded away.

Do it…

Turn her…

Make her one of us…

Calli sighed softly in her sleep and her heart skipped a beat. David could feel her waking, could sense it. She would probably be startled to see him there, long after the others had gone. He usually enjoyed creating a little surprise in her, getting her heart pumping faster was always a thrill.

As he watched, Calli's eyes opened and she looked up at him, blinking a few times. David held her gaze and watched as her nightmares retreated, becoming forgotten as she stared at him.

A small smile touched her lips and she pushed herself up into a sitting position. "David…"

David reached out and caressed her cheek, remaining silent. The girl didn't seem to mind. She simply leaned into his touch and sighed happily.

"What are you still doing here?" she asked after a moment. "Shouldn't you have gone hunting?"

I want to turn you, not hunt…not until I have you hunting by my side…

"Don't worry your pretty head about it, Calli," David told her softly.

She made a face for a moment. David couldn't believe that after all their years together, she still didn't believe him when he called her "pretty" or "beautiful". He had a feeling if he called her "sexy", she'd melt into a puddle. But that was how he saw her.

"David," Calli whispered, closing her hand over his. "Will you cuddle with me? I – I don't feel right."

David nodded and snubbed out his cigarette on his boot, throwing the remnants in her wastebasket. He moved onto the bed and gathered the girl up in his arms. She fit against him like she had been made for him and she giggled as his hand grazed her side. It was only he that had found her tickle spots, but he rarely touched them. David felt her heart beating against his side and tried to distract himself from it.

Change her…

Make her one of us…

Do it…

"David?" Calli whispered, sounding anxious.

"Yeah?"

"I had a nightmare about Max," she confessed, playing with the fabric of his shirt. "He came to get me and…ended me. There was so much blood and darkness…"

David pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Max isn't a threat. You're safe, love."

Calli snuggled closer to him. "I hate that guy."

"Who doesn't?"

The girl yawned. "The Widow Johnson?"

A spark of panic hit David at her words. She can't possibly know that! There's no way in hell.

"Don't worry about her either," David instructed, smoothing his hand up and down her back. "No one is going to touch you."

But he didn't know if he could make that promise. Not sincerely.

As much as he loved her, Calli wasn't that great at fighting. If she got caught in the middle of something, she was going to end up hurt. She needed to be prepared – no, she needed to be taught.

David listened as her breath evened out, her falling asleep in his arms again. The vampire looked up at the dark ceiling overhead and sighed. There was no way he could turn her yet. Maybe not for some time.

You're not ready, Calli…A single tear fell down the curve of his cheek. I'm sorry…

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A/N: I think I ended it poorly, but I'm kind of happy with how this turned out. For me starting with the barest hint of what I wanted from it, I think I did okay. Let me know what you think please. Thanks! -Scarlet