A Baby With The Lost Boys

Prologue

3rd. Person pov

The Lost Boys were currently all sitting in the back of the video store with Max. " What do you want Max. You must have called us here for a reason now spill " David demanded getting annoyed with his sire " Fine. I want you four to give this to Sam, Michael's younger brother. He's been getting to close to those Frog brothers, and is staring to become a problem. But this will insure that he doesn't. Give it to him make sure he drinks it I don't care if you have to force it down his throat. And make sure that ounce it's in his system that you take him back to you boys' cave; we won't want anyone seeing what's going to happen " Max ordered his boys whole taking a small vile out of a box on a shelf. The boys all sighed, but nodded, taking the vile of liquid, and walking out the store.

Sam was sitting at a booth in dinner with a burger, fries, and a coke sitting in front of him, when four boys walked in. It was the four boys that his brother had been hanging around lately. He put his head down, and tried to become invisible, but that didn't help once two boys sat on the other side of the booth, with the dark haired one beside him, and the platinum blonde that seem to be the leader stood up at the end of the table. " Hello, Sam? Right? Heard a lot about you from your brother. Michael " David said " Look I don't know what my brother did that made you mad enough to drag me into it, but please. I'm sick of having to always fix my brothers screw ups, so whatever it is leave me out of it " Sam pretty much pleaded, but he was so busy saying that to David he didn't notice that Dywane had poured something into his drink. " Whoa, calm down little man " Paul laughed " We only want to talk " Marko told him with a Cheshire Cat smile " Ok " Sam said calming down a bit then continued eating.

It had been about thirty minutes since the Lost Boys started talking to Sam. To there surprise he wasn't that much different from Laddie the little boy that was like a baby brother to four of them, and a son to Dywane. " It's almost midnight. I got to get home or my mom will kill me " Sam told the four old males around him. Dywane let the boy out but Sam only got five steps before he collapsed. Before he could hit the ground Dywane had caught him then handed him to Marko to carry. They noticed that Sam had gotten smaller than when they had first started to talk to him.