Author's Note: Well here is a new fanfication about the Lost Boys. This one is a little darker then the others hopefully. Laddie never became human again after the boys dies and it is set in the year 2015. Please favourite and review

The cool breeze travelled through a pair of white satin curtains and into a young women's bedroom in a mansion based upon the Santa Carla Ridge which was one of the few that had granted planning permission deep within the Santa Carla mountain range, a good 100 or so miles from the busy beach and boardwalk. It suited the father and daughter who lived their as it was tranquil away from all the noise of the busy people on the boardwalk but also it was not to difficult to actually enter the boardwalk itself and all it had to offer.

Lying curled up under the covers was a viberant, young nineteen year old who was just starting her spring break from collage. Like most young adults or teens she was curled up and travelling through dreamlands many doors that were on offer to her.

"mmmmmph" I groaned fighting to open my eyes to the afternoon glow. Finally like most people who would rather spend the rest of their days cooped up under the covers but I decided to discipline myself and get my butt out of bed.

For thoses of you who have no idea who is talking to you or who I am. My name is Arial, Arial Salvatorea. My name comes from being named after my mother's favorite Disney film you can guess is The Little Mermaid while my second name is Salvatorea which was my mother's maiden name from Spain meaning Saviour.

Anyway my name is Arial Salvatorea. I have just turned nineteen with long black hair that ran past my shoulders. My skin is lightly tan due to my mothers origin being Spanish giving me a beautiful glow as my mother would say. I'm 5'4 with green eyes and an atheltic build due to how active I am. People who only know me in passing they would probally say that i am a spoiled rich princess which is just not true. While my parents were millionaries I did not just get handed what I wanted on a silver plate. If I wanted something I had to earn it which I consider the reason for me being grounded. I had a wonderful childhood.

My parents where the most loving but fair parents I could ask for . My dad is 6'2 with short brown hair and brown eyes. He was commonly seen in expensive suits being the chief exectative of Microsoft. He was a tough and determined man but had a playful side and a caring dedicated family man. He was the best dad and I loved him. Due to his job he was unfortunally away from home a lot. Which had become easier in the last year being that I was often at collage in San Fransico. His name was Thomas Baker Peters.

My mother was the most striking women. Her spanish origin was clear with her salo skin and black hair that turned heads everywhere she went. My dad often commented about how lucky he was that she went for him. She was the same height as me and I have often been told that I am the spitting image of my mum. Now most teenagers would humph and say that they don't but I considered it an honour. She loved nothing more then being at home with her family so much so that she worked from home as a journalist even though she didn't need to, taking care of me. I considered my mum more like a big sister to me then a mum as we would gush about boys and gossip that went around Santa Carla. She loved music and would happily dance the night away in my dad's arms. Her name was Stella, Stella Salvatorea Peters .

Back to me then. Having said I had more of less an idolic childhood. There were however cracks largely to begin with to do with my aunt Carrie who wanted me to stop as a kid being an active tomboy and become more lady like. She offered to pay for the tutation making my parents give in. The school was Santa Carla academy for Girls. A top private school who had a repatition for producing top class ladies. My time there proved to be hell as the other rich, stuck up bitches decided to pick on me as they got in into their heads that I was wealthier then them when my parents were paying just as much as theirs for my education. It started slowly by isolating me and then beginning with called me names like Slut and Whore. I just ignored then focusing on my studies since it was my last year there so I could get the hell out of their. Luckliy I didn't have to board so they couldn't get at me all the day and night but it quickly escalated as in the middle of the year a sweet, outgoing, popolaur guy decided to take an interest in me. Once they found out they changed from calling me names to actually beating me. Luckliy I had my boy to cry on but it had left some scars at which I am still dealing with.

His name was Daniel Wright and he was from the neightbouring academy for boys and was a gentlemen also with loads of money. He was kinda the boy that all the girls fawned over yet he had his eyes settled on me. In the beginning the relationship was like a fairytale romance as he would buy me gifts and listen to my problems as well as be my shoulder to cry on. My life at that time was perfect in my eyes and my parents. I was young, happy and doing well in school with a bright future ahead of me as hopefully a performing arts major however within a split second my life changed when I was dealt with a devastating blow that knocked the wind out of me.

My mum was diagnosed with lung cancer which I couldn't grapple as she was such a healthy women who never once placed a cigerrette to her lips and yet she was one of the unlucky ones who got this devastating diease. Yet despite the doctors saying she wouldn't live more then a few days when the diagnosis was confirmed she battled for four more months. Sadly her fighting spirit began to fail and a week before my finals she passed away with her loving family around her. It was a devastating blow that was very hard to handle. I somehow managed to do my exams and pass them.

By this point the relationship between Danny and I had soured as he didn't like how much time I was spending with my family through my mum's illness as well as wanting to know where i was and who i was with. I just told him I was done with him making him beg on his hands and knees for my forgiveness but knowing that this was controlling behaviour we were done. He quickly changed his tune and stormed out vowing to get me back making me a bit concerned. And I had a right to be as a mere two weeks after I called off the relationship I began to spot him at places where I was at and it didn't take me long to realise that he was stalking me. It got to the point where my dad confronted him demanding that he back off but he ignored my dad's wishes and told him that I was going to be with him.

Luckily during all this drama there was a shimmer of hope I had been excepted into San Francisco School of Performing Arts to study the course of my dreams performing arts. Due to the threat of Danny and given the fact that it was in a new place. My dad suggested moving a month before my first semester began to get used to the area and get settled as well as escapping Danny's clutches.

The school was amazing with both amazing students and facilities. I settled in straight away and made best friends for life as well as got the chance to put my creative mind to work. Throughout the semester we got up to all sorts of creative mayhem.

Right now as I sit up in bed fighting to wake up I have just spend the first night back in my bed in a long while. Since it was spring break I was home for a little bit before returning to collage. I decided to get lunch since it was after noon that I awoke from my slumber and go ride my beautiful Irish Sports Horse Nero.

Horses were something my mum and I shared a passion for and had helped me a lot through my mum's illness. Nero was always there for me when I needed him. I would often just talk to him and cry into his mane. He would just calmly stand there and listen to how much my life sucked at that time. Since he was stabled at home with my mum's horse Benjamin I could talk to him whenever I wanted. Nero is a 15.2hh pure bred Irish Sports Horse out of a Clover Hill mare called Diamond who my mum owned and Casiono Royale. Since Diamond died shortly after she foaled he was hand reared by us and we loved him to pieces. He was a cheeky but fearless jumper who would most likely jump the moon if it was low enough. I loved him with all my heart. Back before my mum got sick we would compete all the time throughout the season winning 90% of the classes we entered . Nero loved to do well and would buck happily after every round. After my mum passed he too along with her horse felt some sort of loss as they where at the back of their stall when I went to check on them the day after it happened and had their heads down. Together we clung to the memories and carried on. Nero is a stunning pure black with a white star on his forehead. He loved nothing more then carrots and cuddles.

As I made my way into the kitchen I decided to make some toast and have some salad with it as I was still not fully awake yet. Once breakfast or lunch as you could say was complete I went back upstairs and got changed into my riding gear. I guess you could say we lived in a mansion. As we did have plenty of space in our house with extra features like a games room and gaurage filled with many prized cars and a few motorbikes. One of which was mine. The house rested on about 30 acres of land and had woods at the back which I used to love playting in as a child. We had also built our own stables which allowed us to keep the horses at home as well as a large indoor arena complete with jumps. To me the house didn't seem that big.

As I arrived at our stable block I could see Nero whinning back at me with his head eagerly over his door.

"Hey boy" I whispered rubbing him behind the ears as I prepared to enter the stall. He moved back and let me in as I grabbed a body brush from the shelf next to the stable to brush him down with before I placed his tack on. He snorted as I brushed him for a black horse he sure was dirty as I brushed him dust and dirt started flying everywhere. Finally he was clean enough so I grabbed his tack and put it on him before grabbing my gear and leading him out. I decided to take him on a hack as we were both sick of going around in circles so we headed out. We first went up back through the woods. Galloping like mad and jumping all the logs and ditches in site before heading down the road. Towards the boardwalk. I knew that I couldn't take Nero on to it but I could go and visit my mum's grave so we headed there. By this point it was starting to get late and I could see the sun starting to set so I knew we wouldn't be spending long there.

The cemetery was on the outskirts of Santa Carla where many dead had come to rest. It had black gates with tall pillers on either side and a long wall, grey in colour going around it. There were hundreds of graves as back in the eighties Santa Carla was known as the murder capital of the world but that saying had long since rested thankfully. As I past the many tombstones i was well aware that many of the remains of the people inscribed on the tombstones had never been found, their families had just accepted that they were dead and set about remembering them. Since there was no one in site. They couldn't give out for me riding Nero through here. Finally we reached the little slot where my mum had come to rest. Nero put his head down as if to say 'I miss you' as I dismounted.

"I miss her to boy" I said patting his neck and going to sit beside her grave. We just sat there talking to her for a while, telling her everything that had happened. Since it was getting dark we decided to head home. However just as I mounted up I heard a soft cry. Nero's ears went forward and he nickered.

"What is it boy" I said as I hopped on his back. He started to lead me somewhere, closer to where the cries where coming from.

"Lead the way boy" I whispered. Nero then lead me deeper into the cemetery and over to the mausoleum section. The mausoleum section was where all the mausoleums rested. There was not that many only about six but resting there was also a line of doors that lead to small crypts. As we walked past the doors it was kind of errie. Finally Nero came to a halt in front of a large mausoleum on a hill.

The mausoleum looked like a mini gothic church with a big window at one end, a door at the side and lots of arches and spikes. However that wasn't what grabbed my attention. What grabbed my attention was a little boy curled up in the doorway of the tomb. He was shaking as he was crying so much. As I looked more closely at him I could see he was about seven years old with brown hair and a cute baby face. He was filthy and his clothes were torn. Nero came to a stop in front of him and being the good natured horse that he is proceeded to nudge the young boys gently. As expected the young boy peered up at him shocked, not expecting a horse in a place like this. I dismounted and slowly walked towards him. He backed away frightened when he sat eyes on me.

"It's okay I'm not going to hurt you" "My name is Arial and this is Nero" "What's yours?"

"Laddie" he whispered

"Well nice to meet you Laddie now what are you doing here"

"I want my brothers back". That lead me to conclude that his brothers had died and come to rest here and being as young as he was. He believed they would come back to life.

"Awe is this where your brothers now rest?"

"Yes and I want someone to bring them back if I can just find the book". I sighed as it hurt as I wanted nothing more then to bring my mum back but I knew it was impossible.

"I'm sorry Laddie but their at peace now"

"NO if we get the book we can resurrect them"

"That can't happen bud"

"It can" he shouted determined that he was right.

"Okay" I said not wanting to fight with him "Listen where are your folks"

"They died a long time ago and I ran away from Michael and Star as they were not treating me right" "I want my brothers"

"Where they your minders?"

"Yeah but they hated and neglected me so I ran away from Phoneix and came home". That shocked me as this little boys had travelled all the way from Arizona to here and my god that was a trek.

"Please don't bring me back to them and please help me restore my brothers"

"I promise I won't hand you back to them" as judging what he was telling me and his condition. Michael and Star were in no way capable of handling a child and he didn't deserve that.

"However I can't bring your brothers back bud their gone"

"No you can" he wailed

"Okay come on bud let's go back to mine and get you cleaned up and give you some food as you must be starving". He nodded and I gently beckoned him to come to me. He ran over and hugged me before looking up once again at Nero terrified.

"Awe don't worry Nero is a nice horsie here" I said lifting him up to Nero's eye level. Nero nickered softly and rubbed against him desperate for a rub. Cautiously Laddie placed his hand on Nero's muzzle and stroked him to which Nero whinnyed softly. I then placed Laddie up onto Nero's neck in front of the saddle and climbed back on before we started home. Luckily as we were making our way home Laddie seemed to be enjoying himself giggling and smiling each time we trotted a little bit.

Little did I know that meeting Laddie was going to change my life as I knew it.