AN: This is my first Lost Boys Fanfic. I will try to update regularly and hope any readers enjoy :D.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Lost Boys
Prologue-
The Santa Carla boardwalk was my least favourite place on Earth.
It was always so crowded and loud. Floods of people streamed up and down, yelling to each other, cheering on the rare occasion that they managed to win something on a game or screaming as they rode the rollercoasters. The worst thing about all the noise was that it never ended; it just carried on all through the day and night.
Another reason why I hated the boardwalk so much was the people who- like my family- made a living there. Most of them were conmen, running games they knew no one could win. The man who ran the piercing stall had no training and just stuck a needle in whilst hoping for the best.
My earliest memory of the boardwalk was of first moving in to the comic book shop my parents had bought. I'd been seven years old and my parents had purchased the shop cheaply and decided to sell comics there. They were ex-hippies but still dressed like it was the sixties. The memory was of a night when we were stocking up the shelves with comic books, having moved into the shop only a week earlier and preparing to open for business for the first time the next day. My brothers- six year old Edgar and five year old Alan- had been carelessly chasing each other through the half stocked aisles under the careful watch of my mother. I had been sat near the door, listening to the alien commotion of the midday boardwalk. A family of four had been strolling along when one of the stall attendants- a young man with frizzy red hair- had yelled for the father to 'try and win his kids a toy' but the man had ignored him and walked on. The results of this were that the store holder had begun shouting words that I later discovered to be pretty vulgar profanity at him. My father had swept me up and carried me away from the door, telling me not to repeat anything I'd just heard.
That was back when my parents had actually cared enough about my brothers and I to keep an eye on us. For the first few years, they ran the comic book shop with a watchful eye but when I was twelve, they got back into drugs and from then spent every second either in bed or passed out behind the counter. Edgar, Alan and I had learned to run the shop pretty quickly: we had, after all, watched our parents do so for years.
Being the oldest had always made me feel more protective of my brothers so I tried to run the shop for as long as possible (even though Edgar and Alan clearly knew more about comics than I did). I lost my friends because I could never go out and have fun with them, but I didn't care; I had my brothers. We were always a team against the world. That was until I started spending time with some new 'friends'.
This new crowd was defiantly not the type that any normal parents would approve of but my parents didn't care what I did and I needed a break from being shut inside the comic book store, earning money for my parents. Maybe it was wrong to leave Edgar and Alan in charge of the store so much but they didn't seem to mind and I had a craving for the freedom that came with my new friends.
Until one night when everything had changed. Forever.
It was New Years Eve 1986 and I had met up with them on the beach under the boardwalk. They had been laughing about God knows what, sat on the back of their motorbikes and drinking some kind of cheap alcohol. David was sat proud and tall, the undisputed leader of the group. Star- a girl they'd taken in about a week after I'd started spending time with them- was sat behind him, sharing space on the motorbike. She looked a little out of place but I probably didn't blend in as well as I thought I did.
"Hey, guys!" I called to them, coming to a stop a few feet from the bikes.
"Hey, babe." Marko greeted, crossing the sand between his bike and me. He closed the distance between us and pulled me in for a kiss. A kiss that tasted mainly of beer and smoke but with a slightly metallic undertone I couldn't quite place. I hated kissing Marko but if it kept me in with the gang then I could force myself to bear it; it was a small price to pay for the thrill of being with them.
Marko had been the one to introduce me to his friends. I'd met him when I'd been wondering the boardwalk in August 1986. I'd just turned sixteen and decided I could take an odd night off for a late celebration of the birthday that had happened weeks earlier. I'd met Marko and he'd been nice enough, we spent crazy nights running around Santa Carla and he always found something interesting to do. In September he'd introduced me to his friends- and a week later Star- and then he'd changed. He'd started ignoring me, paying attention only when he wanted a kiss, a hand to hold or someone to show off in front of. I would have stopped hanging out with them but I enjoyed the freedom their company promised.
"Hi, Izzy." Star greeted.
"Hey, Star." I returned her greeting, grateful that I could escape from Marko's arms around my waist and give Star a hug.
"Hey, Izzy, we're going up to a new year party," Paul informed me, "Wanna come?"
"Sure." I shrugged.
We spent another hour or so wasting time on the beach and then we decided to go to the party. Once I'd mounted Marko's bike and felt him ignite the engine with life, I knew that it had been worth the wait they'd inflicted upon me. The wind in my face sent an adrenaline rush through my body and I felt free for the first time in weeks. I clung tighter to Marko as we rounded a corner and felt his long blonde hair brush my face. I had been slightly disappointed when we stopped but the party was in full swing.
"Come on." Marko instructed, snaking an arm around my waist.
We followed David and Dwayne inside, the six of us staying close together as we surveyed the atmosphere. People were drinking like there was no tomorrow, screaming as they jumped around on the dance floor. It was getting late and mothers dragged their overly excited kids towards the exit.
"See you at midnight, ladies." David said and he took off, becoming lost in the crowd within seconds.
"A dance, Isabelle?" Marko asked.
A surge of anger rushed through me at hearing my real name, "Do not call me Isabelle."
Marko chuckled, "Sorry."
"Come on, let's get a drink." I hear Dwayne mutter and he vanished with Paul and Marko.
I shared a look with Star, questioning how we'd ended up abandoned by all four boys. She smiled and dragged me onto the dance floor, letting the crowd swallow us up. That was how we passed the night and then made our way outside for the midnight fireworks display like David had instructed.
As the six of us stood under the night sky, with fireworks painting it like a canvas and the promise of a new year and a new start stretching out in front of us, I realised that maybe I could become close to these guys. I knew that this was the time for resolutions and I decided that I would put a fair amount of time into helping my brothers with the shop but would make sure I had some time for fun as well…
We returned to the beach after the party and I decided I should go home because it was well past two in the morning and Edgar and Alan would be worried.
"Hold on, Iz." Dwayne stopped me, "We've got something we want to show you girls."
"Okay, but make it quick." I sighed, thinking of home and my warm, cosy bed.
David handed Star a wine bottle that she took a sip of. When she passed it on to me, I took a sip and felt a strange sensation as the wine hit my tongue. It had a strange taste: not pleasant but not bad either.
"Okay?" I was getting confused, "I guess I'll see you guys soon."
"Izzy." David almost snapped and I stopped walking and retraced my footprints across the sand, "We have something to show you."
I was becoming more conscious of the time with every second that ticked by but sat down on the sand in between Star and Marko.
"We haven't been completely honest with you girls." David started, "You see, we're not what you think we are."
"What do you mean?" Star asked.
"You mean what are we, because once you feed you'll be just like us." David corrected her.
"Stop pissing about David." I snapped, "I have a home to go to."
"That wine, has changed you into one of us." David said.
Star was becoming visibly scared and I could feel my hands shaking but I tried to keep emotion out of my eyes as David looked at Dwayne for elaboration.
"We party all night, sleep all day and never grow old." Dwayne began, "And we never die… We're vampires."
"Are you drunk?" I demanded. They couldn't be serious.
Star screamed and I turned to see David staring at us. But it wasn't David, or not the David I was used to seeing. He had fangs that looked like they could do some serious damage and his eyes looked demonic. Everything was true.
I didn't have time to register my thoughts before I was on my feet and running up the beach but I didn't make it ten feet before Marko grabbed me around the waist and swung me into the sand. As I lay there, trapped in Marko's arms, the same thoughts rebounded in my head. I had spent the past five months of my life with monsters. The stories my brother so strongly believed in were true and I had been pulled into it. The prospects of a happy new year were gone, replaced by an endless tunnel of bleak uncertainty. David had said that Star and I would become like them and suddenly I knew what had been in that bottle. I knew what that strange metallic taste was in Marko's mouth… Blood.