Star Light
Salt sea air drifted in through the fully rolled down car window, a light breeze that relieved the boiling heat of the day and played with Jezebel's raven black hair. The sound of seagulls and people nattering filled the air and swam in her mind, calmingly, and drowned out the sound of the distasteful humming of the radio that had been switched to a country and western station.
Santa Carla. Summer of 87. Two weeks before Jezebel's 16th birthday.
The decision to move to Santa Carla from Chicago had been made by her father earlier that year. An exciting new place, a clean new beginning, a larger home for the growing family. Her mother had given birth to Bobby, Jezebel's second little brother, a couple of months later and the deal had been sealed. They were moving to Santa Carla at the end of the school year and after Katie's, Jezebel's older sister, 17th birthday.
The car continued slowly down the crowded road, passing fair rides and attractions and the walking people. The sea and bench was out of site now, hidden behind the fair and a large collection of trees planted just behind. The sun beamed down on the world, smiling and warming everything with its bright glow, the sky was a deep blue, cloudless and empty. It was a beautiful day, a holiday resort, and the recipe for a wicked hot summer before starting a new school.
"Are we there yet?" asked the short blond haired, blue eyed Katie in a bored voice, patience long since evaporated. She, Jezebel and Tom were squashed in the back of the car with Bobby riding up front with mum and dad. The luggage was piled into a trailer behind them.
"Not far now. Crowded place isn't it?" Said dad happily. 12-year-old Thomas groaned. His soft overgrown brown hair was mused by the breeze and his dark eyes were bored.
"I heard from somebody at school at it's the death capital of the world. If all the corpses round her stood up they'd have one hell of a population problem," Tom said happily and the grin on Dad's face faded.
"Tom, we have told you about telling lies...how is Bobby going to learn when his 12 year old brother still hasn't grown out of it?" said Dad sternly. Tom groaned again but didn't back chat.
"Be cool if it was true though," said Jezebel softly. She never spoke very loud, but what Rom had said had caught her interest. Hopefully this town had something to do with the supernatural, something worth investigating.
"Jezebel Lucy Burton" said Mum with a scowl on her face," death is never cool" "No Mum of course it isn't" sighed Jezebel, looking to her curly red haired, green eyed, brown skinned mother. The green eyes were the only thing Jezebel had inherited from her parents and none of her siblings shared her features. Bobby had grey eyes and dark brown hair and was the spitting image of their father.
"Why do you always have to be so morbid?" asked Katie nastily. Jezebel blushed and shrugged.
They continued north, eventually leaving the main road and travelling down a bumpy narrow track through a small wooded area and out into a grassy deserted land with the see just beyond. The weather remained humid and pleasant with no threat of coldness of rain and there was no bickering in the car, everyone was glancing around eagerly, searching for a first look of their new home.
It was Tom who spotted it first.
"Look!" shouted Tom," Jus over there, two houses"
He pointed and they looked and Jezebel saw a patch of land with flat grass and fields. A few buildings were doted cross the land but she could see two main wooden houses surrounded by fences and trees. A truck was parked outside one of the houses and there were the black figures of people moving near one of the houses.
"The one on the left is ours," said Dad at the forked road, he took the one that led to the left house along an even bumper route.
As they neared the house, their future home, something changed suddenly. Jezebel's mind was swimming, confused thoughts ran amok in her brain and her eyes started to water annoyingly. She had one solid and unforgettable thought, that this wasn't safe, something was bad about this place and things were about to get even worse...
The feeling was gone, disappeared to be replaced with a feeling of sever confudlement. They had reached the house and the car was slowly to a stop. They all clambered out of the car the insane barking of their brown greyhound disturbing the silence. Jezebel looked up at the house afraid that the feeling of badness would return...but it didn't.
"Well this is it," sighed Dad and he pulled out a key from his pocket and led them up to the waiting house.
So what do you think? I love the Lost Boys film, one of the best vampire flicks ever, and I've always wanted to write a fanfic for it. Please review and thank for reading.
Salt sea air drifted in through the fully rolled down car window, a light breeze that relieved the boiling heat of the day and played with Jezebel's raven black hair. The sound of seagulls and people nattering filled the air and swam in her mind, calmingly, and drowned out the sound of the distasteful humming of the radio that had been switched to a country and western station.
Santa Carla. Summer of 87. Two weeks before Jezebel's 16th birthday.
The decision to move to Santa Carla from Chicago had been made by her father earlier that year. An exciting new place, a clean new beginning, a larger home for the growing family. Her mother had given birth to Bobby, Jezebel's second little brother, a couple of months later and the deal had been sealed. They were moving to Santa Carla at the end of the school year and after Katie's, Jezebel's older sister, 17th birthday.
The car continued slowly down the crowded road, passing fair rides and attractions and the walking people. The sea and bench was out of site now, hidden behind the fair and a large collection of trees planted just behind. The sun beamed down on the world, smiling and warming everything with its bright glow, the sky was a deep blue, cloudless and empty. It was a beautiful day, a holiday resort, and the recipe for a wicked hot summer before starting a new school.
"Are we there yet?" asked the short blond haired, blue eyed Katie in a bored voice, patience long since evaporated. She, Jezebel and Tom were squashed in the back of the car with Bobby riding up front with mum and dad. The luggage was piled into a trailer behind them.
"Not far now. Crowded place isn't it?" Said dad happily. 12-year-old Thomas groaned. His soft overgrown brown hair was mused by the breeze and his dark eyes were bored.
"I heard from somebody at school at it's the death capital of the world. If all the corpses round her stood up they'd have one hell of a population problem," Tom said happily and the grin on Dad's face faded.
"Tom, we have told you about telling lies...how is Bobby going to learn when his 12 year old brother still hasn't grown out of it?" said Dad sternly. Tom groaned again but didn't back chat.
"Be cool if it was true though," said Jezebel softly. She never spoke very loud, but what Rom had said had caught her interest. Hopefully this town had something to do with the supernatural, something worth investigating.
"Jezebel Lucy Burton" said Mum with a scowl on her face," death is never cool" "No Mum of course it isn't" sighed Jezebel, looking to her curly red haired, green eyed, brown skinned mother. The green eyes were the only thing Jezebel had inherited from her parents and none of her siblings shared her features. Bobby had grey eyes and dark brown hair and was the spitting image of their father.
"Why do you always have to be so morbid?" asked Katie nastily. Jezebel blushed and shrugged.
They continued north, eventually leaving the main road and travelling down a bumpy narrow track through a small wooded area and out into a grassy deserted land with the see just beyond. The weather remained humid and pleasant with no threat of coldness of rain and there was no bickering in the car, everyone was glancing around eagerly, searching for a first look of their new home.
It was Tom who spotted it first.
"Look!" shouted Tom," Jus over there, two houses"
He pointed and they looked and Jezebel saw a patch of land with flat grass and fields. A few buildings were doted cross the land but she could see two main wooden houses surrounded by fences and trees. A truck was parked outside one of the houses and there were the black figures of people moving near one of the houses.
"The one on the left is ours," said Dad at the forked road, he took the one that led to the left house along an even bumper route.
As they neared the house, their future home, something changed suddenly. Jezebel's mind was swimming, confused thoughts ran amok in her brain and her eyes started to water annoyingly. She had one solid and unforgettable thought, that this wasn't safe, something was bad about this place and things were about to get even worse...
The feeling was gone, disappeared to be replaced with a feeling of sever confudlement. They had reached the house and the car was slowly to a stop. They all clambered out of the car the insane barking of their brown greyhound disturbing the silence. Jezebel looked up at the house afraid that the feeling of badness would return...but it didn't.
"Well this is it," sighed Dad and he pulled out a key from his pocket and led them up to the waiting house.
So what do you think? I love the Lost Boys film, one of the best vampire flicks ever, and I've always wanted to write a fanfic for it. Please review and thank for reading.