Disclaimer: I don't own The lost boys they are fully credited and owned by Wanner Bro's, the writers and producer.
Inspired by Miwaxx - Shackled who has given permission for the story to be adopted. It's not going to be a follow on unfortunately but I enjoyed the story so much that my imagination has been running wild with what if's, and this is the result.
Yes, I'm adding in a third person to the mix being the sister of Michael and Sam but it will explore how she copes after the movie if things went a little differently than planned.
Boundaries
The board walk was buzzing with night life, bright lights illuminated the walkways lulling me into a comfortable pace as I clutched my remaining resumes to my chest. Rock music drifted upwards from the beach concert and mashed hauntingly with the carnival tunes. To most it was loud and irritating, but I found it oddly soothing, the familiar sounds drew a parallel with my childhood memories and the good times my family once shared. It had been years since we visited Grandpa and now we would have to plant our own roots with one less family member. It was disheartening but a change that none of us could evade now the wheels had been set in motion.
Wondering along the store fronts I found myself observing the crowds, people watching was always an enjoyable pass time for me. My shy demeanor tended to cast me out of most social circles, something that I had struggled with throughout my eighteen years of life but I was quite happy to befriend the old worn out pages of my favorite books. Stopping at the beach railing beside a bench of giggling girls I drew my eyes up to the group they were ogling at. Three blonds and a brunette lounged around four motor bikes, their predatory eyes shadowed the crowd, they surveyed the passing people who seemed to avoid them. The men held an air of mystery about them. 'Obviously the trouble makers in the area', they seemed so at ease like they owned the place. Most folks steered clear of the group as they recognized, like I did, that these guys were dangerous. Turning back to the young girls near me I noticed their failed attempts to catch the attention of the small gang, they seemed so desperate for a chance to join that forbidden world. Their rather revealing clothes were a far cry from my own loose jumper and shorts. Even their high heels seemed out of place to an outsider but I knew from experience that this boardwalk held many different people from all walks of life. There were no fashion victims in this town only trend starters. My younger brother would fit right in.
Assessing the group again I could see the appeal, they were devilishly attractive in a roguish kind of way and every father's worst fear, 'definitely not my type'. At that moment the platinum blonds head shot up and our eyes locked. I could feel the atmosphere change around us as my vision tunneled, the rest of the world vanished. A cold breeze slithered up my arms and the icy trickle of fear crept along my exposed neck. Panic set in as my lungs ceased to function while my heart threatened to beat out of my chest. My body was frozen in place as he slowly drew himself up, like he was about to cross the distance between us. His face remained neutral in a completely inhuman way. I begged my limbs to move, my brain screamed for me to run. Being invisible was what I did best, and this guy, well he was like a demon crawling out of my nightmares. I had to leave. My eye sight darkened as a tall figure passed in front. Broken from the spell I pulled away blinking rapidly as the sounds of the boardwalk returned. My breathing was labored as I risked another glance up, the group was gone. The incident spooked me so much that I couldn't stop my body from quaking in fear.
Rushing away from the morbid memory I attempted to find my mother who had been looking for work just like I had been. Trying to put that frightening experience out of my mind was difficult as I hurried along the streets. I could see the newspaper articles now, new girl in town eaten alive by carnivorous bullies. That's if my body was ever found. After all this was the murder capital of the world. Spotting mom in the window of a busy video store I hurried towards the entrance. The sooner I got to her the quicker we could leave.
I slammed into something hard and fell, a pair of black boots came into view as my eyes shot open. "Gosh, I am so sorry, I…" dark obsidian eyes watched me with curiosity. It was the Native American from the group of bikers. My throat restricted with sheer terror as two of his fellow friends hauled me to my feet. I couldn't hear what the others were laughing about as I forced my head down. "S-sorry" I stuttered out before brushing past all four into the safety of the store.