Ok, so I know that this is short, but its supposed to be. This is my first fan fiction and I have chosen The Lost Boys to base it on. I do not own them, because if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't be writing about them to get my fantasies out. I only own Jade/Raya, and some of the plot lines. Please review, I want to know if I am doing the Boys any justice. Enjoy.

Prelude of Life

Santa Carla has been said to be the most desolate, cheap, and dangerous place in the world. Nicknamed by its patrons as the "Murder Capital of the World," Santa Carla is the most free spirited, accepting, new age coastal town in the country. Spelling death to the cautious and freedom to those who seek it, Santa Carla has many faces, wearing a different one for each new age. Those who live in Santa Carla appreciate its true wealth and understand it the best. As a haven for runaways, the lost and broken, the forgotten and misused, Santa Carla was heaven. To the ordinary outsider with that unique outlook of disdain, Santa Carla was the breeding grounds for hell.

Those seeking adventure and life found it in the night life. The crystalline beaches drew surf nazis and models looking for fame. The unfortunate souls that were born in Santa Carla grew up with the trends but rarely understood the basis behind them.

The crowd appearance varied with the times. The early morning was quietest. That's when you saw the higher clientele. The country club stock owners, mothers with their children, maybe someone walking the new puppy. Around noon, the younger teens started to show. They started their days earlier, and ended at about midnight before any of the serious partying began. At the classic times of about 4:30 to 5, the real parties started. The older teens(mainly 16-19) and "young adults"(20-26) started to come and the hell began. The main appeal of Santa Carla resided in the boardwalk. Small rides graced the wooden planks, attracting the crowds. Small novelty shops and diners that scoffed at the idea of any item not bathed in grease sat on the unsteady surface of the night life.

No one normal lived in Santa Carla. Kids with spiked hair dyed vibrant colors, leather jackets, piercing's, and various studded articles of clothing walked the boardwalk and fit in. No one noticed if you were by yourself, they were too caught up in themselves. They didn't care about your past, only how you were at that moment. The future didn't matter because they were living in the present and every night was to be had as if it was the last they might ever see. Darkness brooded over Santa Carla, but no one cared. It was a runaways dream.

Santa Carla was so glorious that no one payed attention to the thousands of missing posters. You disappear in Santa Carla, and you've dropped off the face of the planet. Someone disappears, no one pays attention and your parents will only weep for a short moment before moving on with the life that Santa Carla demanded.

Several gangs colored Santa Carla, the toughest of which everyone feared and longed to be a part of. Four boys, none older that 20 and the youngest of which looked about 17. They were the subject of every girls wet dreams and all the guys wanted to join them to prove that they were good enough for them. The epitome of Santa Carla, The Lost Boys reigned happily and rightfully, harvesting a dark secret that only made them all the more desirable.

"Welcome to Santa Carla. You'll leave if you lucky." David whispered in her ear years before she was of any consequence. Sending chills down her spine, David's voice tickled her ear as he spoke, breath on her neck Not from fear but from excitement the girls body shook slightly, only adding more to the pleasure David would receive from this. The wind howled, bringing a spray from the ocean to the edge of the boardwalk. A small gasp left her mouth as the spray hit her face. David smiled, feeling her shiver in his grasp. "Your life is meaningless, and no one cares for you. No one will hear your screams here." A voice rang out in the girls head as she smiled viciously. She knew what was coming and she was ready for it, wanted it even. No one heard her screams as David predicted. But no one heard his either.

Ok, so that was just kind of a prologue, sort of an intro into the actual story. Tell me how you liked it!

-Bloody Nightmares

An immortal life would become a burden when those you love die.