Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own The Lost Boys, if I did, the gang wouldn't have died. I was inspired to write this after listening to Cry Little Sister, Bring Me the Disco King,and watching the first (and better) movie, so I hope you enjoy. P.S. this is an uber one-shot (short short short) I may write another story that leads up to this, but we'll see how this one flies first. Read, Review, and Spread the word.
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Two roars filled the cave as Sam, Edgar and Alan rushed towards the entrance, eager to escape the wrath of the surviving vampires. The first growl was obviously David, furious at the loss of his friend and brother. They had done nothing directly to the boys who took out Marko – Michael drank of his own free will. It was his choice, his choice, his choice!
The second was so filled with anguish, Sam stopped for a moment to listen. Had they made a mistake? Was it wrong to take the life of someone else?
Nah, they're dead anyway. Those Goddamn shit-sucking vampires deserve it! He thought as he and the Frog Brothers rushed back up the stairs, eluding a very angry David in the process.
"You're dead meat!"
You're dead meat!
You're dead meat!
You're dead meat!
The leader's threat reverberated off the walls of the cave as a heart wrenching sob came from the main roost of the nest. With one more quick and angry glance at the retreating backs of the young teens, David turned back to check on the others. Another sob reached his ears as he picked up his pace.
"Ah shit, little sister." He whispered at the sight that lay before him. Paul was doing his best to comfort Angela, who had become a member of their family a year and a half ago and Marko's lover nearly eleven months ago. She was weeping brokenly over Marko's patched up jacket, the only thing that was really left of him. Dwayne was in one of the corners, holding the stake with an iron grip.
"Those little shits, attacking us during the day, when we're weak . . ." David mumbled as Angela tightened her grip on the denim as if it were her life source. Slowly leaning down, the platinum blonde haired man put a comforting hand on her shoulder, forcing her to look at him.
"Angela, I promise you, we will avenge Marko – but we can't yet. As soon as the sun goes down we'll head out, and take care of this." She nodded, but didn't say anything. All she did was put on Marko's jacket, taking comfort in the memory of his presence, and left to cry herself to sleep. As soon as she was gone, Paul and Dwayne flanked David, wordlessly requesting their orders.
"Star and Laddie are gone, no doubt with Michael and his little, friends." He growled out, and the two betas eyed each other warily.
"As soon as night falls, we will track them down, and we will kill them all. Got that boys?" Paul and Dwayne nodded, and David smirked with sadistic pain.
"Good. Now, let's get some sleep." The two nodded again, and the three of them returned to sleep, the screams of Angela and Marko invading their dreams.
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David's eyes snapped open as soon as the sun disappeared over the horizon, and he released a hunter's grin and a feral growl. Paul and Dwayne were quick to follow their leader's awakening, each man dropping to the ground with a soft and graceful thump. They were expecting to sneak away without waking Angela, and so were surprised to find her already awake and sitting on the dried up fountain.
At the sound of their entrance, she looked up at them, but couldn't muster a smile. Her skin was paler than usual, and her eyes were empty, void of everything they once sparkled with. She was still wearing Marko's jacket, his dried blood across the chest glittering morbidly. Dwayne and Paul weren't able to voice anything, so they simply patted her shoulders reassuringly, before nodding to David and leaving the cave. David and Angela watched each other for some time, before he finally went to follow his beta warriors.
"I promise you, Angela, Marko's death will be avenged. I promise you." He vowed while they were back to back, and as he moved away, she finally spoke.
"David." Her voice was soft and raspy, but incredibly firm; he grunted in reply. She turned to look at him, and he was relieved to see a flaming determination in her eyes.
"I don't want just vengeance. I want you to find me the one who killed him, the one who plunged the stake – and bring me his head." It was definitely a command, and any other time he would have made her regret challenging his authority. But today was different. He would allow it this time.
"I will." With that, he began his accent up the stairs, but she stopped him once again.
"And David." He didn't turn around fully, simply looked over his shoulder. Though he could see her, so it was more than enough.
"Let there be blood." She ordered, and he nodded before taking off into the night after Paul and Dwayne.
Unfortunately, none of them knew how the night would end.
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