Disclaimer: So, this isn't the lead in to Bring Me His Head I thought it would be, but maybe you'll be happy with this instead. Now, one thing you may notice is that this is my own version of a sequel to the original Lost Boys, but I've changed the ending so that no one died in the first. Read, Review, and Spread the word.
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"I thought I told you to stay out of here." Max sneered out at the group of young men who had entered his shop. To anyone outside the intimate circle, it was simply a weak threat from an irate shop owner to a group of unruly delinquents. But to those who knew how to listen, it was a message.
Meet me out back.
"Now, boys; I know your parents."
Ten minutes, I have a job for you.
"Whatever old man."
Alright, we'll be there.
And so, the exchange happened with none the wiser; the four boys in their late teens left the video store, and Max returned to handing over control of the store to one of his best managers. He told the young woman that he had an urgent matter at home with his sons that he had to deal with, and she believed him without batting an eyelash.
Ten minutes later, in a dark and secluded part of the beach below the boardwalk, Max conferred with the Lost Boys over what he needed them to do.
"David, I want you and the boys to take a little trip." The men regarded him with mild interest, showing Max they were at least up to the idea.
"And, uh, just where would you like us to go?" David asked with his smooth voice. Max smirk in reply, before holding up four plane tickets, handing them over to the boys.
"I want you to head up to Oregon. Portland, to be precise, and check out some information I received. It's about Star and Michael." At the names, Marko absentmindedly rubbed his chest, Paul held a hand up to his face, and Dwayne just cringed. David growled, and nodded in acceptance of the order.
"Sure thing boss. What do you want us to do when we get there?" the other three were brought back into the conversation and out of their memories by David's voice. It had been twenty two years since the fight between the Lost Boys and the Emersons + the Frogs, but the reminiscence of the wounds still felt fresh.
"Go to the Lloyd Center, you can catch a max from the airport there. And don't worry about finding my informant; they'll come to you." They nodded, and turned to make their way towards the airport, only to be stopped a few feet from their bikes.
"Oh, and boys."
As if they were one, the four of them turned to face their Head Vampire, waiting to hear whatever he had to add.
"Bring coats."
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Bring coats. Bring coats. Of course he would say that.
Marko was inwardly fuming as he and his brothers waited for the max at the airport. Currently, it was raining as if the sky was trying to drown the world, and, even thought they were beneath the covering offered, they were still soaked to the bone. Sending a sidelong glance towards Paul, he was amused to find him cowering behind Dwayne's frame, as if the larger man could keep him dry. Dwayne, on the other hand, looked as if he would strangle Paul at any second – but that action would cause him to look and feel more like a wet rat than he already is. And David; well, David was simply standing there, accepting the pelting rain as if it were the moon's rays.
Typical David.
He was pulled from his observations by the sound of people murmur with relief at the sight of the approaching inner-city train. Sighing with relief, Marko smirked as David grabbed Dwayne and Paul by their shoulders, and pulled them onto the train, confident that his right hand man can follow on his own.
The four stood casually near the doors, not sure when their stop was – holding onto the handrails and watching all the late-night commuters. It was well after dusk on a Saturday, so there were only a few kids who thought they were badass, single working parents, and laborers with odd hours. Paul elbowed Marko in the side, then pointed to a kid in one of the seats, flicking a lighter open and closed, then lighting a piece of paper on fire. As soon as the flame stuck, the kid's mother whacked him in the back of the head, and stomped out the blaze. She then took the lighter and tossed it into her purse. The two men snickered at the sight, but stopped when David sent then a solid glare.
The rain had only increased in velocity as the sky grew darker despite the lights from shops. At one stop, Marko looked out the open doors to see what appeared to be a young woman in a suit-skirt running towards the train. He could hear the click of her heels clash with the pounding rain; her laughter, however soft, over the harsh clap of thunder.
"HOLD THE DOORS!" she shouted once she was within ear shot, and Marko was going to just ignore her to fend for herself, when something stopped him. For some unknown reason or another, he hit the button next to the doors, interrupting the woman's voice over the intercom.
"The doors are – Gateway and NE 99th Avenue. Doors to my left."
The woman was laughing by the time she hit home through the entry; but her lack of shoe traction, coupled with the slick rain and metal, forced her to slide straight into Marko's chest. Her laughter only increased as her inertia moved him backwards into Paul and Dwayne, who were in turn stopped by David. Looking over her shoulder, she watched the doors seal closed.
"The doors are closing." The automated voice chimed over the intercom, and the woman made a disbelieving noise.
"Pssh, no they're not." Turning back to Marko, she smiled sheepishly and pulled away from his chest.
"Whew, made it. I was sure I'd miss it." Her smile gave Marko a strange feeling in his stomach – almost like euphoria.
"You almost missed it again, Bekah." An older man sitting in one of the seats kiddy corner to where they stood muttered, and the woman turned her attention from the Lost Boys.
"Well, Mac, if it would stop leaving so early, maybe I wouldn't almost miss it." the lady now identified as Bekah shot back with a smirk, before going over to the seat nearest the boys, and slid off her very painful looking heels. She moaned with relief as she wiggled her pantyhose-clad toes, then fished through her purse to pull out a pack of Marlboros and a thin lighter in the design of a joker card.
"Anyone mind if I smoke?" she asked, and everyone shook their heads. She smiled and lit up, before returning her attention back to the four men. Only one of which was watching her. She pretended not to notice, and pulled out a pair of low-rise cons, beginning to tie them; but Paul certainly caught on.
"Marko." He whispered loud enough for her to hear as well.
"Polo." She said without looking up from the shoe she was on, but raised her orbs when she felt four pairs of eyes.
"Oh, you guys weren't playing Marco Polo, were you? My bad." She returned her attention to her shoe, not seeing the glare Marko sent Paul.
"You guys aren't from here, are you? I would know if you were because everyone on this train right now is a regular except for you four. I make it a point to know everyone one my rails or in my neighborhood. And I think I'd remember you boys." She explained rather long-windedly, using her right hand – which held the lit cigarette – to talk while she slid the pre-tied shoes on her feet. The pack of vampires eyed her warily, unsure of why she was talking to them. She paid their looks no mind, simply rung out her outrageously curly brown hair and tied it back into mid-head pigtails.
"So where're ya headed?" She inquired, and it took them a minute before they realized she was speaking to them. Paul, being the social and mature one, shoved Marko in the back so he could serve as emissary to the weird girl.
"Uh, Lloyd Center." He mumbled, and then added a smirk for effect so the boys wouldn't think he'd lost his suave touch. She smiled at him, taking a drag off her cancer stick and let the smoke escape her lips.
"Copasetic. Me too. My ride's there." She explained, her eyes glittering with mischief as she watched them in return.
"Lloyd Center and NE 11th Avenue. Doors to my right." The woman's voice rang out again, and Bekah stood, taking her shoes in one hand, and went for the door. As soon as they opened, she stepped out and spread her arms with her head back, taking in the cool, but probably toxic rain. She chuckled lightly, and Marko couldn't take his eyes off her as she spun around a few times, splashing in puddles and giggling like a maniac.
As she stopped and made her way towards the park, she finally turned back towards the group of boys who had also moved into the rain.
"I'm Rebekah!" She called out, before turning on her heel and taking off through the trees. Marko watched her retreating back, then turned to the smirking faces of his brothers.
"Well?" David prompted as Paul and Dwayne snickered. Marko eyed them with confusion.
"Well what?" Their leader smiled as Paul leaned forward while still using Dwayne as an arm rest.
"Well, are you gonna chase her or what?" Marko smiled, and looked to David, who nodded his approval. Marko let out a cheer, and spun on his heel to take after Rebekah, ignoring the all-out laughter from Dwayne and Paul that followed him.
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With his increased speed and enhanced sight, Marko was able to catch up with Rebekah relatively easily. And the fact that she had stopped running almost as soon as she was out of immediate sight of the max was also a minor help.
"You're lookin good just like a snake in the grass, one of these days you're gonna break your glass. Don't bring me down, no no no no no no no no, Ill tell you once more before I get off the floor. Don't bring me down." Marko was mildly surprised to find that the person singing E.L.O. was Rebekah. She was terribly off-key and probably tone deaf, but it sounded like she knew and didn't care. Sliding up to her side, Marko leaned into her.
"Marko." He muttered into her ear, and was reward with a chain of events.
"AHHHHH!"
Slip.
Grope for stability.
Find it.
Splash.
Marko ended up on his ass in a puddle on the slick pavement, Rebekah a tangled mass of limbs around his hips. She looked at him for a minute, panting and soaked, before she broke out into a grin and giggles.
"Polo." She said as she stood, and held out a hand for him to take. His hands were freezing, but she attributed that to the cold, wet, and typical Pacific Northwest weather.
"Clever. Marko is my name." He smirked, and she returned it as they shook hands in customary greeting.
"Nice to meet you Marko, I'm Rebekah." He laughed, and she found herself wanting to blush.
"I know." Her smirk grew impish as she let his hand drop from hers.
"Well, Smart-Ass-Marko, you followed me for a reason . . ." Before he could be quick to explain himself, she started pulling him back towards the max station.
"Wanna get some Voodoo?" He wasn't even allowed to answer, or tell her that his friends were still at the station and would no doubt tag along.
She probably knew anyways.
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