REWIEWS WANTED! This is the first book in a series dedicated to the lost boys. It is lengthy as I have a lot of ideas and plans for this story, plans that will stretch outside of Santa Carla concerning all of the characters involved.

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Welcome to the world across the ocean...

Chapter 1: Across the Ocean

ENGLAND 1975

No two un-identical twins have ever been so curious as Effie and Lottie. Their similarities were few and far between with their differences taking place on a whole new level of existence. Yet their bond was that created not in reality but in a different space where promises are soldered together; no matter how far they may roam from each other in life. Despite the trials they faced growing up, they faced it together. With only 28 seconds separating them in time and age, with Effie being the eldest, that was all that they would ever think could separate them.

They came from a curious little village in England, with nothing around them but wild and tumbling hills, with horses and spacious green land. Their home was small but their sense of adventure was big, as were their problems growing up. In a secluded cottage with no neighbours and few friends, they learnt to cope. They created stories and plays, fantasies that they would bring to life in their own room, tales of creatures in the night and dark figures at the window, dark figures with wings that would fly up to the stars and plummet back down to earth again. These fantasies offered escape from a dreary and desolate home life. Their mother, Tracey, try as she might, could never get away from their father. A truly deceitful and angry man who was scarcely around. She, too, would escape with stories, such as Bram Stoker's Dracula. It was this particular story that Effie found one day laying around under her mother's bedside table. She immediately brought the strange book to Lottie and so begun the fairy stories of their life. However, this tale would never be enough to account for their fathers abusive and cruel behaviour of their mother. They would crawl in bed together late at night, holding their little hands intertwined under the sheets. Effie would attempt to calm her sister with their stories.

"Lottie, the man with dark wings and sharp teeth who comes to the window at night will protect us."

Lottie didn't believe such a dark figure was good and that it would have benevolent intentions.

"Dark men with wings hurt people, Effie, not save them." Lottie said shaking. "I don't want to talk about that story."

Effie giggled, "What about the man in Mummy's book? Count Dracula? He tried to protect Mina?"

"That isn't the same. shut up. Dad is angry again." Lottie said starting to cry. Effie held her sister tighter.

"I don't understand why Mummy doesn't just run away from Dad." Effie said quietly. Effie was a very forward thinking child with a critical mind and keen sense of judgement, Effie's world was black and white, one or the other. Her younger twin did not seem to see the world the same.

"Because Mummy needs Dad. She doesn't go to work like Dad does." Lottie said to her blunt sister. Lottie was a child with a keen sense of sympathy. Her world was always made brighter with a happy perspective. She was quick to make peace and even more eager to see it maintained or her sensitive nature would be compromised.

"I think that if Mummy is really that unhappy she should run away no matter what. Maybe one day she will, Lottie." Effie said with hope.

SANTA CARLA 1985

An old, rusting sedan made it's way across the winding, rocky cliffs by the sea. The breeze and warmth was so far away from the dewy and quaint cottage that was once their home; it felt like a whole big adventure. Effie and Lottie sat in the back seat of the sedan in a world of their own whilst their mum sung oldies on the radio. Tracey was still new to the whole driving thing as she only got her licence a couple of months back. The sun was set high in the sky casting bright rays through the window of the car onto Effie's face. Her blue eyes were squinting against the curiosities around her, the town was fast approaching. Her face screwed with disdain for the heat and the new environment. Lottie was just as curious about Santa Carla but not so bitter towards the idea of their mother moving them away from England, as she understood her mother's reasons. Little could be said about understanding in the case of Effie.

"What do you think, girls? Doesn't that ocean just look beautiful! Look at the way it glitters underneath that sun. We didn't have that back at home did we?" Tracey said looking into the interior mirror of the car at her girls, hoping they would brighten up to the new prospects ahead of them. She saw Effie's eyes squint.

"It really is something," Effie huffed. Tracey sighed.

"Please drop this now, Elizabeth. Nothing can change, you know that. I needed to be away from that dreadful place and you know that we had nothing else in England. It was my dream to come here!" Tracey said with a little spirit left in her.

"A dream that we need to pay the price for," Effie blurted, "You could have at least included us on this decision, don't you think?"

Lottie shook her head knowing this was going to be another argument that she could not help. For months her sister and mum had been at odds over the move to America. However, she did feel a little left behind, as Effie did, in the decision to move so far away from what they knew.

"I know it's a big step, Elizabeth, but you haven't even given it a chance. It's beautiful out here and you love the beach. Charlotte doesn't enjoy the beach and you don't hear her complaining. Plus, I still have time left to take this chance and I will." Tracey said firmly, trying to hold back the tears and the memories of her ex husband.

Effie became more angry. "It was a selfish decision no matter which way you spin the story. Lottie and I only had one more year of school and we had friends! Instead we are moving to butt fuck no where anyone has ever heard of in this heat because of a stupid fucking dream you had as a kid! What did you leave behind that's so hard to let go of, because I know it's not dad." Tracey started crying. Lottie became extremely concerned now.

"Watch your language Elizabeth" was all Tracey could say before the tears came. Lottie elbowed her sister in the ribs hard, to show her she had gone too far.

"Mum," Lottie said calmly, "it is really hard for all of us and it was a decision you did keep us out of. But, I know why you needed to do this and I'm sure that once we settle in we will be fine. You can get used to anything really." Lottie put her hand on her mother's shoulder as the tears started calming. Effie just went back to looking out of the window, feeling more than guilty but never admitting it.

And there was the sign, thought Effie. The sign that indicated the arrival of more confusion and misery. WELCOME TO SANTA CARLA, it read. Effie's gaze locked onto the sign and followed it as the sedan drove past. Much to Effie's shock there was more to the sign on the back. MURDER CAPITAL OF THE WORLD, was plastered in bright red graffiti. Effie nudged her sister.

"Look at that sign," Effie whispered to Lottie. Lottie looked through the back window but they were too far away now as she didn't have her glasses on. Lottie looked uninterested and half hardheartedly asked what it said. And then Lottie was interested.

"Mum," Lottie asked, "didn't you say one of the reasons you moved us to Santa Carla was because the houses were so cheap and that because we didn't have a lot of money it was an opportunity we couldn't miss?"

Tracey looked through the interior mirror, eyes dry now. "Yes, it was a brilliant opportunity. One your sister doesn't seem to see the benefit of."

Lottie cast a worried look over the sea which abruptly disappeared behind various run down buildings and posts covered with pictures of missing children.

"To be honest mum," Lottie said, "sometimes I think that Effie has a keen sense of judging when a situation is going to be bad."

End of Chapter 1.