I wrote this because I'm obsessed with the movie 'The Lost Boys' and I felt that there should be more fanfic about it. This has original characters in it, only because there are no people in the movie I could put the boys with (down with star). Read and review please.
Chapter 1
Jezabel let the wind run through her long, red-streaked hair as she pushed her bike up to it's final gear. She shot ahead of the rest of her gang, dodging traffic as she sped along the freeway.
"Slow the fuck down!" yelled Elizabeth from behind her, revving her bike to its full speed. "You know we can't keep up to your bloody bike!"
Jez smirked and let out a short, throaty laugh. She eased her bike back to the lower gears and fell back to the others.
"Damn British bikes" she heard Sherry mutter.
"Not my fault you guys have crappy American bikes Sher."
"Shut up both of you," Helen said, "we're almost there."
They all heard a giggled from behind them. "Can't wait! Santa Carla here we come!" yelled Catherine.
Jez smiled slightly at the youngest member, then focused her attention back to the road ahead of her. In the distance she could see the blinding lights of the boardwalk lighting up he black sky.
"Why are we going to this dirt town anyway? There are plenty of other places we could go."
"Because here it'll be like finding a needle in a haystack if anyone is looking for us Hel. Perfectly safe."
Hel snorted and glared at Jez's back. Tension grew between them. Elizabeth and Catherine shifted uncomfortably on their bikes.
"Is Demetri meeting us there?" Sher asked, trying to break the sounds of the monotonous droning of their engines.
"He said he'd be there in a week, maybe more. Something about stopping in L.A." Jez shrugged.
They drove in silence for the next hour. Slowly the blinding lights of the boardwalk came into view. Next to it they could see the beach stretch for miles to the side of it and the moon glinting off the ripples of the ocean. The continued to ride until they had gotten into the town, then they veered off to the beach. When they got there they all hopped off of their bikes. Everyone stretched and rubbed their sore muscles.
Jez closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the salty ocean air.
'Safe.'
Images flashed before her. Betrayal. Hurt. Their home being burned down. Them being chased to this god forsaken town.
Jez opened her eyes quickly and fought back tears. She hardened her face. She turned to her gang again, to find that Hel was looking at her with a slight smirk on her face.
"Aw, is our fearless leader crying?" she mocked.
Catherine shot her a cold look. "Shut up Hel, everyone one is depressed and your not helping so shut your trap."
Hel hissed at her and would have attacked if Elizabeth and Sherry hadn't closed around Catherine and growled at her. Hel looked at them with contempt but wisely didn't say anything.
Jez turned to face the boardwalk. "Watch out Santa Carla." She whispered.
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Chapter 1
Jezabel let the wind run through her long, red-streaked hair as she pushed her bike up to it's final gear. She shot ahead of the rest of her gang, dodging traffic as she sped along the freeway.
"Slow the fuck down!" yelled Elizabeth from behind her, revving her bike to its full speed. "You know we can't keep up to your bloody bike!"
Jez smirked and let out a short, throaty laugh. She eased her bike back to the lower gears and fell back to the others.
"Damn British bikes" she heard Sherry mutter.
"Not my fault you guys have crappy American bikes Sher."
"Shut up both of you," Helen said, "we're almost there."
They all heard a giggled from behind them. "Can't wait! Santa Carla here we come!" yelled Catherine.
Jez smiled slightly at the youngest member, then focused her attention back to the road ahead of her. In the distance she could see the blinding lights of the boardwalk lighting up he black sky.
"Why are we going to this dirt town anyway? There are plenty of other places we could go."
"Because here it'll be like finding a needle in a haystack if anyone is looking for us Hel. Perfectly safe."
Hel snorted and glared at Jez's back. Tension grew between them. Elizabeth and Catherine shifted uncomfortably on their bikes.
"Is Demetri meeting us there?" Sher asked, trying to break the sounds of the monotonous droning of their engines.
"He said he'd be there in a week, maybe more. Something about stopping in L.A." Jez shrugged.
They drove in silence for the next hour. Slowly the blinding lights of the boardwalk came into view. Next to it they could see the beach stretch for miles to the side of it and the moon glinting off the ripples of the ocean. The continued to ride until they had gotten into the town, then they veered off to the beach. When they got there they all hopped off of their bikes. Everyone stretched and rubbed their sore muscles.
Jez closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the salty ocean air.
'Safe.'
Images flashed before her. Betrayal. Hurt. Their home being burned down. Them being chased to this god forsaken town.
Jez opened her eyes quickly and fought back tears. She hardened her face. She turned to her gang again, to find that Hel was looking at her with a slight smirk on her face.
"Aw, is our fearless leader crying?" she mocked.
Catherine shot her a cold look. "Shut up Hel, everyone one is depressed and your not helping so shut your trap."
Hel hissed at her and would have attacked if Elizabeth and Sherry hadn't closed around Catherine and growled at her. Hel looked at them with contempt but wisely didn't say anything.
Jez turned to face the boardwalk. "Watch out Santa Carla." She whispered.
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