I blinked and my life flashed before my eyes. It was rather truncated, skipping the years before I was a vampire and focusing specifically on the last year... more even the last months really. I kept waiting for the world to refocus, but I only saw the skipping images before me: when we'd met Star, taken her and Laddie in, initiated them into the Lost Boys.
Then there were images I did not know: A dark haired boy, bringing him to the Cave, initiation; a dark night on the railroad trestle. Then a strange house. A young blonde boy... no! Three young boys: two blonds and one dark. Blinding swirls of the lights from the Boardwalk.
My head ached but the images came faster. There was a hunt. The Surf Nazis ripped to shreds and burned on a bonfire by our hands. I felt my own mouth move giving an ultimatum to the dark haired boy Star seemed to like. Immense pain washed through each cell of my body as the young blond staked Marko. Our betrayal. Our pain. Our anger. I was shaking with the overwhelming emotion. My right hand burned, caught in the sun! NO! Not the sun! Then healing darkness. Revenge!
Blurry shapes, the dark haired boy again: punching me, throwing me around a room I'd never been in before. No! Not the sharp horns! NO! Not death!
Just as suddenly my eyes reopened and I was still sitting on my bike, exhaling smoke from my nostrils. I wasn't shaking, I wasn't angry, and I wasn't in pain. Odd. I had ceased to dream years and years before. The images dissolved from my minds' eye like shredded tissue, finally and utterly disappearing forever.