Okay, don't know if this will work out, or continue, but we will see

The story is set in 1985, before the lost boys, so unfortunately no Lucy, Michael, Sam or Star

Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from my character Lola, and she's not real so I suppose I don't own her either.

The summer of 1984

The Santa Carla board walk was the place to be tonight, and I Lola, a new comer to this town, straight from Santa Monica, Los Angeles, is excited as I arrive, and gaze at the bright lights of the flashing signs and rides. I had just arrived in Santa Carla a couple of days ago, driving myself up in my 1975 Ford Mustang that I had gotten for my sixteenth birthday which was a couple of months ago. I arrived to my new house, admiring the beauty of the Victorian house. I had chosen my room, which was on the fourth story of the house, and was the only room up there. My parents weren't due to drive up for a couple more days, but until then, I was here alone. While listening to the radio, I found out that one of my favourite bands, Echo and the Bunnymen were playing tonight down at the Santa Carla Boardwalk, and that is how I found myself here.

I had put on my short leather black shorts, black sequined bustier top, and on top I had thrown on my light faded denim jacket, with denim tassels on the back. On my feet I had my red all star chuck Taylor converse. I wasn't really into the whole fluorescent spandex trend. Another trend that I would NEVER follow was the whole Whitney Huston looking perm haircut. Never, not even if I was paid to do so, instead my light brunette hair fell in wavy waves, almost messily down my back, far past my shoulder blades, but not quite reaching my waist. I'm considered tall for my age, standing at a height of five foot eleven, I am mainly so tall because my legs were extremely long, and slender, making me seem even taller. I have hazel eyes, framed with thick black lashes. My lips are full and have a strong cupid's bow. I won't lie, I look good, and I know it. After being teased for all of my school life about being fat, gapped toothed, and short, I got to prove all of those crappy peers wrong. At the age of 13 I got braces, it was a humiliating time, but two years later they were gone, and in result I had perfect teeth. I also grew seven inches in less than two years, causing all of my baby fat to shoot upwards, resulting in me looking great, and even doing a bit of modelling. I modeled for a few well known brands such as Levi, Nike, and Victoria's secret. I had made a bit of money, and could finally start buying things for myself, without having to rely on my father. My family had money, but I hated being one of those spoilt brat daughters, and was determined to make money for myself. After hearing that my father was retiring at the age or 45, claiming he had enough money to not work, he decided that he wanted a bit of a lifestyle change, and bought us a huge house in this town called Santa Carla. I was less than thrilled about the move, and had to give up my modelling, seeing as Los Angeles was too far away to travel 10 times a month, and told my agency that I would be leaving. I wasn't too upset about leaving my high-school, seeing as it was an all girls private school, because I would be going to a co-ed public school! Finally, some BOYS! I had never had a boyfriend, as all of the boys I knew in Los Angeles had always teased me, until I grew out of my ugly duckling phase, and refused to date any of them because they were all assholes. As a result of that I have never gotten first base, which I am totally ok with, because I refuse to be one of those 16 year old sluts that you come across often.

As I stepped onto the boardwalk it felt like I was stepping into my new life, everything felt stress-free and relaxed. I really had no clue where the concert was supposed to be being held, but I saw most people walking in one general direction, so I followed them. I have only been on the boardwalk for under a few minutes, but have already seen more freaks than I have in my life. Not even when I used to go for my runs along Venice beach did I encounter such strange looking people! All of the boys had fluorescent streaks in their hair, which was either long, or styled up into large Mohawks. They all seemed to have piercings of some sort on their faces, and each one of them seemed to be smoking a cigarette, or was it a joint? Ugh I don't know, I just know that I wouldn't put that sort of filth into my body. The girls were the same, poorly dressed as well. I got quite a few stares, and some whistles from hormonal teenage boys. I just put my head down and made my way to the crowd that was gathering near a stage about one hundred meters away.

As I was walking towards the crowd, I could hear a group of motorcycles coming from behind me. Looking over my shoulder I realized that everyone had gotten out of the way as the people on the bikes approached. I quickly moved to the right near the rail, only to have the four of them come to a stop a couple of meters behind me. As they parked their bikes I finally got to see some good looking guys! The guy closest to me was dressed in black; he had a black trench coat, and was wearing ripped black jeans, with military boots and a black t-shirt finishing his outfit. He also had white blonde hair; with a cigarette behind his hear. The next one was Native American looking, and wore only some dark navy jeans and a leather jacket, and once again military boots. I then looked over to the youngest looking guy, he had long curly blonde hair, and was wearing the coolest jacket I had ever seen, it was covered in colorful patches, and I desperately wanted it, underneath he was wearing a cropped white shirt. He also had military boots, and had jeans on with leather chaps, though not looking like a cowboy at all. The last guy had to be the most gorgeous boy I had ever come across. He had messy blonde hair, reminding me of the hairstyle that most rock stars these days have. He had a fishnet shirt on underneath and I could see his defined muscle through it, over it he had a black blazer like jacket, with one gold chain like object hanging on it. He also had tight white pants on, and black military boots. They must all buy their shoes from the same place. As I was checking him out, I didn't realize that he was also checking me out. I quickly made eye contact with him, and he chuckled and winked at me. Too startled and embarrassed to do anything else, I turned around and walked away, feeling self conscious and silently cursing myself for wearing these shorts. I made my way to the concert just as Echo and the Bunnymen started to perform.

Paul P.O.V

"Right boys, we're off to the boardwalk tonight!" I yelled throughout the cave as the others groggily made their way into the foyer. "Paul, we go to the boardwalk every night you tosser." Marko groaned, and I pulled the middle finger at him, only to have him throw a rock at me. I dodged it and began to walk around the outside of the fountain. "No shit, Marky, but Echo and the Bunnymen are performing tonight, and I want to leave soon so we have time to hunt before".

"Why do you want to go see them anyway Paul, all of their songs are shitty, apart from people are strange, and that's not even their own song" David moaned as he too came into the foyer, followed by Dwayne, who either didn't want to say anything about it, or frankly didn't give a shit. I was opting on the second option. "That is not true; they have a whole good album!" I protested, resulting in David just rolling his eyes. "Whatever Paulio, let's go then." And without further ado we hopped onto our bikes and went to go find someone to eat.

After half an hour of finding our victims, listening to them plead for their lives, and then finally killing them and discarding their bodies, we made our way onto the boardwalk. It was packed tonight obviously everyone had the same idea as me and wanted to come see the free concert. As we were coming to a stop near the railing of the boardwalk to park our bikes, I noticed a girl standing a couple of meters ahead, staring at us like we were the only normal people she had seen on the boardwalk all night. Which despite us all being immortal and having a craving for human blood, was probably true. There were some full on weirdo's in Santa Carla. As she looked at the guys I couldn't help but check her out. I rarely properly check girls out, and if I do, it's to see if they seem like a good meal. But with her I wasn't checking her out because I thought she might taste good, I was checking her out because she looked good, in fact she looked fan-fucking-tastic. She was wearing some nice little leather shorts, a sparkly bustier that showed off half of her tanned stomach, awesome denim jacket, and had on plain red converse. Her legs were so tanned and long, and she had such a beautiful face. Wow! Hang on second Paul, when do you EVER call a girl beautiful? Snap out of it dude! I quickly snapped out stare, and saw that the girl was looking at me. I chuckled and winked at her, hoping that she might come over and introduce herself or some shit, instead she blushed, turned around and walked away! I frowned, and the boys laughed, realizing that I had just been ditched. "Better luck next time right Paul?" Marko teased and slapped me on the back. "Shut your mouth curly fries" I growled back. Marko put his hands up in the hair in a surrendering motion "Sorry about it man, what's got you all worked up? She's just some chick." "Yea dude, but she was an extremely fine chick, and I could use a good lay" I replied. In all honesty I hadn't thought about sleeping with her, but I couldn't let them know that I was admiring how beautiful I thought she was! Damn it, there's that stupid word again. "Paul, do you really think someone as 'fine looking' as her would consider sleeping with you? I mean no offense dude but she seems like the type of girl to get with some preppy football playing jackass" David told me, while pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. "Yea well we'll see" And with that I left to go and try find this girl that I couldn't seem to get out of my head.

Throughout the whole concert, I kept trying to look for her, but with no success. I had pretty much missed the concert seeing as I wasn't paying attention to the awesome band on stage, but was trying to find some chick who I had seen for less than a minute! It had made me pretty pissed off, and I hoped that I didn't find her now, not with the mood I am currently in at the moment anyway. Making my way back to the bikes, I saw the hot dog and burger shop just up the road, and decided that I was in need of something junky, it wasn't like I gained weight from human food anyway. As I was exiting the boardwalk and walking up the road, I heard a sharp scream pierce through the air, quickly followed by a loud crashing. Very soon after, the scent of blood, a lot of it, reached my nose. Great, another meal for tonight I thought, and made my way over to where the crash was, no one was around so it seemed like a perfect opportunity. As I reached the crash I saw it was a nice looking Mercedes, which had steered into a wall, not before hitting someone though, as I saw a body lying on the ground, un-moving and unconscious, and covered in blood. As I moved closer to the body, I realised that it was the girl from the boardwalk! She was almost unrecognizable as she was covered in blood, cuts, bruises, and her leg was bent at an unnatural angle. "Holy shit!" Not this girl, anyone but this girl. I checked to see if she was still breathing, and sighed in relief when I heard a heartbeat, an unsteady one, but still there. I knew that if I didn't do something she was going to die, and for some reason I felt attached to her, I couldn't let her die. There was no way I was going to get her to a hospital in time; she would bleed to death, even if I could move at unnatural speeds. Acting purely on impulse, I dropped down onto my knees next to her mangled body. I bit into my wrist, drawing blood. I then gently picked up her body, and angled her head in the right position, I then proceeded to put my bleeding wrist to her mouth, and let the blood run down her throat. By doing this she would become a half vampire, and hopefully she would live, and her cuts and bruised would heal. After a couple of minutes of making sure she was swallowing the blood and not choking, I removed my wrist from her mouth, and licked my wound to stop it from bleeding anymore. I also re-broke her leg, so that it would heal in the right position, and even doing that, which would cause her pain, if she were conscious to feel it, was hard for me to do. It was like I could let nothing bad happen to her. All of a sudden her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped and looked up at me. "W-wha-what h-h-hap-p..." She was trying so hard to find her voice and speak, but she had just been hit by a car, even with my blood in her system, it was a miracle she is alive! "Shh, don't try and talk right now, just go to sleep, alright?" I said to her in a soft tone. She simply weakly nodded her head and then it fell back as she passed out again. I picked her up and flew back to the cave, deciding to get my bike later. I held her tightly to myself as I walked into the cave, and was met with the stares of disbelief from the three vampires sitting in the foyer. "What the fuck man? Is that the girl from the boardwalk? Why is she covered in blood, and why did you bring her here?" David yelled at me. "David, be quiet will ya? Let me put her down and I will explain everything."I explained. I walked over to the bed mattress that was surrounded by transparent curtain/sheets. It was covered in pillows and candles, and it was where we would let people crash, not that it happened often, or ever. I set her down carefully, and made sure lots of pillows supported her fragile head. I took off her shoes and blood soaked jacket and placed them next to the bed. I then made sure she was wrapped up in the blanket, so she wouldn't get cold. I lent down and kissed her head and closed the curtains around her, letting her sleep. I then turned back to the guys, ready to give them my story on why I had turned a girl whose name I did not know into a Half-ling, and bring her back home.

A/N: so there's the first chapter! I'm not entirely pleased with how it turned out, but promise the next chapters will be better. I am unsure of when I will update next, but if anyone wants to read this I will try to update the next chapter soon.