A/N: This is my first ever story sort of thing, I don't own the lost boys, just Alex Casp, her mom etc. Reviews are appreciated - they will help me a lot and they would encourage me to do another chapter, that is if the reviews are good. It's probably crap for a first, though I'll probably improve. Makes me feel a bit down though because I don't know many smart-ass words. :P Thanks, hope you enjoy it? :)

So Cold

Chapter One Tellin' a tale.

Usually, you'd see films about Vampires and mythological creatures and you'd just giggle and laugh at how ridiculous they were. But what you'd fail to realize, is that the impossible – is possible. I used to be like you, thinking that vampires weren't real, just an imagination. That was until I moved to Santa Carla and my life changed, forever. My name is Alexandra Casp, I'm 18 years old, my hair is black, and my eyes are brown. I have a pale complexion and I enjoy listening to a variety of music. When I had friends, I was nicknamed Andy, Al and Andra. Personally, I prefer Al. Guess I'll tell my story.

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I was in my room, sitting on my bed doodling in my sketch book what my late aunt Jesse gave me for my 18th Birthday, along with many other wonderful things. I lived with my mum, Amanda. My dad had died when I was 4, he was coming home from work and he was killed in a car accident, he was crossing the road and a careless driver took no note of the red light, nor of the person walking across the street. He was a good person, and he didn't deserve to die – I felt the same about my mother before she started to become an alcoholic and a druggie. From when my dad died, mum lost her job, that's when she started to turn to alcohol; it's only recently that she's turned to drugs. I don't care anymore about her, she can rot in hell for all I care – she doesn't give a damn about me and I her. From when I was 4, I had to look out for myself. I raided my mums' handbag for monkey so I could by food supplies, and then when I was old enough I got myself a paper round and bought myself some acid-washed skinny jeans, doc martens and a random shirt what I liked in a shop, oh and a jacket. I missed my dad; I used to feel safe in his arms. But I guess that now I'd have to be in his coffin to receive a hug – even then it wouldn't be very nice, horrid – but the truth. And due to the lack of motherly instincts, my mums' sister, my aunt Jesse took care of me by giving me money when I needed it, clothing and help when I needed it. She was like my mum, but then a few months after my birthday she died of a heart attack, I was getting fed up of my loved ones leaving me. I put my sketch pad down beside me and walked downstairs, my mum was laid down on the couch, bottle in hand, unconscious. I walked out to the front of the house and lit a cigarette, it's bad for you I know but I need some sort of stress reliever. I leaned back onto the wall and the postman came.

"Hey, Al. I have a letter for you today!"

"Me, a letter? Oh great, what's the news now – getting kicked out of the house?"

"Nah, looks more official."

I nodded and took a brown envelope, "Cheers, see you." He nodded and walked off.

I put my cigarette out and went inside, I went into the kitchen and put some juice in a cup; I wasn't a fan of coffee or tea, vodka and other such alcohol-related drinks were nice, but I definitely wasn't going to follow my mothers footprints, I could tell myself to stop drinking when I wanted. I opened the letter and there was an official stamp at the top. Underneath it said:

"To, the late Niece of Mrs. Jesse Carter, Alexandra Casp.

As you may know, Mrs. Jesse Carter passed away on the 19th June, this year. We understand that it is a difficult time for you right now, but Mrs. Carter has left a will, stating that a total of £14,329 is to given to you. A copy of the will is attached, please read it.

Thank you."

-'Dear my darling niece, if you're reading this, my time has come to and end – roaming this ball of wondrous mysteries, I know that you have had your father taken away from you – and now me, but do not feel as though it is the end of the world. I understand that your mother hasn't been the best parent in the world, and I understand that you want to get away as soon as possible. Therefore, as a request on my death bed, I would like for you to move away, you have a cousin in Santa Carla, remember – your cousin Harry, my son. He's only 20 years old and he will have a bed ready and waiting for you. Though I want you to be careful – Santa Carla is a rough place, people tend to… disappear. Though I am sure that you will be fine, being the strong young women you are.

I leave in your possession the sum of £14,329; do with it as you wish. And I also leave to you my family photos which I would like for you to take to harry. Have a wonderful life, my dear and make the most of it. Don't dread on the past – I had a good life and I'm sure that I will be with your father, in a good place. Take care.

Aunt Jesse. -

I smiled to myself, I loved my Aunt Jesse. And I was going to do what she told me. I rang the number what was at the bottom of the letter – to sort out arrangements for moving to Santa Carla and to sort out money and photo issues. After that was done it was agreed for me to set off tomorrow morning, so I had time to pack and pick up the things I needed. I stalked back up to my room and packed my bags, putting some more jeans in, some boots, a hoody, a zip-up hoody, and some other crap. I then shoved my sketch pad and pencils etc into my satchel bag. I went to bed straight away that night, waking up early in the morning – ready for a new beginning.