Author's Note: As stated in the story summary, this is a prequel to my first fic, the Lost Boys.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Lost Boys, the (canon) Emerson's, or Max, but everyone else is mine.
At 42-years-old and having practiced witchcraft for nearly the same amount of time, Sylvia Leroy was no stranger to people asking for her help. And certainly, she had seen worse cases than the bloodied mess of a man – if you could call him that – before her. But be that as it may, she never expected to see David Carter standing on her doorstep just an hour before dawn.
She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed defensively across her chest. "Well, this is an unpleasant surprise."
"I know it is." The blonde admitted. "Can we come in?"
Sylvia briefly took in the brunette vamp that David was relying on for support before turning back to David.
"No."
She went to close the door, but the brunette's hand shot out and stopped the door from moving.
"Look, David didn't give me many details, but I gathered enough to know that he fucked you over somehow really bad in the past and that's really shitty, but we've been traveling for the past week after going through hell and we need help. David says that you're the only one who can help us. So I'm begging you, can we please come in?"
Sylvia regarded the women coolly before sighing and stepping aside, simultaneously opening the door completely.
"Come in." She scowled as a Hell Hound trailed in after the couple but closed the door behind them. "A Hell Hound, really?"
"He'll behave." The female promised. "I'm Mattie, by the way. Mattie Emerson. And I really appreciate this."
Sylvia nodded. "I wish I could say it was a pleasure, but any friend of David's is likely to just cause me trouble."
Mattie looked taken aback by Sylvia's attitude and glanced at David for support.
David scowled. "Mattie has been a vampire for all of a month, Sylvia. Another plan of Max's. Her brother was supposed to be a first kill for the newest member of our clan, but Max changed his mind and decided he wanted to marry her mother which meant that Mattie and her two brothers had to become part of the family too." David leveled a look with the older woman. "Sound familiar?"
"Oh, Max and his plans." Sylvia sighed. "Where is the Man with Grandiose Plans?"
"Dead," David replied shortly.
Sylvia's eyes widened with surprise. "Dead?!"
"My brother killed him," Mattie explained when David's nod remained unfollowed up with an explanation. "Stopped the plan in its tracks. Too late for me, but at least my mom and brothers were okay."
"Good. The world doesn't need more vampires." There was a long pause, which Sylvia broke with a sigh. "Let's just get this out of the way. Where is Dwayne?" The cringe of pain from both Mattie and David did not go unnoticed by Sylvia and she frowned, her body filling with concern. "What?"
"He's dead, Sylvia," David said, his voice soft and his tone forlorn.
It had been twenty years since she had last seen the handsome Sioux and they had not parted on the best of terms, but Sylvia still felt her heart squeeze painfully when David uttered those words.
"Oh."
Author's Note: Now, this first bit isn't that long, but I wanted to test the waters, if you will, and see how the idea was received. So, if you like and want me to continue, let me know. Thanks for taking the time out to read!