Author's Note: Yay a new story! I got a request from lostboysfan8797 a while back to write this, she was nice enough to wait until I had finished exams before I got started on things, and I wanna thank her for giving me all these awesome ideas and letting me make them into a story :)
So this isn't my usual kind of story because an OC I have created isn't at the centre, this story's gonna be told through the characters we see in the film. The story itself is one of those "what would happen if Max's plan had worked?" ones, but it's going to run alongside what we see in the film along with some changes I'll throw in which will change the ending of the movie. The story will continue on past the ending of the film for a while, and until then I'll try not to bore anyone by just writing what happens in the film, I'm trying to put my own spin on as many things as possible. Each chapter will be from a different point of view, some chapters (like this one) have two POVs which may happen again later in the story, there are two in this chapter just to start things off.
Anyway enough from me, I hope you guys enjoy and please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys, any characters or storylines from the original film.
Lucy
"Are we nearly ready?" I called up the stairs, already knowing the likely answers.
"Yeah!" They both called back, although Sam didn't sound very confident. Michael's voice was strained as though he had tried to lift something heavy. Sure enough his shadow appeared in the doorway and with three boxes stacked in his arms, I hurried up the stairs to meet him.
"Honey let me help! You shouldn't have tried to take them down all at once." I scolded as I tried to take the top box, Michael turned so it was just out of my reach and shook his head.
"It's fine, mom. I got 'em." He said with a wink before continuing down the stairs, heading out the door to drop them in the trailer he had attached to my car earlier.
I shook my head with a smile before continuing up the stairs and heading towards Sam's room, hearing a sudden scuffle coming from his room although he had been sitting on the bed reading comic books and was now panicking as he heard me coming up the stairs.
My assumptions were proven right as I entered and saw him hastily throw random objects off the floor into a box, an expertly placed blanket on his bed that was obviously covering some comic books, although he must have draped it without much care as Nanook peeked out from under one corner, his eyes landing on me as I stood in the doorway.
"Ready to go?" I asked, Sam whirled round ready to tell me a lie when he saw my knowing look, his shoulders falling a little in a sigh as he realised it was futile.
"Almost. Just wanna make sure I didn't leave anything important." He confessed, a pang of guilt shot through my stomach. I couldn't afford to hire a moving van to drive the whole way to Santa Carla with us, even shipping stuff would only be possible when (or I should say if) I manage to get a job. Even at that, I'd probably have to ask their father to sort things and that wasn't a preferred option.
So the boys and I had a small trailer between us, only clothes and essential items could fit, Michael's bike already took up quite a bit of space. We could have packed things into every available space in my car also, but the ten-hour journey would be a long enough time to be stuck in the car even without having no space at all to move during that time. Plus I didn't want to push my luck, that car was prone to a breakdown at any time, I was just praying it made it the whole way.
"Have you got all your clothes and comics?" I asked, knowing they'd be the most important to Sam, ever since his dad bought him his first comic he was hooked, spending all his pocket money on all the issues he could. I suppose I should thank George for it, buying comic books meant Sam didn't spend his on candy to rot his teeth, which was a definite perk.
"Yeah." Said Sam, his eyes flicking to the blanket that covered his comics, the edge of one just peeking out from under the fabric but I pretended not to see.
"Well I wanna set off soon so try and be ready within the next half hour. Be careful where you set those posters so they don't get creased." I warned as I left, pointing to the rolled-up papers that also littered the floor.
The house was smaller than the one I had shared with George, but seeing as I didn't seek any financial support from him after the divorce I was forced to use what little savings I had for a deposit and a few months rent in a house in the town. We had only lived here a short while when our funds ran dry, I had been unable to find a job despite my best efforts. A newly-single mother with two sons and very little work experience other than the babysitting jobs from her youth didn't make an attractive employee.
After talking on the phone with dad one night and explaining that I had no other option, he agreed to let us move in with him. It felt like I was taking a step backward returning to the house I grew up in, but I had to remind myself that I had Sam and Michael to think of, they'd probably appreciate the large space dad's house provided, and Santa Carla did have some redeeming features such as the beach and the boardwalk I was sure they'd enjoy.
I checked my room for anything I may have forgotten to pack that I could still squeeze into the car, taking a few photos I had stored under the bed that used to sit on the fireplace in our old house, some extra bedding in case dad didn't keep any on the beds. I packed them all into a box and was just about to take it down when a knock came to my bedroom door.
"I can take that." Michael said, holding his arms out for the box.
I shook my head, "It's no problem sweetie. Sam could probably use more help than me, he should be finished packing about now."
"He is, we just finished packing all his stuff into the trailer."
I raised my eyebrows in surprise, thinking I must have taken longer packing these few things than I thought I had. I put the box back on my bed, holding my arms out to Michael for a hug. With a roll of his eyes he reluctantly stepped forward for me to wrap my arms around him.
"You gonna miss this place?"
He sighed and looked around before smiling at me, "Nope. From what I can remember Grandpa's place is pretty cool, I'm sure we'll like it there."
They hadn't seen dad's place since they were toddlers and mom was alive, I'm sure without her around to keep the place in check dad had made his own adjustments. The whole place would probably look like a taxidermist's nightmare.
"Of course you will. When we get into Santa Carla you can take your bike up the dirt roads that lead to the house if you want."
It would be a small compromise for him agreeing to drive the first five hours there, and it seemed to be a good enough for him as he grinned.
"That'd be great. I'll stick beside the car in case anything happens to it."
"Thanks honey. Shall we get going?"
He nodded and leaned around me to grab the box before I could object, leading the way out of my room and down the stairs. I let him go on out the door as I went to check everywhere was locked up, making sure I had both sets of keys. I had promised to drop them around to the realtor before we left, even though I was pretty sure they'd change the locks after we left. I looked around the sparse furniture as I left, most of it was part of the rental package, we had only dragged a few items from the old house here. They would be free to throw out anything we hadn't taken.
Oh well, I thought as I shut the door, I had my boys, and that was what mattered. As I walked down to the car I saw Michael staring at the house with a look that told me he really wouldn't miss it much, leaving the friends he had seemed to be the only thing bothering about him moving, and even when I tried to talk to him he shrugged it off, saying they would have all gone off to different colleges in a few years anyway.
Sam was in the backseat with his nose buried in a comic book, Nanook had his head stuck out the window with his tongue out, maybe he'd like the cool sea water and the huge fields around dad's place.
I slid into the passenger seat and unhooked the house keys from the car keys so I could give them to Michael, who turned the ignition on before glancing at me.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." I assured him, fixing a grin on my face. It was only when I had sat down and really thought about moving to Santa Carla that I realised the town might not be what it used to be when I was a kid. We didn't visit much, any time I pitched the idea to George he'd remind me of how busy he was, if we ever did get time for a holiday Santa Carla wasnt high on his list of places to go. One of the only times I remembered really seeing how the town had changed was when I was at my mother's funeral, I had offered to run errands into town such as buying food or picking up a suit for dad to wear, it was only then I noticed how many more missing posters there were around the place.
I hoped the town had changed since then.
David
After being what I am for so long, you'd think the thrills would wear off after a while. That maybe hunting wouldn't seem as exciting as it once was, blood wouldn't taste as good, or after a while I might wish I could age just a little bit to see what it's like.
Truth is, none of it really wears off. I'll never get tired to sinking my fangs into the throat of an unsuspecting victim and draining them dry, feeling myself grow stronger as they grow weaker. Being frozen in a state of eternal youth never disappoints, especially when you get to watch those you hate age horribly as you stay fresh-looking.
One of the best things to experience in this life, something that definitely has not gotten old, is seeing the look of terror in someone's eyes when they realise they drastically underestimated you. That you're not just some teenager they think they can look down their nose at, you're a blood-sucking monster and they're your next kill.
I live for those moments.
The overweight security guard arrived a little too late to our scuffle to be completely on-the-ball, there would have been all the time in the world to stab someone before he got over here. His nightstick wraps around my throat and pulls me out of the group, if only he knew this move doesn't make me any less able to kill him in a flash if I felt like it. Unfortunately there's just too many witnesses for me to be able to do that, so for the time being I just have to maintain the façade of a troublesome punk who was just itching to start a fight. He didn't know we had decided between us that tonight was the night to finally give those Surf Nazis what was coming to them, they had gotten just a little too big for their boots.
Most people avoid us, but every once in a while someone decides they're brave enough to face you, stupid enough to challenge you. It never lasts long, and usually their face is on a missing poster by the end of the week.
But as the guard uttered the words, "Told you to stay off the boardwalk." I felt my annoyance shift to a new target, and I decide the little shits in front of me can do for another night, right now there was only one person I really wanted to kill.
I looked to the others who are waiting silently for my signal, I know if I asked they'd rip everyone around us into pieces, but we have to be smart.
"Okay boys, let's go."
They didn't need me to say it again, and with a few stares at the group we had planned to drain dry tonight they stalked past me and dropped off the carousel. I tightened my hold on the guard's nightstick, he was getting a little cocky now that we appeared to be following his orders.
Finally he let me go, I stared at the group, a silent promise that this wasn't over. Then I shifted my gaze to the guard, who stared back evenly as though he was in any way superior to me. Big mistake, I walked away not looking back, my mind made up.
Behind me I hear him order the others off the boardwalk, but both groups know we won't be banned. This boardwalk is the only redeeming feature of this shitty town, and we wouldn't be kept away from it.
The carousel started again, and the stares we had attracted eventually go back to watching the bright lights and bobbing horses.
"What are we gonna do?" I hear Paul's voice in my head, even though he walks only a few feet ahead of me. It must have been obvious to the others that I had changed my mind over who I wanted killed tonight, I smirked before answering.
"Last minute change to the menu. We're having guard instead."
I hear chuckles float around my mind and know that they agree, so wordlessly we split up to amuse ourselves in different ways before the boardwalk closes. It's obvious the guard would be one of the last to leave, so all we have to do is wait.
With my spare time I check on Star to make sure she's behaving herself, she and Laddie are building sandcastles on the beach, taking breaks every so often to skip around in the waves. I don't join them, I know it'll bring her mood down if I do, and her genuine smiles are so rare nowadays that I feel generous enough to leave her alone.
It isn't long until the place starts winding down, the shutters on bars and stores go down and the people file out of the exits, I call to the others to meet up again and we wait as a group until the boardwalk is empty and calm, the main lights shut down. The guard walks lazily around checking the place.
We could have hit him then, jumped out from a corner and struck, but we decided to wait till he got to his car. I wanted him to feel like he was safe, and think he was about to go home, maybe to a wife or his mother's basement. It didn't really matter, he'd never get there.
As he walked across the car park we took to the air, getting closer and closer. The only car around just left, he's alone.
The faint whistle on the wind above him attracts his attention and he turns and sees us, and then he does what everyone always tries to do no matter how stupid and futile it is. He runs.
It's no use of course, we caught up before he even reached his car, his fingers gripping the handle and he tried to open it, but in his panic he forgets to unlock it. As I grabbed him I decided to show him just how unequal he is to me, taking the car door off which he still held like a lifeline till my teeth cut into his jugular. The others take bites and in a matter of seconds he's drained dry, he drops limply to the ground with a thud and lies there, the car door a few feet away dented badly from its fall.
With a nod to Dwayne and Paul they get to work cleaning up the mess, Dwayne grabs the keys and he and Paul take the car somewhere that's not easily found. Knowing Paul it would be going off the nearest cliff into the sea.
Marko landed and walked over to the guard, kicking one of his boots lightly, testing he was truly dead. Some of them manage to hold on maybe a minute or two, it's rare, but it happens. The guards head rolls to the side and his vacant stare happens to be pointed in my direction, his mouth still hanging open from his final cry.
I feel my fangs change back to the normal teeth that doesn't terrorise people with their appearance, my features morph back to normal and my eyes melt back to blue, the red haze that surrounded my vision for the past few minutes leaves my sight.
"So young." Marko sighs, turning to me with an expression of faux-pain. I snorted. It's true that if you think about it in terms of years I am ancient compared to the man in front of me, even if I don't look it.
Eventually he's disposed off as well as the car, Paul apparently managed to talk Dwayne into driving it off a cliff into deep water. Not even the tide going out would reveal it.
Soon he'd be another missing poster, but I doubted anyone would care. After seeing so many people's faces turn up on the boards and lampposts around the town over the years, people have grown to live with the fact that someone or something is picking them off like flies. There used to be articles strewn along the ground that conspired that there was a murderer about, people seemed to take the disappearances seriously and there was a crisis-feeling that the town's tourism it so desperately depended on would suffer. But after a while they seemed to grow used to it, learned to lived with it and just hoped they wouldn't be next.
The town hadn't changed at all.
