Memory Lane

Sam Pov

Sexual references and references to incest inside as well as bestiality and foul language

I don't own The Lost Boys, yadda, yadda, yadda, usual disclaimers

Severe Twilight bashing WILL ensue

Cris, Nicole, Aunt Jullian and other squeal(s) references will be toyed with at my digression ;}

Consider yourself warned. :}

It's been a long time since I been here, Santa Carlas' infamous boardwalk. Even more so at night. I felt like I was intruding, I knew whos' territory this belonged to and I had no doubt I'd run into them, but I was seeking them out anyway. This made me nervous, I'll never forgive them for what they did to my brother, how they finished the job my father started with tearing our family apart. I'll just have to tolerate them and pray they don't take a sudden interest in me.

" Relax, it'll be alright." Melony was rubbing my arm trying to calm me, but she didn't know and wouldn't understand and I was too chicken to tell her, not that she'd believe me. She only knew I was here to find my brother I've not seen since grandpas' funeral back in 1999.

" I want to go on the merry go round!" Kylie said tugging my sleeve. I wasn't so sure this was a good idea, bringing my family with me on this, but then I'd have to explain why they couldn't come with me.

" Mom can take you on the merry go round, daddy's' got someone to meet." I kneel in front of Kylie, she was only nine, my youngest, my oldest had ran off to ride some of the rides with her younger brother. My oldest was also mad at me for us moving out here after I lost my job and into grandpas' old house.

" I want you and mommy to. Please, please, please?" Kylie was tugging my shirt a bit hard and I had to give in.

" Alright, just for now, then it'll be just you and mommy for a little bit." I lucked out, she decides to agree. Kylie can be very stubborn.

20 minites latter i'm back walking around searching, Melony taking Kylia off to play a few games so that I'd not be constantly stopped to ride every ride. Sides I didn't want her having nightmares if we did run into them. The Baordwalk wasn't to much different than when I last seen it, a few changes here and there, but not much.

I head towards where I could remember always seeing them hang out, near the stairs down to the beach and it wasn't long till I saw a group of bikes, one stood out, a red one among the black and one so dark blue it looked almost black, except for the lights shone on the paint bringing it out. Had to be theirs, so it meant I'd not missed them or they had decided not to come out tonight.

With the knowledge they are here I become less sure of this, but still I walk around, they weren't far, I spot the bleached blond one, couldn't miss him from several miles away, ever without the mullet, but hair still spiky at the top. He seemed to favor long black trench coats still, all black, with that pale white skin and that white hair being a contrast. I couldn't remember his name, I really didn't care, I always thought of him as Satan in the flesh.

A little closer and I could see Mike, White hair had blocked by view, Mike was the one I had came out here to see after all this time, he still looked the same, leather jacket, this one had zippers were the pockets are. Hair still same, curly about shoulder length. Blue jeans, one leg had a ripp at the knee.

Behind Mike was the dark haired guy, darker skin, he had on a leather jacket, but no shirt and wore some Native American looking necklace of animals claws, likely fake. He was wearing black jeans. Next to him stood a red head, her hair cut in a crew cut, she wore boots like the guys and dressed all in black, black trench, almost like she was copying white hairs' style.

Up next to him was a blond, hair was long, except from what I could tell, it was shaved on the sides and in a pony tail. He wore a jacket, but it didn't look leather, black shirt, pale blue jeans with rips in the legs and I think I saw wrist bands. His arm was around a girl with long brown hair, black tight shorts and a black top, she seemed to like wrist bands too.

Last on the end was the curly haired blond. I didn't know his name, but I wouldn't ever forget that face, how something can look so innocent and so evil at the same time I don't know, but he pulled it off. There wasn't a mullet, hair was trimmed short. His jacket was colorful and looked like he had sewn on patches and pictures of half necked girls torn from something onto it. I don't think it was the same as the one I saw him wearing back then, something was different about it.

After looking them over for a few minutes I decided to get the nerve up to get their attention, they hadn't noticed me, but I was standing a little ways from them, now I move forward and clear my throat. " Hey Mike, you shit sucking ass hole." I'm asking myself if I wanted to die, I couldn't grantee Mike would realize it's me and that the blood sucking bastards will decide to ignore me like they used to. I know he's a killer, a monster like them, but threw it all, he still saw me as his little brother, but time and distance could have changed that sentiment.

Those that were near glace in shock and start moving away, putting distance between the guys at the railing and me, probably thinking I was someone that completely lost it and I figure maybe I have, as now all of them had turned to stare at me with this icy cold stare, including Mike. I swallow and close my eyes for a second praying I didn't just sign my death.

My eyes fly open as I'm pulled downward and an arm lock around my neck, putting me into a head lock. I start struggling not knowing who had me, until I felt my captors knuckles rubbing into the top of my head, effectively giving me a noogie. " Ah! let me go Mike, I'm not a kid." I might as well been thirteen all over again for all the good my struggles where.

" Says the dork who just called me a shit sucking ass hole. Don't care how old you are, you are still a little dork." Mikes' voice was the same as before, not touched by age just like his looks, forever a teenager of eighteen, not just looks, but personality wise also.

After a few minutes of severely embarrassing torment at the hands of my older, younger looking brother I'm freed to stand and reclaim my dignity and straighten my hair. Still I couldn't help but smile, it brought back some of the better memories and I kinda liked feeling like I was a kid again. I also felt a little smug, I couldn't help it, but I was, because I knew likely no other human could have walked up and said what I said to Mike and not pay for it latter.