Chapter 1
Hey! So... this is a fanfic of one of my favourite films: The Lost Boys. Actually, I'd say it is deffinately my favourite vampire film of all time. I have been thinking about this story for quite a while and have finally decided to write it. I hope you like it :D xx
Disclaimer: I own nothing that appears in the film The Lost Boys, however I have the right to my OCs which shall appear with in this fic.
Enjoy, readers! xxx
"Mike, get your ass up here and help me with this stupid stuff." I shouted down the stairs, after almost falling down them while carrying a box that was almost as big as I was. That was not hard, really, as I was only 5"2 and of a very small frame. I was seventeen, so I doubted I would grow much more. I blame my mom, she was a very petite woman as well. My mom is also the reason my hair was blonde, but I liked that so I wouldn't say I 'blame' her, per se.
I heard a chuckle from the bottom of the stairs, and eventhough I couldn't see over the box I was holding I knew it was my older brother. I felt him take the box off me before he spoke, "Mom wants to leave in fifteen. How much more stuff have you got to bring down?" I watched as Michael turned with ease to look at me, holding the box that could have been my demise. I glared at the box, rather than him.
We were moving to a small town in California called Santa Carla, from our home in Phoenix. None of us wanted to move, but as our mom was so soft that she didn't even fight to keep the house after the divorce, we were forces to move their with our Grandpa. "I have three boxes left and two bags." I said, and watched as my brother rolled his blue eyes at me. I wasn't one for time keeping and he knew it.
"I'll send Sam up to help." He said before turning and calling to our younger brother. He was only fifteen, but still he towered over me. "Sam!" I watched as our younger brother stuck his head around the corner to see what was going on. "Help Erika bring her stuff down, please." He said, and Sam skipped up the stairs and past me into my room.
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We left the house ten minutes later than planned, and for that I lost my shotgun right. Now we were singing along (badly, I might add) to the radio as we approached the town that was set to be our new home. We drove past the 'Welcome to Santa Carla' board, but not before Sam, Mike and I saw what was written in red spray paint on the back: 'Murder capital of the world'. Brilliant(!) I thought to myself, sarcastically.
We pulled into the drive of our Grandpa's house, on the outskirts of the town. I hadn't been here since I was four and could barely remember what it was like. I looked around and I saw the vaguely familliar landscape. We got out of the car and mom walked over to where Gtandpa was lying on the floor - hopefully not dead. She leaned over him and was attempting to wake him. "He looks dead." Mike said, and I hit his chest. He pretended to be wounded before laughing.
"If he's dead, can we go back to Phoenix?" Sam asked. He was the one that was taking the move the hardest. Mom replied to him by giving him a look that said 'not a chance'.
"I was playing dead," Grandpa said, and sat up from his place on the ground. "And from what I heard, doing a damn good job too."
After we greeted our Grandpa, we began unloading the car. I walked in and screamed as I saw a lion that looked like it was about to attack me. I realised it wasn't alive when Mike and Sam began laughing at me. "Oh, shut up!" I said, but they seemed to laugh harder at me.
When they sobered up Mike seemed to claim a corner for his weights. He says he wants to keep in shape in case he ends up in a fight, but I know it is only because he thinks he will be able to attract girls easier if he has a six pack and biceps. "See, Sammy. It's not so bad." Mike said, after putting his stuff down.
"Yeah, if we're in Texas Chainsaw Massacre." He said, venom dripping from his word. I laughed at his comment.
"You've never even seen that movie." I said, "You almost cried from fear when we watched Dracula." Mike joined in on my laughing this time, as he remembered the memory. I guess it wasn't Sam's fault, he was only five at the time, while I was seven and Mike was eight. We decided to watch it when our dad rented it from the movie store. We weren't supposed to, but as kids you always to do stuff your not meant to. Unfortunately, it resulted in Mike and I getting grounded, and Sam had to sleep with our parents for the next three weeks, because he was so scared.
Sam shrugged me off before continuing. "What is wrong with this picture?" He asked, and I looked around to see what he was talking about, but nothing jumped out at me. "There's no tv!" He exclaimed, as though it was the end of the world.
"Oh, Lord!" I replied sarcastically. "Well, that's cool concidering I'm getting the biggest room!" I dropped the box I was holding and propelled out the door, with my brothers hot on my tail. I opened the first door I got to, and for once lady luck was on my side. It was the biggest room and I could see it had its own bathroom. I turned and saw Mike and Sam looking at the room in awe. "Mine." I said before shutting the door in their faces.
They scrabbled about upstairs for a while, and I could hear them arguing over the second biggest room. I walked out of the room when I was sure they had picked their rooms, so they would not steal mine. I plodded down the stairs to see my mom in the kitchen with Grandpa. "Hey." I walked over to the refridgerator to get a drink.
When I opened it grandpa spoke up, "Second self is mine. Don't touch it." He said. I lifted the sign that said 'Old Fart'.
"Come one, Grandpa. Can't I have a rootbeer?" I asked with puppy dog eyes, which I knew no one could refuse. I watched him give an exasperated sigh before he nodded. I grabbed two and gave one to grandpa before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Honey," My mom said. "I'm taking the boys to the boardwalk tonight. You want to come? I need to look for a job, but I'm sure there will be people your age." I smiled at her and nodded.
"Yeah, sounds like fun." I said before walking to the living room and plonking myself between my two brothers, who both looked at my rootbeer with amazement. I leaned to Michael and ruffled his hair, "I think you need to brush it before we go out tonight." He looked at me like I had gone insane. His mess of brown curls were his trademark and he never brushed them. It amazed me he ever washed them!
"Are you going to change, or you starting a new fashion trend?" He asked me, looking at my legginings and oversized sweater. When I got dressed that morning I wanted comfort not style, concidering I had to sit in a car for hours.
"I think I can pull this look off, don't you?" I asked standing and spinning, and we all began laughing.
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We got to the boardwalk at nine. We would have got there earlier, but I was running late - as per usual.
It was so cool! There was lights coming from the awesome carnival and I could smell all types of funfair food. I could get used to this. I looked over at the rollercoaster marked 'The Giant Dipper', and made a mental note to go on it at some point in the future.
Mike and Sam decided to go to listen to some band play on the beach after we had had some pizza. "Not really my type of music. I think I'm going to walk around a bit and then find mom. See you later" I said, and walked in the opposite direction from where I could hear the saxophone playing on the beach.
I was not watching where I was going, when I suddenly ran into someone. "I am so sorry!" I said trying to steady the girl I had almost knocked to the floor. She just smiled, her perfect teeth gleaming. Her red hair was straight down her back and came to her hips. Her eyes were a muddy colour and they were accented by the freckled dotting her nose.
"It's ok." She said, "I'm Cindy." She held out her hand and I took it.
"Erika." We were sitting and talking about how I just got to Santa Carla, when a girl aproached us with ice cream. She promptly gave one to Cindy before sitting down with her own.
"Sorry, I would have got another one if I knew." She looked appologetically at me.
"It's ok" I said with a smile, "I'm Erika." We shook hands.
"I'm Maddie." Her green eyes pertruded from under her thick dark lashes, making her plain face more beautiful. Her hair was almost as messy as Michael's, and was the same mousey colour.
"Erika just moved here from Phoenix." Cindy told Maddie.
"Ahh, that's cool, but why would you move here? You know it's the murder capital of the world!" She said overly dramatically, before she bagan laughing.
"I've been told. My mom and dad got divorce so we're living with our Grandpa." I looked at my watch and saw that I should find my mom. "I've got to go, guys. But I think we should meet up again." I said, not ready to lose contact with the first people I had met here.
"Yeah." Maddie said, "We'll be here Tuesday at about eight, if you want to meet up then? Here?" She asked. I didn't know the boardwalk well enough to suggest anywhere else.
"Sure. Sounds good. See you then." I walked off to find my mother.
It didn't take long, and soon I saw her talking to a little boy who looked positively lost. I saw her walk in to a video store and followed her in. She hadn't seen me as she was talking to a guy, who's name tag said 'Max'.
I walked and looked in the horror section. I skimmed over the titles before picking up one that caught my eye. Dracula. It was funny that we were talking about this earlier. Suddenly, I felt someone touch my neck. I spun and came face to face with an extreamly handsome boy... man... boy-man. Well, I say face to face, it was more like face to chest, as the top of my head only just reached his mouth which was curled up into a grin as he leered over me. His hair was bleached blonde, and styled to be spikey on top and a mullet at the back. He was wearing all black. Black coat, black shirt, black pants, black boots, black gloves. It was summer in California, so I have no idea why he was wearing leather gloves. Despite this he was still extreamly alluring.
"That's one of my favourites." He said. I was utterly confused, and it must have shown on my face, because he signaled to the tape I was still holding.
I laughed at my own stupidity, "Oh, yeah... Mine too." I said. I was getting nervous, because of the way this guy was looking at me. It was as though I was his prey. He smirked as though he knew exactly what I was thinking.
Before he could say anything else the Max guy spoke, "I told you not to come in here anymore." He said to mr peroxide infront of me, who glanced at Max before smiling at me and leaving. I watched as three other boys followed him out, each giving me and smirk of their own.
"Oh, Max. This is my daughter Erika." I heard my mom say, and it bought me out of staring at the leather clad guys that were walking down the boardwalk. I smiled at the man behind the counter, to which he smiled right back. "Max and I were talking jobs. Where's Sam and Michael?"
"They were going to listen to some band play. I told them I'd meet them later." I said, forgetting about the blonde guy. "Actually, I think the concert is over now. I might wonder back and see if I can find them. You want to meet back here or at the car?" I asked my mom.
"The car, please." I began walking to find my sibblings. I saw Mike's curly hair making its way over to the carousel, and I began weaving through the crowd towards it. I caught up and watched my eldest brother attempt to follow a girl who's hair rivaled his own in messiness. "Dude, what you doing?" I asked, but Michael wasn't the one to respond.
"He's stalking that girl, after he oogled at her all through the concert." Sam said laughing. We were walking past a comic book store and I pushed Sam in it.
"You look at your comics. I'm going to get Mike a girlfriend." I said with a devious smile to Sam who returned it and went looking for his comics.
Mike and I followed the girl for a while. I kept telling him to just run up and start a conversation, but he wouldn't. Chicken! I was about to go and do it for him, when I heard the sounds of several motorbikes reving. I watched as the girl got on the back of one of them, I didn't notice the guys driving the bikes until one of them spoke. "Hey, babe." I looked and saw it was one of the guys from the video store. The curly haired one. I looked and saw they were all there, and Mike's girl was on the back of mr peroxide's motorbike. "You stalking us?" Curly asked me.
"You wish." I hadn't realised I said it until all of them laughed. All apart from peroxide who still seemed to be sizing me up. Erg. I rolled by eyes showing how unamused I was at his act. I watched as he glanced at me before taking off, the rest of them following suit. I watched as the girl we had been following looked back at Mike.
That is my first chapter. Tell me if it is ok and if I should continue.
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