What If ?
Just a fanfiction about my favorite vampire movies of all time with a different twist. What if things could have been different? What if Lucy Emerson became Max's bride? What if she had a daughter? And what if that daughter was a open minded individual who has a connection to a certain Lost Boy we all know and love? Like I said...what if...
Marnie POV
"What about this one?" I asked getting irritated by Sam my younger brother constantly changing the station in search of a good song.
"Keep going.." Both Sam and Michael together smiling at one another. I sighed smiling. Boys...
"Guys I know this year's been rough and moving is a big thing. But this family really needed the change from the last few years of drama." My mom Lucy said as she drove. Just within the past two years while we still lived in Phoenix it was discovered that my so-called father had cheated on my mother. What man would be so stupid as to screw something up with a good woman like my Mom and who's the mother of your children. Well the answer to that was answered soon enough. I felt bad for everything she went through but in a way I was actually happy to get away from my Dad. We never actually had a so-called father daughter relationship.
"Mom. What's done is done. And like you said we needed a change and sometimes change is good." I smiled reaching for her hand. She smiled looking at me with the same blue eyes that mirrored my own. Oh that's right best tell you what I look like. My name is Marnie Rose Emerson. 5'6 ft tall. Slender build. Long straight brown hair that went to the middle of my back. Same medium blue eyes as my mother. Fair complexion. Reaching my bag and taking out my sketch book I decided to do a little sketch of Nanook to pass the time. Wearing a pair of black jeans along with a loose buttoned up green shirt along with a pair of black flip-flops.
"What's that smell? Smells like someone died!" My younger brother Sam complained. Sam was more of a city kid. More so then Michael and I. Sam was about my height but still would always seem like my kid brother.
"That's the ocean air sweetie." Mom replied."
Fast approaching was a Billboard saying "Welcome to Santa Carla" Michael still had his eye on it for some reason even after we passed it so I looked over my shoulder to see what caught his attention. Murder Capitol of the World
We both just look at each other each with a raised eyebrow smiling at one another and shaking our heads. One thing I will say about me and my brothers. We fight and we have fought with each other but we've still always had each others backs. Getting closer to Santa Carla I started to get this wierd feeling.
"You ok Marnie?" Michael asked softly putting a hand on my shoulder. Shaking myself a bit I smiled at him with a sincere smile.
"Yeah I"m fine. Must be tired from the long car ride." I replied finishing up my sketch then putting my book away.
"We're almost there guys. But it wouldn't hurt to stop for some gas and stretch our legs. Plus take Nanook out" Mom says. Hooking Nanooks leash onto his collar before we got out. Sam and I started to head towards the beach. It wasn't that bad. The air smelled fresh in my opinion and the ocean looked so beautiful.
"How are you doing really Sam? With the move and everything? I asked wrapping an arm around my little brothers shoulder as we walked.
"Alright I guess. Kind sucked that we had to move and I had to leave my friends but I understand why and everything." He replied shrugging at my question. Smiling I ruffled his hair a bit. He looked at me annoyed. My kid brother was more into fashion trends and keeping his beloved hair in tack then I was. And this coming from a girl. But he was a cool kid too.
"I just hope Mom will be really able to move past this and maybe find happiness again. She deserves some happiness" I spoke as we headed back to car to find Michael taking his motorcycle off the trailer attached to the car. Sam nodded in agreement
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"Who knows..Maybe one of the locals will sweep you off your feet Sis!" Sam giggled starting to walk faster towards the car. I smile shaking my head. In truth. I would love to find that kind of happiness but it was hard. Sure I've dated and had a few boyfriends but nothing serious. Cause something always seemed to give me this feeling deep down when I did go out on a date. A feeling that I wasn't with who I was supposed to be with. I've never been kissed before either for that matter. The boyfriends I had didn't make it that far and when they tried some voice popped in my mind saying.. "You don't belong with him"
Who knows...Maybe Santa Carla will change us all.
Finally I look out the window to see us coming a hill and stopped. It wasn't that bad in my opinion. Looked more like a giant cabin out in the woods type thing but...not bad.
"Well this is ...different." I spoke
"Weird is more like it." Sam complained. I playfully smack his shoulder but it was hard enough to get him to shut up.
As we come up to the porch I notice something lying on the floor. An elderly man wearing old denim, Indian moccasins, a long grey braid down the middle of his back and looked to be...lifeless...
"He looks dead" says Michael as he and I stand-off to the side letting Mom by to go over and kneeling down beside the man. That gave confirmed my believing that this old man was our Grandpa.
"He's just a deep sleeper." says Mom looking calm but I can tell she was a little worried also.
"If He's dead can we go back to Phoenix?" asks Sam. Sighing I hit his shoulder in the Sam spot as earlier only with a bit more force. He rubs his arm looking at me annoyed.
"Playin' dead...and from what I heard, doing a damn good job of it too." says the old man mischievously and starting to laugh. I couldn't help but laugh with him. A Grandpa with a good sense of humor. Not many of those around these days.
"Dad! You shouldn't sneak up on people like that! scolds Mom as she hugged him and helped him up. Deciding to be the polite Grandchild I walked over and gave him a hug also.
"Oh Marnie I remember when you were still a little thing. And now You've grown into a young woman." He smiles hugging me back.
"Good to see you too Grandpa." I reply then going over to the car to retrieve my things. I had not stepped more than ten steps within the house before I heard...
"This is kind of a cool place." says Mike. I"m about agree with him before he and I both turn around to hear.
"Grandpa does not own a T.V. Have you noticed? You two know what that means with not T.V. guys? No MTV. Sam complains again.
"Sam will you give Mom a break?!" says Mike as he takes his barbels to the back and starts lifting them.
"We're flat broke now anyway Sam." I say looking out at the horses near our house.
I walk upstairs to find a decent sized room. Wasn't big or a master bedroom but it wasn't small either. A twin bed. Big windows with a nice view. Wooden dresser along with a wooden night stand. After some time of unpacking and putting my room to the way I wanted it. I walked back down stairs to see Mom coming in with her things and the boys running around.
"Hey! No running in the house!" she scolds them but also trying to hide a smile. I come up and give her a hug.
"You ok Mom?" I asked her. She smiles at me and nods before going upstairs.
Seeing the boys have stopped and looking into a strange room filled with antlers and animal stuffings I walk over to them peeking up around Michael's shoulder.
"Talk about the Texas Chainsaw massacre." Mike says. Sam and I couldn't help but giggle...
"Rules!" Shouts Grandpa from behind us. "Got Some rules around here..." He continued motioning for the three of us to follow him into the kitchen. He stops at the fridge opening it. Indicates to a shelf that has a flap over it saying "Old Fart." which made it harder for me restrain myself from laughing.
"Second shelf is mine...keep my root beers and double thick oreos...Nobody touches the second shelf but me." He says. I nodded as he walked into the living room but saw Michael pointing out a weed plant just outside the kitchen window to Sam. Wow this old man really isn't your ordinary Grandpa. I thought to myself.
"When the mail man brings the T.V. Guide on Wednesdays, sometimes the corner of the address label will be curled up...You'll be tempted to peel off. Don't! You'll only end up ripping the cover and I don't like that." he says walking into the room.
"...And Stay outta here!" he says about the close the door until Sam stops him.
"Wait - wait! You have a TV? " He asks looking hopeful.
"No, I just like to read the T.V. Guide. Read the T.V. Guide, you don't need a T.V. Grandpa responds and closes the door. I lean my face into Mikes shoulder trying to muffle the laughter I've been containing all morning.
"Hey Guys. I"m going to the boardwalk to look for jobs. Want to come with me?" asks Mom coming down the stairs.
"Sure Mom just let me clean up and get changes first." I tell her heading upstairs. Setting out a somewhat comfortable but nifty outfit that suited me. I look out of my bedroom window to see the sun starting to set.
Well Santa Carla...We'll see what you have in store for me tonight... I whispered.
David POV
"Well Santa Carla...We'll see what you have in store for me tonight.." I heard the whisper in the back of my mind just me and the boys start to wake up from our sleep. Narrowing my eyes trying to make sense of it all just as the rest of the boys come out in the middle opening of our cave.
"Man...Another night another time to party." Paul spoke lighting up his "morning" joint or so he calls it. Turning my head upon hearing Marko's laughing. I shake myself a bit then start to head out towards the opening of our cave.
"You ok man?" Dwayne asks now standing next to me.
"Yeah...Boys..." I say turning to look at them. "Lets have some fun."
Letting out a few loud howls Marko and Paul head out ahead of us. Taking off on our motorcycles towards the boardwalk. A faint scent started to reach me even before we reached our destination. An ivory scent that wasn't too far away.
"Looks like you've already begun your hunt for breakfast big guy." Paul snickered through our mental bond as we parked our motorcycles.
" Whoever it is. I"m sure it won't be long before he or she becomes just another face on the Wall." I respond with the smirk I've been known for.
Whoever it was it was getting closer. I thought as we stalked through the crowd of the usual teenagers..locals..and tourists. Trying to stay focused on the scent I was following was proving a bit difficult with the guys shouting out the girls as they strolled through the crowd. We walked past the carousel. Then were fast approaching the small local art supply shop that was on the boardwalk.
Being about 6'ft really had its advantages especially on the boardwalk filled with people at night sometimes I thought. My ice blue eyes finally locked on to what's been making my senses tingle. There, I thought seeing a girl around my "appeared" age came out holding a bag from the shop. Narrowing my eyes watching her I stopped myself for a second.
She had long parted brown hair, blue eyes that were darker than mine. Shorter than me which was no surprised I smirked. Wore a pair of dark jeans. A flannel blue shirt with the sleeves torn off. A white tank top underneath the flannel shirt along with a pair of black flip-flops. Also was wearing a black fedora that was tilted slightly to her right. She was certainly a new face in the crowd. As never laying eyes on her until now. Beautiful...I couldn't help but think for a second.
Seeing her turn her head around at the moment I had thought she was beautiful it was almost as if she heard me. Which was impossible for anyone to do unless they had a mental bond with me. She looked over towards my direction but still seemed unsure of herself. Pity I thought. She definitely is going to make a delicious meal though. Smirking I was about to approach the girl until a kid ran past me.
"MARNIE!" shouted a young teenaged boy with blonde hair.
So your name is Marnie. Cute.
"Sam where's Michael? " She asked him. The boy shrugged.
"You have to come out with me to where the music's playing. You'll love it sis." He smiled grabbing her hand and dragging her out to where the current band was playing on the boardwalk. They ran past me and the boys that was when we locked eyes on each other.
"Do I know him?" I heard her thinking as plainly as it would be as if she had spoken out loud. It was the SAME voice I heard earlier! Then she disappeared into the crowd. I couldn't help but smirk. Whatever this was it would make an interesting game of cat and mouse. Well I"m sure I'll be seeing you again ...Marnie...
"She looks like one sweet morsel." Paul says standing next to me.
"Indeed. Might be one morsel that'll actually rot my fangs." I smirked. .."Come on let's go pester Max."
Max..The head vampire of our little gang and my sire. Heading towards the video stored he owned. We walked in and not shortly after a woman with really short blonde hair came in with a kid. And Max was looking at her with keen interest. The same look I had when I spotted Marnie.
"Excuse me? This boy seems lost." She says approaching Max. Max was just about to say something until another woman came in and threw her arms around the little boy.
"Terry!. Oh thank god! I was so worried." The woman spoke as she hugged the kid. The boys were messing with the Cashier as we walked around the store. Max handed the boy a sucker and off they went.
"A job well done." Max smiles handing the woman a sucker herself. She was hesitant at first but then took it. Max fastened his eyes on me and the boys with a stern look.
"I told you not to come in here anymore!" Max scolds. I couldn't help but smirk at my sire looking from the woman to him. Paul gave him a salute as we walked out. That's when I felt someone run right into me. The last person I was expecting to see in the store. Marnie.