Okay, I finished this like, three weeks ago...wasn't really sure if I wanted to post it or not.

Sooooo...Yeah.

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"Night Mom,"

"Night sweetheart, I'll see you in the morning."

She was gone, gone and never coming back. She and her new boyfriend had died in a car accident on their way to a party. I had been staying with my aunt. I just wanted to go to sleep, but I kept seeing her face. My eyes stung, but I had cried all I could, so I just lay there in bed. Hoping for sleep.

"Hey," I heard a gruff boy's voice in my ear.

"Hey!" I shot up, my hands jumping into a defensive position learned in my martial arts classes.

"What are you doing in my room!" I demanded, blinking. But it wasn't my room, what the hell. I was standing in bedroom still, but there were two beds, one against each wall, comics were strewn about in boxes. And the boy, he was familiar, squarish face, very deep voice, clear as day, rambo bandana and all, Edgar Frog.

"Last time I checked this was my room, not yours Casey." I frowned, yep, definitely Edgar. But...How did he know my name?

"I'm dreaming," I muttered. It was the only explanation, I loved the movie The Lost Boys. I watched it at least once a week. But usually I knew if I was dreaming, and it didn't feel like one.

"I, gotta go." I said, walking downstairs and out of the shop. Someone walked in past me, oh my god. Sam Emerson. Ever since I had seen the lost boys I had had the most giant crush on Sam. It was taking a lot of restraint not to follow him right back in. I shook my head, I didn't have time for this. I needed to figure out why I was here.

It's a dream. I reminded myself. There is no reason.

I kept walking, living in Santa Cruz myself I knew the boardwalk pretty well. And then I realized something. I could change the movie. If I was asleep (Something I was still fuzzy about) why not?

Take my mind off of what was going on in my own life, and change the movie how I wanted. I saw Michael Emerson, wearing a leather jacket, watching some girl get her ears pierced.

I grinned, this was perfect, that meant that I was only a little bit into the movie, I could follow them to the cave.

I felt a twinge of worry at that. If I was found, it probably wouldn't end well. But I shook it off. This was a dream after all.

I figured I should head to the cave before Michael and Star were confronted. I knew where the bluff was, I'd even been there. Sadly, my own version had no awesome sunken hotel. But this one did.

Running down the steep stairs two and three at a time, I stopped dead in the doorway. It was exactly like in the movie. From the thick, mosquito netted bed, to the rusting broken fountain in the center.

Forcing my brain to tell my feet to move, I hid behind a couple of the crowded shelves, making sure I wouldn't be seen, but that I could see what was going on. It wasn't long before I heard them, the wind carrying their voices down. I watched as the movie played out in front of me, closer than I could ever imagine. Looking around the cave some more from my spot I saw it was bigger than the movie could show. Tunnels led off in several directions, half hidden by what looked like tree roots and old vines. Mesmerized by everything I only went back to watching them when I heard Marko call out.

"Feeding time, come and get it boys!" I smiled to myself, this had always been one of my favorite scenes.

But I noticed something else in that moment. I was hiding right behind a shelf, it had an ornate wine bottle on it, the one Marko would come get very soon. He would see me, and there was no way I could move without being caught. I was stuck here, I was going to get caught by them. It was a good thing this was a dream. Because it was. Right?

"How are those maggots," I heard David ask, followed by Michael's small "huh?"

"Maggots Michael, your eating maggots how do they taste?" I bit back a snicker, watching Michael spit the rice out on the floor.

"Leave him alone." I heard Star's slightly feeble attempt to get them to stop. I had completely forgotten she was there. Well, not surprising, it was only recently that I'd begun not hating her character.

Again the movie played out, I held my breath watching David whisper something to Marko. He nodded and started over my way, it was kind of fun watching him walk. Or more accurately, bounce over, picking up the bottle he paused for a moment. He looked right at me, his face showed no sign of surprise besides its usual smile. I wasn't sure what my face looked like, but judging from his look of amusement, it had to be strange. He winked at me, and walked back, whispering something to David before handing him the bottle. David glanced in my direction, but I was otherwise ignored, thankfully. I didn't want to think about the alternative.

I spoke to soon.

"Seems we have an unexpected guest boys," David announced, "Come out, you can stop hiding."

Marko came back over as I stood up, and pulled me into the middle of the room. I was pretty sure I was the color of chalk, because I was scared out of my mind. They wont do anything though I reminded myself Michael doesn't know yet. I really hoped I was right in thinking that. Well, I'd know soon enough.

I sat bolt upright in bed... Wait... I was in bed, my bed, in my house. Well my Aunt's house, but still. So it had been a dream, I wasn't sure whether to be glad or annoyed that I woke up. On the one hand that had been one of the best dreams I'd ever had. On the other, I was pretty sure I'd been several seconds away from becoming one of the guy's dinner. I sat there in bed for a moment thinking over the dream. And then the events of the previous night came flooding back.

"Oh look, your awake." My head whipped around, and I found myself face to face with a familiar, well, face. Corey Haim, better known to me as Sam Emerson, was standing in my doorway, in his normal, fashion victim worthy attire.

"I'm still dreaming." I muttered

"What?"

"You don't exist, I'm still dreaming." I looked around me again, I was no longer in my bed, but in a room I well recognized as Sam's.

Sam gave me a quizzical look "Uh, okay... Look Michael brought you back with him last night, thankfully mom didn't see you. She would've freaked."

"Michael," I said softly

"Yes, Michael, my brother. Do you know what happened to him? He's in an awful mood, and he needed-"

"Sunglasses, to talk on the phone, yeah, yeah, I know."

"How?" Sam looked kind of suspicious

"I," Great, that was a major slip up, now what am I gonna tell him "It's happened to my brother before, it's just because he's hungover." the lie fell easily from my lips, and it seemed believable enough.

"What!"

"He was out with some guys last night, and he drank too much, I was watching them, and they found me, because my brother was there too, but he left without me, and so Michael was kind enough to let me stay here." I was babbling a bit, but Sam seemed to swallow the lie. Thinking for a moment I realized that I couldn't remember anything past Marko pulling me out of my hiding place. Odd, but, oh well, I knew what happened to Michael thanks to the movie. But what about me, where did I fit into all of it.

"Hey, you still there?"

I blinked "Oh right, sorry Sam,"

"How did you know my name?" I really have to stop doing that.

"Michael mentioned you. I'm Casey by the way, Casey Anderson."

"Well, I have, stuff to do, my mom gets home around seven, so you need to be gone by then. Edgar said you were a bit odd, I guess I didn't realize how much" I nodded, his mother wouldn't be home until later than that, thanks to her date with Max.

"I should-Wait, Edgar said I was odd?" Now I was really confused "Where does he get any right to say that!"

"You're cousins aren't ya'" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.

Cousins? I had dreamt...that...Oh good lord, I had the Rambo juniors for cousins.

"Yeah, sorry, we just don't see each other much. He shouldn't have said anything."

Sam shrugged, but he still looked a bit suspicious

"Where in the hell were you!" Edgar looked more than a little annoyed. But he didn't have any say in where I went, I was seventeen and he was what? Barely fifteen along with Alan. I sighed, knowing he was just worried, and this was how he'd show it.

Alan looked just as angry at my disappearance as Edgar did. Edgar was still shouting, I was trying to block most of it out.

"End up on our doorstep-" "As if we didn't have enough trouble to be getting on with-" "No explanation at all-"

"SHUT UP EDGAR!" I finally screamed, shocking him into silence.

"Look, I know I'm a bit of an inconvenience to the two of you, but... My mom died, my dad's been gone for years, I just, need a little time." It seemed like a stranger spoke through me, but I knew, in the dream at least, that the words were true.

Edgar was still glaring at me, I knew he wanted a better explanation, but it would have to wait.

I walked back out of the shop, ignoring the strange looks my shouting had earned me from the few costumers.

Not really watching where I was going I walked into something, or, more accurately, someone.

"Well, look at our luck boys."

I stumbled backwards, sure that I was white as a sheet. I had run right into David, he was grinning, and that scared me more than a glare would have.

"Um..." I am going to die, David is going to kill me.

Wait a minute I reminded myself You're dreaming Casey. Just dreaming. It can't hurt you if you're dreaming.

If? There was an if? No, I was dreaming, I had to be. Vampires don't exist. Right?

Why is that what I'm worried about? The Lost Boys themselves don't exist!

Paul laughed, my eyes snapped to him, knowing he had just heard my strange trail of thoughts.

"I think she's a bit scared David."

I glared at Paul "I have good reason to be." My voice came out surprisingly strong.

"And why is that?" David's quiet voice curled over me, even in the deafening noise that the boardwalk created.

"Because it would be stupid not to be scared. I'm surrounded my vampires."

Marko flashed a cheshire cat grin. "Why is it we always attract the crazies."

All of the sudden, saved by pure chance, sadly at the expense of another unlucky security guard.

"How many times do we have to tell you, Stay off the boardwalk."

I stumbled backwards again, turning around to go back into Frog comics.

Edgar and Alan stared at me. I imagined I was still very pale, and I realized now that I was shaking.

"Casey? What's happened now."

I shook my head "I...I..."

"Bring her upstairs." Edgar muttered.

I followed Alan, practically falling onto my bed in the spare room. "Vampires." I muttered, but the word was nearly inaudible.

"What?" Alan asked

"V-vampires" I managed to stutter out.

Alan's expression went from shock, to just plain grim. "Edgar!" He called.

I could hear them muttering to each other, but I couldn't make out words through the closed door. I felt jittery, and couldn't stay still very long. Vampires! Real, bloodsucking, vampires! They existed!

Part of my mind was nagging at me, trying to tell me that I knew this already.

But it wasn't getting very far, the rest of my mind was wondering how I'd figured it out in the first place.

Hopefully they wouldn't come back, even if Edgar and Alan said they were vampires hunters, Alan's look of shock had been enough to confirm that they'd never actually killed any, let alone seen one. I felt bad for my two cousins, and was starting to worry for them as well. If they went after those four...I can't even think about it.

I heard the phone ring down in the shop, both of them came bolting out of the room, past me, and downstairs to get it. Vaguely my mind told me it was Sam. Though I wasn't sure how I knew.

I could hear them talking now.

"You did the right thing by calling us. Does your brother sleep a lot?"

"Does the sunlight freak him out?"

"Bad breath, long fingernails?"

"He's a vampire all right."

"All right, here's what you do: get yourself a good sharp stake and drive it right through his heart."

"OK, we'll come over and do it for you."

I heard Sam yell "NO!" as I walked into the room.

"You'd better get yourself a garlic T-shirt, buddy, or it's your funeral."

I snorted, the idea was just ridiculous. "Something wrong?" I asked them.

Edgar turned to me "I don't know how you found out, but the new kid, Sam Emerson. His brother's a vampire."

Michael...Michael had been at the cave. I had been at the cave. Maggots, chinese food. Me, hiding, getting found out...And then, blank, nothing. More vague memories, wine, the wine was blood, vampire blood. That's why Michael didn't remember anything...But, neither did I...

It dawned on me suddenly what had happened, and a slight sense of myself returned. Casey Anderson, not related to the Frogs in any way. My mother and stepfather dying, living with my aunt, a movie, The Lost Boys, I would watch over and over. I kept my mouth shut. Deciding it would be best not to let them in on the fact that I was almost certain Michael was not the only one currently turning into a vampire.

"Casey!" Alan snapped "You still here?"

"I, yeah," I muttered "just tired I guess."

"Casey! Get up you lazy-!" I didn't hear the rest of Edgar's sentence, instead covering me head with a pillow at the light streaming in through the window, and my open door.

"Let me sleep..." I moaned

"Casey it's four o'clock!"

Hell I thought. If I hadn't made them suspicious before, I certainly would now.

"Sorry, I sleep like the dead whenever something weird happens." Edgar didn't enjoy my 'Sleep like the dead' comment I didn't expect him to, he took being a vampire hunter much too seriously.

"We're going over to Sam's for dinner, he thinks the video store owner is the head vampire."

Somewhere, my brain shouted at me that Sam was right about this.

"Can I come?" I asked.

Edgar looked a bit confused, probably wondering why I would want to come, but he nodded.

I stood by the doorway, listening to Sam and my cousins talk about their plans for Max.

Sam's mother Lucy, and his grandfather, we're arguing about having company.

Michael looked like he was about to leave, I watched him start to go out the door, finding his way blocked by Max.

Michael's greeting was clearly sarcastic, but Max didn't seem to take it this way.

"Well, you're the man of the house and I'm not coming in until you invite me."

I wanted to shout at Michael, tell him not to, although unsure why, but it was too late, he'd already spoken.

"You're invited."

I turned back and walked into the kitchen.

"Guys," I said, several times before gaining their attention.

"What?" Sam asked

"We have a problem." I told them "Max is here. Michael invited him in."

Edgar swore under his breath "Nothing will work now, there's no way to tell!"

The smell of food from the other room was suddenly overpowering, and nauseating. I doubled over, dry heaving when nothing came up.

"Casey!" I heard both my cousins yell.

I stumbled slightly, pulling myself upright, still feeling sick. But now something changed, pounding in my ears drew me to a different source of food. Them.

"Holy shit!" I heard Alan mutter.

"Help." I managed to choke out, my voice broken, nearly silent.

"And now we have a bigger problem." Edgar muttered "What do we do with her!"

Sam scoffed, "Didn't you guys tell me to stake my own brother?"

I glared "Don't.." I told him "Not...Funny..."

"She's right. Let's get her home, we'll figure something out then."

"Casey!"

"Casey come on, outside."

"Come here Casey,"

"We're waiting!"

Voices chorused in my head, I was unsure of why I did what they said, but I headed outside anyway. Even at this time of night the boardwalk was nowhere near deserted.

"Come with us Casey,"

"Something important to show you."

I ended up at the beach, trees dotting the sand. And the four guys. David, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko. How did I know their names?

Paul grinned at me, I was too tired to notice what was going on here. My mind felt like mush, obeying every thought that floated into it.

I recognized Michael, he looked nervous, up in the tree with them. I climbed into one of the lower branches.

Music was playing, people were dancing around a fire, singing, I presumed they were drunk.

I turned away from them. Glancing back up at Paul, he looked wild, his eyes held an animalistic gleam. And quite suddenly, all of their eyes looked that way, no longer different, they all glowed golden, red ringed yellow.

"Initiations over. Time to join the club."

I faced David just in time to see his face leave the shadows, sunken and terrifying, fangs in his grin, they were laughing. All of them, I glanced at Michael, her looked just as scared as I felt.

And then they were gone, at first I wondered where. That was when the screaming started.

I was clinging onto the tree, my eyes closed tightly, trying in vain to ignore the sounds, the smell. Michael collapsed into the sand. I didn't listen to their words, somehow, I already knew them. I slid from the tree when they were gone, helping Michael up.

"Can you, take me home?" I asked, he nodded blankly, he was shaking, so was I, I wasn't sure if he could speak.

I slipped back inside, only to be greeted by two very angry teenage boys. One of them armed with a wooden stake.

"Casey where were you!"

I was still shaking, I felt sweaty and feverish, and sick, very very sick, I collapsed against the wall.

"So many people," I muttered "Those poor poor people."

"Casey! What happened tonight!"

"Kill me," I muttered "Kill me kill me kill me. I don't want to end up like them..."

"Edgar-"

"Bring her upstairs,"

"Edgar this is dangerous, we swore, even if it was family-"

"I'm the head Frog here! I say we let her live!"

"We're twins! No one is the head Frog!"

"Bring her upstairs Alan!"

For the second day, I found myself at the Emerson home when I woke up.

"They couldn't wake you up, Mike's not up yet either."

Sam, Sam was talking to me, speak dammit.

"What'r we doing?"

"We're going to- oh here comes Mike."

"This guy looks more like a zombie..." I heard Edgar mutter

"Should I run him through?" Alan asked

"Are you crazy!" Sam demanded "Put that away!"

Edgar questioned Mike as soon as he sat down.

"I only have one question for you, and it's important that you answer honestly, have you taken any human victims yet?" Edgar's voice was grim, and he watched Michael as though trying to read his mind.

I could tell that Michael was rolling his eyes, he hadn't been last night, but neither had I. He glanced at me before answering.

"'Course not."

"If you're telling the truth, it means we can save you."

"You're telling the truth, right Mike?" Sam asked worriedly.

Michael nodded.

Edgar went right back to business:

"In order to help you, we need to destroy the head vampire-" He didn't get to finish, as Sam had cut him off

"David, it's David isn't it Mike!"

Michael just nodded again, I couldn't blame him, I felt exhausted and knew he must too.

"I don't want names," Edgar said "Just leave me to it."

"I'm warning you now, if you try to stop us or vamp out in any way, I will stake you without even thinking twice about it."

I knew he was talking to Michael, but Alan gave me a look that told me if I did anything, he would kill me right there, even if Edgar wouldn't.

"Chill out Edgar," Sam told him, rolling his eyes.

"Right." Edgar nodded, following Alan down into the cave.

I stumbled, tired and dizzy in the sun, down the steep stairs. I had a feeling Michael would be too, if he wasn't leaning so heavily on Sam.

I helped Michael bring Star and Laddie up to the car, despite his size, the kid weighed a ton. That probably wasn't the case, but I was just glad I hadn't dropped him on the way up.

Sam and my cousins had disappeared down a hole, deciding to stay out of the sun as long as I could manage, I followed them down. I came into the room, my nose wrinkled in disgust at the smell

Just in time to see Edgar drive a stake through Marko's heart.

Blood spewed everywhere, covering the four of us, and pretty much everything else. The others woke as soon as Marko fell, looking murderous.

Edgar, Alan, and Sam pretty much took this as their cue to get the hell out. I would have followed, but the noise, and movement had subsided, and if I moved, I would be seen. I was trapped, once again, knowing they would find me eventually. I pressed myself against the wall, trusting the darkness to hide me at least until nightfall.

I heard them wake, they almost passed right over me. Damn Paul.

"Hey! Looks like one got left behind."

I gulped silently, pressed so hard against the wall I felt like I was now part of it.

"Hello Casey," David's face was still morphed, I doubt if it had ever gone back. Anger would have kept it that way.

Come on Casey! I thought You're better than this! Don't just stay here to die. Not from them.

"Why would we kill you Casey. You're one of us after all."

That was it for me, I knew it then. He wouldn't kill me, I wasn't stubborn enough to let it get that far. But I knew what would happen instead.

Power is a strange thing. It can make you drunk just as well as anything else. Giddy from delight, that's how most people would be. Not me. No, I knew I was going to die tonight. Just not because of them.

"You have ten minutes."

Why he allowed me to talk to them I wasn't completely sure. Probably hoping I was angry over them leaving me there. But they hadn't known I was there. So I had nothing to be angry for. I had come with a plea, one that now, Edgar couldn't ignore.

"Casey!"

"Thank god, get in here!"

Unintentionally, the slip up allowed me to come in.

"How did you escape!"

"Forget that, how did you end up left there!"

Sam shut them up "Guys, let her breath."

"Casey?"

It was then that I realized I was crying. I shook my head, unable to speak. I could see Star watching me, and I knew that she understood what had happened.

"I need to talk to the two of you." I said softly "Alone."

I let them pull me into the kitchen. I steadied my breathing, stopping it's ragged, uneven pattern.

"I didn't escape." I told them, Alan's eyes went wide, he figured it out before Edgar did.

Edgar started to speak, but at that precise moment, a loud crash echoed from the front room.

"Run!" I screamed at them.

I saw them bolt upstairs after Star and Laddie, I ran back into the main room. Finding both Sam and Michael on the floor, clearly knocked out by the debris.

"Looks like Paul owes me."

I whipped around, my eyes meeting Dwayne's "What do you mean."

"He thought by the time we got in here you'd be dead."

I laughed bitterly "Getting my own cousins to kill me is quite the difficult task, vampire hunters or not."

Sam came to, pulling himself off the ground. Dwayne being momentarily distracted by me, it allowed Sam to grab the bow he had had before. Firing an arrow at Dwayne.

For a moment Sam stared at me, then at Dwayne's crumpled form.

I shook my head "Sam, you missed, he's not-"

But Dwayne was standing up, he laughed "You Missed, Sucker!"

"Only once pal," Sam muttered, and this time the arrow drove right through him, pinning him to the stereo. Music started, loud and screechy, and I watched Dwayne get fried by the faulty wiring.

"Death By Stereo," I heard Sam mutter, and he and Michael started to head upstairs.

I glanced over at the kitchen door, what looked blood and water was pouring from the crack underneath.

"What in the hell?" I muttered.

I didn't hear the light footsteps behind me. Or see her shadow on the wall. But I felt the sharp wood pierce my body, driven through my back. It felt like my body had suddenly been lit on fire, maybe it had, the room was suddenly brighter, but even now it was fading.

"Casey, hon' it's time to wake up. You have school today."

That voice. I knew that voice.

"Aunt Melanie-?"

"You were expecting perhaps Lucy?" My aunt asked, waving the case of my Lost Boys dvd. "I swear you watch that movie too much."

I nodded slowly "Yeah...Maybe."

My aunt gave me an exasperated grin "Well, get dressed, the bus will be here soon, and I don't want you skipping breakfast again."

I nodded again. Trying to remember my dream. I know I'd had a dream. Something to do with the Lost Boys. But I couldn't remember it.

I shrugged to myself, I'd remember later. My thoughts drifted to my mother. But the painful sadness had lessened some. Bearable. I smiled a little to myself as I headed downstairs. An image floated through my mind. My friend Lily and I, dressed as the Frog brothers for a Halloween party. No one had known who we were, but we hadn't cared. The best part was, we had scared the crap out of one kid dressed as a vampire, when we jumped at him with homemade stakes.

I shook my head, grinning now, and wondering what could have dredged up that memory.

Hey, hoped you liked reading this.

Really random moment that it popped up

Sometimes I enjoy plot bunnies.