Chapter 1
"Urgh I'm so bored." Gemma complained to her best friend Angelo.
"So, let's do something?" Angelo suggested, his legs swinging off the end of Gemma's bed, his head resting in his hands on the opposite side.
"There's nothing to do in this town, nothing ever happens, it sucks." She pouted smushing a pillow over her face in frustration.
"So, we make our own entertainment." Angelo stated, turning to face her, gently removing the pillow from her face.
"Oh yeah, what do you have in mind?" Gemma asked raising her eyebrows.
"Hmm…" Angelo returned to rest his head back in his hands, lost in thought, "I heard some of the goth kids at school talking about something that sounded cool" he told her.
Gemma sat up crossing her legs and leaning against the headboard, "Since when did you listen to what those weirdo's have to say? I thought you were cool." She huffed in mock distaste.
Angelo pulled himself upright, mimicking her crossed legged position, "Hey I'm cool and you know it, I wasn't talking to them, I just overheard them during maths class." He shrugged, "Do you wanna hear it or not?" he questioned.
"S'pose, go ahead." She agreed, giving him her full attention.
"Do you remember that legend about Santa Carla?" he asked excitement creeping into his voice.
"You mean the Lost Boys, the vampire legend? Dreamy David" she replied giggling.
"Yeah that one. They were talking about how if you go to the cave at Hudson's Bluff where they used to live, you can summon their spirits and bring them back from the dead. All you need to do is repeat a chant, light a black candle and make a blood sacrifice." He narrated.
"A blood sacrifice?" Gemma laughed, "Shit that's a little dark for the sake of summoning some mythical vampires don't ya think?" she scoffed.
"You know goths man, they are into all that dark shit. I'm just telling you what I heard, apparently they are going to go to Santa Carla this Friday night, and do the ritual, I was thinking maybe we should tag along, if only to take the piss for the rest of their high school years at being so dumb." He said.
Gemma pondered his suggestion, she knew there was nothing else going on this weekend, she just needed to think of something to tell her parents, they were very protective, wanted to always be in her business, the only reason they let her do anything was because they loved and trusted Angelo, thought he was a 'good' influence on her, ha yeah right.
"I say let's do it!" she laughed excitedly, "But how do ya know the goths are gonna let us go with them? they aren't exactly welcoming of new additions." She asked him.
"Who says we go with them? I say we go it alone, we just go to Santa Carla and hide out at the cave until they show up, them we sit back and watch the shit show." He explained with a grin.
"Yes! You are the best Angelo, what would I do without you?" she grinned pulling him into a friendly hug. He hugged her back, lightly kissing her forehead when he got up to go home, it was getting late and they had school tomorrow.
"See you in the morning yeah?" he said as he headed out of her room.
"Sure, catch you in the AM, text me when you get home." She waved, making her way into her en-suite to run a bath, smiling as she heard Angelo's car rev and speed off down the road.
Once the bath was ready she undressed and cautiously lowered herself into the tub, sighing as the hot water cocooned her body. She picked up her phone from the cabinet beside the rub and opened her browser, typing in The Lost Boys, Santa Carla, into the search engine, she wanted to familiarise herself with the legend before their trip on Friday.
As she lost herself in the story of the vampires of Santa Carla, she jumped when her phone notified her she had a message.
21:30 Angelo: Honey I'm home x
21:31 Me: Yabadaba doo x
21:32 Angelo: What you up to Wilma? X
21:33 Me: In the tub, creaming over the Lost Boys ?x
21:34 Angelo: Oh so it's musty old vamps that do it for you? Noted, send me a pic :P x
21:35 Me: You're such a perv, go to bed Fred x
21:36 Angelo: Lame! Alright, Night Wilma x
21.37 Me: Night Fred x
She finished up, pulling on her pyjama's and climbed into bed. She set her alarm to wake up for school in the morning then got herself comfortable, waiting for sleep to overtake her. Her eyelids soon became heavy, and she drifted off into a deep sleep.
The next morning Gemma woke up drenched in sweat, her heart pounding from the dream she'd just witnessed. In the dream she'd been wandering along a wooden walkway, her clothes tattered and bloody. The lights surrounding the wooden walkway seemed to fade in and out of focus, in the dream she could smell and taste the ocean, she heard the waves crashing violently against the shore. She was shouting for someone, calling desperately in every direction. She ran down some wooden stairs onto the cold sand of an unfamiliar beach, she heard a deep laughter surround her, she screamed, trying to run but falling into the sand, she felt a hand grab her ankle and pull her backwards, that's when she had woken up.
She stumbled out of bed into the bathroom, splashing her face with cold water and running the shower, she let the hot water flow over her, as the heat relaxed her, she realised it was probably just a nightmare because of reading about the Lost Boys before she went to sleep.
She'd just finished breakfast when she heard Angelo sound the horn signalling he was here to drive them to school. She grabbed her rucksack and made her way out to the car.
"Morning Fred." She laughed.
"Morning Wilma" he smiled in return.
The journey to school was uneventful, they sung along to some random music on the radio, Gemma still having flashbacks of the nightmare she'd had, it had been so real, a dream had never affected her as much as this one had.
The morning passed by in a boring blur, she spent most of the time clock watching, sighing at every second that passed by when she started to day dream. What if, and she knew she sounded crazy, but what if the ritual worked and the goths really did resurrect the Lost Boys? Her and Angelo would be stuck in a cave with four very angry, very thirsty, very deadly vampires. She didn't know what she would do if the vampires were to appear in front of her, she'd probably die of shock before they could kill her anyway. She jumped as the bell sounded signalling it was time for lunch, she shook the absurd thoughts from her head and made her way to the canteen where she met Angelo as always.
She and Angelo both grabbed a sandwich and some chips and went to sit in their favourite table in the furthest corner of the canteen.
"So, I heard the details of their plan." Angelo stated as he straddled a chair.
"Nice, so what's the plan?" she asked, popping open her chips and taking a bite of her sandwich.
"Well they are heading off after school tomorrow night, heading straight for Hudson's Bluff, they were talking about doing the ritual at midnight." He recounted.
"Woulda thought they'd have done it at 3am with it being the witching hour and that but okay. So, did they mention anything about the blood sacrifice? I still don't get how they're gonna pull off that crazy idea." She stated.
"C'mon they're too scared to do it at 3am, I heard one of them actually talking like he was gonna pull out because it was freaking him out." Angelo laughed, "But anyway, yeah apparently that girl, what's her name? Um… Dahlia? She's a cutter anyway, she was gonna cut up and capture some blood in a vial, she said that should be enough to do the job." Angelo shrugged like it was something normal to do.
Gemma scrunched her face in distaste, "Freaking goths man" she mumbled.
"I cleared it with my parents, they are cool with it. Did you ask yours?" Angelo asked her.
"Yeah, we talked over breakfast, they said it was okay seen as I'm going with you." She scoffed.
Angelo grinned and ruffled her hair, "they so want me to be their son in law." He teased.
"Ugh you wish Fred." She stated playfully slapping at his shoulder.
"Don't try and fight it Wilma, let me make your bedrock." Angelo told her, guffawing at her shocked expression. "Chill, I know you only have a thing for musty old vampires." He laughed, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth.
"Just the one." She winked causing Angelo to roll his eyes.
The rest of the day passed rather quickly, they solidified their plan for Friday and she felt excitement start to bubble up in her stomach, was she really going to watch a legend come to life?
