I am excited to say that I have finally found my copy of the lost boys once again! So with that being said, I am working on a re-write of Fate Defined. I want to flesh it out and build Claire up. When y'all read this story, I want you to envision Claire as a part of this epic movie, not just a person thrown in and fucking shit up lol. But for now~ Onward with the story!

Much Love,

Kyra.

When strange but very familiar voices floated through Claire's ears, she tensed up, her body getting ready for an attack. It was her natural instinct when she was woken up in a less then pleasant way. What confused her the most was that when she opened her eyes and the boys came into focus, she was staring at Edgar and Alan Frog...characters from The Lost Boys. Her reaction was honestly to keep laying there and watch them bicker among themselves as to who would wake her up.

She got a nice giggle when they looked down and let out slightly girlish screams when they saw her stormy grey eyes open and watching them. "You two are weird." she muttered, sitting up, but keeping the covers over herself. she could tell while laying down that she wore no clothes under the blankets. "So, why are you two coming in to wake me up?" she asked, raising a black brow and flicking her hair over her shoulder.

The two boys seemed to freak out, stumbling over their words and their cheeks grew red. She found it kind of cute. "It's night time Claire! You've slept literally all day." Alan muttered as Edgar seized his chance to run out of the room. She listened to his explanation and deemed it appropriate. Part of her brain was screaming at her to kick the boy out and cry about her fate, the other was telling her to celebrate. Claire wondered which part of her would win, as usually she was a level headed person.

"Well, that's nice to know, please get out of my room so I can get dressed and join the world of the living." she muttered, narrowing her navy blue eyes at her cousin. Alan kicked it into overdrive and hightailed it out of the room, leaving his cousin to get dressed. Which she figured she would eventually, after her little freak out, which was starting in about...

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A small nearly hysterical laugh bubbled up inside her and burst out, making Claire curl up into a ball and laugh. She also felt tears forming and she let them fall. She was in the world of the Lost Boys, which meant that her death could come at any time. It could happen in a half hour, or in three weeks. Well, there's only thing she could do in a situation like this, make the best of it!

Then another though occurs to her, how the fuck was she supposed to do that!? Thanks to her relation to the Frog brothers eventually she would run into Sam, and Micheal, and then she would have to either kill or save the Lost Boys. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. she wasn't cut out to be a vampire slayer, and it's not like the boys could help their nature.

Now comes the hard thinking. Does she help the boys, or does she help Micheal? She could care less about Star, for some reason that bitch rubbed her the wrong way. It just, there was no reason for Star to even be turned, except that the boys needed a "mother" figure to watch Laddie. Even then! she still didn't watch Laddie as close as they liked. It seemed like that inner thought monologue made her think even harder.

Does she save them or leave them to their fate? Leaving them to their fate would be so much easier, but at the same time, Claire had fallen in love with them while watching the movie. She hated that they were killed out of selfishness, sure they might be heartless killers, but they couldn't help it. More curse words flew through her brain and she sighed. she would think more on this, but for now, she was gonna get up, get dressed and experience a stress free night in Santa Carla.

With the near promise of a stress free night, the young woman got up and got dressed. She chose a black long sleeved crop top, the sleeves flowey and a black gypsy skirt that went to her ankles. With her hair she put half up in a pony tail and left the other half down, make-up was simple, silver eye shadow, black liner, and clear gloss. She wasn't dressing up for anyone and could care less if someone thought she was attractive. She knew how to take care of herself if it ever came to that.

In her old life, her father taught her how to defend herself with her fists and weapons, including swords, knives, and guns. She she was pretty sure she was going ot be okay. Claire looked at herself in the mirror and then gave a soft smile, she was kind of cute, and thankfully nothing had really changed in the jump from her world to this one. She pranced down the stairs and then grinned when she noticed the boys reading the comics instead of watching the store. Typical teenagers.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna head down to the shore and build a sandcastle, maybe get some food and go for a ride on the merry-go-round." Claire said to her cousins as she walked behind the counter and grabbed a bottle of water. She paused when she realized both of the boys were staring at her. "What?" she asked, puffing up her cheeks.

"Well, you're not really ever a morning person." Edgar said, making Claire giggle. Yup, that sounded like her in her own universe, there was one time she almost murdered her little brother when he tried to wake her for school. Her family quickly learned to just leave her alone and let her wake when she needed to. She was surprised she graduated highschool.

"I mean, there's a first time for everything though, right? Technically it's not even morning, therefore your comment is void." Claire said as she skipped out of the store, leaving behind two gaping cousins. Hmm, what to do now? She really wanted to experience the night life here for a little bit, just to say that she had been to the carnival that was in town for the week. Oh shit, that means that the main plot would be starting soon.

With that thought in her mind, she took a deep breath and got in line for the merry-go-round, humming softly as she got on it, seating herself on one of the fake horses. the ride took off and Claire let out a giggle, spreading her arms wide and letting the breeze swish her hair around. Even though she was enjoying herself, she soon felt eyes on her, and her navy blue eyes wandered until they met with Icey blue one, the eyes of David.

In that fateful moment, she felt something inside her jolt, and she knew her fate.