I do not own the lost boys and never will sadly, I do however own Eris.

Star, Laddie and Michael ECT. Never happened the guys lived :)

Eris POV

I was watching the crowds sadly. I watched the children as they changed to adults and the crowds thickened along with the smell of alcohol, weed and the normal grease filled foods. Sighing I shifted leaning further into the bench before pulling out my MP3 and turning the volume full blast as the boardwalk's natural music was too loud and still caused a faint buzzing under my music. I flipped some of my long black tresses over my shoulder as I started tapping odd beats to Bon Jovi while observing the people.

I pulled my knees into my chest leaning my chin on them as I wrapped my arms around them relaxing as I slowly let myself get lost in the music. Sighing in content I opened my eyes to see four bikes parked a few metres away with four guys around them. I watched them and looked each over frowning at the familiar air that surrounded them.

The tallest had a strong jaw that was gently pointed showing him as being Native American, he had thin eyes observing everything around him and his friends. His lips were thin but his lower lip jutted out slightly as he bit the inside of his lip out of frustration. His long black hair trailed down between his shoulder blades. He wore a black leather jacket that had a red stitched tiger up the right arm and wore black jeans and leather boots for riding his bike.

The next tallest had long pale blonde hair that was brushed recklessly backwards from the fast wind he rode from. He had a playful air around him and a grin that hid the darkness behind his green eyes. He had high cheek bones and a gently shaped jaw. He was wearing a black fishnet top, black leather coat and white skinny jeans with brown leather cowboy boots.

He was playfully pushing the youngest appearing one who had a cupid face, his eyes bulged slightly, his slightly chubby cheeks and pouty lips made him look younger but looking at his stance and eyes I could see he was older then he looked. He was wearing a white stained wife beater and patchwork jacket with woman, skulls, bands and various other patterns covering every inch along with badges and safety pins which his friend also had. He wore simple jeans and trainers for comfort more than fashion, but his hair was long honey toned ringlets forming down his back barely brushing his spine.

The last guy had bleach blonde almost white hair that spiked up before falling in a few loose waves around his shoulders. He had gentle stubble making him appear more aged then he was. He was wearing a prominent smirk that clearly said he knew something everyone else didn't and his stance was predatory as he gazed into the crowds. His clothing was simple, black jeans, shirt and trench coat along with biker boots.

Shrugging I simply carried on listening to my music until it blinked at me announcing it was low battery groaning in slight annoyance I turned it of instantly mourning the music as the carousels creepy tune echoed from the distance and screams tore their way into my ears. Looking up to the sky to see on an off chance there would be some stars I rolled my eyes at the fact it was overcast and cloudy. Smirking to myself lightly I put my MP3 in my pocket. Standing up I straightened my black loose hoodie before pulling the hood up as my hair instantly started moving in the slight breeze. Slinging my black leather satchel over my shoulder I headed to the end of the boardwalk to the edge of the ocean where Pete told me to meet him before we go home. I sighed at the almost empty parking lot before stiffening at the sound of laughter, rolling my eyes I turned with a groan sighing in annoyance when I saw two of the more known surfer nazis. One had a blue Mohawk and was simply wearing a pair of tatty grey jeans and a pair of blue trainers. His friend had light blonde hair curled behind his ears and a tan which contrasted his light blue shorts and white tank top greatly.

"Hey cutie" The blue haired freak grinned eyeing my covered body as I rolled my eyes looking for any witnesses. Shrugging I turned and walked to the bench hoping they would go away.

"Ya shouldn't be alone sweet, here me and me mate will keep ya company" The blonde said, his voice made a mental image of slime jump into my mind.

"I'm fine alone thank you, I don't need a pair of idiotic nimrods to 'guard' me so fuck off" I spoke calmly as the pair gaped before the blue haired face scrunched in anger.

"Bitch! We were gonna be gentle on ya but now I think it would be best if ya play dead since your gonna get it hard!" He growled as I rolled my eyes.

"Oh fuck off you dipshit! If you wanna start a fight I advise you get some more mates cause I will cut you the fuck up if you start alone!" I growled back as he smirked.

"That so? I like em rough!" He said before advancing when he was at arm's length away I swung my bag at him hitting him in the face before thrusting my fist into his nose. Pleased when I heard a crunch I pulled back spinning as the blonde came up behind me, I kicked him in the shins pulling my bowie knife from my waistband roughly placing it at his now sweaty throat as his friend was still whimpering curses on the floor holding his nose.

"You ok?" I heard an amused voice shout, off guard I turned slightly giving the blonde a moment of surprise to punch my knee making me fall as I kicked out hitting him in the jaw. He rammed himself back as he shouted curses while tears fell from his face. Rolling my eyes I grabbed my now fallen knife turning to see who interrupted. I shrugged at seeing the four men from earlier.

"Yeah I'm fine" I said grabbing my now muddy satchel kicking the blue haired guy in the groin as he started getting up, he screamed lightly as the four men involuntarily flinched making me smirk. Looking over the scene I shrugged the bag on my left shoulder before putting my knife away.

Looking over to the four guys I smirked. "Would you guys testify against me if I threatened these two?" I shouted. The bleach head smirked as the other two blonde snickered.

"Nope threaten away to your heart's content!" He shouted back. I flashed him a sweet smile before turning and grabbing the leader's ear painfully yanking him up so he was eye level letting the anger, pain and promises show on my features.

"Listen you little pisshead!" Looking in his eyes I saw fear flashing between pain and embarrassment. "You come near me again make sure you have a army, that was just some fun time for me. Believe me if I wanted you to feel real pain I would make it so bad your brain has to change in order to put up with it, I will force your mind to enjoy it. You or your mates even think about coming after me, I will get each and every one of you; I will make you watch as I skin each of your friends alive before giving you their remains for dinner. You will eat your friends and family, I will slowly day by day remove your skin as your next meal before I simply dismember you and I can tell you now I know what part will be lopped of first! Do you understand me?" I hissed in his face making eye contact the whole time as he quivered. Gulping he nodded. I smiled sweetly before letting go of his ear as he fell to the floor I saw him gulp before scrambling further away before passing out. Grinning I turned to the amused and shocked four with a raised eye brow.

"You said threaten to my heart's content, I could have made it worse but my ride should be here and I'm meant to stay out of trouble!" I muttered the last part with a slight groan as the four laughed or snickered. Rolling my eyes I went to the bench and pulled my knees into my chest as the four watched me.

"I'm David" the bleach head said walking over examining the damage on the now unconscious duo in amusement as the other three exchanged glances before inspecting them as well. I simply shrugged and replied. "Eris"

"I'm Paul" The light blonde said as he bounded over grinning before sitting next to me making my eyebrow rise in question.

"Marko" The curly haired said biting his nail focusing intently on the blue heads broken nose, the brunette simply watched me before holding a hand out to shake. I took his hand after a moment of looking into his dark brown eyes amused by the gesture.

"Dwayne" He mumbled before smirking as my amused expression, grinning Paul wrapped a hand around my waist.

"You know we can give you a lift if you want" David snickered to me after looking at each of his friends. I simply rolled my eyes and repeated that I had a ride.

"He's not here" I smiled happily replying "I know" confusing them, before they had the chance to ask however the beat up Desoto I loathed pulled into the parking lot. Sighing in annoyance and sadness I got out of Pauls grip mumbling a quick bye to them as they watched me enter the car.

Turning I looked my father over quickly taking a breath in my nose flinching internally at the scent of alcohol. He was short and plump, he had brown hair combed back and muscles over him along with many scars, and he was wearing brown slacks and a green stained shirt. He had light stubble over his chin and sharp cold eyes almost black; he had caterpillar eyebrows and thick lips.

I flinched as he sped dangerously fast out the lot watching the boys in the rear view mirror until they were out of sight. Grinning sharply in my direction he planted one of his pudgy grimy hands on my thigh squeezing it hard as he rubbed my leg up and down. I grimaced at the action but he paid no heed as he drove with half his attention on me. He lifted his hand and sharply lowered it with a harsh smack on my thigh, I knew better then to cry out by now and so held my cry in tightly as he smiled in glee before stroking the inside of my thigh, a natural reaction I pushed him away as he chuckled darkly. I softly rubbed my soon to be bruised thigh.

Focusing on the road again I saw we were almost home making my previous mood dissipate into fear. I felt blood drain from my face and hands as the blood seeped away from my skin. I gulped quickly as he parked before grabbing my arm yanking me threw his door making my hood fall and I tightened my grip on my bag pulling it into my chest. Pulling me to my feet he shoved me forward up the porch and through the unlocked door.

We never bothered to lock it...who would be stupid enough to break into the sheriffs home?