Hey Lovelies, this is what will be my second lost boys story , one that takes place in the same time and world as my last one mid 90s Santa Carla. I haven't finished my other story yet kind of hit a block in what I want to happen, but this one this one came in a dream the other night and kind of flowed from my fingertips today. I really hope you enjoy it and I already know where I want this one to go so I plan on updating pretty regularly , I just want to for warn this story will have violent possible triggering times so if that bothers you , I am truly sorry. But you are warned. I know I have to say it so I will say it now I own none of the lost boys just my oc, it really is a shame though. Any ideas of what you want to see or what you liked or didn't like drop me a review they are always welcome. I wish you all the best on this happy leap day! Xo- Vana Lou
Twenty one year old Cassandra Adam's woke up that cool autumn afternoon with a plan in mind for the rest of her day. Ever since she had moved to Santa Carla several months before she had lived a pretty simple life, alone in her apartment with only a fish to keep her company she would wake at no particular time, and then just dabble for the rest of the day. Sometimes she would venture down to the beach and stare at the water for hours, other times she would walk along the boardwalk and watch the many characters that passed through, what was known by many as the murder capital of the world. But that didn't really bother her, she was alone in the world and that was the way she liked it, when she had left her old world behind , getting in to her car one day and driving until she couldn't go any further, eventually reaching the sands of Santa Carla, she decided to stay. After all Santa Carla felt out worldly and she liked that.
Cassie had grown up in the lush country side of Connecticut about forty five minutes outside of New York City where her father Charles had worked as an insurance broker and earned his millions. Her mother Amelia was the light of the country club, and president of the daughters of the American Revolution, having come from what was considered old money, married Charles young right after they had both graduated from Princeton, and he was already on his way to power at his uncle's insurance business. They had one child a girl they named Cassandra at the proper age of twenty five and all was right in their world.
Cassie had grown up a privileged life horseback riding and violin lessons and getting sent to the best boarding school that money could buy. To say that Cassie was close to her parents would be a lie but she was quite fond of them when she did see them on holidays and summer vacations. Cassie had it all, a good upbringing, and a debutant by the age of seventeen and parents who would insure a proper match with another good family to guarantee this life style for generations to come. That was until the accident.
In January of that same year Cassie moved to Santa Carla, her parents both died in a car accident leaving a lavish New Year's Eve party in the city. Cassie would have perished too had she not fallen ill with the stomach bug and decided to stay home that night. Weeks later after her parents had been laid to rest side by side for all of eternity in the old Catholic cemetery down the way, Cassie sat in what was her parents' house and decided that this was not the life she wanted to lead. She had never really been one for the parties and the country clubs, she would have stayed of course had her parents lived, her never being one to want to disappoint her father but with nobody left to please Cassie decided to run as far as she could go and never look back to the life she was leaving behind. That cold winter afternoon Cassie pack up what few belongings that we important to her, her mother's diamond broach and her father's fountain pen and some of her clothing, and left that house behind with a simple note to the grounds keeper of her safety. Cassie had money of course having been left with everything her parents had made in their lifetime and some trust fund money of her mother's from her great grandparents so Cassie wasn't worried, she just wanted a change and, a change she got when she pulled into what would be her parking spot for her modest one bedroom apartment on the shores of California.
Cassie rolled over and looked at the clock, just after four pm, Cassie had stayed up all night the night before reading The Green Mile which had quickly become her favorite book and year or so earlier when it had first been published. Cassie liked how the main character Paul was neither black nor white but entirely grey. He was neither wholly good or down right bad he was conflicted he was human and Cassie had loved the enderingness in which Stephan King had wrote him.
Any who, she rolled over and sat up with a big stretch and ran her fingers through her long chestnut brown hair. Cassie had decided that she was going to hit the town that night and venture to one of the bars she had heard about on her walks along the boardwalk. Cassie didn't really talk to many people much preferring the quiet and peace of her own mind, but she had been feeling kind of lonely as of late and thought that maybe some social interaction would do her some good. She figured she would head out around seven which would give her plenty of time to get ready and have something to eat. Hating grocery stores Cassie would go only once a month and gather everything she could possibly want in that months' time. This night gorging herself on a large cold roast beef sandwich and a simple fruit salad, before hopping into a steaming shower. After her shower Cassie partially dressed in a simple black bra with matching lace panties and eyed herself in the full length mirror that decorated the outside of her closet. Cassie was timelessly lovely, thick chestnut brown hair and fell in waves to her mid back, and big brown eyes that lit up when she was excited, Cassie wasn't overly thin a healthy size twelve with curves that could fill out any dress quite nicely. She ran her hands over her tan stomach rubbing in some lotion before she dressed into a short white and black dress that clung to her curves nicely
"Go get um tiger" she chuckled to herself as she finished up her subtle makeup and slipped on a low pair of grey heels.
Mick's bar held a lively crowd of young people dancing the night away when Cassie entered, with Ace of Base and Aqua alternating in the background but Cassie wasn't really there to dance while she could waltz with the best of them rhythm wasn't really her thing and any kind of dancing without set steps made Cassie look like a giraffe who was just born trying to learn how to walk. To say the least it wasn't pretty. Cassie ordered her favorite drink at the bar a cranberry with vodka and sat down at an empty table to people watch one of her favorite activates. Little did she know she had caught the eye of someone else.
Marko and Paul had gone out that night to catch a bite to eat and wound up at the easiest hunting grounds known to man, a dance club. Both of them being very easy on the eye, would always wind up with two or more chicks following them out where the other guys David and Dwayne would meet up them and once they were out a bit where it was quiet the would have their feast.
"Yea man like I was say…" Marko stopped caught off guard as she walked by him a smell of honey and oranges lingering in the air and starred.
"As you were saying what?" Paul laughed looking at his friends dumbfounded expression, he snapped his fingers twice in Markos face "earth to Marko," snap , snap, "can you hear me monkey man."
Marko shook his head, "what?"
"You were saying something," Paul said with a smirk.
"I, was?" Marko said his eyes still locked on the now backside of the girl sitting alone at a table slowly sipping her drink.
"Dude, what the hell's your problem" Paul laughed out, "you look like your eyeing your next meal. Though if she had any smarts she wouldn't go anywhere with you looking at her all creepy like." And with that Paul began to crack up.
"She would too, dick weed" Marko said giving Paul a playful shove, "ladies can't resist me."
"Oh yea," Paul challenged.
"Yea" Marko said confidently.
"Then go prove it," Paul jeered sassily at his friend.
"Maybe I will." Marko retorted and began to walk in the girl's direction, stopping short as another man sat down at her table.