A/N: Okay, so I'm new to fan fic writing, so I'm sorry if some of the paragraphs are messed up. Please forgive me, I'm trying my best. Please review. I do accept all opinions, nice or cruel. BTW, I do give some credit to southernvampirepirate (Demon Fighters ; Ultraviolet), for inspiration and the title. I'm REALLY sorry if they seem too similar.
I lived in Santa Carla all my life, ever since October 30th of 1971. It was a bland town. Sure, if you just move here, you'll be surprised whenever someone goes missing, or teen girl found bloodless. But after fifteen years, its your everyday routine, kind of like breakfast.\
My dad picked up the newspaper, guess what's on the front page.
"15 year old, 'Sarah Cho' gone missing." My dad read a loud, "Hear that Erika? Another thing your grandma should worry about."
"You better burn that before she comes visit from Arizona." I recommended, cereal trying to escape my smart ass mouth.
My dad just laughed at my very little etiquette. I finished off my Boo-Berry cereal before returning the dirty bowl to a stack of others just like it.
"Some one has to do the dishes Erik."
"Not it!" Echoed throughout the empty halls and lonely rooms.
My dad threw his hands up, "Fine. But you get cups." He ruffled my golden brunette hair.
"A'right, deal." I waved my hand. I sat down, legs crossed on the floor.
"Going somewhere?" Dad sipped his black coffee noticing my violet-gray and black checkered slip on Vanz.
"Yep." I smiled.
My dad stood frozen, "Did you pause for dramatic affect?"
I rolled my teal eyes, "Boardwalk."
My dad laughed.
"What?" I asked as I looked for my back pack.
"Just now, when you rolled your eyes, you right one went the opposite way."
I chuckled as well. When I was an infant, my right eye was lazy. So now, 13 years after, I can make my eyes go different ways. Its a way better way to make people go away, and way more fun!
I grabbed my black back pack with the purple paint splatters, and walked out with an accidental slam on the door. I kicked a skate board off its pose on the wall and began to ride down the sandy road. I kicked my leg against the floor about every seven feet. Good thing I lived fairly close to the Boardwalk. I never visited the shops much, never had a reason too. But, apparently I have to buy a new movie for my dad. I walked into the video store, when a golden bell a top the door rung. The owner's, Max, head turned. I was amazed he was here, he only comes in at night. I don't know why.
"Hello Erika, what are you doing here?" Max looked at me as if I was too young to be in a candy shop alone.
I was going to ask the same thing, popped into my mind.
"I need a movie for my dad. You know something that you don't have to be drunk to understand." I looked from shelf to shelf.
Max looked at the clock, then the window. His eyes then gazed at his watch. I raised in eyebrow in curiosity.
"Well, if you check back there at T, you'll find 1984's Teachers. Laura will assist you." Max ran out in a rush.
I exhaled as I gait over to the near end of the back shelf. Laura, an African American chick wearing a yellow tube top and bleached denim shorts, helped me check them out. I walked out with a plastic bag in one hand, and my skateboard in the other.
Everyone on the street wore punk clothes and had Mohawks so high it made them a foot taller. Many homeless made side walk road blocks. I found a lot of my old class mates here. Shocker. The sun began to set after hours of just walking around and staring.
"Erika," I heard my name come out of the mouth I hate, "Hey girls, look, it's LeRoy!"
"Martha Hannigan, what a -pleasure- it is to see you." I faked a smiled, "Did your pregnancy test come out positive-?"
"Erika, your words will not hurt me." Martha shook out her blond hair. She really stood out in the punk crowd with her pink frilled skirt and white silk blouse.
"-Cause your belly sure looks plump." I finished.
Picking fights is just my forte.
"Get her, and drown her in the ocean!" Martha charged at me.
I had no idea how fast an angry woman in go go boots could be. I dropped my bag and hopped on my skateboard. I had Martha and her group right behind me. I laughed as my leg kicked and I silently prayed to go faster. Martha was scary with her ruby red painted nails. I turned many corners trying to lose them. My legs began to tire in each kick. I could barely see through alley ways, besides of the store lights.
"Ow!" I yelled as my back hit the floor.
My head felt like I ran into a boulder. Or, actually, a boulder ran into me. I had forgotten, Martha comes from a wealthy family, with two big, buff brothers who serve as body guards. I heard a crack when splinters flew.
"That bastard broke my board!" I wanted to yell, but I knew he could break me like a tooth pick just as he did with my board.
One of the brothers had white skin and was bald with a little goatee. The other, the one who broke my board, was tan with a buzz cut. They leaned down to grab me, I rolled out of the way before I started running.
I kept running until my feet flew off the ground. I didn't yell, I didn't scream or cry, but instead I raised my eye brow, wondering how the hell I was on a motorcycle. I was near choked when some laughing guy with platinum blond mullet picked me up by my hood. There was three more boys and also a woman howling with laughter. Another woman held on to the guy who has my hood's waist.
I went def by the motor next to my ear, but I could barely hear the woman screaming, "Let her go!"
The bikers just continued to laugh.
I unzipped my hoodie and fell face first on the cement as I tumbled and rolled. So I lost my hoodie, no one bothered to look, help, or even call 911. I didn't care, it was just a few scratches. I wiped my cheek off with my arm and slightly winced as it stung. I heard the motors of cycles again, and a beam of light shined straight in my eyes. I rolled out of the way just in time. They were still howling with laughter, but they didn't stop when they passed me. I lost sight of them when they turned the corner. I was near def, partly blind, and lost, and Martha and her ogres are still after me. I knew Martha wasn't far, I was able to hear her go go boots tap across the floor from a block away. Plus her cell phone is always ringing 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'. I ran into the first store that I was able to see. I slid and skidded across the white tile floor. I ducked behind a shelf containing... graphic novels?
Comic books, I ran into a comic book store... cool. I regained my full sight, and I was able to hear 'I Still Believe' from the concert so I got my senses back. I stood up, using a cubic pole for support. I decided while I was here, I would check what they have out.
I looked around the small shop when I noticed two guys staring at me from the sides of the comic shelf. I tried to ignore them, but it was very hard. One had white skin, and a dirty blond like hair. His eyes were a blue-green. The other on the other hand, was taller with a slight tan and dark hair. His eyes looked hazel. Dirty blond wore a gray t-shirt and a red flannel shirt, while tan wore clothes like he was in the air force with dog tags and everything. I ran my finger against the scratch on my cheek, wincing once more in pain. Blood stained my pale finger.
"Is that what they're staring at?" I thought as I wiped the blood on my black ripped skinny jeans.
Their eyes seemed to be observing from my head to legs and back again. I flashed them a strange look before looking back down at the comics. My eyes looked at them through the corners of my eyes, with that eye ability I mentioned earlier. They looked at each other. If it was a sci-fi movie I'd probably say they were talking to each other through there minds, just by seeing how intensely they looked at each other. Dirty blond made a short nod to tan and they both walked towards me. I looked back down at the comics, pretending I didn't notice them.
"Is there a problem?" I asked, once I was able to see their shoes.
"If your looking for the diet frozen yogurt bar, it went out last summer." Dirty blond informed uselessly without a beat
.
"I'm actually looking for a Ghost Rider number seven." Its the only one I don't have... frigging sevens.
"Why would someone like you want that?" Tan asked.
I shrugged. I felt the drop of blood roll down off my cheek. "Shit." I cussed under my breath. Dirty blond and tan looked at each other. I looked down and wiped the streak off my face with my fingerless glove.
"What happened?" Tan asked, as dirty blond walked a few feet away to grab a comic.
"Um..." I struggled. I wasn't actually suppose to say I nearly got kidnapped by bikers, was I? "I face planted off my board."
"Looks like you got into a fight," Dirty blond commented as he brought back a comic curled in his hand, "You new around here?"
"Not at all. Lived here all my life." I smirked.
"You sure you did a face plant on your board?" Dirty blond narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow.
"No, in fact, now that you mention it, I think I managed to do this with a paper clip!" I rolled my eyes in sarcasm, "How else could I have scratched my face." I could name actually a few reasons, but I prayed they didn't know.
They looked at each other. Then they looked back at me.
"Take this." Dirty blond said as he handed a comic to me.
I looked at the title, "Vampires Everywhere? What is this?"
"Think of this as a survival guide." Tan informed.
"A survival guide, for what, vampires?" I asked.
They nodded with a "Hm."
I narrowed one of my eyes, looking at them like they were crazy. I chuckled.
"Erika! Erika LeRoy! My brothers have a present for you!" I heard from the outside.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Screamed in my mind. Martha is able to catch flies with her mouth, its always open.
"Got to run, it has been fun chatting with you guys!" I yelled as I made it for the door.