Disclaimer: I don't own The Lost Boys. OCs, however, are mine.
Here's the first chapter of the third story in Santa Carla Undead. :) Again, updates will be on Saturdays but I will keep you notified if that has to change. :) Hope you enjoy!
Elizabeth Kohler: Sorry for the reply here but fanfic doesn't allow you to pm guest reviewers. :( I just wanted to say thank you very much for your review on Forget Your Running. You're very kind! ^^ And I would love to write a story on the Lost Boys or Laddie someday. I actually have some ideas that I'd love to write about in the future. :)
"Okay, we need a plan," Bonnie said. She stayed behind Bridget, stake raised as they crept down the alleyway and she kept her eyes on the path they came down in case something jumped them. Sam was next to Bonnie, crossbow ready and aimed and he stepped carefully, turning in all directions as he did. Bridget led, armed with a stake as well and kept her eyes front. But now she looked back at her friend.
"We have a plan. Find vampire. Stake meets heart," she said.
"No, I mean for this weekend. It's my birthday on Friday and Alan's Saturday. We're a day apart but I thought we could have one big celebration on the Saturday."
"You have strange priorities on a hunt," Sam muttered, keeping his crossbow aimed. He took a second to flash her a grin.
"I want it to be a surprise for Alan so I can't really say anything when we're all together."
"How long have you been friends with the Frog brothers?" Sam asked.
"Since I was thirteen. Why?"
"I think a birthday party, especially a surprise one, is Alan's idea of hell," he said.
"Honestly, he's never actually had one. I've always been his only friend. But now there's quite a group of us and it'll be nice for him. His parents won't even remember it's his birthday. His aunt and uncle are always working their asses off to provide for them. He's never had a proper celebration. We could make this one really special." She had a quick scout around. "And if we make a double celebration I have no problem taking all the attention. I love my birthdays."
Bridget held up a hand, silencing her friend. Sam and Bonnie stopped in their tracks, freezing. Neither of them didn't dare breath as Bridget stepped forward once, lifting and putting her feet down slowly, trying not to make a sound by standing on broken glass that lay around on the ground. She glanced back and made two signs with her hands. One was a finger pressed to her lips. Then she pointed to the corner of the alley.
Bonnie could hear it now. The faint snarls. A sucking sound. She pulled a face, nodding at Bridget to carry on. Sweat gathered on Bonnie's palms as she gripped the stake, her knuckles turning whiter as she did so. She was completely split into two. One part wanted to run away, screaming until she reached her house, barricaded herself in her bedroom and hid under her bed. The other turned her fear and turned into adrenaline. Her heart beat quickened with each step until she could hear it beating loudly against her chest. Her muscles twitched, ready to move whether it was to defend or attack.
Bridget made another sign with her hand. Stay put. Bonnie and Sam remained still, poised and facing opposite directions with their weapons aimed and eyes focused on searching for more vampires, as best they could in the dark alley. Bridget went straight for the side of the building, pressing her back against it and paused. She listened out for any movement. When she continued to hear the greedy slurps and hungry snarls, she took a deep breath and slowly peered around the corner.
The vampire was in a state of ecstasy, back to Bridget and she held a gurgling boy close to her as she drank from his throat. Completely indulging in her blood lust otherwise she would have been attacking the three of them from the beginning. It was an easy or dangerous situation. Easy because the thirst had sent her into a blissful trance, unaware of her surroundings as she drank the life and energy from this poor young boy. They had discovered how possible it was to sneak up on a feeding vampire and attack, putting the situation in their control. But at the same time it was also dangerous. They were feeding to remain strong, stronger than any human could ever be. The attack and kill had to be over and done with quick otherwise they would be getting into a fight with a vampire that they might not survive. It was doable but risky.
Bridget gestured Sam over who was by her side in a second. She nodded to him and he licked his lips, taking a deep breath in. He didn't pause. He turned around the corner and aimed, shooting an arrow right into the back. It missed the heart, piercing through the middle and the vampire screeched, dropping the boy. Sam loaded quickly as she spun from her crouched position and stood straight, baring blood stained fangs. She was tall, taller than any of them with straight, sleek dark hair and thin, long legs. If wasn't for the deformity of her face she probably would be quite beautiful. But the lumpy forehead, hooded over dark circled eyes that shone amber, and sharp, angled features only showed them a monster that had to be put down.
"That was a shit shot," the vampire snarled at them.
"Better than no shot," Sam said and pressed the trigger again. Again, nowhere near the heart but it went straight through the vampire's forehead. When it snarled and tugged on the arrow to pull it out, that was when Bridget and Bonnie attacked. Both girls ran into the vampire, putting all weight into their shoulders as they knocked into her and all three of them fell to the ground with Bonnie and Bridget on top.
Gritting her teeth, Bonnie pressed her forearm against the vampire's throat to keep her down. She brought her stake down into the snarling monster's stomach and it howled, wriggling. Bridget unscrewed a bottle of Holy water, pouring the contents straight onto the vampire's face. Skin bubbled and hissed as the undead girl let out an unearthly roar. She gurgled when water slipped into her mouth and down her throat, burning inside.
"Now!" Bonnie yelled and Bridget took her stake, raising it high above her head. She screamed, a war cry as she swung down, stabbing the vampire right in the heart. The monstrous girl lurched up, levitating a foot off the ground and threw Bonnie and Bridget to the side. She screeched, thrashing around in mid-air as the rest of her skin began to burn away. Flames appeared in patches and Bonnie ran to grab Bridget.
"Take cover," she called out and the three of them ran back around the corner, crouching down as they listened to the snarls and shrieks of the vampire, the crackling of fire and the horrible, foul stench of skin burning. When the screaming died down, they peered around the corner again to see a charred corpse on the ground, mouth agape and smoke rising up.
"Dudes, nice one," Bridget said, a smirk on her face. She held up her hand, beaming at Sam and Bonnie and received a high five from both of them.
"What do we do with this guy?" Sam asked, going over to the vampire girl's victim. The boy lay there with his blank eyes wide open. Blood poured out from the skin that had been broken and ripped off, down onto the ground.
"He's a goner. Leave him for the police to find," Bonnie said and sighed. She stared down at the chalk white boy, taking in his young, boyish features. If she had to guess, she would have said he was fourteen or fifteen.
"Poor kid," she muttered and left it at that. She had seen too many deaths now for this to shock her to the bone.
"Guys, we need to bail. We're not too far from the Boardwalk and no doubt somebody would have heard those screams," Bridget said. They all picked up a pace, running away from the scene and back to the entrance of the alley where Bernice, Edgar, and Alan waited.
"Any luck?" Edgar asked.
"We got one," Sam said. "But a kid was killed before we came across the vampire."
The eldest Frog nodded briefly, his jaw tightening. "How old?"
"Too young," Bonnie said.
"Shit," Alan muttered.
"Poor kid," Bernice whispered.
"How about you guys?" Bridget asked.
"Nothing," Edgar answered. "Guess it's just the one bloodsucker tonight. Good going, team." He nodded in approval to Bonnie, Bridget and Sam.
Bridget saluted him mockingly. "No problem, General," she said, grinning and even Alan flashed a little smirk. When she yawned loudly, she gestured to the cars. "Call it a night? Otherwise I'm going to be the walking dead tomorrow at school."
"You really shouldn't joke about being undead," Alan said, nudging her in the hip.
"Who's joking? Have you seen me in the morning?" She laughed when Alan playfully elbowed her again. "Come on, I'm tired and starving."
"You ate before we started hunting," Bernice said, walking to her little Volkswagen Beetle with her sister. They called out goodnight to the other four hunters who were getting into Sam's car. A prized possession he had finally convinced his grandfather to pass over. It was amazing how generous the old man got when one protected his family against vampires.
"Vampire hunting gives me an appetite." She cringed as she sat down in the passenger seat and rubbed her lower back. "Think that bitch of a vampire is gonna leave me with a bruise."
"Was it a bad fight?" Bernice asked, starting the engine. Tyres screeched against the ground as she sped off and Bridget grabbed hold of her seat.
"Not as scary as your driving," Bridget remarked and Bernice huffed in the driver's seat.
"Have you passed your test yet?"
"I haven't even taken any tests. But I'll pass. I'm pretty good when dad takes me for a lesson." She yawned again. "You know, we've been at this vampire hunting for eight months now and I'm still not used to late night hunts and getting up early for school."
"It's all the lies that's exhausting me," Bernice said. "I feel like I've totally abandoned Leon since we started getting better. I hate lying to him every time we all get together to hunt."
"Yeah, but he'll think you're on crack if you tell him the truth. And he'll end up being vampire chow if you take him on a hunt to prove everything." She reached over to pat her sister's shoulder. "The perils of a double life. It's like being Clark Kent or Batman."
Bernice laughed. "I never thought I'd hear you referencing comic books."
Bridget shrugged. "They're actually pretty cool." She nudged her sister with her elbow. "I know how you feel. There's Mom and Dad we have to lie to as well. Charlotte knows I talk to Alan more but she has no idea how much I see him now."
"Sorry, I know she's your friend but she's absolutely ridiculous. It's not like you and Alan are secretly dating behind her back. You're just really good friends. And you're out fighting vampires, for God's sake."
"She's not my friend anymore," Bridget snapped. "Bitch hasn't been my friend for months." She sighed, resting her head against the car seat as her eyelids drooped. Tomorrow she would have three classes with Charlotte and she was not looking forward to seeing her. Alan shared the same lessons and always sat with Bridget which had her former best friend sending glares at her or making snide remarks at her later in the day. If she knew she could get away with it, not be reported and end up in a shit load of trouble with the Principle, she would slap Charlotte into the next century.
This is why I don't do all that dating shit. Boys are freaks to begin with and girls get bitchy with each other, she thought.
Thank you very much for reading and please feel free to leave a review. The next chapter will be updated this Saturday. :)