Warning: This story is rated M for violence, language, adult situations, and maybe semi-explicit sex in later chapters. You have been warned!
Disclaimers: Profit is not being made off this story. The Lost Boys are credited to the writers Janice Fischer and James Jeremias! Of course owned/distributed by Warner Bros. Not that I don't wish I could own it. . .
Theme: Adventure/Fantasy, Horror with Dark Humor, and with a touch of Romance.

Readers note: This story is yet another inspirational piece inspired by some other similar Lost Boy Fanfics on this site. Naming a few: "A Dark Gift" by Kiki Kendall, "Thou shall not" by Sweetest Days, "Lost in the Lost Boys" by Aleks27, "Alone in the Dark" by Archiac, and " Sweetest Days" by OnlyNoodles. I have decided to write this story to capture my own view in this certain style and predicament; being related to the Emerson's being said predicament. I don't know how often I will be able to update this story in general though since I'm pretty neck deep in my current fic: Alternate Reality but I will do what I can, yeah. Anyways, English is not my first language but I will try my best! If you see any mistakes please feel free to PM me! This story does not have a beta tester/reader at the moment so I'm sorry for any mistakes that will most likely occur.

Reviews and positive criticism are always encouraged and appreciated! If you like what you have read then please tell me so I know people are interested in reading more~

|CHAPTER ONE: CHASING FATE|

If you asked me how I expected today to go I would have answered with something along the lines of; Boring. I have a routine, a static one at that, so generally, I know what to expect which is not a lot. I wake up and I study then I work which is an average routine in my opinion. Of course, I also take care of mundane things like shopping and feeding my cat, Aki, but at the end of the day, I just sit in front of a computer or a book. So when my day did an entire 180° on me, saying it was unexpected, doesn't really amount up to just how caught off guard I was...

"Meow.. meeooww.. meoow.. meow," Aki called out to me in her feminine mews as her little white paws bounced across my covers, digging into the groves to where my limbs made crevices. I could already hear the faint purr as she continued to climb her way up my body to nuzzle and knead me awake. This is a routine that occurs on my off days when I don't wake up in time for Aki's scheduled feeding. I love my little orange fireball of a Siberian baby but she can be pretty persistent when it comes to chow time. Groaning half-heartily I roll over to lay on my back fully. My amber eyes are greeted with a pair of green ones as I peer up at Aki's who has designated my chest as her stationary platform.

"I'm up, I'm up." I verbally greet her as her fluff of a face rubs against my own while igniting little mew like squeaks to show she is pleased.

I adopted Aki a little over a year ago from the street, well, technically she adopted me. It was during autumn around late October when I opened my door one day to walk down to the store just a few blocks away when a frizzled looking kitten dashed into my house in a panic. It was like she magically appeared on my step because I didn't see her when I opened the door but there she was when I turned around to see just what the world ran between my feet. She was a sickly brown mess with tufts of fur missing in some places and one eye sealed from infections. It's easy to guess my motives upon realizing who or what just intruded; I stopped my earlier goal to go buy something to drink and turned my attention fully to the sad excuse of a kitten and the rest is history. Her full name is Akiko meaning Autumn Child but for short I call her Aki which chops it down to just 'Autumn'. Yeah, I'm not original. I named her on the season in which she showed up in. I'm just that kind of person.

Upon raising up to properly dismount from my full-size bed Aki jumped down and trotted out the bedroom door that set slightly ajar to head toward the kitchen, probably. That's where her water and food dish are located so most likely. After giving my body a good stretch, going through the basic methods of touching my toes and reaching for the ceiling, I officially waltz my way into the little apartment kitchen just in my oversize sweatshirt and athletic cotton shorts. No need to get dressed just yet what with it being my 'extra' lazy day. Most of my days are pretty laid back and lazy compared to the normal life of twenty-something-year old's as far as I have been told. I don't physically attend colleges- all my courses are online, I don't party- clubs give me a headache, my 'job' is me being self-employed freelance artist, and my best friend is mainly my cat Aki though I do have some friends I chat with through instant messengers and so forth- not counting clients. So I pretty much treat my free days as extra lazy days where I generally prop my feet up and watch shows, read, or even play video games.

I started up my coffee machine before grabbing the little 30oz bag of kitty chow and poured it into her awaiting bowl. Aki already sitting near it like a little princess and I couldn't help but roll my eyes as she immediately dug in as if I don't feed her enough. "You're acting like I starve you ya'furball." I accuse her with no real spite in my voice for she's always been this way, a mindset I assume she obtained by living as a stray. Of course, I received no feedback other than her munching away and the sound of my coffee machine announcing it's ready to go. I pulled down my favorite mug, a simple black and white ceramic Jack Skellington mug with his smiling face plastered on it, and placed it beneath the lip of the machine before pressing the blinking red button. Shortly it sputtered to life and began to pour the sweet life known as coffee into the cup. I love coffee. I don't drink it like it's an addiction or anything but I prefer it over tea or most sodas any day, personally speaking.

After dressing my coffee and giving it a good swirl I turned around to grab a banana from the counter then stepped off into the living room. My living room is a pretty simple sanctuary; a single love-seat sofa with a rug between it and the coffee table, a 42" Sony TV across from that, then your basic gaming computer a few feet behind the couch on the opposite wall next to the window- everything is pretty modern with a black, white, and grey color tones. Like I said I am a pretty boring person. I only use my TV for gaming, movies, and Netflix if you believe that but honestly, I have no reason for cable since I have my desktop and well, Netflix. So I left the TV alone and made my way over to the computer and plopped down with my coffee while flicking the monitor on. Like a robot with programming, I open up YouTube to begin playing my usual music before running through all my social sites to check on messages and the current media.

Roughly an hour passes before I push away from my computer to throw away the banana pill and to wash out my now empty mug, leaving it in the rack to dry. I only had a few emails to respond to along with a reply on a couple of my art posts so it was mainly me browsing the web. Nothing super eye-catching other then a review I received for my current fanfic story. Yeah, I write fictional stories for fandoms during my free time or well whenever I have time but either way I find it to be quite relaxing. Between online college courses and freelance work, I need something else as an outlet and, well, though I'm sure I am a novice at best in this subject I still enjoy it. The feedback I am receiving from it only encouraging me to continue to boot.

Feeling a small pressure upon my ankles I look down to see Aki rubbing up against me, her amber fur bristling across my bare skin, so I leaned down and picked her up. I preceded to give her attention a little absentmindedly as I looked over the to-do list I leave posted up on my fridge to keep me in check. Without it, I'm half certain I'd lose what day it is and die from starvation. After giving it a glance over I note that I need to do some grocery shopping if I want a proper meal tonight, nothing super major but two or three items. So after sitting down Aki, her more like kicking off my stomach once she realized I'm not going to hold her anymore, I trudge back into my bedroom and pull out some decent clothes for the early season of autumn and made my to the bathroom for a brisk shower. Fifteen minutes later I'm dressed and ready to go in a basic black tank top with dark gray athletic capris and my black Nike running shoes with my dark brown hair pulled up in a high ponytail. To anyone else, it would appear like I'm about to go for a jog which technically I am since I'm going to use the excuse to leave the house to get some fresh air and exercise. The store is only a mile away or so anyways.

"I'll be back in just a 'lil bit so don't burn the place down." I did my normal mantra to Aki as if she is a real humanoid roommate while pulling on my Kirkland athletic black jacket before grabbing my wallet, keys, and iPod from the glass bowl next to the door. Slipping most of those belongings into the pockets of said jacket, including my android phone. I zip up the jacket to about the halfway point- so about breast level, and I pop in my earbuds. The music assaulting my ears pleasantly as I placed it on shuffle before clipping it into place on the collar lip of my tank top.

I blame the music or the fact I honestly did not expect it but as soon as I open the door Aki made a run for it. Successfully escaping the warm and loving confinements of my home- her home for roughly a year now. Standing there like an idiot I briefly caught the faintest glimpse of her darting form as she bounded down the steps to some unknown destination before quickly pulling my door shut to run after her.

"Akiko! Stop!" My voice did very little in coaxing her to halt in her escape plan as I tried to catch up to her in vain. I mean, have you ever chased an animal before? It's not easy. I couldn't help but curse under my breath as I watched her scurry across the street with gusto, clearly, she knew where she had to be and in a hurry, though she has never been one to run out of the apartment before. "Aki!" I holler again as my feet kicked off the last step of the stairwell. "What the hell, cat!?"

Again, I blame the distraction and yeah, maybe it wasn't the music this time so I can honestly blame it more on my lack of paying attention, but I am still going to put some of that blame toward that spit-fire of a furball too. Because as soon as my feet hit the asphalt of the little two-lane road that separates the apartments from other apartments across the way, to run after her, I heard the blaring horn. Hell, I barely had time to register the sound even though on reflects my head turned to face the loud noise. And in that split moment where everything seems to slow down yet you know everything is moving too fast to really make sense of anything, like for the fact you can't even respond in time, I caught that slightest flash of silver before the impact. From there everything sped up. I knew I was flying, tumbling over a hard surface, but I felt nothing until I came crashing down to scrape against the harsh ground, the asphalt eating away at my skin. Then it was like my body shot up in flames as it tried to understand what the hell just happened to it, my mind swirling in circles. I just.. I just got hit- hit by a car... holy fuck.. a car hit me...

I could just faintly hear a woman calling out to me, her words bouncing back in forth like noise traveling through a tunnel, as I stared at the road in a daze. Along with the stranger's voice came the sound of car breaks coming to a squeaking halt around my fallen form before my heavy eyelids begin to fall, sealing themselves without my permission. Darkness swallowed up my vision, my mind, my everything then a jerking motion alerted me out of the black void. I jolted forward my hands coming up to embrace myself on instinct but I didn't feel any pain and within seconds my eyes focused on a tan dashboard in front of me, confusion clicking in.

"Hey, relax. I was just avoiding a pothole." came a familiar male voice to my left and upon lowering my hands and turning to face said person my body froze. "Hey, you okay? Did you have like a nightmare or somethin'?" His voice quiet as he continues to shoot glances at me, his focus mainly resting on the dark road that is laid out before us.

No, I'm not okay, I silently answer him as I continue to stare at him with probably wide eyes, jaw slack, and panting from just being run over. I honestly cannot believe who is sitting beside me but there he was, in the flesh in bone, seated behind the steering wheel driving. There is no mistaken that curly brown mop on his head or the slightly tan complexion from basking in the Arizona sun. Not even those bluish-grey eyes and that slightly crooked smile that is currently set to 'worry'. Nope, no mistaken it. Michael Emerson is sitting beside me. A little nagging feeling tugs on my senses and so I make an assumption and glance behind me, over the seat, and see two sleeping forms; Sam and Lucy Emerson. Nanook is wide awake and resting his head on the back of the seat, in the crook where the two back seats connect, lazily. I blink at the malamute before a hand on my upper arm draws my attention back over to Michael.

"Alex, is everything alright?" Well, that was my name- more like my nickname but it's the only thing that makes sense right now, but this entire scene should not be happening. This has got to be a dream...

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I had a nightmare." I finally answer him. Falling back on his theory behind my motives right now so he can relax a little and pay more attention to the road. "It kinda like shook me up."

"Wanna talk about it?" He offered with a laid back tone and I shook my head.

"Nah, it's... uh, sorta morbid." I try to steer the conversion away, not entirely sure what I would tell him anyways. Maybe the getting hit by a car...

"Yeah, so? When is something not morbid when it comes to you? Besides what kind of brother would I be if I didn't listen, huh?"

My brother? Did he- he did. Oh.. oh wow. It's like I've been thrown into a fanfiction, I thought as I blinked owlishly at him like a dimwit. Michael just bestowed upon me the magical title of being a sister to him, of being in relation to the Emerson's. That's like a dime a dozen in the fanfic world because it's a common route to have an original character be connected in some way or fashion with the canon characters. Yup, totally has to be a dream. But I guess if I had to make a guess, that it made sense. I mean, why else would I be in this car right now? I mean, sure I could be like a hitchhiker or maybe even Mike's girlfriend or something. I had to mental shiver that idea away. I've never really found Michael to be attractive in that way. So I guess sister it is. I can work with that, yeah. I've read enough sibling fanfics to get by. Hmm, I wonder if I am younger or older than Michael...

"So? Gonna' tell me?" Michael verbally nudged me back to the present moment, I hadn't realized I was silent for that long.

"I, uh. Well I mean, I don't really recall the dream anymore anyways." I mumble out as I turn to face forward completely, my eyes falling to the dim light off to my right where the sun is beginning to rise, I tilt my head to watch it. "So don't stress about it, Mike."

"Well, alright." he basically shrugged off his little interrogation. "I think you should get more sleep or somethin'. You're being a little 'space cadet'." it'she playfully bantered at me. I could even hear the smile in his voice to which I just shook my head at him with my own smile, not wanting to come off any 'weird-er' then what I've already managed to accomplish in the few minutes of being here.

From then on I watched the sun climb over its wall of land in silence. Neither of us talking, even in our hushed voices, in case Lucy or Sam were to wake up from it. Though apparently Lucy is meant to wake up soon to take over the rest of the drive to her father's place. So as I watched the sun continue its ascend, not really seeing it for my mind is racing with the concept of my predicament, I let it all settle in a piece by piece. Like the idea that I just got hit by a car to only suddenly appear inside a car that is in a fictional universe. That, that said car is currently being driven by a fictional eighties character and though said universe is a fandom that I love and even wrote fanfiction for, it is the world in which the paranormal and supernatural exist.

Oh yeah, there is no way this is not a dream...

A/N:
I'd like to mention right now that I don't mean to offend or actually talk down to anyone that writes or reads stories where their OC is related to a character in the fandom universe. Since I gave credit in the above section of many similar stories before the story even started, I clearly read fanfics of this style- or at least I enjoy reading them if they are well built (written and plot wise). AND obviously, am writing my own. So yeah, please don't take offense, it's just my OC's personal opinion, lol. Anyways, tell me what you think so far. Good, bad, eh? Do you want to read more?