Disclaimer:I don't own any "Lost Boys" characters or concepts, etc. etc.
A/N: I know that maybe I shouldn't be starting a new story now, but I have terrible Writer's Block concerning all my other ongoing stories. They are all now officially on ice, with the possible exception of "Transfusion". BTW, I know this story may seem to move fast, but I styled it after the movie, which was also pretty fast-moving. Please enjoy!
Newbie
A motorcycle, purring like a tiger, split the night as an unfamiliar rider came tearing down the beach towards the pier. A black-clad figure sat astride the 1968 Harley Davidson XLCH, mouth set in grim intensity, gloved hands gripping the handlebars. David watched the figure, intrigued. This was one tough rider, he could tell. The mysterious biker came roaring up onto the pier, popping and holding a wheelie before screeching to a halt just apart from where David and the boys' bikes were parked. David walked up to the rider as he dismounted, kicking the kickstand with his booted heel. His black helmet obscured his face, save for his mouth. David looked at him, sizing him up. Black jeans, black leather jacket with heavy metal zippers on the front pockets and a belt cinched around the waist, black leather gloves with Teflon knuckles, and black Harley Davidson "Night Shift" boots met his appraising gaze.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," said the black rider gruffly. David just smiled.
"Sweet ride you've got," he commented.
"It gets me from here to there," replied the rider. He smiled and asked, "Interesting how you're more interested in my bike than me. Maybe I've finally gone far enough. Or you just don't know what you're looking at."
"What do you mean?" asked David. The rider simply smiled and pulled off his helmet…and her long wine-red hair tumbled down her back. David stared; the biker-girl smiled, her malachite eyes glittering with amusement.
"Surprised?" she asked. "Eh, I suppose you would be. Name's Rayven, by the way. Case you're interested."
"David," David replied, extending his hand. Rayven took it and shook it once firmly, smiling at him.
"I take it you haven't heard of me," commented Rayven. David shook his head, wondering briefly why he should have. "Some call me Venom, 'cus of my eyes," she continued. David had to agree with this: her eyes were infinite swirls of every shade of green, making a venomous look like poison. It sounded familiar…
"Wait, are you that singer from Philly?" he asked.
"Right in one," replied Rayven with a grin.
"What are you doing all the way out here?" asked David. "Did you ride that hog all the way across the country?"
"Yeah I did. I'm just trying to get away for a while, see some stuff, check out places I've never been to before. You know."
David nodded. He did know. He had done it too. How else he had ended up in a rat hole like Santa Carla? He smiled at her.
"So what are you going to do in Santa Carla?" he asked.
"Whatever I want," Rayven replied with a smile. David laughed.
"I like that!" he said. He glanced around. Star was nowhere to be seen. "Y'know where Hudson's Bluff is, overlooking the point?"
"I just got here; I don't know where the bathrooms are," laughed Rayven. "But if you wanna show me the way, I can keep up."
David grinned and swung himself onto his bike. Rayven mounted hers, leaving her helmet off. Laddie had tried it on while she was talking and she decided to let him hold onto it. "You take care of that for me, little man, OK?" she told him. Laddie grinned and nodded eagerly.
David looked at the other boys. "Keep an eye out for Star, K? You bring her home tonight." The boys nodded. David turned then to Rayven. "You ready?" Rayven just grinned and revved her motorcycle. David took off and Rayven followed. Rayven shortly pulled up alongside David, venomous eyes flashing as she laughed.
"C'mon David!" she called. David grinned as she gave a wild howl. Her hair was like claret wine spilled across the night sky as she shook it out behind her. He howled in response to her, both of them laughing at nothing. David continued watching Rayven as she turned her eyes back to the road ahead. He liked this newcomer's spirit. She had more to offer than the other drugged-up whores floating around the cesspool that was Santa Carla. She had more to offer than Star, even! Rayven had a taste for freedom that nothing would suppress. She liked to fly, and wouldn't let anyone hold her down. David smiled to himself. They might just be dusting off that "wine" bottle soon…
Hudson's Bluff loomed ahead. David turned to Rayven with a daring grin, urging her into an unspoken game of Chicken. Rayven looked back and forth between David and the point rapidly, trying to gauge when to stop. Finally she decided that her life was worth more than her dignity and hit the brake. But nothing happened. Her smile vanished and she looked down in horror. She squeezed the brake again, but still nothing.
"What's wrong, Rayven?" shouted David, not having noticed the problem. "Chicken?"
"My brakes!" she yelled. "My brakes don't work!" David looked over quickly, his smirk gone. Rayven repeatedly squeezed the brakes with no effect. Her head snapped up and she gave a cry as she saw how close to the cliff she was getting. She turned her bike sharply, trying to skid to a halt, but it wasn't working. Desperate and terrified, she jumped. Unfortunately, her pant leg was caught on the rim. The bike dragged her with it to the edge of the cliff. She finally wrenched herself free, but the resulting momentum threw her over the edge. She screamed as she plummeted to her death…only to find that she wasn't plummeting. She was hanging upside-down while David gripped her ankle. She looked up at him, eyes wide as she gasped for breath. David's face was tight, his expression firmly set as he held her. She curled up slowly, reaching up for his hand. He grabbed hers and held it in a death grip.
"I'm gonna let go of your ankle," he called. "Be ready to grab my hand."
"O-OK," she called back, her voice catching in her throat. David let go of her ankle and she quickly grabbed his wrist, gicing a small scream as her legs dropped under her. Terrified, she looked down at the waves crashing on the jagged rocks below.
"Don't look at that!" shouted David sharply, bringing Rayven's attention back to him quickly. "Look at me! Keep your eyes on me! Rayven, I will not drop you!" He strongly emphasized these words, tightening his grip on her wrists. He started to pull her up, and she walked up the rock wall as best she could. At last David dragged her back up onto the top of the cliff. She fell back on the grass, gasping, her arms and legs weak. David crawled next to her anxiously. "Are you alright?" he asked.
"I think so," Rayven wheezed. She looked up at him gratefully and then threw her arms around his neck and placed a heavy, thankful kiss on his cheek. "You saved my life. Thank you so much; you saved my life."
David put his arms around Rayven, a little surprised but smiling. "Anytime." He held her close, smelling flowers in her hair. Her heart was beating so hard he could feel it against his chest, her blood racing so fast he could hear it. "Oh man, look at you, you're shaking," he said gently. Rayven looked up at him in surprise, then down at herself.
"Wouldn't you, having hung over the side of a steep cliff with sharp pointy rocks beneath you?" she replied.
David smiled secretly. "Maybe. Hey, do you have a place to stay yet?"
"Nuh-uh. I just got here. I didn't know this is where I was going to end up, so I didn't bother to make a reservation somewhere."
"Then why don't you come with me? You can stay at my place. 'N don't worry, just 'cus there's four guys there doesn't mean we're gonna do anything bad. You'll be safe there if I say so."
Rayven looked up at David gratefully. "Sounds great. I will."