Disclaimer: The Lost Boys belongs to Warner Bros. I'm just having a bit o' fun with the characters.


6. boardwalk

XI. Busted

"You! Off the boardwalk!"

The brief struggle with one of Santa Carla's many upstart gangs attracts the new security guard. The rival gang melts away in the brief confusion, blending into the crowd. Curious tourists disperse at the guard's admonishment that there's nothing to see here. The Boys wait their turn.

"Here we go," says Paul.

Something in Dwayne's stance calls for caution. David senses it too. Marko says it all - "Oh, boy."

"I said, get off the boardwalk." A feral growl accompanies the order.

"You heard him; let's go," says David.

Except Paul has the last word: "Hairball!"


1. lost

XII. Void

We were strolling along the beach when we came upon them. Young men and women in the darkness, standing still beneath the light of the rising moon, and they spoke very softly near the high tide mark, their teeth bright and sharp in the moonlight. We stood not too far while the ocean wind brought their words to our ears – "They're gone, all of them, gone!" said the chorus. Their voices dwindling, punctuated at last by a wild, distant cry. It was a signal to leave, so we walked away, listening to the final word whispered at our backs: "Lost!"


4. Santa Carla

XIII. Just Visiting

Santa Carla at night was never a place for the faint of heart. I looked at my watch only to find it stopped at five after eleven. I asked the first chump I saw for the time. He said half past midnight and smiled. I didn't like his teeth. I hurried to the hotel, wishing I hadn't asked.

The night clerk stared at me, but smiled as he gave me my room's card key. His teeth were long, sharpened into points.

I gave him a wide grin in return. His smile faltered at what he saw.

My teeth were longer.


2. boys

XIV. Dark Within

Some boys are difficult, but there are some who are very different. They are the ones to watch out for because they are killers.

You and I don't notice them because they only come out at night. There are four, three shades of blonde and one brunette, hanging about town, their youthful faces always hiding the dark hunger within.

Until they begin to feed - then their faces change into something very terrible, and their smiles become wider, their teeth sharper.

That's when revelers from last night's bonfire disappear, taken during the night, leaving behind cold dead ashes in the morning.


5. beach

XV. Sandy

The night was beautiful with the full moon leaving a glistening trail on the rolling ocean like spilled milk on indigo silk. Sandy thought a walk on the beach would be nice until she saw the sand castle melting into the surf. She was so busy digging a moat for the castle that she didn't scream when strong arms wrapped around her, rank carrion breath at her neck followed by sharp pain then blackness.

Thirst quenched, Paul let her body fall. Watching the rest of her blood slowly trickle into the moat, he knocked the rest of the castle down.


49. glitter

XVI. Isn't Gold

After what David and his band of brothers did to pouting Edward Cullen, it was agreed that his offending corpse be left outside for sunlight to work its incendiary magic upon. Imagine the Boys' surprise when they found the darn cadaver back in their cave with a note from the neighborhood werewolves:

No littering of glittery corpses. Did one of you guys bleed all over him?

P.S. Can we have his head? Don't ask. Thanks!

"Let's see if glitter burns," said Marko, so they built a bonfire that very night.

They happily gave the werewolves Edward's head. No questions asked.


52. video store

XVII. Late Fee

The tall creep that runs the place didn't look like the kind of guy who'd waive the late fee.

Jake stood there for quite some time. The video store closed early tonight, and his videotapes were late. He was alone on the boardwalk and didn't notice the store proprietor watching him hungrily from within the dark store.

Earlier, Max was thinking about going home, perhaps grabbing a body to drink on the way, but it was easier when dinner arrived on one's doorstep.

He came forward, opening the door. "You're just in time. I was about to close for dinner."


67. bicycle

XVIII. Pedal Pusher

The problem started with an innocent hiccup.

And Marko ended up stranded, wondering what went wrong as the motorcycle's engine faded then died. Now it was back in the cave more or less in pieces. Paul or Dwayne would be working on it, but it was going to take quite a while. In the meantime he would have to settle for the bicycle - that creaking, rusting monstrosity that must have been David's first ride before he hit puberty a century ago.

Marko sighed. Unfortunately, it was now his ride.

He began to pedal, the rusty chains squeaking in agony.


57. rocks

XIX. Sticks and Stones

Unfortunately, the first victim of the night had put an end to his expansive mood. The nerve of the guy to call him names, vulgar ones at that. That's when David drew the line.

He decided to be quick with his victim. No skull biting, no terrorizing or tormenting to soften them up. This was going to be better for him and different from what he usually did. As the walking blood bags would say, easy as pie.

He watched, enjoying the dwindling screams and fleshy thud.

Regretfully, type O blood on the rocks was not to his liking.


74. rose

XX. A Taste in Crimson

Prick your fingers on the thorns so I can lick the myriad droplets that well up on your skin. I slide my tongue along your hand, your body, savoring the sweet saltiness of your blood as it coats the surfaces of my mouth.

Throw your head back to reveal your uncovered perfumed neck, its smooth paleness, its soft pulse, and tempting warmth. The warmth I envy.

Of course I would like you to sleep, long and deep, among the scattered scarlet rose petals.

Then softly will the sharp kiss from my teeth take you deeper until sleep turns into death.