This story has no Star or Emerson family. But there will be Laddie. Just letting you guys know.

Also my plan was to make this a Lost Boys/OC story, but now I'm not sure becasue I don't want Conan to seem like a slut.

The problem with that is choosing a Lost Boy for her. For me that task is impossible. THEY ARE ALL SO FRACKIN' HOT IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO PICK JUST ONE!

Anyway... The next chapter will have those sexy Vampires we love so much

I don't own, only Conan and this idea.

My apologies for any spelling/punctuation mistake I've probably made

ONWARDS!


1987- Twelve years later.

The taxi stank.

Usually it was the smell of freshly vacuumed seats, of perhaps a bit of air freshener.

If you were unlucky, it was the smell of whoever had partied the night before and could no longer hold their drink in.

Instead, the whole car stank of the BO that was clearly radiating off the driver in waves.

Had this man never heard of the word shower?

Had this man never heard of the word deodorant?

Apparently not, I held my breath as he reached up a hand to run through his already greasy hair. Or at least what was left of it anyway. But even with the window open, I still got a waft.

A brightly coloured sign on the right side of the road indicated we were nearly at my destination.

Santa Carla.

Four years ago, my Mother had packed us a suitcase each and taken us to live with her Mother, or the Old Hag as I like to call her. The woman hated me. But the feeling was mutual.

Now I was finally returning to the one place I had actually enjoyed calling home.

My eyes stuck to the sign as we drove past it.

"Almost there." The smelly driver said in his gruff voice as if I was blind.

The back of the sign was covered in graffiti, but the words that captivated my attention the most, were the five sprayed along the bottom: 'MURDER CAPITAL OF THE WORLD.'

My mind wondered back to the events of last night. The words my Mother had spoken.

"You must always watch your back in Santa Carla honey. And trust no one. And for the love of God, don't make friends with any bad boys."

In my haste to be free from the Old Hag, I had forgotten the walls covered in missing person posters. I had always wondered; if Santa Carla was home to an awful lot of runaways, then why couldn't the resident's of Santa Carla runaway? It is after all a free country.

Of course, I was only ten at the time I thought this.

When I had shared this thought with my half sister Shelly, she had called me a lot of names. After that I had never spoken my assumptions aloud again.

"Here we are." The driver announced. My head snapped back to the front of the car to find him looking back at me expectantly. "You need help with your bag?" I didn't for a moment believe he would actually vacate the car and retrieve my belongings even if I did say yes.

Instead I shook my head no and got out of the car.

My Dad's house loomed in front of me. It hadn't changed much. It still had the white picket fence and the flowers attempting to climb the house to my window, the porch swing hadn't gone either.

The only difference was that all these things looked uncared for. The fence was no longer white; instead the paint was peeling and cracked with a grey tinge where it wasn't dirty. The gate was broken and barely hanging on by its hinges. The flowers that were once so bright and full of promise were now dead and dull. The porch swing was tatty and filthy and probably didn't smell much better than my driver.

Retrieving my bag, I paid the man; I really could not wait for him to leave. That smell would probably be stuck up my nose for days. Without a backward glance I gave him my thanks and headed up the path towards the front door, noticing the swing seat was covered in comics. They were the only thing Shelly and I had in common. Although the only interest she had in them was stealing them, whereas I preferred to read them.

Suddenly the door was flung open to reveal my Father. His shirt was in disarray and his trousers were hanging loosely on his hips. But the smile on his face told me he was just as excited about today as I was.

"Happy Birthday Sweetie!" He shouted tugging me to him. I didn't bother to fight him. Instead I just wrapped my arms around him, memorising this moment. "Phew. Did someone forget to take a shower this morning?" He added jokingly as he looked at me at arm's length.

"My driver." I replied rolling my eyes.

"You had a good day so far?" He asked quickly changing the subject. Yes today was my birthday, and not just any birthday. Today I was eighteen. I had lived for this moment.

My teen years had majorly sucked so far and every time my birthday arrived, I promised myself the next year would be better.

But of course they hadn't been. Mainly because of the Old Hag. But also because of Alex the Ex. But I didn't want to think about him right now, or ever.

I had made a deal with my Grandmother that when this day arrived, I would leave her house for good. My Mom had reluctantly agreed but only the condition I came back to Santa Carla to live with Dad. I had readily complied. I hadn't wanted to leave in the first place.

At the crack of dawn this morning, the Old Hag had shaken me awake, gave me a pretty disgusting breakfast, let me say a rushed goodbye to my Mom and had thrown me out at seven AM. If my Mom hadn't been there, I'm pretty sure the Old Hag would be partying the week away.

"If having been pretty much kicked out of the Old Hag's house and having to sit in a taxi that reeked for however long that journey took can count as good, then I am having a freakin' good day so far". I finally answered sarcastically.

My Dad was now surveying my choice of outfit for today. I was wearing my purple tank top that fitted me snugly along with my faded black jeans and biker boots, my leather jacket was tied round my waist.

"You look so much like your Mother." He said looking a tad wistful. At the mention of my Mother, his eyes left mine to look around behind me like he was searching for someone. "Let's get you inside. You're probably exhausted." He added finally turning his gaze back to me. He slipped his arm round my shoulder as he picked up my bag and escorted me inside. It was just as I remember it. The walls of the hallway were still blue, and the shoes were still in a state of disarray against the wall on either side of the door. A few cobwebs were dangling from the ceiling, but apart from that it was like I'd never left.

"I have to get going to work. I booked this morning off to see you back home. You remember where your room is. Go catch up on your beauty sleep." I scoffed. Baeuty sleep? There was also no way I was staying in the house all day. Don't get me wrong, I loved this house. But I loved the Boardwalk more. But judging by the look on my old man's face, he already knew my plans. "Well whatever you plan on doing, take a shower first, that driver really must have reeked. Oh and you don't have to worry about waking Shelly up, she's at Greg's." I hadn't been worried.

But I couldn't help the groan that left my mouth. Thankfully my Dad didn't hear it.

So Stinky Shelly still lived here? I had kind of hoped that she would have moved out by now, or perhaps been pushed off a cliff. But you can't have everything.

Before I could even open my mouth to reply, he kissed my forehead, grabbed his keys and left, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Had the house always been this silent? I thought to myself as I dragged my bag up the stairs with me.

I stopped just outside my room. My heart was racing with excitement as I reached for the handle. This room held so many memories for me. I had had my first kiss in here, made numerous forts with my Mom when I couldn't sleep, not to mention the amount of sleepovers I'd hosted. I pushed the door open in front of me, a smile taking over my face.

The first thing to be seen in my room was my photo wall. Every inch was covered in photos from my childhood up until I was fourteen. The eyes that followed you everywhere mainly belonged to my two best friends, Amy and Carter, but a few here and there were of my parents.

There was none of Shelly.

The rest of my room held my posters, book shelves, wardrobe and obviously bed. Throwing my bag across the floor, I picked up the phone that I could only help but hope Shelly hadn't used in my absence, and dialled a number. Even after four years, I still knew it off by heart.

After the third ring she picked up.

"Hello." Her voice sounded tired and bored, but another smile took over my face when I heard it.

"Amy. It's me."

"Conan? When did you get back?" Suddenly her voice was full of excitement.

"'Bout five minutes ago." I had called ahead last week to let her know I was coming home. "Meet you at the entrance at eight?" Our meet up point had always been the entrance to the Boardwalk. Just because we were older, didn't mean we had to change that. "Bring Carter." I added quickly. I hung up not bothering to wait for her reply. Our phone conversations had always been short and sweet.

Diving onto my bed, I made plans for what to do until eight. Unfortunately, I had forgotten just how comfortable this bed was and my eyes quickly drifted closed.


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