Authors Note: Ok. I hope that people like this story. It's my first fanfic ever and it took me forever to figure out how I wanted to open the first chapter. The disclaimer mentions the book Chasing Yesterday, but you don't have to have read it to understand this story. I'm just trying to cover all of the bases since some of my plot is borrowed from that series, and because I don't want to get sued. Anyway, back to the story.
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Disclaimer- I don't own anything related to the Lost Boys or Robin Wassermann's Chasing Yesterday. However, I do own this plot line, and Hayley my OC.
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Character Thoughts FlashbacksChapter 2The room is silent except for the steady ticking of the clock. Twenty girls dressed in white sweats sit quietly at their small metal desks. The desks are uncomfortable not only because of the hard titanium seats, but also because of the handcuffs that are around each girls left wrist and ankle, chaining them there. The girls read quietly, not because they are particularly interested in what they are reading, but because they are afraid of what will happen to them if they make a sound. The large metal door snaps suddenly open and the tall man with the cold gray eyes comes in followed closely by a petite blonde woman. The man nods at the guard supervising the girls and the guard hands him a key, which he gives to the woman. She walks briskly over to a pale, redheaded girl sitting in the back corner, and frees her from the handcuffs. She pulls her up roughly and shoves her out the door, the man following behind. They go to the familiar room with the red door. Inside the girl climbs onto the gurney without being told. She waits patiently, yet fearfully as the metal straps that bind her to the table are snapped into place around her. The man prepares a syringe filled with a luminescent green liquid. The woman smiles wickedly at the girl before she is asked to leave the room. The man cleans a spot on the girls arm with peroxide and as he injects her with the liquid, tells her not to scream. She does anyway.
"Again with the screaming! Man, if this doesn't stop soon, we're going to have a problem."
Hayley's screams were cut off as her body hit the ground. She looked around to see the four boys that had found her on the beach staring down at her, obviously amused. She took a couple of seconds to catch her breath. The nightmare had been so real, but she couldn't for the life of her remember why it seemed so familiar.
"Hey, are you going to sit on the floor all night?"
Hayley looked up to see that the boys were still staring at her, and that the smallest blonde with the curly hair was holding his hand out to help her up. She looked at him suspiciously.
"If you help me up, are you going to hold me against my will again?" She asked bluntly.
The boy grinned and shook his head no. Hayley grasped his hand and he pulled her up off the floor.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
Looking around the room now, Hayley was amazed at what she saw. She was in a cave, if you could even call it that. Brightly lit by oil drums, it was filled with all of the trappings of a hotel, complete with a fountain and an elevator. There was a wheelchair with a black trench coat thrown haphazardly on it at the head of the room, and tunnels leading to other parts of the cave towards the back. There were posters on the walls, and the faint sound of rock music could be heard from a radio in the corner.
After taking in the room she looked back at the boys to see them watching her expectantly. The boy with the mullet raised an eyebrow.
"Well?"
"Impressive." Hayley said, still in awe.
"This was the hottest resort around here about eighty years ago, at least until the big one hit San Francisco in 1906. It took a header right into the crack. Now it's ours."
The speech sounded monotonous and rehearsed, but Hayley found it interesting all the same. She nodded and then realized that she still had no idea where she was.
"Where is 'around here' exactly?" she asked.
The boy with the fishnet shirt grinned.
"Santa Carla, girl! Best city in California!"
California. You're only in California. You ran in the complete opposite direction you wanted to go in. They'll find you. You know they will. She shook her head lightly. Her thoughts weren't even making sense. She must have hurt her head worse than she thought. Speaking of her head…
Hayley's fingers flew to her forehead but she could find no trace of injury. She looked down at her stomach, but besides the large gash in her shirt, there was no evidence that she had ever been hurt. She looked up at the boys.
"How…?"
"We were hoping you could tell us." The one with the mullet said, eyes now trained on her. Hayley shivered at his intense gaze and looked around at the other boys. It was then she realized that she didn't know their names.
"So, I gave you my name. I think it's fair that I get yours." She said looking at each of them.
"Yeah, only after you stared at our arms." The dark haired one mumbled.
Hayley looked at him funny.
"What?" He looked over at her.
"You don't remember? You said you'd only give us your name if we showed you our arms."
"No I don't remember. Why would I do that?"
"You tell us." The one with the mullet spoke again.
Hayley just shrugged her shoulders. They were all silent for a moment before 'mullet boy' broke the silence once more.
"I'm David." He said finally. Hayley nodded and he continued.
"That's Paul," he pointed over at the blonde with the wild hair and the fishnet shirt who waved enthusiastically.
"Dwayne," he gestured to the brunette who simply nodded.
"And Marko." He pointed to the boy with the curly hair and crazy looking jacket, who grinned at her.
She nodded at all of them and attempted to smile. They fell into silence again and Hayley had a feeling she knew what was coming. Sure enough, Paul sat down next to her on the bed she had been sitting on and slung his arm around her shoulders.
"So what happened to you, girl?" he asked.
"I-I don't know." She said finally realizing.
Her entire memory was blank. The only thing that she could come up with was that she was in danger. She couldn't let them find her. That would be a heck of a lot easier if she knew who 'they' were.
"What do you remember?" David asked her.
Hayley closed her eyes and tried to think of something else anything else she remembered, but she was coming up blank.
"Just that I was running from someone. They hurt me so I ran and now I'm here" she said.
David just nodded.
"You can stay here, if you need to, since you don't know anyone here." He told her sounding a bit unsure of himself, like this was an out of character thing for him to do.
She wanted to argue, after all, she didn't really know these boys, but where else did she have to go? Stay. You'll be safe here. There was that voice in her head again. It seemed to know better than her so she nodded.
"Ok. Thanks I guess."
David just nodded towards her again.
The boys began to talk amongst themselves for a while, with Hayley only half listening. She was tiered and extremely confused. Before she knew it Marko was shaking her awake saying that they were going out for a couple of hours and would be back soon. That's the last thing she remembered before drifting off to sleep.
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When the boys came back from hunting, they found Hayley already fast asleep. The three younger boys immediately looked to their leader.
"What do you think happened to her?" Marko asked looking over at the form of the sleeping girl.
Paul scoffed.
"What happened to her? How about what she is? She's not a vampire, but we all saw her heal like one."
"I don't know what she is. That's why she's staying here." David said firmly. The other boys nodded and walked off to the elevator shaft. David however lingered.
He walked over to the sleeping girl and looked her over. Her skin was a pale milky white which was in great contrast to the shock of fiery red hair that fell past her shoulders. Her body was slender and fragile looking like only the slightest amount of pressure would break her. Carefully he leaned over and brushed her long bangs out of her face, studying her forehead for any trace of a mark. There was none. She had healed just like they would have, but she wasn't a vampire. He couldn't help but wonder what had been done to this girl to make her able to heal from fatal wounds, to make her able to run as fast as she had yesterday night, to make her able to break a vampires grip. He took his hand off her forehead and stood there for a few seconds. He would get his answers. He always did. Smirking to himself, he walked off to the elevator shaft leaving Hayley to sleep somewhat peacefully in the lobby.
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