The Frog Sister: Revised

Disclaimer: I don't own The Lost Boys only thing I own is my original character Becca.

(Original word count was over 3K new one is over 4K)

Chapter 2: Surrounded by Fog

Sadly, Becca could believe it, though she didn't want to. This had to stop now, she had clearly humored them for far too long already. "They still have plenty of bonfires here I'm sure," She noticed her little brothers still paying more attention to the group before them instead of her. She was about to change that, "so Edgar, Al the both of you are going to help me clean out that storage closest tomorrow and every last 'stake' will be going into those bonfires before summer ends."

"What!?" They both shout and turn from the so-called vampires in front of them, "No way!" Edgar stated gruffly with a glare, "Yeah you can't do that!" Alan said backing his brother up, "Yeah, you're not our mom!" Edgar continued his glare. It didn't phase her.

"Yes, I can do that. No I'm not your mother but I am your big sister. So, you will do as I say otherwise I will find our mom then make her sober up and sic her on the two of you!" That would be a nightmare to accomplish but Becca was a determined girl, she could make it happen. A laugh came from one of the guys, but she just glared hard at her brothers paying no mind to the other boys. It wasn't a nice threat if there was such a thing, seeing as how their mom would take out her frustration at losing her high or buzz or maybe both out on all of them. Usually she was laid back but that was mostly because of what she was smoking at the time.

"Y-You wouldn't do that." Alan stuttered, "Try me," She smirked, and the blond from earlier who made the comment about 'almost getting staked' snickered, "You better listen to your big sis, she sounds serious." Becca knew a taunt when she heard one but it wasn't her job to keep the other boys in line. No her only responsibility was dealing with the two knuckleheads she was unfortunately related to.

"You stay out of this!" Alan pointed at the gang before paling, "And she's not our sister!" Becca just rolled her eyes, "Right now I wish that was true." The older sibling sighed, "You don't understand they'll kill us if we don't have protection!" Edgar insisted.

"We'd kill you either way if we really wanted to." One of the blonde's cackled and Alan pointed and yelled, "See."

"Please don't encourage them." The dark-haired girl asked with obvious frustration, "Sure, sure." The same blond replied with a shrug and a smirk.

Edgar raised the water gun threateningly, he had lowered it when he started arguing with his sister but now looked ready to pull the trigger. It still looked anything but threatening, but enough was enough, "Look, guys, the last thing I want to do is spend my break cleaning out your closet full of stakes and who knows what else. But it's going to be done first thing tomorrow, and that's that."

Her word was law and they knew it.

"But-", The slightly older girl shook her head, "No end of discussion, get back to your shop before someone runs off with a handful of comics or the cash register even. I'll see you two in the morning."

"We can't just leave you here with them!" Edgar exclaimed with a tone of disgust in his voice when he referred to the other group. Becca glanced at them from the corner of her eye just then to see them finding amusement in her predicament. The one that was probably the leader was just smoking calmly and watching the show, because that's what this was to them.

"Fine I'll leave too-" Her eyes drift to the comic shop behind the two boys and suddenly widen, she lets out a gasp, "That guy just took off with some comics!" Becca pointed to a person a-ways away who was moving quickly in the opposite direction, the two boys look back and curse before taking off after him. Meanwhile forgetting all about their sister and the monsters they left in their wake. They really were too easy to trick.

Ther laughter behind her made her turn, "Oh man, that was so funny," more than one of them was busting a gut and a smirk or two decorated the remaining boys' faces, "What is?" The blue-eyed girl asked innocently, "You're good," the leader told her with a shake of his head, "I don't have the faintest idea what you mean."

"Your expression and even your voice sounded genuine when you pointed out that thief. Who knew that someone who shared genetics with the two of them could lie so well." He butted his cigarette and put it behind his ear as he finished talking.

"Obviously not that well if you could tell." She muttered to herself before speaking clearly, "I feel like I should be insulted on my brothers' behalf, but mostly I'm just wondering how you could tell that I was lying."

"Saw the guy in question pass by, he didn't steal anything."

There was something about the way he smirked that said, 'I know something that you don't' so she asked, "That simple?"

"That simple." Somehow, she wasn't sure about that after all, how well could he have been watching what that guy was up to if he was watching her facial expressions closely at the same time?

"I feel kinda bad for the poor soul you sent your brothers after." Her attention turned to the one that spoke, "Well, I'm pretty sure that they aren't carrying stakes, so it should be fine…"

Most likely they'll catch up tackle the guy and then get chewed out it happened more than she would like to recall, "Speaking of I should apologize… for my brothers trying to stake you." Becca had to hold back a wince at those words. He just laughed them off, "You didn't do anything but if you want to make it up to me you can." He winked, "By the way name's Marko, and the crackling idiot beside me is Paul." He pointed to the laughing blond who was reasonable for most of the laughing earlier.

"David." The last blond stated, and the only brunette nodded to her and simply said, "Dwayne."

"I'm-" David interrupted, "Becca," She raised an eyebrow, "It's what your brother called you." Rolling her eyes, she responded, "That's right." Marko chimed in then, "So that's short for Rebecca, right?"

"Yeah, but I don't really like being called by my full name."

The reason was a half forgotten memory from her childhood but as she never dwelled on it she couldn't really recall the reasoning, still the feelings stuck with her all the same.

"Got it I won't call you by your full name then." Paul flirted, "Thanks." The Frog girl replied sarcastically, "So you wanted to make the whole staking incident up to me, right?" Marko asked, "What did you have in mind?" Becca asked.

He grinned, "Nothing too crazy, let's go grab a bite to eat."

"I already ate." The young woman said, "Well I haven't, and you said you wanted to make it up to me, right?"

No, she didn't say that, it was just him totally trying to guilt trip her into buying him dinner. She really wished it wasn't working but to some degree it was. Besides it wouldn't be too horrible spending time with a cute guy even if she had to pay for him which did bug her but just this once she'd overlook it. It was of course all her little brothers' fault.

David cut in then, "As much as I'm sure she'd love to buy you dinner, I think tonight should be a little bit more exciting. Especially given how she's planning to spend her day tomorrow, don't you?" Marko frowned, "But-" He shook his head, "She can take you out tomorrow night, tonight how about a ride?" He asked the last part while looking straight into her blue-eyes, it didn't feel like a question though. She suddenly felt uneasy as goosebumps ran up her arms in response to the change in atmosphere.

"That's okay… like you said I have a busy day tomorrow." She lowered her eyes uncomfortably.

It was stranger how quickly the mood changed, one minute she was relaxed albeit slightly annoyed but the next it was like the vibe the boys were giving off had changed. Vibe? Listen to her, she was starting to sound like her hippie parents. There wasn't a worse comparison in her books. And not because they were a pair of outta of time hippies either.

"I insist… don't worry we won't bite." He said it in such a mocking tone and she knew he was once again poking fun at her through her brothers. Still, the brunette doesn't say anything because her sense of danger was going haywire and telling her to leave. That something was wrong be it vibes, general instinct, or her brother's paranoia rubbing off on her she had to leave.

That last thought struck her though leaving the Frog girl infuriated at herself. Was Becca really letting her brother's paranoia scare her that much? She didn't know if that's what it was for sure, but it made the most sense. If that was the case she didn't want to give into it. Because despite what she felt at the moment Becca was nothing but logical and even with missing posters signs everywhere she had never been the type to be overly cautious and yet she was still alive and well.

"Come on it'll be fun!" Marko words prodded her, his smile was friendly enough. Just like that all of a sudden she was on board with the idea, "Where would we go?" It didn't strike her as weird how she suddenly relaxed back into the situation not like it should have.

"Haven't you heard that it's not the destination that's important but the journey there?" Paul added in causing Marko to shove him, "You shouldn't try to sound cool, it doesn't work." They both then start acting like her brothers, meaning like children as they start shoving each other. It looked mostly playful though and caused her to relax even further around the group.

"Alright I suppose a ride couldn't hurt, but only a short one I do have to get some rest tonight."

Becca was suddenly curious as to what their ride would be clearly they weren't all planning on climbing into just any old vehicle.

David smirked, "Sure, a short ride."

Marko moved forward, "Want to ride with me?"

"No, she doesn't. You're a crazy driver." The brunette spoke up for the first time since he stated his name, "Am not, Paul's worse than me!"

That answered her earlier question. They must be bikers if she was riding with just one of them. It made more sense then all four of them having their own cars and driving them all out to the boardwalk. Plus it matched they way they dressed and handled themselves perfectly.

Becca quickly got the feeling that none of them were exactly what one would call a safe driver, "I'm the best driver here!" The other blond argued back but before Marko could retort she cut it short, "Sure, why not, I'll ride with you."

"Great!" He grinned triumphantly in Paul's direction then reached for her hand and quickly proceeded to interlock their fingers, it took her aback as his hold seemed more intimate than not.

Before she could do or say anything about it in one way or the other Marko proceeded to pull her in the direction where their rides were probably parked, "Your funeral." Paul called out and the boy pulling her stuck out his tongue in response, it was all very mature and made her forget about the potentially intimate hand holding. "Well, you only live once right?" Becca said bravely.

David laughed, "Come on, our bikes are this way." He pointed in the opposite direction.

The curly-haired youth in front of her muttered an 'I knew that.' Before changing direction and still pulling her along after him. It wasn't like she had never accepted rides from strangers before, the girl's parents couldn't stay sober enough to ever drive and she couldn't walk everywhere. It would be alright, it always was. Becca refused to let her brothers' frighten her with all their nonsense vampire talk.

With her mind on her brother's it made her glad to notice Marko wasn't like them, he doesn't try to dislocate her arm from her shoulder while pulling her along. He simply guides her enthusiastically, however, that made her wonder just how old he was.

"Ever rode on a bike before?" He asked, "Sure thing, only it was kind that had pedals and no engine." She joked, and he grinned back at her, "Don't worry you'll like it!" She wasn't sure about that but his grin was infectious so she smiled right back at him.

They arrived at the motorcycles a brief time later and they were pretty intimidating close up. If there was one thing Becca was good at though it was pretending, or rather lying but it was all the same thing if you really thought about it.

The girl kept a straight face, even as she got on behind Marko. Hearing them reeve his bikes up made keeping her cool harder, but at that point she knew no one was looking directly at her. It made her feel better because surely her face was now likely showing her apprehension, but then they blasted off making her forget that she wanted to hide that in the first place. If she didn't scream and tighten her grip enough to cut off the Marko's air supply then she would eat her own backpack.

It didn't help that they all laughed at her reaction even the blond she was currently clinging onto as a lifeline. The young woman wasn't sure how he had enough breath to laugh at all given the circumstances. "Relax, you'll be fine." That was easy for him to say, while Becca wasn't beyond trying new things this felt a bit more out of her control than she would have liked.

"I told you he was crazy!" She removed her face from his back which the girl couldn't even remember burying there to begin with to look over at the voice that said, "You're one to talk!" She shouted back after watching him drive for a few seconds. It wasn't easy to see through the darkness and the fog that seemingly just sprung up from out of nowhere but from what she could make out of his headlights or perhaps they were his brake lights? He was weaving all over the place and going even faster than Marko by the looks of it.

Marko laughed, "You tell him, Becca!" Her eyes slowly adjusting somewhat and her hold around his waist wasn't as tight as before. It wasn't all that bad even if her hair would probably leave much to be desired when they finally stop. She wasn't overly girly so the thought didn't bother her for more than a second, mostly due to the thought of having to spend more time untangling it than anything.

They drive like that for a while longer so Becca eventually gets used to it and even starts to feel relaxed. What with the wind hitting her face and the bike softly rumbling beneath her it wasn't that bad of an experience to be honest. Becca was also distinctly aware of not only the bike under her but the body in front of her. While she had dated her and there when she had the time the young woman rarely got this close to a boy when they weren't making out, it was certainly nice.

Perhaps she was a cuddler and never knew it, she did like to hug the healthier friendly animals at school but Becca had thought it might've had something to do with their natural cuteness that drew her to act that way.

Scanning her surroundings she noticed they were riding along behind the others from what she could tell though it didn't appear to be by too much. Still it was nice of Marko to not be going all out, of course, just as she had the thought that David called back to them, "How's the ride fast enough for you?"

"It's fine, thanks." The girl leaned in closer to the body in front of her to shield herself from the wind a bit. Even through his jacket she could feel how cold he was, but they were moving at fast speeds. It gave her a chill as well so since he was in front of her it only made sense that he'd get the brunt of the cool wind. He was likely used to it though because he wasn't shaking even the slightest as the girl thought she might do in his shoes.

"You sure you don't want to go a bit faster." His voice practically carried a smirk with it when he talked, she could practically visualize it.

The brunette doesn't know why she said it may be because it felt like he was testing her, and she didn't want to fail. Or maybe it was just because she didn't like his tone which was always just short of mocking her or perhaps she'd temporarily lost her mind, whatever the case was she still said it, "It's not like these bikes could go that much faster anyway so go for it."

The boy in front of her glanced back, "Was that a challenge?" The look on his face both scared and thrilled her. Becca knew she couldn't back down, no, she wouldn't take it back and look weak in front of him, them.

Becca only hoped they really couldn't go that much faster. As relaxed as she was at their current speed she was never one to push the speed gauge when she drove herself, not that the brunette had driven herself all that much, cars were expensive.

"I think it was!" Someone called but the girl wasn't taking her eyes off of Marko, so she wasn't sure who said it.

"Alright, boys let's turn it up a notch." That time though it was clearly David who spoke.

And so, they did, if this ride didn't kill her then nothing else could. She had this thought vaguely as her grip tighten again as once more she buried her face into his back.

Becca hand to give herself props for not screaming this time if nothing else.

The terrifying ride was over at least for the moment. They stopped the bikes and even though she had screamed when they first took off, the Frog girl had proudly kept it in during the second burst of speed. So there was that to be proud of as the brunette sat atop Marko's bike catching her breath and proceeding to calm her heart rate in the least obvious way she was able.

"Too much for you?" He said as he dismounted. Becca glared as her hands were forced to release his jacket, only to be brought to her hair instead. The brunette was smoothing it down mainly to try and hide the fact that they weren't steady as they should be. The girl wasn't really trying to fix her hair, as she knew there was no fixing it, at this point.

He grinned and took her hands out of her hair, Marko was holding her hands again. She knew he could feel the way they shook but she did her best to take attention off of them and that fact, "How does your hair not turn into one giant frizz ball?"

He tilted his head and gave her a secret smile, "Good genetics?"

She doesn't buy that for a second but really what else could it be? His hair didn't have that much product in it she would know given that some brushed against her on the ride here. Though maybe he used some around the top of his head? After all, it was only the hair that trailed down his back that had brushed her cheek when she held onto him.

"Where are we?" Becca gave up thinking about the unfairness of his hair verus her own to ask the question as she glanced around.

"We come here to look at the view." Dwyane said from next to her, she hadn't even noticed his bike was right beside Marko's own, which she was still sitting on.

As she thought that the blond who hadn't let go of her hands until just then helped her off of his bike. Becca wasn't the steadiest but somehow, she didn't land on her ass, small favors and all. He then led her over to the other two with Dwyane following behind them, it was still extremely foggy, so she couldn't tell what view she was supposed to be seeing but just then she heard it.

Waves were below them, "Is that water?" Becca looked down and it hit her then that she was standing at a cliff's edge, "On a full moon you'd see easier through the fog but if you look at just the right angle you should still see some of it."

"Hearing it's enough…

The girl thought that seeing it to might make her suddenly develop a fear of heights and not because of the so-called view. Normally Becca would say that she was relatively smart especially when compared to her family. However, at this moment she felt anything but her earlier feeling of danger had returned full force with her awareness of the cliffs around her.

The young woman was with strangers on the edge of a cliff in a fog that was too thick to see through. This spoke to the side of her that had seen too many horror movies and that might have listened to one too many of her dorky brothers' paranoid aliens, vampires, and mummies speeches. No she didn't believe in them, she was a logical girl but logic sometimes fled when fear took over. Not that she was afraid to that extent at least not yet, hopefully not ever.

"Here," Her hand was taken again and funnily enough she recognized it as Marko's hand. Becca wondered if it was weird that she already knew the difference. The blond who she could barely see moved her a bit and that made her move even closer to the edge of the cliff but before she could take her hand back and run away screaming and totally acting like her brothers he asked, "There see it now?"

"See what?" Her eyes rose from their ground watching position to the view in front of her. Her actions were those born of curiosity and a sudden sense of security due to the hand holding hers. Becca didn't know how a virtual stranger made her feel so calm just by simply grabbing her hand but he did.

So she looked forward without fear, it was something even through the fog or maybe because of it the sight was breathtaking in an eerie kind of way. Years earlier she had been on some of the cliffs around Santa Carla, somehow she knew it was not this one though even if back then it was broad daylight. Becca had never risked being this close to the edge back then either, it was one thing to live life to the fullest and another to live it foolishly.

When one slip of the foot or dislodging of a rock could spell the end her taste for adventure could be suitably curved.

"Nice view huh?" He stated from behind her, "Yeah…"

Wait behind her? Wasn't he beside her a second ago? Her hand was empty too, when had he let go?

"Wanna take a closer look?" Marko asked, and the girl's eyes leave the view before her to look back at him, "We're as close as we can get."

"No, we aren't." He smiled in a devilish fashion and that feeling that buried itself just seconds earlier was back. Where did it keep going? How could she so easily forget it, when it was so glaringly obvious that the boy in front of her was just as dangerous as the others. Who she was only now realizing she couldn't see or even hear.

Her head turned to look for the rest of the group only she didn't see them, it had to be because of the fog, right? Maybe it was just the fog making her this uneasy. Not Marko. No, there wasn't anything dangerous or scary about him... it was just the foggy night getting to her.

"Where is everyone else?" The Frog girl took a step away from the edge which meant taking a step closer to Marko, "Around." Her eyes find his again. No he wasn't dangerous but this suddenly felt too much like the setup to one of those stupid college fraternity hazings. Becca hated those and refused to have any part in them.

"This isn't funny." Since her hand was no longer in his the brunette crossed her arms defensively. When had he let go of her hand? Wait hadn't she already had that thought? No, she didn't think so. Why was she so slow to notice things lately?

He smiled, "What isn't?"

"I want to leave now." Her voice came out steady and clear, but her heart was racing. Marko just smiled wider like he knew that she was scared even though he can't possibly know that without having super hearing or something. Edgar's voice was in the back of her mind taunting her with the word 'vampire', of course that was just absurd. So being sensible she ignored it.

"Okay, but first let's get a closer look." Once again, he went to grab for her hand but this time she pulled it back. Becca had no plans to lose herself in the odd feeling of safety that she felt when connected to him, "No, I want to go now." The brunette wouldn't back down it had been a long time since she let others run all over her and she wasn't about to let that change now.

"Fine." He shrugged and said, "Then I'll take a closer look without you." He was facing her and the cliff so he easily maneuvered to her left a bit and then putting one foot in front of the other. She turned to watch him wondering what he was up to and waiting for him to stop walking. He didn't. Marko just stepped off of the cliff with a grin and a casual wave.

Becca screamed as her hands flew forward to try and grab at him her fingers only just brushing against his jacket but not able to take hold. It was almost like she was grabbing at the fog it's self.

He had simply stepped off of the cliff with a smile.

Marko was gone and all that was left was the fog surrounding her.

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