Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Lost Boys' or any of it's characters. I do however own my OC's. I should also add that I do not own the spell I used in this chapter, I found it online.

Authors Note: Thank you for the great reviews, they mean a lot to me. I should probably warn you guys that there's apparently more problems than I thought with my laptop therefor the next chapter may not be up for a while. That, and I'd prefer to get more written with the future chapters before I do anymore posting. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this latest installment.

Thanks again to my best friend for beta-ing this chapter. I have made a few edits since she went through it though so any mistakes are mine.


Chapter 3

"So, how long have you lived here exactly?"

"All my life. So probably over a hundred years at least."

"What? Are you serious?" Marko questions and I shake my head with a laugh.

"Of course not, like hell am I even close to a hundred." I tell him and he frowns, shaking his head in disbelief. "If I'm honest with you, it's 17 years exactly today,"

"Today?" He asks, stopping to rest against the railings, facing the boardwalk. I nod my head as I lean next to him facing towards the beach, "So, today's your birthday?"

"Uh, yeah. Kinda," I mention quietly, looking down at the drink in my hands.

"Well now I feel kinda shitty," When I look up at him in question, he shrugs, a half smile tugging at his lips. "It's your birthday and instead of letting you spend it with your girlfriend, I strong armed you into talking to me."

"She's not my girlfriend, she's just... a friend," I tell him strongly.

'A friend you kiss, a lot. A friend you fool around with, a friend you're forbidden to see!' sneers a voice inside my head.

I bite my lip, still looking down into the cup as I sigh. "It's no biggie, it's not like we'd have been able to do much together anyway," My tone comes off as slightly bitter and I wince, this isn't mine or Jen's fault. Both the argument last night and my lingering bitterness is all down to her father and Carl.

I shake my head of any thoughts regarding mine and Jen's relationship and stand straight. "Anyway, as you said; you 'strong armed me into talking to you'". Was there anything important you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Nothing in general, but there's something about you that just made me know I had to have a conversation with you, at least once." He tells me and I eye him suspiciously. This guy is throwing me. I can't shake the feeling of danger I get when I'm around him yet some of the things he says to me, trips me up and makes me want to forget about it.

I shake my head and force a smile at him, "Okay, so how many girls have you used that line on?"

I watch as he throws his head back and laughs, "Technically it's not meant to be a chat up line, so only you." I feel my smile grow to a genuine one before I grab his hand and drag him through the throngs of people.

"Okay, so where are you taking me?" I can hear his smile in his voice and I shrug, not really knowing.

"Well, it's my birthday. And underage or not I'd like an alcoholic drink, what do you think?"

"I think you read my mind."


"So where did you get these?" I question, popping the top off my second beer.

"I told you," he sighs, yet he's smiling as he leans against the wall. "I bought them." I can't help it, I snort before I drink a mouthful.

"Mhmm, yeah. You seem like just the type of person who buys beer." I throw some sand in his direction, smiling. As many reservations as I had about meeting up with him, I'm enjoying myself and Marko doesn't seem to bad.

Even if he is dangerous. Something in my head tells me.

"Me? Steal? Why I'd never do such a thing." The sarcasm in his voice is heavy and I bite my lip to stifle my laugh.

"Of course not." I begin, looking over at the ocean. "Although I'm sure that if you tried though, the innocent look you give off will help a lot." I confess, he turns his head quickly to look at me with interest.

"Hey, I've got a question," he starts, changing the subject. "Last week, when you ran down that alley. How did you manage to disappear so quickly?" My eyes widen ever so slightly and I keep my gaze directed towards the ocean.

"As I told you, I've lived here all my life. I know these streets like the back of my hand. If I want to escape someone, I know how to do it."

He nods slowly as if he's still taking in my words and I silently congratulate myself on the lie. "So you what, jumped the fence?"

I nod my head, not really having anything else to say to answer that question. It stays quiet between us for a while, the air a little tense as if he knows I'm hiding something but I try to pay it no mind.

"I guess that makes sense," he mentions finally and I don't answer, instead choosing to look down at the bottle in my hands.


I'm laughing about something, what it is, I'm not entirely sure. Marko lays next to me, both of us staring at the sky and when I turn my head, I see him smiling. He seems to sense me looking at him and his head swings to the side, meeting my eyes quickly.

I look back to the sky, trying and failing to suppress a grin before I bring my hand up to my face, checking my watch. I should leave soon if I want to get back home before curfew. I push myself up into a sitting position and Marko seems to follow quickly.

"What are you doing?" He questions as I stand up. Dusting myself off, I look down at him.

"Well unlike some people, I have a curfew I need to get home for." He's up off the ground before I can blink, standing in front of me.

"Well, if you want. I can take you home?" He offers quietly and its only now that I realize just how close he's standing to me.

"No, it's uhh... It's fine." I tell him, taking a step back from him but he catches my wrist, stopping me from moving backwards anymore.

"Please?"

I chew on my lip, wondering if that's a good idea. I go through multiple options before I realise this is my only option besides blinking, which is a bad idea on the boardwalk or the beach.

"Fine." I relent and he smiles that smile again before he seemingly drags me towards the boardwalk.


It doesn't take long for Marko to drive to my house from the boardwalk, what would be a good 20 minute walk became a 5 minute motorcycle ride. I don't take my time and as soon as he kicks the stand down, I slide off of the thing.

"Well, considering the way you drive. I got home much sooner than expected." I tell him as I look at my watch. He gets off the bike too, a small smirk gracing his lips.

"Motorcycles have their perks, what can I say?" We stand in awkward silence for a few minutes and I realise that the buzz from the alcohol has worn off, I shove my hands into my pockets and rock back and forth on my heels.

"Thanks.." I start, taking a step towards the gate before nodding towards my house. "But I should probably be heading in."

"Wait!" He calls as I turn and open the gate, he grabs my arm and turns me around and before I can think his lips are on mine.

This is so wrong.

I stiffen against him, my hands almost immediately going to his chest and pushing him away from me.

"What do you think you're doing?" I yell and instead of answering me, he moves in to kiss me again. "Stop!" I shout, waving my hands between us and he does. Completely.

My eyes widen and I take a step back from him before I click my fingers in front of his face, nothing.

"Shit! Now, really?" I hiss, looking up and down the street hoping that no one appears until this wears off. I chew my lip and step back to where I was stood, I don't know how long this will last and I don't want to be somewhere else when he unfreezes.

Just as I bring my hands back up to where they were, I see him leaning forward again and I push my hands against his chest once more.

"Are you crazy! What are you doing?"

"Kissing you, or at least. Trying to." he tells me and I glare at him.

"Why? You know about Jen, did you think it wouldn't bother me?"

"You're the one who said she wasn't your girlfriend."

"Doesn't mean I want to go around kissing other people, whether the relationship has a name to it or not."

"Monogamy is overrated."

"Maybe, but it's going behind her back, it still feels like I'm cheating on her." He rolls his eyes at my words and my glare hardens. "Look, I think I know what you're trying to do. You think that by kissing me, you hope I'll change my mind. But no, I only agreed to one meeting and that's how it's staying. So I think it's time you left."

His eyes show his anger at my words but I couldn't care. I step through into my front yard and close the gate between us.

"I kept up to my side of the deal, you keep yours. Leave me alone." I finish before I turn away from him and head inside. I lean back against the front door as it closes and sigh out in relief, I suddenly remember about what I just did and shoot up straight.

"Mom? Carl?"

"Its only me here, dear!" She calls back and the tension in my body leaves me.

"I froze him!" I call back, heading in the direction of her voice.

"What do you mean?"

"I froze him. I froze the guy I met up with tonight!" We both meet each other in the hallway and she frowns at me.

"Are you telling me that a new power came in?" She asks and I nod my head. "It happened outside of the house, how did you manage it?"

"Well the good thing is, it happened out there." I point in the general direction of the front yard. "Not many people out in the street this late at night." She ushers me to the couch and we both sit down.

"Okay, walk me through it." I play with the hem of my shirt as I recount everything that happened from when Marko offered me a ride home. She listens quietly, taking in every word as I talk.

"He kissed you?!" She asks when I've finished, a smile on her face and I frown.

"Not the time, mom."

"Right, right. Now, you know the drill. We need to try and get this under control as soon as possible. It's a good thing that Carl's away for the night." My mother beams at me and grabs my hand, leading me up the stairs. "I hope you finished your homework, it's going to be a long night."


I feel someone bounce down on my bed but I ignore it, choosing instead to pull the pillow tighter over my head.

"Sophia, we need to keep going."

"I so wish this power worked on you," I groan, trying to burrow further into my sheets. Although they're quickly pulled from me.

"Is that any way to talk to your mother?" She questions, pulling on my arm to pull me out of bed. I sit up on the floor, my eyes meeting hers with a playful glare.

"Is this any way to treat your daughter?" My mother laughs and moves away from the bed and towards the dresser. I narrow my eyes at her when she picks up a snow globe, given to me by my grandmother. "Don't." I warn.

She smiles at me before throwing it gently into the air, I cry out and flick my wrists. Freezing the object in mid air.

"Mom!" I cry in exasperation, standing up to grab hold of the globe before hugging it to my chest. "You know how much this means to me, what would you have done if I couldn't freeze it."

She shrugs, a small frown appearing on her face as she realises. "I had faith that you would be able to, you were getting the hang of it last night."

I continue to glare at her and she smiles reassuringly. "Look, sweetheart. I know you haven't got it handled 100 percent. But it's enough at the moment that you won't accidentally get caught, just keep practising every now and then and it won't be long until you've mastered it."

I nod at her, a small smile gracing my lips as I look down at the snow globe. "Do you remember when she gave this to me?"

"Yeah, you were about 8 years old. She brought it back from Scottsdale."

"Told me she'd gone on a business trip, took me a couple years to figure out that she didn't work and it was probably just something witch related." She laughs at my words, smoothing my hair back from my face.

"She misses you, yanno?"

"You've spoken to her?"

"Last night, after you went to bed. She likes me to keep her updated on your powers." My smile grows and I get up off the bed, moving back over to the dresser and putting the globe back in its place.

"Can I start learning spells?" I question and she smiles, standing and moving over to me.

"I thought you'd never ask, dear." She takes my hand and leads me out of the room.

"Wait, all I had to do was ask? I thought there was at least a reason you didn't introduce me to them properly." I see her lips turn up as she takes a key out of her pocket and unlocks her closet door. I watch as she digs around through the bottom before pulling out the same book I was looking at the other day.

"As easy as some of these spells are to cast, Sophia. You have to be careful at the same time. I wanted you to choose when you were ready to cast them, I wanted you to be responsible for this decision." She holds out the book to me and I take it from her.

"What do you think is the hardest spell in this book?" I ask, putting the book down on the dresser and opening it. She comes to rest next to me, flipping through the book before reaching a page.

"Probably this one," she points to the page and I shake my head, not surprised.

"Obviously the spell that would bring the dead back to life would be the hardest."

"You know, I think I'm going to number this thing." My mom says to herself and I roll my eyes. I doubt she'll get round to it. "Anyway, you want to try a spell. Why not try this one?" She questions as she flips through the book, she stops on the page that contains the spell to call on a loved spirit. "I'm sure she'd love to speak to you,"

I smile and read through the spell as my mother goes to gather the things I need. She puts them onto the dresser next to the book and looks to me expectantly.

"Try and set them up yourself." I look at the book, trying to see if there is any hints on how and come up empty before I look back to the the items. Six candles; three purple and three white, a picture of my grandmother a small round white cloth. Now that I think about it, it seems relatively simple.

I smooth the cloth out onto the floor next to the dresser before I pick up the candles, laying them around the edge of it, alternating the colours. I then place my grandmother's picture in the middle of the circle before looking to my mother in validation.

She smooth my hair back and kisses my forehead, "I know it's a simple one, but I'm still proud of you." She says, a smile on her face. "Now all that's left is for you to recite the spell exactly." I nod my head and look back to the book, "Oh, you may also need this." I watch as she places a small bell down next to me before I pick up the lighter. I read the spell quietly once more before saying it again out loud as I light the candles.

"'Blood of my blood,

You spirits of love,

Come from below and from above,

Entities loving who wish me well,

Come to this circle as I sound the bell."

Once I finish reciting the words, I pick up the bell and ring it three times before I sit back on my heels and wait. A couple minutes pass with nothing happening and I sigh, my mother kneels next to me and places her hand on my back.

"Don't become frustrated, dear. I told you, you're new to spells. They may take some time to work at first, but as you gain more experience, the better it'll get." I give her a small smile and shift myself so I'm sitting Indian style. "Try again." She encourages.

I bring my hand up to my mouth and chew on my nail as I reassure myself. A couple minutes later, I move my hand and take a deep breath before doing everything again.

I ring the small bell three times and on the last ring the circle becomes engulfed in bright lights, I squint against them and look at my mother, seeing that she's unaffected.

"You get used to it, I promise."

I turn back to the circle and see that the light has gone, leaving my grandmother in its place. She looks around for a few minutes before realisation dawns on her and she smiles. Looking down at us both, I watch as her arms open wide.

"My darlings!"

"Nana!"

"Mom!" Both my mom and I talk at the same time, rushing to stand up. She steps out of the candle circle and reaches for us both, her arms wrapping around us in the ghostly imitation of a hug.

"Suzanne, it's not like you to call me again so soon." She playfully scolds, still holding us both in a hug.

"Actually, the reason you've been called so soon is because of Sophia. She wanted to learn about spells. She's the one who called you."

My grandmother pulls back in shock, yet her face shows glee as her attention shifts towards me quickly.

"Congratulations on you're first spell, darling." She mentions before pulling me into another hug. "Gosh, Sophia. I've missed you so much." Her hands go to my cheeks when she pulls away and I smile. "How have you been? How are your powers treating you? I heard you got a new one last night."

"Mom, we've got plenty of time before Carl gets home. Why don't we sit and Sophia can tell you everything you want to know?"

My smile widens at my mother's words and I nod enthusiastically. My nan watches me in amusement before putting a hand on both of our shoulders.

"Well, that sounds like a superb idea."


Author's Note:

Thank you once again for taking the time to read my fic, please review and let me know what you think.