Eyes Older Than the Rest
CH 3: New Recruits and an Almost Marko
AN: Hey guys. I just wanna thank anyone who actually reads my stuff and anyone who takes the time to review. It means a lot to me. No really. It does…. Anywho, I do not own the Lost Boys as I forgot to mention before. Thanks!
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Edgar gloomily stared at the comic shop from his post at the counter. A few people were inside, but no one was ready to buy anything. Just as he thought that he could not get any more bored, Sam walked into the store with a paper tucked under his arm and a gigantic smile on his face. He waltzed past the costumers, earning odd glances for his red and yellow striped shirt and green and blue checkered Bermuda shorts, and up to the counter. Smiling, he slammed the paper down onto the counter, succeeding in thoroughly annoying Edgar.
"He Ed, read this," he said gleefully.
"Edgar, not Ed Sam," Edgar grumbled as he picked up the paper. Sam had circled a section in bright red pen up in the top corner. Santa Carla Halloween ball on October 31, 1989. Enjoy fright-tastic food, drinks, and games. A costume contest will be held at 11:00 and the winner will win $1000. Join us on this night to celebrate the horror. Edgar raised an eyebrow.
"Don't you get it Edgar? You and Alan can go as vampire hunters, I'll go as the hot sidekick, and we can find some pale chick to be a vampire for the night. We could win $1000 man. Do you know what we could do with that money?" Sam pleaded. Edgar sighed.
"I don't do parties Sam. Alan doesn't do parties. Where would we find some girl who-" he paused thinking of the deathly pale skin of a certain Delilah Carney and the piercing blue eyes that scared him on occasion. Sam nodded his head slowly.
"You could buy air conditioning for this store," he said slowly. Edgar noted the sheen of sweat on his face that kept his red bandana glued to his forehead and the costumers who fanned themselves with comic books. He sighed.
"Fine Sam, I'll talk to Alan about it," he mumbled as he rang up a guy who came to the counter. Sam fist pumped the air before doing a little happy dance.
"Awesome man, just wait and see. I gotta go home before my mom notices that I'm not there. See ya dude," he yelled as he left the store. The customer gave Sam an odd look before grabbing his bag and leaving. Edgar pushed his hair off of his forehead and glanced at the clock. Alan was supposed to be back by eleven. It was seven. He groaned and let his head fall to the counter.
Alan followed Delilah through crowds of dancing people. Another concert was being held on the boardwalk; this time it was a group with exotic clothes and a drumset that read Smashing Pumpkins. Delilah smiled at the band before dragging Alan into the crowd of people. The close proximity with potential vampires, and people in general, made him nervous. His left hand grasped the crucifix in his pocket tightly and his right was held by Delilah. He squeezed through the crowd as she led him to a tall boy with raven colored hair that reached the base of his neck. There was a slightly shorter boy standing next to him with long curly dirty blonde hair that reached his shoulder blades. They both were wearing black jeans, but the blonde haired one had a rugged looking jacket that was made of various shades of denim, image covered patches, and cloth sewn together with red thread. The dark haired one was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt quite similar to the one that Alan wore himself
Delilah tapped the dark haired one on the shoulder. He turned around to face them. His face mirrored Delilah's almost exactly, except his was much more masculine and he had the slightest hint of a beard on his jawline. He had a spectacular build, almost solid muscle, but he wasn't overly large in size. He was about five inches taller than Alan, but around the same weight. Frankly, Alan was intimidated.
Then the blonde turned around to reveal a face quite similar to one that he had looked into two years ago. The man looked like Marko, the vampire that Edgar had staked in the cave, the first to die. Alan swallowed back fear as he took in the jacket that the boy was wearing. It was the exact same jacket that Marko had and wore all of the time. The man's face was slightly different, but there was a strong family resemblance between the two. His hair was styled differently, just hanging loosely around his face, and he was taller, but this man was most likely Marko's brother. A voice broke through Alan's thoughts.
"Is this that kid Dela?" the dark haired man said. Delilah rolled her eyes at the man before turning to Alan.
"Alan, this is my older brother Winston and that kid is Noodlehead," she said giggling. The blonde scoffed.
"My name is Jack. She just likes to call me Noodlehead," he said in a gruff voice. He swayed a bit, then took a swig from the silver flask that was in his hand. The two teens noted the strong scent of liquor that surrounded the two older men. Alan forced a smile at them. Winston noticed the strain and chuckled.
"Relax kid, we don't bite," he said laughing. Alan stiffened. Jack grumbled something under his breath. Delilah turned her gaze to him.
"What was that?" she said quietly. Jack's bloodshot brown eyes filled with sorrow for a moment before he spoke.
"I said that my brother did." He turned to Alan. "I had brother- his name was Marko- who fell in with the wrong crowd when I was at college. I came back just to find out that he was dead. All that they found of him was this jacket, some bloody and burned flesh, and his head." He laughed coldly as he fished a cigarette from him pocket. Winston tossed him a lighter and crosses his arms over his chest. Alan gulped as Jack lit up. Noodlehead took a drag from his cigarette then looked from Delilah to Alan. A few minutes of uncomfortable silence followed.
"I wanna tell you guys something. Even though I don't really know this Alan guy. Promise me you won't laugh," he slurred, drunk out of his mind. But the pain was still evident in his tone. Delilah looked at Alan for a moment before nodding her head. Alan nodded too. Jack sighed. "I think that my brother was a vampire. I know that it sounds like a piece of crap, but I'm pretty sure that Santa Carla is crawling with these shit-sucking vamps. And they got to my brother. In a way I'm glad that someone killed him before he could kill any more people. I don't know what I would do if I came home one day to find that he had sucked the life from my sister or something." He took another drag and flipped his hair out of his face, all in one fluid motion. Alan blinked slowly, taking it all in. The crowd still raged beside them, and the music still saturated the air, but he didn't seem to hear it. All he could focus on was Delilah, Winston, and Jack. Delilah tapped his shoulder before putting her mouth by his ear.
"I want you to tell Jack about you and your brother. I've a got a feeling that he would help you," she whispered. She felt Alan begin to shake his head.
"Help us with what?" he asked confused.
"Help you with hunting silly. I know for a fact that a new coven just moved in. You know them; those kids that always wear the red leather jackets. They're not some punk ass gang. They're vamps." Alan looked at her bewildered.
"How do you know that?" he asked quietly watching Winston and Jack pass the silver flask back and forward.
"Those two vampires that were stalking me that night I was behind your house, those two were trying out for that coven. I was supposed to be their initiation test."
Alan, still unsure, shook his head. He knew that Edgar would kill him for blowing their cover. Delilah wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Please?" she tried again. "I promise you that nothing bad will come out of it. If it does, you can leave me alone with your brother and see how long it takes before he tries to stake me." He chuckled under his breath before nodding his assent. She hooked her arm with his and faced Jack. Alan cleared his throat.
"My brother and I are vampire hunters, and we staked your brother two years ago," he said quickly. He closed his eyes and waited for a reaction. When a few seconds passed and nothing happened, he cracked open one eyes and looked at Jack. He was slowly shaking his head back and forth. Winston let out a low whistle.
"Mother-fucker," Jack sighed. He dropped his cigarette on the floor and stamped it out before pulling out the silver flask and taking a long drink. He hurriedly wiped at his eyes before looking at Alan.
"Thanks kid, I really do thank you. I didn't want my brother to become that monster that he was. In fact, he wasn't even my brother anymore." He bit his lip and turned away for a moment. When he turned back, there was a newfound purpose in his eyes. He looked at Alan, then Delilah, then Winston.
"I want in," he said finally. Alan glanced at Delilah, who offered him a reassuring smile. Alan opened his mouth, then closed it before opening it again.
"Are you sure you want to make this decision now? I mean, no offense, but you are really wasted right now and this is a life changing decision," he said carefully. Jack narrowed his eyes.
"Are you saying that I can't help?" he said threateningly as he walked towards Alan. Delilah rolled her eyes.
"No! No, I meant that you just have to prove yourself to my brother and I," he responded with. Jack relaxed.
"Okay then, let's do this now," he said as he tied back his hair with a ratty red tie. Alan's eyes widened.
"Right now? I'm kinda on a date," he said quietly. Jack cracked his knuckles.
"I'm sure missy here wouldn't mind getting your brother so I can show you what I can do," he said lamely. He paused for a second, then threw a surprise punch at Winston. His hand shot out stopped Jack's from colliding with his face. Alan's jaw dropped.
"Wait, so are both of you…special?" he said in awe. Winston shrugged.
"I wouldn't call us special," he said as he pushed Noodlehead back a few feet. Delilah scoffed.
"Please Alan, we're just highly trained individuals," she said matter-of-factly. She then ran off to fetch Edgar.
