***Hey remember me? ....probably not ... it's been forever since my last
update, but oh well .........here it is. Reviews are welcome. Oh yeah, I don't
own The Lost Boys or the song Runaway Train by Soul Asylum. ~Sweet
Dreams***
Runaway Train
Most nights the boys stayed on the boardwalk after they fed, terrorizing and taunting the locals and tourists. Tonight was different though. At least for Marko. Tonight he had no desire to stay on the boardwalk taunting teenage girls. He had other things on his mind......Angel. The name echoed in his head over and over.
The others sat on a railing, laughing and kidding around as usual. Marko was neither laughing or talking though. He was too pre-occupied thinking about Angel. Why did he feel so drawn to her? Under normal circumstances, had a girl been lying lifeless and helpless on the ground he wouldn't have thought twice about killing her. But this was different. Even the thought of bringing any pain to Angel made him cringe.
Paul noticed Marko's uncharacteristic silence. His usual care-free glimmer was gone from his eyes, replaced with a much darker look. It made his eyes seem a different shade then they were. And his trademark grin, was no where in sight this evening. Paul was certain he was thinking about Angel........and wasn't exactly sure he liked that. Not that he wanted Angel for himself or anything. He just didn't want some girl that didn't even move, distracting Marko from his life. Their lives were different from others, they weren't supposed to ponder and brood. They were supposed to be all about sex, drugs, and rock and roll. At least in Paul's opinion.
"Marko, you need to stop thinking about that girl. Sure she's hot, but she's just a girl. A *mortal* girl," Paul said, interrupting Marko's thought, and putting an emphasis on the word mortal.
Most vampires didn't think very highly of mortals. They saw them as nothing more than a life source. In other words they were walking, talking, breathing meals. And hell if some *mortal* was going to come in between Marko and his pack.
Paul couldn't understand why Marko wanted this girl so badly. None of the boys could, including Marko.
"I know that," Marko exclaimed, sounding very frustrated. He had never felt like this before.........not in a long time anyway. He was supposed to have constant control over everything in his life, including his feelings. But that wasn't the case right now. "I need to get out of here," declared Marko. "I'll see you guys back at the cave." And with that he more or less ran to his bike, mounted it, started it with a swift flick of his wrist, and he was gone.
"What was that about," asked Dwayne with a confused look on his face? "I've never seen Marko act like that. You think it had to do with that girl," he asked?
Paul simply shrugged and lit a cigarette. David nodded solemnly though, confirming Dwayne's question.
"And I don't want you guys to hassle him about it," David ordered them. "Especially you Paul," he added. They simply nodded in reply.
"Why is he acting like this though," Paul pursued?
"I think there's more to it then any of us know. Just let him be," he repeated.
"How do you know though," Paul persisted?
"I don't," he snapped. "It's just a feeling," he added. They all knew when David had a "feeling" it was usually right. The topic wasn't mentioned for the rest of the night.....but that didn't mean it wasn't thought about.
David didn't like the uneasiness this girl brought Marko. And she hadn't even spoken to him. Why did a girl that was nearly dead have such an effect on Marko? David had a few hunches, but kept them to himself.......for now at least. He didn't want to worry Marko or the other two. But he promised himself to be more alert, cautious.......at least for a while. Something wasn't right........David could feel it.......he could feel it surging through his veins, sitting in his bones.....he didn't know what it was....but something wasn't right.
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Marko rode through the woods as fast as his bike would carry him. He knew the woods well and could have navigated them with his eyes closed. He was back at the cave in less than ten minutes.
Just as he was about to descend into the cave he saw something in the bushes near where they had found Angel. He walked over and picked up, what turned out to be an old duffel bag. It was pretty worn in, and had definitely seen better days. He assumed that it was Angel's. He wanted to look through it, but decided against it.
He entered the cave and went straight to his room, putting the bag in the corner of the room. Angel was still there, but she had moved. She was now in the same fetal position he had found her in, instead of laying flat on her back. He hope she hadn't woke up when he wasn't there. He wanted to be there when she did so she wouldn't be scared.
He sat down in the same chair he had sat in the night before and grabbed a comic book, but had a difficult time concentrating on it. He don't know how long he sat there, just looking at Angel, careful to look for signs of movement. He heard the boys enter the cave, but ignored it. He wasn't in the mood to talk.
He suddenly felt very tired, even though it was a few hours before he normally went to sleep. Without realizing it, he drifted into a sleep filled with visions of green eyes and a girl that looked a lot like Angel.
**So tired that I couldn't even sleep. So many secrets I couldn't keep Promised myself I wouldn't weep. One more promise I couldn't keep. It seems no one can help me now I'm in too deep There's no way out. –Soul Asylum, Runaway Train**
Runaway Train
Most nights the boys stayed on the boardwalk after they fed, terrorizing and taunting the locals and tourists. Tonight was different though. At least for Marko. Tonight he had no desire to stay on the boardwalk taunting teenage girls. He had other things on his mind......Angel. The name echoed in his head over and over.
The others sat on a railing, laughing and kidding around as usual. Marko was neither laughing or talking though. He was too pre-occupied thinking about Angel. Why did he feel so drawn to her? Under normal circumstances, had a girl been lying lifeless and helpless on the ground he wouldn't have thought twice about killing her. But this was different. Even the thought of bringing any pain to Angel made him cringe.
Paul noticed Marko's uncharacteristic silence. His usual care-free glimmer was gone from his eyes, replaced with a much darker look. It made his eyes seem a different shade then they were. And his trademark grin, was no where in sight this evening. Paul was certain he was thinking about Angel........and wasn't exactly sure he liked that. Not that he wanted Angel for himself or anything. He just didn't want some girl that didn't even move, distracting Marko from his life. Their lives were different from others, they weren't supposed to ponder and brood. They were supposed to be all about sex, drugs, and rock and roll. At least in Paul's opinion.
"Marko, you need to stop thinking about that girl. Sure she's hot, but she's just a girl. A *mortal* girl," Paul said, interrupting Marko's thought, and putting an emphasis on the word mortal.
Most vampires didn't think very highly of mortals. They saw them as nothing more than a life source. In other words they were walking, talking, breathing meals. And hell if some *mortal* was going to come in between Marko and his pack.
Paul couldn't understand why Marko wanted this girl so badly. None of the boys could, including Marko.
"I know that," Marko exclaimed, sounding very frustrated. He had never felt like this before.........not in a long time anyway. He was supposed to have constant control over everything in his life, including his feelings. But that wasn't the case right now. "I need to get out of here," declared Marko. "I'll see you guys back at the cave." And with that he more or less ran to his bike, mounted it, started it with a swift flick of his wrist, and he was gone.
"What was that about," asked Dwayne with a confused look on his face? "I've never seen Marko act like that. You think it had to do with that girl," he asked?
Paul simply shrugged and lit a cigarette. David nodded solemnly though, confirming Dwayne's question.
"And I don't want you guys to hassle him about it," David ordered them. "Especially you Paul," he added. They simply nodded in reply.
"Why is he acting like this though," Paul pursued?
"I think there's more to it then any of us know. Just let him be," he repeated.
"How do you know though," Paul persisted?
"I don't," he snapped. "It's just a feeling," he added. They all knew when David had a "feeling" it was usually right. The topic wasn't mentioned for the rest of the night.....but that didn't mean it wasn't thought about.
David didn't like the uneasiness this girl brought Marko. And she hadn't even spoken to him. Why did a girl that was nearly dead have such an effect on Marko? David had a few hunches, but kept them to himself.......for now at least. He didn't want to worry Marko or the other two. But he promised himself to be more alert, cautious.......at least for a while. Something wasn't right........David could feel it.......he could feel it surging through his veins, sitting in his bones.....he didn't know what it was....but something wasn't right.
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Marko rode through the woods as fast as his bike would carry him. He knew the woods well and could have navigated them with his eyes closed. He was back at the cave in less than ten minutes.
Just as he was about to descend into the cave he saw something in the bushes near where they had found Angel. He walked over and picked up, what turned out to be an old duffel bag. It was pretty worn in, and had definitely seen better days. He assumed that it was Angel's. He wanted to look through it, but decided against it.
He entered the cave and went straight to his room, putting the bag in the corner of the room. Angel was still there, but she had moved. She was now in the same fetal position he had found her in, instead of laying flat on her back. He hope she hadn't woke up when he wasn't there. He wanted to be there when she did so she wouldn't be scared.
He sat down in the same chair he had sat in the night before and grabbed a comic book, but had a difficult time concentrating on it. He don't know how long he sat there, just looking at Angel, careful to look for signs of movement. He heard the boys enter the cave, but ignored it. He wasn't in the mood to talk.
He suddenly felt very tired, even though it was a few hours before he normally went to sleep. Without realizing it, he drifted into a sleep filled with visions of green eyes and a girl that looked a lot like Angel.
**So tired that I couldn't even sleep. So many secrets I couldn't keep Promised myself I wouldn't weep. One more promise I couldn't keep. It seems no one can help me now I'm in too deep There's no way out. –Soul Asylum, Runaway Train**