Haunted by Vampires
Disclaimer: I don't own The Lost Boys
A/N: I don't usually update more than once a week but think of this as a way to make up for my two-month absence, so surprise! The next chapter will be coming out a week from this one like normal though.
*EDIT 10/08/18* Chapter beta'd by exaigon.
Chapter 7: The Storm
Dwayne was able to keep Lily distracted by teaching her how to cook pancakes. The girl was very eager to learn but also very good at getting messy. While cooking he also told her funny stories, mostly about Paul and a friend of theirs named Marko. They'd mentioned him once before and from the sound of it, he was funny like Paul.
Pancake batter was smeared on her face, but she didn't seem to care or even notice as she laughed, "So, Marko really can talk to birds? That's sooo neat, can he teach me to do that?"
The ghost let out a vague noise, but the happy girl didn't pay it any mind as she continued, "And he got one to leave worms in Paul's hair while he slept. That's gross but kinda funny!"
Dwayne nodded.
"He wouldn't do that to me though, right? I don't like worms…"
Dwayne assured her that he would protect her from Marko's pranks when they met one day and the two continued their impromptu cooking lesson along with the storytelling session. That story of Marko's bird and worm prank was just one of the many pranks and hijinks he told her about during their conversation.
Also, Lily was happy to know she'd meet Marko too someday and the idea of having another friend made her happy. As did the promise to make sure he kept worms away from her. The birds would be okay, though, she was sure. Despite never having seen a real one up close, they didn't wiggle around and have no eyes... things without eyes were creepy.
Shortly after that, they ate, or rather she did, and then they cleaned up both the kitchen mess and the one on her. Around that time was just after nine when David and Paul came back and, to her disappointment, told her she should get some rest.
"But it's not even that late…"
"True but those friends of your grandma will be coming over and trust us they're no fun at all," Paul told her truthfully.
She pouted, "That's hours away though."
"Unfortunately, it's not. I have really good hearing and they said they would come over sooner than we invited them so off to bed," David said to the young girl.
"The weird voiced guy said that?" She got a nod in response and frowned. "He really is rude! He should get grounded." Lily folded her arms and mumbled, "Or a serious time-out!"
Paul grinned widely, "I couldn't agree with you more."
"However, that means good little girls need to get ready for bed now," Dwayne cajoled, and she huffed.
"Don't worry. One day you'll be able to stay up all night long with us and we'll have a blast." David promised.
"Yeah late-night parties are great with us. You'll love it," Paul added while pumping his fist up in the air.
Lily smiled at them before uncrossing her arms to hold out her pinkie. "Promise?"
They all thought she was being adorable, but David wouldn't give into it so he looked to the others with a raised eyebrow knowing one of them would. It was Dwayne who offered his pinkie finger in a promise. With that the boys made sure she was tucked into bed. David waited by the door while Dwayne tucked her in with a, "Good night, little flower."
Paul grabbed a stuffed dog that he saw laying in a pile of her things, that seemed to have been dumped out, and gave it to her to cuddle before they all took their leave. Only Paul turned invisible and went back through her bedroom door afterward to wait and make sure she actually fell asleep.
About half an hour later she did, thankfully, because the vampire spirit was getting antsy. It was almost like she knew he was there with how long she watched the door before her eyelids dropped closed and her breath evened out. That couldn't be it, though, or she would've said something he reassured himself.
After that he quietly left and went to the kitchen to grab a chair before bringing it back up and shoving it underneath her doorknob. Because even though they silenced her room like they had with Star's earlier that night, one could never be too careful. Both David and Dwayne agreed on that.
Paul guessed they had a point, though. Now if she woke up there wasn't a chance for her to see anything she wasn't supposed to. He was doing her a favor really. Wouldn't do to scare her this early on.
That done he met his fellow ghosts downstairs.
"Lily asleep?" David asked from his position against the wall. He didn't actually need to lean on anything but the fact that he could do it was reason enough to.
Paul nodded. "Yeah and locked in."
David stood up straight to stop wasting his energy and glanced up listening for her breathing before determining Paul wasn't mistaken.
"Good now we wait. Only twenty more minutes until they're set to arrive."
"The kid was right though. We really should punish them for arriving before they were told too," Paul said wickedly.
"What did you have in mind," their leader asked.
"Well if the bathroom wasn't so close to Lily's room, I'd say that they could both probably use a bath but another time, maybe?" He looked hopeful and David just grinned.
"Maybe."
While Lily's room was silenced, and she would not hear anything taking place upstairs, if they did go up there it wouldn't do to have noisy frogs opening her door and waking her up. So for now they'd stick to the plan.
"So, is everything ready then?" Dwayne asked. He'd not done anything except distract Lily for the last few hours and was only able to glean the goings on from their shared mind. It wasn't the same as seeing what was being done, though so he decided to ask.
"Yes, and this time we have the home field advantage," David stated.
They boys were still sore about that one and now was their chance to rectify it and get some good old revenge at the same time.
"Do we need to worry about Max?" Paul finally decided to bring up the one person, or rather problematic thing, that had been bugging him since earlier this evening.
"No, he's powerless tonight given that display earlier." David knew he'd not be able to so much as try and whisper to anyone among the living at least for tonight.
"The question is when and where did he get that energy?" Dwayne inquired.
"Good question…" Their leader wasn't sure either and that was worrying because if he got it once then he could do it again. No way it would happen fast. That was probably years worth of energy that he blew all at once.
"…Maybe he ate our leftover pizza man?" Paul added seriously. The other two looked at him in surprised silence for a moment before considering the possibility that he might actually be onto something.
"It's actually likely that he pulled some energy from that meal, but we didn't leave that much," Dwayne responded just as solemnly.
"He's like a vulture so he'd make due," David declared before looking at the clock.
It was almost time but there was one more person to talk about before they got into position. "And Star won't be an issue?"
Dwayne was the only one who hadn't seen her tonight and he knew that the woman could be a nuisance if left unchecked.
They all knew that as she had been a thorn in their side almost from day one. Out of all of their mistakes she was the worst. They all believed that even Michael hadn't been as bad of a mistake and he was the one that actually offed David. Well, he was dead himself now and he, unlike them, wasn't coming back.
"Nah, not tonight. She's out cold. But don't worry, tomorrow night things will get interesting," David answered confidently.
"I thought that was tonight?" Paul tilted his head in confusion.
David smirked, "Tonight's the appetizer. Tomorrow's the main course."
"I can't wait," Paul licked his lips dramatically.
Edgar and Alan Frog had known the Emersons since they were both young and fresh vampire hunters. They had met and saved many family's lives as well as many people over the years, but it was the Emersons that they stayed in touch with.
Though for a brief time they had lost touch with Star and Michael when they moved away and married. After the death of Michael's mom, the couple moved back to Santa Carla and into the house Lucy had left them. The house that was left to her when her father passed.
The very same house that the Frog brothers were convinced the Lost Boys evil spirits still plagued.
In fact, Edgar was sure that was what caused the elder Emerson's brother's death five years prior. Alan wasn't as convinced. Oh, he believed that the vampires they offed left something of themselves inside of that house that remained to this day but he believed Michael's death had been as it appeared to be; a simple accident.
Because Alan knew without exception that whatever still remained of the vampires that once terrorized them could not possibly harm anyone and the Emersons would never do something like let a vampire or the remains of one into their home, their lives, again.
No, it was unthinkable.
Even they weren't that stupid.
Edgar, however, thought that once a vampire always a vampire even if it was only a half-vampire and thus, he believed that Michael gave in because he couldn't help himself and now he was sure that Star was headed down the same path. It was Alan, though, who was worried that the little girl, the granddaughter, might actually be the one in trouble.
He'd warned Star against letting her stay, but she promised to have a stern talk with her granddaughter and explain to never let in strangers. He had a feeling that talk would or did go over the girl's head as the strangers in question could be invited in by will instead of words.
Whatever the case may be both brothers hoped they would be wrong and that once they arrived that things would be fine. But that incident with the cross still clung to both their minds and so they were coming prepared.
Holy water, crosses, stakes, exorcism books, talismans, prayer beads. The works.
They had fought these enemies once before and were confident in their ability to do so again if the situation called for it.
Pulling into the Emerson's yard they saw the porch light on and looked at each other and then to the clock on their truck which read.
10:12 p.m.
"Are you ready for this?" Edgar asked his brother while shoving an extra vial of holy water into his jacket.
"I was born ready," was Alan's reply as he checked the prayer beads around his neck before grabbing whatever else he might need.
Then the two got out of Edgar's truck and slowly surveyed their surroundings. Alan glanced to the padlocked shed. It looked the same as ever but they both gave hand and eye signals that only they would understand before they decided to approach it cautiously with Edgar in the lead, his gun full of wooden bullets, and Alan bringing up the rear with his crossbow.
After ten minutes of circling the shed, Edgar tried to see inside. Upon seeing nothing suspicious, he yanked on the door and then jumped back raising his gun, but nothing happened. The door remained locked.
"…Alright, the shed's safe," Edgar grunted at his brother who then nods and they both spread out and carefully walk around the house from front to back and then back to the front.
"Yard is clear," Alan told him and his brother nodded.
"…Time to check out the house," Edgar's gruff voice said as they both quietly approached the porch. Once they were both standing at the door Alan looked at his watch. It read 10:37 p.m.
Still earlier than planned so if this was a trap they still had the advantage. As Edgar raised his hand to knock on the door it creaked open in the slight breeze and both brothers jumped back.
"Edgar it's open!" Alan shouted in surprise.
"I know that! Come on, let's go!"
They nodded together before bursting in with weapons raised.
A few minutes before found Paul looking out the window bored, "If I wasn't already dead this boredom would kill me…"
David snorted, "Even I didn't think they'd still be in the yard after arriving nearly half an hour earlier. Talk about paranoid."
Dwayne just stood stoically in his corner by the broken stereo waiting patiently and Paul wondered vaguely how he did that. If only Marko was here to kill the boredom right now he'd be great. He looked back outside expecting not see any change.
But he does. They're finally walking to the front door.
"Oh, I think they're coming," Paul exclaimed.
"Finally!" David's tone is nothing short of annoyed. If he hadn't been so determined to stick to his plan he would've already gone to get them in the yard. But, no, this time their prey would come to them, not the other way around.
That was his last thought before the idiots that called themselves vampire hunters burst inside weapons raised.
Only to see an empty hallway. So, the two ran into the Living Room with a battle cry only to find that it too was empty.
"Think we scared them away?" Edgar whispered to his brother as they both scanned the room with their eyes. Nothing looked out of place but the rug at the foot of the stairs.
Was that rug always there? Alan thought before brushing it aside as unimportant.
"Maybe… but let's check the whole house to be sure," Alan whispered back.
David was at first amused that they charged in screaming. Now the two were whispering like they wouldn't know of their presence by now given their entrance. He hadn't really known what morons the two were when they helped kill him and the boys. Over the years he's witnessed their absolute stupidity and wondered just how they could've been taken out by such a rag-tag team of imbeciles…
It hurt his pride… He'd make them pay for that.
The ghosts watched as the two did those weird hand motions again before they started to look around the room. Moving from the livingroom to the kitchen and to various other rooms, they finally stopped in front of Star's room.
Edgar pushed the door and it opened easily enough. Then nodding to one another they charged in ready for anything. There was nothing. No sign of Star. Just a bed that didn't look slept in and an otherwise empty normal bedroom with no sign of foul play.
"Guess this means we go upstairs now?" Alan asked and Edgar barely agreed before suddenly the light went out and the door slammed shut resulting in the two scrambling for the door and the light switch.
"The light won't come on!" Alan screeched out at almost the same time as his brother yelped, "The door's locked!"
Even as he said this, he kept jiggling the handle in hopes that it would open. Alan, on the other hand, pulled out his trusty flashlight and turned it on, only to have his shaking hands drop it as the room turned icy cold.
"It's them!" Alan screamed as his brother abandoned the door for the flashlight on the floor. With flashlight in hand, he twisted around the room looking at everything but seeing nothing out of the ordinary.
Alan gathered his wits enough to hold out a cross in front of him and pull out the exorcism book. "It's too dark I can't read it!"
Edgar shined the light on the book with one hand and firmly held the gun with the other. When Alan started reading the ancient Latin words things started to fly around the room, some hitting them but most hitting the walls. It was absolute chaos but neither realized it was mostly harmless. Still Alan powered through stuttering and butchering the words as if his life depended on it and then it all abruptly stopped. The light came back on, the door opened, and everything floating stopped and dropped to the ground.
"It worked! I did it," the man cheered, and Edgar nodded wondering how much more they could charge for exorcising vampire spirits.
"Boo!"
He screamed and dropped the flashlight as a translucent form appeared directly in front of him.
His now free hand helped to grip his gun and, without thought, he fired with a long scream. The wooden bullets passed right through the apparition who laughed and vanished as a cry and thud reached his ears.
"Alan!" He rushed to his brother's fallen form.
"You shot me!" His wounded bleeding brother cries out in pain gripping his side where blood is seeping through. "No, it was that twisted sister reject. I shot him!"
Alan just groaned in response as laughter reached their ears, "Don't bleed out on us now, that'd be so anticlimactic!"
Edgar turned and raised his gun in the direction he heard the voice come from.
"Where are you aiming? I'm over here." It taunted. So, he turned again to another spot and seeing no one again nearly cried from frustration. Then a voice whispered right next to his ear, "I'm behind you."
He whirled around and shot again only to stop quickly and gasp, "Alan!"
His brother grunted, and Edgar dropped the gun in disbelief at having shot his brother again, "That's- but you were-"
He looked to the spot he'd last seen his brother and saw nothing, not even a drop of blood. Looking back to the image of his brother in front of him whose stomach is bleeding, the previous bullet wounds were nowhere to be seen. Was this all a trick?
Edgar jumped away from him in confusion. "Stop playing mind games you sick bastards!"
He shouted and heard more than one voice laughing now. He can't tell how many there are or where they're all coming from. Not being able to take it, he ran from the room leaving his brother who isn't really his brother he tells himself.
"Alan!?" He called out hoping to find his real brother but not seeing anything.
Edgar can't leave without him, so he made his way back to the Living Room and screamed for him again, "Alan, where are you?"
Looking towards the stairs he ran for them only to feel the cold sensation come back full force. His breath was coming out fast and the elder Frog brother could plainly see it given the temperature. That didn't stop him from nearly making it to the top. Before he could crest the stairs he felt something behind him and spun around fast to see a smirking figure standing two steps away from him.
"Stairs are a dangerous thing. Humans should be careful not to trip and fall down them."
His mind flashed back to Michael and he suddenly felt he was looking at the man's killer.
Taking the words as they were meant to be taken -a threat- he fled further up but didn't get far before the earlier figure appeared out of thin air before him
"Ah, ah. Upstairs is off limits. There's a little girl trying to sleep, and you wouldn't want to wake her up, now would you?" David taunted. The human backed away from him but tried to be aware of how close he was to the edge of the stairs at the same time.
Just then a scream reached his ears and he cried out, "Alan?"
"What do you know that sounded like it was coming from downstairs," Paul said suddenly so close to him that Edgar can feel the chill radiating from his form. So, he does the only thing he could think of. Pulled out a vial of holy water, uncorked it with practiced ease, and threw it at the monster beside him only to have it splash the wall instead.
He received a sinister grin for his efforts. "More holy water?"
The one who he knew to be the twister sister look alike morphed his face and was suddenly terrifying and more demonic than anything he'd seen thus far.
"…I wanna kill him David please?" His eyes never left the human as he asked for permission.
David chuckled, "You know the plan. Not until tomorrow night but feel free to have some fun tonight as long as you don't let him escape."
"Oh, he won't."
Edgar then stupidly tried to run down the stairs only to misstep and take a hard tumble down them. Everything went black and he knew no more.
"…This time it wasn't me," David said somewhat bewildered as Paul looked put out over the turn of events.
"He better not have broken his neck like Michael 'cause that's way too fast and I have so many ideas!"
Dwayne appeared then and looked up at them from the body at the bottom of the stairs. "He's not dead… but did you notice we didn't get to use even half of our plans because they knocked themselves out of commission…"
David shrugged. "Doesn't matter put them with Star so we can deal with them tomorrow."
Dwayne nodded but then stopped suddenly looking up, "She's awake."
"I'll go check on her." Paul offered only to be hit over the head, "Ow, what's that for?"
David glared. "I'll check on her. You get that face of yours under control… it's worse than usual."
Paul looked surprised before reaching up to touch it. "Oh… yeah, I should do that."
That said, Paul helped Dwayne with the Frogs and David went to Lily's room.
A few minutes earlier Lily had been sleeping soundly went something woke her up. She groggily sat up and looked around wondering what woke her. Not finding anything the girl yawned and went to grab her stuffed animal to go back to sleep. Her arm accidentally knocked said stuffed animal off of the bed instead, so Lily being sleepy tried to reach for it without getting up from the bed. Only to fall to the floor.
"Ow…" Now more awake she grabbed the stuffed dog and stood up to survey her room. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but her eyes were suddenly drawn to her window which had the curtains closed. Curiously, she opened them and looked out only to see… nothing. Well nothing but rain.
Strange.
For some reason Lily thought that there was something there. Wait… there was a person? The rain was coming down pretty steadily so trying to make out who it was wasn't easy in the dark, rainy night but maybe… was that Grandma Star?
"Lily?" The girl jumped and turned around to see David standing there observing her. "What are you doing up?"
The tiny brunette shrugged, "I dunno... I just woke up."
He looked from her to the window and walked over to look outside of it as well. "Did you see something?"
For a second Lily thought to say no. She didn't want to sound silly because it was probably her imagination. Her grandma was in bed and couldn't walk but then the figure she thought she saw was slow and moved weird so… maybe? But didn't Grandma Star not like the rain… or was she confusing her with her mom that hated it?
"Lily?"
The girl pulled herself from her thoughts. "I-I think so?"
David's eyes scanned the yard not seeing anything unusual, but he turned to her and asked, "What did you think you saw?"
Lily decided to tell him just in case because if her grandma was outside then she probably needed help getting back to bed and the young Emerson wasn't big enough to do it.
"I thought I saw Grandma Star… but she's hurt and wouldn't be walking around outside in the rain, right?"
David smiled at her. "I don't think she would, but I'll go check just in case. Now you go back to bed because tomorrow night is going to be exciting and you'll need all the energy you can get."
Suddenly forgetting about the mystery of her grandma's appearance outside she turned her curious gaze to the ghost beside her. "What's happening tomorrow night?"
"It's a surprise but if you don't get to sleep then you'll be too tired to find out and miss it."
Her eyes widened at the thought. "Okay I'll go back to sleep!" She hurriedly climbs back into bed and laid down, pulling up her cover. "See I'm going to sleep." Lily's eyes closed. "I'm asleep now!"
"Good night Lily. Sweet dreams little sister."
With that David vanished and mentally told Dwayne to make sure she went back to sleep while he checked on a stubborn old lady and made sure she was where he left her. Turned out she wasn't. Annoyed, he tracked her down to the kitchen and found her soaking wet and barely standing on one leg while gripping the phone.
David walked up to her from behind and she was shaking. He's sure it's not completely from the rain. It was as if the woman was aware of his presence at her back. "David…"
He smirked. Well, that answered how aware she was. The once-vampire grabbed the phone out of her wet hands before yanking it from the wall and throwing it to the floor.
"Who were you trying to call, Star?"
She shook her head begging, "Please David… let us go."
"Your Frogs are already here but then you probably already knew that seeing as their eyesore of a truck is in the yard." He ran his hand through her soaked hair and she cringed. "Star… are we going to have a problem here?"
The woman finally lost the strength to stand and crumpled to the floor.
"…No."
David stared at her pitiful form, "…You're right. We won't because everything is set for tomorrow night. So, how shall you spend your last day?" She didn't answer so he interpreted her silence for her. "Sulking… Well, you did always seem to enjoy that. Alright if that's what you want then I won't stop you, but I don't think that's the right kind of attitude to be showing an impressionable little girl."
Star's head shot up, "Leave her alone. You said-"
David bent down to her level and looked her right in the eye. "That I don't want your mopey-ness catching so you can keep those frogs you're so fond of company since it's their last day tomorrow as well."
Star was trying to control her shaking voice and body. She had to stay strong for her granddaughter, "But Lily-"
David sighed glad to almost be rid of the broken record that was Star. "Will be fine without you. No better than fine. She'll be perfect without you. She doesn't need you, she has us now."
Star's dark eyes widen in fright, "What do you plan on doing to her!?"
"I'm not going to do a villain monologue and spill all of my secrets this far into the game Star."
From the title of this chapter did you think there'd be some character deaths? Well nope that's next chapter, maybe… the next chapter title: Bloodbath Party
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