AN: Sorry that it had been so long…my English class is killing me… I know this is short but I've been having problems writing anything good lately. Oh the horror….
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lost Boys, unfortunately
Ch7
Edgar came to in a really comfortable bed. He buried his head in a soft plush pillow, much better than his own, and breathed in the scent of… orchids? His eyes shot open as he untangled himself from the pale purple bedcovers and stood up straight on a hard wooden floor. His head swam and a large bump on his head throbbed with every breath he took. His eyes slowly came into focus as he observed the room around him.
The room was very girly, so girly it made him cringe to think he was sleeping in it. The walls were lavender with a border of orchids surrounding the bottoms of the walls. The deep brown hardwood floors were spotless with a large ivory shag rug in the middle of the floor. Countless pairs of shoes filled the large oak wardrobe that was off in the right hand corner, and a rainbow assortment of dresses and other clothing almost spilled out of the cavernous main section. A large vanity resided under a ruffled curtain shrouded window, the surface covered in makeup tubes and bottles of nail polish.
He slowly backed out of the room and entered a cream colored hallway with plain white doors. Towards the end, he spotted a door plastered with rock posters and ticket stubs. Hearing voices from inside, he slowly walked down the hallway. He cringed as he noticed his feet were bare, stripped of their heavy army grade boots. He opened the door to find everyone in the room, huddled around a pale figure on the bed.
His stomach sunk as a feeling of dread nestled into his heart. He pushed into the room, ignoring the blaring pain in his head as the door slammed open, and towards the bed. Lauren looked up at him, her golden eyes large and sad. He turned his eyes away from hers and looked at the figure on the bed. With a heavy sigh, he pushed through Lauren and Josh and saw….Sam. Lying cold and unconscious on the bed. The boy had a large bandage circling his skull and deep, heavy purple bags under his eyes. His skin was a pasty gray and his pale veins were prominent.
As relieved as Edgar was to see Sam, a worse fear crawled into his brain. It took a moment for his throbbing head to realize what was going on. Alan was gone. His twin brother was gone. He leaned a hand against the wall to steady himself.
"What happened to my brother," he growled, his throat scratchy and dry. Jack muttered a cuss word under his breath. Winston sighed, then put a hand to his head. He grimaced and shut his eyes tightly, as if trying to block out an image in his head.
"After the moment you and Sam blacked out, all of the vamps flocked to Alan. He was bleeding pretty badly, and they couldn't resist it. At that point, they snapped his arm and held him down. They tried to jump his veins, but then Delilah interfered and put him to sleep." Winston paused, a look of pain passing across his face.
"You know, so he wouldn't have to feel the pain. We could handle the vampires fine. In fact, we killed all of them. But then, a fresh new wave came in. Twenty more. We could handle them. We can always handle vampires. Except, this time they brought their leader. The one rumored to have survived a staking…" he trailed off, staring out of the window. Delilah tapped him on the shoulder, then shook him when he didn't respond. She continued on for him.
"That one vampire, isn't really a vampire. He's a cucubuth, in fact more than a cucubuth." At the mention of the word cucubuth, Lauren buried her head in her hands, hiding away from everyone. Josh lightly rested a hand across her shoulders, showing off a momentary burst of emotion. Jack frowned, as if there was a bitter taste in his mouth.
Delilah smiled weakly, but pressed forward.
"Cucubuths are blood drinkers, somewhat related to the vampires. They can regrow limbs but aren't normally very smart. They are usually hired for dirty work. Anyways, they are short with shaven heads and tattoos in human form, with small hairless tails. When they aren't in human form though, they're large, violent wolves. So naturally, a cucubuth is dangerous. But the one that head this vampire coven is part human. That means it's insanely smart." A cracking sound radiated through the room. Everyone turned to Winston, who was still staring out of the window. Edgar noticed that he was gripping the windowsill, and noticed several fractures running through the sanded dark wood. The young man's breathing became labored, then with a snarl, Winston ripped part of the wooden frame away from window. He bolted out of the room, slamming the door so hard that it cracked the plaster where the doorknob made contact with the wall. His thundering footsteps could be heard as he ran through the house and out the front doors.
Jack put a hand to his head.
"I'll go after him," he said as he jogged out of the room. Edgar looked expectantly at Delilah. A small smile flitted across her face.
"The first time my family moved to Santa Carla was three years ago. It was me, Winston, my parents, and my younger brother Elliot. He was a great kid. Smart, energetic, and very talented. But one night, on the boardwalk, he went missing. The next day they found his body, drained dry, floating in the ocean. Winston went investigating, a discovered the Bombers. At that point, it was just a group of three cucubuths and two vampires serving under them.
"When he got back from 'investigating', the only bomber left was the one cucubuth, the one that now heads the Bombers that we dealt with last night. Its name is Ras. It fled, and my family left. But the one thing Winston could never forgive himself for was letting Ras live. And now, that he's well…" she looked at Edgar with sad eyes. Fear filled his body as he braced himself for his worst fear. Delilah stopped, turning away. Josh sighed and spoke.
"The damn cucubuth took your brother."
