Summary: A girl has lost her memory. She wakes up and four strange yet familiar faces surround her. They claim to be her family, and, as she attains a few memories here and there, they seem to be telling the truth. However, how she got into her current state is unknown to all of them but her own memory. They MUST find out what happened to her, but what if things get a little slowed when she starts getting feelings for one of "her" boys?
Obvious Disclaimer: I don't own The Lost Boys, but, God, I wish I did...I only own what I own.
RATING MAY CHANGE LATER!
A/N: I'm telling you now, from this chapter on, events will just be coming in left and right. It'll be like BAM! and things will start happening. I have a surprise for you in the author's note at the end ;D
And sorry for the multitude of typos and forgotten words...I'm kind of...dislexic...sorry :(
I'm baaaaaack.
On the stage was a man, shirtless and sweaty, play ing the saxophone and singing words I couldn't understand. H was oiled up and covered in muscles, with brown hair long enough to reach the middle of his back.
However, I didn't let the strangeness of the man bother me. I was too busy dancing with Marko.
At first I was just kind of moving provocatively, my hands in the air and swaying my hips. Marko was dancing beside me. We weren't exactly dancing together, just dancing like friends do.
We were keeping to ourselves.
Then, some idiot decided to try and get down and dirty with me.
Something I learned at that moment: never mess with someone that Marko is emotionally close to.
The guy had tried to grab at my ass and my hips and force me to grind into him.
Marko was having NONE of that.
Marko grabbed the guy's right hand, and I swear I heard the bones crack, even over the music.
The guy cried out, falling to his knees.
"Touch her again and it'll be your face I crush," Marko threatened, not sounding mad at all. I suppose, from the way his tone was making me feel, it made him more threatening.
Blubbering like a baby, the guy ran off in another direction.
Marko changed after that, and so did the music. It became heavier, darker, and more intimate.
I had been facing Marko, watching the exchange between him and the douche bag.
Marko turned me around. He got right up against my back and layed his hands on my hips.
With no hesitation, I reached back and hooked my fingers on the back of his neck and in his curls.
We swayed back and forth, our bodies in perfect sync with the beat of the music and with eachother.
Every now and then, I would find myself lightly grinding against him. I would stop everytime.
My hair was draped over my left shoulder and I was sweaty.
Marko leaned down and nuzzeled right where my neck reached my shoulders...and I let him.
I wasn't concerned with him biting me. At that moment, I don't think I would've cared if he had. I was feeling something with Marko. Something strong, and it had been there long before my accident.
The music started reaching its peak, and Marko slid his hand up my torso to rest just below my right breast, accidentally making my shirt rise a bit to stick above the curve of my hip. After a second, he brought his hand back down to my, now naked, hip.
I could feel his teeth grazing the skin of my neck and was suddenly awakened with the fact that he was really about to vamp out and bite me.
I felt like I was betraying someone. I felt like heaven with Marko, but I also felt dirty doing this with him.
Just as the song ended, I pulled away from his grip and turned to him, readjusting my top.
He had a sinister look on his face, though it may have been just a deeply sensual expression.
I remembered, suddenly, that he had fed earlier.
It may have been my own subconcious fear that led me to believe that he was about to bite and drink from me. He had probably just been getting a bit turned on and into the music...and I ruined it.
His sensual expression changed to one of confusion, and I felt bad for rejecting him like I had.
I heard him mumble something along the lines of, "David's gonna absolutely slaughter me."
I ignored the phrase and let out a shaky breath, clearing my throat.
I was so confused with everything that was flying around inside of me that I could pull my hair out.
He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off, "Can we go home now?"
I made sure to sound more like I was simply done for the night and less like I was conflicted and wanted to be alone.
There was something that I wanted and had to do. I wasn't sure what it was, and I wouldn't be sure until I got a clue, but I knew I needed to do it.
He smiled, despite me thinking he was gonna be hurt by me, and said, "Yeah, this place is gettin' a little crowded."
I smiled, despite myself, and allowed him to drape his arm over my shoulders.
We didn't have to push through the crowd. They just seemed to part for us...for Marko.
Reaching the bike with ease, we got on and rode to the cave. Though I felt the need to laugh and shout again as we rode, I fought it back, attempting to maitain the emotion I had felt after stopping the dance with Marko.
After Marko had stopped the bike and helped me down to the mouth of the cave, I rushed in and over to my "room". It was closed off with a thick, sheer veil.
I kicked my boots off and jumped on the bed, burrying my face in the pillows. I almost cried. Everything just overwhelmed me.
I was happy Marko didn't come into my room.
Rising up on my elbows, I looked to the nightstand by the bed for something that might tkae my mind off of my troubles. On the nightstand was a box full of charcoal sticks used for drawing for art.
It immediately dawned on me.
That was what I wanted -had- to do: draw!
I frantically began scoping the room for paper fit for drawing.
I spotted an easel that would be perfect to draw on sitting in the corner. Now, for the paper.
I jumped up and looked on the left side of the bed, finally spotting paper. It was hanging half-way out from under the bed. The paper was around like three feet long and two feet wide, AND there were four sheets. Perfect.
I found some matches on the nightstand and lit all of the candles in my room. I positioned the easel just right and put the paper on it.
Unfortunatel, I had no idea what I wanted to draw.
As if he had called my name, I looked over at Marko through the sheer veil.
He was sitting on the couch, staring off into space with his knuckles on his chin. He was leaned back and comfortable with one knee propped up. His elbow rested on the elevated knee. I swear, he had never looked as gorgeous as he did right there; his guard down and him just being...himself.
I knew, then, what I was going to draw.
I started out with slow, easy strokes, but, as the image of Marko seared itsself into my brain, my movements became more intense and fast, more passionate. I poured myself and my emotions into the charcoal drawing, being sure to make every line as perfect as I possibly could. I erased and shaded and drew like my life depended on it.
I wasn't sure how long I had been drawing as I added the finishing details to Paper Marko's eyes and hair.
No doubt, I had smudges of charcoal on my face, shirt, and arms.
I stepped back to examine my masterpiece.
It looked exactly like the image I would hold in my mind forever.
I wasn't done yet.
Another image flashed through my mind. It was Paul, his head turned at an angle and a mischievous smile on his face.
Was it a memory or had i seen him like that?
I didn't bother to process that question. I just set up another piece of paper and started drawing. Seeing as that one was just a portrait and didn't require as much detail, I finished it in no time at all.
David's tranquil profile came into my mind and made my heart stop. That was definitely a memory. His guard was down completely , and he had a serene smile on his face. Something in the memory told me that I caused him to look like that.
I felt a tear slide down my cheek.
Something had gone on between us. I couldn't deny feeling a forgotten connection to David, but I also couldn't deny what I knew I felt for Marko.
Wasting no time, I got started on David's potrait.
I had to make sure every line was at the peak of its perfection, just as I had done Paul's and Marko's.
Every now and then, a tear would streak down my face. The tears weren't for just for whatever history I had with David, but for my feelings for Marko, my lost memories of mischief with Paul, the memories of Dwayne always taking up for me and being my big brother, the laughs and stories I couldn't remember sharing with Chloe, the fact that I had no idea how I lost my memory, and everything else. I was so acutely aware of my own lost memories and childish ignorance that it hurt.
By the time I was done with my tear-spilling, broken-sobbed reverie, I had finished David's portrait anda portrait of Dwayne.
The portrait of Dwayne, I knew, was taken from a memory that I couldn't completely grasp. I could only remember that I said something sarcastic. His back had been to me, so he turned to look at me over his shoulder, a smirk on his face.
Still sniffling and shedding a few tears, I layed all of the masterpieces out on my bed, side-by-side, in the order: Dwayne, Marko, David, and then Paul.
I turned around, wipig away a few stray tears and about to walk out of my room, when I nearly jumped out of my skin.
I hadn't noticed the audience of four that I had accumulated. I suppose i had been more consumed in my thoughts than I had figured.
"Oh, I didn't see you guys there," I stated, my voice quivering.
I wiped my hands across my eyes quickly, trying to wipe away all signs of a breakdown.
When they didn't say anything I asked, "How long have you guys been standing there?"
"I heard you scratching on the paper and came in to see what you were doing when you were almost done drawing me," Marko, an expression that I couldn't place shooting across his face.
"Yeah, and he told us to come over as soon as we got here. You were about half-way done with Paul's face," Dwayne replied, a proud yet sympathetic smile on his face.
"You're so talented, babe, you don't even know," Paul complimented, obviously trying to lighten the mood.
I looked to David, seeing as he was being vey quiet. I wasn't sure what to think of that.
He was staring blankly at his portrait.
I opened my mouth to say something to him. I wasn't sure what I was going to say to him, but it didn't matter anyway, because he walked off, climbing up some rubble and junk and going deeper into the cave where, I assumed, he slept.
I tried not to feel hurt, but I still said, "Well, he's a bit touchy, isn't he?"
Paul was the one to answer, "Why wouldn't he be? I mean, he's been pretty bad and he's mad 'cause you lost your memory due to a head injury and he doesn't know hy. What he's done and the fact that he doesn't know what happened to you bothers him. After all, before your accident, you WERE his girlfriend."
A/N: Oh my gosh! She was dating David!
ImPoRtAnT: I am happy to announce that I have decided to make a sequel! Don't worry, this story is gonna have, maybe, a little over 20 chapters.
THANKS SOOOO MUCH TO:
Chloevamp
SailinSandy
HobbitIAm
Emzy2k11
MarieFrost
Triquetra-Effect
FrogGirl Lost Boys
Intimate Dancing Scene between Marko and Rose inspired by My Darkest Days's Porn Star Dancing.
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