Author's Note: Okay I am really sorry this took me so long, but I had a bad case of writer's block over the weekend and needed a bit of extra time, so I hope this chapter makes up for it! Chapter Five will be replaced as soon as I get this posted, I took the wise advice of some reviewers and decided to change the scene where David offers Bryn the wine, if you don't want to go back and read it, it just changed to where Paul and Dwayne protested her taking the wine to the point where David let it slide- but suggested they do it another night. That's probably the biggest change to any events that have happened, other than that I've just been fixing spelling mistakes and adding stuff in. Other re-written chapters will be posted soon, I can't update this Friday because I'm at my friend's for a halloween party so the update will be Saturday, promise! Thanks for new favourites and follows and thanks to Me (response below), Flowerchild23, SilverDragon13, sadlyhuman1997, Pixiecropse, Texas Bobcat and TheGoofyCat.
Me: HEYA :) it's great to hear from you again, sorry I couldn't reply to your last review on Rebel Blues but I just want to say a massive THANK YOU, I'm so glad you loved the story and I really appreciated every awesome review, and putting your name in the thank yous was the least I could do, you rock! Sorry this chapter has been up so late so you're waiting on a response but I'm really glad you're checking out my other stories and that you like them, it means a lot! Yeah Zach was a jackass I always love writing really evil characters haha :D yeah you will just have to wait to see, Paul and Dwayne are just so awesome :') her and Nick still have a bumpy road ahead, DEFINITELY a big problem for them in this chapter but it'll all be resolved… Or will it? Mwah haha, anyway, lot of hugs to you too! :)
Once again credit for Bryn's outfit in this chapter goes to sadlyhuman1997 and her awesome fashion sense :P
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys, just my OCs.
I glanced around for Nick and couldn't see him, I wanted him to hurry the hell up, I was exhausted. Turns out the bruises don't like when I walk, who would've thought? I lifted the pack of painkillers from my bag and made a note to get a drink as soon as I could.
I took the slouchy blue knit hat off my head and let my red hair fall down onto the shoulder left bare from the baggy sweatshirt I had wore. I had to dress down and wear this with some jeans and converse so that if I happened to see Nick when I was out looking for Zach, I could slip away unnoticed. Not that it had mattered, I didn't see Nick or Zach all day. And I had looked just about everywhere. From the beach to the crappy houses his friends squatted in, I had searched Santa Carla high and low for Zach. And found no one, so he was either with Nick or in some place I didn't know about or he was gone. I needed Nick to turn up and give me an answer.
Finally I spotted him, I waved my arm to call him over then winced as I remembered that was not the best course of action, nevertheless he saw me and came over, all but falling into me.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I said as I caught his shoulders and helped right him, ignoring the pain across my upper back as I shook his shoulders a bit, he seemed in a trance. Then his eyes fixed on me, and the bloodshot appearance coupled with the wave of stench of alcohol hit me, I realised the reasons for his impaired balance and glassy stare.
I pushed him back a little as my face screwed up in disgust, "You're drunk?"
He shook his head defiantly even though he was swaying on the spot a little.
"And high?" I guessed as I looked at his eyes, the smell of alcohol had an edge to it that was probably weed, oh great.
"Well I'm here, aren't I?" He asked, words slurred a bit.
"Yeah in body, mind I'm not so sure about." I said as I waved a hand back and forth in front of his eyes only to find no response, "What are you playing at? This was an important conversation we're meant to be having and you turn up off your head on drugs and alcohol?"
"Oh I'm gonna have a conversation, just not with you. You can wait." He said, shaking his finger.
"What are you talking about?"
"Where are those little friends of yours, hm? They're always around somewhere, aren't they?!" He asked, his voice rising a bit at the end, attracting the attention of those walking past.
"Shh! I don't know where they are, and why does it even matter?"
Nick gave me a cold look before shoving past my shoulder with his, "Never mind, I'll find them myself."
"What do you need to find them for?" I demanded as I jogged after him, for a guy that was wasted, he could move fast when he wanted to.
"To find out what they did with Zach." I skidded to a stop in my tracks as my mind froze before it started going into overdrive. So Nick didn't know where he was either, and for some reason he thought the guys might.
"What happened to Zach?"
"That's what I wanna find out, he's missing and we all know whose fault it is when someone goes missing around here." Nick called back, stopping before turning sharply to walk down the middle of one of the streets, I followed after him with a roll of my eyes.
"Nick, you're talking crazy, can you just stop for a second?!"
He shook his head, turning down an alleyway, "Not until I talk to them."
My heartbeat rose slightly as I got a sense of deja vu from last night, following someone down an alleyway hadn't worked in my favour so far. But this was Nick, it wasn't Zach. I forced myself to run after him.
"Stop!" I ordered as I finally caught up with him, pulling his shoulder round to face me, "I need to tell you something, I-"
"I'm not listening to any of your lies, Bryn, you can't keep sticking up for those assholes."
"And you need to stop thinking Zach's the victim in this whole thing! Hold that." I ordered, shoving the flashlight I had taken with me to look round some of the disgusting houses the Surf Nazis slept off their hangovers in. I grabbed Nick's hand and pressed the flashlight into it and clicked it on before dropping my bag and lifting the hem of my shirt to show him the bruises his friend had graced me with the night before.
I turned in a circle, letting him see the full extent of the bruises to my abdomen, choosing not to lift my shirt any higher in case anyone walked by and wondered what the hell we were doing. But it had went quiet around here, with barely anyone around but Nick to see the ugly patches of purples and reds that dotted my stomach and back like splashes of watercolour paint on a canvas.
Finally I turned back to him and dropped my shirt, the light from the flashlight only shone on my sweatshirt now. Nick's eyes met mine and his jaw clenched tight.
"Who did that to you?"
"Zach."
He exhaled sharply and shook his head, "No way."
"Face it, Nick, you know Zach hates me. Last night I came out here to find you and he lead me down on of these alleyways and started to kick the crap out of me. Who knows what would have happened if-" I stopped short, realising I got to the part of the story that was harder to believe.
"If what?" Nick asked.
"If he hadn't have disappeared. He vanished and I have no idea where he went." Nick threw his head back and laughed.
"You expect me to believe that? Wow, they really have got you brainwashed."
I stared at him in disbelief, "Excuse me?"
"They did that, didn't they? You know exactly what they did to Zach and they made sure you wouldn't tell anyone, so they gave you those bruises. Hell, they probably told you to show me them and say it was Zach-"
I slapped him. I have never slapped anyone in my life. But he wasn't getting the message, we were going round in circles. And he just accused me of lying about how I got these bruises, and found it so hard to believe one of his friends would do this to me whilst finding it so easy to believe one of the guys did. In that moment I hated him, because he was supposed to be on my side.
"Wake up!" I shouted as his face turned back to me from where it had been turned sharply to the side from the slap, "It was Zach!"
He shoved me back roughly, I knew it was only meant to be payback for slapping him, but my head hit the wall hard and I saw stars.
"Ow." I whimpered as I held the back of my head and squeezed my eyes shut, I had a feeling I'd need those painkillers in a minute.
Several noises registered in an instant and I opened my eyes in alarm to see what happened, but I had to have had some kind of concussion because all I could see was black in front of me.
A clattering noise was heard and I looked down to see the beam of light from the flashlight where it hit the ground, it landed with the light facing me and illuminated the space between me and the black thing enough for me to finally piece things together. There was someone standing in front of me, their two legs shoulder-width apart as they stood impossibly tall and straight in front of me.
I managed to step out from between them and the wall, looking around their side only for my eyes to widen. Nick was on the ground,
"Nick!" I cried, closing the distance as I knelt down beside him to see what had happened. No blood or anything, and when I pressed my fingers to his neck, he was still breathing. So just unconscious, but why?
I remembered the figure behind me and whirled round to grab the flashlight and point it up in the general direction of what must have been the person's face, I could only guess by the large amount of black in front of me a moment ago that they had stood with their back to me. And it finally clicked what had happened, Nick had fainted in fright, and as the beam met the face of what had come between us, I could fully understand why.
Orange eyes. Fangs. A strange face like something from a nightmare.
I could not be looking seeing what I was seeing right now. There's no way this thing I'm looking at is real. It looked like a vampire, but they're not real. They can't be.
I tried to scream but no noise came out, so I was just left to sit there gaping up at this thing. I shakily stood and didn't even reach the monster's shoulders. A growl rumbled deep within its chest and I lowered the flashlight, the light must be annoying it. Just as the light passed their chin and I expected to see some kind of tuxedo-suit thing with a ruby choker and a cape like most vampires, my eyes froze.
Dwayne's necklace.
It had to be, the twisted strands with various charms and teeth hanging from it. How did this thing wind up with Dwayne's necklace?
The light in my hands moved almost by itself to see it had a leather jacket on but no shirt underneath, and a worn leather jacket with a leopard on the sleeve. No freaking way.
The light drifted back up to it's face, this was the first time I took in the long dark hair that framed the frightening face. The orange eyes were once again illuminated to the point that they glowed, and my mind reeled at the possibility that had they been human eyes, they'd be brown.
"Dwayne?"
My voice was a cracked whisper, barely heard in the alleyway, my mind was caught between screaming at me to run and wonder at how the hell this vampire in front of me could possibly be Dwayne.
I watched in disbelief as the lips that had been stretched over the lethal fangs closed only to reveal regular white teeth, the orange eyes melted and darkened back to a deep brown, almost black. And before I knew it, his face had changed again and I could see without a shadow of a doubt that it was Dwayne.
Nick moaned quietly from behind me and my head whipped round, only for me to be pushed- slowly, but with enough strength I couldn't protest- to the side. The flashlight that had just let me witness Dwayne's face returning to normal now showed me it morph back into it's terrifying animalistic appearance, and I realised he planned on draining Nick dry.
"No!" I said hurriedly, fighting against his grip to wedge myself between him and Nick again, who didn't look like he was in a hurry to get up, "Don't." I begged.
"Get out of the way." The voice sent a chill down my spine and not in a good way like Dwayne's normal voice would gave, the tone was menacing and my knees started shaking with the realisation I was putting myself between a vampire and its next meal.
I shoved both hands against his chest, not even making him move a fraction of an inch and only causing myself pain across my shoulders, "You want him, you gotta go through me first."
Boy am I screwed.
I forced myself to stare defiantly up at Dwayne's face, refusing any emotion that tried to creep into my expression. I wanted to scream, cry, run and hide. This guy was big enough to snap my neck like a twig and drink my blood, and I was challenging him.
I officially had a new frontrunner for the worst night of my life. The guy I had been inexplicably drawn to, attracted to, spent more time thinking about than I should have, was a freaking vampire.
"Nice going, buttface."
Paul turned from where he had been scolding Dwayne to look at me, offering a grim smile as I stared at him.
Yes, I was still alive. No, I was by no means safe.
I sat on the edge of the fountain in the caves, cursing everything that had happened tonight. After Dwayne decided not to kill me for reasons I'm still not sure of, I convinced him Nick would probably be passed out for a while and judging by how drunk and stoned he was, he would just write the whole thing off as a hallucination. Dwayne promptly grabbed him and disposed of him on a nearby bench, so that when he finally woke up, he wouldn't be able to tell if we had actually went down the alleyway at all nevermind saw what we did.
I wish I could doubt things as easily.
I had spent the duration of my time here looking between the other three guys and wondering if they were vampires, trying to picture their faces like Dwayne's had been. It seemed so far-fetched, but if one of them was a vampire, chances were they all were.
"Apparently this isn't the first time you've pulled a stunt like this." David accused, my eyes furrowed in confusion before I finally realised.
Dwayne had been the one to rescue me the night before. A shudder ran through me and I found myself asking a dreaded question, the first time I had spoke since arriving in the caves after Dwayne refused to let me run off, "Where's Zach?"
The question had been directed at Dwayne, but Marko laughed, "Where's Zach? He's went to the big boardwalk in the sky."
"Marko." Dwayne said sharply as my face contorted in disgust and a sick feeling churned through my stomach.
"What?" Marko asked, holding both his gloved hands up in defense, "You're the one that had to play the hero and rescue the pretty girl, I'm just letting her know what's happened, she seems a bit slow on the up-take."
"Excuse me for having a hard time believing it." I muttered quietly, Marko sniggered and I made a note that they must have pretty good hearing.
"Well you created a problem, because now there are two humans that have seen you that still have breath in their lungs to blab to everyone about what we are." David said, standing on the rim of the fountain and waltzing around slowly, "We only got one here, so where's the other?" He asked, I looked up to see him staring down at me demanding an answer. Yeah, this guy I could definitely see as being a vampire.
"At the boardwalk." I told him, hurriedly standing up on the rim of the fountain beside him, "David, Nick was wasted, he won't even remember any of this tomorrow. If he does, he can just write it off as some major hallucination from whatever he's taken."
David smirked, "You really think I'm gonna take that risk? Put our secret in jeopardy over some Surf Nazi?"
"Not just a Surf Nazi, my friend. My friend who kept telling me there was something up with you guys and I wouldn't listen. I didn't believe him… For God's sake, you guys are murderers!"
"Vampires, Bryn." David corrected, "Murderers don't really gain anything from killing, do they? We kill to survive, it's just the same as humans eating animals."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure eating a hamburger is equivalent to killing a person." I growled, "All those posters put up by families who have lost kids, brothers and sisters, parents… And none of them know it's you that's doing it." I said with a shake of my head.
"And we plan to keep it that way."
Fury bubbled up in my stomach and I found myself glaring at Paul, "Why did you ever have to talk to me? If you hadn't have just strutted into the store I wouldn't have even known about any of this, I never would have met you guys or been in this mess!"
Paul's gaze dropped and mine switched to meet a dark pair across the room, "And you, why the hell did you save me, huh?" I demanded, rather than drop his gaze like Paul, Dwayne's eyes stared back impassively and I walked closer, "If you kill people all the time, why stick your neck out for me? What made me so Goddamn special that you felt the need to save not once, but twice? Why the hell would you care?"
The questions hung in the air for what seemed like forever, just as I was convinced he would remain stoic and stubborn and I'd not get an answer, he closed the remaining distance between us to stare down at me from his full height, my neck hurt trying to keep my eyes on his.
"I keep asking myself the same things."
I was left standing there to ponder what he meant as he ghosted past me, not even hesitating as he passed the others and climbed up through the entrance of the caves and back outside, leaving me with the remaining three vampires.
Author's Note: Dun dun duuuuun! I hope this didn't happen too quick but I figured Chapter Ten was enough of a wait for you guys for Bryn finding out :P don't worry, this is just the tip of the iceberg of what me and sadlyhuman1997 have in store :) hope you guys enjoyed, once again sorry for the delay and the next chapter will be up Saturday. Until then, have yourselves an awesome halloween!