Writer's Note: Okay, of course, I do not own the Lost Boys, nor do I own any of the songs I have mentioned in this story…I'm simply paying homage to them. Skylar's the only one I'm responsible for. I wanted to say thank you one more time to the people who read/followed/ commented on this story. I won't do Shout Out's in fear of missing someone. Just know that it was the best part of my day to see a new comment. You guys helped me do this.
In closing, because like I've stated before, I write as if I see it happening in a movie, if this story somehow were able to have "Ending Credits" the song "Ceremony" by New Order would be playing. I fell in love with the song, and it inspired me to publish this story so others could read it. Plus, it was the song playing when Paul and Skylar first met…To me, everything about it tells their story. So, like, listen and fall in love with it too. -Rockinrolla
Chapter 29 "I ain't a fat lady, but I'm singing" Marko's POV
So that's how we got our little Skylar. Needless to say, everyone loved that little twitchy girl.
The transition was weird at first. She was totally bonded with David, and I think Paul was a little jealous because of it, but it all worked out pretty quickly.
Dwayne looked out for her at all times, and even tried to show her how to wrench on cars.
David and Skylar wound up having kind of a parent/child relationship. He's the one who taught her how to hunt and she got really good at it. Biker's wound up being her thing. I'd be good at slaying bikers too if I had tits.
Me and Skylar? We had fun. The best times were when we'd go off and leave Paul behind, just to see him squirm.
Paul and Skylar were absolutely crazy about each other. If they weren't fighting, they were fucking. It got to the point where everyone was so nauseated with them that Max let them have the apartment upstairs so they could use it to scream at each other or screw. Both were insanely jealous of anyone else. She'd get mad when he was luring his hookers. He'd get mad when she was flirting with bikers. They'd fight about it, and then they'd go make up. Hence, the apartment. But they were good together. It was nice to see my brother happy like that.
Max absolutely adored her. Even though he didn't turn her, he referred to her as his daughter. I think he loved her so much, because she was the first one of us who had manners. He even let her work at the record store once the sun went down. She could come and go as she pleased. He was wrapped around her little finger and she knew it.
As a matter of fact, Max was so thrilled with her that he got greedy. He wanted more "children "to add to the family, since she had blended so well. So, Star and Laddie were added 2 years later around wintertime. Those 2 however didn't want anything to do with joining so they never completely turned. That turned into a whole fiasco. Pain in the asses…
Then these people from Arizona moved here. Michael was supposed to be Star's first kill. Max wanted the mother, Lucy. These punkasses that called themselves the Frog brothers got involved…well, you all know what happens next.
But, back to Paul and Skylar, since this story is about them and all.
They didn't get forever…they got 2 good years. My poor buddy lost out in a bathtub of holy water (Those Frog sons of a bitches were quite creative) and once Skylar came around the corner and saw the love of her life gone, she grabbed a wooden stake out of one of those asshole's hands and staked herself. It was totally Romeo and Juliet with a rockstar delivery. The only way those two deserved to go out.
I am a vampire. I don't regret anything I've done. I lived an alternative lifestyle that was built on the ugliness in the gutter and the beautiful freedom of the sky. I may have had to hide from the day, but at night? I lived it up. WE lived it up.
Anyway, we're just kinda hanging out waiting for some obsessed fan to get into some crazy witchcraft, or wicked voodoo or something and bring us all back…
Eh hem, WE'RE WAITING!...
In the words of Joe Elliot "It's better to burn out, than fade away".
And boy, we sure went out with a bang!
Long live the Lost Boys,…and girl.
