It had been about two weeks now since me breaking up with Devin and luckily I hadn't seen him ever since those bikers had removed him from the diner. I was feeling better now that all of his stuff was gone from the apartment and I had burned all of our pictures.
"Come on Amy. Get dressed already. If you take much longer we will only be able to stand somewhere in the back and won't see anything. Corey and Leyla are probably already there." I rolled my eyes at Shelly and made my way over to my dresser. She had talked me into going to the boardwalk this evening. There was a concert scheduled at the stage down on the beach.
I put on black leather pants and a white crop top. I decided that I would let my hair just fall down freely. I pulled out some of my self-crafted jewellery and slipped into my old biker boots which had once been a gift from my father.
"I'm done." I watched Shelly finish her make-up. I had stuck to the basics, only some mascara and eyeliner.
"Tell me Shell, why did I have to go out with you and your friends?" She gave me an annoyed look.
"Because I can't take those puppy dog eyes and your bad mood anymore. I know you feel betrayed and you have every right to, but I am afraid that if you keep going you will end up in rehab once more." I looked at her and let out a long sigh.
"Fine. But I'm not staying with you guys the whole time. I don't know how long I can put up with Coreys' stupid laughter and annoying jokes." She shrugged to that and told me that it was fine by her as long as I left the house for not only work.
"Cut it out already, Paul!", he growled at his brother baring his teeth. He had been trying to fix the bike for about half an hour now. Normally it wouldn't have taken more than ten minutes but since his brother was constantly going on about this girl and not reacting when he asked him to hand him another wrench, it would take him forever. He just had about enough of it. He loved his brother but there was just so much he could take. A strong and well-placed kick and Paul wasn't sitting on the chair anymore but on the stony ground.
"Hey! What did I do?" The blonde looked at him confused.
"I said hand me the wrench your ass is so comfortable sitting on and shut the hell up if you want your bike fixed by the end of the century." He gave another annoyed groan when Paul still looked at him dumbfounded.
"You're still going on about that chick from the diner, Pauly?" Marko jumped down letting go of one of his birds in the process. Paul gave his brother a smug grin, he knew exactly that Marko was just as excited about her as he was.
"I just don't get why you are getting all worked up about some waitress. Drain her already and leave me out of it." The always calm vampire stated and gave Laddie a smile when the boy came to him, carrying the tool Paul was supposed to hand him.
"Thanks buddy. Come on down here and let me show you how it's done." The boy went down onto his back and slid under the bike next to his favourite brother. He paid close attention to how Dwayne was fixing the lower engine mount.
"Come on, Dwayne. There is just something about her… Ask Marko if you don't believe me." A snort came from under the bike while the dark-haired vampire showed Laddie which nut to tighten with the wrench in his small hands.
"What is that sound supposed to mean?" Marko asked, looking down on the unequal couple underneath Pauls' bike.
"It means that the two of you are always trying to get under some chicks' skirt. So forgive me if I am sceptical about how special this one can be. Okay buddy, let me tighten it once more and then we are done." Both Marko and Paul looked at their brother and started laughing.
"Why not have a little fun before eating? Come on Dwayne, what is so wrong about it?" Paul asked laughing tears.
"Because they are food. Your bike is fixed, try not to screw it up again any time soon or you will have a lot of time to figure out how to fix it yourself." He threw the rag he was wiping his hands with in his younger brothers' face. With a smirk for finally shutting Paul up on his face he took his jacket from Laddie and slipped into it.
"You're going to make one hell of a mechanic one day, buddy. Come on, let's find you something to eat before we put you to bed." Gently Dwayne picked up the boy. Even before he had accidentally downed some vampire blood he had held a lot of affection for the kid. He didn't like humans, so it wasn't a lie to tell Paul they were just food. But the boy was something different, he reminded him so much of himself and the little guy tried everything to emulate him. When it came to Laddie he would do anything to protect the boy same as with his brothers.
"Can we go to the boardwalk and have some take out?" With pleading eyes the boy looked at his most adored brother. Giving David a quick glance to confirm his decision he hesitated for a second.
"We still got some time to kill. You two go grab some food. Come back afterwards to tuck in the boy and then we are leaving for some grown-up fun." David gave his permission and Laddie squealed in excitement.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Paul shouted after them.
"There is nothing you wouldn't do.", was Dwayne's' sole reply to that before he and the boy took off.
"Hey! Are you even listening?" I blinked a few times and then looked at Shelly.
"I did it again, didn't I?" She nodded and I let out a sigh. The last few days my zoning out had gotten worse. It now sometimes happened while being in public or the middle of a conversation.
"I was saying that we wanted to take a few rides on the rollercoaster. Are you coming?" I quickly shook my head. I hated those things.
"Nope, I'm good down here. You guys have fun, I'll find myself something to eat and then check out the band down on the beach or something." My cousin gave me another look before finally leaving with Corey and Leyla. I felt relieved. I liked Leyla but her boyfriend was just plain stupid in every sense. On top of that belonging with the Surf Nazis didn't really help him to me thinking better of him.
So what to eat? I strolled down the boardwalk unable to decide yet. I could always go to the diner and eat there. I went over to one of the food stands near the railing but when coming closer I didn't feel like eating there anymore when the hot dogs' smell hit my nose. They smelled like they had been out in the open far too long.
I turned away and noticed a motorcycle standing nearby. Curious I slowly walked towards it. I had always helped my dad when he worked on his bike even if I didn't understand much of what he was doing. I stopped a few feet away and took in the whole picture.
My heart fell a bit. I knew this model. Unconsciously I walked closer and gently graced my fingertips over the still warm tank. I couldn't help myself, I knew it was wrong to touch someone else's property but it brought back so many memories to just see this bike.
The colour was different and the tires had been changed. But it was still the same motorcycle my father had been so obsessed with. A Harley Davidson XR-750. I could still smell the dust and recall my father allowing me to clean the engines' small pieces before putting them back together.
He had always wanted me to inherit his "Baby". He knew I would honour it and he wanted to show me how to do everything myself since he didn't have a son anymore. But sadly he left no last will behind when my parents passed away and there were so many bills to pay, so the house I grew up in and my fathers' beloved Harley had to be sold in the process.
That had been the day I slit my wrists. The motorcycle had been more or less everything that was left of my father. It had felt as if they ripped the last remaining piece of my soul from me. I was empty, I didn't exist anymore. And so I decided to follow them into the black since I got nothing left to live for.
I gently put my hand on the bikes' seat, feeling the cool touch of leather against my skin. I closed my eyes for a moment letting my head hang low, fighting the tears and the pain as well as pictures of me sitting behind my dad and feeling the wind in my hair.
Slowly I pulled away. And with the memories fading I got this feeling again, that I should not be here. That I should not be touching the bike, that it most likely might cost me my life if the owner found me doing so much as staring at it.
Upon entering a Chinese restaurant I heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle taking off but hesitated to turn around. I ordered some rice with orange chicken and went outside to eat as it was already full inside and I didn't want to eat next to some creep.
I walked back the way I came until I found an unoccupied bench where I could sit down to eat. I opened the box and pulled out my chopsticks while looking at the old carousel. Maybe I should get a ticket later, I always loved those rides.
"You just can't stay away from me, can you?" I choked on my rice and started coughing. Looking up I saw Twisted Sister standing in front of me. It was the first time I could really look at him. My name for him was justified. He really had this whole rock star thing going with his white pants, the high shaft leather boots and the mesh top under his black leather jacket.
"See something you like, hot stuff?" He smirked at me and came closer until he was standing right by my side, one foot up on the bench next to me.
"You wish. And quit calling me that." I tried to keep calm when he leaned down to steal a piece of chicken from the box in my hands and flushed bright red when I couldn't look away as he put it in his mouth.
"Sorry. Can't do that since I don't know your name." He grinned again.
"The name's Amy. And would you please stop eating my food?" I smacked his hand as he tried to steal another piece of chicken which only resulted in him laughing out loud.
"My name is Paul. And maybe if I eat all of your food you are hungry enough to let me take you out for real dinner." I rolled my eyes, starting to get annoyed by this endless flirting. Aside from that I still felt uneasy around him and could kick myself for telling him my name. Something told me I would regret it.
"Amy!" Thank god for Shelly! My cousin was coming our way, her friends a few feet behind not really paying attention to anything besides themselves. Relieved I got up from the bench as my cousin stopped and waved me over.
"Seems you have to eat alone. I'm leaving. Keep this since you already ate most of my chicken." I shoved my take-out box into his hands and started to walk away.
"Nice earring by the way, hot stuff. See you soon, you know you can't stay away from me." I could hear him chuckle behind me and grabbed Shellys' arm.
"Let's just go home. And would you please stop paying him any attention?" She looked at me confused and stopped waving goodbye at the biker.
"Why? Who is he anyways?"
"He is one of those bikers everybody keeps warning me about. But somehow the more I try to stay away the more he seems to haunt me." I replied dryly pushing back my hair. That was odd. I just now realized I had lost an earring. Great, those were my favourite.
"Not getting in her pants again, huh?" Marko grinned as he threw himself at his brother. They all had watched him with interest as he had walked towards the girl.
Dwayne could barely keep it together. It didn't happen that often that Paul didn't get what he wanted. But after seeing the waitress now he had to at least give him some credit for her being something else and not one of his usual dumb Barbies.
"Let's go home, boys. Or anyone still in need for a snack?" David looked around before fixing his eyes on Paul. "Or a good lay to wind down?" The others hollered and Marko almost fell to the floor from laughing. David smirked as his brothers' expression was just priceless. Paul grumbled something and swallowed down the rest of the girls' take-out.
"Home it is." They walked back to their bikes and took off.
o-0-o
Dwayne was sitting on the couch, reading one of his books. David had disappeared an hour ago, something Max wanted to talk to him about. Star was god knows where, not that he cared so much in the first place. And Marko and Paul were fooling around again.
He shifted and something fell out of his jackets' pocket. He picked it up and looked at it once more. It was a small earring. A silver batwing caught in a pentagram. He had found it lying next to his Harley when he and Laddie were ready to head home again.
When he had picked it up a fading scent had caught his attention. Someone had been touching his bike and apparently lost the earring, for the same scent was lingering around it. He hated people messing with his stuff and most people knew to keep away from the Lost Boys' bikes. What had caught him a bit off guard was that the scent on his bike was female. A combination of cedar wood and lavender.
He pushed the thought aside and put the earring back in his pocket. A few minutes later David returned and they got ready to go to sleep for the day.
