Disclaimer: Although I'm a die-hard fan of this movie, I do not own The Lost Boys, nor any of the characters. I do, however, own Bianca Forester, Fallon Long, and Brandon Magaris. I hope you guys like this, because I won't write another chapter until it gets reviewed… even if it's just constructive criticism. Thanks so much.
Rating: Teen for language and adult content.
"I feel it from the inside
Tearing and contorting
Memories have changed me
Once again…"
-Mudvayne/Forget To Remember-
THE LOST BOYS: THE RETURN OF DAVID
CHAPTER ONE
OF DREAMS AND REALITY
When Brandon Magaris heard his roommate scream, it sent chills up his spine. It wasn't the first time he'd been woken up at four o'clock in the morning by Bianca Forester's screaming. It had become a routine thing.
Brandon jumped out of bed, slipped on a pair of sweat pants, and then ran to Bianca's room. She was kicking and thrashing in her sleep. Her screams were getting louder and louder. Brandon quickly ran over to her and shook her, "Bianca! Bianca, wake up!"
"No! Leave me alone! No! Get away!"
"Bianca, it's a dream! Wake up!"
He gave her one last hard shake, and finally, her eyes flew open. She stared up at Brandon, wide eyed. "Bran? Oh, my God, another one!"
"Are you alright, Bianca?"
She nodded, "I will be. Go back to bed, Bran. I'm sorry I woke you again."
"It's okay, Bianca, I'm very used to it."
"Good night, Bran."
"Good night, Bianca."
Brandon left her room. Bianca sat up in bed, with her face in her hands. "Who's David? Who's David!" she shouted.
"Bianca?"
"I'm alright," she called back to Brandon, and then she said to herself, "Who's David? Who are Sam, Michael, and those other guys? Why am I seeing them?"
Bianca could trace her dreams back to when she was attacked a month ago. She was just taking a walk, and some guy bit her. She had picked up a rock and hit him with it. While he took the time to rub his head, she ran for her life. Since then, she'd been having strange dreams and she was always hungry… but never gained an ounce. It was like she was hungry for something she couldn't find.
Tired, she fell back on her pillow. She closed her eyes, and soon she was fast asleep. It would be sound, however. She would be awoken by the dreams at least twice before morning.
2
As Bianca laid her head on the kitchen table in front of her cup of coffee, Brandon fixed breakfast for them both. The frying meat smelled good to Bianca. As usual, she was very hungry. "You look tired," Brandon commented.
"You mean I look like shit, don't you?" Bianca asked, smiling slightly.
"No. I mean you look tired. You haven't had much sleep lately. Maybe you should see a doctor."
"You mean a shrink? I won't see a shrink, Brandon. I'm not crazy."
"No one is saying you are. All I'm saying is that maybe a doctor can help you get rid of those stupid dreams."
"I don't know. They're scaring me, Brandon. It's like… the people are real. I mean… I don't know what I mean," she said, giving a heavy sigh.
"Bianca, they're just dreams. They aren't real."
"I hope not. One of them is a damn vampire."
"A vampire? Well, then I can say that they are definitely not real. Vampires don't exist."
"I know that."
"So, do want some bacon, eggs and toast, or…"
"Just bacon and eggs. No toast. I'm not in the mood for bread today."
"Alright. Beacon and eggs coming right up," Brandon smiled.
3
It was going on three in the afternoon when Brandon left for work. Bianca waited until she was sure he was gone. Then, she picked up the phone and called her best gal pal Fallon Long. "Hey!" Fallon exclaimed, excitedly, "How are ya? Are you still having the same dreams?"
"Yep. Hey, Fallon, there's something I need your help with."
"Name it, girl."
"I want you to come over and help me look for someone."
"Who?"
"Their names are either Sam and Michael Emerson, or Edgar and Alan Frog."
"Frog? What the hell kind of last name is that?"
"I don't know. I just need you to help me look for them."
"I'll be over in a few."
"Thanks, Fallon. I owe you big."
"Who are these guys, Bianca?"
"I don't know. I don't even know how I know their last names, Fallon. I just need help finding them."
"Alright. I'm on my way."
"Bye."
"Bye."
4
When Fallon arrived, she and Bianca quickly started searching the names. Bianca prayed they wouldn't find them. She wanted them to be just a weird dream. Her hopes were crushed, however, when Fallon found all four of them. Bianca stared at the names in disbelief. "So… who are they?" asked Fallon.
"They were supposed to be just a dream," answered Bianca, still in shock.
"I beg your pardon? A dream? You dreamed these names… Bianca, what are we doing?"
"Where are they, Fallon?"
"Bianca!"
"Fallon, help me out here! Where are they?"
"Santa Carla, California. It doesn't give any address for Michael, because it's private. There is, however, a direct line to the other three. It's a comic book and collectibles shop. Wanna give um a call?"
"Actually… yeah. I do."
"This is nuts. Okay, go ahead."
Bianca picked up the phone. What was she going to say? I'm having weird dreams, and you're in them. I dream about you guys killing a vampire named David… oh yes, and David. Bianca hadn't told Fallon to look up his name. Bianca didn't know his last name. It was a blur… like her dream didn't want her to know it.
Bianca finally had figured out what she was going to ask, though. She would ask if they knew anything about vampires. It would at least get a conversation started… even if it was about comics or collectibles. She at least had something.
Bianca dialed the number, and then waited for someone to answer. It took a couple of rings, but finally someone answered, "Frog Comics and Collectibles. Sam Emerson speaking."
"H-hi. I'm Bianca Forester. I was calling to see if you knew anything about… well, it's a weird topic, you see… vampires. Do you know anything about vampires?"
There was silence for a moment, and then he asked, "Why are you wondering? Is this about comics or something else?"
"Something else," she answered.
"Were you bitten?"
"What? I don't… bitten… oh my God!" Bianca exclaimed.
She suddenly remembered her attacker biting her. "Hello?"
"I'm still here. Are they real? I mean… are they?"
"Vampires are very real, Ms. Forester. There are a couple of ways to become one. By drinking the blood of a vampire, or being bitten by a head vampire. Did either happen to you?"
Fallon was flashing Bianca worried looks. Bianca knew her friend was thinking she'd gone crazy. "I was bitten by someone. I still have a scar… or markings… what's going to happen… I though it was just a dream and now I'm talking to you… David! Who's David!"
"We fought him and we thought we killed him. Have you seen him?"
"In a dream."
"Who bit you?"
"I don't know."
"Was it David?"
"I don't know!"
"Was it someone else?"
"I don't know!"
"Where are you, Ms. Forester?"
"I'm… in New York."
"New York City?"
"No. Long Island."
"Address, Ms. Forester."
" I'm at two one nine Lawrence Drive."
"We're coming to see you. If it's David, you should worry, Ms. Forester."
"Thanks for the comforting advice, Mr. Emerson!"
Bianca slammed down the phone, and then plopped down on the couch. A tear streaked down her cheek. "Bianca, what is it? What was that all about?" Fallon asked, worried.
Bianca looked at her friend. She was a Blur. "I'm a vampire!"
A/N: I know, not a good start. I hope it gets better as it goes. Let me know what you thought