John - er, Ken - liked this girl, really liked her, and he was excited for her to go down on him. Slowly, she was revealing how wild she was, and he knew that, once she had her mouth around his cock, she would do some crazy shit.
Unluckily for him, they never got that far.
A force from behind grabbed Taylor's curled hair, yanking her away from the surfer and throwing her backwards into the sand. At least, she figured, it was sand - it hurt less this way.
"What the hell!" She exclaimed, realizing she was staring at the backs of four boys - one of whom was her brother. "Michael?"
"Not now," He groaned at her, his voice a thousand times deeper and raspier than she remembered it being. "Go back to the boardwalk, Taylor."
But she didn't, and, within seconds, Michael seemed to forget about her presence all together, and the other boys seemed indifferent. All four of them had their eyes locked on Ken as he gazed up in silent fear.
Taylor sat herself up in the sand, arms crossed over her bare chest, and watched as the boys advanced on Ken. What the hell were they going to do to him, anyways? Maybe they were a gang or something?
But as they moved closer and closer, and Michael grew angrier, their faces started to change and shift. Her brother became unfamiliar to her, his cheekbones beginning to jut out of his skin and his nose becoming snout-like. He started to snarl - they all did - like some type of animal that she couldn't recognize.
Bats. Taylor swallowed. Her brother looked like a bat. They all did, even the ones that she hadn't really met yet. David was the most menacing by far. The closest to the bonfire, his features were backlit, and they gave him the appearance of something otherworldly, deadly.
It was he who pounced, in almost the exact same way that Laddie had when he surprised her by jumping out of her closet. He leapt at Ken, moving straight for the neck like an animal would to its prey. Taylor watched as his teeth, which had suddenly become elongated and sharper than she could imagine, sank into Ken's jugular.
She felt faint. She willed herself to move, but the only movement she could manage was to fall backwards into the sand, closing her eyes.
She heard David mutter something to the rest of the boys, about going to the bonfire 'to get' the rest of the party, and figured that, although she heard no footsteps, they walked away. The only thing she could hear was a dull slurping for several moments, and she figured David was tied up with - well, she didn't want to think about that.
This was her chance, and Taylor took it.
She found her feet quickly, kicked off her sandals, and started running for the boardwalk as quickly as she could manage - not an easy feat in dry sand. But the boys were distracted, and she was making good time. She was just about to touch the wooden stairs that led upward when she thudded into another body.
"Taylor? I was looking for...oh no." It was Sam, her baby brother, who had somehow been living with these monsters for two months! But his eyes were locked somewhere past her shoulder, and Taylor shuddered to turn around.
Their faces had returned to normal, but their mouths were messy with blood. The Lost Boys, and her brother, were a few feet behind her, flanked out in some kind of half-circle, as if they were daring her to run.
"Jesus Michael," Taylor stuttered. "Sam said you were into some weird shit, but this..."
And then she hit the sand, not nearly as gently as she had earlier.
Paul had flown Taylor back to the house because it seemed like a better option than toting a passed-out girl around the boardwalk, and eventually trying to put her on the back of someone's motorcycle. Michael was still new to flying, and he was hesitant about doing it with Taylor in his arms, so he elected Paul, who was also the only one willing to let Sam drive his motorcycle back to Max's house.
"I'm going to hang behind," Michael said, glancing tentatively at the glowing sign of the video store in the distance. "I'll meet you all at home after I talk to Mom and Max."
The boys nodded in agreement, and Sam scowled. First, Michael was going to skip out on his younger brother, and now he wouldn't even be there for his twin? Vampirism had changed him, like it had changed Lucy and, he assumed, all of the boys. So far, Max had listened to his request not to be turned because of his age - he sure didn't want to be fifteen forever - but he knew eventually the day would come, and that terrified him. Would he be different too, colder and more careless, when he became a vampire?
Secretly, Sam hoped to run away before that time came, but he couldn't leave his family right when Taylor was just arriving to it. She was totally unaware, fully naive to what her family had become - at least, she had been until tonight.
Paul beat them all back to the house by ten minutes or so, and when the rest of the Lost Boys and Sam arrived, Taylor was already awake. She reclined on the living room couch, sipping from a glass of water. Surprisingly, Sam noticed she didn't look too frightened.
"I gave her a promise she'd remain bite-free." Paul smiled, looking directly at Sam and flashing his teeth.
"Who are you all?" Taylor said, her voice sounding just a little stronger than she felt.
"I'm Dwayne, and this is Marko." The tallest said, with a jut of his thumb towards the shortest one. "I think we're the only two you haven't yet met."
"Mike told me names," She sighed. "I just...I guess the right question would be, what are you?"
The boys looked around the room, eyes locking with each other. All except for David, whose glare never left her face. Opening his mouth as he had before on the beach, she watched him transform.
"We're vampires," He growled, although in a way that was more challenging than menacing.
Taylor stared at him a moment, her eyes blank and glazed over, and then fainted again.