Author's notes: Hey, dearest readers, I'm so sorry it took me this long to update. Special thanks to everyone who made the effort of reviewing, you people inspire me and encourage me to keep on writing. Nightcrawlerlover, I won't be using a beta after all, it's already taking me really long to update. Oh, and I like to name my chapters after lyrics or song titles. Last chapter was from Avril Lavigne's 'Nobody's Home', try and guess where this title comes from…
Oh, and the italic words are thoughts.
Warning: this fic is going to be slightly AU: In my universe, Star doesn't exist, and Michael will be a complete asshole.
Disclaimer: If I owned the Lost Boys, then I wouldn't be stuck in real life
Chapter two: And I would run away
Asrael woke up in what felt like a riding car. She looked outside of the window, and saw the land passing them by at a high speed. 'Yup, riding car' she thought. She looked to her left, and saw Sam smiling at her, with relief evident in his eyes. "Jazz, thank God you're awake. We were really worried" he gushed out.
Asrael smiled reassuringly. When she turned her head to look at the front she felt a sharp pain that shot through her neck. 'Apparently I have hit my head harder than I originally thought" she mused. Lucy smiled at her through the rear-view mirror. "Are you feeling a little better, sweetheart?" she asked. Jazz nodded. "Mom, what happened? Where are we going?" Lucy sighed. "We heard a loud bang yesterday evening. Sam arrived just in time to stop your father. Michael had to stop Sam from killing him." "I wish he didn't" Jazz muttered under her breath. "What your father did to you was completely horrible. I just packed our stuff, and now we're on our way to my dad. He lives in Santa Carla."
Asrael noticed Michael giving her the evil eye. "Jeez, what the hell is his problem" she thought. "He's probably pissed because I ruined the perfect family picture." She asked her mother timidly: "Mom, you're not mad at me, are you?" Lucy looked shocked. "Of course not, honey. This is not your fault." "Yeah," Sam chimed in, "This is Dad's fault. He's an asshole!" "Sam!" Lucy exclaimed, shocked at her son's language, but she couldn't quite hide the small smile that appeared on her face. Jazz grinned. "Looks like I taught my little brother well". Michael was looking really pissed. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew a horrible stench through the open car window. She wrinkled her nose. "Mom," she complained, "What is this smell?" "It's the sea breeze, Asrael, are you stupid or what?" Michael scoffed. "Michael," Lucy warned him, "Be nice to your sister." "Yeah right" he muttered. "Smells like someone died" Sam said, trying to break the tension that was slowly building. It seemed to work. Lucy shook her head at the antics of her children.
Then she saw the sign. "Look!" she exclaimed, "We're here." Jazz looked at the bright wooden sign that said: Welcome to Santa Carla. Please enjoy your stay. "Great," she thought, "I hope this town isn't as boring as it sounds. A little excitement wouldn't harm me." As she turned around to look at the sign once more, she saw the graffiti on the back. "Murder Capitol of the World." she muttered. She turned back, and saw that her brothers had seen the sign too. Michael looked as if he was about to start sulking.
Lucy pulled over at a little gas station. Jazz got out of the car in an attempt to lose the stiffness that held her body in a vice grip. "Mom," she heard Michael say, "Is it okay if I go by bike for the last part of the journey?" "Sure, honey." Lucy said. Jazz was about to make her way back to the car when Michael cornered her. "This is all your fault, you know?" he hissed. "If you hadn't dressed like a slut and behaved like a bitch, then Dad wouldn't have hit you, and we'd still be in Phoenix." She felt a lonely tear roll down her face as he stalked away angrily. "Asrael, honey. It's time to go!" She quickly composed herself, and headed back for the car. She ignored Sam's inquiring look as she got in.
After what seemed like half an hour they arrived at Grandpa's place. "This place looks like a cottage" she thought, "and the garden is full of rubbish. But hey, everything's better than Phoenix." When Michael too had arrived, they went to the front door, where a man was lying incredibly still. "Is he dead?" Sam inquired. "Of course not," Lucy said, "He's just sleeping." "If he's dead, can we go back to Phoenix then?" Jazz scowled darkly at Michael. "Playing dead," the man gruffly replied, "And doing a damn good job at it too, by the sound of it" She sniggered. She had heard Michael squeal like a little girl when Grandpa spoke. They entered the house, and Grandpa proceeded with giving them instructions about the taxidermy room and the second shelf. In the meantime, Sam was freaking out because there was no TV. And on top of that, she had gotten the best room of the house."Yeah," she silently mused," I could get used to this."
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