Cry Little Sister
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys. Sheryl and Wanda belong to me.
A/N: I fixed the typos in the first two chapters. I'm sorry if I missed any. Thanks for the reviews.
---Chapter Two: People Are Strange
David paid little attention to the glare he was receiving from Max as he walked into the video store. The blue-eyed vampire knew that his sire hated him coming in here, but he had to confirm his suspicions. He had spotted an unfamiliar girl and her mother the night before. It was probably safe to assume the woman wasn't married. There had been no wedding ring on her finger. If Max wanted this woman to become a part of their family, David wanted to know about it…now.
"What are you doing in here?" Max demanded, keeping his voice low.
"I know about the woman," David replied.
"Sheryl?" Max smiled a little. "She's very nice. She would make a good mother."
"In case you didn't notice, she already is a mother. What are you going to do about her daughter?"
"I doubt that Sheryl will join the family without Wanda. That's where you come in, David. I need you to distract her while I coax her mother over. Make the girl one of us, if you would."
"What?" David narrowed his eyes. "She's just a kid."
"If we wait for her to grow up…something might happen. David, you don't have a say in this. Make Wanda one of us."
Scowling, David left the video store and walked over to the others.
"What did he say?" Paul asked.
"It looks like we're getting a little sister," David said, smiling bitterly.
---
Wanda glanced up from Vampires Everywhere and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Sheryl was standing before her in a stylish black dress, ruby earrings, and a pair of black, high-healed sandals. Her brown hair was tied up in a fancy bun and she had two loosely curled strands of hair on either side of her rouged face.
"What do you think?" Sheryl asked nervously.
"You…you look great!" Wanda gasped.
"Really?" Sheryl smiled weakly. "Are you sure? I don't have too much makeup on, do I? Is this dress too revealing? Should I…"
"Mom!" Wanda tossed her comic onto the coffee table and jumped up from the couch. "Have you even looked in a mirror yet? You look fine. I didn't think someone your age could look so good."
"That's sweet, really it…wait. Are you calling me old?"
They both laughed a little. Wanda had never seen Sheryl so happy before. She was really excited about her date and, even though Wanda didn't like Max, she was glad that her mother finally landed herself a date. The past seventeen years hadn't been easy for Sheryl and she deserved a chance to turn her life around.
"Are you ready to go yet?" Sheryl asked, fishing around in her purse to find her car keys.
"Yeah." Wanda quickly tightened the laces on her combat boots and pulled her hoodie on. "Let's go."
---
Alan paused from rearranging a stand of comics when heard the dull sound of boots thumping against the floor. He turned around and saw the girl her had met the other day. She was wearing the same hoodie, but the pair of jeans she had on were lighter and there was hole in the right knee. Her nail black nail polish had obviously been reapplied and she wasn't wearing mascara this time. She smiled a little when she saw him and offered a friendly wave before walking toward the horror comics.
He quickly nudged Edgar and pointed at her.
"That her?" his brother asked quietly.
"Yeah."
They stopped what they were doing and walked over to her. She was busy flipping through an issue of Vampires Everywhere and didn't look up until they were in front of her.
"Oh, hey," she said, setting the comic aside.
"Have you noticed anything unusual about Santa Carla?" Alan asked.
"No. But then again, I've only been here three days." She looked like she was about to change the subject, but stopped. "Uh, why? Am I supposed to think that Santa Carla's weird?"
"Maybe," Edgar muttered.
"What? The place isn't swarming with zombies, is it?"
"Vampires," Alan corrected.
The girl almost started laughing, but she realized how serious he was being. "You, um, actually think that?"
"No," Edgar replied. "We know."
"Oh, come on! You're kidding, right?" She stared at them a moment. "Uh, no, you look pretty serious."
"We are serious," Alan explained. "Santa Carla is a haven for the undead. Our number's on the back of that comic I gave you. If need are help, call us, but you better pray that you never have to."
"Right." She smiled nervously. "I'm gonna go, now."
She hurried out of the store without glancing back.
"She thinks we're crazy," Alan sighed.
"Don't they always?"
---
A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. The next one will be longer, I promise. It's going to revolve around Wanda meeting the Lost Boys and Sheryl's date with Max. I'll update as soon as possible.