Cry Little Sister
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys. Sheryl and Wanda belong to me.
A/N: Aw…I love you guys. Thanks for all of your patience and understanding. I'm sorry this took so long.
---Chapter Ten: Bendy Straws and Conversations
And so there she was, sitting in the very booth in the very café that her situation had started. She didn't need to worry about the boys bothering her tonight. They had looked right at her when she first arrived at the boardwalk and hadn't followed. That had been almost forty minutes ago, so it was probably safe to assume that they weren't going to bother her now. Her eyes slowly made their way to the palm Marko had burnt with his cigarette. She hadn't been the least bit surprised to find that it had already healed when she awoke that morning. Sighing, Wanda balled her hand into a loose fist. Maybe she should just go home…
"Wanda?"
Her pulse thundered in her ears as her heart began to pound.
'Oh, God…not her.'
Star was bad. Star meant David and the others were probably nearby.
"What the hell do you want?" she asked, cursing inwardly when her voice came out as a terrified squeak.
"I just want to talk."
"Only you and me?"
"Yes."
Wanda took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She really didn't feel like talking, but she was too scared to leave the café. Despite the other girl's promise, the boys might still be around somewhere.
"Fine."
Star sat down across from her. She looked around, and at first Wanda thought she was making sure that no one was listening. But the way her eyes nervously scanned the crowd of people outside…
"It's not too late," she said quietly. "For us, I mean."
"Too late for what?" Wanda cocked an eyebrow, but it dropped back down quickly. "Oh."
"I…I was wondering if you would help me. I don't…I don't want to be…"
"A vampire?"
Star finally looked at her.
"A vampire," she confirmed with a frown.
"Well…what do you want me to do about it?" Wanda's hand absently reached for something, and she realized that this was the first time that she hadn't ordered a strawberry milkshake. Though the thought of food made her feel ill, she did miss chewing on a straw while sitting here. She excused herself and assured Star that, though she was tempted to, she wasn't going to run out on her. She jogged up to the cashier and pestered the older woman until a straw was finally in her possession. Honestly, most restaurants had a little table or something with straws, napkins, and condiment dispensers. What did this place have? A cruel, straw-withholding cashier lady who wasn't getting a tip.
This was pretty empty mental threat, as Wanda never left tips. And…well, who gave cashiers a tip anyway?
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They weren't allowed in the video store. David felt the need to point that out as Max gestured for him to come inside, but he knew better. The place was empty—save for Max, of course, and the man clearly wanted to speak with him. David didn't need to tell the others to stay put, but he gestured for them not to follow anyways. They were all too happy to oblige.
"How are things going with Wanda?"
Now he felt the need to ask how things were going with Sheryl, as he knew all too well that the woman had been avoiding him. But, as before, he knew better and wisely chose to just answer the question.
"She knows," he said dismissively.
"And how did she take it?"
"I think she already had an idea about what was going on."
"She's a very bright girl," Max said with a smile. "How long do you think it'll be before she's an official member of our little family?"
"I don't know." David was already tired of the topic. "Soon," he said, just to please his sire and hopefully end the conversation.
"Good. That's all."
David left without another word.
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"What'd he want?"
"Weren't you listening?"
"No."
"He asked about Wanda. That was it."
They quickly dropped the subject as they started through the crowd.
"Where's Star?"
"She said something about shopping," Paul replied. "I'm not buyin' it, though."
"Then where do you think she went?" David asked as he held a lit cigarette to his lips.
"I don't know. She just seemed like she was lying."
David blew out a puff of smoke. "I think I know…"
His blue eyes glanced in the direction of a certain café. For a few brief seconds, they were will with sadness.
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A/N: …yes…it's short…very, very short. BUT WORRY NOT! I actually have an idea for the next chapter. As in, it won't be a thousand years before the next update. Seriously. It'll probably be up before Tuesday. Chapter eleven will be long. It'll have the rest of Wanda and Star's conversation, the boys hanging out with Wanda, more dead Surf Nazis, and… well, I'm not telling. I'm sorry…I lied when I said there'd be more of the boys and less of Wanda. Instead you got the same amount of Wanda and more Star. Wow. Poor trade, I'd say. (blinks owlishly before trotting away)