Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys. Sheryl and Wanda belong to me.
A/N: Well…I hope you like this chapter…
---Chapter Eleven: Getting Used to the Idea
"Well?" Wanda pulled the straw out of her mouth. "What can I do?"
"Those boys in the comic book store…" Star looked out the window again. "I know they try to warn as many people as possible about vampires, especially newcomers. David told me about them. They've never spoken to me before, but they've seen me with the others. I can't go to them for help. They'd never trust me. And if David found out--"
"No more Star," the younger girl finished.
"Right." She glanced at Wanda for a second. "Have you talked to them?"
"Yes. More than once, actually."
"Did they tell you anything useful?"
"On how to become human again or how to stop vampires?"
"Both."
"They did, but what makes you think I'm going to share the information with you?" Wanda leaned forward a little. "What makes you think that I actually give a damn about what happens to you?"
Star looked at her in shock. "But…what about you?"
"Maybe I want to be a vampire. Besides, how do I know that isn't just a test or something?"
"A test?"
"Yeah, to see if I'm loyal to you guys or not. You'd know for sure that I can't be trusted if I actually agreed to help you hurt the guys. David could've sent you to spy on me."
"David didn't send me."
"How do I know that?"
"I've been watching the crowd this whole time to make sure he doesn't find out I'm here!"
"Really? Because I think you're just making sure that he knows you're following orders."
"Please, I'm here because I need your help! I can't live like this anymore!"
Wanda was taken aback. Star was on the verge of tears at this point.
"I can't kill people to survive, and I don't want to live forever! I want to grow old and have a family. I want to be human again. Please, Wanda, believe me. I'm not spying on you!"
"I…I believe you." Wanda bit her lip. "I…excuse me. I have to go to the restroom."
"You'll be back?" Star asked warily. There wasn't a bathroom in the café; it would be too easy for Wanda to sneak away.
"Yeah, yeah." She tossed her straw into the garbage can and hurried out of sight.
"Sucker!" she chuckled.
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"David!" Star ran up the pack, clearly distressed. "I can't find Wanda. We were talking and she left to go to the bathroom, but she never came back!"
"Maybe she's just on her…"
"She's been gone for over half an hour!" She frown at Paul before turning back to David. "And I don't think it's because she couldn't find a restroom. The store next to us even has a sign in it's front window that says theirs is open to non-employees. I know you don't like her, but something bad might have happened. What if she's hurt?"
"I hate to admit it, but we probably should look for her." Marko tried to look casual and unconcerned.
They all looked at David. He exhaled cigarette smoke and shrugged.
"Then let's go."
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Wanda had gone to the beach. She needed time to think, and there was no way she was going to spend the night with Star. It surprised and confused her, really… Their conversation had actually started to make her mad. Star's desire to actually hurt the pack, people who probably considered her family, had unnerved her. But it shouldn't have, right? After all, they didn't care about her. They just wanted her to join them for some odd reason. Why should she care about them?
"I used to think they wanted to be friends with me," she muttered.
At first she had thought that Marko had been using her as a last resort that night. Who cared as long as he actually chose to hang out with her? Ah, but she'd been so hurt when she started to feel that his companionship was only an act of charity for a friendless little girl. And now…now she had no idea what to think. Her head hurt, because none of this made any sense. They hated her, and yet they'd given her David's blood. Damn it, none of this should be happening to her!
She screwed her eyes shut to hold back tears. Her thoughts were all jumbled, and she could make any fucking sense out of anything!
'Don't cry. Don't cry. It's not worth it. Just stop being so pathetic. You're half-vampire. Deal with it. It's not--'
"Oh, fuck," she grumbled when she heard approaching laughter.
She quickly sprang to her feet, wiped the sand from her backside, and hurried up the beach. She wasn't even sure if it was the boys or not, but she was not going to risk it.
"Where're you going, girlie?"
That was definitely not them. None of them had such a raspy voice.
Wanda started to walk faster. Even though she wasn't weighed down as much by her boots this time, it was still hard to walk through the sand. Maybe they would just leave her alone…
"Hey, I'm talking to you!"
No such luck.
"I think she's ignorin' us," one of them slurred.
"That's pretty rude."
"Hold up, there!"
Something—most likely a bottle—suddenly shattered against the back of her head.
'Damn, not bad for a drunk guy,' Wanda thought as she gently felt to see if she'd been injured. Her hand froze when she felt a wet spot, but after looking at her hand she found that it was mostly alcohol. Maybe vodka, she guessed, after taking a whiff. There was a little bit of blood, but it wasn't even enough to send her into a fit of blood lust.
"Waste of vodka," she rasped, glancing back.
There were five Surf Nazis total. One of them stumbled up to her, his eyes completely blank. He was about to reach for her when a flash of black came out of no where. The man was on his ass and supporting a broken nose before anyone even had time to blink. Blood gushed from his nostrils. Wanda quickly turned her attention to…
"David?"
Instead of acknowledging her, David reached down and hauled the man up by his neck.
"It's not nice to throw things," he said. He tightened his grip as his eyes began to change colour.
Wanda watched quietly as the pack proceeded to rip the Surf Nazis apart, slowly licking the blood and cheep vodka from her fingertips.
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"I'm not worth it, but thanks," Wanda said when they got to the cave. She was grateful that they'd saved her, and she didn't feel like running away from them. "What if someone saw you?"
"No one was around," said Marko, glancing at her as he sat down on the couch. "And…just forget it. You didn't deserve to get raped."
Wanda paled. Raped… She hadn't really thought about it until now. They probably were going to…no, they were going to. Oh, God, if they hadn't saved her…she would have… Her legs gave out and she collapsed onto the couch next to Marko. She tried to steady her breathing. 'Deep breaths, Wanda,' she told herself, 'deep breaths.'
"Thanks," she said, shaking a little. "I guess history's bound to repeat itself."
"I don't see you growing up to be a hooker."
"Don't see her growin' up at all," Paul pointed out.
She would have glared at him, but she was still trying to calm down.
"Guess not," she mumbled.
"Try not to pass out," David said, lighting up a joint.
"I'm fine. Really." She took one last deep breath and sighed. "Thanks. Really."
"Hey, you're fine, right? Nothing happened." Paul gave her an amused look. "How'd it taste?"
"How did what taste?"
"The blood and vodka mix you had going on there."
She blinked.
"Oh. That. Um, it was okay, I guess. I wasn't really paying attention."
She felt the back of her neck prickle. Someone was staring at her, and since all of the boys were in front of her…
"Hey, don't look at me like that!" she said, turning around to face Star. "If you weren't so annoying I wouldn't have ditched you!"
"Be nice, kid," Dwayne said.
"Stop calling me 'kid.' I'm almost fifteen. I am not a kid."
"Yeah, you are." Paul rolled his eyes.
"I am not."
"Okay, prove it. Why don't you try partying like a big girl?"
Wanda leaned over Marko and scowled at him. "Fine. Music, drinks, drugs…what do you guys do, anyways?"
"Ah, fuck," Marko grumbled, covering his face with his hands. "Just don't get drunk and take your shirt off or anything, okay?"
And so they partied. It was more intense than her first night in the cave. Louder music, more dancing, Paul and Marko wouldn't stop grinding against each other… Wanda almost felt like she belonged. She knew that still didn't, though. God only knew how long that would take, if it ever happened at all. She was still shy, awkward Wanda. They were still the bad ass party animals. They weren't going to suddenly accept her just because she got drunk with them and head banged. It was a start, though.
It was like Marko had said…they had all the time in the world to change things.
Seriously, though. Grinding. Grinding.
Wanda was pretty sure a few nuns around the world had just spontaneously croaked.
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"My mom is going to be so pissed!" Wanda exclaimed as she walked home. She wasn't worried about getting attacked again, partly because the odds of it happening twice in one night were slim and partly because she was too damn drunk to care. The cool drizzle was waking her senses a bit, but she was still wasn't sober. Hopefully Sheryl was asleep. She was already going to be in a lot of trouble for staying out so late. What would her mother do if she found out that she'd been drinking?
"Ew, it smells like someone's burning leaves."
She jumped into a small puddle and sighed.
"Ah, man, I'm really going to need burnt toast tomorrow."
The scent of smoke grew stronger and stronger as she walked.
"And speaking of stuff that's burnt…"
Her senses were clearly faster. It might've had something to do with her vampire side, but she wasn't too concerned about it at the moment. Where was that smell coming from?
She looked up and tried to focus. And then…
"Oh, God…"
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Paul leaned back and buried his face into Marko's neck. Star had fallen asleep a few minutes ago, David was at the mouth of the cave, and he wasn't really sure where Dwayne had wandered off to. He closed his eyes for a moment, just listening to the fires crackling around the cave and the light rain outside. A thought suddenly occurred and he tried to disregard it. It kept coming back, though, no matter how hard he tried to think of something else. So, with an aggravated sigh, he asked,
"Did it feel right?"
"What?" Marko looked at him from the corner of his eyes.
"Earlier."
"When earlier?"
"With the kid."
"When we helped her?"
"Yeah. That."
"I don't know." He turned away and shifted slightly, mindful of the taller vampire on top of him. "Why?"
"I think it felt right."
"Does this mean you changed your mind about her?"
"No. I still don't like her."
"But it felt right when we save her?"
"Yeah."
"I think you're just getting used to the idea of her."
Paul shrugged. "Still don't like her, though."
David, still at the mouth of the cave, suddenly said, "Something's wrong."
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A/N: Ah, crap, Paul was so out of character. This chapter was rushed. It wasn't as long as I thought it would be. They are probably a lot of typos to. I really need to get in touch with the person who was proof-reading for me. Or…who said they would. Haven't seen them in forever. (cough) Okay …I'm not too sure how it really works in the movie, but I'm going with the whole "vampires can sense their fledglings" or whatever. So, David just sensed Wanda's dismay about something. But about what, I wonder…?