Cry Little Sister

Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys. Sheryl and Wanda belong to me.

A/N: See? Told you I wouldn't abandon this.

---Chapter Thirteen: Sunset

Wanda flicked her cigarette over the bluff and exhaled her last breath of smoke. According to Marko, who hadn't spoke to her since she'd nearly broken his nose, she had been unconscious for a grand total of two days and one night. They'd had a brief conversation after she'd woken up, but it had abruptly ended when her memories from the other night had come flying back. She'd managed to get in nearly three punches before Paul had pulled her off and held her back. Words couldn't describe how furious she had been with all of them. In her mind, there was no way her mother would have died if they hadn't done this to her, if they hadn't made her into . . . this.

"Still think it's our fault?"

"Part of me does," she said softly.

"And the rest?"

"Thinks it's my fault." She buried her face into her hands, hiding her crestfallen expression. "It happened because she came looking for me, right? No one forced me to stay at the cave that night. True, I never would have been in there in the first place if you had just left me alone, but still. She was out late because I was. Car accident ensued."

"You're not the one who caused the accident."

"Oh, don't you dare."

"What?"

"You don't give a shit, so don't pretend that you do!" She stood up, uncovering her face as she rose and balling her hands into fists. "My mom is dead, David! Nothing will bring her back. It doesn't matter whose fault it is, because it doesn't change the fact that she's gone forever. I can blame whoever the hell I want. Doesn't. Change. Anything. I could even blame that guy she was dating–what's his name? Max?–and it wouldn't make me feel any different."

David shifted his weight to one foot, making an weird face as he did so.

"That so?"

"Huh?" Her scowl morphed into a look of utter confusion. "What does Max have to with anything?"

"Max? Don't know him."

"Bullshit!" She shoved him. Even with her new strength, the gesture had no effect. "I saw that look when I mentioned him. You do know him, don't you?"

"Are you sure you wanna hear this, Wanda?"

"Yes!"

"He's the head vampire." David spread his arms and took a step back. "And I gave you my blood because he knew Sheryl wouldn't cross over to the dark side without you."

Wanda nearly collapsed. That was it? That was why all of this had happened? Because Max had intended to turn Sheryl into his vampire bride and had known that her daughter was part of the packaged deal?

"He's the head vampire?" she repeated numbly.

"Afraid so, kid."

"But . . . but he's such a dork."

David threw his head back and laughed.

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"I'm breaking into my own house," Wanda grumbled as she ducked under a strip of police tape and inserted her spare key into the lock. She was awfully relieved that Sheryl had kept one under the welcome mat, though it would have been just as easy to break a window in the back and sneak in that way.

"Hurry up," Marko muttered.

"Bite me," she snapped, only to cringe in distaste a few seconds later. She wouldn't be able to say that again without it sounding like a lame pun. "Just wait here, okay? I won't take long."

Marko returned to his bike and sat down, observing her quietly as she unlocked the door and pushed it open. He leaned forward a little, his eyes closing in on the glowing tip of Wanda's cigarette. She'd picked the habit quickly enough. The tiny light faded as she disappeared into her house. At least the kid was smart enough to leave the lights off. The entire neighborhood knew what had happened; a light going on in one of the bedrooms would have the cops down here in no time. The pigs were supposed to be on the lookout for Wanda, as she had been officially declared "missing" the other night. Of course, a serious search was doubtful. Wanda was just another face in a sea of posters.

Inside, Wanda was busy throwing her favourite outfits into a black backpack. She grabbed some of her mother's clothes and jewelry, determined to keep them as her last shred of humanity. She'd have to leave a lot of things behind. Her movies, a lot of her books, her comfortable bed . . . None of the stuff really mattered, but she was going to miss all of it anyway. She was going to miss a lot of things, actually. She had known that this wouldn't be easy, but now that she was actually standing her bedroom again . . . and for the last time . . .

"Damn it," she sighed, tears filling her eyes. "Damn it, damn it, damn it."

She grabbed a couple of her books, but her hand stilled when it came in contact with a certain comic. She was almost tempted to rip it apart, but she stuffed it into her bag instead.

Finally, she was all packed and ready to leave her old life behind.

God, this was really hard.

"Ready to go?" Marko asked softly as she approached.

"Yeah." Wanda put her cigarette out in her palm as she looked at her house one last time. "Let's go."

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A/N: It's not quite the end, as I have an epilogue left. Even though it doesn't have Wanda or the boys in it. Or Max. Who really should have had another appearance in this. Just what WAS his reaction to Sheryl's death, I wonder? ANYWAY, there's no need to worry about me disappearing for months again! I already have the epilogue written. It's the Frog brothers. Alan, to be precise. Right. So. Thanks for sticking with me so far! I'll update in a couple of days. Heck, might even do it sometime tomorrow.