I do not own Lost Boys. I only own Anastasia and her Aunt Becky.
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People of all different types were everywhere. There were the music lovers rocking out at the live performance, the tourists checking out the rides, kids having fun on summer break, and the groups of people rocking out around the bonfires on the beach. Colors, sounds, and so many smells assaulted me all at once. My head was so dizzy. The boardwalk was just like a big circus with all of its attractions. "Ana, Ana, ANA," Aunt Becky yelled in my ear, which shook me out of my trance like state. I looked over at her to acknowledge that I was listening. "I'm going to go return these movies so go explore some," Becky said while walking toward a place called, Max's Video Store.' I shrugged and started walking through the chaos known as the Santa Carla boardwalk.
I wasn't paying attention to where I was going but a melody was pulling me somewhere. I stopped when I found what was making the beautiful yet eerie melody, and it was a beautiful carousel. Children, couples, and some older tourists were scattered amongst the horses. The things that really caught my interest, were not things at all they were four guys that looked a bit older than me. The shortest one had long blonde curly hair, a bright multi-colored jacket, and an innocent face. Another one had long bouncy blonde hair, he was wearing a blue jacket with tan pants, and he seemed the liveliest of the bunch. The third one had brown eyes and black hair; his skin looked Native American except it was paler than normal. Actually all of them were paler than normal. The last of the four guys had platinum blonde hair, he was clothed in all black, and he had the iciest blue eyes that I had ever seen. It looked like his eyes contained so many secrets that were being kept locked up in that icy prison. Looking at them made a shiver run down my spine. They were so graceful, powerful, and they looked like they could kill you without even caring. Everyone on the carousel watched them warily and it was like everyone could sense the unusual feel about them. The platinum blonde guy walked past a woman who was holding a baby in her arms, and the baby started crying and screaming. It was like something was hurting it or as if someone or something had scared it.
The platinum blonde guy glared at the mother and child, and the woman whimpered in fear. The guy smirked and motioned for the other three to follow him off the carousel. I watched them walk off into the chaotic crowd, and the unusual aura they had given off disappeared completely. "That was weird," I thought as I started walking back toward the video store to see if Becky was there. After weaving in and out of people and turning this way and that way I figured I was lost. "Great," I muttered under my breath as I sat down at a bench that looked toward the ocean.
Listening to the waves with the noise of the boardwalk in the background was very calming. That calming feeling was lost as I heard footsteps and someone that was giggling approach me from behind. "Aw someone took our spot," I heard a girl say. The girl's voice sounded very familiar, but I couldn't remember the face to the voice. I heard one set of footsteps turn to walk away, but the girl's voice stopped the other person. "Wait baby I'll just ask this weirdo to move."
The girl walked around the bench and stood right in front of me blocking the view of the moon and stars reflecting off the ocean. I looked up and saw the familiar face of Whitney Weaver. Whitney had been a cheerleader at my high school. She was a sophomore when I graduated. Anyone that knew her would say she was a bitch, slut, materialistic Barbie doll, and a ditsy blonde. No one liked her, not even her boyfriends liked her. They only went out with her, because they knew that they could do whatever they pleased with her. In other words she was very easy. The only reason I dislike her with a burning passion is because I saw her throwing herself all over my best friend's boyfriend, and he was refusing her but she wouldn't stop. I walked over there and pushed her off of him and told her to keep her sluttish paws off of him. She walked away with her nose stuck up in the air, and I just wanted to make her nose look like Michael Jackson's.
Anyways the whore of my high school was standing in front of me telling me to move. I ignored her and looked at the guy behind me, and it turned out to be the short curly haired guy from the carousel. I faced back towards Whitney Weaver and she gasped as she recognized who I was. I smirked and said, "Hey slug long time no see. I see you've kept yourself busy by fucking every guy you see." Whitney's face turned red with rage, and she said, "Ana you bitch I thought your father killed you when he killed your annoying mother." That snapped something inside of me, and I shot up from the bench and punched her in her Barbie fake face. The force of the punch knocked her down to the ground. Anger kept building inside of me and I clenched my fists so tight that I was drawing blood with my nails. Whitney lay on the ground in shock and held a hand to her face.
"Don't you ever talk about them? Do you understand?" I yelled as I kicked her in the side. The curly haired guy restrained me from behind so I couldn't do any more damage. I struggled in his grasp, but I yelled the same question at Whitney again except this time I was even more pissed off. "Yes," Whitney cried out as tears ran down her cheeks, which caused her makeup to also run down her cheeks. I broke free from the guy's grasp and glared at Whitney. "Good," I said as I walked away from the two of them.
Behind me, I could hear Whitney calling to Marko to help her, which I guessed was the curly haired guy. Marko said, "Get Lost," and he started walking away from her as well. The slut just let out more pathetic sobs as I heard Marko's footsteps gaining on my own. Ignoring him I kept heading toward where I thought the video store was. "Hey wait, Ana wait," Marko yelled behind me as he jogged to catch up to me. In the next second he was beside me and stopped me with his hand being placed on my shoulder. His hand felt like it had been stuck in a freezer, and it sent shivers down my spine. "What do you want? Shouldn't you be back there comforting that pathetic whore?" I said harshly as I turned to face him. The innocent face staring back at me started to crack up laughing. I cocked my head to the side at his strange reaction. "She was just some random chic I picked up, and nothing more. That was amazing how you scared her like that."
I shrugged and said, "She deserved it," and started walking away from him. He grabbed my shoulder again and stopped me from moving farther. "Wait don't leave I don't bite," Marko whispered into my ear and I felt his icy breath blow across my neck. "What do you want Marko? I need to be leaving now." "I just want to learn more about you Ana," he whispered.
"Ana, Anastasia, where are you?" my Aunt Becky's voice rang out from the crowd. Her voice seemed to snap me out of some hold that had been put on me while being around Marko. I looked around to see Marko, but he was gone. "Where," I whispered as my Aunt ran towards me. "I thought you would have come back by now," Becky yelled at me while breathing hard because of her searching and running around. "Sorry Aunt Becky I got lost," I shrugged while laughing off the weird disappearance act that Marko just did. Becky sighed and the two of us started walking to her car, and the whole time I felt multiple eyes watching us leave.
That night I tossed and turned dreaming of the four guys with the eerie melody of the carousel in the background. Laughter filled my head, and I woke up. Breathing hard I glanced around my room. The window was open, but I had closed it before I went to sleep. Standing up from my bed, I checked every inch of my room. Nothing was out of the ordinary so I closed the window and went back to bed.
Red eyes looked over the sleeping figure of Anastasia.