Eyes Older Than the Rest
CH 5: I Know I Should Have Said This Earlier
AN: Thanks for waiting with me and thanks to anyone who reads this. I do not own this Lost Boys. I totally just have to say… I MET COREY FELDMAN AND IT WAS COOL! I went to this thing where we watched the Lost Boys in a park for the twenty fifth anniversary and he and his band performed there. And it turns out that my aunts known him from some movies they did back in the day….. WOOOOOOOO! *sigh* Onward then!
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"You want Lauren and me to dress as vampires for a Halloween ball?" Delilah said as she stared at Alan, a look of excitement and disgust etched into her features. He shrugged.
"It's a great way to keep tabs on that new coven. I mean what glitzed up new clad of pretentious vamps could resist a bar-full of women, $1000, and a chance to scare the shit out of someone? I think it's a great idea. Lauren, you, and Noodlehead could play vamps and me, Winston, Edgar, and Alan could be the hunters. We can find some good Intel and make friends in not so holy spaces. Ya know?" Josh spouted as he twirled a silver cross through his long bony fingers.
"I get the idea," Lauren began. "But does that mean that I have to dress like a slut?" she asked crossing her arms. Jack fanned himself with a Batman.
"I'm fine being a vamp. Then I can get a shit perspective on the evil ones," he said as he inhaled smoke from his cigarette. Alan looked at Winston, who had remained oddly quiet.
"What do you think," he asked as he adjusted his black beret. The Halloween Ball was in five hours, and he and Edgar had failed to mention it to the rest of the group until now.
Winston was silent for another moment.
"The Bombers," he said as if those words had any significance. He pulled a necklace from his pocket and slammed it on the counter. It was a long gold chain with a morbid pendant. A skull holding a bomb in its mouth.
"The Bombers are the new coven, and they are extremely organized. There of 42 of them, and the numbers keep growing. They all operate under the head vamp, who never goes anywhere without ten of his best vamps. Hard to access, even tougher to kill. It's rumored that the head vamp can take a stake to the heart and not die. He needs to be fully decapitated.
"They are known distinctly for their red leather jackets and matching necklaces, and never go anywhere in groups smaller than three. Let me just say that there are 39 bombers at the moment." Lauren put her hand over her mouth. Delilah scowled at her brother. Josh shook his head, a wry smile on his face. Jack whistled as he took a drink from the ever present silver flask. Edgar opened his mouth, then closed it. Alan stared at the young man.
"Holy fuck, you killed three of them?" Alan burst out. Delilah shook her head.
"Let's just forget about that for now and focus on our costumes. We'll have plenty of time tonight to work, but now we need to work on apparel so we'll actually have a shot of getting close to the vamps while looking like contestants. The Bombers will definitely go for it, and we may be able to destroy some other shit-suckers in the process." Edgar smiled sheepishly.
"We kind of already got the costumes," he said slowly. Lauren paled.
"Don't tell me," she started only to be interrupted by the door to the comic store opening.
Sam waltzed in carrying a large cardboard box precariously balanced on a smaller one. He rushed to the counter and dropped the boxes on it.
"Hey guys," he said slightly out of breath. "I brought some cool stuff for you guys to wear tonight. I myself look pretty slick, so it's gonna be hard to compare," he said enthusiastically. Delilah eyed his Billy Idol-esque black vest and neon green tight jeans.
"Just open the box," she said threateningly. Sam scoffed.
"Fine, fine. Just don't bite me," he mumbled under his breath. He opened the larger box and began to pull out item after item. There were corsets, cargo shorts, tutus, checkered sweaters, a leather jacket, camo shirts, army jackets, mesh gloves, neon knee highs, ripped jeans, leather skirts, dresses, a 20oz jug of hair gel, and tights. Lots of tights. The second box was filled with shoes. Lauren winced at a seven inch pair of neon orange pumps.
"Where did you get all of this shit?" Jack said as he looked over the clothes with interest. Sam shrugged like it was easy.
"I got it from my brother's girlfriend. She's an actress and has a crap ton of old costumes…" he trailed off as looked into the pile of clothes. Delilah walked towards the box and pulled out lace corset.
"I'm playing a vampire right?" she said with a smile on her face.
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The town hall was filled to the brim with costumed people. There were witches, go-go dancers, monsters, and of course, vampires. Delilah slipped on a pair of platform combat boots as the eight of them entered the building. Loud music blasted from the speakers as a live band rocked out.
"Oh dear, I hope we can pass as vampires," Lauren said as she pushed a set of fangs into her mouth. Delilah smiled.
"Relax man, we look deadly," she breathed. Alan gulped as he looked her up and down. She wore a tight push up lace corset that ended right above her navel, black leather shorts, and ripped fishnets with her combat boots. The Bombers necklace hung elegantly around her neck, her hair flowing around her face and shoulders. Her eyes were rimmed in black and her lips were a deep red, emphasizing her deathly pale skin.
Alan couldn't stop staring at her, and had to pull his black beret down over his eyes to look away. Lauren pulled up her own strapless black dress up as she looked nervously around. Her dress was skin tight earning her many a stare from the passing men. Much to her chagrin, Sam had all but forced the neon orange heels onto her feet making her six foot three with heavily teased out hair. Her eyes were also rimmed in black, but Sam had gone crazy and attached two inch long fake eyelashes to her eyes.
Jack chuckled at Lauren's expression then pulled a smoke from his pocket and lit it up. He was wearing Marko's jacket and looked very much like the deceased vampire. Winston scanned the room.
"I see them," he said as he nodded his head in the direction of a group of six red leather clad men. They all ranged in heights and hair colours, but the one very distinctive thing about them were the inch long fangs protruding from their mouths. Lauren rubbed her arms nervously.
"So what are we going to do?" she said with a slight quaver to her voice. Edgar crossed his arms.
"You see them? They're going to the stage for the competition. We gotta follow before they suck that one judge dry?" He took off in direction of the stage. Everyone followed except for Lauren who tried to walk in her ridiculous heels.