AN: OMG GUYS IM SORRY IT HAS BEEN FOREVER! MY LIFE JUST BECAME SUPER CRAZY AND RIDICULOUSLY BUSY! THANKS TO THOSE WHO HAVE STUCK BUY IT, YOU KNOW HO YOU ARE. NOW I HOPE THIS CHAPTER CAN MAKE UP FOR A SUPER LONG ABSENCE… btw i don't own the lost boys etc.

Ch. 8

Massive confusion

Alan was freezing. The air around him was frigid and foul smelling, coating his throat in a sickly layer of grime. The cold seemed to help numb the sudden pain that radiated from his right arm, a pain that seemed all too fresh. He opened his eyes to find himself lying face first on a solid dirt floor, his arm crudely splinted with a wooden stake, his own. Using his one good arm, his propped himself up.

His whole body erupted in what felt like fire, drowning him, forcing him back to the floor. His breaths came in rugged gasps as he tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. All of his thoughts were flushed away by a wave of dizziness that made him nauseous to the point where he couldn't even open his eyes. A pulsing headache shook his body.

Somehow, he heard footsteps. About a minute or so later, he heard what sounded like a clacking sound coming down stairs. A pair of shiny black loafers soon appeared in his line of vision, a pale hand reaching down to brush some filth from then toe. Alan forced his eyes upwards.

There was a man looking down at him, or at least a creature that resembled one. Its wolf like green eyes were set in a square-ish face. Its head was shaven, hints of dark stubble sprouting up, and its neck was thick and wrapped in muscles. An obviously expensive suite clothes the creature, a delicate red silk pocket square hidden in the front breast pocket. The air around it smelled sour, like wet dog mixed with high end cologne. The creature smiled at him, revealing surprisingly human looking teeth. In fact, they looked exactly the same as a human's. Somehow that revelation comforted Alan, whilst at the same time it scared him deep inside. He could sense something was off with the man, he deemed it safe enough to call it that, and he wasn't sure he wanted to get any closer.

The man pulled a rickety chair from the corner of the room and elegantly sat down on it, clasping his hands on his knees. Alan took notice that the man's fingers were long and thing, un matching with the rest of his body. Tapered nails grew about an inch out from the finger.

"I'm truly sorry for the bodily damaged my boys have harmed you," it said in a deep and clear voice. My boys. The phrase shook Alan to the core and vile memories of Max and David bubbled to the surface of his foggy brain. "I only asked them to deal with the problem, but you know boys. They can be so wild." His smile seemed genuine, and as hard as Alan could, he could not detect any malice in the man's tone. "Pardon, me I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Rasputin, but please. All of my friends call me Ras." Ras looked around the dirty and foul surroundings, his face turning sour as he took in all of the filth. "I told my boys not to take you to the holding cell. It's only reserved for…well other purposes."

Alan looked up at Ras from his place on the floor. His right arm burned slowly with pain and he wanted nothing more than to get out of this dark holding cell. Ras looked back at him before slowly starting to rise. I would much better enjoy our conversation if we could have it somewhere else. Besides, I think you need a doctor." He rose from his chair and bent down to Alan's level. His smiled brightened.

"When you wake up all will be well." Alan felt two cool fingers touch his temple and the world fizzled out.

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Edgar closed his eyes, trying to block out the super happy hippie music that filled the interior of Lauren's car. Frankly it was pissing him off, how Lauren could be so happy at a time like this. His goddamn brother was missing and she had the wind blowing through her hair. At least he wasn't the only one who was pissed off. The group had taken two cars to search for Alan: Winston driving Delilah, Jack, and Sam while Josh drove Edgar and Lauren. Josh himself looked really pissed off at the music playing but didn't switch it off. Lauren eventually turned it down, settling in her seat as if getting comfortable for a long drive. After a few minutes, it appeared as if she was sleeping; her music had rocked her to sleep.

Josh looked at Edgar in the rear view mirror, noticing the expression on the young man's face.

"I thought we were looking for my brother," he growled, clenching his fists in the backseat. Josh scoffed at his reaction.

"We are, but first we're making a pit stop up north. It's only an hour drive," he said nonchalantly as he pressed down on the accelerator. A fire burned in Edgar's eyes.

"We should be looking for my brother. He could be fucking dead and we wouldn't know it because you decided to make some dipshit pit stop and hour away!" he growled, not caring if he woke Lauren up. Josh sighed in frustration.

"Look kid. We're making this stop 'cause it's beneficial to our cause. How so? Because I said so. Believe me I wanna find your brother just as bad as you do and kill that motherfucker Ras but I gotta take precautions. I gotta sister too you know," he said somewhat condescendingly. Anger burned inside Edgar as he watched Josh calmly respond to his outburst. He wanted to older boy to get mad, spitting mad, and fight him. He wanted to hurt somebody, really hurt someone. He almost jumped into the front seat and took control of the car himself, when he caught sight of Lauren sleeping in the passenger seat.

Asleep, she looked like and angel. A silver glow surrounded her body as her wispy almost white hair fluttered in the wind. Her eyelids fluttered delicately as if she was having a vivid dream, her lips slightly parted. A strange feeling filled Edgar, starting from his stomach and spreading through his lungs. He felt…calm. He felt that disturbing this creature would be blasphemy. Feeling guilty for being loud earlier, he sat back down in his seat and gave up on the fight. He stared out at the bright blue coastal waters on the side of the road until an old wooden boardwalk appeared.

It was small, just big enough for a shack at the end and a rusty old jeep. Josh pulled over, leaving his car on the side of the road as if he didn't trust the old wood to hold up the weight of yet another car. Edgar shook himself out of his trance then exited the car. Josh leaned into the passenger seat, gingerly waking up his sister. Lauren yawned then jumped out of the car, frowning at her surroundings. Her frown turned to a panicked expression as she took in the jeep. She backed up against the car, tightly gripping the handle.

"Why did you take me here, to him?" she spat at her brother, malevolence filling her tone. Josh laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Easy," he murmured. Lauren shook off his hand violently. Edgar walked over to Josh, confused at Lauren's sudden anger.

"Why, who lives here?" he asked carefully. Lauren's face crumpled with disgust.

"Not who, what," she said through clenched teeth. Josh suddenly took on a soothing and caring tone. It was almost as if the twins' tempers had been switched.

"Lauren, you know what he has that I could use. If we want to have a good chance at getting to Ras, we need to get rid of the other vamps first. Please Lauren," he begged. Lauren shook her head no. Taking a painful breath, she replied.

"I don't want to go through that to kill one cucubuth, even if it is Ras. Josh they say the pain is worse than anything anyone could imagine. They say that if you're not strong enough it could make you crazy." Just like that their tempers were back to normal. Josh became hard and cool and Lauren took back her sweet and caring tone. Josh set his jaw in determination.

"Lauren you know this is only the beginning. When we kill Ras, the rest of them are going to come out and try to take us down. We may have to do this whole thing again. It will be worth it I promise, and I am strong enough," he said. Edgar looked at Josh with immense confusion. What did he mean there were more? What would cause him so much pain? What was going on?

Josh noticed the confusion etched into Edgar's face. With a wink he roughly patted the young man on the shoulder.

"You're going to hear screaming. The worst screaming you could ever hear in your life, the type of screams that haunt you forever. You're going to see smoke, and there is a high possibility of a massive amount of blood. Whatever you do, don't come inside. It could kill you.

"I want you to support Lauren. Take her inside the car, sit in the driver's seat with the engine running, and hold her hand, got it? Now if you see something coming through the front door, something other than me, I want you to drive off. Forget about me and go back. Find Winston and tell him that I went to the shack on the water. He'll know what to do. It I do come out, I want you to put me in the trunk of the car and lock it tight. Whatever I say or do, however much I plead with you, keeping driving until you find Winston. Even then don't open the trunk. Let him do it. Got it?" Josh gave Edgar the bizarre and terrifying instructions with almost and expressionless face, a façade too thick to even hear through. Lauren stood completely still, her golden eyes filling with tears.

"I'll put the music on. I don't want to feel what you will," she whispered as she hugged her brother. Josh detached himself from her and tossed Edgar the keys. He gave a meek smiled before walking towards the shack. Edgar pulled Lauren into the car, opening the trunk before getting inside the cab and locking the doors. He grasped Lauren's hand, noting that his own was clammy and shaking. With his free hand, he turned the music on full volume, filling the vehicle with sound that had so annoyed him earlier.

His thoughts were immensely confusing; things had taken a turn for the worse almost faster than he could grasp the information. So many holes were left in his knowledge, so many questions he needed answers too. He had no clue what was going on, where they were, even who they were seeing. All he knew is that a feeling of dread settled in his stomach as he realized there was much more to the world than what he had known. Now he wasn't even sure what the girl who was sitting next to him was.

His mind was still reeling when the screams started. They ricocheted through his body and brain, imprinting themselves into his subconscious. They took his breath away. Josh was right, he wasn't ready.