Chapter two
Disclaimer I do not own the lost boys L but I do own Ali J
Dwayne's eyes shot open as he felt the last rays of sun set into the ocean, as he jumped down from his perch he felt his brothers also waking up for their night of fun and feeding. Dwayne smirked as he pulled his leather jacket over his full taunt muscles, he knew tonight was going to be perticully fun; he could feel the fear his was going to cause some poor girl surging through his veins. Ever since that night back in '87 where they had been 'killed' the boys had become violent and sadistic in their hunting, as it turns out the Frog brothers hadn't been as great of vampire hunters as they thought they were. They had forgotten the most important rule, the only way to make sure the vampire wasn't gonna come back was to burn the corpse, if you didn't then the vampire could pull its self back together. The process was rather painful and Dwayne never wanted to experience it again but nonetheless it worked, all four of the Lost Boys were back.
The Frog brothers on the other hand would never see another day, neither would Michael or Star, David had made sure of that. And wasn't that a beautiful sight watching that old house burn to the ground, every time Dwayne thought about it he still laughed, hearing them scream as the house burnt down around them as well as themselves still gave Dwayne the chills.
Dwayne left the sleeping quarters and descended down the old stone staircase into the main room of the cave. As he stomped into the room Marko turned to him and called, " hey Dwayne any idea of what ya wanna feed on tonight, if it's a girl you might wanna try getting laid too, maybe it will get rid of your piss pore attitude." Marko, Paul and David all laughed pissing Dwayne off; he spun around to Marko with inhuman speed and held him up to the cave wall by his throat growling, "Mind your own fucking business Asshole!" David jumped in pulling Dwayne off of Marko and with glowing eyes and exposed fangs spat, "knock it off…. Both of you… I'm fucking tired of all this bullshit.. Marko you know that kinda shit pisses Dwayne off… and Dwayne stop being so fucking sensitive, for the last eight years you've been so pissy its getting to be fucking ridiculous, maybe Marko's right you do need laid, its time to go…. Let's ride." The boys spead off into the night, heading for the boardwalk, to David the matter was settled and since Max was dead from descending into the fire place Dwayne knew better then to start it back up, he was still pissed yea but that would go away with the screams of his next victim.
Ali stood on the boardwalk watching the sun set over the ocean. She sighed thinking back on her last couple of hours she walked along the ocean water allowing the crisp Pacific to graze at her ankles, browsed through several stores and rode the carousal, when she had been younger her mother had often brought her to the boardwalk and every time Ali would beg her to ride on the carisoul with her, it had always been her favorite and for those few minutes today she had almost felt her mother riding with her. Ali shook that feeling away, " mom's dead," she thought , "and nothing I do or feel is going to bring her back, so stop being so ridiculous about a stupid baby ride." Ali walked slowly down the board walk, grabbed a slice of pizza and a coke at Mauro's her favorite pizza shop. After eating Ali glanced up at the clock on the wall, " 8:03, fifty-seven minutes left to go Ali girl, better get a move on it," Ali thought to her self.
Ali rose from her table and left Mauro's, she turned down the boardwalk heading for her car lost in thought and not looking where she was going, she barely glanced up when she walked into the chest of a stranger, muttering sorry she began to make her way around the tall oak of a man when she felt him grab her arm, pulling her back around he growled, "where do you think your going in such a hurry, little one?" Ali slowly looked up to meeting the angry chocolate brown eyes of a beautiful stranger with her green ones and spat, "what the hell does it matter to you."
Dwayne was walking down the boardwalk hunting for prey when a pretty redheaded girl walked into him. How easy was this the prey was coming to him, normally most people on the boardwalk avoided him and the other boys,they scared them. And to think the nerve of his pretty little prey trying to walk away only muttering her apologies, he was going to have none of that, so he stopped her, reaching around he grabbed her by the arm not hard enough to hurt her, that would come later, but hard enough to get her attention. Looking at her in the eyes he growled, "where do you think your going in such a hurry little one?" His prey looked up meeting his eyes with her striking green ones and literally spat, "what the hell does it mater to you?" he always liked them feisty made the end result all the more satisfying, hearing them scream for help, when he knew help would never come. "It matters, because I want to know," he replied with a smirk. His prey glared at him, "does it look like I care what you want," she pulled her arm away, "now if it's all the same to you, I have plans for this evening." Dwayne watched as his prey stepped away from him and began walking across the boardwalk and to a little green car, Dwayne presumed was hers, he turned and mounted his bike, pulling out ever so slowly smiling to himself he muttered, "by the end of tonight doll face you will care about what I want." And with that he began following her toward the road that leads to Hudson's Bluff.
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