Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys.
AN: Another Lost Boys fiction.
Chapter 3
The flashlight light bounced around the cave as Sam and the rest began to look around. Nothing looked to be out of place. Just the natural run of time seemed to have occurred. There was some erosion and nature were creeping into the cave. Pigeons were roosting and bats fluttered around. Broken beer bottles and trash still littered the cave floor that had been there when The Lost Boys inhabited the old hotel ruins.
"You know where we need to go next." Alan groused.
Ed nodded and looked over to Sam and Zoey. Sam nodded and they all left the cave.
They sped through the backroads heading for the dilapidated seaside home of Max. Well, it used to be Max's before he exploded into smithereens on account of Grandpa Hughes and Mike. After the events of that summer night Grandpa had purchased Max's property. They were going to use it to bury the remains of the Santa Carla vampires. What remains they could anyways. David and Marko were the only ones that were left in full body form. That had been a mistake to bury them whole.
The jeep pulled into the once immaculate, now overgrown yard. The fence had fallen, and house was being overtaken with vines. It still stood strong even after all the years. They quickly went into the home with shovels, pickaxes and sledgehammers. Zoey had lanterns and flashlights. They lit them all and descended the stairs to the dark basement where they had buried and then cemented the floor. The smell that greeted them was a shock and then the sight. There in the basement, the concrete floor was busted up and there were bodies that lay strewn about, in different stages of decomposition. It had been years since they had been to this place, and they now knew that had been a very bad idea.
"Help me!" sounded from the other side of the basement.
With a jerk of the flashlight, they looked into the upside-down face of a young woman. She had blood dribbling down her face and to her hair line. There hunched over her was a man. No. It was none other than the wild and crazy haired Lost Boy, Paul. His hand reached up and suddenly snapped her neck and tossed her lifeless body down. Another shadow moved and came into the light. It was Dwayne. They looked them over and realized that they were incomplete. Their bodies were missing parts of themselves. If memory served Sam, these two were the ones that had gone down in pieces. Paul had been melted by the garlic holy water bath and Dwayne had been electrocuted and blown apart.
"Well, well, well." a voice said from behind them.
They turned quickly to the voice; Marko, the one Edgar had staked, was there holding two more incapacitated women. He dropped them by his booted feet and sneered at the ones who had killed them.
"Little Sammy all grown up. Frogs and what's this? Little werewolf lady." He said to them with a feral grin at Zoey.
"How're you here?" Edgar sneered pulling Zoey closer to him.
"That's my story to tell." David's voice came through.
"David!" Sam said with slight fear.
"Hello Sammy." David said with a feral snarl, "Mikey failed to kill me the last time. When you're as old as me, you learn some very valuable tricks. I watched and waited as I regained my strength. It took years. A few promises that I fulfilled to some spectacular ladies of the occult and here we are. Slowly my brothers have been regaining themselves. Without Max here to wrangle us in, we can do whatever we please."
Edgar fired a shot from his stake launcher. David did not even blink. The stake made contact and David just pulled it right out like it was just an annoying little splinter.
"Naughty little Frog. Alas I have nothing I need from you. While you Sammy. We have some business to discuss. Brother's you may have the rest. My little bride would be so upset if I devoured her father." David said.
The other Lost Boys launched themselves at the Frogs and Zoey. They fought back valiantly but in the end were overwhelmed by the resurrected vampires. Sam had watched helplessly from David's clutches as Edgar, Alan, and Zoey were broken and consumed quickly by their enemy. David watched, holding Sam by the neck. Then just as it finished, he broke Sam's neck. He didn't kill him, but he paralyzed him, placing him into a deep coma. Josie would not forgive him if he killed her father. So, for now he would leave her in the capable hands of her uncle and aunt. When the time was right, he would return to her life. As of now, he was making a stop at dropping Sam off at the hospital and then paying a visit to Becks family. He was going to persuade them to move to Luna Bay. Josie couldn't lose her best friend too.
Everything was just starting to fall into place. Just the way that he wanted it to. It was just a matter of time.
AN: Another finished.