The Lost Boys (1987) Works

Killing The Killers

i just want my revenge / haha stabby stab stab / i guess its more biting but yk / precognitive dreams / basically dreams that come true / i kinda hate the frog brothers / hopefully i made the dream sequence suspenseful / you're full vampire / you're dating the lost boys / this takes place a few more months before the original stuff / violence / lots of repetition / dark / murder / somebody please count the amount of times i repeat stuff

You were standing outside the cave, the sea lapping at the shore from behind you, the hot summer sun glaring down... the sun... you hadn't seen it in ages... how long has it been? Two months? Three?

You blinked.

The scene changed.

You were standing in the room where the boys slept, the cold cave walls surrounding you. You'd only been here once, when David first offered you their more vampiristic way of sleeping...

You saw them hanging upside down, their hair looking a bit funny as it tumbled off their shoulders. They looked peaceful... unexpecting...

You blinked.

Now three teen boys stood in the room with you. Two beside you, one on a make-shift ladder... a wooden stake in his hand...

He looked familiar... was he one of those boys from that comic book store?

He spoke. His voice was a bit deep for his age... "Night, bloodsucker."

He drove the stake through Marko's chest.

You screamed. No sound left your lips...

Marko fell... he was in pain...

You screamed.

Blood gushed from the wound... he was in pain...

The others awoke...

White cropped top turned red... he was in pain...

You screamed.

You woke in a cold sweat. Your orange eyes darted across the dark room. You were ready to pounce, to sink your sharp teeth into soft skin...

But no threat showed.

You sighed, falling back into the blankets, melting back to a more human form. You knew that was another one of those dreams... the ones that come true...

You thought over the dream, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks...

That comic book boy... what was his name... him and his brother... the store was in an alleyway in the town... you remembered passing by it one time... they gave you and your boys odd glances... like they knew what you were...

You pushed back the sheets. You wiped your wet cheeks with your hands. You began to get ready for the night. Black against black...

You walked out to the lobby. Your footfalls echoed gently throughout the cave. Soft shafts of moonlight spilt in through the cracks in the ceiling... it seemed the sun had just recently set.

You cast a glance in the direction of where your boys slept... the anger bubbled up in your chest... you clenched and unclenched your fists... your fingernails digging into your flesh... Marko... he'd be in pain... all of them would be in pain...

You strolled to the mouth of the cave. The crescent moon lit up the inky black sky. The sea was lapping at the shore in front of you...

You took off, now used to the feeling of flying. The wind blew against your skin...

A window was open...

Your feet hit the floor...

A living room... the scent of stale smoke... a lamp the only source of light...

You walked up the stairs...

The soft creak of a door... a bedroom... a teen boy asleep... comics on the ground...

The other boy... was he one of the two who was standing beside you in the dream? He looked peaceful... unexpecting...

You gently pushed back the sheets... his neck was exposed...

You leaned down... your orange eyes aflame with anger... you hoped these boys would feel the same pain they would have caused you and your boys...

You never really liked taking innocent victims... but these two deserved it.

You clasped a hand over his mouth. You sank your teeth into his soft skin. He awoke. You drank. He struggled. White bed sheets turned red. You dragged sharp fingernails against his throat. He struggled. You drank.

The door was thrown open as the body grew limp in your arms.

The boy who killed Marko...

He yelled... a wooden stake in his hand...

Anger bubbled up inside your chest...

You flew at him...

He tried to stab you...

You bit his neck...

He struggled...

You pulled back, clasping your hands on either side of his head. You twisted... a comforting snap... a limp body... you drank...

You let his body hit the floor. You smiled, blood dripping off your teeth. You licked the sweet red liquid off your lips. Your boys would be safe now.

They were safe now.