Blood Bound Hearts (A Lost Boys Fanfiction)

Chapter One; Surfer Nazis

Warning. This chapter contains mentions Self Harm, Trans/Homophobia, and Physical Assault. Read at your own risk.

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The sun was setting on the boardwalk. Young children were leaving with their parents to go home for the night, while teenagers and adults looking to party were quickly taking their places. The sound of music and laughter quickly filled the night air.

Justin was making his way down the boardwalk, looking at the comic book that Sam had given him just the night before. He was going to find Sam and give him some money for the comic since he had accidentally gotten some of his blood on the pages earlier that day. He was hoping that Sam doesn't bother asking about how the blood even got on it.

Justin glanced around, looking out for Sam. He let out a deep sigh and heads between some stores where the dumpsters are located. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights on up, taking a long drag of the cancer stick in his hand. He started smoking when he was 15, stealing some from his mom and aunt whenever he possibly could. Of course, one day his dad found out and wasn't very happy about it.

Justin was knocked out of his thoughts when his cigarette was pulled from his hand and was replaced with a beer. He gave a confused look to the person who gave it to him.

"What's a girl like you doing around these parts? Looking for some fun maybe?" The words came from a surfer nazi. The assholes who take claim of the beach all the time.

"... You must be confused. I'm not a girl buddy." Justin sneered a little bit, trying not to snap and attack the teenager. He doesn't feel like going to jail tonight.

The surfer nazi laughs before noticing Justin's serious face. "Oh shit. You're serious. Well, it seems like we have something better to do." He lets out a deep chuckle before pushing Justin against the wall. "Hey boys! We got ourselves a faggot over here!"

Some guys got up from their spots by the water and ran over after hearing what is assumed to be their leader, calling for them. It was now 7 against 1. Justin does not like those odds at all.

"Look man. I'm just looking for someone alright? Leave me alone." He shoves the surfer away from him, pulling his jacket up over his shoulders, feeling exposed all of a sudden. The stares of all 7 men was enough to make a grown man cry.

The surfer did not like being pushed one bit. He reeled his fist back and took a swing at Justin, landing a left hook across his cheek. This sent Justin to the wooden ground, groaning. "Alrighty boys. Let's have a little fun with it." 2 of the boys grab Justin by the arms and pull him up off the ground, where the leader sends yet another left hook.

"Hey!" A voice calls out from the boardwalk. The boys all look up from Justin, dropping him. "Step away from him, now!"

"Or what, asshole?" The leader slowly walks towards the owner of the voice before suddenly being struck down by the stranger. The others quickly drop Justin and make a run for it. The stranger slowly approaches the male on the ground before holding out a hand.

"Need a hand?" Justin looks up at the man and nods, gently taking his hand and being helped to his feet.

"Thank you." Was all that could leave the male's mouth. He looked closely at his savior, noticing eyes that look similar to Sam's. The only difference is his brown wavy hair and handsome features. "You... Wouldn't happen to be Micheal, right? Sam's older brother?"

"Yes. That would be me. Sam mentioned you this morning. I assume you must be Justin. Sam is at the comic book store. I can take you there if you would like." His demeanor was odd to say the least. He stared at Justin like he was food more than a person. It put Justin on edge a little bit.

"Um... Yeah. If it isn't too much to ask, that is." Justin tried to avoid any and all eye contact, not liking the way he was being looked at.

Michael lead Justin to a motorcycle, hopping on the front and looking at the red head. "Come on. I don't got all night." His words made Justin jump a bit, before quickly climbing onto the back. He has never been on a motorcycle and was hoping he would never have to.

Michael grabed the boys arms and wraps them around his own waist. He grunts softly, satisfied with Justin's safety. The motorcycle then roared to life and they took off down the boardwalk, racing past surfer nazis, drunk teens, slutty women, and the like. It didn't take long for them to stop outside of the boardwalks very own comic book store.

"Sam should be inside, talking to his friends." The teen watched as Justin hopped off the bike, before riding away quickly. Sam must have heard the bike's engine because he came running out of the store. He paused as he saw Justin, with a bruised cheek and holding the comic book.

"Yo man, what the hell happened to you?" He quickly walked Justin inside the store, 2 boys dressed in adventure attire watching from the shelves. "Did you get in a fight?"

"Sorta, man. These surfer nazis came outta nowhere and beat the fuck outta me. Your brother helped me."

"Got saved by a blood sucker. You must be one of them as well!" One of the boys yelled from the other side of the shelf. Sam shot the boy with a look of 'shut up' real quick. "I'm just saying!"

"I'm not some vampire kid, I'm just a person tryna live their life. Sam's brother just happens to have been there at the right time. Oh. Sam. I wanted to give you some money for the comic book. I accidentally got it messed up this morning." The red headed boy held out a $20 bill for the blonde to take.

Sam shook his head and pushed his hand away. "No need. You can keep it. This store has many copies." Sam looks over at the brothers then back at Justin. "These are my friends. Edgar and Alan Frog. Guys, this is Justin. He is new to Santa Carla."

The brothers just stare at the red headed male, almost as if they didn't trust him at all. Justin just groaned and showed his teeth, and how they are perfectly normal. This eased the brothers' minds. "Sup. Nice to meet ya." Said who the male assumed was Edgar. "Welcome to our vampire free shelter." Alan stated. "Feel free to look around. Maybe get yourself a comic book while you're at it."

"Yeah, I don't read comics. Thank you though." Justin mentally rolled his eyes at the boys, unimpressed at their greeting. "Imma head out anyways. Wanted to get a better look at the boardwalk. Maybe even get into some trouble while I'm at it."

"Let me come with you! I can show you the best places to visit. Take it as an apology for how the surfer nazi's treated you. That's not how everyone on the boardwalk is."

"Hmm..." Justin thinks on the thought for a moment before giving a smirk. "Sure thing~ Only if you buy me a burger."

"Deal!"

Sam and Justin shake hands firmly, both smiling at eachother. Thus began, the start of an inevitable bloodshed.

[Word Count: 1273 Words]
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