This collection contains nine short stories that are set in the fantasy reality of The Lost Boys film universe. The tenth story is my humorous and sarcastic reaction to the horrible piece of crap sequel that didn't need to be made.
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"All Hail...
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It wasn't hard to find their room – through the window I could make out tiny twinkle lights covering the ceiling. That, and the walls were a literal shrine to Rambo movies, comic book characters and Chuck Norris. Every inch was wallpapered in posters and pictures, clippings from magazines and newspapers.
The overhang of the roof was slight, so I landed and knelt, leaning upside down in front of the window. Sighing, I remembered they'd insisted on a secret knock . Two rapid taps. Three taps to finish. I heard the window lock grind as it was undone, and the pane of glass opened outward. I slid off the roof and glided into the room.
"Did anyone see you?" Edgar had been hitting the garlic. His breath reeked, the smell hitting me in the face. He had a cross in his vest pocket and a stake in his hands as he stood behind me.
"No." I growled. A light touch for me was heavy to a mortal so I easily knocked the stake from his hands. "Quit being a moron."
"It's protection, man!" Edgar growled back, fumbling for any other charm or weapon that might stop me in my tracks.
I rolled my eyes and smirked. "If I wanted you dead, you'd already be six feet down. Instead, I offered you a deal."
Edgar looked at Alan. Alan wore a blank expression. He wasn't down with this whole idea and I knew it. But Edgar was the brawn in this two-some and I knew what buttons to push.
"Look, boys." I dropped my tone, kicking in a bit of neutrality I knew would ease them off the hair trigger. "I offered, you accepted. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less. You can walk away at any time." I smiled. My most charming smile I could muster, it came with ease. They weren't going to walk away.
"Edgar..." Alan grunted. "I don't like this. Working with one of... one of them..."
Edgar sighed in exasperation. "Bro, we need the money! Without the money we can't make the rent and we're already behind."
"Dad will find the money!"
I waited, watching the Frog brothers argue. No need to force the issue. Patience is a virtue of mine.
Edgar crossed the room to his brother, laying his hand on Alan's shoulder. "Dude, he won't. There's not enough time. It's our time, our chance to start providing and be the bread winners in this family!"
Alan didn't looked convinced what so ever. He eyed me, a dark sneer on his face, upper lip curled in disgust. I kept my smile in place. He turned back to Edgar, placing his hand on his brother's shoulder in the matching gesture.
"Only this once. Never again." Edgar nodded tightly. Alan turned back to me. "And if you ever try this again, I'll stake your ass so fast..."
"No worries. I won't ever be offering this kind of a deal again. It's a one time thing." I held up my hands, making an effort to restore the negotiations at hand. "Our mutual disgust of one another is still fully intact. You both make my skin crawl."
