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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"What?!"
David shook his head. He couldn't believe this.
"It's right here. In black and white." Dwayne pointed down at the pair of dice on the cave floor, sitting in the crudely drawn circle in the dirt. Paul was jumping around like an idiot and Marko was cheering him on.
David squinted, leaning over the dice. Paul was swinging from the broken chandelier. "Oh my god. Why did I ever agree to this?!"
Dwayne smirked. "Because your ego is huge and you insist you'll never lose."
"Shut. Up."
Paul cleared his throat loudly. "My first act as Presidente ..."
"Oh hell no!" David waved his arms, trying to shut Paul up. "I demand a do-over!"
"He won fair and square!" Marko protested.
"Shut up Marko!"
"Marko's right. 'Who ever rolled the highest number wins'. Paul rolled twelve. Two sixes. He gets to be leader for the night."
David crossed his arms over his chest in a sulk. "Not tonight. He can have tomorrow."
"That's just prolonging your agony." Dwayne grinned.
"No. Not tonight. I'm still leader, god damn it." David was in full pout mode. Dwayne rolled his eyes. Paul stopped swinging long enough to pay attention. "Tomorrow night, sun down. Paul can take...charge then. Ground rules must be laid down least he order something absolutely dumb and gets us killed."
"Party-pooper." Paul muttered. David shot him a glare. Paul hopped down from the chandelier and stuck out a hand. "Shake on it."
David looked at Paul, then Paul's hand. "What?"
"Shake on it! Recognize that I won, fair and square!" David glared harder, looking wildly at Marko and Dwayne. Dwayne shrugged.
"Oh hell." David snarled, shaking Paul's hand and nearly wrenching his arm out of its socket. With that, David stormed off to his room. "I'll write up the rules."
When he was gone, Dwayne high-fived Paul. "I told you, he'd never ever guess the dice were loaded!"
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At sunset the following evening, three of the four vampires gathered in the main chamber.
David was pacing round and round the broken fountain, a piece of paper clutched in his gloved hand. "Where the hell is he?"
Marko smirked, glancing at Dwayne. "Oh, he just wants to be fashionably late, make a grand entrance." David shook his head and snarled a few curse words.
Someone made a noise from the side entry. Paul cleared his throat, again. "Oh!" Marko grinned and pulled two kazoos from his jacket pocket, tossing one to Dwayne. Far from being in sync, they blew on them to make a facsimile of a trumpeting noise. It didn't produce a proper effect but it was perfect for Paul...
