The Lost Boys Imagines

Welcome To The Jungle.

Requested by DuffMcBaban

Belle's POV :

A cold rush of air and a flash of dark red and black was all that most people saw as they drove down the highway headed towards Santa Carla. If my mother hadn't been so adamant that I wore a helmet when I set off then a touch of purple would be added to the blur of colors that other drivers saw as I passed them by. I'm Belle, and my trusty 1985 Kawasaki 1100 LTD or, Axl as I called him, were on our way to our new home. I had lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma for most of my life and I gotta say, it was a pretty boring town. Sure you had a zoo and a few museums but there was no Rock culture! Only one radio station ever played rock music and that was a rare occasion in itself, so hopefully Santa Carla will be different. They say California is the place for dreamers and I'd like to classify myself as one, so to say I'm hopeful is an understatement.

An hour or two has passed and finally, there it was. Santa Carla in all of its glory. The first thing to catch my eye was a large Ferris wheel. Ferris wheels usually meant food stands, and food stands mean food which is always appreciated after a long drive and I guess this is as good a place as any to start exploring a new town, maybe even scope out for a bookstore or something of the sort. Slowing down, I pulled into what I assumed was the parking lot and removed my helmet. Bringing a hand up to my short, purple hair I gingerly ruffled it to remove the flatness caused by the helmet.

Sure most girls had long hair that would cost hundreds just to take care of, but I liked my pixie cut. I could feel more of the wind when riding, it was a lot easier to care for, plus it looked cute. My legs felt numb, if it wasn't for the leather of my pants clinging to them I'd be convinced that they weren't even attached to me anymore. A blue tin sign had yellow letters that boldly spelled out 'Boardwalk'.

It felt weird to be wandering around the Boardwalk, not because it was crowded and the people looked completely foreign, but because my legs felt like pins and needles with each step I took which meant that I had to walk a bit slower than I usually would. There were certainly a number of different cultures here just walking around. Everything from gypsies, rockers, punks and surfers who look like they've drunk enough for six or more people, kind of shocking they could even stand actually. A few stands were set up along the main walkway consisting of games and simple scams to try and earn a few bucks, poor tourists must be too high on the adrenaline of being someplace new to register that they don't need to be painted in a wacky cartoon style to enjoy their vacation.

Sure you were new to the area as well but you had the rest of your life to be here and get scammed other, less obvious ways. Looking past the festival stands I found a few stores, most of them had neon open signs in their windows but only one managed to catch my attention. On the window, instead of an open sign, the words 'Frog Comics' were painted in red and the doors were wide open. A comic shop huh? Well, that's as close to a bookstore as I think I'm going to get.

Edgar POV :

I grunted quietly as I practically threw a box full of comics that had been destroyed by the surf-nazi's onto the top shelf. I get that mom and dad were constantly stoned off their asses but couldn't they at least buy a damned security system instead of having us watch the doors all the time? Strolling over to the counter I looked at how dead the store was, didn't look like anyone would be coming in till the Boardwalk lit up like usual. For whatever reason, those lights brought out two things. People with good taste, and Vampires. Nasty bloodsuckers. The worst part is that no one believes me and Alan when we try and tell them about the evil that's just outside those doors. Snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of the bell I looked up to see . . . wow. Whoever she was, my eyes wouldn't let me look away. She looked like she knew the layout of the store perfectly with how gracefully she moved around. Wait a minute, what the hell am I thinking? A new face pops in and I have a civic duty to tend to. Staring at her for just a little bit longer I managed to finally tear my eyes away only to see Alan staring me down from the back room. I could already hear his remarks as I made my way to him. "So, without getting off topic. Do you want to take this one or should I?" Leaning against the wall, arms folded across my chest I could see his lip turn up into a smirk. "Oh, I think you can have this one. Go get her tiger." He joked. Rolling my eyes I couldn't help but smile a bit, he knew me all too well.