inspired by The Lost Boys
The first day Sam and I waltzed into Santa Carla was the perfect recipe for disaster.
Michael ditched us to go and chase some girl with a hippy look in a crowd of drug users, alcoholics and possible kidnappers. Family values am I right?
Sam could sense the fear in my face, his hair flopping down as he reassures me with his smile, dragging me along to the arcades and the more colourful looking stores to figure out our situation. If you think o fit, we didn't know when he'd be back, if he was back but mom was in town too but she left us too to talk to this guy from the video store.
Before I knew it, Claudia Schiffer would bounce around the corner and Sam would be weak at the knees and leave me by myself without a first thought never mind a second! Luckily hose things didn't happen to people like us, people who'd moved from a great city to a surfers paradise for gross divorce reasons.
It was a real drag.
Speaking of drag, by my arm I was being hauled into a comic book store laughing way too loudly as Sam tickled me and we pushed each other until someone hushed us from afar.
Two figures came around the corner, sizing us up for our questionable fashion choices and that's how we made a night of it.
That's how I met Edgar and Alan Frog.
That's how I was in this vampire shitstorm and plotting with teenage boys just to make sure I saw the sunrise in the morning.
Fat chance!
We were sat on the ground, a coffee table stacked with weapons, holy water and garlic uniting us along with some war paint that was 'absolutely necessary' according to Edgar. Sam and I just looked at each other than at Alan who supported his brother all the way but always with furrowed brows...
"I think I should warn you all when a vampire bites it, it's never a pretty sight. No two bloodsuckers go the same way. Some yell and scream, some go quietly, some explode, some implode, but all will try to take you with them," Edgar states dramatically, looking at all of us one by one and lingering a little more under my fearful gaze.
My arm is linked with Sam and he eyes it for a brief second, resuming with the reality we were all facing. I was so scared, knowing only after we invaded their safe haven how much of a threat they could be. I had scarring up my leg from where a dark-haired one grabbed my leg, dragging me away with claws piercing my skin like a pin badge. Luckily Ed tried his best to pull me his way, determination littering his eyes and we stumbled away together.
I always recognised his hints, I'm sure he even thought Sam and I were dating when he first met us both.
Gross.
"Mom's gonna kill us," Sam gulps, actually concerned about mom coming in and finding Grandpa's house in a bloody gory mess other than our very own lives that were on the god damn line.
Thing's started to get a bit more personal in the conversation and all Al and I could do was scoot back and watch.
"Has the fact that Vampires will be bashing down your front door at any minute slipped your mind, Sam?" Edgar asks in disbelief, already knowing the answer but trying to keep a little faith in the blonde from Phoenix.
"I'm sorry that I'm trying to look at the bright side buddy. I'm thinking about my mom right now- our mom, because I'm hoping that I'll be able to see the woman again not that I have to fight a bloodsucker in 5 minutes," Sam bites back, the tone just slightly louder and fiercer than what Edgar's was.
"You're a pussy, you have family right there. Me and Al, we fight together and if one of us goes down there is no man left behind. If she gets attacked what will you do, call her name and think of mom? Real bitchin Sam."
I remember back to the cave, how Sam called out for me but was too frozen to will those nails out of my shins. Edgar ran over and Al followed, both trying to keep me alive despite knowing me for a week. I couldn't blame him though, fear does some crazy shit to people.
"Oh please Edgar, the only reason he was there is that you went," Sam threw his hand towards Alan making him flinch "and the only reason you went is that you love her!"
The shouting turned to silence. Suddenly Edgar Frog had no witty things to say and no comeback to throw in my brothers face. My face turned as red as Ed's and he looked at me with shame.
"Y/N I've only ever seen you in a friendly-"
"This is hardly the time Edgar Frog! Save it! I mean who's the real threat here, bloodsucking vampires or a loved up teen argument!" I interjected, putting everyone in their right place finally so that we could all move on and kill or be killed.
Even though my words were meaningful I was starting to believe the real threat here was the latter and those vampires coming through my grandpa's wooden door and wrecking his furniture would be the best outcome.
Stupid love.
Why did I have to like him back?
