Just Run (Marko: The Lost Boys)

013: Monroe and Herrick

The next night I felt reborn. Sure it was like having a terrible hangover, but the feeling of renewal was thriving in my slowly beating heart. The boys had explained everything to me and shortly went to sleep after I drank from the bottle. My throat felt dry, almost to tight to swallow but somehow I made it through the night without killing anyone or anything.

My head was throbbing, almost like I had a hazy heartbeat in my cranium, making my eyes ache from looking at the fire-barrels.
It was already night but the boys were still asleep, as well as Star and Laddie. Instead of waking them up, I jotted down a little note stating that I would be at the boardwalk. I needed to talk and Edgar and Alan, praying that they had cooled down after our little spat.

Eventually, I brought myself to borrow some of Star's clothes, choosing some of the darkest things she had. I had on a dark midnight colored skirt, one covered in white specs that appeared like stars, as well as a black crop top that went well with the skirt itself.

I did my hair and makeup before exiting the grotto. I felt cool, more powerful than I did hours ago. I could see why Star lived for her gypsy apparel, noticing how fucking comfortable they were. Maybe that could be the 'lost girl' thing. We all dress like sexy-ass gypsy's.
I was eager to have more girls in our group, knowing at one point in time all the boys would find their mates. That means Paul, Dwayne, and David would have women of their own joining our little battalion. We could own the boardwalk as if we don't already.

That would be terrifying! Terrifyingly awesome!

Well, for us that is. Not so fortunate for human society since they're going to be our food source.

It didn't take long before I made it back to the boardwalk, noticing how people reacted to me differently as I walked past. Everyone moved aside as I came through, and that's when I heard it.

" That's Marko's girl."

" She's the one that hangs with the Lost boys."

" She looks like one of them."

" Marko's the baby right?"

" Yeah, the fucking crazy blonde who always picks fights with the surfer Nazi's."

" What happened to her?"

" No way! Is that Davina Frog!"

" That can't be!

" Don't the Frogs hate the lost boys?"

I could hear everyone talking as if they were right beside me, but I ignored it. I found myself smirking at their words and holding my head a bit higher. I was proud that Marko was my mate.

I found myself arriving at the comic shop after a few minutes, watching timidly as Edgar and Alan put away comics on there designated racks.

They hadn't noticed me yet.

I smiled. They were always clueless boys, never noticing when I was or wasn't around.

" Are you guys still mad at me?"

Their heads snapped up, stiffening as they caught sight of my appearance.
" What are you wearing," Edgar asked gruffly. No doubt in my mind signaling that he was still pissed.

" Stars clothes," I replied, dropping my previous question.

" Why are you here Davina," Alan asked, not even lifting his head as he counted money from behind the cash register.

I crossed my arms, " I wanted to see you guys. I mean I'm your baby sis-"

" No. Tadpole was our baby sister. This-" Alan gestured to my outfit, " This is not my sister. No bloodsucker is ever going to be apart of my family. If you want a family, go see your precious little bloodsuckers." He spat, finally bringing his eyes to meet me.

I sighed and took and took a deep breath, " You were right. They are vampires. But at least they didn't kick me from my home. At least Paul doesn't judge me for getting high time to time. At least I can sit with Dwayne and not get judged for being too quiet. At least I can have a civilized talk with David and not get yelled at for being too dark. At least Marko loves and respects my decisions, even going as far as buying me every stuffed animal I looked at with heart eyes. All you've guys have done since I've been home is work-work-work! My first night back in town you forgot about me at a Chinese restaurant! That's how I met the boys! So don't yell at me about loving a bloodsucker when you can't even love your own sister!" I lectured, " EVERYTHING I DID I DID FOR YOU GUYS! I WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL AND GRADUATED EARLY BECAUSE I WANTED YOU TWO TO BE HAPPY AND PROUD OF ME! So yeah, fuck ya'll!" I finished.

" Why aren't you guys ever here for me?" I asked, getting teary-eyed.

As the words left my mouth I was sucked into a dream-like state.

" Edgar? Alan? Bubby, where are we going?" I asked, holding the side of my neck which was covered in now dried blood. I couldn't have been older than six...
We were walking through a cherry blossom grove, one that I recognized as the Santa Carla Crescent Moon Reservation.

" We're going to see Auntie Monroe and Saria..."

Suddenly I gasped. Feeling my lungs fill with air.

" Monroe," I whispered.

" What?" Alan asked in surprise.

I shook my head. " Nothing. Don't ask me questions. People might actually think you care." I said spitefully. 

I didn't cry. I've cried too much over those assholes. But sadly they were still my big brothers, and I'd love them no matter what.

Who was Monroe???

Edgar Pov:

I watched as Davina ran out of the shop and I crossed my arms.

" Do you think she knows?" I asked.

Alan shook his head, " No. Did you see her eyes? I think she's starting to remember December 6th...maybe we should call Saria and Amber ya'know. Give them a heads up." He said.

I nodded, " Yeah. Dial her up on the receiver." I said, suggesting we did something.

Alan committed, quickly putting the needed number on the dial.

It picked up after the first ring.

" You've reached Amber Monroe and Saria Herrick's witch reservation, how may we assist you?"

Sorry, it took so long to publish! Love y'all an comment what you think is going to happen between Davina and these two new characters.
Byeee💜🖤
-Lyric Coleman