The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)

Good Girls Go Bad - part 1

Enjoy I guess.

She walked along the boardwalk, eager to see her brother who agreed to meet her there. The cashmere sweater she wore kept her warm in the late October wind as the seasons fell into winter, slowly.

The Santa Carla Boardwalk was nothing like the pictures she saw on television, advertising screenings for various horror films.

Ever since he'd texted her about being alive still, she wanted to meet him and not care about the consequences.

He hid in the shadows, chocolate brown eyes finding hers. He wasn't expecting her to look so pure and fresh, but instead like the typical seventeen-year-old teenager.

"What?" Her voice was high-pitched out of fear. "I'm not as chubby as I used to be."

Three others appeared behind her, blocking her only way out.

"You shouldn't have come, princess." He said, calling her by the name he made up for her as kids.

"You have no right to call me that." She seethed, uncontrollable anger ripping through her. She gritted her teeth and turned her face to the sky, evading their looks. She didn't know where this feeling came from, but she was eager to control it, harness the power. "You lost that privilege when you left Mom and I for dead." She launched herself forward, toward her brother's face, eager to rip him apart.

"Woah, little sis. Let me explain." He put his arms up in surrender as the three boys moved in on her. "I left because I had to. Our parents....they said you were special. I had to keep you hidden, away from the human world. You didn't belong. So I left so no one else would find out about you and I'm sorry. But now is the time to catch up."

"T-there's something different about you." She purses her lips and eyed the boys corralling her. "Now I see it. The jacket, haircut, the fact you now love the night....you're a v-" she was cut off by a bag being tied around her head. "Let me go!" She thrashed around, trying to get in a hit.

"Knock her out and let's go." He ordered.

Suddenly she fell unconscious, her vision fading.

"You said 'knock her out'!" Paul shouted. "So I did."

"But you probably smashed her head open, Paul." David sighed. "Goddamit. Get her on the bikes and let's get home."

Marko picked her limp body up bridal style to the bikes and loosened the noose tightened around her in attempt of keeping her quiet.