FINISHED AND COMPLEATED Santa Carla is a city that devours the lost-a place where neon and ocean fog hide monsters with fanged grins and leather jackets. Innocence here isn't just prey; it's bait. She's nineteen, a psychology student fleeing a suffocatingly religious home, more at ease with books and girls than the chaos of boys. She's awkward and anxious, hiding her curves and wild red hair beneath baggy hoodies, a sweet soul with a stubborn streak. She's never had a boyfriend-never wanted one. Boys are loud, brash, dangerous. She's always kept her distance. But Santa Carla has other appetites. And so does he. David is every warning ever whispered at Sunday school: platinum hair, leather and smoke, a villain's eyes and a devil's smile. He's everything she fears: When their worlds collide-her stumbling, blushing, apologizing; him amused, predatory, intrigued by a girl who should know better-the night itself sharpens its teeth. There's something in her that calls to David, a purity he aches to corrupt, a sweetness he aches to taste. In Santa Carla, desire is deadly and monsters always find their prey. Some call it the murder capital of the world. Here, even the sweetest blood can drive a vampire mad.

An old story that I rewrote || Jess moved to Santa Carla to finally see her boyfriend. But he didn't exactly turn out to be boyfriend material. So what happens when her and a certain curly haired vampire fall for each other? Read and find out...

Portia, a human girl, grows homesick and flees back to Santa Carla to escape an abusive relationship with her boyfriend, only for him to find her anyway. With the help of a certain vampire, she gets the revenge she's been wanting. This is a Lost Boys fanfic! However, this is a: Marko X OC

*COMPLETE* One minor change could mean life or death. Some spared, some altered, and some are even to end. Marko won't know what hit him when he meets Samantha; a human. **HIGHEST RANKING: #1 THE LOST BOYS 9/2019**

"Turn on the night, yeah, I wanna feel this feeling getting stronger" - KISS Madeline Thompson was a teen mom. Her and her son, Laddie, traveled around the states in their trusty van. Everything was going fine til they got to Santa Carla. And the attention of four mysterious bikers. A polyamorous character and Lost Boys fanfic. Will feature single mother OC, smutty times, graphic violence, blood, and copious amounts of angst. *~ LADDIE'S BACKSTORY!! BUT FOCUSES ON THE MOM~* [Poly!LostBoys x Fem!OC] 🥈#tlb 🥉#tlb

Aurelia's green eyes scanned the boardwalk as she lifted her bag higher onto her shoulder. Her red hair glowed in the light from the Ferris Wheel and it caught the attention of a dark haired young man leaning against his motorcycle. His eyes drank in her form as he felt his dead heart cry out for the woman before him. His hand reached out to tap his brother's arm and pointed in her direction. David turned and froze as he too drank in the beautiful woman who hadn't noticed their attention. "Paul. Marko. Leave them." He hissed without having to look to see his other brothers openly teasing the needy human girls. "What? Why?' Paul whined and rolled his eyes at David. "It's her." Dwayne growled at his brothers, offended they dared to question. Marko and Paul both turned to look and instantly shoved the girls away from them, their attention now only on the red haired woman. She was now looking at a map in her hands and tilting her head to the side. David groaned as he watched her bite her lip in thought. Dwayne took in an unneeded breath as he watched her shuffle her feet and he watched her legs. Paul's eyes were fixated on her unruly red curls. Marko found himself licking his lips as she reached up to move her hair and unknowingly flashed her beautiful pale neck to him. Aurelia had caught the attention of four very dangerous creatures and she didn't even know it. She was now their prey... But not in the way you would think.