Disclaimer: I don't own the Lost Boys. Zara, however, is copyright mine.
"So," said Marko. "Are you going to tell me what you were doing up here?"
"It's a long story," she said evasively. "I should be thanking you. For… helping me out, but I…I still don't have a clue who you are!"
Zara sat a few feet from the edge of the bluff, her chin resting on her bent knees, and her long skirt billowing around her. She looked ahead at the horizon. Beside her was Marko, legs crossed Indian-style, and leaning on one hand. He could not read her expression, the heavy fog and the night nearly obscuring her from view, except for a single ray of moonlight which fell on her face. Zara was unable or unwilling to look at him, and she was confused and afraid that she didn't know why. They sat in silence for several moments. In the stillness, the noises around them seemed to grow louder. Night owls hooted audible, and nocturnal creatures emerged from the stillness and seclusion of the shadows. In a crescendo, the waves broke upon the rocks.
"It's like a dream," she murmured.
"It's more than a dream," Marko thought. Aloud, he said: "What to you want to know?"
Zara turned; her eyebrows arced in surprise. "Huh? Oh, yes…" Marko's face broke into a grin. Zara eyed him skeptically, searching his eyes. At last she tore her gaze back to the dark ocean. "Everything Marko-I want to know everything."
"Everything? I can't tell you everything Zara."
"Will you tell me what you can?" Zara found herself staring earnestly at him. "If I could have something-anything…maybe I could understand why I feel so…so safe around him; but elsewhere…"
"Zara? Are you awake?
Zara Peters blinked her eyes and yawned as her mother went to her bedroom window, letting the sunlight stream into the room. Zara averted her eyes, squinting from the sudden brightness. She groaned and rolled over, burying herself with her blanket.
"Come on," her mother urged, tugging at the blanket that now seemed to be permanently sealed in Zara's grasp. "You've got a big day ahead of you. You only have one High School graduation."
"'Right Mom, I'm up," came Zara's muffled voice from the depths of her pillow.
"Oh no, I'm not falling for that one. Come on, your Dad is making you a good breakfast…Zara?"
"Zara?"
Zara blinked. The images in her mind disappeared as quickly as they had come and once again became only moments in her memory.
"Yes," Zara said. "Yes, I'm fine."
"So let me get this straight." Zara said, counting points off on her fingers. "Your name is Marko. You like Chinese food and the night life….wow. I really am impressed. You know, this would make a killer personal add. Shall we write one up for you?"
Marko smiled devilishly, and a chuckle escaped his lips. Zara, determined not to give a hint of amusement, pressed her lips firmly in a line. But the more she tried to suppress it, the more the laughter built inside, and out of no where came an outburst followed my a snort. Zara clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, and turned a bright, embarrassing shade of scarlet. Her amusing appearance only caused Marko to let out a hearty laugh. In response, Zara whacked him on the back of the head.
"Hey!" she cried, through broken laughter. "It's not funny! Alright, maybe it was a little funny, but- stop laughing! I swear, if you tell anyone…. Fine, if that's how you are going to be…" Zara stood up and formally shook his hand. "Marko, I thank you for your assistance, but I will be going now. It was a pleasure making your acquaintance." Then, she turned on her heals and began to walk away.
"Zara, wait."
She turned expectantly.
Marko smiled sardonically. "You're walking back to the boardwalk?"
"Didn't I walk here?" Zara rolled her eyes and continued on her way.
"I can give you a ride…," Marko said, reaching out and grabbing her shoulder, forcing her to face him. "….if you want," he added nonchalantly. Zara thought for a moment. "Alright," she finally said.
"Come on," Marko said.
He led her to a rickety staircase on the edge of the bluff. Aside from a few shrubs and trees, there appeared to me nothing else there.
"Do you have a car?" Zara asked in a confused voice.
"No," responded Marko, slightly obscured in front of her. "Why?"
"Well, I did assume that when you said ride…" She trailed off. They had neared a tree, and into view had come a motorcycle; Marko's motorcycle. "Oh no, I-ah…I couldn't. I've never- I'm not sure that those are entirely…safe. I don't mind walking…."
"Come on Zara," Marko said, grinning. Zara hesitated, and then slipped submissively behind him on the bike. "I'd hold on if I were you." Zara wrapped her arms around his waist, and braced herself.
They came to a halt at the edge of the boardwalk. Marko parked his bike.
Note: I hope you all liked. It is a little longer than my usual chapters, which I'm going to continue. Also, the next chapter should see less Zara, and more Marko with the guys. Please review.