Author's Note: So, honestly I'm a terrible person because I just started a new story and I am nowhere near being anywhere close to even halfway through with it and I wanted to start this. I LOVE the old Fright Night, a lot, but there are a lot of things about the remake that I love, too. For example: Colin Farrell and David Tennant.
David is an amazing actor who I've loved since he was in Harry Potter and then he was in Doctor Who and I was so happy. And Colin is a more recent attraction for me. So, here's my attempt at throwing an OC into the mix.

Also: I was gone for a week with no internet and then there was this hurricane nonsense here in the east coast (I hope everyone is okay, by the way!) and all I could do was write and NOT post anything. So let me know what you guys think of this... I've got five more chapters taking up space on my laptop lol.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fright Night, any of the characters except for my own, and any of the pop culture references that I will probably make through out the entirety of my story. I also don't own the title of this story, it's a lyric from the song Lost Boys by the 69 Eyes.

"Eugh," a voice groaned out, kicking the door of a beat up, black car shut with a black, heeled ankle bootie.

The black boot had skin tight black jeans tucked into it, leading up to a thin torso that was covered by a very loose fitting, long, plain gray sleeveless top. The arms that stuck out from the top were covered in a thin layer of sweat, due to the air conditioning in the old car breaking down halfway into town.

Unmistakably, as if the boots hadn't given the fact away, the figure that had kicked the car door shut was a female. She was tall, lean, and tan. Her arms and legs were very thin and her torso was like an hourglass. She had somewhat long, curly hair that was a deep brown and messy. Some red highlights were visible here and there.

Her tan face was half covered by large black sunglasses, but she had full red lips and high cheekbones placed on her oval shaped face. The glint of a small nose stud could be seen on the right side of her nose and as she tucked her hair behind her ear, giving a glance of her dark purple, sparkly nail polish, one would be able to see that she had three earrings in her left ear lobe and two on the cartilage.

She let out another sigh, adjusting the dark green, military style messenger bag on her shoulder as she clicked the button to lock her car as she made her way up the steps. She held a key in her hand, ready to put it in the lock before she noticed how shiny it was. She pursed her lips, realizing that they'd changed it.

Her hand made its way to knock on the door as she rolled her eyes; someone could have at least told her that they'd changed the locks. She'd only been gone a year.

After a moment, the door was swung open and a woman's voice flooded her ears, causing her to look up, "I already told you, we're very happy with our paper!"

The voice trailed off as the woman glanced at the girl in awe, "You…you're early!"

The teenager nearly smirked, "Well, I didn't stop last night," she looked away before looking back up at the older woman, "I missed you, mom."

The girl's mom smiled happily as she embraced the younger girl, "I missed you too, Evie," she whispered into her daughter's hair.

Mrs. Brewster took the bag off of her daughter's shoulder and ushered her into the house quickly, giving a small glare to the dumpster on the neighbor's lawn. She gave a tsk, shutting the door.

Her mom put the bag on one of the chairs in the living room before turning to Evie, "Would you like something to eat? You know, Charley's still in school, he should be home in like three hours."

"I'm fine, mommy," she glanced up at the older woman, "I ate breakfast with…" she trailed off, her face wincing as if she was in pain, "them."

Jane Brewster nodded, "Well, I've got to shower and get ready for work. Your room's exactly the same, so go right on up whenever you want."

Jane then made her way up the stairs before stopping at the top, glancing down at her daughter, "I'm really glad you decided to come home, Evelina. It hasn't been the same without you."

The two smiled sadly at one another before Jane turned back and went into the bathroom. Evie picked up her bag and made her way upstairs and into her old room, smiling sadly at everything she left behind a year ago.

She tossed her bag onto her window seat before throwing herself onto her bed and closing her eyes.

"Charley!" a voice shouted out angrily, "I told you to stop going into my room!" Evie was glaring at her twin with venom in her eyes, "And I especially told you to keep that freak out of there!"

"Ed's not a freak!" Charley was yelling back.

"What were you doing in there, huh?" she grabbed a hold of his shirt as she narrowed her eyes.

"I was just trying to figure out why you're leaving us!" he shoved his sister away from his body roughly. She fell back into the wall. "You're leaving us just like Dad did! You're just like him, Evelina!"

"I am not like him, Charles!" she snapped back, pushing herself off of the wall. "Dad offered to make it up to me and-"

"And you're going!" he shouted, getting into her face. "He offered to make it up to you! But what about us, Evie?" his voice softened, "You're leaving us for the man that left us all. You're being selfish, just like he was."

She was fuming with anger as she took a deep breath and put a smirk on, "Guess it's true that daddy always liked me better, Charley."

"Mom!" Evie's eyes snapped open at the familiar voice. "Whose car is out in the driveway?" No answer, "Mom!"

"What?" Jane cried out, trying to curl her hair.

"Whose car is that!" Charley was screaming out, up in the hallway now. He glanced into Evie's open doorway. He stopped short, "Evelina," he breathed out.

She sat up, the normal smirk nowhere on her face, "Charley," she nodded. The twins hadn't left on the best of terms. What had happened after she told her brother their father liked her better was something neither of them would forget. Charley had cried out in rage and attacked his younger sibling, throwing her into the wall and she had begun to claw at him with her fake nails.

It was one thing when the twins fought, but that time it had been brutal enough for their mother to even agree that Evelina moving away would be best. It was even so bad that Evelina hadn't had fake nails since that incident.

"I thought you were coming home tomorrow," he stepped towards her room, but didn't come inside.

"Yeah, well," she stood up, walking over to him, "Dad's fiancée had other plans," she stopped right in the doorway as well, locking eyes with her brother, "Guess it never mattered who he liked best," she whispered, looking away, "Cause he'll always pick someone else over us in the long run, eh, Charley?"

He smiled sadly at his sister, "Oh, Evie."

She launched herself through the doorway, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug, "I missed you, Charley Brewster," she whispered into his ear, "And I'm so sorry, for everything."

His own arms wrapped around his twin's smaller frame as he leaned his head on top of hers, "I'm sorry, too, Evelina."

Mrs. Brewster had to call the school before work and let them know that Evelina would be starting school one day earlier than expected. They were fine with it and put her in a lot of Charley's classes so that she could adapt back to the school quickly.

Charley was standing outside, trying to get his bike working. Kate nearly snorted, "You're never going to get that thing to work, are you?"

He shrugged, "Well, you've got a car now, Evelina," he smirked, "You could always drive me."

She opened her mouth, a smile on her lips as she went to say something witty, but a green beetle pulled up and a gorgeous blonde yelled to Charley. He grinned, yelled something over his shoulder to Evie and was off. And Evie's jaw dropped. The blonde in that car had been Amy Peterson. She stood with widened eyes for a moment wondering when her brother had ditched Evil Ed (he obviously had to have ditched him, she knew that Amy didn't like him) and traded up for Evie's own, old best friend. And then she began to wonder why nobody had even told her. She glared at the sidewalk, kicked it with the toe of her boot, and got in her car.

When she got to school, she saw that everybody there dressed a lot more boring than they did back in California where she'd been for the year. She saw tons of shorts and t-shirts and flip-flops. She sighed, glancing down at her own outfit. She had on gray skinny jeans tucked into black, suede boots, with a hidden wedge that went up to her mid calf, and another loose fitting and long, sleeveless top. This time it had been blue and she had a gray scarf around her neck.

Her hair wasn't as much of a mess today and it fell in its usual curls with the occasional frizzy pieces that stuck out. She had on eyeliner around her cobalt green eyes and clear gloss on her lips.

She was glad that she could make it through the crowds of students without anybody recognizing her. At first, the thought had upset her. She had once been popular with Amy Peterson, but she enjoyed the life outside of popularity and the freedom that you had to do what you wanted without judgment.

Evie nearly made it to first period without a glance from anyone, before Evil Ed ran up to her, "Evelina!"

She nearly hissed, turning to look at him, "Ed!"

He had leaned out a bit over the year, but he still had a bit of baby fat on his cheeks.

He grabbed a hold of her wrist and tugged her into a corner of the hall, "I have to talk to you!"

"Ed," she whined. She didn't want to be late on her first day back.

"It'll only take a minute," he began to beckon to Charley. She gave him a glance, "You two are still friends?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't we be?" he asked, once he got Charley's attention.

"I just figured, cause he's dating Amy," she shrugged, sipping her coffee. Ed narrowed his eyes at her, "I thought you hate coffee."

"I made friends with it," she shrugged, "We play nice."

Charley came over, hesitantly, "What do you want, Ed? Class is going to start."

"Adam's missing!" Ed cried out. Adam was their other friend that they'd grown up with. "I've tried to call him, text him, he won't answer."

"Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to you," Charley shrugged. Evelina smacked him on the arm, hissing that he was being impolite.

"It's not just Adam, though, other kids are missing, too," Ed was trying to explain, "And Adam's been out for the whole week and he is never out of school"

"Maybe he's got the flu," Charley shrugged.

Evelina rolled her eyes, "Were you even ever actually friends with Adam? He never misses school. He strategically planned when he was having his tonsils out and he showed up the next day. The nurse kept trying to send him home and he refused."

"I think something might have gotten him," Ed explained. Evelina frowned at that. She was kind of upset that she'd stuck up for Ed and he was just being even weirder now. "I'm going to go over there tonight and see if I can find anything."

"You're going to break into Adam's house?" Evelina raised both eyebrows.

"Yeah, you two are going to come with me, right?" He asked, nearly begging, "I mean, you have to. What if something happened to Adam?"

"I'm not doing this," Charley began to back up. "Look, do what you want, but leave me out of it."

Evelina sighed, moving away, "I'm not going to break into Adam's house, Ed. I'm sorry," she left the two, only glancing back once when Ed began to freak out about something. She could have sworn she heard the words 'Stretch Armstrong' and 'jerk off'. She shuddered, throwing her coffee away. She didn't want to even think about it.