sooo! before someone notices and decides to rat about it. yes, this is incredibly similiar to FEatherdLauba's story the ,lost boys forgotten girl but! since she's decided to leave i managed to convince her to hand over the story to me:) hopefully it's not like the lost boys story by amaryilladin, sorry if i mispelled it, but i haven't read that yet and if it is like it, please for the love of all that's holy tell me. i hate plagiarism, it's a butt to deal with.

That being said, own nothing other than the characters you don't recognize and if i did Kiefer Sutherland would be my husband...but he's not...so..yeah. :)

onward with nonsparkling sexy 80's vampires!

The Lost Boys, The Lost Girl

SANTA CARLA AND ANGELA

It was quiet here, maybe a little too quiet…I looked up from my spot on the cold wooden ground and outside to where a window was letting black air and nighttime sky in. Sundown, finally. I stole a glance up to where three girls hung upside down from the ceiling. It was true; I was living, imprisoned, with three vampire girls who were terribly hot tempered. I could remember how I met them; I could remember everything ever so clearly. I used to have a family and a life but now I had nothing except for the clothes on my body and my brain. I stood up from the corner I had been sleeping in and threw off the moth-eaten blanket I had found the previous day. I dusted my clothes off, black spandex shorts with yellow stripes and a thin black-purple-gypsy shirt, and walked over to the broken window of the warehouse and looked out. I brushed my long brown-black hair out of my face as I looked at the far away brightly lit pier. I could almost smell and taste the popcorn and ice cream. It had been so long since I actually ate bad food, I longed to eat some cotton candy. Ever since Dana murdered those five cops over in LA we were always switching towns now. Right now we had settled in Santa Carla, a popular and low-key spot which happened to be the murder capital of the world. I liked it here though, it was quiet and everybody minded their own business. I startled, turning away from the window as something dropped behind me, I moved away as a girl stood up.

Meg's lips shown from bright pink lipstick as her golden hair fell in rivulets around her smooth cream face. She wore tight jeans and a killer halter top…Meg was the worst kind of girl a guy could run into. She would usually be the one to go out and find a new kill for the other two but lately Claire had been doing it. I watched as Dana dropped down besides Meg with light feet as she slipped on her shoes. Dana had red curly hair that was cut short to her shoulders with dazzling green eyes that could kill anyone. She wore something similar to Meg but there were long thin strips of beads covering her torso. Claire was the last to drop down. She was the leader of our…family. Nobody questioned her and she was stunningly beautiful. Her silvery blonde hair hung down to her waist as she shimmied in her skirt while pulling her gypsy shawl around her cool white shoulders. I watched as she reapplied red lipstick to her lips before turning to us.

I was the only one who wasn't a bloodsucking animal. If I had been, I would have been dead by now. I don't personally know why Claire kept me around, probably because I was their little pet. I ran errands for them, getting regular food sometimes for all of us then filling up the bikes we had stole from my father's garage after his death. I stood stock still as Meg and Dana whisked past me to look outside the one window which I had been currently staring out of. Claire watched me with calculating blue eyes as I rubbed my own. I still wasn't used to sleeping during the day with them.

"Did you check out anything while we were asleep?" Claire wrapped an arm around me, knowing that at times I wished for contact…it was an OCD thing that I had, after a while I go a bit crazy if no one touches me or at least tries to talk with me, "Angela?"

"What? Oh no, I wasn't able to. Some guys were trying to break in…they're gone now."

"You ran them away? We could have eaten them you jerk." Meg whipped around to me, her blonde hair hitting Dana slightly. I shut my mouth and stared at my feet. I hate her, "of course, you wouldn't care about that you little life saver."

"Shut up Meg, Angela doesn't have to save your meals for you like a fridge. Hunt for yourself or die." Claire shot back before she relaxed against me, "Is there anything exciting going on tonight? Some freedom for all of us could be good."

"There's the giant concert at the Boardwalk and the rides there."

"Good. So it's a night then." Claire pushed her long hair over her shoulder and began walking out through the door to the stairs, "Let's go now so we can stay longer till the sun starts up."

"We just woke up Claire! The sun ain't comin' for a while!" Dana argued but followed after her leader.

I brought up the rear slowly, listening to the creaks and shivers under every floorboard as we made our way down. living with the girls has made me open up in ways I never could imagine, sense-wise. I could see and notice things a lot sharper now. I could hear things more clearly and I'm able to fight and break anybody I come up against. I was stronger physically…mentally, I was dying. I hated living with them; I would give anything to get away from them. They took care of me extremely well; never forgetting that I was human, that I took a bit more time to come around, still easily confused and couldn't sense danger as well as them. I still hated them though. They were cold and ruthless. Whenever they fed they made me watch and keep lookout in case anyone came along, if I was with them when they fed of course. I tried not to be.

I watched as the girls got the bikes ready until they were roaring with life. I hopped on behind Claire, wrapping my arms around her small waist as we pulled off into the street. I leaned against her back and closed my eyes, feeling the engine roar with fire beneath me. I haven't had the courage to get a bike and run yet. For one, the girls were capable of flying which is kinda creepy and cool and two; they would be able to smell me anywhere. I opened my eyes as we pulled into the main part of Santa Carla where the pier was right across from. We slowed down to a stop, Meg and Dana flanking us as the red truck in front of us beeped. I felt something in the middle of my stomach clench tightly, I gasped and fisted my shirt and turned my head to the other side of the road where a video store stood brightly lit. What drew my eyes in though was the group of boys lounging around on bigger, more powerful bikes.

Three blondes and a dark brunette were smoking idly and cracking jokes, but something seemed so powerful in their gestures. I watched as one blonde blow smoke at a shorter blonde before laughing and flinging the cigarette butt at him. He had hair that looked like a surfers; long, wavy and untamed; a wild child. He wore a dark v-trench coat like those guys in the civil war fought in, he had long strings of beads, golden, on his left side, he wore a tight black fish-netted looking shirt underneath and a studded belt around his waist but they didn't even go through the loops on his tight white pants that were tucked into high biker boots. I could see green playful eyes that laughed at everything.

The blonde besides him was shorter with a kind of curly mullet extending down his back. I watched, entranced as he grinned mischievously…like a cat; a very sly and playful Cheshire cat. He had dazzling green eyes that sparkled under the lights. He wore an eccentrically bright jacket with what looked like clothed pictures messily sewn into it. It was awesome. He had on a white tank top that was riding up majorly showing off his tanned chest. He wore blue jeans and dark chaps that were tucked into biker boots like the other blonde. He brought his hand to his mouth as he began to bite his nails; he wore fingerless black gloves as well.

The brunette was probably the second fiercest looking one of the group. He had long untamed brown hair like the first blonde, but his screamed 'metal rocker' or something. His skin was more tanned than the other two and he had deep brown eyes that showed nothing. He was donned in a long brown leather jacket without any shirt on underneath. A bunch of silver clasps hung around his neck and some silver-black thing was strung from one shoulder down to his waist. I could see a fang earring hanging down from his right ear.

The bike moved forward slightly and I let out a small intake of breath as I looked at the last man. Because that's what he was; a man, not a boy.

He had piercing blue eyes like fresh lightning after a year. He wore a heavy trench coat over a leather jacket opened up to reveal a black shirt. He had on tight pitch black pants tucked into dark brown leather boots. He had a light scruff on his face and his hair was spiked at the top and he had a shorter mullet going down his neck. His hair was bleaching white underneath the neon lights.

He was breath taking, all of them were. They all had to be at least in their early twenties, youthful beauty didn't come like that with age. They literally, to me, were sending off waves of power and danger. My heart picked up as Blue eyes turned his cold eyes over to where I was and smirked. The rest of the boys turned towards us as well and caught me in their gazes. My hand clenched, still fisted in my shirt, before the bike shot off like a rocket, causing my head to whiplash slightly. I looked back before we turned the corner.

They were heading off in another direction.

We entered the lower Boardwalk section and stored our bikes there. I waited by the steps as Dana and Claire talked about something. Meg leaned against a pillar next to me and thrust out her hips as a group of punks walked down to their own bikes. They whistled at her and she winked back, I made a face to throw up. I wasn't pretty like the girls were; eternal beauty and all that. I was still changing with each day, still got the flu and still got my ass frozen every time it rained. I was only sixteen compared to their hundred or so years. I was a fly hovering below them, unworthy of their attention. Claire wanted to change me but I didn't want her to. She was patient with me, something I'm grateful for. It's not like I look at them with disgust all the time, I do, but it just…somehow it doesn't seem right for her to change me. It's like I'm waiting for the right one to change me, but then again I didn't really want to be changed. It looked painful in the movies.

I followed after Claire as the girls began their catwalk ascent into people-world. I hugged myself and stuck close to them as we entered the crowd; there were so many people of so many different…styles. I hooked a finger through Claire's pocket, I had a problem with getting lost, also I always freaked out then fainted. I watched as a kid ran through the crowd yelling with happiness and then ten other kids followed. I smiled and watched as a guy slammed a mallet down on a circle and won his girlfriend a bear. I loved being with people though, seeing and watching them. I smiled and moved my feet as the girls began to chat excitedly about the different things.

I let go of Claire's loop and watched as a man on high stilts walked past, smiling and giving large amounts of cotton candy to the littler kids. I turned and watched him go on further down the pier to where the spinning ferris wheel was at. I gave out a loud 'oof' as someone slammed into my shoulders from behind, throwing out a hasty 'sorry!' behind their back. I turned around, my eyes trying to sort through the various clothes to find the girls. They were nowhere in sight.

I shoved my way past the hundreds of people around me, my hair flashing in front of my face as my heart picked up slightly. I finally stumbled by a comic book store, my chest heaving with exertion as my sides ached from people elbowing me. I looked around me; I couldn't even hear anything from the music overhead. I looked up to the comic shop and scratched my arm before looking around me again.

I could run away. I looked around again.

I stepped into the musky coolness of the comic shop and stood in awe for a minute. This place looked like it was literally built out of comic books. There were two rows in the middle of the room and rows lining the wall and door. It reminded me of a small, run down Blockbuster. I walked slowly around the Spiderman and Captain America comics before tracing my fingers over the crinkling Batman papers. My dad used to have a collection of Batman comics…he was always missing number fourteen though. I turned around a row, keeping an eye on the two sleeping hippies by the cashier, and ran into a solid chest. I stepped back and looked up into brown eyes.

"Do you…uhm…" I watched the boy, who was probably no older than me, with an air force looking jumpsuit and a white shirt on stare at me carefully, "Right. You need something?"

"You aren't from around here." He watched me carefully, he had a deep voice. He had short black hair and tanned skin. I had tan skin and dark hair, did I really stand out?

"I'm just looking…for a Batman fourteen." I smiled playfully as another boy with a red bandana wrapped around his blonde hair walked up to us, flanking the dark haired boy.

He wore a black and red checkered flannel with a white t-shirt on that had a gun insignia on it with dark black pants and boots. He at least looked nicer.

"Batman girl." Bandana boy said, he stuck out a hand, "I'm Edgar Frog."

I looked at the hand hesitantly, my own hand itching to take a hold of it; the girls would definitely not like it if I made friends. I wasn't allowed to have contact with anyone really; it was more of a rule for me. The girl would turn them into dinner eventually. But…

I shook Edgar's hand happily, a smile breaking onto my face pleasantly.

"Angela Collins."

"I'm Allen Frog. Here, take this." Allen shook my hand as well and thrust a comic into my other free hand like I was getting a diploma before crossing his arms. I stared down at the cover and forced an interested smile at the title. Vampires Everywhere! it read.

"I don't do horror."

"You'll like this one. Consider it-"

"A survival guide." Edgar finished his brother's(?) sentence smoothly. Allen really didn't smile much.

"Because…Santa Carla's crawling with vampires? I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure they only exist in books and poorly produced movies." I tried to joke, anxiety running through my veins slowly. The boys didn't even blink.

"You think you know everything don't you Angela? Well you don't know shit buddy. You think we run a comic shop for our folks huh? Well this is just our cover." Edgar leaned forward, I leaned back.

"What's you un-cover then? Acting like a rude asshole?" I snapped. The boys took a step back and I bit my lip, "Sorry. What's your thing then?"

Edgar and Allen raised their fists and bumped them.

"Truth, justice and the American way."

That helped me…none. I nodded at them as they lowered their fists. Edgar adjusted his bandana as I handed the comic back to Allen. He stared at me before taking it back slowly. I smiled.

"Listen, I have no pockets to keep it in. What time do you guys open tomorrow? I'll come grab it."

"As early and late as the vampire sleeps and eats." Edgar voiced. I nodded again.

"So…you guys own the shop?"

"Angela!"

The three of us spun around to the opening of the shop where the girls were standing at…with guys hung around their waists. I pushed past Edgar and Allen and rushed towards the girls and their seduced meals.

"Bye!" I called back to them. The Frog Brothers just stood stoically.

"Who were they?" Claire asked, holding her meal's hand as we made our way to the bikes. I shrugged.

"Just some guys. Nobody really." I stepped around an older couple and drew my eyes to the ground.

My last boyfriend had been killed by the girls as well…something twisted in my heart as Claire gave her meal a kiss. I tried not to look at their meals anymore, the last time I had looked at their meals I had freaked out and forced the girls to leave the boy alone. I'd probably never fall in love again, I wouldn't; no matter what. Attraction was one thing; love was an entirely different universe.

I stood by Claire's bike as the guy hopped on. Claire wrapped an arm around my shoulder, leading me back to the steps as Meg and Dana slid on behind their meals.

"Listen, we're going to be gone for a few hours. You know…I don't know if we'll be able to come back though. You good on walking back yourself? If not, just call for me all right?" Claire smiled and rubbed my shoulders before handing me some money, "Be safe and stay away from dangerous people."

"All right. Thanks Claire." I smiled as she grinned happily and kissed my cheek.

"See you later."

I waited until I couldn't hear the bikes anymore before stuffing the money into my extremely small pocket and started up the steps again. I laughed and raced up the rest of the steps and disappeared into the crowd.

A song beat out into the night as I made my way to where the concerts were being held at. I watched as people sang along with the music and danced around in circles…I smelt the faint aroma of weed in the air but I saw no one smoking it. I pushed my way through the outer throngs of people, stopping by two head banging guys…oh; they were throwing it into the fire in front of the stage.

I spun around as I felt someone grab my waist; I smiled on reflex as a guy with curly dark brown hair nearly fell into me. I stumbled and grabbed onto his arms to keep us steady, his jean jacket bunched up in my fingers as we laughed in embarrassment.

I looked up into deep brown eyes and a mature squared face. The boy gave a bright smile before his grip on my waist loosened. Our noses brushed slightly and I pulled back.

"Sorry!" I yelled over the music, smiled and miming with my hands. He waved it off and turned as a kid with blonde hair and extravagant clothes came up.

"It's fine!" he smiled again sweetly before he turned and wrapped an arm around the smaller kid. I shook my head and turned back to the music.

My heart thumped to the music rhythmically as I was spun around in circles by a man with colorful hair. I had been dancing and circling through the crowd for at least an hour and a half. The last time I had laughed this hard…was such a long time ago. When I was here, surrounded by people I felt safe like no one could touch me, I felt free without any worries. I smiled as the guy wrapped me in his arms and bounced behind me to the beat of the music. I wrapped our hands together and bounced with him, the singer upstage was energetic as he screamed the notes from his guitar.

The guy spun me out away from him and I let our fingers slip so I spun in my own little circle in the crowd. I had been dancing with several different people; the smoke in the air lifted us and tugged us in all different directions. I swayed to the music and spread my arms and moved to the beat. I smiled as I felt a hand cover mine and twine fingers through it as well. I turned to look at my dance partner.

I froze and I felt all the smoke I had inhaled leak out of me as I stared into bright green eyes. The guy…the guy from earlier with the Cheshire grin…

He watched me carefully, that trademark grin spreading over his smooth features as his grip tightened on my hand. I stood there, in the middle of moving people as the grinning man slowly stepped closer to me until we were chest to chest. I felt my hand wrap around his biceps as his other hand traced down my cheek and over my neck. He wrapped a hand around my neck and he pulled me closer. Suddenly his eyes ripped away from mine and his head whipped around like he heard his name. I let my hand fall from his jacket as he turned to me and started to step past me smoothly, never breaking eye contact and never letting my hand go until our fingers began to untwine. He disappeared into the crowd instantly and I felt…like something had been sucked from me. I felt woozy. I looked back to the stage then to where that mysterious guy went.

I needed air. Fresh air.

I broke through the crowd, easily making my way through the crowds of people and over to the deeper parts of the Boardwalk. I watched sideshows slowly as I walked nowhere. The music was loud and ceased to fade as I wandered into souvenir shops and past video arcades where the younger kids dwelled. I bought a bottle of water and sat down on a bench next to a carousel that had a clear view of the sky. I crossed my legs and leaned against the wooden bench. What I would give to live like this every night…I would give anything. I sighed as the cool water slid down my throat; my head began to clear the more I stared at the bright moon. Drugs, at certain times, were bad. I turned to look at the carousel, watching as mothers took pictures of their kids on plastic horses or elephants or zebras.

I almost spit out my mouthful of water when the carousel turned around again.

There they were. Mr. Cheshire, Wild Children blonde and brunette then Blue eyes. I hunkered down behind the bench, afraid that they would see me for some reason.

They were strolling around and around the carousel, shifting through the plastic animals like hunters searching for their prey. I watched as Blue eyes walked up to a girl around nineteen and cupped her jaw tightly in his grasp, I watched with curiosity. The girl's boyfriend was like, right there. The boyfriend whacked away Blue eyes' grip and Blue eyes cracked him in the jaw. His group and the boyfriends' group jumped on each other, short punches flying before a loud squeal sounded and the carousel stopped. A burly police man came on and yanked Blue eyes away by shoving a baton under his neck and jerked him back against him. Blue eyes released the boyfriend roughly as they exchanged words and got off slowly.

I grabbed my bottle of water and walked away, casting a careful glance over my shoulder.

Cheshire cat guy saw me and we locked eyes for a second before he nudged the longer haired blonde, who also looked back at me. I melted in with the crowd again quickly.

That Capello guy was supposed to be playing soon anyway.

Capello was brilliant! Never in my life would i have enjoyed saxophone music while looking at a tanned oiled muscular man onstage. I beamed as the crowd cheered loudly and endlessly for another song. Capello just smiled and threw plastic things out to us, my fingers wrapped around the small package as he took a water break. It was a fortune cookie. I tore the paper open in my hands as I chewed thoughtfully on the treat 'You are a protector' it read. I shrugged and tossed it into the fire, looking up again to watch Capello load up his sax. My eyes drifted up and up on their own, like someone was pulling on my attention.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw them again. The fire barrels under the railings had their flames licking up into the air and up to where they danced across and lit up the boys' faces like a soft Hell. I took a deep breath as I locked eyes with the Cheshire boy. They were leaning against the pillars and railings lazily…if I could balance like that…He grinned immediately and sent me a wink, I felt a smile spread on my face softly as he nudged Blue eyes, the one that called for my attention the most. Blue eyes tore his gaze away from a group of under dressed girls and looked to where Cheshire cat was pointing at; me. I frowned as Blue eyes looked to me with calmly raised eyebrows.

Looking into fresh lightning during the storm is dangerous, I have concluded.

I couldn't hear Capello's riffs anymore, I couldn't feel the hundreds of people around me. Blue eyes stared straight through me, his eyes narrowed slightly as I let out a shaky breath. I watched as if I was face to face with him, he gave a twitch of his lips. I took a step forward like I was dreaming…

My hands hit the floor before my knees did, knocking me out of my reverie instantly. The world rushed into my head at once and the music blared as I got up, rubbing my sides and head from someone's elbow. I looked up to the railing again, the brunette had placed a hand on the bleach blonde's shoulder and was talking low. The bleach blonde looked up and nodded slowly, throwing his cigarette down below him and flung his leg from over the railing.

I pushed through the crowd of dancing people and made my way to the side of the pier. I couldn't take it in there anymore. Either I always became indulged in someone or i was getting hit. I came to the smaller steps leading down to the beach and slipped my shoes off. My feet sunk into the cool sand as I made my way to the water. The fresh salt air cleansed my lungs and I dropped down, letting the water lap at my knees carefully.

I stared up at the bright moon and thought of those men...boys...I hadn't thought of a name for them yet. Either they were stalking me, I was stalking them or we just kept happening upon each other.

"HEY!"

I shot up from the sand, spinning around to find a group of surfer punks come traipsing down the steps. I smiled warily as they grinned, walking up to me.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing down here all alone?" A green mohawked one asked, smiling sappily as his friends formed a small circle around me. I balled my hands into fists, tensing my body as the green haired one moved closer, "What? You silent or some shit?"

His hand came down on my shoulder and I reacted. I grabbed his hand, twisting it up and slammed it down into the earth, kicking him in the face in the process and shoved him towards two of the guys as one came up behind me. His hands clamped my wrist together as a blonde walked up angrily. Using that momentum I brought my legs up and kicked the blonde, sending both me and the guy behind me, backwards. I twisted my hands free, managing to handspring off and away from the guy on the ground. I stumbled on my feet and dodged a heavy punch to my shoulder. I growled as a left hook caught my neck, making it pound in pain and thump like I had something in there. I elbowed him in the face and extended my arm to slap the guy coming up. A fist curled up into my stomach and I doubled over, watching as the bleeding men got up shakily.

I shot up, hooking it under a guy's belt and roundhousing a blonde in the throat. I spun around as I heard someone come up behind me. My fist shot out and a hand caught it, my hair flew in front of my face as I tried to hook and uppercut into the man in front of me. He caught my hands each time. His grip was like a vice as he jerked me into him roughly. My hair fell away from my face and I gasped in shock.

Blue eyes stared down at me in amused annoyance.

He let me go from his leather gloved grip and stepped in front of my body, blocking it slightly as the surfers got up again and faced us. I turned in suprise to see Cheshire, blonde and brunette flanking us. Cheshire gave me a wink behind his nails.

"I'd leave now if I were you." Blue eyes growled, his deep voice was like a cello's string, melodic and menacing. I touched my nose as I felt something leak out, crap I was bleeding. I held my nose between two fingers as Blue eyes shifted, "Why are you all still here?"

The surf punks mumbled before slowly backing away, holding whatever I had bruised on them. I really needed to brush up on my fighting skills. Blue eyes turned around to me, that amused glint in his eye as his boys around me moved so that they could see me as well. I sniffed in blood.

"Thanks...seriously." I muttered, bending down to wash my hand in the water. Blue eyes watched me, tracking my every move. He let out a noncommital noise.

"You're good at fighting for a girl. Took down some surf nazi's." Cheshire cat guy grinned behind his nails.

"That's what they're called? Great, first day I get here and I'm the Jew." I pinched my nose harder and winced, "Uhm, you guys wouldn't have a tissue on you or something? Kinda dying here."

"I'm Marko. Here." Cheshire cat offered me a small black cloth from his pocket. I smiled and put it to my nose.

"Angela."

"You said you're new here?" Blue eyes asked, already turning his back and walking back up to the pier.

I stared for a moment before Marko nudged me, urging me to follow. I nodded warily, I needed to pick my words carefully now. The girls would kill me if they found out i gave out any info on any of us.

"Came down from Oregon. It's just me and my sisters, our parents died a month ago."

"Hard to survive out here unless you're dead." Marko commented. I stared at him oddly and he shrugged, "Santa Carla's the murder capital of the world."

We came to a stop by their monsterous, powerful bikes. Blue eyes was already lounging on his comfortably with the brunette leaning against another one. Marko nudged me forward again as the other blonde leaned on Blue eyes' handlebars and cracked a joke. I stood next to Marko and surveyed the crowds around us, eyeing us in envy. This wasn't safe, I couldn't be here. Especially with these guys, the girls would eat them up in less than a minute. I took a deep breath and removed the cloth from my nose carefully. At least it stopped bleeding.

"You gonna need a nose splint?" Blue eyes smirked around a smoke. I glared before looking down at the ruined cloth.

"No. Just hurts, I try not to lose blood so sorry if I dissapoint for a Doctor's visit."

"No need to be hostile Angela." Blue eyes flicked some ashes on the ground, "I'm David...this is Dwayne, Paul and Marko."

Finally, a name to the face. I nodded and put out a hand back to Paul who stuck out his own. I turned back to David as he coughed.

"You guys live here then?" I tried to fill the silence. They smirked and I felt uneasy tension go through my body...I was probably missing something here, "What?"

"All of our lives we have." Paul grinned and I gave a face.

"I'm going to go ahead and guess there's an inside joke there?"

"More than you know Sweetheart." He laughed and Dwayne smacked him upside the head. I smiled to myself anyways and un-crossed my arms. I had just met them, but it felt like i had known them forever. I used to get this alot, back when I was in school and making friends. I just used to click with certain people.

"What kind of food do you like to eat?" Marko piped up suddenly, I stared at the sky for a second before I shuffled my bare feet.

"I don't know. Corndogs maybe, I used to eat a ton as a little kid, why?"

"ANGELA!"

I spun around at the shrill voice, nearly toppling over as Claire ran into me with open arms. Her silvery blonde hair flowed over me for a second as she enveloped me. I stood stock still, pocketing the cloth before I hugged her back. She pulled back and tugged me away from David...who was looking extremely mad. I stood behind Claire, watching as she eyed each ot the now-angry looking boys.

"Sorry boys, she's not interested."

"Do you speak for her?" David asked cooly, I could hear venom lacing his voice. Marko and Paul got on their bikes and growled at Claire. I tugged on her arm, backing away to where I saw our parked bike.

"Claire it's fine, let's just go. Claire come on."

"Hold on Angela...You ever come near her again Bleachy, I'll rip off your head."

"Then I'll be sure to search in the evening." David smirked, a dangerous smile leering on his face as he looked past Claire to me, "I'll see you around Angela."

I pulled Claire to the side as David shot past us, brushing up against me for a second before Claire jerked me away. I felt something slip in my back pocket as I watched the other boys ride away in a loud storm. I stared after them along with Claire until they were out of sight. Claire touched my arm and pulled me with her to the bike like nothing happened. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders protectively.

"How long were you talking to them?"

"Just a couple of minutes. not very long." I mumbled, she nodded and flipped her hair over her shoulder, "You know them though, don't you?"

"Yeah. I used to live here a few years ago. I remember David and his group, the whole town hated them. They were outsiders and lived near this big cave. Meg and Dana got in a fight with them and there's just been bad blood between us. I totally forgot they still lived here when we rolled in." Claire sighed as we reached the bike, "They're bad news Angie. I don't want you talking with them, they hurt alot of people."

"Sure Claire." I lied, knowing that I would be drawn to them no matter what. I had felt oddly comfortable with them, "Anything else?"

"The girls and I decided to settle down here, maybe for a year or something. I miss being by the beach all the time and...listen, I know you think I'll kill your friends if you get any, but I won't. The girls and me have some business in the next town so for a week or so here and there we'll be gone. I don't want you being alone all right?" Claire smiled sweetly at me and I nodded in shock, "You mean alot to us Angie. You're our sister too."

"Thanks...Really, thanks Claire." I smiled widely and got on the bike behind her. She shrugged and made her way to the road slowly.

"No problem. Oh, but if I hear you've been conversing with David and his group...I will kill your friends."

I nodded behind her and closed my eyes against her back as we left the Boardwalk behind.

Later when the sun came up and I drifted off to sleep in my little cocoon on the floor, I dreamt of David and the boys.

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