35An: The last chapter of In a World of Fragile Things. Yep, thank you all for reading and reviewing. I appreciate it alot!
A sequel will be up, whenever. It will follow the movie pretty much and go deeper into the past of the boys and Bailey's and Paul's relationship. I have no idea when this sequel will be up though, so don't expect it to be up this week, this month either. Thank you and Good Night!
Disclaimer: For the last time. The boys are not mine. Period.
Chapter 9 – Epilogue
Forever Young
Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
The music's played by the madman
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever young
-Alphaville-
General POV.
There's a town called Santa Carla, known to many as the murder capitol of the world. If you travel there by bus you travel along a curling road. The road slithers amongst desert like landscapes until suddenly, the ocean is upon you. This great, dark blue abyss that stretches on forever into the horizon.
Santa Carla is the home of runaways, punks, aspiring artists, junkies and any other freak of nature you could possibly think of. If you wanted to get lost this was the place to be. But not only freaks and runaways roam the boardwalk at night, no something far more sinister and dangerous comes out as soon as the sun sets.
The rumours have been many, most of them being dismissed as urban legends, rumours, and ramblings of a madman. But there are believers, they may be few but they're out there. People disappear every night in Santa Carla; the boards are filled to the brim with missing people posters. The police office gets at least three calls a night, the officers are drowning up to their necks with not only missing people reports but unsolved cases. But thanks to the colourful range of people that end up here most of those files are long forgotten. If one wanted to take a closer look in the archives they would find a room dedicated to the missing people, those that the family finally gave up on ever finding again. Lost forever.
Bailey's POV.
The night air was refreshing as I stood leaning against the railing of the boardwalk taking in the crowd around me. No one really paid attention to me, the locals to afraid to even glance at me, the junkies to out of it to see and those who dared to take a look my way quickly turned their heads the other way. They all felt it, they might not at first but if they looked at me long enough they would feel it. The danger that my entire being projected. And yet every single one of them wanted to take a closer look even if they couldn't understand why. I smirked and lit the cigarette that hung loosely from my lips.
A whoop sounded farther down the boardwalk and a tall young man came running towards me, his golden locks flying behind him as he ran away from his slightly shorter friend. A high pitched laugh echoed in the night and people stopped and stared in awe at the graceful duo that made their way through the crowds.
"Paul!" Marko's annoyed voice was not loud but I heard it. I lifted myself up on the railing and waited for them to notice me. A flash of blue met brown and faster then he should have been able to; he was right in front of me. Grinning that crooked grin and eyes sparkling. Lips upon mine before I even got so much as a peep out.
"Cut it out you two, one would think that after a year you would be tired of each other already," Marko's cynical voice interrupted our game of tonsil hockey. A playful smack at the back of his head and a laugh came next.
"At it again, huh?" a dark, smooth voice said from my left, Dwayne offered an amused smirk. I just laughed and gave the approaching peroxide blonde a wave. David smirked at all of us and blew out grey smoke.
"Where's Star?"
"Hell if I know…around here somewhere," spoken in an annoyed tone. We all were annoyed at the girl. A year had passed since I became one of the Lost Boys, joined the family. That meant that Star had been a Halfling for at least a year and a half. She was tramping on David's last nerve, and everyone else's.
"Is Laddie with her?"
"Yeah, I hope she's looking after him this time though," my tanned skinned friend all but growled out. A couple of weeks ago we had found Laddie crying and alone near the pier. Star had apparently left him to his own devices and basically told him to get lost. I was so angry with her that night that if Paul hadn't held me back I would've killed her. She had hurt my baby and I was livid. Laddie had become more than a little brother to me he was like my own child and he looked up to me like a mother. I don't know when Star stopped caring; some days he would be more than welcome to join her, other days she treated him like dirt. So now we didn't leave him with her so much anymore, but we had to feed. And that wasn't something we wanted him to witness yet. We went to the bikes when David said Star was on her way, he could sense it. We all just followed David to the bikes and sat near them. I caught a few pedestrians stopping to stare at our group. I know what they saw. The exact same thing I saw all those nights ago when I first encountered the boys. They saw a group of young adults moving with an unnatural grace that should have been impossible for us to pull off wearing our heavy biker boots. They saw our pale skin, gaunt faces and haughty looks. They saw the glimmer of a predator in our eyes; they felt the dangerous air around us. And they couldn't understand it; they were all captivated, struck by the morbid beauty of it all.
I watched as one of the girls in the group eyed Paul in a way I didn't like at all so I strode right up to him grabbed his chin and pressed not only my lips but my whole body into his. Paul being, well Paul responded instantly. A throat clearing broke us apart and I shot a sheepish smile at David, the throat clearer. He just rolled his eyes and my own travelled to the girl who stood stock still gaping in shock. I gave her a malicious sneer and enjoyed the fear that entered her eyes before she looked away. A chuckle erupted in Paul's chest and I turned my eyes to him.
"I love it when you're jealous," he smirked and puffed out his chest in pride.
"Oh great Bay, now you managed to inflate his big head even more," Marko quipped from somewhere behind me.
"Not jealous Blondie, just showing off what's mine," I giggled insanely at his pleased expression and the three groans that sounded from our companions.
"Not helping at all Bailey," Dwayne groaned out and flopped back against the railing with a grace that made even me still my movements.
We sat around waiting for Star, people watching, conversing mentally. People stole glances but not many looked on for too long. There was something eerie about a gang of bikers sitting silently, just looking. We looked good, and we knew it, we would cockily smirk or right out laugh at the people that stared too long. Cigarettes were lit, filled with stronger stuff than tobacco thanks to the honey blonde that was sitting on the bench below me. David stood and sat on his bike, which meant only one thing. Star was approaching. Laddie came running first hugging my legs and then being lifted onto Dwayne's bike. I climbed on behind Paul as Marko revved his engine. We all watched Star as she hurried towards us, she could probably sense our impatience. My eyes fell on the boys she looked back at. He had dark hair and green eyes, the smitten look on his face changed to confusion as he watched Star climb onto a smirking David's bike. A blonde boy stood next to the brunette and somewhere in the back of my mind a voice told me that I should know who they were, but nothing came. I saw his eyes wander over all of us only to freeze when they looked at me. I gave him a smirk of my own like I knew my family was doing and then we took off into the night. A strange feeling of dread came over me the moment Paul's bike jolted away but it disappeared as soon as the wind hit my face and I let out a whoop of joy.
We flew through the forest like every other night and dropped Star and Laddie off, I put Laddie to bed and waited for him to fall asleep. Then the five of us headed back up to the point. We stood there and looked at the moon as it shone down on us making us paler than usual. Like one we took off into the night and landed on a beach were yet another bonfire had been lit. We strode towards them not making any sound. The drunken teens greeted us joyfully too drunk to notice the calculating looks we gave them. We joined the party and soon the mortals were lulled into a false sense of peace. They never knew what hit them. Red eyes, claws and fangs. Blood everywhere, screaming…euphoria. After we had tossed the last corpse into the fire we all made our way to the ocean and rinsed off the sticky blood that hadn't made it into our mouths. I looked around me and saw my family. My brothers, my lover…all of them together joking, smiling…living in a way I never thought possible.
Do you really want to live forever, Forever young…
Had someone asked me a year ago if I wanted to live forever. Become a vampire and stay young forever…I would have said no. Because that wasn't possible, right? And yet here I was, living, loving and just being. Forever Young.
Fin.