20An: Here is the sequel to In A World of Fragile Things. It will happen during the movie and possibly beyond, not sure yet. Suggestions are very welcome.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys. Bailey and parts of this plot is products of my brain though.
Beyond This Illusion.
By Snuffles-sweetie
Bailey and the boys are back, more bloodthirsty, more vicious and closer together then ever. But the appearance of The Emerson's, relatives Bailey has no memory of, threatens their gore filled idyll.
Chapter 1-Prologue
Strange and Beautiful
I've been watching your world from afar,
I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart,
I'll see.
To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,
You turn every head but you don't see me.
-Aqualung-
Shadows lurking everywhere, the moon was the only light source. The young mans breathing was laboured as he speed walked along the streets. He didn't like this place at all, abandoned buildings surrounded him and nothing could be heard except his own breathing and heavy steps hitting the pavement. He didn't know what exactly made him so uneasy, he walked these streets every night but tonight was different. He thought he could feel someone's eyes boring into his back. He turned a corner and the feeling disappeared, he could breathe more easily and a strange calm settled over him. He started walking again but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a figure standing at the end of the road. Her hair was blonde, her skin pale, eyes brown and her lips were set in a seductive, yet feral smirk. He had seen her around, of course, who hadn't? She was the girl that hung around the Lost Boys, many girls and guys had been struck by jealousy and surprise when they saw her sucking face with the twisted sister look-a-like in the gang. Not many were privileged; he almost scoffed out loud at his own thought, enough to hang out with the well known bikers. So imagine his, and everyone else's, surprise when out of nowhere this girl appears. Just as pale and –he paused in his thoughts, and what, beautiful as the rest of them? Because beautiful was the perfect word to describe the gang. They were strange, yes, dangerous, if the rumours that went around were true, definitely, sexy, good god yes, and beautiful.
James, that was his name, didn't even know what any of the young rebels without cause's names but they had always fascinated him. He had always observed them even before she entered the gang. After that he watched them even more. The graceful way they moved and the primal smirks they gave their onlookers. The way they seemed to hide something, like they knew something no one around them did. But the girl held his attention even more; she was after all; unreachable. He had always wanted to talk to her, know her. Understand what hid behind those brown eyes, that devilish smirk. And here it was; his chance. She was finally alone.
Her heavy biker boots made little sound as she moved towards him, almost gliding forward, her hips swaying in a catlike motion. She was feral, primitive…dangerous. Cold sweat began to trickle along the young mans forehead, a sense of danger settled over him. The primal instinct to run away, flee was almost unbearable. But at the same time this strange sense of longing –this want to be close to her began somewhere at the bottom of his stomach. He stood stock still, unable to move, as she sashayed right up to him. He could feel the heat from her body as she stepped close to him, brown eyes searching his. He gulped and licked his suddenly dry lips. She turned her head and breathed onto his neck, shivers went down his spine. His mouth opened once –twice but no sound came out. This strange mix of smells entered his mind as he took a deep breath. She smelled of motor oil, pot smoke, the sea and some rusty smell that he couldn't identify.
"I've seen you," her voice was smooth, seductive as she spoke and paused, an act he was painfully aware of that she acted upon just for the dramatic effect it created. His breath hitched as she exhaled on his neck again.
"…Watching us," spoken in a lower tone and yet again accompanied with a dramatic pause.
"…Watching –me," the last word was barely heard, simply breathed out in-between those full lips.
"Why is that?" The question was asked so casually that his mind couldn't quite comprehend it at first. His head was heavy with her scent, her eyes, and her whole presence. Full lips twitched as he took a shaky breath, prepared himself to speak.
"You're beautiful," he breathed out and winched mentally at the pathetic sound of his own voice. The girl smirked and then the most chilling sound erupted from her throat. She laughed, a chilling, cold and yet bell-like laugh.
"Yes I am." He recoiled at her un-modest answer. She smirked at his amazement.
"But you've been doing more then watching lately, haven't you?" Yet another chill went down his spine and eyes widened at the cold tone her voice had adapted. Her eyes were no longer warm and amused, they were cold and calculating, questioning –worried. She couldn't know, could she? How could she know that he had followed them to that cliff, where they seemingly disappeared? That he had figured out that they only entered the colourful boardwalk at night, did she know that he knew that something wasn't right with them. He had his suspicions, but he couldn't voice them, not now.
"What," he swallowed in a vain attempt to moisture his parched throat.
"What do you mean?" He couldn't look her in the eye so he turned his head away and waited. A cold hand grabbed his chin and turned it back, brown eyes met green.
"You know exactly what I mean James," her lips moved slowly as she spoke, her voice was warmer, more seductive again. The sound of his name coming from that mouth was euphoria. He couldn't breathe and her smirk widened. She stepped closer again and her scent overwhelmed him.
"You've been following us James. We don't like that." He stared at her in awe as she lightly dragged her finger along his chest. His heartbeat sped up as her cold hand closed around his left wrist. He watched, captivated, as she slowly lifted the wrist to her face. She nuzzled it with her face and then kissed it lightly. James thought that he was about to faint never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined this. The strange and beautiful woman was kissing his wrist seductively, her eyes never leaving his. That's why he saw the look in them change they were suddenly no longer brown but a reddish-yellow. He tried to draw back but she was so strong.
"We don't like being followed James," she spoke quietly a feral smirk lit up her pale features. Her lips descended upon his wrist again and an indescribable pain erupted through his arm. His screams of pain echoed in the abandoned alley, the sound bouncing against the walls of the old warehouses. The line; in space no one can hear you scream, went through his head for some unfathomable reason. She let go suddenly and he fell to the ground clutching his now bleeding arm. He stared at the wound and looked up in fear. The woman was smirking proudly, eyes glinting as she licked her now blood coated lips. James felt sick. Laughter suddenly broke the silence that had settled between them but neither of them was the amused culprit. Out of nowhere the twisted sister appeared next to the woman, smirk on his lips and joint in hand. James watched on in horror as the man grabbed her chin harshly and turned her head towards him. The look in his eyes was unmistakably pure and unadulterated lust. What happened next made the man on the ground want to heave, he watched with morbid fascination, unable to tear his eyes off them, as the blond biker male licked the blood, James' blood, off the female biker's cheek. His eyes widened and his lips curled in disgust as he watched the man kiss, lick and suck her mouth clean. When he was done he withdrew, a satisfied look on his face and a growl rumbled in his chest.
"Easy Paul," the drawling voice spooked the bleeding man and he jumped slightly. His eyes found the amused green ones of the angelic one. That was what he had named the short boy –man in his head. The one with the grin that could make the Cheshire Cat jealous, whose eyes held a wisdom and fierceness he couldn't understand.
"Yes we have matters to attend to," a darker, smoother voice spoke this time. The dark one, the one who looked stoic and never seemed to wear a shirt now stood on the other side of the woman. His dark eyes settled on the form on the ground but his face held no emotion. James felt trapped, here he was; injured on the ground with almost all the strange bikers surrounding him-
"Playing with your food again Bailey?" –scratch that, all of them surrounding him. The cold, smooth and seductive voice could only belong to one person; the peroxide blond with the ice cold eyes that seemed to be their leader. Fear racked his body accompanied by the now numb ache in his left arm as he looked around. He was surrounded by the very gang he had been observing for months. The young woman he had proclaimed beautiful earlier looked even more so in that very moment. Even as fear made his heart beat erratically in his chest he was floored by the perhaps slightly morbid beauty of the group in front of him. The moon hit their too pale skin and made it glow slightly, their observant eyes were fixed on him and their full lips were set in smirks.
"What are you?" The words left his mouth before he could stop them. He had his suspicions before but at that moment he knew, these were no normal bikers. There was something supernatural about them. The chilling chuckle that erupted from the peroxide blond leaders' throat made him shiver and look down at his bleeding wrist again.
"We're your worst nightmare," softly said with such malice laced with the words that James head snapped up. The scream of raw terror caught in his throat at the sight that met his unbelieving eyes. No longer were they morbidly beautiful youngsters they had changed –transformed into a group of monsters. Faces disfigured, eyes glowing with a reddish-yellow tint and fangs sparkling in the moonlight as they laughed darkly at his pathetically choking form.
"You really shouldn't have followed us James. You just got to close to the truth and now you have to pay," she said this without even an ounce of pity in her voice.
"Well you know what they say; Curiosity killed the cat," the angelic man-boy said through what sounded like barely sustained chuckles, that cat-like smirk never leaving the now dangerous looking face. James watched as they all stepped closer.
"No please…I –I," his voice broke as sobs of fear racked his body.
"Ugh, I hate it when they weep," the dark one was the one that had spoken, a sneer twisting his lips. The man on the ground bowed his head again tears hitting the concrete as his body convulsed and he dry heaved. A cold hand touched his chin and he was soon face to face with the transformed version of the woman. The beauty had become the beast and now she was staring him right in the face.
"Goodbye James," she said her voice soft and chuckles sounded from behind her. Death stared him in the face, death was merciful, and death was better then staying on this hell on earth surrounded by the devils' little helpers. Vampires, the single word was the last clear thought that entered James distraught mind before he felt several pairs of fangs pierce his skin. His tortured screams were soon silenced and pain took over his body, then peace clouded his mind. The only thing that could be heard was dark chuckles and the distant, vibrating music from the boardwalk.