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crossoverficTitle: Santa Carla Nights (Part 9)
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_lucid_dreams //lucidreams@FF.net
Fandom: Lost Boys/Craft Crossover
Characters: All characters.
Rating: M
Synopsis: Part nine of Santa Carla nights; This story takes place in an AU setting and is a cross-over story between two movies, The Lost Boys and The Craft. Each story has been altered a little in order to make this fan story make some sense. More details, check part one.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys, The Craft, or anything worth suing for.
OTHER CHAPTERS
PART I
PART II
PART III
PART IV
PART V
PART VI
PART VII
PART VIII
Bonnie screamed a cry of terror that contrasted with the ecstasy she had been feeling moments before. She was lucky that it startled Paul and hurt his sensitive ears enough to cause the vampire to jerk his head back. It gave Bonnie enough space to try and push him away but it did little good. The vampire held on to the witch with a vice like grip. “What’s the matter Bonnie? I thought we were having a good time.”
“Jesus Christ”. Her voice was a low, frightened whisper as Paul grinned at with, her blood covering his teeth and lips, dripping down his chin. The wound on her neck was bleeding freely.
“Just relax. It’ll hurt less if you relax”, Paul murmured, moving back to Bonnie’s neck but the witch had no intention of relaxing as she jerked her knee up and caught Paul hard in the groin.
“Fuck!” Vampire or human, a knee to groin always hurt. Paul’s grip loosened enough for Bonnie to push him away and start running. Where she was running Bonnie didn’t know but she had to find her way out of here, away from him. Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, he’s a fucking vampire! A goddamn vampire, her mind screamed over and over. Bonnie was so caught up in her panic that she didn’t hear Paul chuckling behind her, nor did she realize that the vampire was quickly gaining on her until a hand caught the back of her shirt, causing her to fall.
Bonnie hit the ground hard, rocks cutting into her hands as she tried to brace herself for the fall. A kick to the side had Bonnie rolling over on to her back to see Paul standing above her. His face was masked in shadows but Bonnie didn’t have to see his face to know the danger she was in. Her leg jerked up again but Paul moved quickly, catching her foot before she could kick him. Bonnie grasped a handful of rock and sand that she threw into Paul’s face, a move that earned Bonnie another kick while she scurried away.
Up on her feet again, Bonnie ran blindly when she saw a light up ahead. The boardwalk! People! She was saved!
Not yet, her mind snapped. Keep running, he’s right behind you. “HELP! HELLLLLP!” The shriek cut through the night air, causing two boys walking along the edge between the beach and the boardwalk to turn toward Bonnie. They saw her! Relief flooded through Bonnie. “HELP!” She cried out again and indeed, those boys were heading toward her. Bonnie glanced back over her shoulder to see a shadowed outline of Paul back by the trees. He wasn’t moving any closer.
“Hey, are you okay?” The dark haired boy asked.
“Of course she’s not okay dumbass, she’s bleeding. Look at her neck”, a lighter hair boy snapped. He turned toward Bonnie, looking between her neck and her face. Bonnie stared back, panting heavily. “You were bitten”. The lighter boy said in serious voice before he exchanged a look with his friend. “More evidence that the Nosefuratu are in our mists”.
“What?” Bonnie breathed, feeling confused and weak.
“Blood-suckers, vampires”, the dark haired one explained. “One of them has bitten you, giving you their curse but don’t worry we can help”.
“What? Who are you guys?” Bonnie repeated. “No, look it’s not important; we have to get out of here”.
“I’m Edgar Frogg, this is my brother Alan Frogg” the lighter hair boy with the bandana replied. “Now which way did the blood sucker go?”
“We can’t go after him, we don’t have any stakes”, Alan interjected. Edgar opened his mouth to argue but at that point the bloodless and shock had gotten to Bonnie. The brunette hit the ground for the second time that night.
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“So who do you want me to kill?” Nancy never thought she’d hear those words coming out of her mouth but here she was, standing on the bluff, plotting with a vampire to off some stranger. As if my life couldn’t get any weirder, Nancy thought.
“Our leader”.
“Who’s that? That blond guy back at the boardwalk?” Nancy’s dark lips twisted into a wicked grin. “Okay, sure, no problem.” Killing that asshole would be a pleasure the witch decided.
“No”, Dwayne sighed, slightly annoyed. “David’s not our sire. He’s the second in command. Our leader is Max, the owner of the video store back on the boardwalk.”
Nancy managed to keep her face straight for about three seconds before she cracked up laughing. “He owns a video store? The big bad vampire runs a blockbuster and you can’t kill him by yourself?”
Dwayne glared at the witch. “It’s his cover. Don’t under estimate him just because---Will you stop laughing?” he growled. “It’s not that funny”.
“Oh, but it’s pretty funny you have to admit”, Nancy chuckled, wiping a tear away. “Aright, fine. Let’s pop over, off the fucker and rent The Crow while we’re there”. She couldn’t help as laughter rolled over her again.
“How about I dangle you over a cliff? Will you take me seriously then?” The vampire asked in a threatening tone as he stepped forward. Nancy sobered quickly.
“Alright, alright. I’m serious, we’re serious, and this is serious. Are you happy?” Dwayne nodded curtly. “Okay, so when do you want to go after Max then? Tonight?” A thoughtful look came across Dwayne’s face as he considered Nancy’s suggestion. He hadn’t planned to move on Max so quickly but there was potential in a surprise attack.
“Get on the bike”, he ordered Nancy.
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“Alright”, Sarah agreed. She was being stupid and she knew it but Sarah couldn’t help herself. Whenever she met his eyes the witch felt compelled to follow David, regardless of where he was going. David turned and started walking slowly along the shore as the water pulled dangerously close to the couple’s feet. “There’s something odd going on here”, Sarah murmured out loud.
“You’re just noticing that?” David grinned. “You’re the one who claims she’s magical. That’s more than just ‘odd’, it’s downright strange.”
“Then it’s not just me who’s strange”, Sarah countered. “There’s something about you David that’s…” She struggled for the right word. “Unsettling “, Sarah decided.
“I’ve been called many things but never ‘unsettling’. What makes you say that?”
“When I’m not looking at you, I’m sensible. I know what I’m doing and I know what I shouldn’t be doing”. Sarah paused, feeling her cheeks burn as she took a breath before admitting her suspicions. “But when I look at you all common sense goes out the door and it feels like I’ve no control over what I’m doing. Crazy, right? Especially since I just met you tonight and I….I’m rambling aren’t I?” Sarah finished sheepishly.
“Yes”, David admitted as he thought over Sarah’s words. It was clear the young woman had picked up on the mental suggestions David had been giving her and she was close to figuring out what he was doing. Probably more of her ‘magic’, David mused. He wasn’t sure if he believed Sarah or not but David couldn’t deny what he saw. He didn’t want Sarah figuring out his abilities so David turned the tables on her. “I don’t think you should be calling anyone odd, considering that you can toss people aside with so called magic. Tell me the truth, what are you anyway? Last time I checked, normal girls couldn’t do that”.
“No, they can’t”, she admitted as they moved further up the beach. Sarah knew there was no right way to explain herself to David so with a deep breath she took the direct approach. He would either believe her or he wouldn’t. “I’m a witch”.
“And I’m the wolfman”, David retorted, thinking that Sarah was joking. When she didn’t smile, he raised his eyebrows. “You’re serious”. The vampire had never met a witch before but the idea that they existed didn’t really surprise. After all, vampires existed, didn’t they? Well, well, well…this is interesting, David thought. While he still debated what, if anything, he would tell Max, David decided to get a few more details out of Sarah. “I’ve never met a witch before. How did you get your powers? I’m sure you didn’t just wake up one day and say ‘Hey, I wanna be a witch today’.”
Sarah laughed. “No, it wasn’t that simple. I was born this way. My mom was a witch, her mother was probably one and it just kinda goes back like that”, she explained, remembering what Lirio had told her on one visit to the store. “I didn’t really know what I was until about a year ago when I met Nancy and-“ Sarah stopped abruptly, realizing she was saying too much but David kept the conversation going with his next question.
“Nancy? That goth chick from before? She’s a witch? Wait, you’re all witches, aren’t you?” David realized. “How come your mother didn’t just tell you what you were? Why did you need Nancy to do?”
“What is this, twenty fucking questions?” Sarah snapped, feeling stupid for bringing up Nancy and her mother. God, she did not need to think about her mother now. “My mother died”, Sarah replied in a flat tone. “She couldn’t tell me”.
That put an awkward air over the conversation and managed to shut David up for a few moments. “I’m sorry”, he finally said after a prolonged silence.
“Don’t be”, Sarah assured him. “It happened a long time ago.”
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“Los Angeles”, Rochelle said, answering Marko’s question when she noticed Sarah and David were walking away. “Where are they going to?” Rochelle demanded as she watched them.
Marko shrugged. “Dunno”. He glanced after David and Sarah. “Maybe they’re gone looking for Paul”, he suggested. “He’s taking his sweet fucking time getting us that food”.
“Maybe we should head back”, Rochelle brightly suggested, eager at the thought of getting back to the boardwalk and away from these jokers.
“Maybe you should just cool your jets and be patient. I’m sure they’re not going to be that long and besides, why are you so eager to get out of here?” Marko asked as he stoked the fire. “Got somewhere you need to be?”
“No but this isn’t my idea of a good time Marko….no offense”, she added. “Sitting out here on a dark beach with a guy I just met while my friends abandoned me. It’s more than a little creepy”.
“You’ve got nothing to worry about”, the blond vampire said in a reassuring voice as he smiled at Rochelle. “I’m not going to jump your bones”. Marko looked back at the fire while Rochelle took that in.
“Why not?”
“What?” Marko glanced up in confusion. “You want me to jump your bones?”
“No, but the way you said it, it was like you would never think of it. I mean, what, you don’t think I’m good looking?” Rochelle asked, not sure why Marko’s words had offended but unable to shut her mouth.
Marko stared at her in disbelief before shaking his head. “Women”. A noise caught his attention then, the sound of a lone motorcycle on the beach. “Must be Paul”, Marko murmured and sure enough, the other blond vampire pulled up next to Marko and David’s bikes. For a moment Marko was about to call out to Paul when he saw Paul’s face. Even in the dark Marko could see the blood and there was no mistake that enraged look on Paul’s face.
“What happened?” Marko demanded.
“Where’s David?” Paul shot back. His eyes narrowed on Rochelle, who was pulling her legs closer to her body and wishing she wasn’t here once she saw Paul’s face. His mouth and chin were stained with blood while his forehead and cheeks were streaked with dirt. It looked like he had been in a fight, lost and was looking for someone to take it out on.
“He’s gone for a walk. What happened?”
“We have a problem”, Paul replied before exchanging a look with Marko before returning his deadly gaze to Rochelle. “She’s part of it”.
Author:
_lucid_dreams //lucidreams@FF.netFandom: Lost Boys/Craft Crossover
Characters: All characters.
Rating: M
Synopsis: Part nine of Santa Carla nights; This story takes place in an AU setting and is a cross-over story between two movies, The Lost Boys and The Craft. Each story has been altered a little in order to make this fan story make some sense. More details, check part one.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys, The Craft, or anything worth suing for.
PART I
PART II
PART III
PART IV
PART V
PART VI
PART VII
PART VIII
Bonnie screamed a cry of terror that contrasted with the ecstasy she had been feeling moments before. She was lucky that it startled Paul and hurt his sensitive ears enough to cause the vampire to jerk his head back. It gave Bonnie enough space to try and push him away but it did little good. The vampire held on to the witch with a vice like grip. “What’s the matter Bonnie? I thought we were having a good time.”
“Jesus Christ”. Her voice was a low, frightened whisper as Paul grinned at with, her blood covering his teeth and lips, dripping down his chin. The wound on her neck was bleeding freely.
“Just relax. It’ll hurt less if you relax”, Paul murmured, moving back to Bonnie’s neck but the witch had no intention of relaxing as she jerked her knee up and caught Paul hard in the groin.
“Fuck!” Vampire or human, a knee to groin always hurt. Paul’s grip loosened enough for Bonnie to push him away and start running. Where she was running Bonnie didn’t know but she had to find her way out of here, away from him. Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, he’s a fucking vampire! A goddamn vampire, her mind screamed over and over. Bonnie was so caught up in her panic that she didn’t hear Paul chuckling behind her, nor did she realize that the vampire was quickly gaining on her until a hand caught the back of her shirt, causing her to fall.
Bonnie hit the ground hard, rocks cutting into her hands as she tried to brace herself for the fall. A kick to the side had Bonnie rolling over on to her back to see Paul standing above her. His face was masked in shadows but Bonnie didn’t have to see his face to know the danger she was in. Her leg jerked up again but Paul moved quickly, catching her foot before she could kick him. Bonnie grasped a handful of rock and sand that she threw into Paul’s face, a move that earned Bonnie another kick while she scurried away.
Up on her feet again, Bonnie ran blindly when she saw a light up ahead. The boardwalk! People! She was saved!
Not yet, her mind snapped. Keep running, he’s right behind you. “HELP! HELLLLLP!” The shriek cut through the night air, causing two boys walking along the edge between the beach and the boardwalk to turn toward Bonnie. They saw her! Relief flooded through Bonnie. “HELP!” She cried out again and indeed, those boys were heading toward her. Bonnie glanced back over her shoulder to see a shadowed outline of Paul back by the trees. He wasn’t moving any closer.
“Hey, are you okay?” The dark haired boy asked.
“Of course she’s not okay dumbass, she’s bleeding. Look at her neck”, a lighter hair boy snapped. He turned toward Bonnie, looking between her neck and her face. Bonnie stared back, panting heavily. “You were bitten”. The lighter boy said in serious voice before he exchanged a look with his friend. “More evidence that the Nosefuratu are in our mists”.
“What?” Bonnie breathed, feeling confused and weak.
“Blood-suckers, vampires”, the dark haired one explained. “One of them has bitten you, giving you their curse but don’t worry we can help”.
“What? Who are you guys?” Bonnie repeated. “No, look it’s not important; we have to get out of here”.
“I’m Edgar Frogg, this is my brother Alan Frogg” the lighter hair boy with the bandana replied. “Now which way did the blood sucker go?”
“We can’t go after him, we don’t have any stakes”, Alan interjected. Edgar opened his mouth to argue but at that point the bloodless and shock had gotten to Bonnie. The brunette hit the ground for the second time that night.
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“So who do you want me to kill?” Nancy never thought she’d hear those words coming out of her mouth but here she was, standing on the bluff, plotting with a vampire to off some stranger. As if my life couldn’t get any weirder, Nancy thought.
“Our leader”.
“Who’s that? That blond guy back at the boardwalk?” Nancy’s dark lips twisted into a wicked grin. “Okay, sure, no problem.” Killing that asshole would be a pleasure the witch decided.
“No”, Dwayne sighed, slightly annoyed. “David’s not our sire. He’s the second in command. Our leader is Max, the owner of the video store back on the boardwalk.”
Nancy managed to keep her face straight for about three seconds before she cracked up laughing. “He owns a video store? The big bad vampire runs a blockbuster and you can’t kill him by yourself?”
Dwayne glared at the witch. “It’s his cover. Don’t under estimate him just because---Will you stop laughing?” he growled. “It’s not that funny”.
“Oh, but it’s pretty funny you have to admit”, Nancy chuckled, wiping a tear away. “Aright, fine. Let’s pop over, off the fucker and rent The Crow while we’re there”. She couldn’t help as laughter rolled over her again.
“How about I dangle you over a cliff? Will you take me seriously then?” The vampire asked in a threatening tone as he stepped forward. Nancy sobered quickly.
“Alright, alright. I’m serious, we’re serious, and this is serious. Are you happy?” Dwayne nodded curtly. “Okay, so when do you want to go after Max then? Tonight?” A thoughtful look came across Dwayne’s face as he considered Nancy’s suggestion. He hadn’t planned to move on Max so quickly but there was potential in a surprise attack.
“Get on the bike”, he ordered Nancy.
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“Alright”, Sarah agreed. She was being stupid and she knew it but Sarah couldn’t help herself. Whenever she met his eyes the witch felt compelled to follow David, regardless of where he was going. David turned and started walking slowly along the shore as the water pulled dangerously close to the couple’s feet. “There’s something odd going on here”, Sarah murmured out loud.
“You’re just noticing that?” David grinned. “You’re the one who claims she’s magical. That’s more than just ‘odd’, it’s downright strange.”
“Then it’s not just me who’s strange”, Sarah countered. “There’s something about you David that’s…” She struggled for the right word. “Unsettling “, Sarah decided.
“I’ve been called many things but never ‘unsettling’. What makes you say that?”
“When I’m not looking at you, I’m sensible. I know what I’m doing and I know what I shouldn’t be doing”. Sarah paused, feeling her cheeks burn as she took a breath before admitting her suspicions. “But when I look at you all common sense goes out the door and it feels like I’ve no control over what I’m doing. Crazy, right? Especially since I just met you tonight and I….I’m rambling aren’t I?” Sarah finished sheepishly.
“Yes”, David admitted as he thought over Sarah’s words. It was clear the young woman had picked up on the mental suggestions David had been giving her and she was close to figuring out what he was doing. Probably more of her ‘magic’, David mused. He wasn’t sure if he believed Sarah or not but David couldn’t deny what he saw. He didn’t want Sarah figuring out his abilities so David turned the tables on her. “I don’t think you should be calling anyone odd, considering that you can toss people aside with so called magic. Tell me the truth, what are you anyway? Last time I checked, normal girls couldn’t do that”.
“No, they can’t”, she admitted as they moved further up the beach. Sarah knew there was no right way to explain herself to David so with a deep breath she took the direct approach. He would either believe her or he wouldn’t. “I’m a witch”.
“And I’m the wolfman”, David retorted, thinking that Sarah was joking. When she didn’t smile, he raised his eyebrows. “You’re serious”. The vampire had never met a witch before but the idea that they existed didn’t really surprise. After all, vampires existed, didn’t they? Well, well, well…this is interesting, David thought. While he still debated what, if anything, he would tell Max, David decided to get a few more details out of Sarah. “I’ve never met a witch before. How did you get your powers? I’m sure you didn’t just wake up one day and say ‘Hey, I wanna be a witch today’.”
Sarah laughed. “No, it wasn’t that simple. I was born this way. My mom was a witch, her mother was probably one and it just kinda goes back like that”, she explained, remembering what Lirio had told her on one visit to the store. “I didn’t really know what I was until about a year ago when I met Nancy and-“ Sarah stopped abruptly, realizing she was saying too much but David kept the conversation going with his next question.
“Nancy? That goth chick from before? She’s a witch? Wait, you’re all witches, aren’t you?” David realized. “How come your mother didn’t just tell you what you were? Why did you need Nancy to do?”
“What is this, twenty fucking questions?” Sarah snapped, feeling stupid for bringing up Nancy and her mother. God, she did not need to think about her mother now. “My mother died”, Sarah replied in a flat tone. “She couldn’t tell me”.
That put an awkward air over the conversation and managed to shut David up for a few moments. “I’m sorry”, he finally said after a prolonged silence.
“Don’t be”, Sarah assured him. “It happened a long time ago.”
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“Los Angeles”, Rochelle said, answering Marko’s question when she noticed Sarah and David were walking away. “Where are they going to?” Rochelle demanded as she watched them.
Marko shrugged. “Dunno”. He glanced after David and Sarah. “Maybe they’re gone looking for Paul”, he suggested. “He’s taking his sweet fucking time getting us that food”.
“Maybe we should head back”, Rochelle brightly suggested, eager at the thought of getting back to the boardwalk and away from these jokers.
“Maybe you should just cool your jets and be patient. I’m sure they’re not going to be that long and besides, why are you so eager to get out of here?” Marko asked as he stoked the fire. “Got somewhere you need to be?”
“No but this isn’t my idea of a good time Marko….no offense”, she added. “Sitting out here on a dark beach with a guy I just met while my friends abandoned me. It’s more than a little creepy”.
“You’ve got nothing to worry about”, the blond vampire said in a reassuring voice as he smiled at Rochelle. “I’m not going to jump your bones”. Marko looked back at the fire while Rochelle took that in.
“Why not?”
“What?” Marko glanced up in confusion. “You want me to jump your bones?”
“No, but the way you said it, it was like you would never think of it. I mean, what, you don’t think I’m good looking?” Rochelle asked, not sure why Marko’s words had offended but unable to shut her mouth.
Marko stared at her in disbelief before shaking his head. “Women”. A noise caught his attention then, the sound of a lone motorcycle on the beach. “Must be Paul”, Marko murmured and sure enough, the other blond vampire pulled up next to Marko and David’s bikes. For a moment Marko was about to call out to Paul when he saw Paul’s face. Even in the dark Marko could see the blood and there was no mistake that enraged look on Paul’s face.
“What happened?” Marko demanded.
“Where’s David?” Paul shot back. His eyes narrowed on Rochelle, who was pulling her legs closer to her body and wishing she wasn’t here once she saw Paul’s face. His mouth and chin were stained with blood while his forehead and cheeks were streaked with dirt. It looked like he had been in a fight, lost and was looking for someone to take it out on.
“He’s gone for a walk. What happened?”
“We have a problem”, Paul replied before exchanging a look with Marko before returning his deadly gaze to Rochelle. “She’s part of it”.
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