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crossoverficTitle: Santa Carla Nights (Part 11)
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_lucid_dreams //lucidreams@FF.net
Fandom: Lost Boys/Craft Crossover
Characters: All characters.
Rating: M
Synopsis: Part eleven 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
PART IX
PART X
“I say we gather up supplies and head out tonight!”
“And go where Edgar? We don’t know where they are and besides, she’s still hurt. We can’t just leave her”.
“Mom and Dad can look after her”.
“...”
“Okay, they can’t but this is our chance Alan. We know it’s one of those assholes bikers. We could track him down and—“
“I’m not going anywhere until she’s awake”.
Bonnie could hear the brothers bicker back and forth as she laid on a bed, her eyes closed as she tried to fall back asleep. Everything was so much better when she was unconscious. Bonnie couldn’t hear the arguing brothers, couldn’t smell the stale scent that hung in their bedroom, couldn’t feel the throbbing pain in her neck. All of which just reminded the young witch of what had happened to her. No, I don’t want to think about it, she silently yelled as memories’ of Paul’s attack flooded her mind once more. Bonnie’s eyes opened. Sleep was pointless now.
The bedroom looked like another teen boy’s room. Messy with the odd pile of dirty clothes on the floor, comic’s scattered on the floor and a desk along with a few empty coke bottles. Posters for Black Sabbath and AC/DC covered one wall while clips of missing people and notes covered the other, alongside a dart board with a picture of a cartoon vampire plastered on it. Bonnie’s eyes lingered on the darts protruding from the picture before looking at the boys. The dark haired one sat on one twin bed, leafing through a first aid book while the blond was moving around, stuffing wooden stakes and other odd objects into a knapsack. That must be Edgar, Bonnie guessed before wondering who’s bed she was lying on when Alan noticed she was awake. He closed the book and tossed it at Edgar, who missed and dropped it to the floor while Alan moved over to Bonnie.
“You okay?”
“Uh...clearly not”, Bonnie groaned as she struggled to sit up. Alan tried to keep her down but she brushed off his hands, muttering “No. I need to get up”. Her eyes felt encrusted with dirt and her whole body ached but at least she was alive. Gingerly, her hand moved up to her neck and found the rough bandage one of the brothers had applied. Judging by their expressions, she guessed it was Alan. They were both sullen faced looking teenagers and both were trying to look tough, Edgar especially as he dropped his bag on the other bed and crossed his arms, looking down at Bonnie but Alan expression showed his concern.
“Where am I?” Bonnie continued, her throat a little raw from screaming earlier.
“You’re at our house and you’re safe. I’m Alan Frogg and this is—“ Alan started to reintroduce himself before Bonnie interrupted.
“Yeah, I know. I remember your brother saying that earlier back on the beach. Why did you take me here? A hospital would have been better”.
“Not for what attacked you”, Edgar replied contemptuously. “You think the doctors in the ER dealt with vampires before? One of them could even be a bloodsucker. We’re positive they’re infiltrating all major departments in both the government and public services of Santa Carla”.
“Uh...huh and you guys have dealt with vampires before?” Bonnie asked, causing the two Frogg brothers to exchange a look.
“Um..”
“Well...no, but we’ve studied them and we’re dedicated to fighting—“
“You know what? Never mind”, Bonnie interrupted as she rubbed the dirt out of her eyes. She felt tired again and considered lying down. Maybe if she went back to sleep, she’d wake up and realize this was all just a bad dream and creatures like Paul didn’t exist.
“We need to track down the Nosferatu”, Edgar insisted. “Stake him before you turn”.
“What? You mean Paul?” Bonnie stared at the younger boy blankly before her brow wrinkled with confusion. “What do you mean ‘turn’?”
“Before you turn into a vampire”, Alan replied quietly.
Bonnie stared at the boys for two seconds before she started laughing hysterically. Not because she found this particularly funny but more because she was actually starting to get hysterical again. “Vampire....that’s...that’s funny”, she chortled as tears welled up in her eyes. “Can’t be a vampire. That’s just...hahahahaha”.
Edgar and Alan glanced at each other again before Alan spoke. “It’s true”.
“It’s not”, Bonnie replied, still laughing. “I can’t be both”, she muttered without thinking.
“Be both?” Alan murmured but Edgar was frustrated now and demanded angrily. “We have to go after that blond prick. Now where the fuck did he go?”
Bonnie hiccupped as she tried to stop laughing. It really wasn’t funny but she couldn’t seem to stop. “He...he...went...” The laughter died as Bonnie remembered where they had been going before Paul attacked her. “The girls. Oh god, Sarah and Rochelle are with his friends and he’s gone back to them!”
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“What?” David demanded as he glared at Paul. “If you weren’t planning on killing her then what exactly were you planning on?”
Paul refused to meet David’s eyes and instead stayed on the ground. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Marko’s head lifting and looking up at the vampires. “I...you...why can’t we make vampires?” Paul suddenly blurted out, forcing himself to glare at David as he asked his question. “You get to pick Star and Laddie to join the group but what about us? Why can’t I, Marko or Dwayne add to the gang?”
“You fucking idiot. That’s what this is about?” David gritted his teeth. This was not how he planned to spend his evening. “I don’t let you make vampires because you don’t have a fucking clue what you’re doing which you’ve shown tonight by letting her get away!” David replied, his voice rising as he spoke. He had a strong urge to throttle Paul and stepped away from the still-dazed Sarah when Marko spoke up.
“We should get out of here guys. If she goes to the cops—“Marko broke off with a shrug. He didn’t need to explain how bad that could be for them. Marko was displaying his common sense and David knew enough to listen. He could deal with Paul later. Right now they had a situation on their hands and David knew they couldn’t afford to be caught by the police. Not that they couldn’t handle the mortal cops but it would be messy and Max would be pissed.
“What are we gonna do with them?” Paul asked, gesturing at Sarah and the unconscious Rochelle. Killing them would be the easiest solution but David was hesitant to kill Sarah and knew his hold on her could slip if he killed her friend. He was good but that could be traumatic and shock her out of the trance.
Once again, Marko offered his advice. “We take them back to the cave for now and decide there”.
David nodded and turned back to Sarah who was quietly looking down at Rochelle but she didn't look upset or worried to see the dark skinned girl on the ground, just merely curious. "Sarah". The girl looked to David immediately, like a well-trained dog responding to its master's call. Not a comparison Sarah would appreciate David thought but it made him smile. "Marko you take sleeping beauty, Sarah will ride with me and Paul rides alone since he clearly can't be trusted to handle simple tasks", the pseudo leader decided with a scornful look thrown at Paul, who wisely kept his mouth shut.
Marko nodded and picked Rochelle up easily but had a little trouble keeping her on the back of the bike. He remedied the problem by pulling down the long sleeves of her cardigan over her hands and tying the fabric around his waist as Paul held her up. It wasn't perfect but Marko didn't have too far to go. He might have been able to protect her from harm like Marko had promised earlier but at least he could prevent her from flying off the bike and breaking her neck.
"It would have been easier to fly", Paul muttered as he let go of Rochelle.
"It would have been easier if you hadn't knocked her out or better yet--" Marko retorted but David interrupted.
"Boys", he said in a warning tone. "Save it for later". David was already on his bike with Sarah perched behind him, a blank look on her face that freaked Marko out a little. He had seen David use his abilities on victims before but it was rare for one to be this enthralled. Either David was working overtime or Sarah was an easy mark.
It doesn't matter. Either way she's screwed, Marko thought as his motorcycle roared to life. For a moment he wondered where Dwayne was to. At least he doesn't have to deal with this shit.
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Nancy watched as Dwayne picked the lock, her eyes flickering back between the dark haired boy and the driveway. So far, no sign of Max. Inwardly, she was starting to get a little worried. What if he showed up while Dwayne and Nancy were in the house? What if he was actually a terrifying vampire and not the overgrown geek Nancy pictured? "Could you get the lead out?" Nancy snapped out Dwayne, who glared back at her in response but had finished the job at that very moment. The metal door knob turned easily beneath his hand and Dwayne stepped inside, quickly followed by the dark haired witch.
"Jeez, could we get a little light here?" Nancy murmured as her eyes strained to see through the darkness.
"Oh yeah and why don't we just light up a big sign saying 'B&E happening over here", Dwayne sarcastically replied. "Moron".
"B&E?" She could see Dwayne glance back at her and even though she couldn't make out his expression, she could practically feel the disbelief rolling off of him in waves. "What?"
"Breaking and entering", he shortly explained before wandering further into the house. The vampire obviously had no trouble seeing in the dark and knew his way around the house. Nancy was left to stumble through the front room on her own as Dwayne quickly moved to the back of the house. "Way to abandon me asshole. How much help am I going to be if your 'sire' comes home and rips my throat out?" the witch muttered.
"I heard that", Dwayne's voice called out from another room.
Nancy scowled and flipped the bird in the direction of his voice. Did you see that too? Her leg collided with a coffee table causing her to swear. "Fuck this". Nancy groped for a lamp or light switch in the dark and managed to find one after nearly knocking it over. Nancy quickly switched on the lamp and found herself in the tackiest living room. Neon lights? Are those model planes? God, is this where the eighties came to die?
"Big bad vampire my ass". Whoever this Max was, Nancy was willing to bet he would be the biggest fucking geek she had ever laid eyes on.
"What?" Dwayne had returned to the living room when he noticed the light in hallway. "Turn it off", he ordered Nancy.
"Screw you. I can't see in the dark".
"It doesn’t matter, we're leaving now anyway".
"What? After breaking in, we're just gonna leave? We didn't even find anything!"
"Will you just do as I say?!"
Nancy opened her mouth to retort when she noticed headlights out through the window. Dwayne followed her gaze and quickly killed the lights. "Shit, now what?" Nancy hissed. Dwayne held up a finger to silence the witch, a gesture she could just make out thanks to the window light. It felt like her heart was pounding and she nearly jumped out of her skin when Thorn growled from outside.
"It's not Max", Dwayne whispered, the relief easily heard in his voice.
"Yeah, well who is it then?" she whispered back but Dwayne ignored her and moved closer to the hallway. Nancy had followed after him to repeat her question when she heard voices.
"Are you sure man? I thought I saw a light".
"Yeah, I'm sure. Nobody's home. We'll be in and out in no time".
"Looks like a dump to me", a third voice spoke up.
"The owns two movie stores, he's gotta have something worth stealing".
“Fuck, shut the dog up will you?”
OH.MY.GOD.
It was too funny. The house was being broken into again. Nancy had to stop herself from laughing out loud. I thought this kinda shit only happened in movies or bad sitcoms. She glanced at Dwayne, expecting to share an amused look but was surprised by the angry look on his face. What? It's okay if you break in but god forbid anyone else do it? Hypocrite.
Author:
_lucid_dreams //lucidreams@FF.netFandom: Lost Boys/Craft Crossover
Characters: All characters.
Rating: M
Synopsis: Part eleven 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
PART IX
PART X
“I say we gather up supplies and head out tonight!”
“And go where Edgar? We don’t know where they are and besides, she’s still hurt. We can’t just leave her”.
“Mom and Dad can look after her”.
“...”
“Okay, they can’t but this is our chance Alan. We know it’s one of those assholes bikers. We could track him down and—“
“I’m not going anywhere until she’s awake”.
Bonnie could hear the brothers bicker back and forth as she laid on a bed, her eyes closed as she tried to fall back asleep. Everything was so much better when she was unconscious. Bonnie couldn’t hear the arguing brothers, couldn’t smell the stale scent that hung in their bedroom, couldn’t feel the throbbing pain in her neck. All of which just reminded the young witch of what had happened to her. No, I don’t want to think about it, she silently yelled as memories’ of Paul’s attack flooded her mind once more. Bonnie’s eyes opened. Sleep was pointless now.
The bedroom looked like another teen boy’s room. Messy with the odd pile of dirty clothes on the floor, comic’s scattered on the floor and a desk along with a few empty coke bottles. Posters for Black Sabbath and AC/DC covered one wall while clips of missing people and notes covered the other, alongside a dart board with a picture of a cartoon vampire plastered on it. Bonnie’s eyes lingered on the darts protruding from the picture before looking at the boys. The dark haired one sat on one twin bed, leafing through a first aid book while the blond was moving around, stuffing wooden stakes and other odd objects into a knapsack. That must be Edgar, Bonnie guessed before wondering who’s bed she was lying on when Alan noticed she was awake. He closed the book and tossed it at Edgar, who missed and dropped it to the floor while Alan moved over to Bonnie.
“You okay?”
“Uh...clearly not”, Bonnie groaned as she struggled to sit up. Alan tried to keep her down but she brushed off his hands, muttering “No. I need to get up”. Her eyes felt encrusted with dirt and her whole body ached but at least she was alive. Gingerly, her hand moved up to her neck and found the rough bandage one of the brothers had applied. Judging by their expressions, she guessed it was Alan. They were both sullen faced looking teenagers and both were trying to look tough, Edgar especially as he dropped his bag on the other bed and crossed his arms, looking down at Bonnie but Alan expression showed his concern.
“Where am I?” Bonnie continued, her throat a little raw from screaming earlier.
“You’re at our house and you’re safe. I’m Alan Frogg and this is—“ Alan started to reintroduce himself before Bonnie interrupted.
“Yeah, I know. I remember your brother saying that earlier back on the beach. Why did you take me here? A hospital would have been better”.
“Not for what attacked you”, Edgar replied contemptuously. “You think the doctors in the ER dealt with vampires before? One of them could even be a bloodsucker. We’re positive they’re infiltrating all major departments in both the government and public services of Santa Carla”.
“Uh...huh and you guys have dealt with vampires before?” Bonnie asked, causing the two Frogg brothers to exchange a look.
“Um..”
“Well...no, but we’ve studied them and we’re dedicated to fighting—“
“You know what? Never mind”, Bonnie interrupted as she rubbed the dirt out of her eyes. She felt tired again and considered lying down. Maybe if she went back to sleep, she’d wake up and realize this was all just a bad dream and creatures like Paul didn’t exist.
“We need to track down the Nosferatu”, Edgar insisted. “Stake him before you turn”.
“What? You mean Paul?” Bonnie stared at the younger boy blankly before her brow wrinkled with confusion. “What do you mean ‘turn’?”
“Before you turn into a vampire”, Alan replied quietly.
Bonnie stared at the boys for two seconds before she started laughing hysterically. Not because she found this particularly funny but more because she was actually starting to get hysterical again. “Vampire....that’s...that’s funny”, she chortled as tears welled up in her eyes. “Can’t be a vampire. That’s just...hahahahaha”.
Edgar and Alan glanced at each other again before Alan spoke. “It’s true”.
“It’s not”, Bonnie replied, still laughing. “I can’t be both”, she muttered without thinking.
“Be both?” Alan murmured but Edgar was frustrated now and demanded angrily. “We have to go after that blond prick. Now where the fuck did he go?”
Bonnie hiccupped as she tried to stop laughing. It really wasn’t funny but she couldn’t seem to stop. “He...he...went...” The laughter died as Bonnie remembered where they had been going before Paul attacked her. “The girls. Oh god, Sarah and Rochelle are with his friends and he’s gone back to them!”
“What?” David demanded as he glared at Paul. “If you weren’t planning on killing her then what exactly were you planning on?”
Paul refused to meet David’s eyes and instead stayed on the ground. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Marko’s head lifting and looking up at the vampires. “I...you...why can’t we make vampires?” Paul suddenly blurted out, forcing himself to glare at David as he asked his question. “You get to pick Star and Laddie to join the group but what about us? Why can’t I, Marko or Dwayne add to the gang?”
“You fucking idiot. That’s what this is about?” David gritted his teeth. This was not how he planned to spend his evening. “I don’t let you make vampires because you don’t have a fucking clue what you’re doing which you’ve shown tonight by letting her get away!” David replied, his voice rising as he spoke. He had a strong urge to throttle Paul and stepped away from the still-dazed Sarah when Marko spoke up.
“We should get out of here guys. If she goes to the cops—“Marko broke off with a shrug. He didn’t need to explain how bad that could be for them. Marko was displaying his common sense and David knew enough to listen. He could deal with Paul later. Right now they had a situation on their hands and David knew they couldn’t afford to be caught by the police. Not that they couldn’t handle the mortal cops but it would be messy and Max would be pissed.
“What are we gonna do with them?” Paul asked, gesturing at Sarah and the unconscious Rochelle. Killing them would be the easiest solution but David was hesitant to kill Sarah and knew his hold on her could slip if he killed her friend. He was good but that could be traumatic and shock her out of the trance.
Once again, Marko offered his advice. “We take them back to the cave for now and decide there”.
David nodded and turned back to Sarah who was quietly looking down at Rochelle but she didn't look upset or worried to see the dark skinned girl on the ground, just merely curious. "Sarah". The girl looked to David immediately, like a well-trained dog responding to its master's call. Not a comparison Sarah would appreciate David thought but it made him smile. "Marko you take sleeping beauty, Sarah will ride with me and Paul rides alone since he clearly can't be trusted to handle simple tasks", the pseudo leader decided with a scornful look thrown at Paul, who wisely kept his mouth shut.
Marko nodded and picked Rochelle up easily but had a little trouble keeping her on the back of the bike. He remedied the problem by pulling down the long sleeves of her cardigan over her hands and tying the fabric around his waist as Paul held her up. It wasn't perfect but Marko didn't have too far to go. He might have been able to protect her from harm like Marko had promised earlier but at least he could prevent her from flying off the bike and breaking her neck.
"It would have been easier to fly", Paul muttered as he let go of Rochelle.
"It would have been easier if you hadn't knocked her out or better yet--" Marko retorted but David interrupted.
"Boys", he said in a warning tone. "Save it for later". David was already on his bike with Sarah perched behind him, a blank look on her face that freaked Marko out a little. He had seen David use his abilities on victims before but it was rare for one to be this enthralled. Either David was working overtime or Sarah was an easy mark.
It doesn't matter. Either way she's screwed, Marko thought as his motorcycle roared to life. For a moment he wondered where Dwayne was to. At least he doesn't have to deal with this shit.
Nancy watched as Dwayne picked the lock, her eyes flickering back between the dark haired boy and the driveway. So far, no sign of Max. Inwardly, she was starting to get a little worried. What if he showed up while Dwayne and Nancy were in the house? What if he was actually a terrifying vampire and not the overgrown geek Nancy pictured? "Could you get the lead out?" Nancy snapped out Dwayne, who glared back at her in response but had finished the job at that very moment. The metal door knob turned easily beneath his hand and Dwayne stepped inside, quickly followed by the dark haired witch.
"Jeez, could we get a little light here?" Nancy murmured as her eyes strained to see through the darkness.
"Oh yeah and why don't we just light up a big sign saying 'B&E happening over here", Dwayne sarcastically replied. "Moron".
"B&E?" She could see Dwayne glance back at her and even though she couldn't make out his expression, she could practically feel the disbelief rolling off of him in waves. "What?"
"Breaking and entering", he shortly explained before wandering further into the house. The vampire obviously had no trouble seeing in the dark and knew his way around the house. Nancy was left to stumble through the front room on her own as Dwayne quickly moved to the back of the house. "Way to abandon me asshole. How much help am I going to be if your 'sire' comes home and rips my throat out?" the witch muttered.
"I heard that", Dwayne's voice called out from another room.
Nancy scowled and flipped the bird in the direction of his voice. Did you see that too? Her leg collided with a coffee table causing her to swear. "Fuck this". Nancy groped for a lamp or light switch in the dark and managed to find one after nearly knocking it over. Nancy quickly switched on the lamp and found herself in the tackiest living room. Neon lights? Are those model planes? God, is this where the eighties came to die?
"Big bad vampire my ass". Whoever this Max was, Nancy was willing to bet he would be the biggest fucking geek she had ever laid eyes on.
"What?" Dwayne had returned to the living room when he noticed the light in hallway. "Turn it off", he ordered Nancy.
"Screw you. I can't see in the dark".
"It doesn’t matter, we're leaving now anyway".
"What? After breaking in, we're just gonna leave? We didn't even find anything!"
"Will you just do as I say?!"
Nancy opened her mouth to retort when she noticed headlights out through the window. Dwayne followed her gaze and quickly killed the lights. "Shit, now what?" Nancy hissed. Dwayne held up a finger to silence the witch, a gesture she could just make out thanks to the window light. It felt like her heart was pounding and she nearly jumped out of her skin when Thorn growled from outside.
"It's not Max", Dwayne whispered, the relief easily heard in his voice.
"Yeah, well who is it then?" she whispered back but Dwayne ignored her and moved closer to the hallway. Nancy had followed after him to repeat her question when she heard voices.
"Are you sure man? I thought I saw a light".
"Yeah, I'm sure. Nobody's home. We'll be in and out in no time".
"Looks like a dump to me", a third voice spoke up.
"The owns two movie stores, he's gotta have something worth stealing".
“Fuck, shut the dog up will you?”
OH.MY.GOD.
It was too funny. The house was being broken into again. Nancy had to stop herself from laughing out loud. I thought this kinda shit only happened in movies or bad sitcoms. She glanced at Dwayne, expecting to share an amused look but was surprised by the angry look on his face. What? It's okay if you break in but god forbid anyone else do it? Hypocrite.
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