inspired by The Lost Boys because of the lack of Alan Frog

"You never even told me you liked me! You just called whenever you felt like and expected me to pick up!"

The argument from 10 minutes ago in the public eye still ran around in my head with no competition. 

"I never told you I liked you because I don't. I hate you. I thought you were hot but now I can see you're just a mega-bitch!"

The things he said 10 minutes ago, however, were hurting me more than the things I said and the lack of meaning behind them.  The customers in their little store that late afternoon watched in confusion at what they thought was a little lovers quarrel but little did they know it was a bust-up between some really confused friends. 

You see, Alan and I were never actually a thing you know. I mean sure we blew each other sometimes and used each other to learn and experiment with life but that was the limit. There was a bit of making out with a trace of romantics.

Neither of us ever said that there were strings attached nevermind if they could actually be cut by both of us at the exact same time and we were just competing to see whos would break first. 

What made my feet kick the street lights of Santa Carla, even more, was the fact that I didn't know all these bad things until today. As far as I knew, things were pretty smooth sailing up to about here...

The phone rings. Pick up. 

"You rang?" I sing into the line with a smirk. 

I pretend all I want but I knew who was waiting on the other end of that stupid plastic thingy. 

"5 minutes. The store. Walk the safe way, it's busy tonight out there."

"If it's busy then how will we-"

And he hangs up. 

That's how it went every single time. I'd comply and then...

I don't feel a flicker of pain as I am thrown into a shelf. Books that were once neatly organised now decorated the floor like colourful droplets of shame and a couple even lingered on our shoulders.

He was kissing me fiercely, tongue making the odd appearance making the legs that were trying to hold the rest of my body up fidget and buckle. Though it was rough, passionate, wild and intense my hands never moved from his hair except varying the pressure in my hair pulling depending on how many of those heavenly noises I wanted to hear from him.  

The flatline was approaching in our kissing and we moved to the next step. I didn't look for danger on the ground and without a shadow of doubt or anxiousness, I  sank to my knees with the sound of a zip and gasp as I take him into my- 

You get the gist.

As I think about all of this, the wetness streaming out of my eyeballs contrasts heavily with the droplets threatening to spill out on my underwear making my walk zig-zag along the boardwalk. I looked like another one of those drunk teens that had nothing better to do with their lives.

And, you know what? They were right. 

All I wanted to do was feel sorry for myself in the crisp winter air, where the weather should've brought less eager spenders but instead, I found myself with less shoulder than I had before.  I didn't know, that could be the day where I was finally alone with no one to talk to for the rest of my teenage years!

There were a couple of whispers and whistles but I couldn't really hear them in detail over the sound of my own thoughts screaming in my head and sobbing every time I blinked. A walking emotional wreck, I could see in the papers the next day. 

Somehow though a voice made it to the front of the stage, forcing me to listen no matter how much I wanted to carry on performing.

"Save your tears doll."

I turned to see a normal looking guy in a not so normal pitch-black jacket with a couple of not so normal-looking friends too. Through the tears blinding me I could see the devilish smirk and yet I was foolish enough to talk. 

"Stay out of it blondie, it's none of your business," I spat making no eye contact and trying to drain myself of all further emotions before I got too blind. 

He winces with a chuckle, slowly making his way towards the middle of the boardwalk where I was slouching, a couple of buckled heavy footsteps following him too. 

"Ouch, what's your damage, Y/N?" the blonde I recognised from around the streets late at night was darker from the shadows but in the direct light of my shining eyes was icy and colder. 

In fact, I recognised all of them though they seemed way more normal up close and better looking too. They might've been intimidating but it took a lot to scare old me. 

Though I recognised them, I did not know them on the level that they would approach me and also know my name...

Without any further comments from either of them except the odd chuckle and clearing of the throat since I presumed all these pesky looking teens were bound to be smokers. You never know nowadays, even the little blonde curly haired one in the back could be a killer behind those big eyes. 

But I wasn't naming any names!

With a shuffle, the guy towering over me creating a shadow somehow even in the peak of night time pulls a tissue out of the inner pocket of his blanket of a coat. It wrapped him up ready for the coldest of weathers even though it was meant to be 75 tomorrow! 

It was a nice gesture from far away, someone might've even said it was sweet for the young man to offer the young lady a tissue to wipe away her pain. I couldn't use any excuses since the tears decided to continue sprinting down my cheeks despite all my attention being taken away from the past half hour.  

The blindness urges my hand forward and it grazes the tissue. The entire hand traps mine and pulls me into a deadly embrace with arms locked around me with not a single chain to cool my skin. 

I try and try to get out of his hold but the laughs and my inferiority make my emotions get the better of me and suddenly I find myself fighting through tears once more. My fighting grows weaker and one of the man's hands slither up my neck to cup my chin in his direction. His eyes are now yellow and orange that the daylight wouldn't dare reveal. That kind of horror in a seemingly human face could kill if seen in the morning. 

"We're going for a walk."

The heels of my shoes create tiny spikes in the wood as I scrape it to death. I didn't know where I was being taken, this could be my last mark on the world that wasn't blood stains or rotting flesh so I had to try my best to put that off for as long as possible. 

Even in my bubble of danger here where no passer-by seemed to bat an eyelash might I add, I found myself thinking about nothing other than the fight and I knew for a fact Alan would blame himself if anything were to happen tonight. He always told me to never walk alone at night and I wasn't! I was running, crying and I didn't really have a choice in that matter anyway.

Maybe I shouldn't have brought up my feelings. You're told to talk and everyone is just supposed to stop whatever it is they're doing and listen to poor old you because apparently you're the most important person on this planet. But, what they don't tell you is that maybe that other person doesn't want to hear it, for example, Mr Frog over there and our teenage lust.

The sound of a stereo brings me back from my lazy staggers across the boardwalk to life again with my hands pinned to the small of my back like a criminal. I didn't even do anything wrong! 

I look ahead and see the comic-book store knowing that I had to do everything in my power to stop them all from going in, Edgar and Alan's confidence would get the better of them and they'd end up dead meat. 

Edgar is there, pretending to clean up a perfectly clean stack of books when he notices the shitstorm in the entrance to his workplace. I am pushed in by a gloved hand from the crowd and they follow me in a line, making me look like a groupie to some kind of boyband. 

Edgar scans my face in confused realisation, shaggy hair secured around that whizzing head of his. He keeps his eye on us all, scared of the next move and shouts for his brother to which I glare at him and send him a look. 

"Alan!"

There is a muffled response yelling his name over and over until there's a huff and some heavy footsteps. 

"What do you want?" 

The hint of fear is more obvious in his voice than he would care to admit but he still stood casually with a gruff voice as usual. 

"Christ Edgar, what is it," a blotchy faced Alan emerges from the corner and slows down once spotting the mess of a situation he's walked in on. 

"What's going on, David?" he asks, not daring to move another centimetre in those dark skinny jeans of his. 

The hands holding my arms to my back were beginning to torture me as they dug my hands into my spine forcefully, making me grit my teeth and concentrate. 

"One of your buddies that you hang out with has a really annoying brother who thinks he can sneak into our hideout and make out with my girl because she thinks he's cute," the voice booms above me, muting the stereo and even my own heartbeat for a second although it dripped with youthful jealousy. 

I kinda laughed on the inside. My hands were currently being bruised and the boys in front of me were absolutely bricking it cause of some jealous boyfriend?

"What does that have to do with me, asshole?" I rummage in his grasp until I am pulled real close, arms now by my sides once more. I could've cried with relief but I was too busy concentrating on the lack of space behind my butt and his crotch and also the fact that I was so close to his chest but there was no heartbeat.

"Yeah she has nothing to do with it man, let her go. It's Michael you want, right?" Edgar announces nervously, the lack of people around making his next moves unpredictable.

I was trying not to look into those eyes of his, wanting a couple of good night's sleep in case there was a slim chance that I'd make it out of this without being killed in front of my crush and my friend. However, he sucked me in like I was a bit of dirt on the rug that he was vacuuming. 

"I thought, to punish you all for helping a guy like that and turning your back on us I'd give you a taste of your own medicine here," his hand tickles along my jawline but fingernails like real nails themselves were leaving scratches behind like sex without all the pleasure. 

I hear a step forward and heads snap towards Alan's direction. His chest busts out of that khaki shirt of his over and over and he stares emotionless at the scene ahead of him. 

"But, it won't hurt at all right? You don't like her, in fact, I think you even said you hated her. Isn't that right?" This David character somehow had too much sarcasm behind him to not know the history between Alan and I so the questioning earlier on before this circus was in fact pointless. 

I want to break away but part of me wants to take advantage of this tension and find out the truth but God knows what the human brain makes up in a moment of crisis. I could just be listening to what I want to hear and that could be far from the truth. The hatred in his words earlier come back to me and although I find myself in a hostage situation, I have no motivation to escape with the same dark reality facing me no the other side of those arms if I break free. 

Oh, what to do. 

"No comment?"

But, life doesn't let me think for myself and another blonde in white jeans comes from the side under a silent command and pulling me from my waist into his chest so I am fully looking at this David now. 

The layers he wears is louder than him as he starts menacingly towards me, cupping my cheek and kissing me into the chest of the guy behind me so there was no way I could escape. His lips were strange and addictive but in a bad way since I knew it wasn't myself that was making me crave them. Every part of my body twitched to try and move but I was paralysed, scared to look anywhere in case any of them were missing. 

"Let her go!" Edgar yells and I open my eyes to find two other wannabe boy band members holding them back too with the same menacing grin and the same force. 

Alan is silent but with a snarl and his teeth were visible beyond his growls. He was trying to wiggle out of their grip just like me but it was no use, although he seemed to be way further away from them than I did. 

David kept kissing me over and over until it became suffocating and I was let go and tossed to the side like a dirty used rag. I whimper through my tender lips to my aching and I have a moment to just think about the future now instead of the past. What was I gonna do to escape this? 

I am grabbed again, too harshly for me to be saved and find myself avoiding more and more kisses from the second guy that was holding me back. 

The lust and taunting were strengthening his grip and the laughing was getting louder and louder until I freed my elbow and drove it into his torso. His hand suddenly whips my cheek with a sound more painful than the actual contact and another growl is heard. 

"Get your hands off my girl!" A battle cry is heard and the brunette in the army shirt is running towards the rock dude with a stake in his hand until it is no longer there and stuck in the dude's heart! 

"Alan, what the hell you just killed that-"

"They're vampires Y/N! Stake through the heart, just do it," he shakes my shoulders to get me out of my confused coma and slams a stake into my hands like he always keeps a spare. 

"Let's do this!" Edgar screams. 

The guy from before is a now unintimidating pile of dust on the ground but for the others, it was like every other teen movie ever made. Like nerds surrounded by the cool kid bullies, we find ourselves surrounded.

They do most of the action but I manage to distract a few and drive them right into the tip of another's stake. Death comes close to me quite a few times although I wasn't really sure I believed the two yet it was better to believe than to doubt in that situation. They cover the shelves in weird non-blood liquid and strips of fashion until there is not a single moving person in the place as we all stand in shock. 

"Well? Is anyone gonna say anything?" I ask to the wall apparently, the two brothers looking astonished at their own hands that just destroyed an entire teenage army.

They were kids, this was murder. But, it's all okay cause they were vampires? 

I would've thought this if Alan hadn't stomped towards me in the same fashion as David from earlier but with less menace in his eye. 

"I told you not to walk the boardwalk at night," he lectures meanly, gripping my wrists and pulling them towards his torso until his lips can capture my own. 

He kisses over the bad memories from before and the tender bruising of my lips turn into a trigger that makes even more bursts of joy and pleasure tingle through my entire body. This was great, whatever it was. Whoever he was to me, boyfriend, amazing fuck-buddy, he would always be my hero.

And that was good enough for me.