I feel like since I now have a couple of other side blogs I should make a little intro post.
this is my main blog so it’ll be a bunch of fandom bullshit but it’s ALSO where I post some fanfics (and where I post about my ao3 fanfics) (my ao3 is thedoorwasbigenough)
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sideblogs:
the lost boys (OC) - @yourlocalboardwalkwitch
dc/gotham city (OC) - @juneingothamcity
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requests:
Open! Here’s a list of fandoms:
the lost boys (musical/movie)
the Witcher (book/show)
stranger things
marvel (x-men/mcu)
dc (mostly batfam/superfam but request anything and I’ll do my research!!)
being human (uk version)
basically any vampire media or vampire AUs I live for that shit
these are the big ones right now but basically, if you see me shit post about it, it’s fair game
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boundaries:
my blog is a safe space for everyone, but if you’re a minor please just scroll past when I label something as nsfw or anything of the sort
that being said, I don’t have a lot of experience writing smut, but I will do it!! it just might take longer than some other prompts
in terms of what I’m okay with writing, I haven’t come across much that I flat out won’t write (apart from pedophilia and noncon) but trust I will let you know privately and respectfully if I need to skip over your request!
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PS:
if you have a rp account in one of the fandoms I listed and are looking for another character to rp with shoot me a dm cause I love that shit and I WILL make another sideblog
soooo ummm would anyone read a crossover fic where bill and ted accidentally take the phone booth to another dimension COUGH COUGH Santa Carla and then Ted feels very gay things for Marko
first time writing fanfiction of a character : uughh i hope this is all canon accurate... it cant be canon innacurate at all or the enitire fandom will throw rocks at me...
10057th time writing the character: heres them working at a mcdonalds
All These Things That I’ve Done (3758 words) by thedoorwasbigenough
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: The Lost Boys (Movies)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Michael Emerson/Star (Lost Boys), David & Dwayne & Marko & Paul (Lost Boys), David & Star (Lost Boys), David & Michael Emerson (Lost Boys), David & Dwayne & Marko & Paul & Star (Lost Boys)
Characters: David (Lost Boys), Michael Emerson (Lost Boys), Star (Lost Boys), Dwayne (Lost Boys), Paul (Lost Boys), Lucy Emerson, Sam Emerson
Additional Tags: Past Character Death, Post-Canon, Canonical Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Human David (Lost Boys), Time Travel
Summary:
Dwayne and Paul woke up to the smell of blood and the sound of a heartbeat, thinking he’d get an easy meal. Turns out it’s just David…David as a human…With no recollection of being a vampire…Surely this will be easy enough to manage…Right?
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Ok so this is kinda a couple of weeks post canon. Marko is sadly still no more, but Dwayne, Paul, and David were sort of rescued in the final fight by Max (who was then killed by grandpa). This idea came to me in a dream but basically I think that there’s a lot of character moment potential here. Enjoy! :)
has anyone else read the unproduced lost boys prequel script? cause oh my god I journaled abt it in my film journal as I was reading and it took up four (five?) whole pages I have so many thoughts on this script.
I might post pics of my notes when I get home from work.
sry it’s taking so long to get through asks and stuff I’ve been hit with the ao3 writer’s curse. Like I am a walking medical complication. I am one bad day away from them naming an illness after me.
Hi! I saw your post, and I was wondering if you could do a thing of any one of the Lost Boys (your choice) looking out for Star? Pre movie/musical
Lost
words: 1.6k
tags: Paul & Star, Pre-Canon, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst
warnings: very brief/vague mention of violence, mention of depression
note: I loveee this prompt. I saw pre canon and took that personally so this is like before she even got turned. I hope you like it!
Throwing rocks. One of Paul’s favorite pastimes. Was it childish? Yes. But being a little childish was a calm respite from tearing surf nazis limb from limb. Of course, he enjoyed that as well, but there had to be balance, otherwise who knew how long ago he would’ve gone insane. He saw it in Max. Too much pure ruthlessness for too long curdled a mind like milk, turned it bitter and…well, just plain scary.
So there he stood, catapulting stones from the boardwalk, across the beach, and into the water, seeing how many would make it to the ocean instead of skidding through the wet sand (almost all of them, by the way). He never would have expected the vampire strength would come in handy in such an odd way. It wasn’t often that he got alone time, mostly because he didn’t find himself needing too much, but David was going to see Max, and Dwayne and Marko were hunched over their latest craft endeavors. A new patch for Marko’s jacket and a new batch of charms to dangle from one of the cave’s many useless support beams (all materials stolen from last night’s meal). Paul elected to take his joint out for a walk instead.
He took a long drag then grabbed another—decidedly heavier—stone from the outskirts of the sand, then watched as it soared across the sand. This one was dangerously low to the ground for most of the trip and barely even made it to the wet sand portion of the beach. It sent up a spray of sand and suddenly something flinched.
Paul squinted and realized that something was a lump of fabric far out on the beach. No, that’s not right. That was a person. A girl in a long skirt, wrapped in a large shawl, had just been assaulted by a ballistic of sand.
“Oh, shit,” Paul whispered to himself as he jumped from the creaky wooden planks of the boardwalk down to the sandy beach. He strolled quickly down the sand until he was standing over her. She was hunched over, seemingly ignoring his presence. “Um, sorry. The rock, that was me, so uh… I guess I’ll cut it out now.”
It took her a while to answer, but when she did, her voice was carefully monotone, “It’s fine.”
Slowly she removed her shawl and started to brush sand out of her long brown hair. He caught more of what she looked like—sharp jawline, frizzy curls, freckles on her shoulder that reminded him of constellations. As she fixed her hair, he got the slightest impression of the crook of her neck. Paul felt the beginnings of fangs nicking the inside of his bottom lip, and for a moment the world flickered as he felt his eyes shift back and forth. He’d forgotten how hungry he got when he smoked.
Paul squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds and took another drag, hoping he would calm the fuck down. Whatever was going to happen with this lonely girl, he wasn’t stupid enough to do something like that right next to the boardwalk.
He heard her take a sharp breath in, then immediately try to stifle it. Her hands moved to cover a face that he already could not see. Paul raised his eyebrows and took a small step closer, standing at her side rather than right behind her. “Are you…good? Or…”
Great move, Paul. She didn’t answer for a long time. And it almost looked like she was holding her breath. Is she scared? I haven’t even done anything yet. Finally, she let her breath out in a strangled sob, one that didn’t stop for a while. Paul’s eyes widened and he took another step forward, kicking the rock aside and taking its spot in the sand next to her.
He would have to find something else to eat that night.
“I’m really sorry about the rock, seriously. I didn’t know anyone was still on the beach, or I wouldn’t have-“
“It’s not about the stupid rock,” all of her practiced monotony was gone as she buried her head in her arms. Her shoulders shook almost violently.
“Then what…” Paul was at a loss. I am too high for this right now. “What’s…wrong?”
She finally looked up. Her eyes were puffy and her cheeks were rosy and dripping with tears. Paul couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen someone like this. There had been many tears of fear and anger over the decades, but such utter sadness had been lost to him until then. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice breaking, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Hey, hey,” Paul swung an arm around her, squeezing her shoulder. She shivered a bit under his touch, pulling her shawl closer, but didn’t pull away, “It’s okay. What’s your name?”
“Star,” she said with a sniffle. The question seemed to take her mind away from the problem at hand.
He smiled widely, “Star?” She wiped a tear away and nodded, “You have a beautiful name, Star.”
“Will you stop that?”
“What?”
“That. Whatever game you’re playing,” She shifted around to face him, though still not moving away from the arm around her. “The touchiness, the compliments, the caring. I know you’re only doing it to get something from me.”
Paul’s smile turned wolfish as he couldn’t resist remarking, “Well if we’re talking about getting some-“
Star threw his arm off of her shoulder and crossed her own arms, resting them atop her knees. “Just go away.”
He scooted a bit closer, but kept his hands to himself this time, leaning back on his palms. “Sorry. Not leaving till I know you’re not gonna throw yourself off Hudson’s Bluff first chance you get.”
“What the hell is Hudson’s Bluff?”
Paul raised his eyebrows. “Oh, from out of town, are we?” She just turned her head away. “Where are you from, Star?”
Her fingers fidgeted with the tattered ends of her shawl, “Doesn’t matter.”
“Okay…so, where are you going?” Star looked at him with confusion. “Come on, this place isn’t the goal for anybody. It’s all tourists and pit-stops. Y’know, most of the people who’ve died in this city never actually lived here?”
She shot him a scrutinizing glare, “How would you know that?”
Paul shrugged, “I read sometimes,” he leaned a little bit closer, “My point is, you’re obviously running from something. So spill.”
Star looked at him for a long time, probably debating whether or not to trust a stranger with her story. Finally, she let out a deep sigh. “I don’t really know. I mean…I feel like I’ve been so unhappy for so long, and I thought leaving everything behind would help, but…but it didn’t, so I guess it’s just me. I’m the answer. The source of the problem—the fucking dark cloud.”
Before she could say another terrible thing, Paul wrapped her in his arms. “That’s not true.”
She leaned over and quickly returned the hug, wrapping her arms around his waist as she leaned into his side, burying her face in his jacket. All he could see was the shake of a head, sending ripples through brown curls. “You don’t know that. You don’t know me.”
“I know. This is weird, and I’m a stranger and we only met because I was being stupid, and I don’t know anything about you,” Paul said as he squeezed her shoulders a bit—a trick he learned from Dwayne. Pressure helped. It was grounding. “But I know about dark clouds and bad people. I know it when I see it, and I don’t see it in you.”
He rubbed circles into her back and felt her arms tighten around him. Paul wasn’t sure if Star believed him, but it seemed like she was done crying. One of his hands let go of her and reached for something in his pocket.
“Want a hit?”
She let go and looked at him, confused. “What do you-“ Star’s gaze found the joint between his fingers. He stuck it between his teeth then grabbed his lighter with the same hand, lighting it up with ease. Paul took a drag then held it out in front of Star. For the first time since they met, she smiled. It was a small smile, and her face was still blotchy and tear stained, but it was bright. She reached out for the joint, muttering under her breath in the process, “This is so bizarre…”
He laughed, “I’m Paul, by the way.”
“Paul,” she blew out a puff of smoke, “I’m glad we met.”
“Well I’m glad you’re glad we met,” Paul smiled. He turned to look at her, “Hey, I know this sounds sketch, but if you need a place to crash…”
Star shook her head with a sheepish smile, “Oh I wouldn’t want to-”
“Paul.”
He immediately turned around. David was standing further up the beach. He looked frustrated, disheartened—as he usually did after a trip to Max’s house—but there was something more to it. David looked like he’d just been given an execution order. He had the same eyes as someone who’d just been commanded to kick a puppy.
Wouldn’t be surprised…
“David,” Paul took his arm away from Star, who had tuned around to look at David too, “Uh, this is Star.”
David scanned Star with vague interest, zeroing in on her teary eyes. Something in his stature shifted, like a problem had just been solved. He smiled softly, taking a few steps forward and crouching in the sand to their level. “Star…you look lost…”
Star looked at Paul, but Paul was looking at David. He knew that look. It was rare, but it was true, completely genuine. Star nodded slowly.
David nodded back, as if he expected this answer, “We can help with that.”
I wanna write so much lost boys fanfic but I can’t pick any one idea so if you want me to write anything, send me a request!!
I don’t super know what my boundaries are, but I’m pretty flexible. Just know that if there’s something I don’t feel comfy writing, I’ll shoot you a polite dm abt it :)
but literally send me anything and I’ll get to it as soon as I can!!
so like in theory if I were to write a little time travel one shot about like one of the lost boys’ human forms from the past swapping places with the vampire version of themselves in 1987 with a little bit of angst and a little bit of found family hurt comfort who else would be into that?
alsoooo if you have a take on this and wanna write something with the idea PLS DO AND TAG ME I WANNA READ IT ALL
warnings: uhhh some mention of blood and violence but this one is quite chill for a tlb fic
THIS IS PART ONE! THERE WILL BE MORE!
Dwayne’s eyes snapped open. He smelled blood. He heard a heartbeat. It was barely an hour after sunset and some summer-house asshole had already snuck down into the fallen hotel on a dare. Or for the thrill. Or, hey, maybe they had a camera with them. It didn’t matter. These were Dwayne’s favorite kinds of nights. When dinner just seemed to waltz through their door with what smelled like a scraped knee and a sliced open hand.
He grinned and dropped from the ceiling, then looked up. Marko was gone. He was usually up early to tend to the birds and hit an arcade game or two before the real hunt started. But not tonight. Tonight he was just. Gone. David was out early, or at least he wasn’t here. Dwayne couldn’t blame him. He’d been switching up the routine ever since that whole incident with the Emersons and Max. They’d all been lucky to escape with their un-lives that night. Dwayne instinctively looked over to the bed that Star and Laddie usually slept in, but they were gone too. Laddie had gone home, and Star was staying with Michael. Paul, of course, was still asleep.
Dwayne rolled his eyes and picked up a pebble, chucking it up at Paul’s head. He smiled at the animalistic features that surfaced as he woke with a start, then faded to just plain annoyance. Paul landed next to Dwayne, giving him a shove that didn’t do much. If there were any two members of the Lost Boys that roughhoused the most, it was Paul (unstoppable force) and Dwayne (immovable object). Again, the older vampire rolled his eyes.
“Do you smell that?” He asked at a whisper. It only took a brief inhale for Paul’s face to light up.
“We’ve got a tourist in the lobby,” Paul answered with a cool grin, ever the bloodhound of the group, “hurt themselves on the way down. And there’s something a bit…familiar, too.”
“Familiar?”
“Yeah. What? You don’t smell that?” Paul smiled, “I hope it’s one of those Frog brats. I’ve been waiting for a chance to-“
“If it’s one of them, we’ve gotta wait until David gets back,” Dwayne said simply, “it’s probably not, though. Those assholes wouldn’t come here at night,” he walked towards the crumbling doorway that led to the main room, “I’m willing to bet it’s some kid on summer break who wants a good story.”
“Well, we’ve got plenty of those,” Paul walked right past him, into the more open space. It was completely dark. Dwayne took the lighter from his jacket pocket and worked on getting the bonfire lit up while Paul approached a huddled form in the corner.
Dwayne raised his eyebrows, but kept his opinions to himself. Not wasting any time tonight. A familiar voice however, turned his head immediately.
“Get the hell away from me!”
The cave lit up with an orange glow as he tossed a lit torch into the fire pit. He rushed towards the frantic voice and the smell of blood.
“David?”
David looked different. His hair was a much darker blond and less viscously styled than it usually was. On top of that, his clothes were different. He was wearing brown work pants that were stained with dirt and blood and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. They’d never seen him look so shaken up before. Never seen him look so human.
“How do you know my name?” David asked quickly. He reached down to his belt and drew a pistol. “Where am I?”
Paul glanced sideways at Dwayne. “What’s wrong with him? Why the hell does he have a heartbeat?”
“I don’t know…” Dwayne looked at David, “What’s the last thing you remember?”
He could see the wheels turning in their (former) fearless leader’s head. That much hadn’t changed. He was hurt, and human, and scared, but still calculating the risk and reward as always. “I was leaving. I’d just made dinner for Be—“ he broke off, eyeing the two suspiciously, “for my little sister, and then I had to go to work. And I was outside, saddling the horse, and then…”
When he trailed off, Paul cocked his head. “Then what?”
“I don’t know, suddenly I felt a pain in my chest. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I was here.”
Paul nodded slowly before turning to Dwayne with a lowered voice, “This is some Time Bandits bullshit.”
“I’d really love to tell you how stupid that is but…”
“What are you talking about?” David was still holding the gun. He’d let down some of his guard, but he stayed alert. “Why do you two act like you know me?”
His patience was wearing thin, Dwayne noticed—something that rarely happened with the David they knew. It was easy to be patient when you had more time to kill. This version of him, however, had somewhere to be. A family he’d never talked about before who seemed to be counting on him.
“It’s a long story,” Dwayne said, “you’re just gonna have to trust us.”
He only half believed his own words. He certainly wouldn’t trust himself. It seemed like David shared the same sentiment. “Trust is earned. And so far you’ve been nothing but vague, and your friend here,” David sent a glare in Paul’s direction—which Paul instinctively stepped back from, “practically jumped me. I thought I was getting held up, and I don’t even have any money on me!“ he let out an incredulous laugh, which turned into a pained cough.
David put his hand to his side and winced.
“And somewhere along the way, I cracked a rib, which is just…” he looked at his hand, at the nasty slice in his palm, and grimaced, “wonderful.”
Dwayne’s eyes widened. He put an arm out in front of Paul just in time to catch him stalking any further. The blond’s eyes were locked on the blood still dripping from the wound. He grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away. “Go. Get to a pay phone. Call Star.”
It took Paul a few seconds to pull his eyes away from the blood. “Star’s with Michael.”
“Then call Michael.”
“But-“
“I don’t care,” Dwayne glanced back at David, “He’d be more pissed about you biting him than anything else.”
Paul nodded. “Okay…yeah, I’ll go. But are you gonna…tell him?”
“He has a right to know.”
“Won’t he freak?”
Dwayne held back a scoff, “Come on. He’s still David. David doesn’t freak.”
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Once again, Dwayne stared down the barrel of a gun with a bored expression and a hunger that clawed at him. David’s hand shook just the slightest bit and his jaw remained clenched to high hell. After explaining everything—well, almost everything—David’s resolve had fractured like a pane of glass meeting a pebble. Dwayne wondered if this is how the young man looked when Max first came to him.
“Vampires,” he said shakily, “Vampires?”
“I can prove it if you want-“
“No!” David quickly collected himself, “No, that… you don’t need to do that,” he paused for a moment, looking around, “So, your friend…Paul? Is he also…”
“Yeah.”
“Where’d he go?”
“He went to get help.”
“Help?”
Dwayne sighed, “It’s not safe down here, not with the way hunting has been going for us for the past few days. And you’re bleeding in two different places. Paul isn’t the best at restraint.”
David looked thoroughly disturbed. “Well at least you seem…better at it,” his eyes scanned the crumbling hotel lobby, “Are you the leader here, or something?”
He laughed, “Actually, you were. Will be. Still not sure how this works.”
“That makes two of us,” he said, “How do I know you’re not lying to me?”
“About what?”
“About being…uh, restrained,” David gestured with his pistol for emphasis. Dwayne raised his eyebrows. “How do I know this isn’t some sick joke?”
“Yeah, of course you’d think of that,” he muttered. Who else but David to fabricate a hilariously sadistic plot? And who else but David to immediately suspect that he was the victim of one? Dwayne walked across the room to one of the broken tables they’d all shoved into the corners. He grabbed the leg and quickly snapped it off before stalking back to David and holding it out for him to take, “This will do more than a bullet.”
David looked at it carefully, then looked at Dwayne. He slowly holstered his pistol and took the makeshift stake with his uninjured hand. “What now?”
“Now we wait.”
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Sam Emerson was sat on the couch with a bag of pretzels and a Batman comic when the phone rang. He poked his head up over the cover. Mom was at work (somehow able to keep her job at the video store under new management), and Michael was asleep. It was nice to know that his brother could finally sleep in the night again. Sam, however, was taking a bit longer to get there after everything that had happened.
He groaned and got up to answer the phone. “Hello?”
“Hey,” an eerily familiar voice said, “Which Emerson am I talking to right now? Sam?”
“Yeah…Who is this?”
“Can I talk to Star?”
Sam’s blood went cold. He gripped the phone tight. “If you think we’re gonna let any of you vampire freaks near her, you’re dead wrong.”
The man on the other line sighed. It sounded like half frustration, half exhaustion. “I’m all the way across town right now, but I could be crashing through your window again in less than five minutes,” whichever vampire he was speaking to gave a pause, “but I won’t, cause I haven’t eaten in days, and I don’t wanna make a mess I’ll have to clean up myself.”
Sam didn’t say anything.
“Y’know, I can hear your heartbeat through the receiver. I know you’re still there.”
“What?!” He heard a bark of laughter on the other end of the call. “That’s not funny!”
“Go get Star.”
“She’s sleeping.”
“Then get Michael.”
“He’s also sleeping.”
“Then fucking wake him up!” The tone of voice got more aggressive by the second, “There’s someone in the Atlantis, we need them out by morning.”
“Don’t you kill people? I mean, I’m not condoning it or anything, but isn’t that your usual solution?”
“Sam, every word out of your mouth makes a trip to the Emerson household sound more and more appealing-”
“I’ll go get Michael.”
Sam set the phone down on the table without hanging up and then ran up the stairs. He stood in front of Michael’s room for a good thirty seconds before deciding to knock. Last time he barged in, he and Star were doing god knows what (he screamed and ran away quicker than he could actually see anything). He heard the slow creaking of the bed and watched the doorknob wiggle a bit before turning fully to open.
Star stood in the doorway wearing a pair of Lucy’s old pajama bottoms and one of Michael’s t-shirts. She was rubbing the sleep from her eyes and her hair was a mess of bed head.
“Sammy? What’s wrong?”
His mouth hung open for a bit as he floundered out an apology. Sam tried to be as nice to Star as possible in the past couple of weeks. It was mostly to make up for the whole threatening her and Laddie with a stake thing, but also because he knew she’d just walked out of the world’s shittiest situation, and into his grandfather’s creepy taxidermy television-less murder house. He knew what that felt like (to a certain degree).
“Sam, seriously. What’s wrong?” There was a growing concern on her face.
Sam sighed, “someone’s on the phone asking for you.”
“Me? Who would be asking for-“ Star stopped talking as soon as the realization hit her. Her lips pressed into a thin line. “I knew we should’ve staked the rest of them when we had the chance…” she muttered to herself as she gently pushed past Sam and sped down the stairs.
Sam ran after her, only half catching whatever Michael was muttering from the bedroom as he slowly but surely woke up. By the time they were both downstairs, Michael was trailing behind, making his way down. Star practically threw herself at the idle phone.
“What do you want?” She demanded.
“Star!” The voice on the other line sounded delighted, “I thought you were getting your beauty sleep. Then again, you never needed much-“
“Cut to the chase, Paul.”
Michael immediately stood at attention at the mention of the name. He walked up behind Star, close enough to hear what was being said, and put a hand on her shoulder. Sam stood back, only catching half of the conversation.
“It’s about David. He’s…changed.”
“And why is this our problem?” Michael chimed in.
“Mike! Wow, the whole family’s here. Is Mrs. Emerson present? Or should I hit the video store after this-“
“Stay away from her!” Star and Michael yelled at the same time. Sam jumped a bit. He didn’t want to know what that was about.
“Jesus, fine. They never have the good stuff there anyway.”
“Paul,” Star said, pinching the bridge of her nose, “David. You were talking about David.”
“Right. How do I say this?” He paused, letting out a long sigh, “David’s human,” Star and Michael shared a look, “and sort of…deprived of all post-vampire memories—we think it’s some kind of time travel body swap situation.”
Star let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh, “Paul, you did not just wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me that David’s been back to the future’d.”
“Come on, Star. Vampires are real. Who knows what else is possible.”
“Okay, fine. What does this have to do with me?”
“He can’t stay at the Atlantis. It’s not safe.”
“Why don’t you just turn him?”
“We don’t know what would happen if this ever got reversed,” Paul said, “Plus, he’d be so pissed.”
She nodded, “He would, wouldn’t he?”
There was a long pause, “You don’t have to think of it as helping David, or…or helping us. I know things are weird. Just think of it as helping a stranger on the boardwalk,” His voice sounded a lot more solemn. It pulled at Star’s heart. Just a little bit. “I mean, he is practically a stranger now. He came from a completely different life. I want our David back, but this one shouldn’t have to hang around in a cave while we figure it out.”
Star lowered the phone a bit and looked at Michael. They shared a series of looks that Sam could only describe as a sort of teen sweetheart telepathy.
Sam, completely in the dark, looked at the both of them expectantly, “Well? What was that about? What did he say?”
The Lost Boys from David's perspective starts off kinda funny and quickly goes tragic. Your dad explains his grand plan to simultaneously get himself a wife and you and your brothers a mum, your job is to turn her kids into vampires but do it in a way that convinces them it's super cool. Your kinda sister who wishes she wasn't catches the oldest son's eye so bingo you've got your in; cue motorbike race to your kickass underground hotel. "You're eating worms" gag, make him drink your blood, all's going well and you're having some great homoerotic tension with the guy. Then one morning Michael's kid brother and his shitheel friends break into your house, kill your little brother whilst he's sleeping, and to add insult to injury your sister and youngest brother have gone with them. So naturally you decide to go scorched earth on these fuckers and get revenge for your brother, go break into their house and have more homoerotic tension with Michael as your remaining brothers and then yourself are killed violently for the crimes of getting a little quirky at night
