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Lost and Found	By : kmcracerx Category: G through L > Lost Boys Views: 5102 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Boys, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 1

Awareness came
slowly to Cora�s foggy brain.� She tried
to remember what happened.� But there
was only blackness.� Her eyes felt
gritty as she opened them and blinked several times.� A glowing blur was slowly descending into the horizon.� Her mouth was filled with cotton.� She tried to swallow.� Man, do I need a drink or what.� The gentle buzz in her ears sharpened
until she could hear individual waves lapping against the beach.� The
beach.� That�s where I am.� But how?� Remembering the glowing blur, she looked back to the horizon as
the sun slipped under.� Sunset.�
Sunset?� That would mean I�m on
the west coast.� What the f�� Her thought trailed off as a group of five
people stumbled past her.� She could
smell the liquor on them from 20 feet away.�
She watched as the drunken group laughed and fought their way up the
beach, to the boardwalk.�
Deciding to follow
the group to the boardwalk, her stomach rumbled.� Guess I need something to eat, too.� Cora stood up, only to throw her arms out to keep her
balance.� Shutting her eyes tight and
taking a deep breath, Cora willed her head to stop spinning, willed her knees
to not buckle from underneath her.� When
her world stopped twisting about, Cora opened her eyes and trudged up the sandy
beach to the boardwalk.
Standing at the
top of the stairs, Cora took in her surroundings.� People walked, talked, and giggled all over.� To the left and to the right, the boardwalk
stretched as far as she could see.�
Teeny bopper girls squealed as the boys across from them looked their
way.� Hard core punks congregated around
a bench with their pink and blue mohawks, studded collars and safety pins stuck
through various body parts.� Four older teens
strolled up and down the boardwalk in their country club outfits, probably on a
double date, quietly snickering as they walked past the punks.� Average pedestrians and tourists shuffled in
and out of the shops selling little trinkets to remind them of their vacations.�
Cora wandered her
way through the crowd, stopping to grab some fries and a soda.� She paid the cashier, and quickly sucked
down the whole soda, forgoing the straw and taking off the lid.� Stifling a belch, Cora threw her cup in the
trash bin and picked up her fries to eat as she walked.� She finished her fries while taking in the
sights, sounds and smells of the boardwalk.�
Pitching her trash
into the bin, Cora heard a familiar tune coming from the carousel.� Not quite able to place it, she moved
closer, cocking her head to the side.� I know that from somewhere.� She noticed that the whole thing was
familiar; the people, the shops, the rides, but couldn�t place them.� Movement on the carousel caught her
attention, dragging her eyes down from the decorated top to the people riding.� A fight had broken out, and was being sorted
out by the security officer.� This is all just too� familiar.� I know I should know where I am, but�Holy
Shit!!�
Cora�s eyes flew
wide open and her jaw dropped as some of the guys involved in the fight made
their way off the ride.� She sucked in a
breath as recognition hit her hard.� Oh.�
My.� God.� The Lost Boys.� As if he heard her thought, the leader of the bunch, David,
looked up at her, catching and holding her gaze with his ice blue one.� Her heart pounded as she felt three more pairs
of eyes on her.� Breaking eye contact
with David, she looked past him, meeting a pair of darker blue eyes, Marko,
then a light green pair, Paul, and then a dark brown pair, Dwayne.� Her breath hitched as she thought it would
be easy to lose herself in those deep brown, almost black eyes.� Her own heartbeat was the only thing she
could hear, thumping in her ears.� After
what seemed like an eternity, the boys moved out of her line of vision.� Finally able to swallow, Cora moved to a
close-by bench, sinking down, and leaning forward with elbows on knees.�
She scrubbed her
face with her hands.� Not able to form
any kind of coherent thought other than Holy.
Fucking. Shit.� Cora slowed her
breathing, taking in slow, deep breaths, also slowing her heart rate.� She stared at the floorboards.� This�
this can�t be happening!� This can�t be
real!� They�re not real!� Just characters in a movie, for chrissake!� She closed her eyes, rubbing the back of
her neck with her hand.� Opening her
eyes, Cora�s view of the wood was interrupted by four pairs of black
boots.� Well, here we go�
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As they were
kicked off the ride, David felt someone watching him, watching them.� Weaving thought the other riders, he caught
the last thread of an outside thought �Lost
Boys� whispered through his mind.�
Jerking his head up, he immediately saw whose thought he heard.� A female, no, a woman stared at him in
shock; her honey brown eyes gone wide, small mouth with full lips slack,
forming an �o�.�
Look alive boys� David called out to the
other three on their mental pathway.�
Marko, Paul and Dwayne�s attention immediately followed David�s
gaze.� As if feeling the three new
perusals, she broke her gaze with David, moving it to Marko, Paul, and then
Dwayne.� This could be fun� David smirked as Paul and Marko answered
enthusiastically.� Looking back at his
dark, quiet brother, David noticed how long he held her gaze and how tense he
became, his nostrils flaring and eyes dilating.� Hm... well, would you look
at that.� As Marko and Paul looked
back at Dwayne, seeing their brother�s intense reaction, David�s mind was
churning.�
Dwayne hadn�t been
sleeping well.� �Fucking dreams.� Can�t sleep�� is all he said about it when David asked him what was wrong.� But, the instant recognition and obvious
connection between the woman and his brother stuck in his mind.� David trusted his intuition, and his
intuition told him that she had
something to do with Dwayne�s lack of sleep.�
His reaction to her, to just seeing her, was too visceral, too out of character.� Although Dwayne was never one to deny
beautiful women, or men for that matter, or the pleasures they can provide, he
simply did not over-react.� That was
Paul.� Any light skirt saunters by and
Pauly practically drools all over himself.�
Not Dwayne.� No, he�s not into
the chase.� Doesn�t need to be.� Bastard has to only look in their direction,
and females are falling over themselves to get to him.� The boys didn�t understand the power he had,
but they certainly took advantage it.�
It�s almost like they used him as bait, but Dwayne didn�t mind.� It�s not like he didn�t get what he wanted
in the end.�
Dwayne left the
females with vague memories of great, anonymous sex, though he didn�t touch
them other than to feed.� He was a lot
like David in that respect.� David had
as little contact as possible with those he fed from.� He couldn�t take the risk of laying a hand on one of them.� Wouldn�t be good.� All of their memories, thoughts, and dreams would race through
him.� Especially if he was feeding, that
connection could be dangerous to him.�
The human mind was archaic, primitive.�
Like a simple cherry bomb, the human mind is so easy to master and
influence, yet so unpredictable and self-destructive.� That�s why he never took his gloves off.� No physical contact.� Ever.
But Dwayne, he
just chose not to partake of the
pleasures of the flesh offered up to him on a silver platter.� Pauly and Marko would tease him
relentlessly, accused him of being a eunuch.�
But David knew Dwayne�s secrets, knew why he kept to himself.� So David left him be.� Bringing his thoughts back to the present,
David lead the boys around the crowd, toward the bench where the woman sat.

This is my first attempt.� Please be kind.
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