Ok this is my story of DwayneXReaderXDavid based in Santa Carla with my own character. I loved the Lost Boys! Always have and always will. They were my favorite characters so I had to write a story about both of them.
Be warned: this isn't a happy fic, this is fanfiction that is based on obsession, stalking, murder, abuse, and death. Some themes are triggering, so be warned.
But it's also a love story.
If you know one of these. You know them all.
There you go, life sucks.ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย
โMom, can I go down to the beach? And the carnival, please?โ I asked.
โYea, sure. Go out. Explore,โ replied my mom.
โOk, thanks. And I moved in all my stuff to my room.โ
โDid you take out all the boxes?โ
โYea. I brought in your purse, too. You forgot it in the truck again.โ
โOk thanks. On your way back, can you bring back some milk?โ
โNo, for Oreo cookies this eveningโฆ And cereal tomorrow.โ
โOk. Iโll be backโฆโ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย I walked out of the house. Noting to myself to go to the gas station later this evening for milk. My mother, calling a few friends on the phone, talking about a book club. I rolled down my sleeves. Got my green jacket and my brown shoes on. The weatherman predicted a cloudy day in Santa Carla. Maybe a few winds. Going to the shed, I got out my bike. Unlocked the chain and peddled off.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Not much has been happening in Santa Carla. Not for the past week that Iโve been here. The moving trucks werenโt needed anymore and my mother had all the help she could get from my father. My father was sleeping on the couch infront of the TV whenย ย had left. He always looked so restless ever since we moved. Maybe it was the exhaustion of moving, or he missed our old house as much as I did.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย As I rode, I passed Tom on the way down the road. He was taking out the trash. He was a neighbor, the one who first greeted us when we moved in. He always took out the trash at 8:15 in the morning, every day. He worked at a hot dog stand near the carnival. He was, in truth, an artist actually. When we first met, I promised him Iโd try one of his hotdogs when I went down to check it out.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย I rode out of the neighborhood and down the road. Down the road I looked around. Two men were hanging out at a gas station. One man with dreadlocks was looking at a magazine with a plastic bag in his hand. The other was reading a newspaper. The both of them stood next to a bulletin board that had paper fliers on it. Fliers for concerts, yard sales, puppies, and lost children.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย I got to the pier. The beach looked occupied and warm, with trash all around it. But there were a few men with trash bags picking everything up. I attached my bike to the railings that had bubblegum underneath it. There was strange people here who looked at you and snickered. It seemed they had a thousand piercings and a thousand tattoos and with many different hair styles. They were wild kids.
โSo this is Santa Carlaโฆ.โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย I chained up my bike. With money in my pocket I got in and looked everywhere for something or anything interesting. And there was many in fact. Clowns juggled. Boys danced on cardboard. Cotton candy stands and other sweets were open. Men tried to talk you into buying lotions and cellphone chargers. Even shops for mini golf and leather jackets. Souvenir shops. Tobacco shops. And others.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย I passed my way by, not bothering the roller coaster or other carnival rides. So I walked around the carnival in a circle. There was a drink stand and I decided to buy a pretzel. The cashier inside wore a red and white shirt. He went to get my order. I waited. There was women in bathing suits eating at the tables and shirtless men who watched them. They looked at me sometimes, but didnโt bother.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย The man in red and white came back with my pretzel and a napkin. He asked me for anything else, I said no. When I finished my fingers were buttery and tasted of salt. I went looking for a trash can. At the corner of the stand I found a trashcan, and I 6 men there. One man held a boom box over his shoulder. One man whistled at me, wearing a red spiked dog collar with high eyebrows. I threw away the napkin.
โHey sweetyโฆโ He clicked his tongue.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย I looked at him. And his friend chuckled. I kept walking. Soon I found myself looking in a comic book store. A man and a woman were behind the counter, looking as if asleep. They wore black glasses. I paid no attention. But there were two boys. They packed comics out of a box, placing them on shelves, and organizing them. I didnโt mind comics. What I loved most was the art work and the action.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Later that evening, I began looking for a hotdog stand. I didnโt have breakfast this morning. But it wasnโt just any hotdog stand. It was where my neighbor worked, Tom. He said I could come right over if I wanted. I found it. It had yellow and green neon lights with a picture of a hotdog man. Tom was there, at the counter in a white and red worker outfit and waiting for someone to approach. And I did.
โHey Tomโฆ!โ I smiled.
โOh hey! How ya doin, girl? Likinโ Santa Carla? Or hatinโ it already?โ
โItโs ok. Iโm just looking around.โ
โOk, cool. You want anything to eat? And guess whatโs on the menu!? Hotdogs!โ
โLike, omg, no way! I would never have guessed....โ I laughed.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย The menu was awesome. There was hotdogs on there that I didnโt know existed. Tom worked with a smile and made my small dinner. A hot dog, french fries, an ice-cream bar and a Coke. The Coke came in a glass bottle with a straw for it. Tom talked to me more and said there were seats I could sit on with umbrellas and eat. Where no one could bother me. And when heโs off, he could walk me home.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย I was glad, because that man with the spiked collar creeped me out. It was exciting to be here. There wasnโt much to do. I watch wild kids run with shopping carts, playing duel. Men flirting with women. The security guards watching the boys with spiked hair and alcohol. The tattoo people get more tattoos in stands. The people with piercings get more piercings. And kids dancing to heavy metal on the street.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Rolling down my sleeves, I went to the beach. That was where it was most hectic. A lot of people were sunbathing and surfing and making sand castles and digging big holes on the beach. A bunch of seagulls were flying over picking up small stranded Dorito ships and Cheetos. Even dogs were on the beach, trying to steal a snack or two from their owners or from strangers. But they were just playful.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย It wasnโt later until I went across the Boardwalk watching men in black and white juggle random objects and others host magic shows. Near there I found a Videotape store. The best selection in Santa Carla, and perhaps I could agree. The shop was covered with neon lights, fliers of lost children, and a weird smell around it and with a white dog at the entrance. There was even posters in the corner.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Finally after a long day at the carnival, I made my way back home. Tom said that he could meet me at the gas station. Tom knew that this the streets could be dangerous. It was a long day. I approached the gas station. The bulletin board seemed to have been added more pictures of children and other people who were lost. That was the thing I noticed most about this new home of mine. All the fliers.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Peddling towards the gas station, I went inside. There were more fliers of lost children, and a security guard with a mustache. Going inside, I looked for the milk and a newspaper. It was only 8:15 in the evening, but I felt it was time to turn in. And I was tired. And plus my mother probably waited long enough for the milk. The newspaper was for me. Tom was already inside, and we both walked home from there.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย As soon as the boys woke from their sleep, they were hungry. Their fangs showing and their eyes fiery and ghoulish. So they found more Surf Nazis, laying around on the beach far from any civilization to hear them scream. So it was perfect. They tore them apart and drank their blood. The Boys were cheerful that night. They threw their bodies into the fire, sizzling. Their skin, cooked, crispy, and curled. They were dead and drained and gone. The boys were satisfied as they howled in laughter. Paul, Marko, and Dwayne were in high spirit tonight.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย David laughed as well. They discarded the bodies, and soon they had to meet up with Max. David lead the way, flying towards the pier. He was well rested to go the Boardwalk and look for her. Yes, dear reader, heโs looking for someone. She must be walking around at this time. David knew that this girl was out and about. Walking about, vulnerable and open. She was new. It was not long ago when David saw her, but it was an accident. Less than a week ago. And thatโs when the wheels of fate began to turn. For better or for worse, he didnโt know.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย A walk down memory lane, he remembered when he first looked at her. The sighting was an accident. David thought that she was Star, but was wrong. She had straight hair, different colored eyes. She wore different clothing, not like the gypsy wardrobe Star had for herself. By the look on her face, she didnโt really know Santa Carla or its people. In a way, David, thought it was adorable how she looked so lost and vulnerable to everyone and everything. She was so polite, that even if she ran into a wall she would excuse herself. Prey.
โHey, yo! Hey! Where ya goinโ David!? I thought we were all goinโ out together, dude?โ Marko called out.
โWhereโs he goin? Itโs not even 8:00 and heโs already ditching us forโฆ. some chicks that heโs either gonna bang or eat!โ Paul grinned.
โI donโt have to baby sit you guys all night. Make your way on your ownโฆโ
โAw, come on David. This is the 5th night that youโve ditched us for god knows what. The hell is goin on? Where the hell do you go buddy?โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย David closed his eyes, gained back his patience, and gripped his bike handle hard. Gripping that bike handle was great restraint on his part. They others mounted their bikes and began their engines.
โWhy the hell would he--- Oh nevermind,โ Dwayne looked away.
โOh god. Would you all shutup? Iโm goin my own wayโฆ See you guys back at the caveโฆโ David seated his motorcycle.
โWhat? Weโre not good โnough for you? You leavin us for someone else?โ Marko joked.
โOh, David, is that true? I thought we all had something special!โ Paul put the back of his hand on his forehead, swaying backwards.
โGet outta here!โ Marko pushed Paul and laughed with him.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย David started his bike and sped off. Leaving his brothers in the dust. Paul and Marko had stupid smiles on their faces.
โWow, he just chucked it didnโt he?โ
โDavid has no time for us anymore, huh?โ
โJust hit it and quit itโฆโ
โAlways been my mottoโฆโ Paul nodded his head.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย The three boys drove off their own way. Their leader flying away to wherever he was gong. The boys didnโt really mind, so they flew off to the carnival. Going off to the Boardwalk, where they dominated all the other gangs in sight. Dwayne looked back, thinking where David really went. It would be easy to ditch Paul and Marko, since they were geeky losers. Something was up, and he didnโt like the fact that David was being mysterious and suspicious. David didnโt have the leader-like qualities like he used to, and that was something that couldnโt be tolerated. So the boys walked, talking about going to the Videostore. But the quiet one of the group had other plans.
โIโm out,โ Dwayne started to walk away, going to find David.
โHey, whoa there. Where you are going?โ asked Marko. Paul noticed and turned to him.
โWhatโs it to ya?โ Dwayne groaned and turned towards Paul and Marko.
โItโs David and now you? What the hell is goinโ on?โ asked Paul.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Damn, Dwayne thought they wouldnโt notice him leaving. Paul was on his right side and on his left side, Dwayne was sandwiched in between them. Being irritated by their very presence.
โNone of your damn business! Just drop it.โ Dwayne rolled his eyes.
โYa know, this is the first time this has happened. Weโre separating.โ Marko pointed out.
โWhat are you? A lost puppy? We donโt need to be together all the time!โ
โJust pointing it out, man! Just wondering where the hell he is!โ
โDavid! Thatโs who! Ya know!? The one that keeps ditching us for the past 5 days!โ
โShit, man. Maybe you two are the reason he leaves in the first place, damn it!โ
โOh, Dwayne! That was cold!โ
โShut up and get outta my way! Shut your mouth and move it!โ
โOk! Ok! You donโt need to snap, man! Damn, Dwayne! Just chill! Just chill!โ
โWell, ya know what I--โ
โStop it! Stop it! Stop it! Canโt you see youโre tearing this family apart!?โ Paul gasped and put both his fisted hands on his face with his knees bent towards eachother. What a joker.
โDrama Queenโฆโ Dwayne whispered. Paul noticed.
โGood! It was meant to be heard!โ Dwayne called back, leaving them alone.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย So the silent one of the bunch left, and searched for their fearless leader. He walked through the crowds, people looked at him but only saw him as a bored and peculiar man. Some looked at him as a very serious and dangerous man, that could out-silence the dead. Of course the boys had a reputation around Santa Carla. Maybe some people knew his name. Even the other gangs on the beach feared him and his brothers, and try to keep to themselves.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย After walking around for about 20 minutes, Dwayne sat down, lifted his knee to his chest and sighed. The seat was oddly comfortable and clean. No bubblegum or spray paint. Yellow and green neon lights glowed on him. He looked up to see a picture of a hotdog man. A really stupid thing. Dwayne looked at the man at the cashier, dressed in red and white. Maybe Dwayne should tip him in the tip jar. He decided yes, because that guys life as a hotdog man sucks. Then he saw the customer.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Her long hair. Her jaw line. Her nose. Her ears. Her brown shoes and green jacket. Her hands. In a way, when he first saw her, she looked like Star. But he was mistaken. She wasโฆpretty. She was ordering a hotdog from the worker in red and white. Then something caught his attention. The smell of hotdogs and mustard didnโt catch his nose, but it was her shirt or jacket.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Dwayne looked at her face, and she didnโt have any wrinkles or any evidence that she did any drinking or drugs. She looked clean. Healthy. But she smelled like cigarettes, alcohol, andโฆ blood. He could obviously see that she wasnโt a vampire or anything. He knew it was all on her jacket. Was that jacket hers? Did she drop it, let it get trampled on by bleeding crack heads, and then wear it again?
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย But it was familiar. And he knew it, but couldnโt wrap his mind around it. Then she came over and sat down on the tables and began eating. For some reason, he was intrigued by her. She lookedโฆ normal. More normal than anyone here in this whole damn place. She didnโt notice that he was sitting near her. But she just ate, and sat there, and justโฆlooked cute. She looked deep. Real. Like a book with no ending. And soon after a quick 5 minutes, she finished and began walking again.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย He saw her once. But decided to leave it be. He searched for David again. But never found him. Near midnight or so, Dwayne feasted on a lone homeless man before finding his way back to his group. Paul and Marko only wasted their time chasing cats and talking about Max and the Videostore and getting Thorn a spiky collar. Near the time of morning, they hid their bikes, flew back to their cave, hung themselves upside down, and by that time Dwayne had forgotten all about the girl.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย She was at the hotdog stand with Tom. Talking. Tom was her neighbor down from her house. From the distance David was, she seemed comforted by Tom. Of course David knew that he was the only friend that she knew. In the crowd all alone, she seemed to be so out of place and awkward. People passed by, and he was delighted that he easily blended in. He transformed himself into a hunter. Teaching himself patience and strength to keep his distance and learn everything. Not telling the boys.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย The hunter that hadnโt made his move yet. He would attack soon, but not just yet. He had to have some sort of tactical plan to get close to her. A gameplan. He had to expand his grounds and know everything about her. And so he did, not telling the boys. After he first saw her a week ago, he followed her home. He saw her parents. They looked like any other couple, looking out for their loved one and all that crap. Enough of them. Around town, she didnโt really have a routine, but just wandered.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย The hard thing was that he slept all day, and knew she was out and about all day. The other hard thing was that she retired too early in the evening for him to see her. So instead he watched her from inside her home sometimes. Her parents obviously looked very delicious, and it was all due to the smell in their veins. She was definitely new in Santa Carla. She moved from Washington. Why she moved, he didnโt know. He learned some small things about her as he continually watched her every move.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย She liked to help her mother with the garden up front, watch her dad cut out magazine pictures and paste them on paper, she loved to see movies every weekend all by herself, talk with Tom in his front yard about Santa Carla and itโs people, her favorite snack were smores, she liked to arrange her room differently each day, she liked to talk with her friends on the phone, play with her hair, watch television and listen to the radio at the same time, and sit in her room and do nothing. She was fascinating.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย So for the rest of the evening, he followed. Keeping his hands in his pockets. Soon he followed her to the gas station where she was suppose to meet Tom and he could walk her home from there. She walked in after looking at the bulletin board. David walked up and entered the gas station himself. The girl didnโt notice him. David walked past the magazines and refreshments to the small shelf of cigarettes and lighters. Tom looked up and smiled as he looked at her. AndโฆDavid didnโt like Tom.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย David knew that if he tried to get near the girl, then Tom would interfere. For example, if David attacked, then Tom would get in the way. He would be reported and leave an entire mess and have a search party or something. And plus, Max said to keep a low profile. Plus, Tom seemed to be the only reason that the girl left her house and go to the pier in the first place. SoโฆDavid knew that the damn bastard had to live.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย So Tom and the girl stood in line. Tomโs shoulder was in contact with hers, and David didnโt know if it was a public display of affection. Tom didnโt have anything to purchase, but she had milk and a newspaper. Tom offered to carry her things, but she refused him. David stood right behind them, waiting with them in line. David noticed that every once in awhile, Tom would look over at her and smile. And she would look back and smile, hugging the milk closer. Squeezing the newspaper a little.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Slowly, but cautiously, David raised his hand and made a small trace down her jacket. Touching her. His glove made a line down her back. Davidโs been doing this for the past week, and she had never noticed. Putting a small, tiny, teeny fraction of his scent on her. The cashier rang in their stuff, and put the milk and newspaper in a brown paper bag. The girl said to Tom that the milk was for Oreo cookies and cereal, and Tom nodded and smiled at her again. After they left, David purchased his stuff.
