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The Lost Boys fanfic

(Title is a work in progress)

The Santa Carla boardwalk was bustling with tourists and locals alike, and while the sun lowered beyond the horizon, Victoria began making her way to the beachfront stage. The people of Santa Carla knew her well; for the Rockstar stage presence, man-eater mentality, and carefree outlook on life. Victoria had finally made a name for herself in the city she's called home for decades, which probably isn't a good thing, considering she'll be around forever. Literally.

Victoria and her father, Max, live quaintly and quietly atop one of the many hills surrounding the coast. However, Victoria's made her second home in an unlikely one. A sunken hotel on the cliffside where she can lure men to feed on in peace without the worry of having to dispose of remains. Although she hangs there alone, it's the perfect place where she can be herself and not have to live in fear of her father. Max can be quite overbearing and controlling most of the time, and tends to project his worries onto Victoria, making her extremely self aware. That's probably why she's now so outspoken and free-spirited. Victoria cut loose from her father the first night she sang on the beachfront stage, and since then, she's become an icon of the boardwalk. A staple to it's culture.

And how could Max possibly object? Victoria had found a new way to make a living, and scope out food in the process, which was just an added bonus to the fame that came along with it. So, after that fateful night, Max began working at a video store on the boardwalk and worked his way up to owner, after the original one mysteriously disappeared. Since her father now owns the video store, Victoria has free reign of the boardwalk and beach to do whatever she pleases and whenever she likes. Which is how we end up here.

The 70's was Victoria's favorite decade out of all that she'd lived through thus far. The style, the music, the people. It pained her heart that as 1977 was coming to an end, she'd only have two years left, and with the rise of hard rock, and new fashion trends, Victoria was unhappy to say the least. So, as a tribute to her favorite decade, she performed Take it Easy by the Eagles first, followed by a song from one of her favorite bands: Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac.

Everyone was ecstatic. Victoria was surrounded by her people, as the populace sang along with her. The crowd was full of hippies, stoners, skaters, and fans of all walks of life. And, best of all, they were all there to see her. Performing is what gave Victoria life to her cold, dead heart. It brought a new meaning to her life and she gives all credit to The Doors. Her first love, as she likes to claim. Jim Morrison brought a lively spirit to her nonexistent one. Hearing him live at the Avalon Ballroom in San Francisco, back in 1967, made a lasting impact on her. And thus began her love for music and lust to perform.

As she rounded off the end of Go Your Own Way, a boy in the crowd caught her eye. He was dressed in casual, skater attire, and had fluffy blonde hair. Although, those weren't the attributes that fixated her attention. The way he looked up at her: enamored, almost in a trance as she sang. His round, blue eyes trained on her every move. Victoria had never been the prey before, but in this moment, the roles were reversed. She felt like a field mouse as a hawk watched from a nearby tree branch. Completely unable to be free of his gaze. He intently viewed as she placed the microphone back on its stand and announced that she'd be singing one last song. The crowd groaned, but it quickly turned into applause and hoots and hollers when Victoria sang the first line of Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas. Victoria had never cut a set this short by only performing three songs, but the uneasiness she felt from being so closely observed by the boy, who was now as close as he could be to the stage, was increasingly growing. He seemed to be in a zombie-like trance, if zombies fed on looks and not brains.

Finally, the song had ended and Victoria profusely apologized to the crowd for such a short set before exiting the stage and making a beeline for her father's store. Unfortunately for her, the boy was tailing her, as well as calling after her by whatever nicknames he could think of. Curse the crowd for chanting her name as she left, because he was now calling her exclusively by name. Victoria fought the urge to turn around as she picked up her pace. But, she could hear his steps quicken too, and the way her name fell from his lips was almost intoxicating. He spoke with a soft demand, almost begging her to turn around. Needing her to. Victoria kept her pace, but searched her pockets for anything she may have dropped as if to find a reason to justify him following her. However, her belongings were just as they had been the moment she left her house. Now she knew for a fact that there would be no other reason for him to be hightailing it behind her other than his admiration for her.

Eventually, the video store came into view and although she knew she wouldn't be safe from him even in there, she no longer heard him calling out for her. Assuming he gave up, Victoria slowed her pace, but as she reached the video store doors, a hand came up from beside her, opening the door for her. She swiveled her head to follow the arm of the person opening the door, and sure enough, it was that same boy now smiling softly at her.

"Hi", he nearly inaudibly whispered, "Name's Paul".

Author's note: not a very good first chapter, but it's alright, just a tad short... let me know how you feel about it! i'm really excited to continue this story as this movie (The Lost Boys) truly means a lot to me. please give me a follow if you aren't already following. i plan to upload more fics and stories here in the future as i feel it would be a great way to expose my writing. thank you so much for reading!! you can follow my tiktok where i post about my fanfics: @ / thatfangirl_

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