In The Shadows
by Chailyn Kamaria
David…
Star opened her eyes and winced at the pain it caused her. A light was shining brightly above her and she was curious as to whether it had been done on purpose. With her eyes closed, she stretched as far as her shackles would allow and prepared her body for the inevitable torture it would endure today. She still had the gift of immortality that David had bestowed upon her, although without him, it now felt like a curse. In the taxidermy room above her, she could hear them, arguing about the best way to remove David from the antlers he was impaled on. Apparently it was one of Grandpa’s favourite pieces and he wanted to see if it was salvageable.
The anger swells in my guts
David…
They’d disposed of Dwayne’s remains earlier. Sam had complained about how he’d had to pick up all the icky pieces, and Edgar had more or less told him - you kill it, you clean it. She doubted, however, that Edgar or Alan had been the ones to clean Paul out of the bathroom or kitchen.
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Rated: Mature
Characters: Alan Frog, David, Dwayne, Edgar Frog, Grandpa, Laddie, Marko, Michael Emerson, Paul, Sam Emerson, Star, The Frog Parents, Widow Johnson
Genres: Angst, Supernatural, Suspense
Pairings: David/Star
Warnings: Character Death, Violence, Other Potential Disturbing Content, Profanity
Genres: Angst, Supernatural, Suspense
Pairings: David/Star
Warnings: Character Death, Violence, Other Potential Disturbing Content, Profanity
Completed: No
Summary:
Sequel to In The Dark. Highly
recommended that you read that first - not only will it make more sense,
but I love new readers! Star is on the run from hunters and vampires
alike. She must somehow convince everyone - including a newly
resurrected David - that she is not the threat they all think she is.
For there is something far more sinister lurking in the shadows of Santa
Carla...
Disclaimer:
I
own absolutely nothing! Zip, nada. I don't think I even own the
thoughts in my head. The Lost Boys belong to WB, no matter how much I
may wish otherwise. I am making NO profit from this story whatsoever,
unless you count the happiness I get every time someone reads it.
I also don't own the song Open Your Eyes, that features in the chapter – that honour belongs to Snow Patrol
Prologue: Open Your Eyes
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you
My bones ache my skin feels cold
And I'm getting so tired and so old
And I won't waste a minute without you
My bones ache my skin feels cold
And I'm getting so tired and so old
Open Your Eyes - Snow Patrol
David…
Star opened her eyes and winced at the pain it caused her. A light was shining brightly above her and she was curious as to whether it had been done on purpose. With her eyes closed, she stretched as far as her shackles would allow and prepared her body for the inevitable torture it would endure today. She still had the gift of immortality that David had bestowed upon her, although without him, it now felt like a curse. In the taxidermy room above her, she could hear them, arguing about the best way to remove David from the antlers he was impaled on. Apparently it was one of Grandpa’s favourite pieces and he wanted to see if it was salvageable.
The anger swells in my guts
And I won't feel these slices and cuts
I want so much to open your eyes
Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Open Your Eyes - Snow Patrol
David…
They’d disposed of Dwayne’s remains earlier. Sam had complained about how he’d had to pick up all the icky pieces, and Edgar had more or less told him - you kill it, you clean it. She doubted, however, that Edgar or Alan had been the ones to clean Paul out of the bathroom or kitchen.
This had been the longest day and night
of her life. Max - who unknown to Star was her Grandsire - had plotted
to rid Santa Carla of the Lost Boys and start over with Lucy and her
sons. David had tried in vain to protect Star and his boys and both he
and they had been killed in the process, along with Max himself. She,
now unwillingly shared a house with their killers. She was their
prisoner, their project. The Emersons stayed well away from her little
room of captivity, especially Michael, now that he knew what she truly
was. That didn’t bother her in the slightest, though. He was the last
person she was looking to for an ally.
After losing so much, she didn’t think things could get much worse.
How wrong she was…Next Chapter
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