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The Boys, the Girls
Santa Carla, California - Santa Carla Beach - 9:43 PM
“Watch it, old man!” a Surf Nazi snapped after tripping over their father’s feet.
Carmen watched Daisy, her father’s “girlfriend,” flinch. Carmen didn’t like the girl, but she shared the same feeling as the girl. Her father was about to go on a rant about the behavior and lack of discipline of the local youth.
Carmen sighed irritated as she glanced up at the darkened sky. It was a stark contrast to the sunny, bright blue one that had been in its place when they had first arrived at the beach that morning. She took a deep breath.
“You watch it, young man,” Frank DeClaire remarked angrily. And there it is, Carmen let out her deep breath.
“Make me!” The Surf Nazi yelled over his shoulder as he jogged off to catch up with his friends.
Frank DeClaire scoffed, “I swear,” Here we go, Carmen thought. “The kids here have no manners.” She looked over at her sister to see irritation and slight anger in the younger girl’s eyes.
Calm down, Carmen tried to convey in the face she shot her sister, the boys ’ill be here soon. Kimberly seemed to understand the gist of it, and took a deep breath to try and calm herself down.
It was then that the sound of motorcycles echoed through the beach. Carmen watched her father sneer at the sound, he’d never liked bikers. She felt herself smirk as she stood and began to gather her things. She looked over to Kimberly to see she had begun to do the same.
“What are you two doing?” Daisy asked authoritatively. Carmen rolled her eyes as she stumbled slightly. Maybe I had too much wine…She thought as she steadied her balance.
“None of your–” Carmen hiccupped, “business.” The sound of David and his gang’s bikes was getting louder. Their headlights were casting a shadow onto her and her company.
“Excuse me,” her father snapped, “Carmen, Daisy is a part of this fami–”
“If you say a part of this family, I swear I’ll throw your luggage off Hudson’s Bluff,” Carmen snapped.
“We haven’t been a family since you dumped Kathy,” Kimberly grumbled.
“Carmen,” an all too welcomed voice came from behind her.
“I don’t know who you are, boys,” Daisy spoke to the four boys that were parked behind Carmen and her sister, “but, I don’t think you’re their ty–”
“Shut it, whore,” surprisingly, it came from Kimberly and not Carmen, “You don’t know a damn thing about me or my sister.” Carmen snickered as she turned around to face David, who she could tell was trying to hold back his laughter. He turned to face her and smirked. She gave him a relieved and thankful smile in return, before walking towards his bike, Kimberly heading towards Marko.
“If you two girls get on their bikes,” Frank began, “I will kick you out of that house.” He snapped.
Carmen rolled her eyes. She swung herself onto the back of David’s bike with grace. “The house was put under my name last month when you missed the payment.” Carmen deadpanned her dad, “You don’t have the right to.” Carmen wrapped her arms around David’s chest.
“Ready to go?” he whispered to her as she rested her chin on his shoulder.
“Yes,” she held back a hiccup, “very.” David chuckled as he started his bike.
Frank DeClaire had to shout to be heard, “I still can ground Ki–”
“I’m legally under Carmen’s custody!” Kimberly yelled in reply, “You can’t do that, either!” And with that, the boys were speeding down the beach, away from Frank DeClaire and his 24-year-old slut, Daisy.
X
“That was interesting!” David yelled only loud enough for Carmen to hear.
Carmen rolled her eyes, “They usually aren’t that bad,” she yelled back.
“Then what made it so bad?” he asked as they approached the bar they had gone to last night.
“I’m going to assume the three quarters of a wine bottle I downed.” She muttered as they came to a stop in a parking lot.
David laughed at her. She swatted him in the arm. “Daisy seems nice,” he remarked sarcastically.
“She’s twenty-four,” Carmen deadpanned, “Do you know how much older than me that is?” She became irritated.
“Care to share with the class?” Paul asked.
“Five,” Carmen snapped, “My father is–”
“Whydonwe change the sub–” Kimberly hiccupped quite loudly, “–ject.”
“How much of the wine did she have?” David asked Carmen.
“Only the quarter I didn’t drink,” she told him with a shrug, “She can’t hold her alcohol very well,” she giggled at her sister.
“We can see that,” Marko laughed at his girl-of-interest as she tried to stand, only managing to fall off his bike.
“It’s not funny,” Kimberly snapped at him as she shoved his thigh with her foot.
“I know, darlin’, I know.” Marko told her with soft smile as he held his hand out to her.
“We’re heading in,” David announced as he helped Carmen off his bike. Marko nodded as he helped Kimberly up from the ground.
Kimberly stood and let Marko pull her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head against his chest. She smiled softly at the nice feeling it gave her, calming her down. “What’s the story?” He asked her.
“Whaddya mean?” she slurred.
“Why don’t you like your dad’s girlfriend, because it can’t be the normal reason of her replacing your mom.” Marko explained.
“It’s not just her,” Kimberly grumbled, “It’s every one of my dad’s sluts.”
“Why?” Marko prodded.
“They pity us,” Kimberly muttered.
“Sorry?” He asked confused.
“Our mom…” Kimberly trailed off thinking of how to word it, not wanting to share what their mother did just yet, “…didn’t like the attention our father was giving us when we were little.”
“But you’re his kids,” Marko remarked confused, he may have been a vampire, and they may not see family the same way humans do, but even he knew that was messed up, “Her kids for that matter.”
“Our mom’s an attention whore to the highest degree,” she gave a laugh. “Eventually, our father caught her trying to get rid of us, and divorced her. When we reached our teen years, our father had girls coming in and out because he wanted us to have a female influence. Whenever the girls would find out what our mother did and that we only saw her for a few hours one day out of each month, they got it into their heads that they needed to mother us.” Marko nodded in understanding.
“We didn’t need mothering though,” Kimberly went on, “Carmen’s been able to take care of herself since she was little. She knew our dad wouldn’t be home because he was working, and she knew our mom wouldn’t help us. She’s always been the one to take care of me, too.” Marko felt Kimberly nuzzle her face into his chest, “that’s why she has legal custody over me instead of either of my parents.” She muttered into his shirt.
“How old are you?” he asked, realizing he didn’t know.
“Seventeen,” Marko inclined his head to let her know he heard. “I’ll be eighteen in a month, though.”
She hiccupped.
Carmen watched Daisy, her father’s “girlfriend,” flinch. Carmen didn’t like the girl, but she shared the same feeling as the girl. Her father was about to go on a rant about the behavior and lack of discipline of the local youth.
Carmen sighed irritated as she glanced up at the darkened sky. It was a stark contrast to the sunny, bright blue one that had been in its place when they had first arrived at the beach that morning. She took a deep breath.
“You watch it, young man,” Frank DeClaire remarked angrily. And there it is, Carmen let out her deep breath.
“Make me!” The Surf Nazi yelled over his shoulder as he jogged off to catch up with his friends.
Frank DeClaire scoffed, “I swear,” Here we go, Carmen thought. “The kids here have no manners.” She looked over at her sister to see irritation and slight anger in the younger girl’s eyes.
Calm down, Carmen tried to convey in the face she shot her sister, the boys ’ill be here soon. Kimberly seemed to understand the gist of it, and took a deep breath to try and calm herself down.
It was then that the sound of motorcycles echoed through the beach. Carmen watched her father sneer at the sound, he’d never liked bikers. She felt herself smirk as she stood and began to gather her things. She looked over to Kimberly to see she had begun to do the same.
“What are you two doing?” Daisy asked authoritatively. Carmen rolled her eyes as she stumbled slightly. Maybe I had too much wine…She thought as she steadied her balance.
“None of your–” Carmen hiccupped, “business.” The sound of David and his gang’s bikes was getting louder. Their headlights were casting a shadow onto her and her company.
“Excuse me,” her father snapped, “Carmen, Daisy is a part of this fami–”
“If you say a part of this family, I swear I’ll throw your luggage off Hudson’s Bluff,” Carmen snapped.
“We haven’t been a family since you dumped Kathy,” Kimberly grumbled.
“Carmen,” an all too welcomed voice came from behind her.
“I don’t know who you are, boys,” Daisy spoke to the four boys that were parked behind Carmen and her sister, “but, I don’t think you’re their ty–”
“Shut it, whore,” surprisingly, it came from Kimberly and not Carmen, “You don’t know a damn thing about me or my sister.” Carmen snickered as she turned around to face David, who she could tell was trying to hold back his laughter. He turned to face her and smirked. She gave him a relieved and thankful smile in return, before walking towards his bike, Kimberly heading towards Marko.
“If you two girls get on their bikes,” Frank began, “I will kick you out of that house.” He snapped.
Carmen rolled her eyes. She swung herself onto the back of David’s bike with grace. “The house was put under my name last month when you missed the payment.” Carmen deadpanned her dad, “You don’t have the right to.” Carmen wrapped her arms around David’s chest.
“Ready to go?” he whispered to her as she rested her chin on his shoulder.
“Yes,” she held back a hiccup, “very.” David chuckled as he started his bike.
Frank DeClaire had to shout to be heard, “I still can ground Ki–”
“I’m legally under Carmen’s custody!” Kimberly yelled in reply, “You can’t do that, either!” And with that, the boys were speeding down the beach, away from Frank DeClaire and his 24-year-old slut, Daisy.
X
“That was interesting!” David yelled only loud enough for Carmen to hear.
Carmen rolled her eyes, “They usually aren’t that bad,” she yelled back.
“Then what made it so bad?” he asked as they approached the bar they had gone to last night.
“I’m going to assume the three quarters of a wine bottle I downed.” She muttered as they came to a stop in a parking lot.
David laughed at her. She swatted him in the arm. “Daisy seems nice,” he remarked sarcastically.
“She’s twenty-four,” Carmen deadpanned, “Do you know how much older than me that is?” She became irritated.
“Care to share with the class?” Paul asked.
“Five,” Carmen snapped, “My father is–”
“Whydonwe change the sub–” Kimberly hiccupped quite loudly, “–ject.”
“How much of the wine did she have?” David asked Carmen.
“Only the quarter I didn’t drink,” she told him with a shrug, “She can’t hold her alcohol very well,” she giggled at her sister.
“We can see that,” Marko laughed at his girl-of-interest as she tried to stand, only managing to fall off his bike.
“It’s not funny,” Kimberly snapped at him as she shoved his thigh with her foot.
“I know, darlin’, I know.” Marko told her with soft smile as he held his hand out to her.
“We’re heading in,” David announced as he helped Carmen off his bike. Marko nodded as he helped Kimberly up from the ground.
Kimberly stood and let Marko pull her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head against his chest. She smiled softly at the nice feeling it gave her, calming her down. “What’s the story?” He asked her.
“Whaddya mean?” she slurred.
“Why don’t you like your dad’s girlfriend, because it can’t be the normal reason of her replacing your mom.” Marko explained.
“It’s not just her,” Kimberly grumbled, “It’s every one of my dad’s sluts.”
“Why?” Marko prodded.
“They pity us,” Kimberly muttered.
“Sorry?” He asked confused.
“Our mom…” Kimberly trailed off thinking of how to word it, not wanting to share what their mother did just yet, “…didn’t like the attention our father was giving us when we were little.”
“But you’re his kids,” Marko remarked confused, he may have been a vampire, and they may not see family the same way humans do, but even he knew that was messed up, “Her kids for that matter.”
“Our mom’s an attention whore to the highest degree,” she gave a laugh. “Eventually, our father caught her trying to get rid of us, and divorced her. When we reached our teen years, our father had girls coming in and out because he wanted us to have a female influence. Whenever the girls would find out what our mother did and that we only saw her for a few hours one day out of each month, they got it into their heads that they needed to mother us.” Marko nodded in understanding.
“We didn’t need mothering though,” Kimberly went on, “Carmen’s been able to take care of herself since she was little. She knew our dad wouldn’t be home because he was working, and she knew our mom wouldn’t help us. She’s always been the one to take care of me, too.” Marko felt Kimberly nuzzle her face into his chest, “that’s why she has legal custody over me instead of either of my parents.” She muttered into his shirt.
“How old are you?” he asked, realizing he didn’t know.
“Seventeen,” Marko inclined his head to let her know he heard. “I’ll be eighteen in a month, though.”
She hiccupped.
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There you go, a little insight into Carmen and Kimberly's background. There will be more eventually, to give you insight on how much of an attention whore their mother is. I like to think that Carmen and Kimberly are emotionally attached to each other (in a sibling way, just to clear anything up for you perverts,) but other than that, they have very little emotional attachment to the world around them. I feel like I needed to give these girl's a background that wouldn't keep them from eventually turning. I hate it when other Lost Boys fanfiction writers have the romantic interests just dump everything they have and become vampires for one of the Lost Boys. You don't dump your friends and family for a boy, it'll only end badly.Anyway, I've gotten the entire first part of this story written up, and the beginning dialogue of the second. Updates should be flowing a little more regularly now that I've gotten back into writing this story.
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