Disclaimer: I don't own The Lost Boys.
Author's Note: Guess what's on Netflix as of now? Yup, you guessed it Twilight! Just kidding! The Lost Boys are currently on there so if you're not like me who owns three copies of the movie you can watch it again on there! Why do I own three copies you ask? Why not? Really though it just happened, had the DVD wanted the Blu-ray so I ended up with both then one was a birthday gift so yeah three copies like I said it happens!
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Chapter 2: The Wind?
That night was frustrating for little Lily Emerson as her grandmother refused to let her out of her sight and even made her sleep in her grandma's bed like some little baby which she wasn't! The younger girl just knew she did it because she didn't trust her not to break or mess up anything else.
She had hoped things would be different away from her dad but sadly she was still getting yelled at and blamed for things.
It's not like she could even reach the dumb cross even if she had wanted to, finally though after a restless first night it ended and as soon as her grandmother woke up got made them some eggs and toast silently before she got on the phone which was the cue for the brunette to flee outside for some measure of freedom, she did not want to be told to stay in her room all day! No way!
It was summer, so the weather was nice and warm making it the perfect time to wear her nice summer dresses still she made sure to put a pair of shorts on underneath so that she could play.
However, playing turned out to be harder than she'd imagine as there wasn't much to do on the property the old shed was the first thing she took notice of, but it was locked. The lock had rusted so try as she might pulling on it did nothing to budge the doors and peeking in through the dusty windows didn't show much either so the girl quickly gave up on the decrypted old shed and left to find adventure else were.
Nature had never really interested her much as she lived in the city, but the trees and flowers were nice enough to look at for a little while, she even picked a few of the flowers she liked the most.
"You like nice," she spoke to the white flower before plucking it and adding it to the two yellow and one pink one she'd already collected.
Still holding onto her freshly picked flowers, she kept on searching around but eventually grew bored and left the immediate area surrounding the house all the while figuring her grandmother wouldn't notice since a car had pulled up a little while ago and two old men went into the house.
Grandma Star being busy with company meant she probably wouldn't get scolded if she ventured too far so she tried not to think of her grandma telling those other old people about how she messed up and broke the cross.
Either they were called here to talk about the cross or to try and fix it but either way she just knew the older woman was telling the guy that she was the one who broke it and it made her mad but there was nothing she could do about it.
Trying not to think about it anymore she picks up a long stick and starts to drag it on the ground drawing a line just because she can but still clucking onto her flowers with her other hand.
Looking up she sees something in the distance a spot different than the rest of the surrounding area, it looked dead.
A dead area she decided.
Nothing was growing, and the girl turned back to see the house then but could barely make out the back of the place in the distance, she decides then to investigate it.
Dropping the stick, she had been dragging around she runs toward the newly dubbed dead area, once there she looks down at the grey ash like stuff while standing on the surrounding bits of dead brown grass. The ashy area was big like big enough to fit her parent's queen-sized bed and still have some left-over space.
"Did someone start a fire?"
Talking aloud to herself she bends down and grabs a fist full of the ash like stuff, "...Guess so."
She brings it closer to her face to get a better look before letting it fall through her fingertips like sand, with stained hands she bends back down and repeats the action before deciding she was bored again so wiping her ask stained hand on the side of her yellow dress which in hindsight wasn't a good idea because she couldn't get it off of her hand completely or her dress afterwards.
Sighing the little brunette gives up, "Oh well grandma probably has a washing machine."
With that in mind, she starts to leave the dusty ashes behind only for the wind to pick up at just the right or perhaps the wrong moment because suddenly she's covered head to toe in ashes and just as suddenly the wind stops.
Wiping her face to clear it of the ash did nothing more than smear it further but not having a mirror handy the girl couldn't tell that she was only making it worse instead of better.
"The wind here is weird..."
As those words leave her she recalls the wind's voice from last night the one that knew her name and called her 'little sister.'
"It was a dream... right?"
The wind didn't respond so she shakes her head and laughs at her own childishness but before leaving she feels the sudden urge to take one last look at the dead area, so she does, and she gasps at what her dark eyes land upon.
"The stick...?"
The stick she had discarded earlier was there laying amongst the ashes and that was not where the surprise ended.
"Do you want to live forever?"
Her eyes scan the words before latching onto a second sentence below those words.
"I'll show you how, lay down the flowers."
"The flowers?" Looking down at her hand still holding onto the flowers and back at the words again she does what any curious little girl would do, she lays the flowers down on top of the words.
After a few seconds of watching the flowers nothing happens, "Now what?"
The young Emerson starts looking around for a sign, for the wind or something to change.
Seeing nothing around her she looks back at the flowers only to find them dead completely dried out and crumbling, "...What?"
"Um, hello?"
Something her grandmother said last night comes to mind about not talking to strangers even unseen ones, but her curiosity is a powerful force and besides it's not like the wind could hurt her, right?
"Mr. Wind?"
Once again there's no response but then she gets an idea and goes to collect some more flowers and thus she spends the next couple of hours gathering flowers to sacrifice to the dead area but that's okay because it's just flowers and is it her or do the ashes look darker?
Soon enough it's evening and tired and hungry she braves her way back to the house but not before bidding the ashes a goodbye.
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Opening the front door, she peers inside the front hall but doesn't see her grandma anywhere in sight, so she sneakily decides to make a run for the stairs to get to the bathroom without notice only she doesn't make it.
"Lilian, what in the world!?" It was her grandmother whose voice sounded slightly horrified by her appearance.
Lily sighs at being caught but still manages, "It's Lily..."
The older of the two ignores that and marches up to the girl with her hands placed on her hips, "Look at you, what did you do roll around in the dirt?"
She stays quite but shakes her head in a no fashion only to have ash fall from her head due to the movement which causes her grams to let out a noise that the young brunette was somewhat familiar with having her it from her dad before.
"Alright come on young lady you need a bath."
Not arguing because she thought so too she follows her up the stairs and into the bathroom, after starting the water she turns to the little girl.
"I'll go grab you something clean so get out of those dirty things and into the tub before I get back."
"Okay..." She sulks as the door closes and does as she was told and is soon in the bathtub, as she starts to scrub away the soot-like substance the bath slowly gets darker and for a moment almost seems red but she blinks again and it's just normal dirty water so her mind drifts to the magical flower draining ground or was it the wind?
She wasn't sure, but it was sure to give her something to do for the summer, though what did it mean by live forever? Could she really... before that line of thought could grow her grandmother was back with her clothes and started to help her clean despite her protests of being old enough to bath on her own.
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After bath time was over the two of them ate pizza that the order woman had ordered, despite being distracted most of the day and even partly now she didn't forget her promise to make her granddaughter say grace luckily she was able to wing it especially since she didn't have much of an example to go by last night what with the bikers scaring her grandma like they had.
Tonight though that didn't happen, as the girl ate her dinner she was curious about what happened with the cross but decided against asking she'd just look for herself on her way to her room tonight and even though it was early she was tired guess tossing and turning the night before plus spending all day picking flowers for the wind could do that.
Still, there was a question that had been on her mind since she saw those words and well in her eyes she couldn't see how such a question would be a bad one.
"Is there a way to live forever?"
Star gasps and nearly drops her half-eaten pizza, before slowly lowering it to her plate and trying to appear calm.
"Why would you ask such a thing?" Her grip on the dining room's table's cloth was so tight that it wouldn't have amazed her if it ended up torn because of it.
Similar dark eyes fall to the table as she mumbles around her pizza, "...Just curious."
"No... it's more than that, tell me why you're asking this." It was a demand, her father demanded answers a lot but still, this was scarier, as she couldn't understand the tone that was being used but she knew she didn't like, "Never mind..."
Star tries to calm her breathing knowing that the small girl before her was clamming up and trying to force answers out of her wouldn't work right now.
"Alright... to answer your question no you can't live forever, everything dies eventually... that's just the way things work."
Lifting her eyes up to meet a set of older wiser eyes she nods but she doesn't believe her, if that was true she'd have said so at the beginning. Having been lied to by her dad enough times to know this was the case it made her wonder if you could live forever why would someone lie about it?
Finishing up her pizza quickly she says goodnight and rushes out of the dining room only to hear a call of 'don't forget to brush your teeth.' To which she replied with a call of her own before glancing up at the wall where the cross was missing but in its place was a weird dead animal with antlers... it was worse than the cross in her option but at least she didn't have any dead things staring at her in her room.
Once upstairs and in bed she quickly turns out the lights and hopes that keeps her grandmother from insisting on tucking her in like a child or worse getting her to say she was okay with dying in her sleep which by the way she wasn't.
Hearing footsteps outside of her door she quickly closes her eyes and pretends to be asleep after a minute the door creeks open and a sign is heard before her ears pick up on the sound of the door being closed again and the footsteps slowly leave.
Once it's silent she relaxes and shortly thereafter drifts off into a peaceful easy sleep.
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Blinking her eyes in the dark she yawns wondering what woke her up as it's still dark outside her window so it's nowhere near time to wake up that's when she hears it, "That's it awaken the night's still young."
Her eyes try to find the sound of the voice but see nothing even as another voice speaks, "Hello again Lily."
It sounded like it was coming from right beside her and using the light from the moon coming through her window she can see the imprint on her bed someone was there.
"Who are you and why can't I see you?" Never really having learned the demanding tone from her father she pulled it off relatively well for once.
"I've already told you my name." It was the one beside her, "David?" She whispers and the air around her moves as if in a nod before continuing on, "As for what we are let's just say..."
"We're the wind."
It was another voice but not the two from last night a new one and it sounded like it was making a joke but instead of dwelling on that she asks, "How many of you are there?"
"...Just three." This time the voice was even softer a wisp of what it usually was.
"You sound sad, why?"
Do wind people have feelings, were they really the wind?
"Because there used to be four..."
The first thing that comes to mind is North, South, East, and West maybe the wind really is four different people?
"Where is he?"
Maybe he got lost?
"We're not sure."
How come they can see each other right, it would be silly if they were invisible even to each other at least she thinks so but who knows how invisibility really works not her.
"Why not?"
"Because we can't leave."
The wind can go where ever it wants to though, she was starting to really think that they were not the wind.
"Why?"
"Because we're trapped here."
Not the wind then but what could they be? Ghosts... no, she remembers her mother saying ghosts are real and her mom's never been wrong before besides they're not scary like the things on tv.
"That's not fair..." Squinting her eyes she tries again to see something to prove that they're not ghosts but it doesn't work.
"No, it's not... but you can help us." The voice beside her is clearer than ever before as he says those words, "I can, how?" Was this like something out of one of her storybooks was this the start of an adventure she can't help but wonder.
"Never mind that now... do you wanna fly?"
Her eyes widen, did he mean like Peter Pan?
"Fly like for real, how?"
It was exciting and not for one second did she consider he could be lying to her.
"Open the window."
It is like Peter Pan then her mind supplies happily as she jumps up with an, "Okay." And opens the window as instructed.
"Now what?"
"Stand on the window sill." After climbing up and looking out at the ground from the second story window she can't help but feel a bit nervous, "Now what?"
A puff of breath hits her ear as a voice speaks quietly into it, "Now you jump."
Despite nerves though she wasn't overly scared after all she could jump out of her dad's slightly moving car and off of a moving swing just fine too, so if he says to jump then it would probably be okay to do so after all he seemed nice.
So, she jumps.
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Author's Note: Will she fly or fall, what do you think? Review?