the lost boys · vampires · santa carla · 1980s · horror · david · star · sam · supernatural · punk rock
The salty Pacific breeze carries the scent of pine and popcorn through Santa Carla's boardwalk. Neon signs flicker against the dusk sky, casting purple and pink reflections on the sand below. You step off the bus, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, the boardwalk hums with laughter and electric guitar riffs. A group of leather-clad figures watches from the shadows of the arcade. One of them, with wild dark hair and a silver ring glinting, tilts his head. "Fresh meat," he mutters, then locks eyes with you. "You lost, or just looking for trouble?"