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Introduction

Hey y'all it aurora your soon to be favorite vampire girl in santa carla! Here's a little but about me <3

My name is Aurora and im a 19 year old girl who got turned into a vampire. I am from a town in Illinois originally and used to have 2 sister and a family but ill get into that later.

I am 5'4 and have long curly hair. Fun fact im albino so i don't have any sort of pigment to my eyes,hair and skin.

I am mostly german and irish. I have a more goth style and i like to make outfits to reflect the different types of goth styles as well as the many other forms of alternative styles.

I am a big music fan! I love a little but of everything so lets talk about it! So far im really please with this decades music selection. I cant wait to see what the 90s have to offer!

I love dressing people up and so i love doing hair, makeup,and helping people with outfits! The boys are used as my personal living dolls 🤣

I am a bisexual woman (she/they)

sadly though a man weasled his way into my heart. At least dwayne is pretty (im joking i love him to death wouldn't trade him for the world<3)

I am a horror geek! Lets talk movies books anything of the sort! I have all the time in the world to consume media of my choice so i am knowledgeable of lots of things!

But that's enough talking for now this is getting long. lets get into my strange backstory. Its not told to well but ill be happy to explain things to y'all!

Backstory:

Well to start off I was a regular human chick way back in 1964, that was until I ran away from my small town in Illinois and hitchhiked my way all the way to California at the ripe age of 18.

when I got there, I was staying out in the hills near San Francisco on a little ranch where a sweet old southern couple took me in as their own. I even called them Papa and Memaw as they were like grandparents to me.

Such sweet folks. I miss them dearly.

Anyways. I would work on that ranch for them but after a while, I found myself wanting a bit more from life and started mixing in with some of the local hippies, bikers, greasers you name it I was befriending them, getting into all sorts of strange things and situations as i trying to figure out who I was and who I was meant to be at the time. But it was real hard especially as a young woman in that decade.

And through it all my papa and memaw didn't give up on me.

Until

A strange group came rolling into town one night; I was hanging out with my usual group of misfits in our local corner store parking lot when they rolled up, parking their motorbikes and strollin' around like they owned the place.

Yes this is how I met the boys

Now, they didn't cause us any trouble; simply just asked for some strange directions. Which We happily gave for some payment, and for a while, they kept coming around in the evening after the sun went down. My friends and I didn't really see anything suspicious about them, but do remember it was the sixties and a lot of drugs were floating around

(You get the idea we just had no sense of danger back then.) ( I ain't too proud of it.)

Anywho, I actually grew quite a liking to the group, I considered them to be good friends after a few weeks, but one stood out to me a bit more than the others, Dwayne. He was hard to get talking at first, but after breaking him down a bit, he had some interesting stories of things I had trouble imagining to the fullest, at times i thought him to be insane along with the other three but still despite it all he was kind of a sweetheart when you got to know him and i liked that.

we got close pretty quickly while they were in town. but eventually, the boy's little trip was nearing its end, and they were gonna be heading back to Santa Carla soon. It was a shame that they were leaving; so to make it a bit better me and a few of my friends who knew the boys tried to make their last week fun by partying with them and all that, but the night before they left, I noticed they had disappeared from the party and i stupidly went off to go find them.

That's when I discovered them.

I heard the sounds of tearing flesh and bones snapping along with the sounds of echoing laughter, which could almost have been mistaken for coyotes if it wasn't for the sight I saw.

I pulled back part of a bush, taking a sneaky peek over it; I was expecting a wild animal of some sort, and never in a million years did I expect to see my new friends bloody,tearing apart some random campers that were in the woods near our party and eating them.

I couldn't look away. Partly out of fear, and the other half out of curiosity. At first, I thought they were a cannibalistic cult of sorts until I got a good glimpse of the fangs glinting in the light of the campfire.

Shocked more than anything, I let out a quiet gasp, covering my mouth as I jumped back when a splash of blood took out about half of the campfire. The bush snapped back into place, and the silence was deafening. Then I felt a woosh behind me and was knocked unconscious.

Lame right. Yeah, they knocked my ass out; now, here's the best part. When I came to, I was back home on the ranch, laying in my bed.

Immediately. I jumped up and ran to my memaw, frantic, asking how I got home and what happened and about the vampires i had seen, and she just shook her head at me and gave me that look she would give when she was displeased as she told me.

"Your friend Dwayne told me you might wake up rambling nonsense about things like that. Said you had a little too much at a party last night. That nice boy was the one who brought you home and put you to bed. You should go thank him.”

I was never more confused in my whole life. Why was i alive right now? I knew my questions needed answers so That whole day I spent researching vampires, demons, and everything I could trying to justify that what I thought I saw was real, and by nightfall, I was convinced I was right. But I was scared. I didn't want them to kill me for knowing too much. But I also didn't want them to leave without giving me answers. But mostly I just didn't wanna be murdered.

So I hunkered down in my room, doors locked and window shut, sharpened broomstick at hand for easy stabbing if they tried to get me. For a good while, nothing came, so I relaxed a bit and went to turn on some music to calm me down. But for a split second, my back was turned, a whoosh was heard, and I was grabbed with an arm around my waist and a hand covering my mouth from behind.

"Don't struggle." He told me. But at the moment, I didn't register voices, and I wasn't gonna die without a fight, so I weaseled my hand over and grabbed my broomstick driving the sharp end through his leg. (Sorry, babe, my bad.)

(He's still mad about that to this very day like dude it was 23 years ago get over it )

When he got a broom through the leg, he dropped me, and that's when I realized who it was cause i had the chance to look back.

After shouting a few obscenities at the pain he pulled the broomstick out of his own leg and told me to chill out and that he would explain everything. And after i had my stick back i was a bit more keen on hearing him out, Luckily he kept his word

He sat down and told me Who he and the boys really were. How they got turned, what being A vampire is like. All of it, and I was less afraid at that point and more intrigued. Until he told me the last of it.

He told me that seeing them was a problem and that I had a choice to make. Either I get killed by them for knowing too much or come back with them and be turned. He explained the effects and what i would go through with turning and he said that he hoped i would choose it cause they didn't wanna kill a friend

(he is such a liar cause we got together like 3 months after this. He refuses to admit that its the only reason i had a choice to turn. Don't worry the others confirmed my suspicions and I will explain that later lol)

Well to make a long story short, that night, I packed some of my stuff and told my memaw and papa that I was leaving to get a job and start my new life.

Lots of tears with that. I still have the cloth napkin Memaw handed me to wipe my tears. Its sad though cause i got word that she died a month after I left. And papa a week after. He just couldn't go on without her.

Their ranch sits to this Day Practically abandoned. I come back to it once a month to keep up basic maintenance, but all the animals were sold to good homes years ago, and I don't bother to plant crops on it. I just keep the house pretty for nobody. Except me and sometimes the boys when they decide to join me on the monthly visit. But I'm off track now.

After saying goodbyes you can guess the rest of my story. I hopped on the back of his motorcycle. We met up with the others and took off towards sweet Santa Carla.

I've been a vampire for a while now, and it was honestly the best choice I ever made. I waited until my 19th birthday which was 11/23/1965 to drink the blood and make my first kill, but after I did, I never felt better. Wouldn't trade it for the world. Honestly

And that's that! Well i hope we can all be good friends and i cant wait to catch you guys on the boardwalk! Maybe as dinner maybe for a chat! Bye for now!

This is a oc rp account for the lost boys 1987 feel free to interact with her either as yourself or as your own oc! It would be fun to add more folks to our little world! Now this account will mostly always be in character unless specified otherwise. But anyways please lets all have fun and don't forget to be respectful of each other! Love you all

(btw this post was not proofread mind typing errors 🤣 )

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