Verse: Hey Little Sister - Tumblr Posts

hey, little sister

At sixteen, Anne Cormac eloped with her deadbeat boyfriend, James Bonny. They hopped on the back of James’ bike and jumped from city to city, motel to motel, for three years. Each year saw Anne losing more and more of herself until they were led into one last fight. James tried one last time to scare her, staggered off one last time laughing at her—and Anne mounted his bike and ran him the fuck over.

Anne has been drifting ever since, haunted and dissatisfied, unable to settle down. Eventually she rode out to Santa Carla. New to town and unable to afford accommodations, Anne tends to stick to public spaces. Something about this place feels sinister, to say the least.

Edit: The more that I think back, the more I remember about a dear friend (rest in peace) who told me about the novel, and I remember building a very similar verse with them on that blog that I might borrow from. It filled in story holes represented by the finished product in a lot of ways.

Specifically, I remember there being a gang of—I believe—werewolf surfers who opposed David and Co. for mastery of the beach. It accounts for some of the missed time and the bonding in the film.

For the purposes of this verse, and probably others, I think Hornigold’s Flying Gang should be a big motorcycle club, and Anne doesn’t know that she’s riding with twice-stolen valor: once because of her taking it from James, sure, but another time for James taking it without having the right to. Though not a vampire himself, James knew several members of the Flying Gang are, and accidentally indicated some of that information to Anne. Like the jacket and the Gang, Anne knows more than she probably should—but not all, and not nearly enough.

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Anne sat away from the noise and the thrill of the boardwalk, balanced on the bike at the far end of the parking lot. She tapped the cheap box of smokes against her hand even as she lit one—down to her last two, she’ll quit after this box—and pocketed the vanity lighter she’d stolen the same night as the bike and the jacket. No one fucked with her when she wore the stupid jacket. She should know, she experimented, leaving it in her pack in some towns and not in others. Hell!, even half an hour apart, she was left alone more wearing the jacket than not. James’ stupid biker club seemed to hold some notoriety after all, though this is the first Anne’s seeing of it.

Deep breath in, she’s a bright cherry glow alone in the dark. By the time she exhales, blowing smoke up into the night sky, she knows she isn’t alone. She closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath in without the cigarette, wishing the bastard had waited ‘til she’d finished before showing up.

“So, believe it or not, I know a little bit about ye. James…was a stupid, mouthy bastard. He didn’t say everything, but he said enough.”