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supernatural-thingz · 7 months

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On Fire

Part 2

Part 1

Part 2

Poly!lost boys x hellhound!reader

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Y/n sat quietly in the candle lit cave as her boys were out causing chaos. After some time had passed, she put her book down and decided to get cleaned up, her body still cased in ash from her shift earlier. She wandered through the caverns of the endless cave. It's really quite a fascinating structure. Some of the cave was mad up from this old chic hotel but other parts were formed over the years naturally and she loved the little pieces of nature hidden of the depths of their cave. Hidden away in the depths of the cave was a spring of ocean water that pooled in and made the perfect bath. The boys had put candles all around and Marko even snagged a few towels from some surfers he was harrasing on the beach. As she stepped into the room, it was dark. Not a single candle was lit but that's an easy fix. She flashed her eyes a crimson red and snapped her fingers together, emitting a flame around the room that lit all the candles. She smirked in satisfaction. Hellhounds could control fire and have incredible strength. Even more powerful than a werewolf but kind of similar. Y/n took her hair down and stripped off the random tshirt and sweatpants she had thrown on before entering the water. The ocean water felt cool on her skin as she scrubbed the soot from her body. Once she was clean of ash, she leaned against the edge of the pool just relaxing in the cool water.

It didn't last as long as y/n had hoped as she heard whoops and hollers echo through the cave. The boys were home. Dwayne was the first one to find y/n. "You know, if shifting causes you to have to bathe more, I'm all for it" he smirked as he peeled of his blood clad jacket and jeans before joining y/n in the pool. Y/n laughs and looks Dwayne over. He had blood all over him. These boys were messy esters. Even more so when they're pissed off. "Well considering how messy you all are, I think us all bathing more would be beneficial" y/n teases. Dwayne laughs as he gets closer to y/n and wraps his hands around her waist. Y/n studied his face. He had streaks of blood on his cheeks. She cupped water in her hand and washed away the red from his smooth skin. Dwayne watched her every move. He had never known such kindness. She was the kindest soul he had ever known and it still shocked him that he was theirs. Dwayne locked eyes with y/n and went to kiss her but they were both covered in a huge splash of water. "It was definitely a blonde" y/n said as she wiped the sea water out of her eyes. Marko now stood in the pool laughing his ass off. His curls now wet and crumbling apart making his hair look longer than usual. "I had to do it! It was too perfect of an opportunity!" Marko reasoned as he waded over to Dwayne and y/n. "Bullshit, you jealous little ass!" Dwayne bellowed as he grabbed Marko and dunked him under the water. Y/n shook her head and smirked at their antics before walking up to Dwayne and kissing his lips. "You know how jealous he gets, D." She teases knowing full well that Marko can hear her. Marko wasted no time striding over to y/n in the pool and smashed his lips into hers with such force that she hit the side of the pool. "I know my jealousy drives you wild, baby" Marko winks. "Excuse me but this is just rude!" Paul yells as he entered the room and kicked off his boots before making quick work of his clothes and joining the trio in the pool. "Starting the party without the best member?" Paul teased, grabbing y/n away from Marko. His eyes didn't land on her eyes like they typically did. Hid eyes were trained on the still fading scar on y/n's chest, right below her collarbone. Y/n grabbed his chin and picked his head up to meet her gaze. "I'm OK,Paulie. I promise." She reassures, quickly kissing his lips. He brushed his hand over her cheek and pushed her hair behind her ear. "I just worry about you, sweetness. I can't help it. I just wanna protect you from everything and anything. I want nothing to hurt you or pierce this beautiful skin." Paul leaned his forehead onto hers before taking a deep breathe. "I heal, hunny. I'm not as fragile as I look" y/n smirked before running her hands over Paul's shoulders. Paul immediately smiles "Oh I know you're not fragile, sweetheart. You can't be with us around. I'm sure we would of broken you by now if you weren't so tough." Paul winked before kissing her lips and diving into the pool to clean off his dinner. Y/n felt a presence and knew immediately who the feeling belonged to. She looked over at the doorway and David was leaning against it. His icy blue eyes watching the boys goofing around in the pool and you.

"Our pest problem has been taken care of, my love" David cooed as he entered the room and took off his blood stained clothes. He never broke eye contact with y/n as he entered the pool and made his way directly to her. He grabbed her hips as he got close enough and pulled her close. " Thank you for taking care of them. They were just gonna be a problem." Y/n said as she put her hands on David's chest. "They hurt our queen. We couldn't possibly let them just walk away" David responded as he held y/n in his arms. Y/n hummed as she felt safe in his arms. Surrounded by her boys. Everything felt right.

David swiftly caught her legs over his arms and put them around his waist. " I hear Paul made you a promise if you were good while we were gone and the cave's not on fire so I'd say you listened" David said as he slowly moved his hips, making his length tease against her. Y/n let out a hum that got all the other boys attention. "I..I just read my book....and took a bath." Y/n was able to answer breathlessly as David continued to move his hips, teasing her. "I'd say that counts as being good" David cooed before he captured her lips in a heated kiss and grabbed her ass with both hands. She swiftly lifted her up in the water slightly and slid his length into her. She let out a cry of bliss. Dwayne soon stood behind her, holding her up. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and started kissing the side of her neck. As David increased his pace, y/n leaned back into Dwayne more. Dwayne held her shoulders and reclined her back into the water so that she was laying on it, floating. Marko and Paul immediately came over and stared kissing her now fully exposed torso as Dwayne continued to kiss her neck and face. David rocketed his hips to meet hers and she bit her lip as her eyes turned red. "There you go,baby. Relax. Let us take care of you" Dwayne whispered in her ear. Her back arched as David continued at his quick speed. " Fuck this feels amazing" she gasped out as the boys just smirked. David clenched his jaw as he grabbed her hips with a bruising strength and rutted into her. David's eyes turned gold as his speed began to grow sloppy and y/n let out a moan as they released together. "Fuck Kitten. Feels like you bring me back to life" David groaned as he pulled out and trailed kisses up her stomach.

Paul was quick to take David's place between her legs. "You still with us,sugar?" Paul asked as he pulled y/n up so that her chest was against his. "You know it takes more than that to knock me out" y/n teases with half lidded eyes. She felt another pair of hands sneak around her stomach and looked over her shoulder to see Marko, grinning from ear to ear. "I think me and Paul have a plan to knock you out" Marko teased before kissing her neck. "Oh yeah?" She questioned, biting her lip. "Yeah,sweets. I think you deserve it after the day you've had" Paul adds as he smashes his lips into hers. She kisses him back,weaving her fingers through his long blonde hair. Paul then moves a hand down to her folds and his touch sends Shockwave through her whole body. "Fuck! Paulie please!" Y/n cried out begging him for more than just a touch.

He laughed a little before lining himself up with her entrance and rocking his hips forward but after that he stills his movement and moves his mouth to her ear. "You think you can handle me and Marko, sweetness? You gonna be a good girl while we tear you apart?" Paul teased with a pleased smirk. Paul was quite the tease when he wanted to be. Yeah most of the time he was a golden retriever goofball but times like these seemed to ignite his more dominant instincts and it was intoxicating. Y/n nods at a loss for words and Paul kisses her jaw as he starts to move his hips, dragging in and out of her slowly. He knew how to tease her. How to get her exactly where he wanted her. This woman was his world. A goddess. He wanted to treat her as such at any chance he got. Y/n's mouth remained open as she gasped at all the places Paul's length was hitting just right at this slow speed. But she wanted more. She pulled at the blonde vamps hair, unable to voice what she wanted as she was lost in the pleasure. Paul laughed as he let out a breathy moan. "Fuck yeah,baby. You want more?" Paul asked as Marko began biting at her neck from behind. "Yes" y/n groaned out. What she wasn't expecting was the feeling of Marko's hand feeling for her entrance and then him rocketing his hips,plunging into her in rhythm with Paul. Y/n lets out a screech and wraps her arm back towards Marko as she rakes he nails across his shoulder. "Shhh. Easy, Mi amore" Marko whispered as him and Paul stilled their movement and allowed her to adjust to them. "Fuck,sweets! If you keep squeezing us like that, we aren't lasting too long" Paul groans as he feels y/n's heat flutter against him. Once the boys felt satisfied that they had given y/n enough time to adjust, they both started rocking their hips in rhythm. Moans and groans came from all 3 of them as they moved together, the water around them splashing up at the momentum. Y/n's eyes turned red and her face started to smolder with a slight flame as she grabbed onto Marko with one hand and Paul with the other. "Ready,my love? Together OK?" Paul cooed with half lidded eyes. Y/n nodded as she threw her head back against Marko's chest and both vamps let out a moan while y/n's back arched at she let out a moan. "Fuck!" Marko exclaimed as he pulled out of her and tried to catch his breath (yeah he doesn't breath but old habits right?). Paul follows suit and peppers kisses over her face.

She looked drunk. She was in complete bliss. Exhausted but happy. Paul picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the pool where a towel clad Dwayne was waiting with a towel. Dwayne took her in his arms and wrapped the towel around her before carrying her out of the room and through the cave pathways to her bed. Well it was more their bed now since the boys preferred sleeping by her instead of in their usual spots. She was home for them. She was their safety. Dwayne laid y/n down in her bed and pulled the blanket over her towel clad form. Her eyes fought off sleep as she stared up at Dwayne. "But what about you?" Y/n asked with a voice full of sleep while reaching a hand out to him. Dwayne grabbed her hand and kissed it before laying down next to her and kissing her temple. "Later,Princess. Now you sleep." Dwayne anwsers as he pulls her onto his chest and notices how fast she falls asleep. Paul comes into the room not long after and curled up next to her, kissing her shoulder before nuzzling into her sleeping form. Marko then comes in and lays across her feet like a lap dog cuz let's be real he's just everyone's favorite rabid chihuahua. Finally, David joins his family laying on the other side of her as he observes the way she had fallen asleep in Dwayne's arms practically laying on him. Their little Hellhound.

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 8 months

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A Moment Of Peace. [Lost Girls AU]

Notes: Fluff. Like- tooth rotting fluff because I need to INDULGE yall, life's been hard LOL 🙏. And the boys being daddys has my brain ROTTING.

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of Pregnancy. Flirting and a little bit of kissing but nothing NSFW. Meant for ages 15+. Enjoy~!

Chrysta's hands worked at a delicate but quick pace, her thumb gently making contact with the end of the sharp needle strung securely between the two fabrics she was stitching together.

She admires her handiwork so far, seeing the small patch of purple polka-dots among the many different bits of clothing sewn carefully upon any tears or holes in the long wavy skirt that sat upon her lap. She looks at it with a smile, proud of herself whilst she holds it out to look at it against the dim candlelight in her nest, hidden away deep into the low ground of the cave.

Her attention is quickly pulled from her stitching to the sound of hushed whispers and giggles, echoing so faintly along the walls along with the low rumble of thunder and crashing waves outside.

She takes the thin indigo threat hanging from her needle and pulls it tight between her left bottom and top fang, cutting it. She places the needle in a safe, flat crevice to not be lost into the many sheets, blankets, and pillows swarming the small nest. The whispers that had yet to cease grew more indistinct as she moved from her sitting position to get atop her knees, leaning ever so slightly forward, looking through the sheen cloth hanging loose and low around the entrance of her nest working as some sort of curtains.

She reached a hand out to gently pull it away, just to see the world of the dim cave from beyond the foggy, cream tinted fabric in her way.

The small upturn splayed on her lips out of curiosity quickly grows with amusement and a swell in her undead heart. The four little bodies all huddled together against a perch near the rafters in the caved in hotel weren't that hard to miss.

"Quit pushing!"

"No fair, I wanna feel!"

"It tickles!"

"Ow, that's my foot!"

Chrysta can't help but let out a low breath through her nose at the amusing scene, finding her head giving a slight shake while she watches the small squabble between sisters a little longer.

Anastasia sat atop the perch her other sister's either crawled onto the top of or stood on their tippy toes to reach over. Her arm was outside the small cave opening, her pale hand with her fingers spread out and feeling the cool rainwater gently sprinkle down the palm of her hand.

Jennifer was fighting against Tiffany to have both their hands fit through it at the same time, pushing and shoving one another as they continued to not understand the concept of sharing- all while Katherine tried her best to even peek through and see the pale moonlight leaking in behind the thick grass Anastasia had also pushed away with her hand. The young girl trying desparely to peek through her sisters legs or between their bodies.

"Girls?" Chrysta called out, her voice ringing faintly against the caved walls, but not too loud it was booming. It was enough to have four heads quick turn to look at her, their eyes glowing a bit in the dark.

"Come back to bed with me. Your dad's will be back soon." She states with a small wave of her hand to behind her, watching them all exchange looks between each other before obeying their mothers request.

Tiffany pushes away Jenny and Kat, who quickly tale behind her as she runs halfway down the perch, and when she's low enough to the ground, jumps down the rest of it. Her sisters are following.

"It's no fair!" Tiffany whines a bit. "I wanted to go hunting tonight!"

Chrysta chuckles at the sight, the sound of bare feet pattering against the floor getting louder and louder as they grow closer and closer to the entrance of the nest.

Tiffany all but leaps through the opening and tumbles into the comfort and warmth of pillows and her mother's body, smiling content while nuzzling her face into Chrysta's waist.

Jennifer hurries next, getting in a more proper way, crawling through the thick layer of comforter and sheets and laying next to Tiffany.

And Chrysta quickly helps Kat inside next, grabbing the girl by her outstretched hand above her head and lifting her inside, the girl finding assurance at the opposite side of her mom that wasn't occupied by her other sisters.

"Yeah, they promised we could go tonight!" She explains her complaints along with Tiffany, hugging onto her mother's arm and looking at her for a reason or answer.

"They always say that, Kat." Anastasia's voice called, a small hint of annoyance laced into the words - only earning her Kat blowing a raspberry at where she still sat atop the perch near the rafters

Only three girls had gotten in with Chrysta so far, and she was quick to notice, looking back to see Anastsia still sat, her eyes once again strained outside, watching the storm and the pure rainwater glistening and dripping softly from rocks and grass. Her face was illuminated by pale light of the moon, enough for Chrysta to see the calm yet longing look on her eldest daughters face.

"Annie, come on," Chrysta ushered again, a small, hopeful smile on her lips as she made eye contact with Anastasia, motioning with her head to her other daughters. "Join us."

Anastasia twisted the strings of her night gown between her fingers a bit anxiously, her lips forming a tight line for a second as she shifted her gaze back to the opening in the cave. "Maybe in a minute." She replied, her voice quiet. But Chrysta heard.

The brunette watches her daughter's figure a little longer, a sympathetic frown falling on her lips, but she gives an understanding nod and decides to leave it at that.

Chrysta knew no matter how many times she said it didn't bother her, how any times she sounded annoyed when her sisters complained about not being able to join hunting, Anastasia truly did feel a bit disappointed or left out when her father and his mates left to go hunting, leaving her, her mother, and sisters behind.

She was jealous, and she was upset. She felt she was old enough - she was twelve after all, even if her sisters couldn't join, she was old enough to leave the cave for any other circumstances besides just a night on the boardwalk. Right?

"Mommy, how come we can't go hunting yet?" Kat spoke up finally, sitting atop her knees and hands placed on her lap with her head held high and looking at her mom expectantly. "Daddy said we could go next time - he even pinky promised!" She said, holding her hand out and wiggling her pinky finger.

Chrysta sighs a little, bringing her hands up to brush away the crazy dirty blonde curls framing Kat's face, cupping her small cheeks for a second as she looks into her deep, glistening puppy-dog eyes.

"You know they can be forgetful." She states simply, bringing her hands down to the zipper of Kats onsie and zipping it fully up to her neck, given the girl had tugged it down loosely to her collarbone. "But they are just as forgetful as they are protective. You're still young, all of you. It's risky taking you out when you aren't big enough."

Kat's pout only furthers as her bottom lip studs out, bringing a hand up to scratch and pry at the collar of her onsie with a grumble.

"But I'm old enough!" Tiffany speaks up next, lifting herself up from where she had nestled into her mothers pillows, pointing her thumb to her chest she had puffed out proudly. "Seven is a big kid age, and I lost both my baby fangs already! Jenny hasn't even lost her bottom set yet."

"Hey!" Jennifer pushes her sister harshly into the pillows again, using the traction to lift herself up and glare down at her, it only gets worse as Tiffany, in return giggled and squealed into the pillows at the action.

"Girls." Chrysta states sternly, seeing an argument about to break out. She pats the area in front of her where her legs are criss-cross, Tiffany quickly filling that space and sitting in the same position with her back tuned to her mom, head held high and arms folded tightly over her chest. Sticking her tongue put at Jenny, who returns the gesture.

Chrysta began to pull the braids, ties, and few bits of leaves and sticks from Tiffany's hair, letting a small slience fall on them before she continued, just to let the girls little spat calm down for a moment.

"As happy as I am that you are all very confident in yourselves, it's very dangerous and the chances of you getting caught are high." She begins, letting Tiffany's sandy blonde, mane-like hair fall from its pigtails, wrapping the decorated rubber bands around her wrist.

"Me and your fathers just want to play it safe and have you wait a bit longer, I'm sure the time will go by quickly."

It was an answer, but not one the girls wanted, obviously. Chrysta saw their moods only sour more. The pouts outnumbered her reassuring smile as they all looked to their hands or laps with disgruntled noises of agreement.

Chrysta gently tugs at the soft strands of blonde hair for a moment before letting Tiffany free with a quick straighten of her pajama top before she hurried back over to her mother's side. Jennifer took her place and awaited a nightly braid in her dark brown hair.

"Besides," Chrysta began again, running her dark red nails through Jenny's hair, separating a few sections into parts as she does so. "When Jenny and Annie go off with their dads very soon, I'll need help with the new baby coming. Won't I?" Chrysta mentions as her gaze falls between Tiffany and Kat, finding she had their attention on her again.

Kat and Tiffany look to each other with their mother between the two of them before their gaze goes to her tummy. The usually tight tanktop curled a little bit over the small bumb forming on Chrysta's figure visible to their eyes.

"I guess..." Tiffany comments through the corner of her lips as she plays with the buttons on her pajama shirt, while Kat places her arms on her mother's thigh, resting her chin atop her crossed arms She stares at the bump a little longer, her legs kicking behind her absentmindedly, the noise of her little feet making contact with the fluffy surface beneath her causes Chrysta to glance down at her through the corner of her eye, pausing in her braiding of Jennifer's hair.

A faint smile forms on her face as she quirks a brow. "Do you think it's going to be another girl? Or a boy?" She asks, bringing Kat's gaze back up to her.

Her eyes immediately brighten at the question, and a grin spreads across her chubby face as she replies instantly. "I hope it's a boy! There are too many girls, and I need a brother!" Kat says, her kicks quicken as she grew excited.

"No way!" Tiffany cuts in, throwing her hands up above her. "Boys smell. Oh, and all the daddy's snore too loud as well. I don't want any more boys!"

"But Daddy Paul says if mommy has any more girls, he's gonna pull his fangs out!" Kat responds to her sister.

"I hope it's a boy so dad doesn't have to give all his claw and teeth jewelry away, and I get to keep it." Jennifer responds as Chrysta finishes the long braid that goes all the way to her lower back, secure as no strands fall loose from it.

Chrysta just laughs at the small dispute and comments made with the question she offered, hearing the girls go back and forth, but it is a wholesome manner rather than an argument. She looks back up over to where Anastasia still sat, barely having even moved since the last time Chrysta had looked at her.

"What do you think, Annie?" She tries to include the platinum blonde, earning a small head crane toward her as Anastasia had heard her name. "Boy or girl?" Chrysta offers.

Anastasia looks off into space for a second, her brow furrowing and eyes narrowing as though she's thinking. The faintest of smiles grew on her lips as she looked back at her mom. "A girl. I just know it." She finally answers in a matter of fact way, a confidence in her voice that made Chrysta quirk a brow.

"Oh? And how are you so sure?" She smirks, putting a hand on her hip.

She watches Anastasia shrug, looking back outside, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, her smirk matching Chrysta's. "Cause I caught dad betting with Marko, Paul, and Dwayne on it being a boy."

As she says it, all the girls make an 'ooo' sound as though they were a bunch of women catching up on the newest hint of gossip- breaking into giggles as Chrysta's mouth falls open and agape at the confession.

"You sneak!"

The sudden, new and yet familiar voice exclaiming through the cave made all the girls jump- especially Anastsia, who let out a shrill squeal of surprise when a face suddenly blocked the vision of outside from her through the opening she was looking at.

"Dad!" She shouts angrily, muffled against her hands as she peeks through them to see David's face in all its glory (upside down) looking at her, a large, fanged grin on his face as he can't fight the chuckle that leaves his throat seeing he got the exact reaction he was going for.

It wasn't long before all the girls hidden away in Chrysta's nest hurried out with excitement at the arrival, running to the cave entrance when what followed the sound of David's laugh was more from other people, along with the sound of accessories chiming and echoing. A noise they all grew to know meant that dad's were home.

"Daddy!" They all shouted in sync, running to each individual body that were in just as much as a hury to see them as well.

Marko was quickly tackled in the legs by Kat, who wrapped her limbs firmly around his calf, giggling happily as he in return hopped around on one foot, lifting his other leg to look at her.

Tiffany jumped up and down while tugging at the hem of Paul's jacket, her laughter turning into a squeal of joy as he immediately scoops her up into his arms, throwing her in the air before catching her and holding her to his hip, nuzzling the end of his nose against her own.

Jennifer is almost instantly held in Dwayne’s arms, holding her secure and safely as he spins her around, just to hear her quiet giggles, resting his chin atop her head.

Anastasia hurries down from the perch just in time for David to follow after into the entrance, taking his eldest daughter into a tight- soggy embrace due to himself and the other boys being sopping wet from the rain (and additional blood dripping from their chins, and staning their lips) but she doesn't seem to mind, burying her face into his chest as he rubs her back soothingly, whispering something teasing about how he told her to keep the bet a secret.

"Guys!" Chrysta's voice cuts in, folding an arm over her stomach with a heavy groan. "You're gonna get the girl's pajamas wet and messy!" She explains while throwing the curtains back to fully see them all, her arm still outstretched to hold it back.

"Oh, is someone feeling left out?" Marko teases, bringing Kat up to cling onto his back instead, peeking over his shoulder at her mom.

"Does someone need a little wet love too?" Paul comments next to Marko, the two both looking at each other with a mutual agreement on what was about to happen.

watching the mischevious grins fall on each of their faces- including the girls - Chrysta finally realizes what he's insinuating. Her eyes go big, pointing her finger at them accusingly and giving it a small wave.

"No, don't you dare!"

"You brought this on yourself, Chrissie." David chuckles, taking a slow, threatening step toward her hiding away in her nest.

"You're not getting my blankets wet! Get out!" Chrysta tries to argue and demand, but it seems it's too late.

She barely even noticed Tiffany and Kat leaving Paul and Marko before the girls tackle their mother into an embrace that causes her to fall onto her back with a scream, which quickly grows into loud laughter.

Marko quickly jumps into the heavy mountain of pillows at her side, causing the nest to bounce a little with the sudden weight, making the girls give a little 'wee!'

Paul follows Marko... Except he falls right onto the top of Chrysta and the daughters, arms out to wrap them up in his embrace. It makes Chrysta grunt at the sudden ambush while the girls squealed and squirmed to try and get out of from under his weight.

Dwayne decides to be a little more gentle on his poor wife, only laughing and grinning at the scene as he sits close to the opening, one leg hanging from the edge of the opening. Jenny, however, is quick to join the pile of bodies, Jenny climbing atop of Markos back and sitting on him as he fakes groans of pain while she bounces up and down giggling.

"Mercy Jen, mercy! I may be immortal, but I have an old dad back now!" Marko says, reaching his hand up behind him to tickle her side, which ceases her actions for a second while she tries to push his hand away.

David follows Dwayne on the opposite end of the opening, Anastasia leaning against his side, curling up against him snugly as she watches the scene with a big grin, hugging her knees close to her chest.

"Okay, okay, I yeild!" Chrysta shouts while waving her arm out above her head, trying to make her voice loud enough to be heard over the giggles and muffled chatter. "Now get off before you squish me and my baby!" She jokes, her legs out at each of Paul's sides, kicking a little to get him to move.

He does, only after stealing a quick kiss from her, before he rolls over, taking Kat and Tiffany in each of his arms. He sits upright, shaking out his damp mane of rainwater dripping from the ends. The action left the droplets flying everywhere, sprinkling onto Kat and Tiffany as they giggled and sheild themselves from the inside rain.

Kat escapes it by quickly moving to where her father sat with Jenny still sitting atop his back, peeking an eye open to see her grab his limp arm and place her tiny body under it, snuggling up to his side and bringing her nose close to his cheek, feeling the small scratch of stubble against her nose as she nuzzles him.

Chrysta sits upright, fixing her crazed curls while licking away the bit of blood Paul had left stained on the corner of her lip. She looked at her slightly dampened clothes now, giving a glare to each of the bodies all curled up in her nest, but the twinkle in her eyes showed the glare was all bark and no bite.

"You're all brats." She pouts, looking down at Marko, who only gave a smug, lopsided grin whilst Kat licked away at the remaining splotches of blood against his cheek and chin. Like a kitten would lap at an offer of milk dampening the end of your finger.

"She missed us." David replies sarcastically, almost as though translating what Chrysta was saying as he looks between the boys, a smirk faint on his lips. He folds his arms while kicking his legs up and crossing them along the edge of the opening into the nest, watching as the little coven of vampires got comfortable in the warmth of blankets and bodies.

Chrysta just rolls her eyes at the comment. But he wasn't lying.

"But it is bedtime for you four. It's time to get some shut eye." David orders calmly, nudging Anastasias back with his shoulder where she leaned against him. That earned him whines from the boys and daughters alike.

"But I wanna stay up! I'm not even sleepy!" Tiffany argues, only to have a yawn follow, Paul mimicking it.

"Tough. You need to get used to sleeping during the day." Paul stretched, arching his back a little, which makes his chest puff out and push Tiffany off his lap, making her fall into her back with a grunt, followed by a laugh as she kicks her legs in the air against his thigh.

"True, and Papa Paully needs his beauty sleep." Marko comments playfully, standing to be on all fours, making Jenny roll off his back and to be quickly caught by Dwayne and David's legs so she doesn't fall out of the nest.

"Damn right, I do." Paul merely agrees with the joke meant to insult him, grabbing Tiffany by her ankles and lifting her up in the air, making her continue to squeal and cackle, looking around at the world now upside down. "Now, say goodnight to Ma." Paul lowers Tiffany down a bit behind him so she can grab his shoulders, letting go of her legs and feeling them hit his back before wrapping around his torso, her arms doing the same around his neck.

Kat climbs up Marko’s arm, getting a little help from him as he uses his unoccupied hand to lift her up onto his own back, feeling her follow Tiffany's actions and cling onto him.

"G'night, Mama." Marko says, placing a kiss to Chrysta's knee and giving it a small pat. "Night, Mama." Kat repeats after Marko, letting him lean forward a little so she can place a kiss where he did. But she takes the moment with how close she is to place a little pat to her moms belly. "Night, baby. I hope you're a boy."

It almost made Chrysta's poor undead heart start beating again, giving a little laugh. She leans over to place a kiss atop both her curly haired loved ones in return. "Love you, sugar." She speaks into Kats' hair, almost fighting the urge to keep them there a little longer as Marko pulled away and crawled toward the opening of the nest.

"Night, Mama." Tiffany calls, giving a sleepy wave as she rests her head in the crook of Paul's neck, blowing away his sand blonde mane that tickles at her cheek and nose.

"See ya, Dime-peice." Paul gives a quick kiss to Chrysta's cheek before following after Marko and hiking up toward the rafters hidden deeper into the cave, carrying Tiffany on his back the whole way.

Anastasia watches them walk away, seeing Paul kick a rock in the way of the opening she was peering through moments before. Blocking out the moonlight that'd soon become skin searing sunlight. She then glances up at David, seeing him looking at the exact place she was, watching intently and making sure his coven had gotten to their sleepaway safely. And he sensed the eyes in him, his gaze falling back to Anastsia, not saying anything other that raising his eyebrows a little with a small head tilt.

"Are you gonna join us in the rafters tonight, dad?" She asks, letting her hold around her legs slack a little.

David gives a small shake of his head, putting an arm around her as he sees a bit of disappointment cross Anastasia's face at the non-verbal answer. "Can't. I need to keep close to your mom until the baby's born, and she can join us again."

Anastasia knew it was true, given someone had to keep an eye on Chrysta while she's more vulnerable - yet she couldn't help but begin to miss the company of Chrysta and David sleeping in the rafters beside her. Still, she knew there wasn't much she could do, and it wasn't like they'd never come back, and when they would, it'd be with a new baby sibling. So she supposes she has something else to look forward to in the next seven months.

"If you get lonely, you can come back down any time you want, you know that." Chrysta steps in, giving Anastasia a comforting rub on her arm, David giving her shoulder a squeeze.

The blonde gives a small nod, looking between her parents with a small sigh. "Yeah, I know." She says, offering a small smile, placing her head against David's shoulder for a second, which gets her a quick kiss atop her forehead in return.

Dwayne stands outside the entrance now, a sleepy-eyed Jenny on his back as she hides away her face into his hair. He holds a hand for Anastasia to take, which she gladly does so with the offer to help her out, giving a small wave behind her to David and Chrysta.

"Night." She says, still holding Dwayne’s hands as they make their way to the rafters to join the rest of their coven, safe and hidden away from the sun and danger of outside.

Chrysta watches them all with a bit of longing, just a little sad she or David couldn't join them yet, especially feeling just a bit guilty to leave Anastasia by herself.

"And then there were two." David's voice brings Chrysta from her thoughts, looking toward her with half lidded gaze as the exhaustion of the night out began to kick in, but he grinned at her nonetheless.

"Three, actually." Chrysta corrected with a smile, feeling a little clever as David gives a small eyeroll while joining her at her side, letting his body relax into the comfort of her nest, given he was already getting used to spending his days sleeping there. He let's go of the breath he was holding, let any tense muscle in his body calm.

"Right... Right. Three." He comments, his voice gravelly and muffled against the skin of her shoulder as he closes his eyes, throwing an arm over Chrysta as he lays on his stomach, the side of his he'd laid against pillows and his breathing slow and warm against the skin of Chrysta's shoulder. His hand rubbing small circles into the side of her stomach.

She looks toward him as he looks as though he's asleep, but she knows he's still awake... Even if it's barely. She plays with the cuff of his jacket and his glove, feeling the way his fingers tense or twitch a bit with the faint feeling of her own hand.

"Hm?" David hums lowly, already knowing from the nervous touch of his mate something was up. His eyes stayed closed, but he felt the traction of Chrysta turning her head to him.

"You can go join Annie and the others in the rafters if you want." She whispers, bringing her arm up to run her fingers up the back of David's neck through where his mullet grew out. "I can take a night by myself."

"I ain't about to leave you in here, by yourself." David countered, his voice wary and a little stern, but it grew a little softer, running his hand against her side for any hint of comfort in his touch. "Anastasia will be just fine. It's only a few more months and it isn't the worst thing in the world."

"I know, I know... But are you okay with it?" Chrysta questions, moving some of the still wet strands of hair from his resting face, not seeing any reaction to her touch or words at all. Vampires really do sleep like the dead.

"I sleep perfectly fine when I know my coven is safe. My coven is safe and protected. I'm okay." He reassures, his voice still a little slurred and monotone as he tries to keep wake to aid his mate with anything or any of her worries, and Chrysta can't help but feel a little better knowing that, giving him a smile she's aware can't see, but he understands. He can feel that sudden peace of the moment and calm silence shared between them.

"If you say so. Then I'm okay, too." Chrysta whispers against his forehead, placing her soft lips against his cold brow.

David answers by giving her a tight tug toward him, his arm over her body brings her closer as he buries his face into the crook against her shoulder, placing a kiss to her neck, soft and innocent while exhaling a calm breath through his nose against her collarbone.

"That's it... Now go to sleep."

Chrysta hides the bottom half of her face into his bleach-blonde hair, breathing the scent of rain and his natural musk intoxicating her lungs. She holds the breath a little longer as she closes her eyes, letting it go after a second as her body goes heavy against David's.

A rare moment where she finally felt at peace.

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The Lost Boys (1987) Novel

Ever wonder what extra details or differences about the characters, scenes or what was left out when it comes to its novelization and the film? If not, I hope I made you curious enough to find out.

The Lost Boys by Craig Shaw Gardner, is a novelization of the 1987 American supernatural horror film directed by Joel Schumacher.

A mother and her two sons move to a small coast town in California. The town is plagued by bikers and some mysterious deaths. The younger boy, Sam, makes friends with two other boys, the Frogg brothers, who claim to be vampire hunters. Meanwhile the older boy, Michael, is drawn into the gang of bikers by a beautiful girl named Star. Michael starts sleeping days and staying out all night while Sam starts getting into trouble because of his friends' obsession.

This book has been out of print for over two decades and is a rare, highly sought-after item within this film's massive cult following. At the time I write this the prices for the physical book ranges from $300-$500. Even a previously used one can run up to $100 or more. You're best best is to stick to a digital format, which I heard there's a free PDF version somewhere online.

It's only 220 pages long and despite being so short it's a novelization that's pretty faithful to what was on screen. It even includes several scenes that were later dropped from the film, such as Michael working at the beach as a trash collector. The roles of the opposing gang, the Surf Nazis, who were seen as nameless victims of the vampires was actually expanded upon. It also included several tidbits of vampire lore, such as not being able to cross running water and salt sticking to their forms.

Anyway, here are my notes and thoughts about it, along with what I've learned from the novelization about the characters, their fictional world and whatnot.

Why did the Lucy, Michael and Sam Emerson move to Santa Carla, California?

"His mother had explained it to him [Michael] until he had practically memorized the words. Even after their little scandal his father was still a pretty important person in their part of town. There was no way they could stay in Phoenix [Arizona] without running into him. He didn’t want the kids, and Mom didn’t want him. So Michael and Mom were on their way to Santa Carla, along with brother Sam, dog Nanook, and all their worldly goods.

Their grandfather lived in Santa Carla. From now on they would stay with him."

It's never outright mention, but strongly implied that the scandal is that his dad was having an affair. Well, that's what I think because an affair would indicate premeditation or deliberate intent over a period of time, while cheating is usually a one-time event.

This would probably explain why Lucy's financial situation wasn't improved after the divorce. There was no repairing the relationship, especially if it's an affair. She just wanted the divorce to be done with as quickly as possible and have full custody of her sons, even if it meant she wouldn't get a fair amount for child support.

Fun Fact: Santa Carla is a fictional quintessential beach town, located in California. It was actually based on and filmed at Santa Cruz, however the name, Santa Carla is actually an anagram of Santa Clara.

Fun Fact 2: Santa Cruz also earned the moniker "Murder Capital of the World," because of the town's real life history with serial killers in the '70s. The film borrows that aspect from Santa Cruz as well.

Director Joel Schumacher thought the location fits so well for the fictional world of the Lost Boys' vampires.

"The movie didn't come together until I saw it [Santa Cruz]," he told the Santa Cruz Sentinel. "At the time, there was an enormous amount of transient kids moving through Santa Cruz. This is exactly where I would come if I was a teenage vampire." [x]

Fun Fact 3: In real life, a trip by car from Phoenix to Santa Cruz takes about 11 hours. I was curious about how long it would've taken for Lucy, Michael and Sam Emerson to drive all the way to Santa Carla. So I imagine it'll be about the same amount of time in the fictional world too. This is also good to know if you want to be super accurate or better plot out your Lost Boys fanfiction. XD

Also, in 1987 the average retail price of gas was $0.90 cents per gallon. [x]

Fun Fact 4: The most iconic part of the Santa Cruz boardwalk is the wooden red-and-white tracks of the Giant Dipper, which was feature in The Lost Boys and among other medias.

The Giant Dipper was built in just 47 days at a cost of $50,000. Today, labor and materials for merely painting the Giant Dipper are estimated around $300,000. It also now costs a little more to ride the classic coaster compared to May 17, 1924, when the Giant Dipper opened to the public. The fare then was 15 cents; today (as of 2023) it’s $8.00 per ride.

On February 27, 1987, the Giant Dipper and the Looff Carousel (which was also in the film) was designated a National Historic Landmark. I tried to find the fare during that time period, but the closest I could get was an old article from Los Angeles Times which mention that the fare for the Giant Dipper was $2.00 in August 12, 1990. [x]

What is the name of Michael and Sam's father?

We don't know in the film, but the readers find out that his name is Lance.

Did you know that the Lost Boys entrance scene in the novelization differs from the film?

And then the Lost Boys walked in. Another gang, a lot better dressed than the Surf Nazis, but still a gang. Their leader, a tall, blond fellow named David, walked up and got right on the slowly moving carousel. The ride was almost over. The other Lost Boys followed him on. And as they spun around, Shelly managed to smile in David’s direction. David smiled back and nodded his head slightly in greeting, a polite gesture, the sort of friendly nod you might see a hundred times in the course of a day. Greg didn’t think so. He scowled at his girlfriend and jumped up from his seat. He took a couple steps in the Boys’ direction, but the other gang was moving too. No, not to face Greg. He realized they were going to go by him as if he weren’t even there. Greg stood up and said something that wasn’t exactly flattering. He shoved the Lost Boy out of the way. But now David was there. The calliope played on. Waltzing Matilda. The Surf Nazis joined Greg. Waltzing Matilda. The Lost Boys closed ranks as well. If the Surf Nazis wanted a fight, they were ready. Won’t you go a-waltzing, Matilda, with me. Greg stared at David. David took a half step forward. He found a nightstick pressed against his Adam’s apple. David let his eyes follow the nightstick down to a beefy hand, attached to the body of Big Ed. All three hundred pounds of Big Ed, a security guard with no love for Surf Nazis or Lost Boys. The carousel ground to a halt. The music stopped. The ride was over. Big Ed’s mouth was small for his head. When he opened it, his voice was soft after the calliope’s “Waltzing Matilda.” “I told you to stay off the Boardwalk.” David stared at the guard, not moving for a long moment. Big Ed’s eyes were small, too, but the anger there made up for what they lacked in size. David smiled and turned his head toward the Lost Boys. “Come on,” he said to the others, “let’s pull.”

That was the novelization and in the film there's a noticeable difference...

Shelly spots David coming up from her left and their eyes meet for a brief second, catching his attention. She turns and he stops behind her, cupping her cheek to look deeply into her eyes.

He walks off and she continues staring after him. Greg who was sitting right beside her on the ride, realizes they were having a moment. In his jealously he puts his hand on her face to push her away and to take his anger out on Dwayne as he was the closest.

She snaps out of it, but is stuck in her seat trying not to get caught up in the scuffle. David see Greg trying to grab at Dwayne and he joins in by planting his hand on his face to keep him away.

They get interrupted by the security guard, who puts his nightstick against David's throat and drags him away. With all their attention on him he tells them all, "I told you to stay off the boardwalk."

With a short chuckle David grips at the nightstick and says, "okay, boys, lets go."

The guard releases him and before leaving David throws in a quick wink at the other gang.

What did Sam and Michael do when fighting about who would get the room that was closest to the stairs and the bathroom, and it had a great view of the backyard?

Michael nodded. There was also only one way to handle younger brothers. “Okay,” he said calmly. “I’ll flip you for it.” Sam glared back at Michael, but he didn’t speak. He knew as well as Michael that older brothers usually win out in the end. But Sam also knew that Michael’s offer was his only chance. “Okay,” Sam said slowly, as if he had to drag the two syllables from his lungs. Michael laughed, grabbed Sam, and flipped him upside down. This will show the little bugger! Thinking of Sam as a bugger made him laugh even harder. Michael gasped as white-hot pain shot through his body. He looked down to see Sam biting his thigh. “Owww!” Michael pushed Sam away with what energy he had left. “You little shit!”

This is one of the deleted scenes from the film. It instead jumps to Michael chasing Sam down the stairs. Lucy telling them to not run inside the house. Sam opens the sliding doors to one of the rooms to hide in, only to stop in shock of what he sees inside of it. Michael catches up to him, but also stares in surprise. It's their grandpa's taxidermy room.

What did the Emerson family do in the afternoon they arrived?

They spent it unpacking and having dinner (probably a pizza) when they were finished. Michael helped his mother with the dishes by drying them, while Sam was in the other room looking for some music to put on.

He’d made another decision this afternoon too. He put the platter down at the back of the dish rack. There’d be no better time to tell her than now. “Mom,” Michael began. “I think I’d like to get a job.” His mother looked up from the sink, a question in her eyes. She didn’t ask it. “School’s only a few weeks away,” she mentioned. He took another plate from her hands. He dried it for a moment before he spoke again. “I was thinking of not going back to school.” The stereo kicked to life in the other room. His mother frowned at Michael.

Before she can say anything about it Sam and Nanook rushed in. Sam grabs her hand and pulled her away from the sink to dance with him.

Mom and Sam boogied all over the kitchen, while Nanook barked for emphasis. The two of them danced in his direction, reaching out to drag him in. Michael shook his head and backed away. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do. But he really didn’t feel much like dancing.

This is another deleted scene from the film. The difference however, between the novelization and the film's deleted scene is that Michael doesn't pull away and lets himself get dragged into dancing with them.

In the actual film, however, it jumps straight to the Emerson family (not including grandpa) exploring the boardwalk. Michael and Sam stick together to check out the live concert while their mother tries to get a head start on job hunting.

Fun Fact: In general, most public schools in California start the school year in mid to late August or early September.

If we're sticking to Santa Cruz as the basis for Santa Carla, that would mean the first day of school is in August. So the events of The Lost Boy film and novelization takes place on the last month of summer -- July. As that would certainly match with school being "only a few weeks away."

How did Lucy get a job at Max’s Video?

She was looking for 'help wanted' signs at the boardwalk when she noticed a little boy crying near a restaurant sign. He was all alone and looking very lost. Next to the restaurant was a well-lit store with a bright neon sign that read Max’s Video. She guessed that the boy might've wandered out of from there and took him inside it.

“This boy seems to be lost,” she began. She glanced around the store. Besides the youths, there were four other customers. “I thought maybe his parents might be in here?”

It wasn't long before a young woman rushed in and headed straight towards the little boy. After that Lucy talked to Max and he offered to interview her for a job at his store.

In the film Lucy walks pass a woman putting the security guard's picture up on a bullet board with other missing people posters. She awkwardly makes eye contact with her and continues on. She notices a 'help wanted' sign, but her attention gets draw away when she hears a little boy calling for his mother and that he can't find her.

Max watches in interest as the little boy and Lucy interact outside his store. The Lost Boys walk in and he's immediately frowning at them, but his attention gets pulled back to Lucy as she walks in and tells him that the little boy lost his mother.

Everything after that is basically the same in the novelization.

Fun Fact: Lucy Emerson's name was chosen as a reference to the fictional character Lucy Westenra from the 1897 novel Dracula by Bram Stoker.

Fun Fact 2: Max is inspired by Peter Pan, as he is the leader of The Lost Boys and immortal. Just like Peter with Wendy, Max also wants Lucy to be the mother to his boys.

Who else worked at Max's Video store?

Maria, the cashier is an attractive young black woman. She shows Lucy the ropes and reveals that...

“You know, I’d be out on the street if it wasn’t for Max.” Maria laughed softly and shook her perfectly coiffed head. “Nobody would have given me a job the way I looked when I walked in here.”

It was Lucy's first day at work and she noticed that Max still hasn't shown up. What excuse was she given for his absent?

“Didn’t he tell you?” Maria frowned as she studied her perfect nails. Whatever she found wrong with them was completely beyond Lucy. “He only comes in here nights. He’s busy opening another store in Los Gatos. It’s going to be much bigger than this one.”

Maria also told her that...

Max usually showed up an hour or two before the store closed to do a little financial business back in the office. Besides that, she never heard from him, either.

Fun Fact: The town of Los Gatos, California does exist. It is located in the San Francisco Bay Area just southwest of San Jose in the foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains. The drive to Los Gatos from Santa Cruz takes about 30-48 minutes, depending on traffic.

Los Gatos is Spanish for "The Cats". The name derives from the 1839 Alta California land grant that encompassed the area, which was called La Rinconada de Los Gatos ("The Corner of the Cats"), where the cats refers to the cougars (mountain lions) and bobcats that are indigenous to the foothills in which the town is located.

Sounds like it'll be a perfect place for a vampire to set up a second location (or make it into another possible hunting ground) as any deaths can be blamed on cougars, bobcats and hiking accidents.

It's a smart plan and we know that Max is the careful type (seeing as only the Lost boys knew his true identity and not a half-vampire like Star). He has lived long enough in Santa Carla to know it's better to keep a low profile and plan accordingly, especially for a more secure future.

What job did Michael get?

He had seen the notice the night before, tacked to a telephone pole along the Boardwalk: “Dayworkers wanted. $4.00/hour.” The notice had said to show up for work on the beach at seven a.m. From the crowd around him it looked like about thirty other people had read the notice too.

He was one of the lucky few who got picked to collect the trash on the beach. This was another deleted scene from the film.

Fun Fact: In 1987 California, the state's minimum wage had been $3.35 an hour since 1981. But it was raise to $4.25 an hour on July 1, 1988. [x] [x]

What motorcycle does Michael have?

Honda XL 250

What did Michael do with the money he earned from collecting the trash on the beach?

When dropping off Sam with their mother, he attempted to give it to her (along with the money he had leftover from Christmas). She thanked him, but said it was unnecessary and gave it back to him. She wanted him to save it for school and focus on being a teenager, not adult things like their financial situation.

Michael smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror. This was all right. He was glad his mother made him keep the money, after all. He squared his shoulders and frowned at his reflection, tugging the battered black leather sleeves until they were just right. This jacket made him look years older. Michael smiled and shoved his hands in the jacket pockets. With this jacket on, he belonged on a motorcycle. Those teenagers last night had nothing on him anymore. He told the shop girl with the spiky pink hair that he’d take it.

This was another deleted scene from the film. Instead it jumps to Michael on the boardwalk already wearing the leather jacket and checking out a small booth in which a girl was getting her ears pierced for $10.

Fun Fact: A thick, long-lasting leather biker-jacket is expensive, especially a brand new one. It would've cost around $300-$600. However, an affordable and good leather can still be found thrifted.

It sounds like Michael did just that because he found a used leather jacket, indicated by the "battered" sleeves for a decent price. It makes sense because I doubt he had worked or saved enough money to get himself a brand new one. He must've thrifted one for less than $90.

“What’s this?” Lucy opened the envelope to find a folded Christmas card with a half dozen folded five- and ten-dollar bills inside.

He might've had enough leftover to also get his ears pierced for $10, but before he can check Star popped up from behind him. She told him it was a rip-off and offered to do it for him for free.

Star and Michael introduced themselves to each other and learned that both their parents were once hippies. But before Star could go with him to get something to eat David interrupts them. He calls Star over and tells Michael to follow them and surprisingly Michael never once question how David already knew his name.

At Frog's Comics book store, what did Sam say to impress the Frog Brothers?

“If you’re looking for the diet frozen yogurt bar,” the first one added, “it went out of business last summer.” So this was it. His first real challenge in Santa Carla. Sam had to cool these guys out fast. “Actually,” he admitted, the slightest touch of boredom in his voice, “I was looking for a particular Batman, j Series E, Volume 26, Issue 14?” The two commandos looked at each other. “That’s a very serious book, man,” the first one said. “Very serious,” the other agreed. “Only five in existence.” “Four, actually,” Sam replied with the slightest hint of a smile. “And I’m always on the lookout for the other three.”

Fun Fact: The names of the Frog brothers, Edgar and Alan, are a reference to the classic writer of horror fiction, Edgar Allan Poe.

Fun Fact 2: The original comic book store, Atlantis Fantasyworld used in the film was actually located in downtown Santa Cruz—not on the boardwalk, as it appears to be in the film. It was also destroyed in the Loma Prieta earthquake of 1989 and has changed locations twice since then.

The shop's owner Joe Ferrara II even appeared as an extra in the film. He still carries the original #1 issue of 'Vampires Everywhere' that Sam reads in the film. The comic was created only for the film, and its opening page is signed by all of the cast members from the movie. I've heard that it's still on display at the shop for everyone to see and to take pictures with.

Fun Fact 3: In the film Sam doesn't say all that, just that he's "looking for Batman #14". It does exist and its status as an early Batman comic makes it valuable in its own right, but it’s not “only five in existence” type of rare. However, a 9.8 graded copy apparently goes for around $54,000.

What type of motorcycle did David have?

The Lost Boy gunned his bike. It was a Triumph, a machine big enough to make Michael’s Honda look like a toy. He eased up, letting the engine rev back down.

Fun Fact: Kiefer Sutherland, who played David broke his wrist in three places. They weren't filming at the time so he popped a wheelie on his bike, but hit one of the trolley car tracks and injured himself when he fell. He had to wear gloves the entire time to conceal the cast. They also modified his bike so that it was easier for him to used with one hand.

At The Lost Boys panel at FanExpo Dallas he recount this story and reveals that he wasn't just having fun on the bike, but he was showing off. This is because there was a cute girl on the boardwalk that he liked and wanted to impressed her.

Fun Fact 2: At the time of filming Kiefer (David) was 19 years old, Jami (Star) was 20 years old, Jason (Michael) was 19 years old, Alex (Marko) was 19 years old, Brooke (Paul) was 21 years old, Billy (Dwayne) was 22 years old and Chance (Laddie) was 10 years old.

This, however, doesn't mean that their characters were the same ages too. In the novelization we know for sure that Michael's 18 years old and once summer ends he'll be starting his final year of high school. Sam is 13-14 years old and would to be entering it. The Frog brothers are about the same age, but might be a year or two older than him. As for the vampire boys...we don't actually know.

In the fandom it varies, but the general consensus is that Dwayne is the oldest in the group (as in their bodies' physical age) and guessed to be 20-21 years old, David is 20-19, Paul is 18, and Marko is the youngest at 16-17.

As for who's been a vampire the longest it would be David as he's the leader of the group for a reason. The second oldest is usually a toss up between Dwayne and Marko though. But most usually go with Dwayne as the second in command. From the novelization we definitely know that Paul was the last one to joined the group before Star and Laddie.

We know this because Star mention how she was able to connect with him better than the others. She believed the reason for that was because he hadn't been a vampire as long as the others and still remembered what it was like as a human to be lonely and lost.

Anyway, I bring this up because the film was originally set to be directed by Richard Donner with Fischer and Jeremias' screenplay which was modelled on Donner's recent hit The Goonies (1985). They envisioned it as more of a juvenile vampire adventure with 13 or 14 year old vampires, while the Frog brothers were "chubby 8 year-old Cub Scouts" and the character of Star was a young boy.

When Donner committed to other projects, Joel Schumacher was approached to direct the film. He came up with the idea of making the film sexier and more adult, bringing on screenwriter Jeffrey Boam to retool the script and raise the ages of the characters.

Fun Fact 3: In the film and novelization we only know the Lost Boys' first names. And Dwayne's name was never said out loud in the entire film and was only known in the end credits.

Also, there's a bit of confusion within the fandom as some believed David's surname is Powers. It's not. In The Lost Boys: The Tribe (which is technically non-canonical) Shane Powers (who's actor, Angus Sutherland is actually Kiefer Sutherland's real life half-brother) meant it in a ‘blood brothers’ way.

Shane was a member of the Surf Nazi and while at a bonfire party (the very same one the boys took Michael to), the Lost Boys attacked the group. He survived their feeding frenzy, but got unintentionally turned into a vampire by David.

Why did Michael drink the "wine"?

It's a combination of being high on marijuana, peer pressure (mostly from vampire mind manipulation/compulsion nudging him) and he didn't actually understand what was really going on. He thought this was all a part of an initiation. That the final step was to drink the wine, and that Star was in on it too.

He smiled at David. He knew what they were doing. First the maggots, then the worms, now this. How much of a fool did they think he was? The wine really was as dark as blood. It was the best joke of all. He lifted the cup to his lips. He’d show David and the others that he wasn’t afraid of anything. “Good joke,” he said. “Blood.” They all watched him drink it. It was salty and sour for wine. Michael wondered where David had found it. It probably had been down in this cave ever since the earthquake.

Fun Fact: When they're eating Chinese food, David leaves his chopsticks sticking straight out of his and Michael's food. In many Asian cultures, including but not limited to Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and Vietnamese, share standard rules of table manners across the board.

One of the biggest taboos is placing your chopsticks vertically in your bowl, especially with rice. This is because it is not only brings bad luck but it is a sign of death. The act of sticking your chopsticks upright can be seen as an invitation for spirits to come to dine with you. In Vietnamese culture, it can also resemble a funerary incense bowl, which is often associated with the commemoration of the dead.

What happens after Michael drinks the "wine"?

He passes out and somehow gets home and into his bed. I'm guessing the Lost Boys helped him as they already knew where he lived. As for how they got that information they followed him because they originally planned for him to be Star's first victim, which she revealed to him.

“What did you do last night?’’ Sam asked. “You look totally wasted.” Michael shook his head. “I can’t remember much after the Chinese food that looked like maggots.”

And for some odd reason...

"The bottoms of your feet are covered with salt,” his brother replied. This was just too much to deal with. Michael stood up with a groan and began to shuffle out of the room. "I told you it was pretty weird Chinese food,” Michael culled to his brother as he walked out the door.

Fun Fact: I was curious about why would salt be sticking to the bottom of his feet so I looked it up.

Salt is known for having purifying properties that can ward off evil. Since vampires are often considered creatures of evil, it would make sense that salt can ward them off too.

For example, in many folklores the best way to stop a vampire (or most evil spirits, creatures, etc.) is to carry a small bag of salt with you. If you are being chased, you need only to spill the salt on the ground behind you, at which point the vampire is obligated to stop and count each and every grain before continuing the pursuit. If you don't have salt handy, some say that any small granules will do, including birdseed and sand. Another example is to simply toss salt over your shoulder. This is so you can blind any creature trying to sneak up on you.

However, salt wasn't used like that here so I did some more digging around and apparently it can also be used as a tracking device. It would be dumped on the bedroom floor of a vampire victim. The idea was that the vampire would step in the salt and the salt would stick to their bare feet, which would then allow the Buffys, Van Helsings, and Winchester Brothers of the world to follow the saline path back to the vampire's grave.

That brings me to my next question, where would the salt come from and why? The only possible explanation I could think of is that maybe Grandpa Emerson (being aware of vampires) could've put some salt around Michael's bedroom floor, especially after noticing he shows signs of vampirism. It could be a way to know if Michael is being targeted as the vampire's next victim or if he is one now, than Grandpa Emerson would know better in what direction to look for the main vampires' lair.

I'm probably overthinking it, but we don't really know all that much about him. Just that he's a retired businessman, has a small marijuana bush growing outside his kitchen's window, has taxidermy as a hobby, keeps his root beer and double-thick Mint Oreo cookies on the second shelf and he visits Widow Johnson a lot.

He could simply be a hermit and scarcely ever ventures out to town or is secretly an experienced vampire hunter that knows how to keep a low-profile. Of course, I find out that in the The Lost Boys Vol. #1 comic (which is a miniseries that picks up after the 1987 film) it's apparently the latter and there's a bit more to him than I thought.

But the more likely possibility is that maybe the vampires in The Lost Boys' universe all have salty feet (well, more like salt sticks, collects and/or coats their skin -- if that's the case it's probably unavoidable when they're living so close to the ocean) as a trait. It sounds like it was made up for the film to help people like the Frog brothers to identified vampires. Or maybe this only applies to Santa Carla's vampires?

What else did we learn about the vampires' weakness?

He [Michael] realized that he had turned the hot water off. It didn’t make any difference. The water still burned. He pulled his arm from the shower. What was the matter with the shower? He looked at the angry red welts running down his arm. The cold water had burned him.

Fun Fact: Water is also known as the source of life and so naturally works against the undead. On a practical level, it can also deter predatory creatures that hunt by smell, as water can misdirect or damp scent trails. But running water in particular is a traditional weakness in many vampire mythos. Vampires are thought to be helpless when submerge in it and can be destroyed to many variations of death (such as drowning) because of it.

This myth comes from the Church (in ancient times) trying to feel protected because it was believed that nothing evil could swim or cross running water.

The origin of this may be that Jesus was baptized in a river (washing away evil and sin), but undoubtedly helping the folklore is that running water is much cleaner and safer to live near than stagnant water. Stagnant water doesn't wash away harmful content, is more inviting to mosquitoes and other vermin, promotes mold, and so on.

Vampires are thought to be wretched and disease ridden abominations. Because of that the purity of the running water repels them. However, in some folklore vampires are known to be territorial creatures and don't cross running water, such as rivers and streams because it often serve as natural marker boundaries in the region for hunting territory.

So, if they really wanted to they can cross running water just fine, but they choose not to. It's an unspoken rule that all vampires follow in order to keep the peace with other vampires in the same area.

From this we can accurately deduced that the Lost Boys can't take showers, but can still take bathes. As for if they can cross bridges, or take boats I don't know. Some vampires can't cross running water under their own power or by their own will. Others can as long as they use a human under their control to carried them across, maybe they can still [transform and] fly or jump over it themselves?

I think it's more the latter than former, as we don't actually see it or read it, but it's implied that the Lost Boys jumped off [or hovered above] the Hudson's Bluff, which overlooks the ocean, with their bikes while they were messing with Michael. It's hard to tell what they were actually doing because of the thick fog.

What did Michael tried to eat or drink?

Besides, his brother was right. He should put something in his stomach. He opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk. Pain shot through his stomach and chest. He doubled over, dropping the milk.

The room was also spinning and pulsing, he could even feel his own blood surging through his arteries and veins...

Michael forced his head back down. He had to stop this somehow. He saw a mouse in the comer. A large mouse in a trap, its neck slashed and broken, but not quite dead. It struggled feebly in the comer. And it bled. Bright red droplets fell to the kitchen floor. The mouse pulsed and expanded, just like everything else around Michael. He didn’t care. All he could see was the blood. The mouse stiffened, eyes wide open, dead at last. Michael dragged himself over toward the dead rodent, heedless of the pain in his stomach and chest. He reached out his fingers to the pantry floor. He had to touch the blood.

Michael calmed down a bit after tasting some blood and the pain went away too, but he needed more. At that point he was falling into feral vampire mode and wasn't fully himself. He followed the loudest heartbeat in the house, which was his brother.

In the film this scene is slightly different. Michael picks up a carton of milk to drink it only to drop it and collapse in pain. Then it cuts to him with his face and body hidden in shadow as he climbs the stairs menacingly towards his brother.

What song was Sam singing to in the bathtub?

Sam sang along with the tape on his boom box. Clarence “Frogman” Henry croaked “I Ain’t Got No Home.” Sam croaked along. He might not have a home, but this bathtub was the next best thing.

What kind of dog is Nanook?

Nanook is an Alaskan Malamute (which look similar to Huskies) which are known for their peak at the top of their head, which resembles Bela Lugosi's classic Dracula hairstyle.

Fun Fact: To keep up with the Peter Pan theme, the name Nanook was inspired by the Darlings family pet dog, Nana.

Fun Fact 2: When Michael was giving into his hunger Nanook protected Sam by biting Michael's hand. In Peter Pan the crocodile is known to have eaten Hook’s hand and this scene was a little nod to it.

Fun Fact 3: Completely unrelated, but if you're curious about what the name Nanook means-- In the language of the Inuit people, “nanook” or “nanuq” means “polar bear.”

In Inuit mythology, Nanook was the master of bears, meaning he decided if hunters deserved success in finding and hunting bears and punished violations of taboos.

How does Star describe each of the the Lost Boys like?

All the Lost Boys were so different. Marco was always mysterious; Dwayne a little awkward. Paul was the comedian of the group. He’d do anything to get her to laugh. From the time she had first gotten to know them, David had fascinated her, but Paul had always been the one she could talk to. She sometimes wondered just why that was.

Which of the Lost Boys was recruited before Star and Laddie?

Before she and Laddie had come here, Paul had been the newest member of the gang. She thought that perhaps, more than the others, Paul still remembered what it meant to be lonely.

Readers also learn that Star ran away from home. The why is still unknown but we can correctly assume that it was from an unsafe or toxic environment. As for Laddie we still don't know his story, only that in the film his photo is on the back of milk cartons (such as the one Michael tried to drink from) saying he's missing. Oh, and that his last name is Thompson.

I originally thought he was just a random kid that the Lost Boys snatch in order to keep Star from leaving them. They knew she has a soft spot for children and they, in particularly, David (or Max, as nothing happens without his say so) exploited it.

However, the novelization implies that Laddie was with Star before ever meeting the Lost Boys. That while on the streets she came across Laddie and because he's so young, she couldn't resist the need to help him. Soon after they got lured in by the Lost Boys and tricked or forced into drinking the blood.

Maybe they turned Laddie first so that she wouldn't hesitant to follow him? Or they both drank it without realizing it and she continued to stayed for Laddie because he still needed someone who genuinely cared for his well-being. To not only protect him, but try and save him from a damned life.

In the film, the Lost Boys interaction with him show that they cared for him in their own way, but there's probably a good reason why we don't often see vampire kids.

Laddie's presence certainly helped to keep her grounded to her humanity too. Maybe that's why we never saw her vampire face? It takes a lot of inner strength to not give in. Readers get a better understanding of that from Michael's perspective because he couldn't snapped out of it, and would have done something reprehensible if it wasn't for Nanook protecting his brother.

Fun Fact: Well, more like it's an interesting fact...In the mid-1980s, the nonprofit National Child Safety Council began a nationwide program called the Missing Children Milk Carton Program by putting photos of missing children on the back of milk cartons. By March 1985, almost half of America’s independent dairies had adopted similar milk carton initiatives.

However, the milk carton campaign faded out in the late 1980s and was abandoned altogether when the AMBER Alert system was created in 1996. The replacement of paper milk cartons with plastic jugs also contributed to its demise.

How long was Star with the Lost Boys?

They were killing the Lost Boys. In a way they had been her family. She had been with them for a couple weeks, ever since she had run away to Santa Carla. But she had never seen them as vampires. For some reason they had hidden it from her. She realized she had never known their true selves, only their human remains.

“A couple of weeks” generally means a time period that is more than one week but too short to be measured in months. For that reason many people considered it to mean 14 days; two weeks.

A lot happens in such a short amount of time, especially in the film, but in the novelization it has better pacing.

What happens after Grandpa Emerson saves them from Max?

He reveals that he always knew about the vampires living in Santa Carla and in the novelization, in particularly, the epilogue he's the one who's been narrating it...

After that things pretty much returned to normal. We fixed up the house, Lucy got a new job, Michael went back to school. Star did, too, after she found a place to stay at the Widow Johnson’s. Laddie remembered where his parents lived. And Sam decided he wanted to learn to stuff animals.

What's special about the Lost Boys’ cave?

Grandpa Emerson continues the epilogue and hints...

That place where all the Lost Boys slept is only the beginnings of the cave. Those tunnels seem to go on forever, maybe even all the way back into Santa Carla. And the noises that come out of there? My daughter insists it’s just gotta be the wind. Sam says it’s probably some sort of animal. But nobody knows for sure. So you’ll excuse us if we only visit the hotel during the daylight. And we haven’t quite gotten the gumption to go back there and check those noises out.

Fun Fact: The filming location for the entrance of the Lost Boys' lair, is the Hudson's Bluff Sea Cave at Rancho Palos Verdes in Los Angeles County, California. It's at the foot of a rock 'spur' jutting into the sea by Terranea Beach. The rest of their lair was built on Stage 12 of the Warner Bros. lot.

Fun Fact 2: The hotel was based on the Valencia Street Hotel in San Francisco.

Fun Fact 3: In early drafts of The Lost Boys scripts, there was suppose be an end credit scene. It would've been one of the few 80s movies to do so, but it didn't happen.

The film's final ending was so punchy that filming the tag was never a priority, according to the film's production designer Bo Welch. Once Warner Bros. cut the film's budget by 35% before shooting, the tag was the first to go. "It never got beyond the discussion stage," Welch said.

In the book, The Lost Boys: Lost In The Shadows by Paul Davis you find out what it is they had in mind.

The camera would've panned back to the Lost Boys' lair, focusing on an old weathered mural on the hotel wall, which would show a smiling Max in the early 1900s boardwalk, talking to a group of young men.

You don't see their faces as it was left to the viewers' imagination. It could've been David and his gang or another set of Lost Boys before them. But it's clear that Max and his Lost Boys (not just the current ones) have been terrorizing Santa Carla for that long.

Fun Fact 4: There were plans to make a sequel named The Lost Girls just two years after with David returning as the main villain. This is why David's body doesn't turn to dust like the others. He didn't die, even after being impaled on a pair of antlers. It can be assumed it missed his heart or it needed to be made of wood to be proper "stakes".

Scripts for the film circulated in the early '90s, but the film was never made. However, the plot point would eventually turn up in the comic book Lost Boys: The Reign of Frogs.

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there's a heaven above you (don't you cry) - Part 14

Rating: M Pairing: Lost Boys/OC Fandom: The Lost Boys Warnings: violence, arson, swearing, breaking and entering, sex…

Summary: The thing no one ever tells you about time travel is that you don’t have any control over where you end up or when you leave. It just happens. It also hurts like a bitch. Notes: This will be a poly pairing, so if you’re not into that, don’t read. It’s not beta-read so I hope you’ll forgive me but enjoy!

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Chapter 14: Don't Get Mad, Get Even

Now that she had forgiven the vampires, Darcy had a feeling she was never going to get rid of them. It was bad enough when she first met the men. Now that she was actually letting them in, she was pretty sure she might have to spray them with a hose filled with holy water to keep them away.

“What happened to you?”

She looked up to see Clark walking into the store. “What do you mean?”

His face scrunched up like he didn’t want to answer. “Nevermind. I don’t want to know.”

Darcy grinned. “You sure?”

“Very. I just came by to warn you that those surf assholes are looking for you.”

Darcy sat up straight. “Me?”

“Yeah. They’re saying you're the reason their place burned down. You and one of those bikers.”

She didn’t stop the smile that grew at the reminder of the night before. The encouragement of her violence was so deeply pleasing to her that she could barely put it into words. She had always been told she was the problem, something to use and to fix. It was never like that with these men. “Oh…well, that’s because we did.”

Clark’s eyes went wide. “You did?”

Darcy leaned against the counter, resting her arms on it. “Wouldn’t that be a story? Imagine if we just Molotov cocktailed the place, once we made sure it was empty, of course. But that would be crazy…after all, we’re pretty distinctive, aren’t we?” She probably should have felt bad for what she was doing, but Darcy had enough run-ins with the police to know that if there was no actual proof, they couldn’t pin anything on. Witness testimony from other punks didn’t hold up, especially if no one could say she actually confessed to them.

He frowned slightly, unsure if she was telling the truth or not. “So…did you?”

Darcy tilted her head, watching him. “Do you think I would?”

“I think they would.” She knew exactly who he was referring to.

“Probably,” she agreed. They were going to have to do something about that though if the surf assholes were looking for her. She wasn’t worried about them going after the boys. The whole vampire thing worked in their favour. Darcy just wanted to make sure any retaliation against her wasn’t going to impact Sampson, Clark, or the innocent people at the motel she lived at.

Clark left without a word now that his warning was given. Not unusual. Darcy settled back in her chair and started planning.

The boys were waiting for her as soon as the sun set. Of course they were. Darcy made a note to talk with them about the concept of boundaries and what hers were. This time though it saved her a trip from trying to find them, especially since they preferred to hang around the boardwalk and she preferred to avoid it.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” she asked as soon as she was close enough.

“Then wait for you? Nah, girl.”

David held out a hand for her, inviting her to his bike. She was tempted to choose someone else just because but she decided to throw him a bone. She let him guide her behind him. The engine under her was warm and she wrapped her arms around David’s waist before he took off without warning.

The good thing about riding with David was that despite his mullet, he had less hair than the others, allowing her to easily see what they passed. Pedestrians dove out of the way as they crossed the boardwalk. They drove through the sand, laughing as they sprayed some of the people hanging around bonfires.

Darcy recognized the cliffs that made up the entrance to their lair. Paul swept her up off of David’s bike into a hug, before she dug her fingers into his ribs. She had no clue if it hurt but it was enough that he squirmed before Marko yanked Paul into a headlock and he was forced to let her go. Dwayne was at her side, offering to help her down. She stood at the top of the rickety metal stairs before she turned. “You’re going to have to carry me. I’m not walking down this.”

She heard someone laugh but Dwayne was dutiful in the way that he carefully picked her up and held her firmly against him. She closed her eyes but it only took seconds before she could feel that they were in the cave. Dwayne set her down gently.

“Thanks,” she told him.

“Don’t have to thank me, rosy-girl,” his fingers brushed her cheek. She was suddenly reminded of that night in the cave when he brought her funnel cake to celebrate karma hitting that animal abuser hard.

“We told you,” David’s arm wrapped around Darcy’s waist, drawing her away from Dwayne. “We’ll take care of you, Darcy.” He dropped down on a chair, pulling Darcy with him.

“Yeah? What does that entail?”

“Whatever you want, babe!” Paul called out as he made his entrance. Marko followed behind. The two of them playfully shoved each other.

She focused on the way David’s arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. He pressed his face into her hair, grip tightening slightly. “Are you hungry?”

“A bit,” she admitted.

“Marko! Go get some food.”

“Darce! Anything you want?”

“I’m not picky,” she called out, leaning back into David. Marko grinned before disappearing.

David’s hand slipped under her shirt, softly stroking her stomach as he kissed her neck. It was strange to feel so comforted by the action considering what he was. She can’t stop the flinch though as his thumb presses against the surgical scar on her left side. He paused. His thumb stroked the scar again and Darcy forced herself not to react to it.

“What happened?” His voice was low, laced with a threat that she knew wasn’t aimed at her.

“It’s from a surgery,” she answered, trying to keep her voice steady. It’s not enough as the others seem to hear. She found herself quickly surrounded.

“Surgery?” Paul asked. “What happened? Wrong side of a knife after you swung a bat at them?” it was playful, but the same threat was in his voice that was in David’s. “

She smiled at the promise in them. It was an odd thing to know that there were people who were prepared to fight for her, especially considering why she had that scar in the first place. “No, I had to donate part of my liver.”

There was a moment of silence that suddenly felt suffocating.

David’s grip tightened. “Had to?”

“Yeah,” she said. “My sister needed it.”

The men look at each other, a silent communication she wasn’t a part of. She tried not to let it grate.

“You offered?” Paul asked, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

Her throat tightened, a familiar lump growing in response to the question. There was never a chance to offer. She simply had to. She can practically hear her family telling her that she should consider herself lucky, that she should be grateful she can help, that she is so selfish!

“Darce?” A hand tilted her face up, back towards David who was staring at her with a slight frown. He seemed to read something in her expression because the next thing she knew, he moved his hand off of her stomach and was pulling off his glove with his teeth. Her eyes were drawn to the scars that littered it, the reminder of her conversation with him. Fucking fathers.

“My sister has been sick my whole life. I had to give her whatever she needed: marrow, plasma, liver…whether or not I wanted to. That was the only reason they’d had me after all. They told me themselves. Everything had been perfect before me. By the time I was old enough to say no, they guilted me into it again and again, carving more of me away until I’d had enough. They turned everyone we knew against me for being selfish, for not wanting to help my own flesh and blood. I refused to be anything they could use ever again.”

Someone was growling.

It took her a moment to realize it was all of them.

“Never again,” David said, voice lower and rougher than usual. “No one’s ever going to force you again.”

Darcy smiled and leaned forward to kiss the ridge of his brow. “They haven’t forced me into anything for years. Not since I crashed their car and stopped staying in their house.” His face smoothed into the human one she knew well.

“That why you’re living in a motel?” he asked. “In Santa Carla?”

“I told you,” she teased. “I’m a time traveller.” They laughed at that and Paul and Dwayne finally eased up, moving away from them. It likely helped that David motioned them off.

His thumb smoothed over the scar one last time. He reached up, brushing her hair back and tucking it behind her ear. He paused and she felt him pull the backing off of her earring.

“Hey, what are–”

He put a finger on her chin, turning her face back away from him. He took out her earring and tossed it. She heard it bounce off the ground. She sat there for a moment before feeling him press an earring into the space he had made. When his fingers moved, tracing a path down her neck, she turned to look. It took a moment before she realized what was missing.

“Did you…give me one of your earrings?”

“Looks better on you,” David said. “Now you’ll have a piece of me wherever you go.”

“Thank you.” It was a sweet gesture and something told her that David didn’t usually do sweet. Maybe it was the way they tended to interact, ready to tear each other's throats out at any given time.

He leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t soft. David kissed her as though he was trying to consume her. He burned himself into her. He finally pulled back when Marko returned with food.

Darcy was a little high from the way Paul kept shotgunning his joint with her. She was lying on their couch, listening to the way the boys were rambunctious around her.

“Hey, rosy-girl,” Dwayne murmured as he knelt next to her. “I got an idea.”

“Hmm?” she turned to look at him. He was lit by the fires in the cans that they had burning. It was a good look on him. Made him seem more human somehow. Maybe it was the warmth of the light on his skin.

His hand slipped up under her shirt. He found one of the surgical scars easily, fingers brushing against it. He didn’t move higher as she expected. “You want to erase those scars? Make something beautiful on you.”

“Like a tattoo?”

He grins at her. “Better. I’ll make some new scars, a reminder of who you are.”

Darcy frowns slightly. “You wanna cut me up?”

“Just a little,” he says. “It’ll hurt, but you’re not afraid of a bit of pain, are you?”

“Pain’s never stopped me before.”

His grin turned a bit sharper. “Knew it wouldn’t.” He flipped open a knife. She eyed it carefully, but it looked new and sharp. “Let me?”

She considered it carefully. She wasn’t exactly a fan of knives near her, but it wasn’t like he’d put her to sleep through it and the idea of changing those scars into something she chose was appealing. It would shift from something taken to something given. “Yeah,” she breathes. “Yeah, okay.”

Despite being high, and Paul shotgunning more into her mouth, she felt everything. Dwayne was extremely skilled. The pain wasn’t as strong as she expected it to be. He spent his time carving into her and distracting her with his mouth and tongue pressing against her skin.

She fell asleep, feeling someone's hands stroke her hair and Dwayne murmuring that she’s been so good for him.

Darcy woke to the sun hitting her face. She moved automatically, trying to roll away from the brightness. The sharp pain across her abdomen made her gasp and bolt up, instantly regretting it. She breathes through the pain, a practice she’s all too familiar with and has long tried to forget. A quick glance showed that the boys had managed to properly bandage and wrap her stomach. It was tempting to undo so she could see how far Dwayne had gotten, but experience has drilled into her to leave her bandages alone.

Darcy pushed herself to her feet before leaving the cave. There was no point in sticking around bored out of her mind waiting for the sunset so the vampires could wake up. She had better things to do. Like finding a way to get to her job that she was probably late for.

It took her longer than she wanted to get up those fucking awful metal steps. She mentally cursed the fact that she was attracted to a bunch of vampires who had no consideration for the humans they stole. Not that she could blame them. She wouldn’t make an easy exit for anyone she decided to kill, but it was a fucking pain to deal with now. Especially when the wounds on her stomach were killing her. Figuratively.

She considered stealing one of their bikes. They didn’t actually need it and it would’ve served them right to have to share when they left her alone in their cave. The only thing that stopped her was the fact that she wasn’t entirely sure she could balance properly. Not with how her stomach twinged with every movement.

So she walked.

She saw the smoke first.

It took a moment before she realized where it was coming from. She took off running. There was a small crowd on the street. She shoved her way past the tourists and the few familiar citizens until finally, she was close enough to see it. Sampson’s shop was burnt down. A still smouldering wreck that was hollowed out and collapsing before her.

“What the fuck?” Darcy exclaimed, looking at the chaos she knows she didn’t cause. “What happened?”

“Darcy!”

She turned at the sound of her name. Camila, Sampson and Clark came barreling toward her. Clark hit first, hugging her tightly before he realized what he was doing and let go. Camila took his place, hugging her before pulling back to cup her face in her hands and turning her head so Camila could look her over.

“Dios mio, you’re okay! We thought you might have been caught in it! No one’s seen you! You weren’t at the motel!”

“What happened?” Darcy asked again, looking between the two adults.

“Surf Nazis came for revenge like I said they would. Everyone knows you work here, Darce,” Clark said.

Anger burned through her, as hot as the fire that lay dormant in front of them. “They did, huh?” That’s fine. She could deal with those assholes. She knows if she asked, the vampires will help. Still, that does not erase the fact that her work is destroyed. It wasn’t even hers. She looked over at Sampson. “I am so sorry.”

“Nah, Darce. It’s a bummer but it’s just threads. The man is already asking ‘round. More important that you’re safe. We were buggin’ out thinking you were inside.”

“The boys picked me up after work,” she said. “I spent the night with them.”

Camila muttered a prayer before hugging her again. “Where are you staying?”

“The motel?” Darcy answered.

“Is that safe? Mija, if they know where you worked, they know where you live.”

That was an excellent point. Still, Darcy hated that they were forcing her into this position. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll figure it out.” Worst case scenario, she’d stay in that stupid cave. She wasn’t about to let that happen though. She’d deal with these assholes first.

“You can stay with me,” Camila offered. “Come, let’s get your stuff. Even if you find somewhere else, you can have your stuff somewhere safe until you decide.”

She barely knew Camila but Sampson did and she trusted him. “Sure, thanks.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout the store, Darce. I’ll let you know when I have something else set and I’ll come by Camila’s, drop off your pay, ya dig?”

She tried not to smile. “I dig,” she agreed. Clark disappeared again but Darcy let herself be led away from the wreckage by Camila.

She gathered her meagre belongings from the motel and dropped them off in the spare room at Camila’s house. The older woman seemed ecstatic that she was there, taking the time to show her around and, more importantly in her words, feed her.

Fuck everything else. This made it worth it. Camila apparently hadn’t had anyone to feed in ages because she seemed enthusiastic and determined to find out what Darcy’s favourites would be.

Darcy was free to roam the house as she waited but she stayed close and kept up the conversation.

“Is this your husband?” she asked, pointing to a picture on the mantle. Camila was younger, but the smile on her face was the same. The man next to her was a little taller, his grin wide and holding Camila close next to him. He looked like a good man, but Darcy knew how looks could be deceiving.

“Ah! Si, that is my Ernesto! That picture was taken the day we met our guardian angel.”

Darcy looked over, bemused. “Your guardian angel?”

“It was in Los Angeles, Nineteen…sixty-five I think. Ernesto and I, we were struggling. I was thirty,” she went back to cooking and Darcy followed her into the kitchen. “When I met him. Smart man, handsome, but it was not so easy then. Our angel, sh-they helped us find our home. Gave us money for a proper start.”

Darcy’s eyebrows rose. “What did they want in return?”

“Nothing.” Camila laughed when she turned to look at the expression on Darcy’s face. “It’s true. Said it was payment for the future, that they wanted to…invest in our happiness. Never asked for anything in return. And we’re not the only ones in town who have received their help. Our angel would come by sometimes, just to sit with us. I think…they were lonely.”

Darcy had never considered herself lonely at any point in her life. Being lonely meant that you were giving others power over you, that you were setting yourself up to be indebted to someone for their company. She refused to part with anything of hers that she wasn’t fully willing to give.

Before night fell, Darcy started walking back to the bluffs. Her stomach burned with the movement but she needed to find the boys before they saw the burnt down remains while looking for her. If they were going to be as pissed as she was, she wanted to aim them in the right direction. The Surf Nazis stole something from her, from people who helped her. She would steal something back.

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through another lens - a bit of friendly advice

When morning comes, it is to a perceivably empty house.

Mom is already on her way to work.

Grandpa is…probably still asleep.

And Michael is nowhere to be found, again.

Sam wishes he would just stay put for once.

But he doesn’t have time for those worries, he’s got possibly the longest day of his life coming up soon. His last phone call with the Frogs had ended in them deciding on an attack near midday on Friday, giving them one more day to prepare.

“How’s your brother doing, Sam?” Alan always seems a little more levelheaded than Edgar does. Sam appreciates that, even if he’s doubting their expertise more with every interaction.

“I think he’s doing better, and he knows about Max—” Sam explains that Michael confirmed Max’s status as the local head vampire, and that the group he’d fallen in with were all still half, like he was.

“Great,” Edgar mutters “We get to save a whole street gang.” There is a heavy dose of sarcasm in his words, and he’s glaring at Sam while he peels garlic and stuffs it with some difficulty into the cavity of a squirt gun.

“Man—come on, there’s a little kid involved.” Sam tries to reason, “We could be reuiniting a family!”

“Who knows how long that kid has been missing, Sam. His family probably think he’s dead. Every bloodsucker is a threat, half or not, little kid or not.”

That doesn’t inspire a lot of confidence towards thinking the Frogs aren’t going to try and kill his brother the second they see him. Sam just hopes they can get this mess over with before there is ever a risk of that happening.

Barnard Emerson is no fool.

He knows damn well what his daughter and grandsons have gotten themselves mixed up in, and he’s got no interest in letting it continue. He was an old man who had made a few less than ideal choices in his now stagnating age, but that didn’t mean he was about to let his whole living family do the same.

He’ll have to live with knowing Michael made his own choices.

That’s alright.

The boy is smart enough not to get himself killed, and that’s the important thing.

“Sam.” Barnard’s youngest grandson visibly jumps at the sound of his voice, which is normal, he’s very light on his feet even well into his late seventies.

“Yeah, grandpa?”

“You remember what I told you yesterday?”

Sam blinks at him, mouth partially open like a dumbstruck chipmunk. “Yeah?” It comes out slow, a syllable for every letter.

“Good. Thought you should know, garlic don’t work like that.” Some part of him does enjoy watching the confusion turn into surprise into frustration and annoyance. “You got some bad information, boy.”

“You… know?”

“I’ve lived in Santa Carla for near fifty years, and there’s a reason I don’t go near the town.”

Sam still isn’t quite looking at him, eyes narrowed in focused thought. “Were you trying to warn us? When you said—”

“—I wasn’t trying to do nothing. But your mother and your brother got swept into the wrong places before any of you even settled in.” Between the dinner fiasco and the disappearing every other night and the day-shift only video store hours and the goddamn salt trail he’d had to clean up. “You’re in over your head. All three of you.”

Sam swallows visibly, “I—we—the Frogs and I have a plan—”

“—I ain’t letting you get yourself killed, Sam.”

“So help us!”

Barnard Emerson chuckles at that and nods towards his studio for Sam to follow him. The least he can do is arm the boy and his friends, get them where they need to be. And while he is an old man, he’s not often the type to do the least. If Sam is really intent on finishing this, he’s not doing it alone (and those comic book boys he’s been hanging around with can’t seem to tell the sharp end of a stake from the blunt).

One more.

One more hunt and he could forget this whole business.

Read the rest here <3

#the lost boys #lost boys fanfiction #lost boys fandom #the lost boys fanfic #the lost boys 1987 #piles of vampire bs #i have a writeblr for this but shh

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kurt-nightcrawler · 1 year

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Oh hell yeah I’m writing a fic let’s go

💃💃💃

#*does really sad white indoor twerking*#it’s gonna be cute that’s all I’ll say #the lost boys #the lost boys fanfic #tlb

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kinokomynx · 2 years

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Headcanons of Poly Lost Boys with a cannibal gender-neutral partner

Warnings: Blood mention, mention of eating people, cooking(?), Steve kemp mention (a character from Fresh), sex mention, and that's all. Please tell me if I missed anything!

Author's Note: I do not own these characters. Thank you for requesting.

R3blogging and followings are very much appreciated and welcomed. Hope you are well!

Request(ed?): Yes! - Ignore this if this is weird or uncomfortable, but how would poly lost boys (without Micheal or Star) would react to you being a cannibal? Idk man but I feel like that would make them 10x hornier, or disappoint David lol. Love ya work! - sent by anonymous

It's damn near impossible to hide the scent of blood near these (4) four wild beasts, they practically live off it. As soon as you step foot into the home, cave, or Boardwalk and smell like blood? They’re obviously on you, trying to find out what is wrong and trying to pick the pieces on why you smell like blood, yet you don’t have anything on you nor seem hurt; it confuses the hell out of them, especially Dwayne and David as they’re the ‘smart ones’ of the group.

Depending on the time you eat, whether it's night or day; they’re gonna soon find out as your breath smells like blood, probably Paul or Marko will point it out in a teasing way; “Oh babes! Your breath smells like blood, trying to excite us?” which will make the others perk their heads high, seeing as not only David and Dwayne can smell it, but so can the others.

There are two ways of them finding out, A) You tell them, or B) They find out by themselves. If you tell them, David will look at you, eyebrow raised, and say ‘what’s even the point? That’s like the same thing as a vampire but a weak version.’ Whilst Dwayne is looking at you, confusion is written all over his face. He, of course, is a bit confused, but more worried about your health; asking you if you at least cook it, if not: he’ll bonk you on the head.

The two chaotic brothers are somewhat… Excited. Paul and Marko both look at each other, smirking as they both ask if you could go hunting with them or at least be willing to go eat with them. Paul asks stupid questions, ‘can you eat it raw?’ and ‘if you eat certain parts…?’ which he gets a hit on the back of the head by Dwayne.

If you decide to keep it a secret and make them find out; their reaction is more so relaxed, however the same thing. If you continuously sneak out, either during the evening or night to ‘eat’, they’re gonna follow you and try to find out why you smell like blood, practically changing the subject whenever it's brought up.

Once they see you eating, their reactions are a full mix. David is looking at you, a small smirk but his eyebrows raised; showing he didn't expect that out of everything. Dwayne has his duck face on whilst nodding, signaling that you are just as interesting as them and you continuously blow his mind.

Marko and Paul have the same reaction but are more excited (horny) as they see their partner has blood on them. Paul starts rambling on how cool (hot) you are and what they can all do for once. Marko is talking about how adorable this is and quite mad you didn't tell him earlier; saying all of you could go hunting.

If you cook at home, they're practically gonna come over, watch you do what you do as they're interested in what you do; watching you whilst music is playing in the backround.

If your job is (some-what) doing what Steve Kemp does: selling human meat to wealthy clients, they'd find the situation cooler; especially Paul. He'd find you more attractive, but way more intimidating; always teasing the outsiders about how they shouldn't mess with you.

Dwayne would save some food for you, in a way to show that he cares for you. David would also save some, but more so wouldn't ask; just give it to you when you're not looking.

Both the chaotic boys; Marko and Paul, aka; horn dogs, love to suggest having sex after hunting, hinting that the blood makes it more attractive to you. However, Dwayne, once again; hits them both in the back of the head for being idiots.

If you do decide to go hunting with them, practically tagging along; they all get excited for whatever reason, seeing as they can see you kill someone. This, will, however, practically lead to having sex with them.

To be honest, they don’t mind. Their teasing and the inviting are more push forward. But, David will pester you about being a vampire; saying it’s more fun and what’s the point of doing it if you're gonna get sick whilst still being human. He will drop it if you tell him off, but he doesn’t see the point of it. Dwayne is the worrier, he tends to make sure you at least drink some water and eat vegetables while eating. Marko and Paul are little shits, practically teasing you and stealing the food off your plate to push your buttons.

They, however, really would like you to come with them; not enjoying the fact that you go alone and you might get hurt by the victims, but if you insist on still going alone: at least one of them is following you, making sure you're okay and if they need to step in.

They all love you the same, nothing (really) changes; just makes the relationship a bit more exciting.

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Do not plagiarize, repost, modify, translate or copy my work.

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motionless-friction · 2 years

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Okay guys I'm not trying to sound like a dick here.

BUT WHEN SOMEONE IS WEARING RINGS, THE METAL IS RARELY COLD!

Unless they're hands have been in the cold, like outside during winter, or in a freezer, or holding something cold like a bowl of ice cream.

I wear six big ass biker rings, I used to wear sixteen. I can promise you the metal isn't gonna be cold unless their hands are cold.

The metal will warm up to the temperature of your hands, the same way necklaces and earrings will.

Can the metal sometimes be cool feeling to someone else?

Yes, of course. If someone else's body temperature is different from the individual wearing the jewelry, the metal can feel cool to the touch. BUT NOT COLD.

Again I'm not trying to sound like a dick, but when I read fanfics, and the character has a ring(s), writers keep claiming the the metal is cold.

And it gets under my skin so fucking much.

It shouldn't bother me, it's not like it's the end of the world or anything, but it bugs me something fierce.

My biggest rings band is thicker than a quarter, and that sucker is only cold if my whole hand is cold.

And I've been wearing rings like this since I was 9, so I know what I'm talking about.

Sorry if I came off as bitchy or whatever, but I really needed to rant about this real quick.

That's all for now, I hope you have an awesome day.

And sorry if I upset you with this rant, that wasn't my intention, I just need people to understand that rings are rarely gonna feel cold.

For those of you wondering how I used to wear sixteen rings. ⬇️

As they say X marks the spot.

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jack-is-lost · 2 years

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Here's my "No fucks given" chaotic fanfic idea. Where I write without caring about the outcome because I just want to write for fun without getting overwhelmed about how shitty it might be. I also want this to be interactable! Well, as much as I can make it be, anyway. Basically, every chapter will have an opportunity for you, the reader, to decide a path or choice. I'll either pick out an answer/suggestion that is often given (out numbering the others) or one I can work the easiest into this fanfic. These suggestions can be left in the comment section, given in anon ASK, or within the tags (if you reblog) Believe me, I will read them all. —

Overnight Shift | TLB fanfic

GN!Reader | no pairing at the moment | interactable fanfic No real warnings or triggers. Typical vampire context so some violence and/or blood. If anything changes, new warning will be posted within updates.

The radio crackled along your hip. Your last name ringing clear from the static. With a mouthful of noodles, you try to chew fast before bringing the device up to your lips, repeating your last name to announce it was you. "What is it?"

"Trouble by the Big Dipper, need you here ASAP." Quick and to the point. The supervisor of the post always sticking true to his lack of humor. Then again, it did sound serious.

You looked to the partially devoured carton of delicious Chow Mein and sighed, "Ten-four, on route." So much for a break and this batch of noodles were so fresh too.

Tossing the carton into a bin, you pulled on your jacket while hurrying out the establishment. It wasn't necessarily cold outside, Southern California never really does 'cold', but you preferred to keep your badge pinned there rather than directly on your shirt — or dangling around your neck. It was against protocol to have it attached directly to your belt, like you'd prefer, so you made do with feeling a little warm as you jogged along the boardwalk.

The Big Dipper, the well-known classic wooden coaster, came into view along with a bustling crowd of bystanders. No doubt gathering around just to witness whatever was going down. An accident? You thought, gaze shifting along the tracks — looking for any signs of a collision or derailment. Nothing that you could see. Drunks, maybe? Came the next plausible theory. Santa Carla was never running low on its fair share of misfit drunkards.

You shouldered through the crowd only to pause as a bottle came crashing at your feet. A boisterous yell of victory from above guiding your eyes upward. There, on the tracks of one of the highest peaks, gathered at least three figures hooting and dancing.

"Police have already been called," Came Charles to your right. "Along with the fire department to assist on getting them down."

"Idiots," That's all you could think as one almost stumbled off, gathering reactions from the crowd. "Let's get this crowd thinned out and backed off so they can work when they get here."

"This is why I radioed you," his hand gave your back a firm pat like a dad proud of his kid. "You know just what to do without being informed unlike Big Ed. Good man, sure, but aways needing guidance."

You didn't comment, choosing to not throw the older gentleman under the bus further than the supervisor felt like doing. Instead, you stepped off to start getting the crowd under control. This was one of the many necessities of the job as a Security Officer. It wasn't always fun, and most people scorned your very existence as if being in your presence meant instant trouble, but it paid the bills.

It took longer than you would have liked and even longer for the crew to get the rowdy bunch down. No one fell, which put your mind at ease, and soon the whole show was being jotted down on a report; Drunk teens being reckless for a challenge. No casualties. Police took them into custody. Job done.

Looking at your watch, you noticed it nearing midnight. Freedom with a hot shower and cozy bed was drawing closer. The door to the small staff room flew open and your head spun around in surprise. Charles stood there absolutely fuming.

"Can't believe this shit. A no call, no show. Kids these days," You caught him grumbling about as he opened the small fridge. It looked like the somewhat newer recruit wasn't going to make it in. "I swear, the younger they are the less amount of respect they have for work."

You smiled at that. It wasn't all true. There were exceptions and you were one of them. Sure, you weren't as young as the newest hire who was fresh out of trade school, but not off by too much.

"Looks like I'm pulling a double shift," Charles sighed while sitting down across from you, popping the soda open.

"I can do it. I don't mind," Maybe a part of you would regret it later but you were off for the next three days so pulling in a few extra hours wouldn't hurt. Besides more money never harmed anyone.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Well, alright. You've got my number if needed." He stood up but paused before reaching the door. "Oh, and don't forget to lock up the south exit gate. Some teens have been sneaking in through there lately."

"Will do. Have a good night, Sir."

Working overnights at the boardwalk was easy. It was quiet for the most part. It could be considered dark and creepy since everything was turned off, empty, but you didn't mind it. With a flashlight in hand, you started the first patrol. Walking up and down the boardwalk, flashing the lights around rides to make sure no one was sneaking around, and trying door handles to make sure shops were locked and secure. About the only resemblance of 'excitement', if it can even called that, was ushering a homeless man off the premise.

You never liked that part of the job. Sure, avoiding damages to property and having to follow the law against loitering was a part of the deal, but it still sucked. You knew a majority were just trying to find a warm place to hunker down at for the night. It just couldn't be here, or you'd risk the chance of being fired. Maybe even worse if the security company you worked for lost their contract with the Santa Carla Boardwalk — forcing multiple people to relocate to different posts.

The south gate was locked and secured with no issues. You began the walk back to the security building by the north entrance, being slow about it as to hopefully burn some time. There wasn't much to do inside the small building but watch cameras and read so why not enjoy the walk?

It wasn't until you were roughly halfway there that you heard shuffling in the distance. Fanning your flashlight around you caught the end of something disappearing around a corner. A stray animal? It wouldn't be too farfetched. The dumpsters and bins were loaded with leftover carny food, drawing all sorts of animals to rummage around for something to eat.

An even louder noise jolted you around, pivoting to face the opposite direction. It sounded like something crashing to the ground. A trashcan lid, maybe.

"Who's there?" You called out firmly, the flashlights beam dancing along the walls and ground. Looking for anything out of place. "Shit—" you cursed as your body reflexively flinched at the sight of a person, but upon further inspection it was just your reflection on a window staring back at you.

"Well, aren't you a jumpy one?"

"What the hell!" You cried out at the sudden voice behind you, so close — too close. Your wide eyes instantly shifting to take in the lone figure as your light fell upon their form, voice uneven. "You are not supposed to be here. The boardwalk is closed."

(to be continued | leave a suggestion on who you think it is or who you want the lone figure to be)

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6lostgirl6 · 1 year

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Hi, Friend! Since your requests are open can you please do something with the Lost Boys and a shy, female reader? I love the idea of them being playful, touchy and flirty with someone who's quite bashful.

Love your work 😊

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Pairing: Poly!Lost Boys x Shy Fem!Reader

TW: hints of previous sex, possessive behaviors, pet names, playful touching, flirting, ass grabbing (thanks Paul), PDA

You arrived at the boardwalk, thrilled to spend time with your vampire mates. The night was young with the sun setting only a few hours before. However, you couldn't help but rush to the boardwalk as soon as you could.

Smiling to yourself, you could feel your cheeks warm at the thought of seeing them once more. Despite dating the boys for months, close to a full year, you still could feel the butterflies in your stomach and your heart skipping a beat. You cursed your bashful nature, but that's what interested your mates in the first place. You theorized that it had something to do with your innocence having an effect on their vampire instincts. Their urge to claim you in every way and leave marks to tell others you were off-limits.

You couldn't help your shy nature, having it since you were a little girl that you were unable to grow out of. However, if your boys liked it, then you liked it. Sometimes. You could still feel their fangs sinking into your throat just last night.

You fiddled with the collar of your jacket, desperate to conceal the hickies and bite marks that plagued your delicate skin as you walked further down the boardwalk. Suddenly, you felt the back of your hair stand up and a shiver run down your spine, in a very good way.

You could feel their stares.

You smiled to yourself, feeling the warmth in your cheeks return as you turned towards the direction of where you assumed the feeling was coming from.

In their usual meeting spot, each of your boys gave you their signature grins. Dwayne was sitting on his bike, posture relaxed, Paul leaning against the railing while Marko bit the leather of his glove, staring you down. Lastly, there was David, standing in the center with a cigarette in his mouth.

You watched as he silently chuckled before slowly raising his hand, gesturing you in a gesture screaming "come here," with his pointer and middle fingers. You couldn't stop the rushing thoughts in your subconcious, seeing how attractive he looked doing that.

Without being told twice, you rushed over with a beaming smile, launching yourself into the awaiting arms of your bleach-blonde mate, who wrapped his arms around you without hesitation.

"Hey, gorgeous." He purred low in your ear, giving you a small squeeze around your waist, careful to keep his burning cigarette away from your skin.

"Hi, David!" You replied, avoiding his hungry gaze to turn towards your other mates, not wanting them to feel left out. "Hi, boys!" you greeted, pulling away to give them each an embrace.

"Paul!" You yelped, pulling out of the embrace when you felt a playful pinch on your ass.

"Sorry, babe! My hands just have a mind of their own!" He teased, pulling you back as you tried escaping from his grasp. "Where ya goin'?" He cooed.

"Somewhere that won't have my ass grabbed in public!" You retorted teasingly, however you still felt embarrassed being groped by your boyfriends where other people can see.

"It's alright, dove. I'll just rip their eyes out if someone other than us are starin' at you." Marko interjected, smirking viciously.

You rolled your eyes, feeling a tug on your hand. You turned and gave Dwayne a sheepish expression, allowing him to pull you into his own embrace.

Dwayne was always the gentlemen in the group, however you knew that he still had his wicked charms that could even rival Paul if he wanted to. You could feel his grip tightening around you as he nuzzled against your neck, rubbing his scent against your exposed marks.

"You're not trying to cover them, are you?" he asked, voice deep and full of richness as he pulled away to gaze into your own eyes. His stare was intense and you glanced away, flustered.

"It's not that I want to hide them." You defended yourself, "I just don't like the stares..."

You shivered, gasping a little as you felt fingers trail down the length of your spine. Marko smirked as he slowly appeared into your line of vision.

"You act like we just won't make more." He purred, eyes flashing their golden hue for a moment to before returning back to normal. "You know we love marking ya, dove."

Paul took this moment to wrap her arms around your waist from behind, kissing your temple as he growled low, "would you like that, babe?"

You bit your lip and leaned against your mate, falling prey to their desperately wanting advances. You couldn't wait to head back to the cave with them.

"You know I do." You replied, looking towards the ground with your face completely flushed.

You felt a finger curve under your chin, drawing your gaze forward and back onto Dwayne's.

"You have to say please, princess." He smirked, tracing the curve of your lips with his thumb, making your breathing pick up and heart beat rapidly in your chest.

"Please?" You whispered, pathetically.

The next thing you remember is the rumbling of four engines and wrapping your arms around David's waist, sitting behind him as they raced down the boardwalk and into the night. You couldn't wait to reenact last night, the shakiness in your legs and the intense throbbing of your mates fangs laying their claim on you.

You were shy, but you sure weren't innocent.

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sunkendreams · 4 months

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kickstart my heart.

REQUEST SUBMITTED BY @darklylucid

“Paul’s always been flirty, and you’ve never really taken it seriously. After a minor incident on the boardwalk, Paul decides that he’ll make you take him seriously, one way or another.”

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. | paul (the lost boys) x fem!reader.

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓. | one-shot — requested.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. | 6.8K.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. | SMUT (mdni), friends to lovers, jealous!paul, paul is really flirty/touchy, oral sex (f!receiving), spit as lube, choking (m!receiving), hair-pulling, paul is definitely a mess, dirty talk, pet names (baby, girl, sweet girl), cowgirl, vaginal sex, scratching, biting, bloodplay (he’s a vampire), breastplay (paul loves your tits), fingering, clothes ripping, groping, nasty sex, manhandling, paul isn’t gentle

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. | i’m back and literally going insane for the lost boys ,,, thank you to @darklylucid for requesting this !!! first time writing Paul and it was so, so much fun! dwayne is up next, so prepare yourselves for that! also working on a poly!lost boys x reader series ,,, so yeah!

A cloudless dusk fell over Santa Carla, sky littered with millions of stars that hung above, providing a rather attractive backdrop to a less-than-savory town. The boardwalk was more alive than ever — it transformed with nightfall, becoming a den of depravity and mystique, coupled with the liveliness of families and the carnival atmosphere.

You were situated atop a blanket, feet partially buried within the cool sand as you sat on the beach. A concert took place many feet away as you watched people clamor from the staircase to the growing crowd. The rancor of music reverberated throughout the air, accompanied by the cheering and applause from onlookers.

Saltwater lapped at the gray shoreline, moon hanging overhead to light the way. You always came to the boardwalk at night — you made plenty of friends, but you happened to have a peculiar bond with a pack of vampires. It wasn’t intentional — you never meant to befriend them like you had, but you didn’t regret a thing.

The familiar roar of motorbikes resonated in the near-distance, splitting past swarms of carnival-goers as they descended the steps. It never took very long for them to find you, bearing down upon you like a pack of hyenas.

Marko’s laughter filled the air as he and Dwayne pulled up along the terrace above you, parking their bikes next to the length of black grating. David and Paul followed suit, hauling Star and Laddie in-tow. You were more focused on the gleam of the moonlight hitting the water and the seashell you’d been turning over within your palm.

A thump resonated from your left side, and you nearly shrieked, jumping from your own flesh as Paul landed atop the blanket. He scooped a finger against your chin, plump lips pulled back to reveal his pearlescent smirk. A faint aroma of stale cologne and hints of marijuana clung to him, but that was commonplace.

“Hey baby,” Paul crooned, kicking one leg up against his chest as the rest of the boys lingered around the balcony, save for Marko. He descended from above like a cat leaping toward perch, landing in the sand with grace. His presence was intentional, solely to agitate Paul. “Where’ve you been?”

Paul’s constant flirtation was something that you were used to — painfully so. You always wrote it off as something casual, a facet deeply ingrained into his wild and spontaneous personality. Paul often flirted with anyone that had a pulse and smelled appeasing, and that included you. It was fun to watch, but sometimes you wished that he meant it.

With a huff, you attempted to swat his hand away, but he was swift, arm resting atop his propped knee as he idly bounced his head to the music. “I’ve been here,” You mused, offering a kind greeting to Marko. “Where else am I supposed to be?” You inquired, tracing the pad of your thumb over the seashell’s ridges.

Paul’s nose wrinkled slightly. “I can think of a few places,” He mused, plucking at the top of your blouse. “You gonna come down tonight?” He asked, referring to you joining them in the cave. You normally went there with the group if they were satiated and fed. You were still human, after all — being in a nest full of vampires probably wasn’t the safest or smartest idea.

“Maybe,” You shrugged, feeling Paul perch his chin atop your shoulder. The physical aspect of his flirting always made your heart race, thrumming just underneath your collarbone. Your gaze flickered toward him, brows furrowing together. “What?”

“Please?” Paul insisted, lips twitching into a Cheshire smirk, teeth and all. “Wanna hang out with you.” Of all the pack, you were closest to Paul, but sometimes, you didn’t want to be. His constant touching and lascivious nature often left you wistful and confused, aching for something that he couldn’t give you.

“Don’t listen to him,” Marko interjected, busy ogling a wandering group of beachgoers — a gaggle of younger women hanging off of the arms of burly men. It smelled like potential dinner for him. “He found a guitar.” That was all you needed to know.

A giggle escaped you as Paul threw a handful of sand toward Marko, which happened to land against his patchwork jacket and golden curls. His visage contorted into a sour expression, glaring daggers at Paul before he stood up, shaking all of it out in the process.

“You found a guitar?” You asked, watching as Paul pushed your legs flat against the blanket, allowing him to rest his head within your lap. Admittedly, your heartbeat betrayed you — you wanted to be annoyed by the gesture, but instead, you let it go.

To Paul, you smelled outrageously wonderful — better than anything he’d had before. It was an amalgamation of softer, floral perfumes coupled with whatever wash you used. He detected peach and vanilla, sweeter aromas that clung to you like a pleasant haze.

His hair was akin to that of a lion’s mane, viciously unruly as it flew around him like a halo. “Yeah,” Paul replied, somewhat distracted by your scent. “Y’know, I didn’t find it. I stole it from these amateurs up by the empty lot.” Yoo assumed that these ‘amateurs’ were no longer alive, either.

“Aren’t you considered an amateur too, Paul?” You mused, reclining back upon your hands, letting yourself sink into the soft, white sand. As you glanced down toward your lap, Paul was staring at you for what felt like an eternity, and you couldn’t discern if it was out of offense or something else.

“You’re gorgeous,” Paul mumbled, tracing one of his ring-adorned digits over the expanse of your clothed stomach. “Lookin’ good enough to eat.” He mused, and while you would’ve initially brushed off that comment, he said it with a peculiar warmth.

Goosebumps erupted along the column of your spine, causing you to shift slightly. His finger didn’t stop moving, flicking around the ruffled cotton. He wished that it was your flesh — warm and soft, waiting to invite him in. You never took any of his flirtation to heart — in truth, it might’ve been his fault, but he wanted to make you see.

You belonged to him.

With a soft exhale, you attempted to mask your shudder of delight, absentmindedly nibbling along your lower lip. “Very original,” You uttered, twisting away from his touch as if it would incinerate you. It was all meaningless — mindless sweet nothings spoken from a very precocious individual. “You’re a genius.” You teased, voice becoming slightly sardonic.

“You are,” He insisted, comfortable within your plush lap. Your scent did little to ease his feelings, overwhelming him like a thick haze. “Baby, you’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen in ages. Where’ve you been all my life?” Paul sighed, and he didn’t attempt to touch you again out of respect.

“Right,” You uttered, masking your growing agitation. Paul could have anyone he wanted — and he always did. Girls at the boardwalk swooned over him, they were always easy prey, and he indulged himself plenty of times. You were nothing more than a friend, you weren’t desirable, nor would he ever want you. “You’ve told me that before.”

Paul visibly deflated, withering away like a shriveling flower — you really weren’t convinced.

Unfortunately for Paul, you were blissfully oblivious to any of his advances, but then again, he could understand why you were skeptical. Flirtation was a natural instinct for him. While he kept his head in your lap, he shamelessly opted to rove through your thoughts. It was cheating, sure, but he was itching to know.

“Paul,” Dwayne’s voice cut through his state of contemplation, rousing the sandy-haired blonde from his stupor. Paul’s head lifted off of your lap, hastily sitting upright as he glanced up at the terrace. “We’re going for a ride.” He briefly nodded towards you as a form of greeting, swinging Laddie up onto his bike.

“You’re coming, right?” Paul asked, voice invigorated with a sense of giddiness and excitement. He got a little wild around you sometimes, but it wasn’t anything that you weren’t accustomed to by now. “Do I have to beg you or something?” He groaned, trapping you between his arms.

“You’re pathetic!” Marko snickered, jumping down to snatch you up. Even though he was the smallest of the pack, his strength was often unrivaled, save for Dwayne. You let out a startled gasp as Marko hoisted you up over his shoulder, heckling Paul in the process.

Paul bristled with anger — typically, he could excuse Marko’s antics, but not this time. A white-hot rage blistered through him, crawling across his flesh as he attempted to shake that gold away from his eyes. A snarl escaped him, and he made sure to grab your stuff as a courtesy, leaping up over the bannister.

By the time Paul had landed on the rickety wood of the boardwalk, Marko had placed you on solid ground, unable to bite back the impish smirk on his features. He was deliberately getting under Paul’s skin, and he knew it — knew all about his feelings for you, too. Perhaps that’s what made it all the more enjoyable.

Like a bat out of hell, Paul swarmed the curly-headed blonde with a vengeance, countenance contorted into a look of sheer irritation and borderline rage. “You’re dead, Marko!” He growled, lip curled in disdain.

“Sorry, Paul. You made it too easy,” Marko mused, narrowly missing a rather unsavory blow from Paul, who yanked at his jacket instead. “Jesus! Easy, I was only messing around!” He snapped, with the two bickering and locked in what was supposedly a heated argument.

“Paul,” You gently tugged on his coat, attempting to steer him away from potential violence. “It’s okay, he was just playing around.” A soft sigh escaped you as you played mediator for two vampires, brows knitting together as Paul stepped back with a huff of irritation.

“Enough.” David barked, glaring daggers as he glanced between Paul and Marko. The last thing that he wanted was for them to expose themselves on the boardwalk — it was bound to happen if they didn’t stop the horseplay. With a visible frown, he revved his motorbike, signaling for the others to fall in line.

Jealousy was an ugly thing — unpleasant, often festering inside of oneself until it rotted away at their very core. It didn’t suit Paul whatsoever. He suffered from a bout of such a potent disease, despising the way Marko had touched you, held you over his shoulder. He was usually open about sharing with his brothers, but not you — you were completely off-limits.

Wordlessly, Paul sulked towards his motorbike, sitting down with a begrudging huff. You felt inclined to follow, standing beside him with an empathetic expression. “Are you going to let me on? We’re still hanging out, remember?” You asked, voice softening an octave.

Paul felt a little better — but not completely. His ego was momentarily maimed by Marko’s antics, but it was a wound that would dissipate with time. Fortunately, you were a worthy cure as he moved forward, letting you on the back of his bike. “Saved your stuff, too.” He mused, feeling you squeeze your arms around his midsection.

“You’re my hero,” You chuckled, trying to make him feel less agitated. “Thanks.” With Paul recovering from the scuffle, David motioned for the rest of the conclave to follow, whipping his bike around onto the stretch of the boardwalk that led out onto the shoreline.

You remembered the first time Paul took you for a ride — and you very nearly had a heart attack. He drove as if it’d be his last day on earth, but you’d gotten so used to it that you stopped being a backseat driver and let him do whatever he wanted.

He was talkative and boisterous by-nature, which is why you became so concerned when he didn’t talk to you very much on the ride to the cave. Paul was normally extremely egregious and outgoing, something that you loved about him, but his bout of silence was making you nervous. You wondered if Marko had wounded his pride that badly.

As you pulled up to the cave, the boys hopped off of their motorbikes, and even Paul didn’t really wait up for you this time — something was wrong. Marko noticed, lingering at the fringes of the cavern as he glanced at you, promptly disappearing down the rocky incline. You were left to make your way inside alone, no Paul at your side or helping you down.

Once inside, you felt awkward, more than usual. Being the lone human in a nest full of vampires would always bring a little tension, but without Paul around, you felt hollow and unnerved. David regarded you with his typical stare — cynical and somewhat indifferent, and Dwayne was always solemn, much warmer than the other.

“Where did Paul go?” You asked, and it was Laddie who pointed you in the right direction, pointing toward one of the rocky tunnels that led off into their ‘rooms’, of sorts. You often referred to them as the metaphorical coffins, but Star found it to be in poor taste.

With a shaky exhale, you nodded. “Thanks.” You’d been in Paul’s ‘room’ plenty of times before, but he rarely disappeared and left you to fend for yourself. With the coordination of a baby deer who’d just learned how to take their first steps, you clamored up the uneven terrain, holding onto the rope to guide yourself up.

When you found Paul, he was lazily strumming on a guitar — the one he’d ‘found’. He had one leg kicked up, propped against the rock, the other tucked towards his chest as he played a few chords. The lack of acknowledgement sent off several red flags as you swept aside the makeshift ‘door’ — an old, velvet curtain repurposed from the hotel wreckage.

“Thanks for waiting on me,” You uttered, tone dripping with sarcasm, which captured his attention. He smelled you long before you’d entered, prompting him to turn his head, lion’s mane of hair disheveled and tousled from being pressed against a pillow. “You know, if I knew you were going to sulk around this whole time, I would’ve gone to the comic store instead.”

Paul scoffed, countenance twisting into a look of agitation, which was so unlike him. It shocked you to see him behave with such indifference, something that went against the grain of his character. “Maybe Marko can go with you.” He uttered, playing another melancholy chord on the guitar.

That’s what this was about?

“You’re not serious,” You quipped, folding your arms across your chest. “Is this about what happened at the beach? Paul, I’m not a mind-reader — I didn’t know Marko was going to do that.” He was beginning to really piss you off, which hadn’t happened yet.

For all of the meaningless flirting he’d done, the constant teasing and toying, you were vigilant. You’d tried to keep your chin up through it all. You couldn’t fathom why he was so upset about Marko’s harmless stunt — it was all playful. It was something Paul would’ve done, truth be told. Paul kept quiet, reading your mind as he surveyed your rageful inner monologue.

Instead, you were met with a wall of silence, and that made you frustrated. If Paul was going to behave like a child, you’d treat him like one. With a huff of annoyance, you waved your hand in dismissal. Your night was mostly ruined, but you figured you’d go home and try to get some sleep.

You gave him another chance to talk — it was quiet. “Fine. I’m going home, Paul.” You sighed, turning around as you prepared to make the climb back down. With a shrug of your shoulders, you barely passed through the curtain before something rustled behind you.

Just as you grabbed the rope, Paul was in front of you with inhuman speed, and he immediately snatched at your hips, dragging you away. You were protesting, interrogating him about what exactly was going on, but he persisted, locking you in his arms as he pushed you up against the wall.

“I don’t want Marko touching you,” He murmured, brows knitting together. “I want you all to myself.” You couldn’t tell if this was playful Paul trying to flirt with you again — his tone sounded so different. “You’re mine, baby.” Paul clicked his tongue, brazenly groping at your waist.

“Wh— What?” Disbelief seeped into your voice as you shook your head back and forth. “Are you fucking with me again?” Before you could get in another word, his mouth was devouring yours, vigorous and completely needy. Jesus, he tasted good — without pause, your hands flew to grab his hair in fistfuls.

A desperate whimper erupted from your mouth, buried and lost within his ravenous kiss. You needed to know what had gotten into him — why now? You began to yank on his hair in an attempt to get him to cease, and when he did, you appeared more agitated than happy. Paul normally didn’t get this reaction when he kissed someone.

“You have to tell me what’s going on,” You huffed, gaze practically pleading with him as he held you close, inhaling another gust of your saccharine scent. “First you’re flirting, then you’re mad, and now this. What’s gotten into you?” With a pointed stare, Paul relented, but he didn’t move away from you.

“You don’t take my flirting seriously,” He countered, brows furrowing together. “You don’t want to? Fine, but I’m gonna make you see how bad I want you.” Paul murmured, voice husky and alluring enough to make your knees wobble. He licked his lower lip, one hand beginning to drift underneath your blouse.

This didn’t feel real — whenever you desperately tried to search for even an ounce of playfulness, there wasn’t any. Paul was completely serious about this, and it made you weak, warmth beginning to pool between your thighs as you nodded several times over. “Okay,” You breathed, itching for more. “Then don’t stop.”

“M’gonna fuck you,” Paul smirked, eyes unnaturally bright as they glistened in the dimly-lit alcove. “You mind if I eat you out, too?” He asked, matter-of-factly. His unruly tangle of dusty-blonde tresses were stiff with age-old product, making it somewhat coarse whenever you went to grab and pull on it.

Did you mind? Laughter bubbled within your chest as your lips parted, expression incredulous as you nodded several times over. “Whatever you want,” He was gorgeous — in that crazed and unhinged sort of way. Paul stared at you as if you were both a delicious slab of meat and the most beautiful thing he’d seen. “I want you.” You exhaled.

That was all it took for Paul to claw at your clothing as if it were nothing, fingers excitedly ruffling your blouse as he yanked it up, causing you to squeak. He wasn’t gentle, but you didn’t care whatsoever. Those veined, dexterous hands ripped your blouse off of you, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.

He was pushing you towards his bed, which was only really used for salacious activities, and nothing more. It was a colossal mess, the scent stale and reminded you of damp rock as he got you on your back, crawling on top of you with a devilish grin.

“Fuck, baby,” Paul sighed, slicing your brassiere off with a simple stroke of his fingers, flinging the tattered remains elsewhere. “You’ve got such a gorgeous body.” He murmured, lips sloppily trailing over your neck and collarbone as he rucked your skirt up towards your hips. Your mewls and whimpers were like music to his ears.

“Paul,” You groaned, hips rocking forward as you ground yourself against him, meeting his groin. His jean-clad erection pressed into your thigh, completely and utterly shameless. He kissed wherever he pleased, stopping to admire your breasts as they rose and fell with your excitable gasps.

Trapping a nipple within his mouth, he greedily sucked and nibbled at your swollen mound, intermingling such ministrations with eager strokes of his tongue. “Pretty tits, too.” He guffawed, playfully biting at your breast as you clutched onto his hair. “S’all mine.” Paul huffed, kneading into your pliant chest with his other hand.

A pang of arousal coursed throughout your body, striking right between your thighs. Warmth coalesced between your legs, manifesting as a stickiness that oozed from your cunt. Paul nearly growled at the smell, which was calling to him like a siren’s song. He was tempted to rip away and go right to the source, but he loved your chest just as much.

Suckling on your breast, Paul promptly provided such attention to the other, greedily biting at the soft, pliant flesh. The way you bucked and squirmed underneath him was all the more enticing, cerulean hues fluttering toward your blissed-out countenance. You tugged on his hair, causing him to let out a satisfied hiss.

“Could stay here forever,” Paul mused, pressing messy kisses atop your perky tits, and he seemed to get a little ahead of himself in the moment. Kisses soon devolved into love-bites and sucking as he found a patch of skin between your breasts. He left a string of hickeys there, beyond content with his handiwork. “Perfect.”

“Jesus,” You groaned, a mess of moans and desperate, pathetic whimpers as you wrangled with his lion-like mane of hair. “You’re bad.” With a soft hiccup, you felt his hands knead into your hips, prepared to go elsewhere if you let him.

“I can be worse, baby.” Paul prompted, eyes swarming with that familiar golden glow, ringed with a red halo around the edge of his irises. He growled, capturing your mouth with his as he kissed you, ravenous and swift as he began to make out with you. He was between your legs, arms locked on either side of you.

With a wanton moan, your hands clamored from his tresses toward his coat, wanting him to shed a few layers, too. It was only fair. Paul complied, whipping his dark coat off with an excitable haste, peeling away the mesh shirt he wore underneath. Your palms splayed out across his broad shoulders, warm flesh melding with his icy temperature.

He was well-muscled, poised — he reminded you of a coiled jungle cat, prepared to pounce. You reveled in the smattering of hair peppered across his chiseled chest, leading toward the sandy-hued happy trail that slipped underneath his tattered white jeans. His teeth brazenly bit at your lower lip, blood oozing onto his tongue.

Between the clash of lips, tongue, and teeth, Paul shuddered, lapping up any pearl of crimson that he could, hands tearing your skirt asunder. The unfortunate remains of fabric were yanked away as he let it fall to the floor, groping and kneading into you, wherever his hands took him.

You’d never been kissed like this — as if he threatened to steal every wisp of air from your lungs, hungering for you in every imaginable way. Your heart hammered against your collarbone, thrumming erratically as you hitched a leg around his hips, drawing him closer as he kept you locked in a barrage of kisses.

“Fuck,” Paul groaned, licking at your lower lip. “You smell so good, baby. I wanna taste,” He insisted, ring-adorned digits curling into the waistband of your panties. He wrestled them down until they were hitched around your knees, but he simply tore at them like the rest of your clothes. “Spread your legs for me.”

It was your turn to go sheepish on him, deliberately parting your legs at a sluggish pace. You weren’t sure as to why you’d become shy, but Paul didn’t seem to care, swiping at a tendril of drool that pooled at the corner of his mouth. Without missing a beat, his hand slipped between your legs, two digits swiping up along your wet cunt.

He gathered your slick, placing his fingers into his mouth with a satisfactory groan. The sight of him sucking your arousal away nearly made you melt. “Almost as good as your blood, sweet girl.” Paul chuckled, absentmindedly licking his lower lip as he settled onto the mattress, pressed flat atop the surface as he gathered your legs into each of his hands.

Paul slathered several kisses against your inner thighs, but he kept it short and sweet — he was here for one thing. You expected him to give you some sort of warning beforehand. “Paul, are you — O-Oh. Jesus Christ!” You squeaked, a strangled gasp escaping you as your back arched off of the mattress.

There was no pause or waiting — Paul’s impulsivity got the best of him. He was on you like a starving animal, desperate for anything he could get. His tongue pushed past your slick folds, silkily lapping over the length of your slit, savoring your taste. It was hot — you felt as if everything were set ablaze as a pleasant heat crawled across you, from head to toe.

His tongue raked hot embers across your aching cunt, body electrified by his touch. Paul’s fingers greedily dug into your pliant thighs, tossing either of your legs over his freckled shoulders as he lapped at your sweet core. His actions were swift and fueled by lust, driven by instinct as he jerked you forward.

Your stomach churned with anticipation, bleeding heat from between your legs as your thighs squeezed at his head. You felt that immense mane of hair tickle your soft flesh, goosebumps erupting along your body. Paul grunted, face buried deep within your cunt as he ate you out, messy and sloppy as could be.

“M’not Jesus,” Paul slurred, grinning like a shark as he nipped at your leg. “You taste so good, baby.” He huffed, the words spoken through the husked voice of a ravenous vampire as he returned to lapping at your poor, needy slit. Each drop of nectar that you provided to him served to momentarily dull the ache within his throat.

You kept writhing and squirming, shamelessly bucking your hips forward. He pinned you down with one hand, head spinning as your scent wafted around him like an inescapable haze. “Paul!” You mewled, practically quivering like a leaf as your cunt pathetically clenched around nothing at all.

Paul was a good sport, able to flow with the constant jolting of your hips into his mouth. Though, it only served to fuel the fire as he continued to hastily drag his tongue along your cunt, slavering for your taste. You moaned, tapering off into a myriad of sweet whimpers as your hands relocated, reaching for his hair.

The cool metal of his rings left imprints behind atop your thighs, various patterns pressed into your flesh. You were aching, body feeling feverishly hot as you bucked into his face again, feeling him clamp down on you as he held you still. His mouth was divine — it was sloppy and full of an unrestrained need.

As your digits twined into his hair, you began to pull and tug, using his unruly tresses as an anchor. Paul didn’t care in the slightest — he found it unbelievably hot as you jerked and tugged, back arched into his ministrations. He only stopped to spit a wad of saliva onto your swollen slit, body shaking with sly laughter when you gasped.

“Makin’ sure you’re ready for me.” Paul teased, but it was under false pretenses — he just wanted to spit on your cunt. He didn’t hesitate, diving back in for more, assaulting your clit with a barrage of kitten-licks and gentle suckling, enough for you to sputter.

With every movement you made, Paul would simply coax you back onto his tongue with inhuman strength, lips pursing around your clit as he began to suck and toy with the sensitive bud. Your hand grappled with his coarse tresses, the other digging into his shoulder. Your nails sank into his flesh, and Paul didn’t care whatsoever.

Arousal pooled between your legs, leaving behind a sticky mess that he was all too eager to clean up. It was only when he began to use that tiny edge of teeth that you were soaring, choking on a whimper as it bubbled within the back of your throat.

Your body was screaming for release, orgasm beginning to mount and build as white-hot tension flew through you, consuming you like a tidal wave. Paul could sense it, burying himself in your pretty cunt as if it would be the last meal he’d ever have.

He switched between the eager, broad lapping of his tongue with sucking on your clit, making you claw at his shoulder blade. One hand repositioned itself, splayed out across your pelvis as his thumb slipped to the hood of your cunt, playing with your clit as the rest of his mouth lapped elsewhere.

“Paul, Paul,” Paul. It was the only word that rolled from your tongue, doing very little to mask the sound of your pleasure. With a wanton moan, you felt that hot coil of tension within your stomach begin to unfurl as you steadily reached your climax. You were suffocating him between your legs — conveniently, he didn’t need to breathe. “Fuck, Paul! M’close!”

“Cum for me,” His encouragement was all that you needed, that little push forward as he backed off, peppering kisses against your clit as you came. It was blinding, and you swore you saw stars. “That’s it,” Paul crooned, moving to clean you up. “Atta girl, baby.” He did very little to mask his eagerness in lapping up the remnants of your orgasm.

He wiped at his lips with the back of his hand, kissing his way up your body until his mouth connected with yours. You could taste yourself and the somewhat bitter twang of copper within his saliva as you let your tongue slip into his mouth. Paul groaned, grabbing at your haunches as he moved to lay beside you.

“Are you tired?” You mused, your own chest heaving with exhilarated sighs as Paul effortlessly wrangled you closer, eyes glittering with desire. You were wrong to ask that question as he raised his eyebrows.

“What kinda question is that, baby? You’re getting on top,” Paul smirked, gesturing toward his lap. His erection was practically itching for release, straining against the front of his white jeans. “You’re going for a ride.” He purred, snatching at your hips as he hoisted you on top of his lap, letting you get comfortable.

Paul lounged against the mountain of pillows beneath him, hands splayed out atop your waist. You savored the sensation of his rings biting into your flesh, and you immediately scrambled to unzip his pants, wrestling with his belt as you freed his cock. His hardened length fell against your stomach, tip oozing with a bead of precum.

You shivered, gazing down at your vampiric paramour, who stared at you with those vibrant, cerulean hues — as clear as a summer’s day. Paul tilted forward, lips reaching for yours as he planted a rather lazy, messy kiss against your mouth. “M’ready.” You murmured, feeling him lift you up as if you weighed nothing at all.

With bated breath, you felt your insides turn to mush, reigniting the spark of lust as Paul let you sink onto his cock. A fire burned bright within your belly, demanding to be extinguished as Paul’s head fell back slightly, letting out a series of groans and softer grunts. “Fuck,” He growled, feeling your palms rest against his abdomen. “You’re so fucking tight, babe.”

Liquid heat festered within the pit of your stomach as you gasped, cunt clenching around his cock as you adjusted yourself. “Paul!” You moaned, attempting to stifle the many noises you made with the back of your palm, but he quickly swatted your hand away. He was bigger than you thought he’d be — a pleasant surprise.

“Wanna hear you scream my name.” Paul huffed, rubbing circles into your hips as he began to move you. Superhuman strength and stamina certainly had roles to play in this as he guided you up and down in short, rhythmic movements. You liked that he manhandled you a little bit, one hand on your waist as the other grabbed at your chest.

A simpering moan left you as he guided you up his cock, stopping halfway before easing you back down again. Lewd noises reverberated throughout the alcove, accompanied by your sweet whimpers and his grunts and groans. You were barely given time to get used to his pattern before he was bucking up into you with the indomitable strength of a god.

There was no opportunity for you to catch your breath, watching as Paul snatched your wrists, redirecting them towards his pretty neck. That surprised you, but you didn’t protest, feeling the taut muscle tense underneath your palms, jugular bobbing as you began to squeeze.

He moaned.

Unable to bite back the smile that stretched across your features, you held onto his neck, digits flexing and tensing as you continued to apply pressure. Paul’s head fell backwards just a little bit, steadying you with one hand as he fucked into you at an erratic pace. Flesh clashed against flesh, causing you to whimper as you rolled up and down along his cock.

“You like that?” You whispered through a string of blissful whines, gaze bright with desire as he nodded several times over. “Your cock feels so good, Paul.” You huffed, teeth snagging across your lower lip as you began to let your thumbs trace along his perfect jawline. His weeks-old stubble scratched at your silken flesh.

“Little harder, girl,” Paul encouraged, wanting you to really wrangle his throat. He didn’t need to breathe anyway — that made it all the more enjoyable. He savored your hesitation — his sweet little human, afraid of harming the big, bad vampire. He smirked, lifting his eyebrows. “C’mon baby, squeeze.”

Fuck — he was going to be the death of you. Your cunt clenched and throbbed around his cock, with Paul continuing to jackhammer into you like a wild animal. Grunts and excitable groans left him in droves, rippling through his chest as you squeezed at his throat. The muscles were thick and tense underneath your small palms, slick with perspiration.

Your flesh felt dewy, especially within the oppressive heat of the cave. Paul was unstoppable, a force of nature as his hips continued to buck up, cock slamming into your poor, tight cunt. He wasn’t gentle, and he showed no signs of stopping. Delivering a sharp smack to your ass, he fillee you to the brim with his length, causing you to really grip his throat.

With a needy whimper, your eyes fluttered shut, lips parted in a state of ecstasy. “Paul,” You moaned, feeling his hand greedily knead into your chest, twisting your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The stimulation was intensified tenfold, making your brain go fuzzy as he fucked you into a stupor. “Holy shit!”

The alcove smelled of sex — sloppy rutting that was steadily devolving into a complete mess. Paul’s precum was slathered across your inner thighs, coupled with the slick remnants of your first orgasm and current state of arousal. He stopped his erratic thrusting, sitting up a little more with one hand on your hips.

Without warning, his mouth went straight to your chest again, lips attaching themselves around one of your swollen nipples. He was sucking, grabbing a handful of your ass as he led you up and down along his cock. The warmth of your flesh intermingled with his cool, icy skin, only serving to make you sweat.

“Touch me,” You whimpered, palms still clinging to either side of his throat, nails digging in toward the nape of his neck. The sex was incredible — you’d never been fucked like this before, but he had you chasing after every sensation. “Paul, please.” Heat crawled across your flesh, leaving you drunk with desire.

Paul playfully scraped his teeth across your breast, teasing your nipple. “M’touching you already, baby.” He mumbled, propping himself up with his other hand. A simpering groan escaped you as you rocked forward, taking one hand off of his throat to play with your clit.

An impish snarl left his mouth as he snatched at your wrist, and in one erratic movement, had you pinned down on your back. His cock throbbed inside of you, desperate for a release just as much as you were. Paul cackled, lips twitching into a sneer as he began to fuck you, enough for the foundation of the mattress to rattle underneath.

“That was bad,” Paul purred, fucking you down into the plush surface, nearly pulling his cock out of your slick cunt before slamming right back in, repeating the movement over and over again. Fortunately, he was feeling generous, slipping one hand between your bodies as he found the cleft between your thighs. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” He groaned.

You clutched onto him for dear life, body responding vehemently to Paul’s erratic thrusts and uneven, primal tempo. With a loud, wanton cry, your mouth clamored to find his lips, meeting in a rather noisy clash of teeth and tongue. He circled your clit with his thumb, rutting into you with a fervor.

“Paul!” You whined, locking a leg around his hips as your nails sank into his shoulders, leaving behind angry-red impressions, embedded within his flesh. Paul encouraged your scratching, tongue lapping at the inside of your mouth. A white-hot ecstasy consumed you whole, causing you to shudder and spasm.

“Can’t hear you, baby.” Paul teased, biting at your lower lip as he peppered kisses wherever he could — greedy, wet kisses that ended up being vibrantly-colored hickeys. Your flesh was his canvas as he marked you up wherever he pleased, hyperfocused on your chest again. “You close?” He huffed, fingers tearing into the sheets.

It was exhilarating — you swore you saw stars, perhaps more as he fucked you within an inch of your life. You didn’t want him to be careful. You didn’t want him to treat you like glass — you wanted to belong to him. “M’close,” Another string of sweet, noisy moans escaped you as Paul brazenly bit at your left breast, leaving behind a crescent-shaped mark. “Close.”

Rivulets of crimson trickled across your skin, prompting Paul to lick it all away, irises shifting from cerulean to a burnished gold. It made the sex more intense as he pounded away at your poor cunt, which had certainly been pushed to the limit. He was becoming a little squirrelly, panting and growling into your ear.

Paul kissed you to distract himself from the temptation of feeding, lost within the saccharine bliss of your mouth as he felt you cum around his cock. “Yeah, baby. Go ‘head and cum for me, just like that.” He mumbled against your mouth, tongue lazily sweeping across your lower lip as he tensed and thrust forward.

He came right afterwards, reveling in the sight of you trembling and quivering, juices coating his length as he pulled out halfway through. It was messy and rather disgusting, but you didn’t care. Ropes of hot, white seed painted your stomach and breasts, which was some sort of fantasy for him.

You sighed, barely able to string a sentence together as you fell back against the mattress, coated in perspiration and his cum. “Jesus.” You uttered, pressing a palm over your face as Paul rolled over to lay next to you. Your legs twitched and spasmed as you came down from your climax, feeling something soft fall across your abdomen.

It was a rather unappealing-looking towel that seemed much too ancient, and you wondered how many times this had been used to clean up his mess. With a huff of laughter, you cleaned yourself up, feeling his arms tangle around you, urging you to come back to him.

“Makes you wish you’d taken me seriously sooner, huh?” Paul mumbled, nibbling along the shell of your ear. You couldn’t help but feel smitten afterwards, twisting over until you faced your vampiric paramour, who had the expression of the Cheshire Cat.

“You’re ridiculous,” You mused, holding his face between your palms. “You’re gorgeous, too.” A peculiar softness crept into your voice, prompting Paul to shower you in a cascade of needy kisses. He liked to be close, which you didn’t necessarily mind, despite the newfound scent of post-sex that permeated the alcove.

“I’m all yours, baby.” Paul smirked, shamelessly staring at your breasts without an ounce of subtlety. You couldn’t read his thoughts, but you suspected that he had something particular in-mind. “You’re in for a long night.” He purred, and before you could open your mouth to speak, he was crawling on top of you.

You would have to thank Marko later.

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The Lost Boys Musical Idea (Screenplay/Sneak Peek~!)

Here's a little sneak peek of the unofficial TLB Musical idea I'm working on! I just got the first scene of the movie done, and I hope it's good! But let me know what yall think and what might need to be edited or added! I'd love to hear your thoughts :] Enjoy~!!🩸🩸

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The scene starts of with a narrator that’s off stage, speaking about Santa Carla and how it seems like a normal place, maybe a few places you wouldn’t want to be caught dead in or wander around alone, but with it’s infamous boardwalk, it does get a few tourists. But as he continues, he speaks of the dangers and that this town has a dark side behind the twinkling lights. As he continues to speak, and his voice grows more mysterious and malicious, we slowly begin to hear the chorus of ‘Cry little Sister’ play, sort of like the opening of the Lost Boys movie, a choir chanting ‘Thou Shall not fall, thou shall not die, thou shall not fear, thou shall not kill.'

(NEW SCENE)

While the choir sings, a set of the carnival ride would be setting up, and a few more things to give off the boardwalk opening. We’d start with a few folks talking and chatting, the main focus on a couple having indistinct chatter- but cutting through the silence would be laughter and shouting- The one and only LOST BOYS making their way onto the scene, stopping at a few crowds, and causing a little chaos as they push between the couple, making them stumble as the four unknown Vampires. The couple make some complain about the four always causing trouble for everyone on the boardwalk - probably making more complains that they don’t know that the Boys overhear.

MARKO or PAUL would say something about lighting up as DAVID would make some comment to The Boys about the people around here, not understanding that when the sun goes down, the town is theirs. That’s when the first song would begin (which is an official song by G Tom Mac, which you can find here on Spotify!) Sleep All Day, Party All Night.

As DAVID would sing (plus the other Boys singing backup) they’d go around the set dancing and singing whilst doing things to tease or bother the other tourists and passerby’s, before they finally go to the Merry-Go-Round, flirting with a girl who’s already taken as they continue to sing- causing a little comedy chase as the boyfriend stands up and tries to throw a punch at DAVID- who dodges before quickly running around the Merry-Go-Round set piece with the other Boys Tailing behind as the boyfriend chases them. They continue running in circles as the song would finish, swiftly being cut off as the Policeman steps in and stops DAVID with his baton around his neck.

He tells them the whole ‘I told you to stay off the board walk’ yadda yadda, and releases DAVID, who is anything but pleased. But they oblige, walking away as the three other Lost Boys grumble and groan in complaint, until DAVID turns back to look at the scene. He sings a small thirty second reprise of Sleep All Day, Party All Night’ at least to the same tune, slower and more sinister as he says something about this town not being able to see what’s coming to them. He then smiles evilly and fully exits the scene; the stage goes dark.

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lllostgirlll · 1 year

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redamancy-writes · 11 months

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The Lost Boys (1987) x Fem! Reader - Payment

Warnings: None

Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987

Pairings- Poly! Lost Boys x Female! Reader

Title- Payment

“Is she awake yet?”

Marko’s voice was unusually soft as he entered into the nesting area where you lay resting in Paul’s arms. You were laying on your side, your face pressed into Paul’s chest as he sat still on his back for you to use him as your personal teddy bear.

“Not yet,” Paul whispered back, eyes not leaving your form as you breathed deeply, in and out, almost in a entrancing pattern.

“We’re heading out soon, you should wake her up,” Marko nearly bursted into laughter at Paul’s horrified looking face.

“You know she hates when she wakes up and we’re gone,” Dwayne murmured lowly, hovering in the doorway.

“I just hate waking her- she looks so peaceful when she’s sleeping,” Paul’s pout was obvious as he looked to Marko and Dwayne with puppy eyes.

“I’ll help you,” Dwayne decided, his lips upturning into a smile as he approached the bed, crawling to lay behind you just where David had been hours before to help you fall asleep.

Rather than wake you though, the two simply watched- all desire to awaken you from your deep slumber gone. Your breath was deep and slow, your mouth open ever so slightly as your cheek was squished against Paul’s body. Your lips looking soft and pretty and oh so sweet, something they always remembered from your kisses. The answers of someone like you could love a rowdy group like them always evaded them. You were gentle, pretty, soft, and kind. Heart swelling of sympathy, your heart always on display. In concert with that you were understanding, trying your best to understand everyone- even if they had hurt you. Now these guys? They killed for fun, terrorizing people on the Boardwalk when they got too bored, and enticed others to make bad decisions that would end up benefitting them despite the hurt it would cause to those actually making such decisions.

“Babycakes,” Paul murmured lowly, tone not too loud as to not startle you awake. “Time to wake up, sweet thing,” He leaned his head down to press kisses against your forehead, arm reaching up to draw patterns on your back.

“It’s time to get up, little one,” Dwayne whispered from behind, his hand massaging yours- each knuckle getting an affectionate rub before he moved to your palm.

Stirring from your sleep, Paul frowned as your expression lost it’s peacefulness and was replaced with scrunched brows- your mouth shutting as your head twisted to bury more into Paul’s chest.

“Oh, c’mon now babycakes,” Paul couldn’t help but laugh at your antics, making a sleepy grin form on your face as you pulled yourself from his chest to stare at him. “Why d’ya wake me up?” Your words were slightly slurred from sleep, your eyes bleary as you pouted up at him.

“So you could have time to wake up before we left, love,” David now called from the doorway, Marko standing at the edge of the bed.

“Mmm,” You closed your eyes in thought.

“Hey hey, don’t fall back asleep,” Marko called out to you, making you open your eyes again with a laugh, “I wasn’t trying to, I was just thinking…”

“Thinking about what?” Dwayne murmured, taking your hand up towards his mouth to give a kiss to it.

“Thinking about- those,” You looked at Dwayne, making his eyebrow arch in a silent question.

“Kisses,” You clarified, a grin spreading across your cheeks.

“Oh I see, our little love wants kisses?” David grinned, approaching the bed.

“As a payment, of course,” You nodded at David, “Payment for waking me up so early.”

“A payment is only fair,” Dwayne murmured, turning your head to press a kiss to your lips, a sound of surprise leaving you before you melted into him. The kiss ended all too soon, only for Paul to tilt your face towards him for his own kiss to be placed on your lips.

David’s hands were free of his leather gloves for once, his hands feeling much softer than the leather as they cupped your cheeks and brought you into a deep kiss.

“My turn,” Marko’s voice greeted your ears in a singsong manner after a moment, his impatience showing as when you opened your eyes he was already biting his nails to stave off his urge to approach you.

“Marko,” You cooed, arms open for him as he eagerly clambered onto the bed, careful not to crush you with his weight as he pressed kisses all around your face, your laughs filling the room and their hearts before he captured your lips in his.

Maybe they weren’t the nicest people, or the kindest- heck they were murderers… but you chose them, chose to love them and you didn’t shy away from their secret when they told you but embraced them with a warmth that never dimmed.

“Mmm,” You sighed, “I think that satisfies payment in full, my dear boys.”

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asirensrage · 1 year

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So....I am way behind on things (to no ones surprise lol) but I did finish this one so far. I hope you enjoy it. I went with choice #3 from the Scary Story Prompts. Thanks for participating! FYI not edited by anyone but me. No physical characteristics given.

Rating: M Fandom: The Lost Boys Pairing: None... Warnings: Stalking. Talk about dead animals being left on a doorstep. Murder. Arson. Useless cops. Dark fic.

Heed the warnings.

Prompt: #3 “There's nothing the cops will do about your stalker, nothing they can do against your monsterish pursuer.”

“Listen, kid,” the officer says. “People go missing here every week.”

Your jaw clenches, unimpressed by the answer. There’s no interest there, no help. It sounds like an excuse. One they use for everything. “You don’t understand,” you say, tone hardening. “They bang on the doors at night. They drive by, howling at me and calling me outside. Dead animals are left on my doorstep!”

The cop sighs but there’s still no sign of actual life in his eyes. He looks resigned, burnt out in this tourist trap of death. “Did you save the animals?”

“SAVE THEM? They’re buried! You can find them in my backyard!”

“So you tampered with evidence,” he sighs. “Next time call us.”

You try not to snap. Honestly, you do but the complete disregard for your case is pissing you off. You get that there are people missing but they don’t seem to get the concept that maybe this is going to lead you to be one of them! “Next time? Next time it might be my body you find instead of a dead cat! Fucking useless! ‘Serve and protect’, my ass!” you snarl before turning and storming off. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but help would have been nice. Hell, even some advice would have been useful instead of being told to call them when the next animal shows up dead. Like you haven’t been calling them every night the terrors show up and harass you. Last time the cops actually arrived, the voices were gone and you were the one told off for wasting their time.

“No wonder everyone is dead or missing in this town,” you mutter as you leave.

Arms crossed over your chest, you walk away from the police station. You barely slept anymore. The noises outside could last all night but the fact that there was never a sign of them when you opened the door to confront them was beginning to make you feel like you were insane. If it wasn’t for the dead animals, you’d believe it. Still, you didn’t know what to do.

“Can’t you like…set up a video camera at your window or something? See if you can record it?”

“There’s only like a couple hours on a tape,” you say. “And there’s probably not a lot of light. All it would make out is the fact that someone’s passing by. Not like…actual details which is what I need.” You rest your head on your arms that are resting on the counter. You’re just so tired. If you could get a couple hours of sleep, uninterrupted sleep, maybe you’d be able to actually think properly.

“Why don’t you come to my place?” Your friend offers. “Or we could go out of town!”

“We tried that,” you remind her. “Remember? They just…they followed.” You don’t even know how they knew where you were. The two of you had made plans at her place and left the same day. It was like the Terminator was after you.

You don’t even know how many there are or if it’s one person with some high-powered flashlights running around. If it was one person, that would make sense why they kept somehow disappearing when you opened the door. They managed to hide every time.

“I know, I just…I wish I could help.”

“Yeah.” You close your eyes, not really willing to continue this conversation. It was just sad. You were beginning to think that it was inevitable that your face was going to end up on that missing board. You let your head fall against the counter.

“What if you laid traps?”

“Like what? Nails on the doormat?”

“Or like tar on your walkway. Can you buy tar?”

“I think so. I’d have to subject myself to going to the hardware store.”

“Well, what’s worse? The hardware store where you have to deal with men thinking you’re incapable of doing anything or your stalker?”

You’re actually tempted to think about it but you already know the answer. If only to save the pets of the neighbourhood. “The stalker.”

You listen to the advice from the owner of the hardware store and the old men who frequent it while you ward off the attempts to wrangle an invite to help you apply the tar to fix your driveway. Multiple people offered to either help or give you the number of someone they knew who did that kind of work. You refused them all. If you were actually fixing the driveway, you might have taken the information for one of the service places but seeing as you were going to try to lay it out to catch your stalker, you didn’t want to have to try to explain it. The last thing you ended up with was someone offering to help. With your luck, there would be a dead body on your doorstep next time, not an animal. Though, that might actually get the police’s attention…though they’d probably arrest you for the murder. God forbid they do some actual investigating.

It takes hours. You’ve never been so thankful and so resentful that you live alone until now. The work would have been easier with help but at the same time, the only one you have to worry about walking on it is you.

You manage to pass out on the couch with the tv on before the sun sets. It’s not long but the exhaustion overrides the anxious fear that tends to creep up as darkness falls. They only ever show up at night. It’s enough to make you question getting a night shift but the idea of walking home in the dark, knowing they’re out there, is enough to keep you from finding one.

Something crashes against your door. You jolt up, suddenly wide awake. Heart pounding, you get up and move toward the door. You don’t know what you’re going to do but you need…You grab a knife. Just in case.

There are noises coming from the door. It doesn’t sound like the usual laughter and thumps that are meant to scare you.

“--the fuck is this?”

Someone is laughing hysterically. It doesn’t sound like the malicious laughter that has haunted you since this started. It sounds like they’re enjoying themselves.

“Shut up!” the voice snarls. “I’m fucking stuck!”

It was more than one person. Your heart climbs into your throat and despite knowing that you should call the cops, you just…you want to see who it is. You want to know if you know them.

You don’t open the door though. You can’t bring yourself to do it. You feel like you can barely move, especially when you hear more voices.

“Shouldn’t have landed,” a deeper voice says.

“Fuck you!” the first voice shouts back.

“She–” they continue to laugh, wheezing slightly. “She can hear us–”

“You going to open the door?” A different voice calls out. That’s four so far. “Since you caught a mouse.”

You don’t move, even as part of you wants to. Desperately. Fear overrides everything else though and you find yourself frozen in response.

“Open the door,” the trapped voice tells you.

“Yeah, come on. Come outside!” The voices echo slightly as if there are more of them and they seem louder than possible. As if they’re inside next to you.

There’s a burst of laughter that rings through you and you jump slightly, realizing that you’ve somehow moved forward, your hand on the doorknob. You don’t remember moving. How often has that happened in the night? That you found yourself somewhere you didn’t choose to go.

“Come out pretty girl,” one of the voices calls again.

“We want to play!” says another. Laughter echos again and you can’t help but shudder at the sound.

“Leave me alone!” You mean to sound stern, threatening even. It comes out pleading.

“And miss all the fun? Invite us in and we’ll talk.”

“I’m calling the cops!”

That just makes them laugh again. “Do it,” one of them says. “We haven’t eaten yet.”

“Yeah, we can have you for dessert.”

“Think she’s sweet enough?” You hear one of them ask.

“We’ll find out.”

“Come on out, sweet thing. Let us taste you.”

You jolt back, your hand somehow suddenly on the doorknob. When did you unlock the door? You wouldn’t. You move back but the door opens even as you try to retreat. For once there’s someone standing there. Multiple people, staring at you.

“You coming to join us?” one of them asks. The most striking thing about him is the bleach white hair and the intensity of his stare.

“No,” you shake your head, trying not to give in to the urge to run. Something tells you they’ll follow. They always follow.

“You will,” the dark haired one behind him says. You don’t even question how they’re not stuck. Only one of them looks like he’s struggling, the other blonde in the back. The rest just seem highly amused. But they’re standing there. Aren’t they?

You reach forward and slam the door before they can stop you. You shove your body against the door, terrified you won’t be able to lock it before they shove their way in.

They don’t need to. It’s silent outside and that scares you more than their laughter. You don’t know what they’re planning if you can’t hear them but you’re not stupid enough to think that you’re safe. You call the cops regardless. At least so it’s on record. They make a promise to come check it out, but you know it won’t happen. They never come by unless it’s daylight.

The window breaks with a crash, smothering the sound of the bottle that shatters as it hits your floor. Fire erupts in the room. You move before you can think, running out the door and away from the heat.

You slam into a body. Hands grab your arms, keeping you from falling back.

“There you are.”

You look up in horror at the face staring down at you. All you register are fangs and ridges that don’t look human.

“I win!” the thing calls out. A riot of curls form a mullet but it’s not…it looks like a monster. Some kind of special effects.

“Well, you know what that means,” a voice calls out. You glance around, looking at the men who suddenly surround you. They were men before, weren’t they? When they were at your door, they were human. But now..

The blond from before, the one who wasn’t stuck grins at the thing holding you. “You get first bite.”

“Aww man!” someone calls out but it doesn’t matter. All you see are teeth before something is biting you. You struggle, but he is like a vice holding you. As your sight goes dark, you hear that laughter again.

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