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*plops a baby hedgehog on his head*

“You… tend to like shot that draws blood huh?” A lazy snort.

“You could’ve easily never come. Humans lie all the time about shit like that.” Billy watched his hedgehog snuffle around his hands for a while. “Hell, if Dad never came back here then you never would’ve known something was wrong. I would’ve died and none of you would know.”

He growled softly. Not a threatening sound but rather one of malcontent. “All you ever had to do was call… any sign. Anything at all and we would have come. “ David turned to press his face into Billy’s neck. Where normally the sound of someone’s heartbeat left his fangs aching, this time it reassured him. Alive and well.

“Never should have let you go to begin with…”

Billy reached up to run his fingers through David’s hair in an attempt to soother him. “I know, baby. I know. But that thing wasn’t gonna let me. I am sorry I never contacted you aside from that one postcard, though. I didn’t wanna be a pussy who just bitches about shit to the few people that matter.”

He let his head rest against the other blonde’s, fingers still in his hair while Freddie curled up to nap in his free hand. “You didn’t have a choice, Davie. That creepy fuck of yours didn’t want you to.”

He heaved a breath. A useless one, but something he did for the sake of Billy. It was unnerving to be around silence when they shared space. So David consciously made the effort to breathe even if he didn’t have to when he wasn’t talking.

“It wasn’t your fault. But it doesn’t matter now. Neil made a mistake and you’re safe now. That’s all that matters.” The boys had been excited to see him again when they had come back. To welcome him back into the fold of their little brotherhood. And David had become all the more possessive and protective of him.

“He still thinks we are playing with our food…” David grunted, “he can get fucked for all I care.”

#punk rat: freddie

*plops a baby hedgehog on his head*

“You… tend to like shot that draws blood huh?” A lazy snort.

“You could’ve easily never come. Humans lie all the time about shit like that.” Billy watched his hedgehog snuffle around his hands for a while. “Hell, if Dad never came back here then you never would’ve known something was wrong. I would’ve died and none of you would know.”

He growled softly. Not a threatening sound but rather one of malcontent. “All you ever had to do was call… any sign. Anything at all and we would have come. “ David turned to press his face into Billy’s neck. Where normally the sound of someone’s heartbeat left his fangs aching, this time it reassured him. Alive and well.

“Never should have let you go to begin with…”

*plops a baby hedgehog on his head*

“You… tend to like shot that draws blood huh?” A lazy snort.

Billy grins at the blonde while his new little friend snuffles around his spikes hair. “I think he thinks you’re like him.”

A small smirk curled the corner of his mouth, “are you calling me a short porcupine?”

“I’m calling you a punk who’s cute.” Billy caught the little creature as he tried to climb down David’s neck.

David tilted his head a little bit, eyeing the creature that puffed up in Billy’s hand.

“Hmm. I suppose I’ll accept that…”

“You do have similar teeth though.” The younger grinned and opened the hedgehog’s mouth to show off the little teeth. “Can’t tell me it’s not cute. I named him Freddie.”

David flashed his own teeth at them, puffing softly in amusement. “You’re lucky you’re cute yourself,” of course there was no ire in his words, and he rolled his blue eyes in a good natured amusement.

“Yeah he’s cute.”

He winks at the older male. “I’m the cutest damn human you’ve ever met.” He replied with a grin. “A friend of mine told me hedgehogs are good pets. I really always loved them so I figured why not?”

“Cheeky,” he huffed, reaching out to stroke over bristly quills. “We will get along just fine I’m sure Frankie. Just don’t eat anything questionable…” David’s blue eyes flicked up towards Billy, “Im glad you’re treating yourself.”

“It’s Freddie, you jerk.” Billy teased, no heat behind the correction. “I’ll make sure he only eats things that are good for him. Don’t wanna hurt my new little buddy.” He pets the little creature gently as he curls closer to David. “Homestly.. I am, too. I’m happier now that I’m home.”

“Phillip?” He’s doing it Just to tease now, arm slipping around Billy to drag him closer. David tipped his head enough to look at him. “Mmm the sun and sea has done wonders for you, sunshine…”

Billy smacks his arm lightly even as he snuggles into the hold. He looks David in the eye with a smile. Something about that little nickname always makes his heart do flips. “So have you, moonlight.”

Ah but he was soft for this one. There was something about Billy Hargrove that eased him from his usual self. Calmed him into something from his past. He was nothing like the last Billy he’d known, but maybe it was that? He didn’t know.

“I did say I’d come no matter what if you needed me…” he murmured, “and I’m going to make sure you have everything you want or need here.”

#punk rat: freddie

*plops a baby hedgehog on his head*

“You… tend to like shot that draws blood huh?” A lazy snort.

Billy grins at the blonde while his new little friend snuffles around his spikes hair. “I think he thinks you’re like him.”

A small smirk curled the corner of his mouth, “are you calling me a short porcupine?”

“I’m calling you a punk who’s cute.” Billy caught the little creature as he tried to climb down David’s neck.

David tilted his head a little bit, eyeing the creature that puffed up in Billy’s hand.

“Hmm. I suppose I’ll accept that…”

“You do have similar teeth though.” The younger grinned and opened the hedgehog’s mouth to show off the little teeth. “Can’t tell me it’s not cute. I named him Freddie.”

David flashed his own teeth at them, puffing softly in amusement. “You’re lucky you’re cute yourself,” of course there was no ire in his words, and he rolled his blue eyes in a good natured amusement.

“Yeah he’s cute.”

He winks at the older male. “I’m the cutest damn human you’ve ever met.” He replied with a grin. “A friend of mine told me hedgehogs are good pets. I really always loved them so I figured why not?”

“Cheeky,” he huffed, reaching out to stroke over bristly quills. “We will get along just fine I’m sure Frankie. Just don’t eat anything questionable…” David’s blue eyes flicked up towards Billy, “Im glad you’re treating yourself.”

“It’s Freddie, you jerk.” Billy teased, no heat behind the correction. “I’ll make sure he only eats things that are good for him. Don’t wanna hurt my new little buddy.” He pets the little creature gently as he curls closer to David. “Homestly.. I am, too. I’m happier now that I’m home.”

“Phillip?” He’s doing it Just to tease now, arm slipping around Billy to drag him closer. David tipped his head enough to look at him. “Mmm the sun and sea has done wonders for you, sunshine…”

#punk rat: Freddie

*plops a baby hedgehog on his head*

“You… tend to like shot that draws blood huh?” A lazy snort.

Billy grins at the blonde while his new little friend snuffles around his spikes hair. “I think he thinks you’re like him.”

A small smirk curled the corner of his mouth, “are you calling me a short porcupine?”

“I’m calling you a punk who’s cute.” Billy caught the little creature as he tried to climb down David’s neck.

David tilted his head a little bit, eyeing the creature that puffed up in Billy’s hand.

“Hmm. I suppose I’ll accept that…”

“You do have similar teeth though.” The younger grinned and opened the hedgehog’s mouth to show off the little teeth. “Can’t tell me it’s not cute. I named him Freddie.”

David flashed his own teeth at them, puffing softly in amusement. “You’re lucky you’re cute yourself,” of course there was no ire in his words, and he rolled his blue eyes in a good natured amusement.

“Yeah he’s cute.”

He winks at the older male. “I’m the cutest damn human you’ve ever met.” He replied with a grin. “A friend of mine told me hedgehogs are good pets. I really always loved them so I figured why not?”

“Cheeky,” he huffed, reaching out to stroke over bristly quills. “We will get along just fine I’m sure Frankie. Just don’t eat anything questionable…” David’s blue eyes flicked up towards Billy, “Im glad you’re treating yourself.”

*plops a baby hedgehog on his head*

“You… tend to like shot that draws blood huh?” A lazy snort.

Billy grins at the blonde while his new little friend snuffles around his spikes hair. “I think he thinks you’re like him.”

A small smirk curled the corner of his mouth, “are you calling me a short porcupine?”

“I’m calling you a punk who’s cute.” Billy caught the little creature as he tried to climb down David’s neck.

David tilted his head a little bit, eyeing the creature that puffed up in Billy’s hand.

“Hmm. I suppose I’ll accept that…”

“You do have similar teeth though.” The younger grinned and opened the hedgehog’s mouth to show off the little teeth. “Can’t tell me it’s not cute. I named him Freddie.”

David flashed his own teeth at them, puffing softly in amusement. “You’re lucky you’re cute yourself,” of course there was no ire in his words, and he rolled his blue eyes in a good natured amusement.

“Yeah he’s cute.”

*plops a baby hedgehog on his head*

“You… tend to like shot that draws blood huh?” A lazy snort.

Billy grins at the blonde while his new little friend snuffles around his spikes hair. “I think he thinks you’re like him.”

A small smirk curled the corner of his mouth, “are you calling me a short porcupine?”

“I’m calling you a punk who’s cute.” Billy caught the little creature as he tried to climb down David’s neck.

David tilted his head a little bit, eyeing the creature that puffed up in Billy’s hand.

“Hmm. I suppose I’ll accept that…”

*plops a baby hedgehog on his head*

“You… tend to like shot that draws blood huh?” A lazy snort.

Billy grins at the blonde while his new little friend snuffles around his spikes hair. “I think he thinks you’re like him.”

A small smirk curled the corner of his mouth, “are you calling me a short porcupine?”

#david answers #Billy why is there a punk rat on my head….?

*plops a baby hedgehog on his head*

“You… tend to like shot that draws blood huh?” A lazy snort.

Salvation

Nothing changed in Santa Carla. The surf was great. The days were warm. The nights were lively, and the pictures of those gone missing left to weather in the blazing California sun continued to appear on a monthly basis. No one ever found them, but most people had plenty of ideas what happened to them all the same. David didn't mind though. It was home, and the monotony of every day life was broken by the ability to be an absolute thorn in the side of the people that called the sea side town home. But there were just some things that caught his attention more than others. Like the reappearance of one shit father of the decade, Neil Hargrove, showing his face on the boardwalk again.

“Don’t remember anything saying vampires can fly. Unless it’s as a bat.” Max held on as tight as possible without choking David. Once they were in the air she kept a lookout for anything strange and gave David directions to Hopper’s cabin in the woods.

When he gave her his jacket, she slowly and carefully maneuvered to put it on so it wouldn’t fly off randomly. It was surprisingly a chilly night considering how hot it’s been for most of the summer. Max hoped the cooler temperature would ease some of Billy’s pain for the night.

Once she was on the ground, Max walked over to sit on the steps of the cabin. “Well, so far the only thing we’ve gotta worry about this time is the flayed turning into gooey monsters. No sign of the demogorgon or demodog this time around.”

She pulled out her walkie talkie and let the others know the coast was clear for them. “… You have Billy his leather jacket, didn’t you? Before we left home?”

David didn't find anything terribly worrying in the area, outside the natural order, he settled himself on the porch steps and stretched his legs out. The blonde propped himself up with his elbows on his knees. No sign of a Demogorgon or demodog. Good enough for him. When she'd let the others know they were safe and it was clear, David watched the girl curiously. She looked like she'd put on a lot of responsibilities from the last time he'd seen her. He could see the weight of it on her shoulders. In her eyes. A girl so young should have to face these things. Not any more. " I did," he nodded, " to remember us by..." David pressed his lips a little bit, brows creasing as he thought back to it all. It had been a sly meeting, stood outside the boys bedroom window while they said their goodbyes. Max had warned him not to involve himself in the things that mortals did. Not so deeply at least. If the boys father wished to take him away there was nothing he could do to stop it. David knew well enough Billy only had his father, no matter how cruel the man was. And maybe he was hoping that getting away would stop the mans violence. " Billy got in with some shitty people and at the time it was complicated for me. We aren't supposed to sway people unless it's for our own gain. Mostly to eat. And we didn't want that for him. So we tried to be there when he was partaking. Tried to pull him away from it of his own will but I think what happened at home made things difficult."

“Billy really cared about you guys. I could hear him whispering out the window that night. And I heard him go outside to say goodbye.” She never pictured Billy as the hugging type but that night she’d witnessed him looking like a hug was all he wanted in the whole world. Max just knew she wasn’t the one he wanted it from.

“He doesn’t know I know but.. I saw him with that guy back home, when I would sneak out. I dunno what his name was but he looked at Billy like he was a piece of meat. And I know he had bruises from that guy but Billy pretended they were all from his dad.” She doesn’t know everything. Doesn’t know why he refuses pain medication even when it’s really bad. But she knows her brother was in love with a monster back home. One that was human.

“His dad is horrible but Billy still loves him. I know he does. There’s times he does everything he can to piss Neil off and then he turns around and attempts to make him proud. It never works.” There are tears welling up in her eyes and Max wipes them away. “I hate that he took it out on me when he was upset but at least I knew he wasn’t going to die.”

#puppetoffthehook #Salvation

David glanced over at her, " he was just a kid. He never should have gotten himself involved in that. But there's only so much you can do. Can't help someone who wont help themselves. And he was still young..." He folded his fingers together, " I realized too late what was happening between him and that boy." David had his regrets with the boy but he was going to make up for it. He had to. Billy deserved that much. " The man deserves to die," David mused, furrowing his brows a little. He tilted his head to one side and arched a brow at her, " I would in an instant if I didn't think Billy would resent me for it. As it stands my brothers are going to be keeping him... occupied for now." David reached over and he mussed her red hair. " Sorry you had to deal with it kid. But we'll get him out of this and you can mend your relationships with him." David gave her a smile, crooked but not vicious. Not cruel. " We'll get him out of this. I promise..." They had to. David hadn't been there when he should have been and now he wanted to fix this. To help Billy through whatever monster had it's claws in him. He wouldn't leave until then.

iwantfuckingraviolis

#aestehtic

That smirk. David, David. Hebrew, meaning "beloved". Maybe those dreams came from a misplaced sense of comfort - again, she felt trapped inside the horrors of being a girl, in that hazy and delicate reality with an unbearable sense of loneliness lurking beneath. Maybe she wanted to run wild, to let her crudest passions take over. Way to go, flirting with a vampire you only know through your delirious dreams. Something must be wrong with her, she had always felt that way. She truly hated herself sometimes. She looked away from him for a moment. "Yeah, right?", she laughed. "You almost made me want to be good for you", she chuckled. Ah, the bitterness, the need to be known and wanted. She stared back at him, holding his gaze again, regaining some courage. After all, he was not to blame for her own failures and fantasies. "So, what about you? I feel like I've been oversharing, I hope I haven't made you uncomfortable. I would love to hear about your dreams, if you are willing to share them", she smiled at him, and this time the smile reached her eyes. He was quite an intimidating figure in front of her, draped in black leather. How nonchalant he looked, lazily looking over her. Yeah, she really liked him, she decided. She also envied his strength, his freedom. And she knew this was probably the stupidest thing she had ever done. //// OOC: thank you for interacting with me, I have no idea where am I going with this but it's being super fun :)

David pressed his lips a bit and he tilted his head a little. She wanted to know about him, and to be fair he didn't know what he was supposed to tell her. His life was long and far away. He'd done a lot in his time and seen even more. He could write novels on it if he wanted. " Dreams? " he mused quietly and tipped his head back. " Im not sure you would want to know my dreams." Perhaps they shouldn't have dreams any more, their rest deep and unyielding. But David still has some. " They are far from pleasant," he murmured. David was a spoiled man at best most days. He got whatever he pleased from his sire. If the desire struck him to ask. And if getting it from his father wasn't an option then he'd find a way to get it himself. But being spoiled didn't mean that his past went away. And his past wasn't a pleasant one.

#tragantia #david answers

Salvation

Nothing changed in Santa Carla. The surf was great. The days were warm. The nights were lively, and the pictures of those gone missing left to weather in the blazing California sun continued to appear on a monthly basis. No one ever found them, but most people had plenty of ideas what happened to them all the same. David didn't mind though. It was home, and the monotony of every day life was broken by the ability to be an absolute thorn in the side of the people that called the sea side town home. But there were just some things that caught his attention more than others. Like the reappearance of one shit father of the decade, Neil Hargrove, showing his face on the boardwalk again.

“Don’t remember anything saying vampires can fly. Unless it’s as a bat.” Max held on as tight as possible without choking David. Once they were in the air she kept a lookout for anything strange and gave David directions to Hopper’s cabin in the woods.

When he gave her his jacket, she slowly and carefully maneuvered to put it on so it wouldn’t fly off randomly. It was surprisingly a chilly night considering how hot it’s been for most of the summer. Max hoped the cooler temperature would ease some of Billy’s pain for the night.

Once she was on the ground, Max walked over to sit on the steps of the cabin. “Well, so far the only thing we’ve gotta worry about this time is the flayed turning into gooey monsters. No sign of the demogorgon or demodog this time around.”

She pulled out her walkie talkie and let the others know the coast was clear for them. “… You have Billy his leather jacket, didn’t you? Before we left home?”

#salvation #Billy #puppetoffthehook

David didn't find anything terribly worrying in the area, outside the natural order, he settled himself on the porch steps and stretched his legs out. The blonde propped himself up with his elbows on his knees. No sign of a Demogorgon or demodog. Good enough for him. When she'd let the others know they were safe and it was clear, David watched the girl curiously. She looked like she'd put on a lot of responsibilities from the last time he'd seen her. He could see the weight of it on her shoulders. In her eyes. A girl so young should have to face these things. Not any more. " I did," he nodded, " to remember us by..." David pressed his lips a little bit, brows creasing as he thought back to it all. It had been a sly meeting, stood outside the boys bedroom window while they said their goodbyes. Max had warned him not to involve himself in the things that mortals did. Not so deeply at least. If the boys father wished to take him away there was nothing he could do to stop it. David knew well enough Billy only had his father, no matter how cruel the man was. And maybe he was hoping that getting away would stop the mans violence. " Billy got in with some shitty people and at the time it was complicated for me. We aren't supposed to sway people unless it's for our own gain. Mostly to eat. And we didn't want that for him. So we tried to be there when he was partaking. Tried to pull him away from it of his own will but I think what happened at home made things difficult."

Salvation

Nothing changed in Santa Carla. The surf was great. The days were warm. The nights were lively, and the pictures of those gone missing left to weather in the blazing California sun continued to appear on a monthly basis. No one ever found them, but most people had plenty of ideas what happened to them all the same. David didn't mind though. It was home, and the monotony of every day life was broken by the ability to be an absolute thorn in the side of the people that called the sea side town home. But there were just some things that caught his attention more than others. Like the reappearance of one shit father of the decade, Neil Hargrove, showing his face on the boardwalk again.

“Billy? Billy’s flayed?” Nancy asked, stunned. “You managed to get through to him?”

“So did we. We locked him in the sauna at the pool to see if we were right about him being flayed and he told us a little of what the Mindflayer wants from him. David tracked him down not long after that.” Max replied.

The idea that the Mindflayer was trying to build itself a body in their world was a horrifying thought for all of them. If it succeeded who knew what it might do to Hawkins or the world around it? They’ll have to come up with some kind of plan to stop it or destroy it if they’re too late.

“So we know Billy and the crazy old lady were flayed. Who else?”

“Heather. The girl Billy worked with at the pool.” Jane spoke, a bit of sadness and fear in her voice. “I found them and Billy took her somewhere I couldn’t see. She was screaming.”

“Heather Holloway?” Nancy asked and both other girls nodded. “Her father was one of the ones who attacked us at the hospital. That must be how Bruce was flayed, too. And if Billy was inactive at home then that means Heather and the others are out there gathering more.”

Nancy looked between Jonathan, the kids, and the strange guy on their couch. They needed to be able to have this discussion. Without anyone being able to interrupt them or get in the way of more flayed monsters came their way.

“Okay. Let’s continue this at Hopper’s cabin. El, do you think you can try to find Heather or Billy when we get there?”

The girl nodded. “I’ll try.”

"He was very unwell. That much was apparent. Smelled...." he frowned a little, " Smelled like chemicals. And rot..." If he was actively septic David worried how effective his help would be. His blood could do a great many things for someone but mending organ rot might not be one of them. And blood toxicity was complicated. " Black veins webbing across him slightly..." He motioned at the areas. David shifted a little uneasily. Time was of the essence and they were most certainly wasting it. He pressed his lips a little and stood at the suggestion that they leave to somewhere else to talk. Hopper's Cabin? David didn't argue the point that he could find Billy with his eyes closed. Rather he just agreed to follow along. Not knowing exactly what was going on with the whole situation it was better that he play it safe anyway. " If someone wants to go with me I can make sure the area is clear..." he pressed his lips a bit. Maybe it wasn't needed. " Otherwise I will follow you there," He could only do so much at the moment, and there were still hunger pangs troubling him but David lived every life surrounding by the beating hearts of the living. "Let's get going," Jonathan murmured, " i'll keep trying to get ahold of my mom." He made for the door out the back rather than going up the stairs again.

Nancy bit her lip. “That doesn’t sound good. Nothing like this happened with Will; he just made Will stay cold. The flayed people we’ve seen are constantly soaked in sweat because the Mindflayer can’t stand the heat of the summer.”

“But this heat isn’t a big enough deterrent for it to remain dormant any longer.” Will piped in. “It’s stayed out of sight since November when it would’ve been so much easier to strike while it was cold. Something has him riled up enough to come back even though it would be weaker like this.”

Max stood up beside David. “We’ll have to take that as a sign that we can win then. I’m gonna ride ahead to the cabin with David to make sure Billy and the rest of the flayed aren’t around. I’ll take my walkie to keep in touch.”

Nancy didn’t look thrilled to be letting one of the kids go alone with a guy she doesn’t know but Jonathan is willing to trust him and she’s trying to trust Jonathan more. “Okay. You get a two minute head start. Keep an eye out for Hopper and the others too. I’m worried about them.”

David hummed. Pleased enough that he'd be able to check things over before all hell broke loose. Call it a force of habit. That he should need to ensure a locations security before allowing himself to relax into a situation. And if the world was hemorrhaging creatures from some alternate reality then he certainly couldn't trust it to be safe at all. Certainly he existed in a space that stretched the seams of realities tapestry already but this put it fit to bursting. With the others already gathering up to discus and give him a head start, he glanced down at the girl who had agreed to join him. David led her out, as though he practically owned the place, Which he supposed if they were going by technicality he did in a way. Top of the food chain, blah blah, welcomed in, blah. in the safety of the night, David glanced along the silent street. "Alright kid," He crouched down, offering his back to her, bows lifting as he grinned almost boyishly, no threat of fangs in sight. "Think you can navigate on the fly?" He asked easily, " you're gonna have to hold on. I didn't drive here and short of hotwiring a car this is how we're going...."

Max let David lead her outside. She’s actually very worried for her brother whether her friends liked it or not. Billy might be a dick but he doesn’t deserve what the Mindflayer is putting him through. It’s trying to kill him, making him flay others and drag them to the same fate.

She knows Billy better than he thinks; he doesn’t like to hurt people if he can avoid it. He hates doing things that make him think of his father. The guy cries watching romance movies for God’s sake, though he tries to hide it. It has to be eating him alive knowing all these people won’t make it.

“You didn’t drive here?” The redhead looks around, only seeing the boys’ bikes, Jonathan’s car, and the Wheelers’ car. “How did.. You can fly?!” Max can’t help but wonder if Billy knew his friend could fly. Rather than dwell on it, she positioned herself so she had her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs were gripping as tight as they could.