Pairing: David (Lost Boys) x Female!Reader
Warnings: Kind of smutty, language
The nights at the Boardwalk were always full of life, a paradox considering death was just walking amongst the great masses of people: dressed in leather, alongside their motorbikes, 4 men left death trails wherever they went.
Marco, Paul, Dwayne, and the worst, David.
You had fought them since you eighteen, as your dad had instructed you to do after you moved to Santa Carla when you were little. That's one of the perks of living with an occultist, he could sense the forces of evil and death from a mile away, although the big graffiti of "Murder Capital of the World" could also have played a substantial part in his deduction.
Four years playing a cat and mouse game, though you weren't sure who you were anymore: too many near-deaths, too many lives lost already to those vampires ...And yet you always rose up once again, ready to look at death in the eye with your trusty stake at hand.
Tonight was no different: you moved through the crowd swiftly, thankful that black and leather had become a fashion trend so you could blend with the punks, rockers and leather-lovers out in the Boardwalk. It didn't take long for them to show up, surely ready to have a snack from a poor soul who was to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
You watched the unsuspecting victims pile up on the beach, grouping with their friends, trying to find somewhere to get drunk or just be moronic as per usual ‘Back again sweetie?’ David's voice rumbled in your head, making you turn around as a chill ran down your spine. With David it was difficult: vampires were loathsome creatures, night entities who fed on the blood of victims, yet he was alluring. You couldn't deny that he always flirted with you at any given chance, you were young and your hormones were always at peak, a bad combination you must admit to yourself.
But self-control always prevailed...Most of the times: he had pinned you down on the sand or on a wall during a fight, his lips hovering mere inches over your neck, leaving you with a rush of adrenaline before he disappeared into the night with his peers.
As you walked the Boardwalk, you heard cat-calls and even some people talking about if you were from the bikers' gang, which made you chuckle “If only they knew...” 'What? How much you crave me, doll? Both of us know it' Stomping your feet, you tried to get the words ‘Fuck off’ across his brain, before looking where they had been when they'd arrived. They were nowhere to be found, which only pissed you off even more: let the games begin.
Closing your eyes, you tried to feel something, anything that could take you to them. But as auras were not your forte, a blood-curling scream would have to suffice, which put you on track towards under the Boardwalk. As you arrived there, you could only gasp as you saw the remnants of a boy carelessly scattered along the sand. As you followed in the footsteps, you started to ran across the coast, not caring who saw you with blood tainted boots or a stake at hand “Everyone, MOVE!” Parting your way, you heard the familiar roar of the motorbikes before it was too late.
As you reached another creek, you found David, lounging next to some cadavers.
It was only you and him, as per usual "Come on, doll" You grunted, panting from the chase "Oh sorry, I didn't know I suddenly had superhuman speed and strength" You replied sarcastically to him, gripping the stake tighter “Now, before, you know, “kill me”” He said, quoting it with his fingers for emphasys “Admit it. Something about me turns you on” Now it was your turn to laugh “Never, in a million years, would I be tempted by someone no, SOMETHING, like you! You shouted.
He came too close for comfort, lighting a cigarette and puffing the smoke right towards you, but you felt that he wanted to toy with you a little bit. Pulling yourself back, you grabbed the lapels of his coat and smashed your head into his “Shit!” You clutched your forehead “And what was this stunt you tried to pull right now?” You could tell he was holding his laughter “Come now doll, let’s dance” He said, crooking his finger "Stop calling me that!'
With that, the never ending game of cat and mousd begun: he always ran effortlesly, you could even swear he glided over the sand just as a surfnazi hovered over the waves. You tried to keep up with him, but you were no match from him. Turning left, you were back in the middle of the boardwalk "Shit" So many people were still lounging in the attractions, and saw many black coats that belong to others, which made your head spin.
As you panted for relief, you walked backwards to the edge of the wooden structure "Where the heck are you?" You whispered 'Behind you' Was all it took for you to scream as two hands roped around your torso, pulling you down with them.
You landed on the sand with a huff, quickly composing yourself as you checked where you were: it was under the bridge, a place people mostly went to relax or just make out. And you were there for neither of those.
David appeared in front of you, making you yelp, and pushed you onto one of the wooden columns.
"Gotcha" He purred, as his hand rested beside your head "Just as I've gotcha" His expression changed from cockiness to surprise, as the stake poked at his jacket, ready to end his life at any given second "I guess you do, but will you be able to do it kitten?" That was the last straw, he played with death as if he was a god himself, so you readied yourself to strike the final blow.
But you couldn't do it, you were at a loss of words. You could feel the disappointment in your heart, why couldn't you?
"No witty catchphrase? That's new" He chuckled darkly, gripping the stake from your hand and throwing it aside, rendering you powerless. His hand, which had been next to your hips, grabbed them roughly, “I...” You could only stammer as his face approached you “You thought you were a hero...Someone who could really end us? End me?” He chuckled darkly “You are weak, powerless...Another meal for us to feast on” His fangs hovered over your neck as you closed your eyes and whimpered “Look at you...So scared, I can feel your pulse without even touching you” “Get this over with” You managed to choke out “And let you off so easily? Forgive me for declining your offer. In fact, I enjoy seeing you so submissive”
You felt as if the anticipation would kill you faster than any bullet. But even there, with him so close to you, a little part of you wanted him to just “What do you want me to do, mmmh?” You bared your teeth at him, eliciting a tsk sound from him “You know” He started “I would love for us to stay this way. You know we could be a power couple, right?” “Fuck you” “That’s what you would like doll. But” He started to kiss along your neck vein, making you shudder “For” kiss “Now” kiss “This" kiss "will have to suffice” His tongue traced the trail, earning a moan from you “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to hear that sound from you?”
Before you could protest, he distanced himself from you and started to walk away “Don’t forget my words doll: you're my next meal" You stammered backwards "Fine, if that means I can stop you before you kill anybody else" You started to leave, trying to put up a bravado facade "Can't wait to taste you!" He shouted into the night.
With that, you let out a squeak and disappeared into the night, his chuckle etched in your brain.
