Calling of the Souls ~ Poly!LostBoysXFem!Reader Part 5
A/N: You would think that the hardest part for me was writing this... it was the gifs. It was finding the gifs. It was also writing. I have also realized that with each part it just keeps getting a bit longer every time. So if you don’t like reading long posts, I apologize.
Word Count: 3,388
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 6
Warmth and darkness rarely went hand in hand, yet Y/N felt such warmth. It was joined by comfort and peace. Somehow still, Y/N knew this was not right. It was too eerie. Like when you stand out under a streetlamp in the dead of night and there’s nothing. No sound, no people, no movement.
A wave of ice cold hit her face, startling her. Her eyes snapped open, wet hair stuck to her face. Had she been asleep? Her eyes met a familiar pair of black eyes with red pupils. Not a shred of white within them.
“Tyr.” The name came out dryly, catching her by surprise.
“Maybe I should have saved you some water for you to drink. Hindsight is 20/20.” Tyr said with a frown. “Now tell me, dear little Y/N.... what the hell did you do?” The words came out scolding. He was upset but it came out more like he was worried.
This worry had her frowning as she gazed up at him. What did he mean? Why was he questioning what she had done? She couldn’t even recall.
“Don’t look so confused. I woke up to your screams.” Tyr groaned as he plopped onto the bed beside her, rolling so that he was on his back. “You were in pain.”
The memories of the night in the cave came crashing back to her.
“I met my soulmate.... he’s half dead.” The words sounded foreign to herself. Like she still could not believe what she had witnessed.
“Your soulmate is a zombie?” Tyr asked her. “A ghoul perhaps?”
“Half vampire.” She knew what his reaction would be.
The moment he heard her words Tyr scoffed but when she didn’t change her words he leaned up on his elbows to look down at her. “You’re serious? A vampire?” the term slipped from his lips as if it were hemlock tea, sweetened with arsenic instead of sugar.
Y/N knew his hatred for their kind. It was the entire reason as to why she had felt such an urgent need to escape the cave. She had spent so long by Tyr’s side. There was nothing but trust in her heart for that demon, she would place her life in his hands and she had done so many times.
Loyalty was important to Y/N. It would be near impossible for her to convince him to let them stay a while longer. Or at least that was what she had thought.
“Yes. Vampire.” She said to him though she was not quite sure yet she should break the entire news to him. He already seemed on edge with the one. How could she explain the feeling she had for the other four? “Tyr? How long have we been asleep?” She asked as her eyes broke contact with his to look up at the ceiling above them.
Tyr laid back down, a deep breath being dragged out of his lungs. “Well I have been asleep 4 days.”
“So...then I have only slept a day?” She asked knowing she had spent one day alone and 2 days caring for him, then went out that very night. That made 1 day that she had been asleep.
“We need more sleep.” Tyr groaned as he turned on his side to face Y/N, his hand moved to shield her eyes from the light. “I know you teleported without a door. You’re lucky you ended up where you wanted to be. Never do that again.”
“If you felt that I needed more rest then why did you wake me?” Y/N laughed smacking his hand away from her face.
Tyr closed his eyes as if ready to sleep. He still seemed so tired. “You were screaming in your sleep. Thought you needed a snuggle buddy.” Tyr spoke with a snort but he didn’t open his eyes. His words were mocking and yet that was exactly what he did. Went over to wake her up, check to make sure she was okay and was willing to lay with her to help her feel better.
His reasoning had made sense and his intent was sweet. “You sleep. I need to go out.” Y/N said sitting up and sliding to the edge of the bed. Before she could stand, Tyr grabbed her wrist. Y/N sat frozen in place, eyes glancing down at the demon. “Yes?”
“If you’re going to see them then take the charm.” It was clear to her now that he was not planning on stopping her. Try knew the pull of a soulmate was too strong to ignore.
“You’re willing to let me?” Y/N asked. Her expression looked almost horrified at the notion. Not because the charm was scary, but because Tyr deemed this to be something she would need a devil’s blood infused black tourmaline pendant. “You told me that you needed it at all times to stay hidden!” Y/N exclaimed, her face pale at the thought of his possible enemies finding them.
Tyr was strong, she had no interest in meeting anyone he deemed powerful enough to hide from.
“To keep Us hidden.” Tyr corrected her. “You need to stay hidden just as much as I do.”
“Yes and the charm cannot protect me from vampires and keep us hidden at the same time!” Y/N stood when his grip on her wrist when loose. “You hold onto it. My soulmate cannot hurt me.” Y/N said more calm at the thought.
“You have such faith in creatures with dead souls.” Tyr whispered as he was falling back asleep. His voice came off deep, gruff and groggy.
“Half...” She muttered, “At least... one of the five is half.” But it was too late. Tyr slipped back into his hibernation-like sleep... on her bed. What was there to do? She groaned as she went to go get showered and dress.
Tyr had been around for a very long time. He was older than her and yet at the same time stuck to her side like glue. Still she could remember the day she had first met him. Recalling the way he held his hand out to her when she had fallen, a smile on his lips as he helped her up. His promise to always be there by her side to protect her. She didn’t understand at the time. What even was a familiar?
No doubt these guys who had spent time searching for her last time were already thinking she was running from them again. She really didn’t want to know what it was like to live in a city where vampires had to search for their mate that they could not find.
At least it had only been the day time and half the night so far. If she managed to get anywhere they can see her before the night was up then they wouldn’t be upset, of that she believed herself to be sure.
The boardwalk was empty at this time of night. Too late for anything to be open, most people closed up any shops they had before; so the most that she could do was walk through the woods to head back to the cave.
She wasn’t entirely sure why she was putting herself through this? There were questions that she wanted answers to. If they truly had dead souls as Tyr believed then it shouldn’t have been possible for her to feel the pull. Y/N was sure of at least that much.
Were they simply interested in a meal? She doubted it when they were trying to get her to drink. What if they got irritated enough that she didn’t drink it that they ended up changing their minds and thought to make her a meal next time they saw her? Y/N stopped right at the top of the steps down to the cave.
For the first time in her life she had felt nervous. A feeling deep in the pit of her stomach telling her to just go back to Tyr and sleep until they had the energy to leave again.
The dull ache of a made dying still in her chest was what pushed her into walking down the unsteady steps. It was not until now that she realized when Marko had been walking her down the other night he had been using his strength to help her walk steadily. At this moment she felt every creak with each step she took until she reached the entrance of the cave.
The cave was already lit which made her believe that someone had to be home. The faint sounds in the distance made her pause. It was far too quiet for it to be the rowdy boys who seemed to treat each night as a party.
No, this was quiet, strained sounds, strained to remain quiet. Closing her eyes she tried to listen closely.
“Michael...” the name came as a moan near silent but not entirely so, followed by the voice of none other than Michael, cursing under his breath.
Y/N was no idiot, she may have been experienced herself but she knew of these things.
Spinning in her place, she went right back up those steps. She did not want to go any closer, she did not want to see. The pain aching in her chest now was no longer merely because her soulmate was on the precipice of half humanity and vampirism. Her pace was faster going up than it had been going down, straining her muscles to move faster, work harder. Y/N needed to get out of there and quickly.
At first she had believed that she would have simply stopped at the top but her legs kept moving. She just kept going and she didn’t know where it was that she was headed. Her breathing was labored, hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end with the cold ocean breeze pushing over her after she exited the tree line.
“Whoa there!” A voice said as an arm lipped around her waist and pulled her into their chest. She almost screamed and went to punch the person but her fist was caught by the persons other hand. A bewildered Paul looked at her. “Where have you been Doll?” he asked her but his usual smile slipped from his face quickly. “Hey, hey... no, what happened?” He asked as his hand let go of her wrist to wipe at her cheeks.
When he pulled his hand back she could see his wet palm. Had she been crying? Why? Was this the effect a soulmate could have on someone when they betrayed you? When they hurt you? She hated it.
She did the only thing that came to mind. Y/N wrapped her arms around Paul’s neck, clinging to him as she buried her face between her arm and his head. Her shoulders shook as quiet sobs escaped her lips. It was stupid. She felt deep down it was stupid to cry over Michael. She had barely even known him. Barely even spoke to him; and yet here she was. Crying as if she was mourning the greatest loss of her life. In the arms of a vampire who was trying so hard to comfort her.
Paul had his hand cupping the base of her skull as he held her against him. His voice sounded distant at first but soon it started to zone back in. It sounded like mumbling at first before it did come back, “...ight. It’s okay Y/N, I got you. It’s okay. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. It’s going to be alright.” ”
Her cries began to quiet down as he reigned in her emotions. It was not the healthiest thing to do, she was sure, however she needed to regain her composure.
How can something with a dead soul be so kind? Be so comforting?
A kiss to her shoulder made her bring her face away as her arms loosened their grip. “I’m sorry.” She whispered.
“Y/N you never have to apologize to me. If you need a shoulder to cry on, I would rather you come to me... and if not me then Marko, David or Dwayne. Why are you running? Is someone chasing you?” he asked her; having already conveniently left out the fact that the other three were currently searching through the direction that she had come from. They were looking for anything that could have scared her, anyone who could have chased her. If someone had the intention to hurt her then they would face their wrath. That was a promise.
“No... it’s nothing really. I just was stupid.” She said to him shaking her head and slowly releasing him entirely. Fighting off the feeling that had asked her to keep holding onto him even if it had been just for a while longer.
“Y/N... you looked like you were about to be murdered. I promise you that if anyone was trying to get you, we would stop them.” He swore to her feeling cold at the loss of no longer having her in his arms.
“I was just... sad.” She said the words, truly at that moment she felt like an idiot. She was sad. God she hoped that he wouldn’t ask why; and almost like he heard her silent prayer, he didn’t.
He seemed to relax a bit, but only slightly so. “So you’re not hurt? At least anywhere other than your heart?”
The question was somewhat funny to her causing a faint laugh to come from her lips. “No. I am not hurt.”
“Come out with us for the rest of the night?” He asked her, wanting to make her feel better. Paul had already come to his own conclusion as to why she was so sad. Her friend had been ill for a few days. Maybe he had to be hospitalized? If the person he deemed close enough to live with got that sick then he would have been upset too.
“Yes.” She answered quickly. She could use the distraction and these guys were a good time... as long as they didn’t try to get her to drink from that bottle.
The smile that had gone from Paul’s face before had now returned as he took her into his arms. Lifting her up, “I want to carry you!” He announced but it didn’t seem like he was going to give her any room to argue anyway.
Paul led her to his bike, the others now there waiting for him, Laddie seated with Dwayne as seemed the normal. Feigning surprise at him leading Y/N over to them, “You always happen to run into us one at a time.” Marko laughed. She had very literally run right into Paul’s arms tonight.
“Well perhaps if you made it easier for me to find you I wouldn’t have to happen upon you.” Y/N said to Marko. Her cheeks still felt warmed from her crying, her eyes still red and yet not a single one of them had mentioned it to her. They were giving her room to collect herself, something Y/N was grateful for.
The guys laughed at her words. At least then they believed that she had truly wanted to be around them. If she wanted to find them they would have to make it easier for her, the only problem was that they liked to move from place to place; wandering to different locations on a nightly basis. It would have made it easier for them had she been one of them and lived with them. Then they would not have to look for her, or her look for them.
Paul had set down Y/N long enough to get on the bike and have her seated behind him. He was thrilled that she had chosen to sit with him on his bike without having to be asked which she wanted to ride with.
Y/N wasn’t in any kind of mood to have to be urged to do something. She wanted to forget about Michael and Star. Despite the pain he had caused her she didn’t want to focus on him, because she still felt that damn connection.
They took off into the night on their bikes. Enjoying the drive, the wind throwing Y/N’s hair back; it was just then when Y/N realized that she had not even asked them where they were going. It was far too late for her to ask. They might be able to hear her if she spoke over the roar of their engines or the rushing wind by her ears but Y/N didn’t have the same sense of hearing.
There was no where open, or so Y/N thought, but that had probably been because she didn’t know this place. These guys found a spot. A small rundown diner that looked like it needed a paint job. It looked old school, like it was built 30 years ago and they never decided to bring it to the modern times of the 80’s. There was an appeal about it that Y/N seemed to like.
The interior was more maintained than the exterior. The booths looked pristine, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder why such a place would keep the outside looking rundown but the inside looked like it should be a great spot to be. If anything this place should be filled with people and nearly impossible to get a seat.
“Family owned business. They don’t want this place too full or they would have to hire people from outside the family.” David explained to her seeing the look on her face, the question in her eyes.
“I’m sure they would make more if they did, but this makes sense. It’s a hidden gem.” Y/N said understanding a bit more. The booths looked like they could comfortably seat 4 and yet that’s where they took her despite the fact there had been 6 of them.
“Y/N! You should sit with me and Paul!” Marko said to her gesturing to the seat on his right that had been left open for her to squeeze in.
Y/N had already been going over but then was stopped by Dwayne who went to sit down in the booth, pulling her to sit to his left, David taking the seat right beside her.
Marko sat there dumbfounded but she was already sitting there, squished between the two and Laddie sat down beside him with Paul grumbling as he sat down too.
The waitress made her way over to them, “Hello again boys! You brought a girl? Which one of you is dating her, or trying to? You never bring someone over!” She said to them setting down the menus. She was an older woman, late forties or early fifties; with such a cheery smile.
Paul put his hand over his heart looking at her, “Sylvia please, you hurt me, you know I only got eyes for you!” he teased her earning a playful swat with a menu from Sylvia. “Ah don’t hurt me girl!” he said but he had managed to avoid the question for now.
“Just tell me your drink orders and I’ll be back for your food orders!” She said to him, cheeks red with a blush as she got out her notepad and pen.
The guys put in their orders of drinks, most of which were pops, Laddie and Y/N had opted for a milkshake for their drink. Laddie went with chocolate and Y/N went for vanilla.
“Um... you know... I’m really squished, maybe I can go get a chair and sit on the side.” Y/N said to them feeling far too warm between Dwayne and David.
“Chair? There’s no chairs here darling.” Dwayne said to her a smile on his lips as he looked at her, his hand snaked around her waist and with a quick movement she was set on the lap of David.
There were so many questions that ran through her head. Her eyes were wide as she looked at Dwayne who just smiled at her. David’s right arm went around her waist to lock her into place. “Our boys are really into teamwork.” He whispered into her ear. Her cheeks went bright red at the thoughts that came to her mind with such a phrase causing her to slightly shift her hips on his lap.
