people these days are too busying being employed or going to school to prioritize what really matters in life: watching a goth girl repeatedly electrocute cole sprouse with a tanning bed
Dry heat. The only two words that could describe the hellscape that Santa Carla, California was. I was just now realizing that I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, getting states away from home. The horrors of the grimy truckstop showers should have been an omen not to come here, but I was determined to get away. To start new. To be. . . different.
I had hitchhiked what felt like hundreds of miles, but I knew that wasn’t possible. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was not getting some serial killer-rapist to pick me up. So far, I had gotten nice people, families, and old run-down people that were once me. The Sun’s lasers blasted at me like I was Princess Leia. I was definitely going to get a sunburn after this. I held my thumb up for the millionth time to plead with someone to not let me die of a heatstroke out here. No luck.
The dry dirt crunched under my boots as I walked down the side of the highway into California. A “Welcome to Santa Carla California!” the sign taunted me. As I passed, something told me to glance back. Some punk had spray painted the phrase “MURDER CAPITAL OF THE WORLD” in a fitting, blood red. I suppose maybe that should have been my omen to quit while I was ahead. Of course, I didn’t listen. I had hithicked and been through some of the nasties and sketchiest places to get her. Murder Capital of the World wasn’t going to shock me. More people means more crime anyway.
This time, my thumb yielded an old red Toyota to take pity on me. Once inspecting my saviors, I understood why an older woman had stopped. She had two children in her car. Maybe she saw herself, or her kids, in me. Maybe the husky that was desperate to sniff me begged her to pull over.
“Hi, are you alright? Do you need a ride?” A sweet and delicate voice emanated from her gentle expression. Murder Capital of the World, am I right? Her two sons, the older brunette, and younger blonde, eyed me suspiciously. ALthough, they didn’t seem too concerned with their mother picking up a total stranger. Maybe she did this often.
“Yes ma’am, I just need a ride into town.” I explained. If I got a cheap hotel, maybe I could settle down a bit. I glanced into the old vehicle, it seemed a little over crowded. The two teenages didn’t seem to want to share their precious car space, especially with a husky on the blonde’s lap. Who drags a Husky into this kind of weather?
“Michael, move over just a little. Would you?” The woman’s turquoise necklace with wings caught my eye. It looked almost like a Journey album cover. Michale, the older brunette guy, side eyed me. Not wanting to displease his mother, moved over just a little.
I grabbed the sun bleached handle and opened the car to scoot towards Michael. I tried not to take up too much space, I was a sweaty hitchhiker. It seemed like any space I took up was too much.
“Thanks, I’m (Y/N).” I gestured my open palm towards Michael to shake.
“I’m Michael,” he thankfully shook my hand and didn’t seem too upset about me being in the car. “That’s Sam, Nanook, and my mom–”
“I’m Lucy by the way.” She laughed.
“It’s nice to meet you all. Thank you for giving me a ride, I really do appreciate it.” I thanked Lucy. Sam muttered something about not asking for another one. His mother’s displeased look stopped him from saying anything else.
“So, you’re staging with some family?” Lucy glanced at me through the rearview mirror.
“Oh, uh. I just . . . um. . .” I can’t believe that I was completely choking up. Shit. “Yeah, but only for a little bit.” I hoped that was enough to convince her. It wasn’t.
“Oh, they couldn’t drop you off?” She questioned.
“Well, they don’t have a car, so I just walk everywhere.”
“If you need somewhere to stay for a bit, we have extra room.” Lucy reached for my hand behind the seats.
“Mom–” Sam objected. I couldn’t blame him.
“Sam! Be nice. I raised you better than that!” She scolded.
“You’re more than welcome to stay with us if you need. Really, we do have plenty of room.” Lucy seemed more concerned for me that I was about myself.
Was it really a bad idea? Maybe. Was I going to take it anyway. Yeah! A rent free place to stay, why wouldn’t I take that? Plus, I could cook, clean, or pay rent after I got a job, so it wasn’t like I was taking advantage of them. I only had sixty bucks left, so not enough to stay at a motel for very long.
“Are you sure? I really don't want to take up unwanted space.” put on a sweet and naive voice. I couldn’t make it too obvious that I wanted to stay. Sam and Michael would be a little harder to convince, but I could do it.
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Along the ride, I learned the family’s name was the Emerson’s, freshly moving to Santa Carla after a not-so-great divorce. I thought it was interesting to move so far away, even if Lucy’s father was here. Did she not have siblings? Friends that could help her out? I wasn’t going to ask. Michael wasn’t too thrilled finishing his senior year in a completely different state, but he said he was going to try to make the best of it. Sam, on the other hand, was almost insulted that he had to relocate. A total mall-rat. California seemed right up his alley, every person who wanted to be someone, wanted to be in California. Not Sam though.
The Emerson’s stopped at the boardwalk, which I had no idea was anything more than an expensive tourist trap. Lucy said she came here all the time when she was younger. I always thought it was just for rides and carnie good, but no, there were legitimate businesses. It looked like a couple of food joints, random stores, and a . . . pharmacy? Weird. Maybe it was cheap to rent here. Maybe tourists just got sick a lot.
People were pouring out of every nook and cranny of these places, it was like an anthill. I hadn’t ever seen this many people since Black Friday, except with less fighting and stealing. The Emerson’s had split up and it looked almost impossible to figure out how they were going to meet up. It was overwhelming, especially with how bright and hot it was. Maybe I needed that pharmacy.
Sam and Nanook split, running around like wild children. Lucy and Michael went looking for jobs. I wasn’t really sure where to be, I also wanted a job, but I didn’t want to compete with Lucy or her son. Maybe if I look the next time we’re here, I’ll find one.
Jesus Christ, it was bright. Somebody’s got to sell some shade, otherwise I was going to get a migraine. I scanned the sweaty maze of people, locating a small shop. The Sa’s Surf Shop sign looked over me. Jesus, there were so many people. I forced myself into the air conditioned shop. The smell of sunscreen, surf wax, and too many people that smelled like salty water and B.O. was so grody. I spotted a pair of round, cat eye sunglasses, with a teal rim. They sat discarded in a big with other various pairs.
I picked up two similar pairs and wandered around the store pretending to be a customer. I put the pair I wanted in my waist band underneath my baggy shirt. I made my way over the bin and placed the other pair back. It was so easy to take from shops like this, there were always way too many people to keep track of thieves.
I walked a couple shops down before placing my shield of glory upon my face. A few more shops down, I noticed a bookstore. I was a little confused at how many shops and what types called the boardwalk “home.” It was much more than I expected.
The sign was so sunbleached it was almost impossible to read Used Books on the front. Straight to the point, I guess. An old ancient being guarded the sacred used book store. He seemed almost upset that someone wanted to actually buy something. The store was a tightly packed maze of books from new to who knows how old. Nothing was organized, excepta few book on display near the back, but none of them related to each other. Maybe the old geezer would hire the help he probably needed.
Once inspecting the display, I noticed that How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children by Lewis Frunkes was next to Dracula by Brahm Stoker. . . . interesting. I pulled Dracula off the shelf, then moved around the shelves to find a similar cover. I eventually found another vampire novel that looked close enough to Dracula. I hid Dracula in between my back and the waistband of my pants, hopefully he hadn’t seen me. I proceeded to place the other book on the display hoping it would trick the old man. I made my way to the front of the store to find the old man staring at me intensely. Had he caught me? Hopefully not. He looked between me and the display, quinting. Could this dinosaur even see?
“Was that on the display?” a grainy voice interrogated me.
“Yes, sir.” I said.
He stared at me harshly before saying something. “Alright then.” He uncrossed his arms and placed him on his hips, revealing his name tag. Milforn.
“Excuse me, I was wondering if you were looking for some help–”
“No.” Milford flatly stated.
“Uh, ok. Have a nice day then.” I backed away slowly.
“I don’t need no help.” Milford’s jowls flapped angrily.
“Have a nice day sir.” I said as I quickly exited the store. What a weirdo.
I wandered around a bit before spotting Lucy, Sam, and Nanook. It seemed like lucy was asking Sam to give some money to two kids eating out of a dumpster. I remembered what that felt like. A couple of people had given me money before, but it always was embarrassing taking it. It felt like they just pitied me and wanted to make themselves feel better. Lucy didn’t mean it that way though, she was a good person. I truly do believe that she is a good person.
“Hey,” she grasped my shoulder gently. “We’re going to head up to my father’s now. Don’t forget you’re invited now.” She chuckled at me.
“Ok, thank you.” I said. I kinda felt bad for accepting. I didn’t want to take advantage of Lucy the same way I did those shop people. Lucy was nice, those shop people sucked and had overpriced junk.
Eventually, Me, Michael, Sam, Lucy, and Nanook clamored our way into the old, but well loved, Toyota. Sam seemed more upset about me going than Michael did. The car ride out of town was a little tense to say the least. It was thick enough to choke me. Lucy didn’t seem bothered, or didn’t let it show. She turned on the radio, made jokes, and eventually it seemed as if we were having a good time. Sam even laughed at something I said.
“Ya know, I haven’t lived with another girl since I lived with my mother!” Lucy laughed. “If you need anything, really anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Thank you. If you need help moving anything, let me know. I don’t mind.” I chirped.
“You could move my stuff into my room.” Sam laughed.
“Light work I guess.” I quipped back. Michael chuckled in response. “So, how old are you guys?”
“18.” Michael said.
“Old enough.” Sam said.
“Sam,” Lucy nudged her son in the ribs. “He’s 13.”
“I’m guessing you're maybe 30?” I joked with Lucy. While Same and Michael didn’t seem to think my joke was funny, Lucy felt more than flattered. After all, it was her approval I was after, not two punk-ass teens.
“So are you in highschool?” Michael asked.
“No, I just graduated.”
“So why are you all the way out here?”
“A fresh start. I just wanted things to be different than how they were.” I didn’t want to tell my whole life story to a guy I just met a couple hours ago.
“Fair enough. Us too.” Michael was quiet and didn’t talk much. “I’m finishing my senior year here.”
“Who said you’re graduating?” Sam joked. Michael wetted the tip of his finger and shoved it into Sam’s left ear canal.
“Mom!Michael just gave me a wet-willy!”
“Michael, please don’t start on the wrong foot. We’re almost here. I don’t want your grandfather to think we fight.” Lucy explained.
“I thought it was funny.” I whispered to Michael. He chucked a bit. Perhaps I could get them to warm up to me.
A/N: I will be continue this series; however, I will activly be rewriting the previous chapters one at a time. I want this story to be gritty, horrific, and sensual. I don't feel like I've captured that.
I also don't feel like it's fair to take down the series until I decide that I'm happy with it. I want you all to enjoy this, even if it's not how I want it be right now. So I'll leave it up and repost with edited changes, I will note that I've changed/edited the story up top before the new chapter begins. I hope you've enjoyed this series and my writing so far.
Your friend,
Moth
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Chapter Seven: Maneater
I wept for over an hour. Not cry, wept. I felt so utterly destroyed. . . crying didn’t feel like anything anymore. My head couldn’t hurt and my nose couldn’t run. I was a shell. I wasn’t me. I was a creature living in the husk of my former self. I was disgusting.
The four devils brought me back to the cave. I suppose I followed them. It was easier after all, what was I supposed to do, leave? I had nowhere to go. I couldn’t go back. I wasn’t the person that the Emerson's knew. I wasn’t even someone–something, that I knew. I killed someone. I murdered them like a savage animal. I didn’t love Adam, but I had considered us to be friends in the short timespan we knew each other. Well, the timespan that he knew me.
I began to think about what his sister, Jennifer would do. What am I going to do?
“Don’t feel bad, this is your life now.” David’s sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
How could I not? “David. . .” I wasn't sure how to respond. I sat down on the half-broken fountain.
“Listen, now you know what you are, now you know what we are. Michael, Star, and Laddie are like us now.” David put his gloved hand upon my thigh.
“You’re not a bad person,” Paul tried to convince me. He sat next to me, taking my hand in his large palms. “I’m not a bad person, I just need to eat, and that just happens to be people.”
“Yeah, it’s just a part of our lives, or afterlives.” Marko piped in from the old victorian couch he rested upon.
The boys stared at me. More tears began to fall from my cheeks. Paul began to attempt to comfort me.
I began to think. Why could I cry? Could the vampires before me cry? I wasn’t sure. Perhaps David would answer me, maybe he wouldn’t. I wasn’t going to ask.
“Why don’t you stay here for the night? The sun is rising and we’ll die if it reaches us.” Paul said. He and the other boys decided to create a small sleeping area for the night. It was a couple mattresses, assorted blankets, and mismatched pillows. Where these men had accumulated this furniture and decor was a mystery to me. I couldn’t imagine that they went furniture shopping.
The old mattress was comfortable. Anything was comfortable after what I had been through.
I don’t believe I dreamt. It was one of the only times I hadn’t seen the twisted faces that I learned to be these creatures next to me. I didn’t like it. It was nothing. I laid my head down and awoke. It was like time didn’t exist. It was frightening. I almost felt sensory deprivation if it had been longer than what felt like a few seconds.
The next morning, night actually, was different. I was a different person–thing. I was at a stand still. I was alone. I began thinking about what happened last night. A part of me didn’t despise what I had done, it yearned for it. Perhaps it was the new virus that plagued me. Was I going to become some bloodthirsty demon raveging and consuming every living creature in sight? The only way to find out was to wait. I felt that I knew the answer already, maybe I just didn’t want to admit it.
“You awake?” Marko moved the makeshift curtains in the “den.”
“I guess so.” I avoided looking at him. I think I was afraid that if I looked at him I would think he’s normal. That I’m normal. That all of this is normal.
Marko moved closer, “You’re gonna want to eat.”
I felt my face make a look of disgust. I think to get rid of this desire to drink blood I’ll have to kill myself. It felt like Marko could sense my thoughts . . . and I his.
“No, no, listen, really. It’s not that bad. Your body will get used to it, ours all did.” He tried to assure me.
“How? How will I ever get used to killing people?” I almost shouted, “I ripped Adam apart with no remorse. How do you get used to that?”
“Your body has changed. It’s the same way that you eat human food without thinking about it. Your body understand that blood has the nutrients needed–”
“No, no it’s not the same!” I cut him off, “the food on a plate doesn’t cry in pain when I bite into it!”
“Listen to me! It’s really no different than eating a burger, the only difference is that you’re killing it yourself instead of letting someone else do it.”
A sinister churn infected my body. It was pulling me towards the sharpened canines in my gums. I suppose it was like a cat's claws, retractable to an extent as I could feel the sharp knives in my mouth.
“Listen to that, that’s what keeps you alive. We don’t just eat people, we’re still partly human.” Marko tried to convince me.
“Get up,” David’s guttural voice demanded we move, “It’s time to eat. You’ll get sick and die.” He pointed to me. He was right.
David was chatting up a young, beautiful, blonde haired girl on the boardwalk. It seemed like flirtation. She enjoyed it. I guess he likes blondes.
“He does.” Paul swung his thick arm around my shoulders.
“Did I say that outloud?” There was no way that I had spoken to any of them.
“No, we have like this super cool psychic mind link” He grinned. It was alarming how casual Paul was.
“Stop it,” Dwayne shoved the Twisted Sister reject, “It’s not exactly like it. We have a. . . feeling. Like an instinct.” He was having a difficult time finding a simple explanation for me.
“So is David going to sleep with that girl?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine he would. David seemed like a prude.
“No, he’s gonna drain her. Don’t worry we’ll teach you.” Paul tried to assure me. This was a game to him, to all of them, and soon me.
“. . . Ok.” I said.
The boys scattered around the maze of carnival rides and weird smells of the boardwalk. Things were different now that I was a vampire. It was corny to say out loud, or to even think it, but it made a difference in my senses. My sense of smell was refined, instead of scents blurring I could pick out each individual source and where it was in relation to me. A woman’s perfume, ten feet away. A popcorn stand right next to her. I could hear the words that David and his meal were exchanging, it was definitely horny. I was a little shocked to see how suave he could be. I could taste the air like a snake dipping its tongue into the surrounding scents. I could taste people most of all. My sight was the most affected by my new body. Colors were duller than before, it was light, someone turned the brightness up to compensate.
“Hey,” Dwayne, who volunteered to babysit me, nudged my shoulder, “You alright?”
“Not really. Why does everything seem like too much, it wasn’t like this before.” I wiped my forehead, devoid of the usuals sweat.
“Well, you’ll learn to ignore things and hone in on what you want. Hey, David’s coming back.” Dwayne said. David was coming back, but with a guy?
“He’s for you.” Paul came from nowhere and whispered in my ear. “We’ll go somewhere more private.” I guessed he wasn’t going to use the “super-cool-psychic-mind-link” on me just yet.
I literally had no idea how they boys did it, but they did. They actually convinced this guy to go to the middle of the woods with some random people he just met. I felt genuinely bad for him. I knew that I was going to need to feed the virus in me. The boy was so stupid, he fell right into our trap. I guess he and I weren't so different. I feel right into the vampires trap as well.
David moved his thumb across his neck in a swift motion. At first, I thought the human boy was moving slowly, but I quickly realized that David was moving so fast that the guy didn’t even have time to see that David was moving. I wondered if I could do that as well.
Hunger festered inside me. I needed to eat. It occurred to me that I didn’t remember specifically how I had devoured Adam, just flesh tearing and the need to devour. Maybe I would just push him? Bite him?
“Look, it’s an owl.” I pointed at nothing in the distance. As soon as he turned away, I pulled him from behind and bit into his shoulder. I had originally aimed at his neck, but I miscalculated and my teeth sunk into his sweet and savory human flesh.
Once the slightest touch of blood caressed my tastebuds, I fell into a spell. I drank as much of him as I could, then my instinct told me to bite. The soft crunch of moist bones and juicy tendons was intoxicating. His body folded in my grasp. I truly understood how the boys had not tricked me, they saved me.
Could God provide me with the pleasurable sensations of the flesh? No, no one but these statuesque creatures could. How could I have ever been angry at them? I was naive and uncultured. It was shameful. They cared about me, loved me, and wanted me. I needed them. I am so grateful they showed me this path of purity.
Since Billy Wirth is Native, I thought researching Native American creatures was the best option. I chose the Sisiutl since it's not depicted as evil and instead a protector. I feel like this is similar to Dwayne's relationship with Laddie. Personally, I believe that Dwayne is the least "evil" of the boys, he's just more into going with the flow when finding a meal instead of toying with them. During the movie, he also neve outright attacks anyone except Sam, at the end of the movie. This can relate back to the Sisiutl being protectors since Dwayne was protecting his family.
The Kwakwaka'wakw tribe depicts the Sisiutl as a tri-headed serpent, with two snake heads on either side of a human one in the middle. Shaman believed its blood would transfer healing magic into a person. Warriors adorned the image for protection, believing that the blood would make them invincible in battle. Sometimes, the faces of the Sisiutl were carved into entrances or canoes to ward off evil spirits. Others believed that mica, the mineral found in soil and beaches, were the scales of the Sisiutl.
David: Gremlin (British/American)
David is a nasty little Gremlin throughout the film. These creatures are described as mischievous and hate the light, which is fitting for David. He is the only reason that the movie happened, without him creating these mischievous problems, Micheal would've never met Star or had to help kill Max. Also, the aversion to light is pretty aligned with Vampires. David is definitely the type to push everything three inches to the left so that someone bumps into everything.
Gremlins were seen in mainstream culture around the beginning of the early 20th century. Originally, they were blamed for the malfunctions in aircraft and later on in other machinery. There was a large prominence of "Gremlins" during WWII in posters regarding safety in the workplace. Captions such as "Gremlins LOVE to pitch things at your eyes," "Gremlins are floor greasers," and "Gremlins will push you around. Look where you're going," warned the workers about the consequences of not cleaning or doing their job properly.
Marko: Byssus Galetus (Italian)
I chose a creature from Italian folklore since I headcanon that Marko is Italian. A creator who I don't remember the name of originally headcanons him and Italian and I agree. The Byssus Galetus is a spiteful creature hailing from the Veronese Valleys in Verona, Italy. The creature has the head and body of a rooster (galetus) with wings full of thorns and a snake's tail (byssus). I chose this for Marko since they're born from spite and live that way. You cannot tell me that Marko would not go out of his way to be full of hatred and spite in his life and afterlife. Also, Marko is seen playing with pigeons in the movie, which in my mind, help connect him to the Byssus Galetus because it's half chicken.
While they're small creatures, the Byssus Galetus is an incredibly poisonous creature. They wander into houses at night and kill people with their toxic breath. The gaze of the creature can dry out and kill plants, along with contaminating water. It's said that the Byssus Galetus is laid by an elderly rooster and hatched by a snake or toad for nine years. If a Byssus Galetus sees it's own image it dies.
Paul: Näcken/Strömkarl (Swedish)
While Brooke McCarter isn't Swedish, I headcanon that Paul is. He's tall, blond, and it literally built like a Viking. The Näcken are male water spirit found by lakes, streams, or other bodies of water. They play enchanting music to lure their victims to the water and drown them. However, some believe that the water spirits are harmless and if approached properly, teach a musician to play perfectly. The Näcken come mostly from Germanic and Scandinavian folklore.
I chose the Näcken for Paul since most media depicts Paul with a rockbox or some other instance of music. If you didn't know, Brooke McCarter is a composer and has multiple songs and is listed as the composer for the documentary America the Violent. I headcanon that Paul is a really good singer and has learned to play instruments throughout the years, which leads to his love of music.
The boys absolutly love Christmas! It's suprisingley their favorite holiday
They do Secret Santa every year
One year, Marko got David pretty much everything he could find with George Michael on it and gave it to him
The boys were singing his songs the entire night
David was not happy about it, his nickname is Uncle Scrooge
While they can't drink eggnog, they do at least try to be festive
They drain a victim and put the blood into a giant punch bowl and even drink out of festive mugs
Paul and Marko typically go out scavenging for old Christmas decorations, lights, I mean you name it
They have an old skeleton from halloween it's real and put him in an old Santa costume
His name is Mr. Kringles
They boy's aren't super creative
Dwayne has an old Elvis holiday album that they get out pretty much every year
David definetly reminisces on the "good old days" of better music when listening to old Christmas songs
I'm not talking about the 40s or 50s
No, David likes Christmas songs from the 1700-1800s
They boys joke that he's as old as Saint Nick himself
Marko's favorite part is decorating
This man cannot contain himself and will splash Christmas cheer every where
Dwayne could kinda care less, but he enjoys celebrating with the boys
The holidays are also a good way to help prevent time from passing too quickly
Paul wears a Santa hat every year
He starts sporting it the day after Thanksgiving and will wear it until midnight on Christmas day he's commited to the bit
They spoil Laddie so much
This kid literally gets at least 15 presents from each of them
Star doesn't really enjoy how excited the boys get, especially with the punch bowl, but she enjoys it for Laddie
They usually end up showing up at Max's house and watching movies on Christmas
At the end of the night, they all pile up in a room and pass out
Max likes it because it's the closest thing he gets to a "family" christmas
Christmas with you bestie
Oh the boys spoil you too
Anything you want to do they will intenseify that 100%
Get ready for the clingiest boys ever
They want you over 25/8 and will not stop cuddling you
If they manage to not burn everything, they'll set up a fire pit in the cave and make you sit on their laps
You always make sure to get the perfect gifts, they always get you twice as many
Usually, Dwayne gets a new book he's been talking about, David gets some kind of knife, Marko loves anything art related or new patches, and Paul loves music so you get him any new record or cassette he's been looking it
They boys understand the idea of gift giving, but they borrow just about anything from each other, so they kinda get you gifts they also like
One year you got a tool set. . . for a motorcycle. . . that you don't own
They boys said it was for when you do get one, but they definetly use it
They do ask first though
They do end up giving you gifts you do like
David got you an expensive necklace one year, it had your birthstone as the centerpeice with matching earrings
Marko loves to get you clotes, pretty much anything that you seems like you would wear, he somehow figures out how to get it even if it was on a diffrent person the other night
Paul likes to get you a lot of knick-knacks and decorations
Eventually you had to tell him to stop since you didn't end up having any space for them. He said you could store them in your area in the cave
Dwayne gets you normal gifts and at least one gag gift
One year, he got you a boyfriend pillow. It was basically a male torso with one arm so you could lay one it. Honestly, it's pretty comfortable. They boys had to throw it out because you were preferring that to them
Yes, they do an ugly Christmas sweater contest every year, even though Paul turns it into an ugly Christmas outfit
Star always makes you something and Laddie usually give you a decorated rock, he tries
You always get laddie the newest toy that comes out
Star loves it when you give her crystals and other shiny things
Even if you haven't turned, they still invite you over to Max's for the yearly Christmas movie marathon
Max likes you since you keep the boys in line when he can't be there
They all just flop down and make you sleep in the middle surrounded by them
It's your favorite time of the year since the boys end up being so sweet
Spoiler! I took a bit of liberty when it came to the boys rampage and turning (Y/N). I wanted to make them savage animals and for (Y/N) to be the same way. I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter Six: Come to Me
I had been gently forced into their disgusting cave they called “their place.” I felt worse. A pit had opened up in my stomach and swallowed me whole. I felt suffocated. The earth smell and musk mixed with gasoline infiltrating my nose was nauseating. I stood in one of the few open spaces. I studied the hideout these boys owned. Did they live here? It seemed like it. There were a few gathering places, two small bedrooms, and various other livable arrangements. How did they get beds and furniture down here? Where they homeless? They couldn't. The bedrooms looked like they belonged to a girl and a little boy. No way they all crammed themselves into them. On the wall was graffiti, posters, and a Jim Morrison shrine. These boys had made an attempt to spruce up the place, but after all, they were boys.
It was almost comfortable.
“What happened to Michael?” I asked.
“I don’t know, what did happen?” David roughly sat down on a raggedy wheelchair.
“I don’t know. I went home by myself.” I said. They were playing games with me.
David casted a sly glance at Dwayne. “So, who's your other boyfriend?” he joked.
“I don’t have one.” I stated.
“Ya know,” Paul nudged me in the ribs, “the other one. He kinda looks like Michael, he was with a girl that looked like him.”
“Adam? He’s not my boyfriend.” I failed to back away from Paul. He scooted closer, entraping me.
“Woah,” Dwayne blocked me from behind. “Listen, we just want to talk.'' He gently brought his large, meaty hands to my shoulders.
I felt trapped. I wasn’t sure what I had gotten myself into. I wondered if maybe hitchhiking that sweltering day was such a good option after all.
“Listen,” Marko came up to right of me. “We just want to show you something. We have something to offer-” he joked. He stared at my lips. My heart fluttered. I winced in disgust.
Dwayne shoved him in response. They exchanged knowing glances at each other.
“Want some booze?” David quipped. He held up the same decorated bottle that Michael must’ve drank from a couple of nights ago. He swung it in a circle. The liquid attached to the bottle’s sides. It seemed. . . thick and questionable at best. I hadn’t seen any “booze” like that before. Poison. I thought.
“I think I’m ok.” I shot him a suspicious glance. He seemed dissatisfied.
“Relax, it’s not poison,” David said as if he read my mind. David took a swig from the bottle, “See?” he taunted the container at me. It felt like he was trying to invade my thoughts.
“I said I think I’ll pass.” Getting roofied with four men that kidnapped me wasn’t a smart idea. Coming here wasn’t a smart idea. Asking for a ride the day I met the Emerson’s wasn’t a smart idea.
“Listen babe, it’s not like that.” Paul tried to convince me. “We just want to have a good time.”
“I don’t.” I demanded they let me go. David just stared at me, like he knew something I didn’t.
“You want to really know what happened to Michael?” He asked seriously. The bottle was placed on a table next to him. The sound of his footsteps crunching on the dirt covered cave floor was deafening. I couldn’t even hear the boys breathing, only mine. “We’ll show you.” David outstretched his gloved hand.
I felt like a deer in headlights. I couldn’t move, fear had swallowed me alive. I felt something wet fall down the side of my cheek. Oh my God, I’m crying. I couldn’t believe that I was crying like a little girl in front of these men. They slowly backed away from me, I couldn’t tell if it was because they felt bad for me or they were disgusted.
David’s face didn’t change. He just stared at me with a blank expression. “Seriously, do you want to know what happened to Michael?”
“Yes.”
-break-
The group brought me to the middle of the woods, near a cliff side. A few people stood out next to a car near us. I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Something was wrong. I think.
“If you drink from this,” David handed me the bottle, “I will show you what happened to Michael that night.”
I held it in my hands. It was heavy. My heart pounded in my chest. I brought the bottle to my lips. Was I really doing this? I thought. I guessed so. I closed my eyes and took a generous swig of the thick, murky, liquid. It burned, I gagged and coughed. I handed the bottle back to them. I felt drunk. Only from one swig? Well, I felt more hazy and delirious than anything. The boys began to quietly congratulate me. Paul even hugged me.
“Now, follow us. We’ll show you what’s happened to Michael.” David started walking over to the people.
“And you too.” Paul laughed. Marko jabbed him in the ribs.
The boys told me to hide in the bushes. I was afraid. Afraid of what might be going on. Did they know these people? What brought me out of my thoughts was horrifying. Someone was screaming. No, two people. Three? I couldn’t tell. One scream was already too many. I mustered up the courage, or curiosity, to look up at the scene that lay before me.
People were screaming for their life, begging to live. Chunks of flesh and limbs where slung off of them. It was like watching a dog play with its toy. I looked at the boys, their faces where contorted and mostorus. Like the devil. The crunch of bones drowned out their screams. . . well, what was left of their mangled vocal chords. I was so horrified I couldn’t do anything.
Something in me felt different. My heart. It hurt. It hurt. I felt like I was dying. I crumpled over in pain. Sweat dripped over me, I felt everything too much. It was like going through puberty too fast. My bones felt like they were snapping and contorting, then gluing themselves in a new order. Muscled ripped, teeth gnawed at me, too much of me was changing. I screamed horsley. The boys noticed.
They didn’t help, instead bringing something over to me. Someone was crying. Did I know them? It took me over, whatever it was. A sense to kill, to devour. . . to rip apart and consume every living thing and absorb its essence.
A ritual begun. The boys chanted my name. Marko held me up, I was too weak to stand on my own. Dwayne took some blood from the person and smeared it on my lips. My body convulsed. It possessed every inch of me, even my soul. I pounced upon my prey. I ripped at his flesh, ligaments, muscle, . . . bones. . . anything I could destroy and devour with my claws.
After my delirious rampage I came too. What had I done? What had I become? The boys began to shout at my success, except one. David was watching a little ways behind them, shrouded by the dark. The only part of him illuminated by the car lights was his fanged teeth and eyes. David was terrifying. All the boys were. Was I like this now?
I noticed a wallet discarded a few feet away. I walked towards it. The boys stopped cheering, silently following me. I picked up the faded leather that someone cherished. I opened it, determined to see who I mauled like some savage animal. To see how much of a monster I had become.
Max is not only evil he is dumb because if he had said to Lucy “I’m a parent myself I have four adopted sons. They can be a bit of a handful sometimes but family is very important to me” she wouldn’t have been able to keep her hands off him
(Until she realised that he was serious about his neglectful parenting methods and leaving them “to grow like weeds”. Then she’d have been mad.
“What do you mean they’re all squatting in a cave while you live in this beautiful house?”
“But they chose to live—”
“I don’t care, that cannot be sanitary. And it must get awfully cold during the winter…are they getting enough to eat?”
“Oh…they’re getting enough to eat.”
“Well it’s very irresponsible of you! Why did you adopt them if you were going to neglect them?”
And then Lucy decides all these boys are her sons now, to hell with Max.)
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