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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒆

The Lost Boys 1987 AU set in modern time. None of the boys died, and all the Emersons/Star/Laddie/Frog brothers are vampires. This is explained later…

Tags: Mild blood, swearing, general violence, mentions of harassment Warnings: mild fatphobia- paul is just giving dwayne shit to mess with him Summary: Y/N prepares for their hunt while David and the boys mess with each other Word Count: 6k Previous chapter here: Next chapter here:

“No one should suffer what I suffered. I still dread those scenes when man killed man. I lost my parents, most of my family, by running away.” — Milkha Singh

Chapter Eight

You stared down at the phone. The blue light illuminating your face in the dark room.

Paul was backed up behind the couch in a low crouching stance, holding up his boot, ready to toss it. The poor thing was dripping wet and half naked. You could take a wild guess and say by the way Marko and Dwayne were trying to corral him with towels that it was his bath night.

Their antics made you smile, and you continued to stare down at the photo a little longer. The warmth and happiness the image brought you slowly faded as you realized you were not with the boys, but all on your own in that house.

Looking around the empty room, you noticed how quiet it was. Your belongings laid in their rightful place; untouched since the last time David had moved them. The rental was full of your belongings, for all intents and purposes it was your ‘home’. But it didn’t feel like home right now.

Right now, it felt like a tomb of your mementos. Your mind wandered to the boxes the boys had hidden in their nooks. The things they kept from when they were humans… how you had been doing the same for years.

You sighed. As loud and annoying as they were, you missed the company of the boys.

You threw yourself against the bed in a huff, there was an ache in the pit of your stomach that you had forgotten.

Loneliness.

For years, you had yourself for company and you were fine with that. But in a few weeks these boys managed to turn your world upside down.

You sat up. Trying to shake off the itch of not wanting to be by yourself.

Gotta get out of my own head. You left your phone on the bed and walked out of your room to the washer on the other side of the house.

First things first, gotta get the scent off.

The clothes bunched up at your feet as you pushed them down. You slid your legs out from the loops of your bottoms and bent to pop them in the washer to get clean. You started the load and ran your naked butt back to your room to wash off as much vampire scent from your body as you could.

The lights were off, and the blinds were shut, so you didn’t worry about anyone seeing you skittering about in the dark.

As you stepped into the shower, the chill of the plastic tub beneath you made you shiver. You grasped the old knob of the shower and turned on the warm water.

The calmness of the water started to overtake you. The droplets ran down your back and legs, soaking your hair and making it stick to your neck. You placed your hands on the wall under the showerhead and let the water fall on your face. You focused on the sound of the running water, and the feeling of the droplets trail down your skin; anything you could do to try and not think of the boys.

You grunted; turning the water to as cold as you could get it.

Those idiots, you tried puting your mind at ease, but it kept wandering to what they were doing. They’re probably biting each other or something. You hung your head and let the wet hair fall down, around your face.

Little did you know, that three of the vampires in the picture were nipping and grooming each other. David on the other hand… he sat at the bottom of Monterey Bay, pissy as ever.

You started scrubbing your body with the pink mesh cloth you kept by the shampoo. It burned to scrape your flesh so hard, the sting was only eased by the sheer cold of the water. The skin on your arms and legs was bright red by the time you were done with your wash. Grabbing the towel from the rack nearest you, you wrapped it around your body and wrapped another one around your hair.

You walked back into the bedroom and stared at the phone on your bed.

No New Messages.

The sight saddened you.

That David had not responded.

He was probably busy wrangling his brothers, not that you knew what they were up to in the cave.

The bed creaked softly as you sat back down on it. You listened to the soft hum of the washing machine as it ran. The machine sat on the other side of the wall from your bathroom, and you stared at the space it would have been. You shifted your weight on the mattress and stayed staring at the wall, your mind an absent mess. Everything was so loud that it was almost easy to tune out the images before you.

The vampires you’d grown accustomed to. Their goofy smiles, the smell of their leather and the motor oil. How they teased each other, and you.

The thoughts raced around in your skull, like they were seeing which could get your attention first. The more you tried to ignore them, the louder they grew.

You sighed. The soft hum continued, while you gently thumbed at the phone in your hands. The pad of your digit gliding over the shiny black screen as you turned your attention from the bathroom wall to the rest of the house.

In your mind you pictured David. How he must’ve looked scampering through your belongings. His black coat flapping as he ran from one side of the house to the other.

You chuckled.

“Idiot,” you smirked.

The image of him in your mind was so clear that it almost felt like he was in the room with you.

Staring at the spot on the floor where he sat with you, you recalled breaking down in front of him. It felt sickly to recall that. How easily you cried in front of him. It made your stomach queasy thinking about it. You hated that he got to you so fast. So easily and so simply; you didn’t even know when he did it, but he made you trust him. And you hated how you fell into his arms. Grasping at him for safety as you wept… and how much you trusted him. The life you have lived, or unlived… the semantics were meaningless at this point. What did have meaning was being with them. Could you really allow yourself to fall further into your own emotions with these boys. These… vampires. Did it even matter anymore? What’s one more mistake on top of a life of regret. On top a life of loneliness and misery, can you look past the pain and hurt to make a new life? Did you even want to try…

You inhaled a long, calming breath- but as the air settled into your lungs you realized there was something off about the scent.

David.

“Oh, no.” You stood up and stared at the bed and bedding in horror.

You forgot he was intent on scenting not just you, but the house too. You gathered up the sheets in your arms and walked them over to the washer. Tired eyes looked around the space. Trying to see if there was anything else that had David’s scent on it.

You sniffed the air, “oh…fuck me.” That’s right, he touched everything.

“Craaaaap.”

You growled at the thought of having to sterilize everything you own.

Stomping back to your bedroom, you opened the closet and picked clothes that smelled the least like ‘privacy invader vampire boyfriend’. You walked through the house opening the windows and the doors. “Gotta vent this stupid house out now,” you mumbled to yourself. It was going to beeasier than trying to wash everything, and you weren’t too keen on having to wipe every single item down.

The screen doors were left locked, while every other door and window was open. You sat in the stripped bed and opened up your laptop. You were already annoyed with David, but there was nothing more you could do to make the house vent faster, so you decided to keep busy.

Gotta get ready for this hunt.

You researched the councilman and prepped for tracking this fucker down.

David let you know a bit about the ‘prey’ that the client hadn’t told you, and it would make finding him a lot easier. You were grateful to David for that.

The clacking of the keys was interrupted by twitching ears that picked up the sound of someone on your porch.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

Nooooo not now.

You knew exactly who it was, and still you wished you could will him away. You were in no mood to deal with ‘nosey neighbor number one’.

Maybe if I ignore him, he’ll leave.

“Heeey, Y/N.” Nick’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. You didn’t like dealing with him on normal circumstances, but the vampire blood in your vial calling for your new mate, and your mate only, made you more irritated with Nick than normal.

You sat on your bed, knowing that the door to your room was not a straight shot to the front door. You knew he couldn’t see you, but you also knew he wouldn’t leave until he got to speak with you.

“Hellooooo?” He knocked again, louder this time…

“Just a second, Nick,” you tried to keep the annoyance in your voice at bay.

You placed the laptop on the bed next to you and straightened your clothes and tried to mentally prepare for this confrontation.

“Hey Y/N, what happened? D’You burn something?” Nick tried to joke. You stared at him, not smiling. Blinking plainly. He shifted his stance from one leg to the other, gesturing at the open windows. His half-hearted smile trying to break the tension.

“Oh, no I’m just,” thinking for a second, you realized you shouldn’t tell him you were trying to get David’s scent out of the house. “I’m just letting in some fresh air, it’s such a nice night anyways,” you rubbed the back of your neck. Anxious to get rid of him.

“Ah, I see.” Nick’s eyes trailed down your body. You were used to it. He hardly tried to hide his interest in you. The blood in your vial was putting you on edge. Some primal form of rage began clawing at the back of your throat. Not my mate, you felt the thought seep into your mind, and you pushed it down as far as you could. Your face twinged as you tried to refocus, and your heart started pounding with anger.

“Did you need something Nick?” Your voice interrupted his gazing.

Bump-bump

“Oh, right. Yeah, I saw that the guy with the bike dropped you off,”

“David,” you sternly corrected him. Your eyes instinctively narrowing at his disregard.

“Sure. He didn’t look too happy when he left, is everything okay between you two?” This nosey neighbor was getting on your last nerve. The smile he was hiding under his impatience was pushing you further to the edge.

You could feel how hard the throbbing was under your skin. Bump-Bump

Your teeth gritted a bit, “well, not that it’s any of your business. But we’re…taking a break right now.”

BUMP-BUMP

He lit up. “Oh, well I’m sorry to hear that.” He fiddled with his fingers, then he put one hand on the frame of the door- near the spot where David had splintered it. “In that case, would you be interested in goi-“

“Let me stop you there Nick.” You could feel your blood boiling. Your fingertips bit into your palm, and you could feel the bile in your throat as you spoke. “You Are Going To Go Back To Your House. AND STAY THERE.”

Nick’s eyes glossed over.

His jaw became slack, and he swayed ever so slightly.

“Don’t Come Back. In fact, don’t talk to me again. EVER.” You opened your palm and started counting off a list of things he was to do. “Don’t talk to me, don’t get my mail, don’t even look at me. In fact, if I’m outside, You’re Going To Go Inside And Not Bother Me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” Your voice came from the depths of your stomach, and the carry it had was frightening.

Nick nodded lazily and retracted his hand from the screen door.

He slowly turned around to leave, his feet dragging as he walked. You watched his slumped over form walk down the sidewalk and up to his porch. You saw as he fumbled for his key in his pocket and you turned to walk inside, not wanting to watch his glazed over attempt to get inside his house.

“Fucking guy,” you grumbled under your breath. You walked back to the bedroom and picked up your laptop, setting it gently on your lap, and opening it up to work on the werewolf profile.

Social media was probably your biggest ally for finding out about people. Who they were, how long they’d been in a certain place. Your targets ended up doing the bulk of your work for you. Thinking of this brought a soft, morbid smile to your face.

From what you gathered; the wolf has been on city council for only a few years. But before that he ran a county wide kids’ charity. There were plenty of pictures on the internet of him at foster homes and orphanages.

David’s words gnawed at the back of your skull. The thought of this large creature embedding himself in these kinds of places made you shudder. “What a creep,” you set the laptop down and walked over to the dresser where you had a notepad and a pen.

It was easy enough to find out about him through his social media pages; and that also gave you his favorite hangout spots. Along with where he would be tomorrow to open up a new park in the next town over. You’d be able to tail him so long as you kept your distance and stayed downwind. Didn’t want him smelling the boys on you till the scent had fully cleared up. But you’d at least see what kind of bodyguards he kept nearby- you only knew what to look out for thanks to the boys.

The pen scratched on the paper as you wrote down the time and address. You grabbed your phone to snap a picture, better to have two copies of everything, you thought. “Better safe than sorry,” you chuckled to yourself. You opened your gallery and made sure the image was clear, but when you tried to zoom in on the details the image swiped. It was the picture of you and David.

You felt your heart drop. It was like a hand had wrapped itself around the beating organ and squeezed with all its might. You gulped. Those beautiful blue eyes, and his soft and scratchy beard. This was going to be a tough few days. You still couldn’t believe they had gotten to you that soon. That David had gotten to you that soon. It seemed that the walls you had spent so long building up were easily coming down.

The sound of beeping caught your attention. “Guess laundry’s done,” talking to yourself was a bad habit you picked up a long while back. It was a way to keep from going insane from the solitude.

You shook your head, trying not to chastise yourself for speaking to yourself. It was fine enough to do it, this kind of ‘self-soothing technique’; especially now that you were by yourself again.

“It’s not a forever thing,” you reminded yourself as you got up from the desk and walked to the small laundry room. Your mind wandered again to what the boys were doing as you pulled the wet clothes from the washer. “Maybe they’re still trying to corral Paul,” you chuckled, pulling the lid of the dryer open and tossing the clothes inside with a slosh.

There was a calmness to the sea that night. A sense of serenity that let David’s mind truly find peace.

It was rare that he found a moment to himself. Always looking after his brothers, or helping the Emerson’s find their ‘sea legs’. He was always needed somewhere.

Somewhere, some place, on most nights he was needed to take care of mundane and idiodic problems that for some reason only he could solve.

Poor David could never relax. Never have a simple second to himself to breathe. He always needed to worry about others. If he wasn’t already dead, it would be killing him.

With his arms clutched around his knees, he turned his head upwards and watched the last of the air bubbles in his lungs gently float up towards the sky.

Three of the lost boys were left in the cave to entertain themselves while their new hyperfixation, Y/N, and their eldest brother, David, were out and about for the time being. Dwayne, and Marko had managed to re-wrangle Paul after he narrowly escaped them in the first place and were now sat in a circle brushing each other’s hair.

“You need to be gentle with me, Markoooo.” Paul griped. He was sat between Markos legs on the floor and half turned his head to tease him.

“Alright, alright, I said I was sorry for pulling on your knots, I didn’t mean to do it.” Marko rolled his eyes. He had accidently pulled Paul’s hair when he was brushing it earlier, and Paul, ever lovable Paul, screeched and flew out of his grasp. Marko and Dwayne rushed to grab him and finish brushing out his wild hair before it dried in matts.

“I’m delicate,” Paul snapped his head side to side with an attitude.

“I know,” Marko smiled. He knew Paul was only being silly, but he still felt bad about pulling his hair. He gently worked his fingers through the knots and brushed them out. Marko leaned forward a little and kissed the back of Paul’s neck. “How’s this; better?”

“Mhm,” Paul nodded happily and hummed to himself.

Marko’s worried face gently eased, and his furrowed brows came down with a sigh. The brush made a soft hissing noise as the plastic bristles pulled through the long blond hair.

“Hey, don’t move away from me,” Dwayne teasingly pulled Marko’s hair from his scalp, and the blond leaned back into position.

“Sorry Dwayne,” the curly haired vampire bashfully replied. He would never admit it, but he liked when the brunet pulled his hair like that.

Dwayne was the only one Marko let brush his hair. Not just because he liked when Dwayne was a little rough with him, but because he was the only other brother who cared about the look and health of his hair.

Marko wiggled between Dwayne’s legs and recalled a conversation he had with his brothers a while back when he was having a particularly bad hair day.

His curls refused to work with him, and he couldn’t get a comb through the back of his hair to save his life. Marko was going to ask Paul for help combing out his hair but soon realized the vampire who was single-handedly responsible for the hole in the ozone was not the one to ask. Anybody who says, “the wind will style it for me,” was not the person he wanted help from. He walked around the main cavern and happened upon David and Michael. Michael was sat on the edge of David’s cot, and David sat between his legs away from him. He was letting Michael trim the ends of his mullet because the brunet said he was starting to look like, ‘Joe Dirt’. David begrudgingly agreed as long as Michael cut it to his preferred length so he would stop nagging him about it. Marko sheepishly asked and Michael agreed to brush his hair after he was done with David’s. The cocky platinum blond on the floor jokingly asked his brother why he, “didn’t just use a 2-in-1 shampoo,” like he and Michael did because their hair never gave them troubles. Comb clutched in his hand Marko turned on his heels and went to wait for Dwayne to come back from playing with Laddie. I’d wait a year if it meant Dwayne brushed my hair and not those… barbarians. Marko grimaced to himself as he waited in Dwayne’s room.

“Stop squirming so much,” Dwayne chided.

“Sorry, it just tickles,” Marko gave a surly look back to Dwayne.

The brunet scoffed and grabbed the sides of his brother’s head. He firmly turned it so he would be looking forward.

“Ow,” Dwayne said loudly.

“Sorry,” Paul bit his lip in concentration. His nose was scrunched up in focus as he tried brushing Dwayne’s hair out. “Just focus Paulie,” he mumbled to himself. Desperately trying to concentrate on the task at hand, and not on how badly he wanted to get back to playing games on his phone.

Dwayne grumbled under his breath. He hated when Paul brushed his hair. He was always too focused on something else to be gentle. Too bad David isn’t here, Dwayne thought to himself. When the boys groomed each other, it was usually Dwayne brushing Marko’s hair, Marko brushing Paul’s hair, Paul brushing David’s hair, and David brushing Dwayne’s hair.

David did not care about how much effort Paul put in to brushing his hair, mostly because of how short it usually was. The other reason grooming was not a particularly important bonding exercise for David, was because he always said, “the real bonding takes place without clothes,” and he would laugh. Any one of the boys could brush his hair if they asked, or he would do it; it made no difference to him. Dwayne almost envied him for that fact, but he loved his hair for all the trouble it was.

There was a grating sound of the bristles getting caught on a tangle. A loud hiss that brought him back to reality as his hair dramatically yanked downwards.

“Ooouuch,” Dwayne gritted his teeth. He’d stopped brushing Marko’s hair and turned around to reprimand Paul. “Do that again and I’m going to bite the crap out of you.” He gave a stern look to Paul, who either, didn’t care, or wasn’t taking him seriously.

“Okay, okay, geez”. Paul huffed.

Too bad I’m such a nice guy, Dwayne rolled his eyes as he turned back around. If I wasn’t so nice I’d yank his hair outta his head…. Not that he’d care what he looked like.

“As a matter of fact,” Paul snorted, “I DO care what I look like.” His head bounced as he accentuated his words. “I’m just not prissy about it, like you.”

“иди на хуй.” (“Fuck yourself.”)

Paul leaned forward to stick his tongue out at Dwayne, and with the brush in his hand, he yanked down on the knot again.

Before Marko could tell Paul that was a bad idea, Dwayne had released the curly headed blond and begun his assault on the wild haired one. The two were on the floor wrestling in a cacophony of grunting and swear words. They struggled for control; fists flying and grappling to gain the upper hand.

“Я собираюсь надрать тебе задницу” (“I’m going to kick your ass!”)

“Ich würde gerne sehen, wie du es versuchst. Dicker Junge!” (“I’d love to see you try it. Fat boy!”)

“Не называй меня толстой!” (“Don’t call me fat!”) Dwayne jabbed at Paul’s ribcage.

“Dann hör auf, fett zu sein,” (“Then stop being fat,”) Paul was pulling Dwayne’s hair.

“Guys, knock it off,” Marko sat back on the floor watching them, his tired voice already knowing they wouldn’t listen to him.

Paul was on top of Dwayne, trying to keep him pinned on the ground. Dwayne’s long legs flailed under him as he tried to regain leverage.

“вы дерьмо.” (“You’re shit.”)

“Du bist der größere Scheiß.” (“You’re the bigger shit.”)

Paul leaned down to yell in Dwayne’s face.

“Yeah, that’s right Paul,” Dwayne chuckled darkly; he threw his head forward and a loud CLACK echoed through the cave as their skulls collided. “I AM bigger,”

“Scheißkerl!” (“Mother fucker!”)

Paul instinctively reached for his face. The dark, dead blood slowly trickling down his broken nose.

Dwayne wasted no time taking advantage of the situation. He wrapped his arms around Paul’s torso and pushed him over to the side. In a second he was sat atop Paul’s midsection.

“You broke my fucking nose!” Paul was shrieking.

“Serves you right, you brat!” Dwayne had his arms folded in distain. “You pulled my hair!” He huffed while his fingers rubbed at the sore section on his scalp.

“I pull your hair, so you break my nose?” Paul rolled around on the ground the best he could. Dwayne’s weight held him in place, but the blond still flopped from side to side.

“I told you I would hurt you.” Dwayne spoke smugly.

“You said you would bite him, not break his nose,” Marko spoke ‘matter of factly’. He was still sitting on the sidelines watching them; but now he had pulled the length of his hair towards the front and was nonchalantly combing it out as he watched his brothers fight.

“Get your fat ass off of me!” Paul was still shrieking.

Dwayne leaned down, arms still folded, “no.” The taunting, smug, shit eating grin sat prominently on his face.

A high pitched screeching still rang from Paul while he flailed underneath Dwayne. “Get ooooofffff.”

“Paul, you’re being dramatic.” Marko rolled his eyes.

“It doesn’t even hurt that bad.” Dwayne leaned down to scoff in Paul’s face but was met with a loud SMACK. With his face still covered, Paul threw out a right hook and connected.

“блядь!” (“Fuck!”) Dwayne was clutching his face now. Both vampires held their hands cupped over their broken noses; blood streaming down from one onto the other.

“Man, David is not going to be happy with you two,” Marko chuckled. He was laid back up against the couch still combing his hair; snickering to himself thinking about what David’s reaction to his brothers would be when he returned. Marko was picking at the space in between the cushions and found half a joint. He was picking off the lint and hair and started poking at the other cushions trying to find a lighter. He looked at Dwayne and Paul, both covered in blood now. “Oh, hey Paul?” Marko called out, thinking of something.

“What?” Paul yelped out.

Marko now wore the same shit eating grin Dwayne had a second ago, tittering to himself while he lit the joint, “you’re gonna need another bath.”

Something’s happening. David thought to himself.

There was an itch at the back of his skull that was starting to grow.

He knew it wasn’t an emergency by the particular sensation; but the other lost boys were definitely causing problems back at the cave.

A gentle growl began to emanate from David’s chest. He was irritated. No way I’m going back this soon. He scrunched his nose; thinking about what they could be up to.

They’ll be fine alone for a few hours.

David imagined them causing trouble on the boardwalk, or fighting each other, or. . . they’d better not be touching my stuff. His growling grew louder.

A nearby school of fish, startled by the sudden possibility of a predator, swam anxiously away.

The thoughts of his brothers rifling through his personal belongings bothered him to no end. They had been known to “accidently” break items that cannot be replaced. His brothers have also moved things without telling him. But most of all, he hated when they started using his things without asking.

He grumbled quietly to himself. The odd image of this sulking vampire at the bottom of the ocean confused even the sea life around him.

A curious turtle swam up to David. Its meek little face and beak turning from side to side as it looked at him. Sensing the creature, David looked up at it. A mumbled, “what are you looking at,” left his throat as he angrily tried to shoo it away. The turtle paid no mind to his behavior, and swam even closer, now near his face. David tried to release more air from his lungs to scare the turtle away with a cloud of bubbles, but to his ever more annoyance, he’d relinquished all the oxygen in his body in replacement of salt water.

The vampire reached for some sand by his legs where he was seated and tossed it at the animal.

The turtle blinked, shook its head once, and swam away.

By the simple reaction, he almost felt bad for chasing it away. But when he wanted solitude, he wanted it from everyone and everything.

Alone again, David felt the irritation coursing through his veins. He felt that itch in the back of his head nagging him again as well. They’re up to something. He crinkled his nose.

David reached for his chest, trying to find solace in the pack of cigarettes he’d left in his jacket pocket. When the realization that he was under water hit him, he growled again.

That’s the pain in the ass about coming out here. He reminded himself.

Can’t fucking smoke under water. He inhaled some water and exhaled a long sigh.

Well, he began to stand, my cigarettes are at home…

While he wasn’t entirely recharged from his ‘late night stroll’, David had no desire to be away from his oral fixation and started to trudge home underwater.

He had been gone only a couple of hours, if that. But when David stood at the entrance to the cave, dripping wet and craving nicotine, the loud screaming and pummeling sounds would suggest that the cave had fallen into utter chaos.

“I told you I would hurt you.”

“You said you would bite him, not break his nose”

“Get your fat ass off of me!”

David started the walk down into the cave. He didn’t know whether to laugh at them or yell at them by the way they looked. He could entirely believe that this was the situation his instincts were warning him of, but even after a hundred years together their antics still surprised him.

Completely wrapped up in their own scenario, none of the boys heard David sloshing into the cavern.

“You’re gonna need another bath.”

“He’s right Paul,” David called out to them.

In an instant, all three were looking at him. Two black and blue, covered in dead blood, and the other getting stoned and brushing his hair. David chuckled at the sight of them. He walked over to where Dwayne and Paul were and stood looking down at them. “You’re gonna need a bath, Paul.”

Paul rolled his eyes, “what about him?” He pointed at Dwayne who still sat atop him. One hand accusing his brother, the other revealing the swollen, broken skin. “He broke my nose! What’s his punishment?”

David leaned down to Paul’s face, he whispered in a sing songy voice, “getting a bath is not a punishment Paulie.” David reached his hands out to either side of his brother’s face. His thumbs pressed against the crooked cartilage and in a swift crack Paul’s nose was set.

Paul flinched. His hand came up to feel the bridge of his nose. He blinked hard at the tender feeling, “t-thank’s David.”

David winked at Paul and turned his attention to Dwayne.

“Now,” he was gesturing with his fingers, “get off em.”

Dwayne had not taken his attention off of Paul since David set his nose. “Not until he apologizes,” a low snarl came from his throat.

“Apologizes for what?” David looked down at the pair.

“Rat bastard called me ‘fat’.” Dwayne hissed.

“You’re fucking heavy man,” Paul pushed at Dwayne’s hips, trying to shove him off to no avail.

“Dwaayne,” David called to him with mischief in his voice.

Dwayne looked up at David. The ungloved hands came to rest upon either side of Dwayne’s face; his thumbs gently pushing on the bent parts of his nose. Dwayne’s large brown eyes, puffy from the bruises, stared up at the icy blue ones in defiance. David chuckled, “you’re fuckin’ heavy, y’a know that?” SNAP. The cartilage came to rest in its rightful position.

Dwayne winced under David’s hands. The blue eyed vampire stared down at his brothers.

“See? All better now.” David smiled wolfishly at them.

“Now,” his hand grabbed Dwayne by the shoulder, “get the fuck off em’,” he threw him to the ground with a snarl.

The brunet slid across the ground with a grunt. Paul sheepishly sat up on his elbows as he looked over at his brothers.

David ignored them and continued over to his room. “you both need a bath. des putains d'imbéciles.” (“bloody fucking idiots.”)

“Your phones been buzzing all night man,” Marko called to him. The boys were used to David’s mood swings, and he helped Dwayne off his back.

The vampire leader huffed and picked the phone off the cot. He half hoped it was a text from you, desperately regretting your choice and asking to come back… but it wasn’t.

Just my fucking luck.

Missed call’s from Lucy and Max.

Holding his phone in his hand he turned to yell at the others, “why did no one answer?”

“Is that a trick question?”

“Yeah, you hate when we touch your stuff.”

“Plus, we were busy man.”

David scoffed, “yeah, real fuckin’ busy,” he clicked redial to Max’s missed call. He could hear his brothers in the other part of the cave talking about something entirely different from the fight before. They have the memory of goldfish, he thought to himself.

The dial tone hit David’s ear like a ton of bricks. He hated getting calls from the ‘adults’. They call a hundred times but the second you call them back they’ve gone on a vow of silence.

His finger scrolled through all the messages he’d received from Max and Lucy in the past hour. Something about the hounds knocking over their blood reserves and they needed the boys to restock for them ‘ASAP’.

David groaned. “I fucking HAATE running errands.” His voice bellowed through the cave and shook the stalactites. His brothers took no notice of this and continued their conversation. He typed some half-assed response about needing to wait for the next new moon and threw the phone on the cot.

Still dripping with sea water, David grabbed his keys and walked out into the cavern.

Paul, reacting like a dog hearing his owner grab the leash, perked up and asked if they were going for a ride.

“No Paul, I am going for a ride.”

Dwayne and Marko giggled at Paul’s dejected look and continued passing the near dead roach around.

David made it to the steps of the cave before turning back to the others. “Alright,” he started. No matter what was happening in the cave he never liked riding without the other vampires. “Come on, go get your shit,” he smiled at them. The rest of the boys lit up, eagerly running to get their riding gear and hit the road.

It didn’t matter if they washed now or later, they were going to be covered in bugs and blood by the end of the night anyways.

They would ride all night til they could smell the warmth of the sun rising over the hills and return home when the light touched the water.