Hold on Cause it Feels Like I'm Barely Alive
Fandom: The Lost Boys
Pairing: David Williams (The Lost Boys) x m!reader
Word Count: 2,454
Warnings: Angst, injury, blood loss, mentions/implications of dying, homophobic language
Author's Note: Most of my stuff up t this point has definitely been female reader or original female characters. Hopefully, this fits where it should and helps out the male reader crowd. Let me know if there is anything that should be changed for next time. There will be another part to this. Not as much David as there should be but, after rewriting the beginning six times, this is where it flowed. As always not beta read. Likes are appreciated, but reblogs and comments are what keeps the muse alive.
Friday night. A night meant for mayhem and fun. However, all of that was absent that night. The house was unusual quiet. No music playing. No shouts and hollers. No boys running around and causing chaos. It was odd and probably one of only a handful of nights that was like that since you had moved to Santa Clara about seven years ago. You had spent about six months in Santa Clara before meeting the guys and from there? Well, things had moved with a rapid ease. The group of rowdy and chaos causing vampires were important to you almost instantly. Tonight was different. Tonight, you were by yourself and feeling the sense of isolation that came with the empty house. A feeling that you were doing your best to ignore by ordering in Chinese food and breaking into the fresh bottle of liquor that had been calling out your name since the fight. The reason that the boys weren't here tonight.
You didn't want to give thought about what they were doing since they weren't here. Nor did you really want to think about the fight that had caused the issue. It felt a little ridiculous now but you had to stand your ground. Revoking the right that David had to enter your house had meant that none of the boys were showing up. Hive mind shit that was not necessary but it was not a hill that you wanted to die on so you didn't put up a stink about it. If they wanted to stick together, then so be it.
Lounging on the couch, you took a sip right from the bottle of whiskey. Some action movie was playing across the TV but you were only half paying attention. Why the hell were you depressed about this? It was stupid. You didn't need the guys to have good night. You didn't need the guys to feel like you belonged. You didn't need the guys to not be alone. Stretching out, you crossed your ankles and got more comfortable. A little more liquor and the food filled your belly.
In the pleasant haze of a nice buzz, there came a knock on the door. Who the hell would be knocking at, you checked the clock. Nearly ten on a Friday night? With a groan, you heaved yourself from the couch. Paul stood at the door with a grin. Something that threw you off entirely. You watched him shamelessly give you a once over, grinning wider.
"So this is what you get up to on Friday if we aren't around." It was a tease but you weren't exactly in the mood for it. The others hadn't had their right to enter your house revoked yet, so you weren't sure what this game was. You leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest and head cocked slightly. If he didn't want to just come in, you weren't about to let him waltz in.
"What do you want Paul? And make it quick before I decide that you may no longer be welcome in the house either."
"Awww, you wouldn't do that to me, dude." Like a child, he whined and pouted. The only thing missing was the stomp of his foot to complete the act.
"Try me," you responded.
"All right. All right, easy. No need to get harsh," he offered, holding up his hands in surrender. His shoulders dropped a bit and now you would consider what he was doing sulking, even as he tried to smile. "It's Friday night and well," he motioned wildly with his hands for just a second. "We aren't here so we were going down to the boardwalk. Get on your bike and come on." He was inviting you out. With the entire group of guys. There wasn't any chance that Paul, Marko, and Dwayne would be out and about without David. The whole point in them not coming tonight was because of the argument that you had with David. You stared at Paul, who was just smiling back without a care in the world.
"You do realize that you guys aren't here tonight because David and I had an argument…." You almost spoke slowly, trailing off as if speaking to someone who wouldn't understand the words you were saying. You weren't sure if Paul would.
"Yeah. But, that was last week so come on." He didn't wait for an answer and squeezed by you, slipping into the house with ease before traipsing off to your bedroom to get you clothes. As if he owned the place. Likely here under orders from David. You wanted to argue, wanted to stand your ground, but the alcohol had taken some of the anger out of you and really, being cooped up here alone was not at all appealing or desired.
Should you be driving your bike? Probably not. But, what was really stopping you? And what could really happen? If the boys were there, then you would be okay. Safe. Which was ironic given that they were vampires and you were a human. The source of said fight. Paul, Paul, and Dwayne had been ready to turn you but David had seemed hesitant. Without any justifiable reason. At least to you and the boys from your understanding. Dwayne had theorized that it had something to do with the head vampire. Who that was hadn't been revealed to you, though the fact that you knew that it was someone else was telling.
You pulled on the shirt that Paul had tossed your way and quickly changed out of the pajama pants. With an approving nod from the vampire, it seemed that you were ready for a night out. Running a hand over your face, there was little to do but head out. Paul had driven his bike up here from the looks of it so you followed him to wherever the help it was that he was leading you. Towards the boardwalk but there was no guarantee that was where you would be actually going. Especially with how often the group got kicked off the boardwalk. Admittedly, your focus was more on trying to keep a straight path than anything else, following the echoes of Paul's laughter that seemed to ring in your ears above the roar of the bikes.
Making it to the boardwalk in one piece may have been a minor miracle. Immediately, you were assaulted by the sights and sounds that came with a boardwalk in season. Laughter,arguments, greasy food, rickety rides whirling far beyond safe limits. A symphony of the human experience. Your shoulders loosened a little, though you knew that there was still plenty to potential come that could be a problem. With the boys? There was fun though and little worry. You parked your bike next to three familiar ones and Paul was already off his before you could throw the kickstand up.
"Come on," he offered excitedly before all but racing down the boardwalk. Chuckling to yourself and shaking your head, you began to trail after him. They would find you if you lost sight of him, that was certain. So what was the rush? The sea of people didn't really thin out too much as you kept up your stroll. Shapes, sizes, groupings of every different variety. The boardwalk drew them all in.
"Hey," You stopped short, realizing that there was someone not too far from you trying to flag your attention. Brow raised, you shifted your attention to the younger man. "Looks like you could use this, buddy." A copy of a comic was shoved into your hands. Vampires, Everywhere. As amusing as you should have found it, it nagged at the back of your brain in that uncomfortable way. That way where you knew trouble was likely brewing.
"Comics aren't really my thing."
"This is more than a comic. It will save your life." Right. You would have laughed it off entirely if the truth didn't ring a little too close to him. Did this kid know that vampires existed? Were the guys in trouble? Playing it off, you gave the kid a nod, holding it up.
"Sure thing, kid. Save my life. I got it."
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
"I'll keep that in mind if I ever need to find you and say so…" You shook your head and moved off once more. By now, you were sure that Paul was far off with the rest of the boys so it was going to take a little bit to find them. They had their favorite spots but it was going to be a matter of which one that they were occupying. You picked your way through the crowd, wondering when the boys would pop up, finding you before you found them. You shifted down towards the beach, ambling down the steps and pausing before going too far. Something stopped you, though you weren't sure what it was. Santa Carla hadn't felt dangerous since you had moved there. How could it be when you found yourself friends with one rowdy pack of vampires? It was a feeling that you weren't used to anymore. The hair on the back of your neck stood and you found yourself glancing left and right, keeping the railing to your back. One guy sliding underneath the railing was not expected and took your attention off of the surroundings enough for one of the others to sneak up.
Unfortunately, for you, it wasn't the familiar group of vampires. Some of the surf nazis decided that they wanted to cause trouble it seemed and were surrounding you. Two to your right, one to your front, and one to your left. This didn't bode well at all. Not if the grins on their faces were anything to go by. The same sort of grins the boys wore when they were about to cause trouble.
"Aww, look what we have here. One of those bitch bikers, without the rest of his pack." Could your luck have been any more shitty this past two weeks? You knew that Paul and Marko had caused some issues with the gang of surfers, though that particular one had disappeared. Lost as another one of Santa Carla's missing, though you knew he ended up a meal. That was the asshole that had been going out of his way to mess with the boys, not getting the message. Apparently, it was enough to bleed some courage into the others as well. Of course, they would have chosen you as the weak link, since the others were rarely anywhere without each other. You were the only one to wander alone.
"Listen, I'm not looking for any trouble. All right. Leave me alone."
"Ya hear that? He don't want no trouble. Seems like your friends didn't get the memo on that. Did you wander off all on your own? Or did they have enough of you? Which way is it, fag?"
Goading waste very a good thing to give into but you couldn't help but instantly feel that familiar hot rush of anger. Fingers curled into fists at your side. You didn't need the boys to protect you, but the back up would have been nice. The unmoored feeling, combined with anger and the liquor from early was a deadly combination. There was no thought behind the action. No thought to the consequences that faced you. No thought to anything other than the satisfaction that would come when you broke the fuckers nose. The punch landed, clearly catching them off guard. Chaos erupted from there.
Paul got worried when he joined up and there was no sight of you. It shouldn't have been more than a few minutes. Something wasn't right. Dwayne seemed to pick up on it and after a discussion, they decided to let David know what had been done. They had to search the boardwalk to see what happened. Because, something definitely happened.
You weren't sure how long you were laying there, staring at the sky above, the salty ocean water gently lapping at the top of your head. The pain on your side had radiated all the way to your neck and down to your thigh. The knife had entered your side and cut downward. Breathing had become a little hard, growing harder by the moment. The outcome was what could have been expected in a four on one. Funny, how accepting you were of it in that moment. Did you want to die? No. But, there was little to be done about it now. At least you know the boys would be able to take care of the mess. If they found you and didn't think you just skipped out on them. That was a possibility given the fight that you had.
You could not longer tell if your eyes were open or closed, blackness seeping into your vision until it took over everything. The faint echoes of rushed steps in the sand along with a small splash echoed through your ears but you couldn't force yourself to turn towards it. Everything was feeling cold.
David was the first to spot the body and for the first time in a long, long time, he felt the tinge of fear roll in his gut. There was no movement that they could see, head facing the water and the heavy scent of blood clung to the air. Nothing about the situation felt right. They were all instantly moving, practically flying without a care to who could see them, over the beach towards the body. What greeted them was something that had all of them coming to a complete stillness. All stared hard for several seconds, waiting and watching for some indication that you were still with them. Any movement of the chest, any twitch of the hand, any flutter of the eyelids. After a second, they were rewarded with a barely there movement of the chest, a shallow breath.
"Shit, David, we don't got a lotta time." It was Paul that spoke, the first to move forward, the first to gain his senses back. David was close behind and ignored the water that soaked his knees as he dropped down. There was a weak pulse. Unless a decision was made in that moment, they were going to lose you. Something that David was not ready to let happen. He hadn't wanted it to happen like this. The war that had waged itself for weeks inside of his chest had to be silent. There was no choice, because letting you die was not an option. An unnecessary breath was taken and he leaned in, bringing his fangs right to your neck.
