Bonds Of Blood.
(Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Mate!Reader)
for the lovely @pixielostboy, hope you enjoy! All credit for the gif goes to the owner.
TW: blood, descriptions of violence, nudity, descriptions of nudity.
The body dropped almost ceremoniously, blood bleeding into the sand.
Harsh breaths passed your lips, along with blood dripping from your barred teeth. The surfer lay beneath you, gurgling and looking up to you with frightened eyes.
Poor, stupid boy.
They were always so easy to catch. Soon, you were met with odd silence, the body beneath having stopped twitching. You sighed, cursing the mess upon your clothes and sand. Discarding the body was easy, the waves swallowed him whole, until all you saw was splashing water and darkness. The blood would remain a mystery, stumbled upon by some unfortunate tourist or local. Soon, you rejoined the boardwalk above, adorning new clothes and a clean facade. Unbeknownst to you, eyes followed as you walked toward your surfer friends, Gregory himself being a little too happy to see you.
Marko watched the surfer embrace you, hands tentative in their pursuit. The blonde was sure that he was being discreet in his observation, only to be met with your (e/c) eyes and smirk laden face. You gave the boy a wink, before following the others. You left Marko with a reeling mind, possibly hundreds of questions circling. The vampire was never one to believe in mates, seeing them as more so an old wives tale rather than anything legitimate.
Max liked to go on and on about them, how they were someone promised only to you and that once you obtain your mate, life would be complete. Perhaps his sire was onto something, because as soon as your eyes met his, Marko was entranced. He found himself needing to see you again.
The night continued with Marko meeting up with the others, choosing to keep his little encounter to himself.
If it was real, the others would feel it too. Maybe it was Marko's own fascination, masked in the tale of his early years. Either way, Marko had no qualms with it. The idea that someone new might join them was an exciting one, after all.
The group reconvened at the entrance of the beach, where Paul was overheard trying to convince Dwayne of the idea that Big Ed was all jelly and no bones or blood at all. "It just makes sense, man. Have you seen the guy?" Paul pleaded, making Marko wonder why he never defended himself the way he defended his ludacris ideas. David and Dwayne chuckled, Dwayne turning to Paul.
"Then explain how Big Ed is alive then, dude."
"It's simple, he-."
"Look at what the cat dragged in." David interrupted, right as Marko walked up. The curly headed boy bid a greeting, comically flipping David off. "And just where the hell have you been?" David asked. Markl shrugged, smirking. "I've been around. What's this I hear about Big Ed?"
Dwayne and David groaned in tandem as Paul renewed his rant, Marko stifling a laugh. Paul soon concluded, much to the relief of literally everyone. David leaned against the handlebars of his bike, dismounting it. "Jesus, what's a guy gotta do to have some fun around here?" David expressed, looking around at all the people that passed by.
Hunger was the least of his worries right now, having lost the spot against David's seemingly unending boredom.
Just then, he heard this gravely, grading voice cut through the crowd.
Gregory and his goons cut through the crowd, each yelling more than the next. David and the others had to fight the urge to roll their eyes. David remembered the guy, way back to when he was a dumb kid and now a possibly dumber teen. You walked among them, Sherry on your arm and another surfer to your left. Seeing you, it felt like a slap to the face to David. His heart picked up in pace and his eyes were shrouded in the black of his iris. The others seemed to notice as well, as Paul and Marko stopped their meaningless activities and Dwayne perked up to attention. The blonde vampire stayed silent, watching you.
“(Y/n), you really have to lighten up.’’
“How so, Sherry baby?’’
“For starters…’’ the girl said, taking a drink from Gregory and holding it out to you. The smell alone was enough to make you hurl, but you contained yourself, declining politely. “Oh come on, just one.’’ Sherry insisted, wiggling the can in front of you. “Don’t be such a killjoy-!” Sherry tried to push, yet was swiftly interrupted by the sound of your voice. “Sherry, if I wanted a shitty drink, I’d ask your boyfriend.’’ You said. The blonde girl was clearly gobsmacked, as she stared at you for a good minute. You could say that she wasn’t used to you speaking like this. That was both an annoyance and a success, considering that none of them had figured you out yet. “Well, this was a nice chat and all but I'm starving.’’ You said, craning your head to look at the group of the boys. “Oh Marty!’’ You called.
A dark haired boy peaked his head through the crowd, a shit eating grin on his face. Marty was the one to introduce you to the surfers, having met you when you first got here. He also had a nasty reputation for being absolutely oblivious to the word “no.” so your next course of action really enticed no regret within you. Marty took his sweet time coming over to you, making your gaze advert from him and toward a rather attentive group of bikers. They were staring you down like hawks, some making it more obvious than others. The curly headed boy you saw before was among them. ‘So this is the crew he runs with.’ You thought, right as Marty decided to invade your personal space. He hugged just a tad too tightly, hands resting just the wrong among the low on your back. “Those fuckers bugging you, babe?’’ Marty asked.
You smiled, shaking your head. “Ignore them, baby…you know you’re all that I want.’’ You smiled, voice taking on that sultry quality. “If you say so.’’ Marty smirked, placing his grimy hands on your waist, leaning into your ear. "What do you say we blow this joint…? Go have some real fun…" he said, voice practically oozing with how suggestive he was being.
Free food and less work? The chance was too good to pass up.
You placed a playful kiss along Marty's jaw. “I thought you’d never ask.’’ You said and now David was watching you walk away with that surfer fuck. What the hell was a girl like you, doing with a bunch of lowlifes like the Surf Nazis? It has to be for notoriety, David concluded, because there was absolutely no way that someone like you would willingly hang out with them. If the reputation was what you were after, David could do you one better any day. His boys were known, they were feared.
“Did we all feel that or was it just me?’’ Paul suddenly spoke up. Dwayne nodded his head in silent confirmation, while David wore a satisfied grin on his face. “I saw her before I met up with you guys.’’ Marko admitted. “And you kept this from us, why?’’ David inquired, more so curious than anything else. Marko offered up a small shrug of his shoulders, “Just wanted to make sure it wasn't just me, I guess.’’
“Well, Marko I think you might have found us a mate.’’
Paul hollered out in excitement, while Marko and Dwayne shared a high five. David turned his attention back to the beach. Regardless of his own hatred of his sire, David was a devout listener to his mate stories. How even monsters like David could have someone out there, just waiting to meet and stay with him forever. David would be remiss if he forgot the nights he dreamt, the night he prayed for it to be true. The blonde was the opposite of religious, yet the sheer possibility of you was nothing short of holy. It brought some hope to David and even if the boys didn't talk about it among themselves, David knew that it meant the same for them. “What are we gonna do?’’ Dwayne piped up, pulling David out of his self induced trance. David’s stare was unmoving from the beach.
“I think it’s high time we went under the boardwalk, boys. It’s been a hell of a while.’’
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“Hey, maybe we should turn back-’’
“Come on Marty, you aren't gonna chicken out on me are you?’’
Marty pulled his hand away from yours, his pride clearly wounded. You let out a little giggle. Men had such an odd relationship with their pride. Threaten that even slightly and they’re willing to throw themselves off a cliff to prove you wrong. They made themselves such easy prey, it was almost laughable. Against all the possible pros they could bring, women would never become your target. You had witnessed too much to do such a thing. They deserved whatever peace they could have. “I ain’t no chicken.’’ Marty said adamantly,
“Good, now we can have some real fun.’’ You said, reaching behind your back and quickie undoing your bikini top. The material dropped to the sand and Marty was quite quick in his pursuit of you. A strange sense of deja vu enveloped you, as Marty took to laying slobbery kisses on your chest. He took a hold of one of your breasts, before you gently pried him off. “Let me do something for you this time.’’ You said, smiling slightly at the way his heart picked up and his skin became hot. The boy probably thought something opposite to having teeth penetrate his neck, but as he flailed and screamed, Marty couldn’t really give an answer.
You watched for a while, the show before you never really got old.
Marty ran around, calling you every obscenity in the book before you got a hold of him. You ripped out a good piece of his neck, basking in the blood that followed. Marty’s scream died down from the blood filling his mouth and you were sure you heard bones crack from how hard you were holding onto him. Soon, the thrashing stopped and you were left with another body, alone. Only, that alone part wasn’t entirely true. A series of claps echoed through the night, you throwing your head back to see who was there. Eyes of yellow, of amber greeted you, each softer or tougher than the others.
Vampires.
You rose slowly, your hands going up. There was a sort of unspoken pact between most vampires, a pact that stated that territory should not be breached. The circumstance of hunger allowed leniency, under pretenses that the lone hunter shall abandon the stead. Yet, you found yourself wondering why your heart was beating so quickly. Your skin was graced with sweat, your eyes glowing more than usual. Your mind had an explanation, one that you weren’t eager to accept. Mates were just an old wives tale, made to give hope to an otherwise hopeless species.
You feed.
You live a little.
You die.
There was really no inbetween. The four boys approached, bodies illuminated by little specks of light that peaked out from the ceiling. Had you been human, this would have done little to make you see them. Yet you did. The front boy, the leader you presumed, stood taller than you with bleached blonde hair and a startling smirk. The curly headed boy was the only one truly familiar, his face contorted into that tell tale vampire look. Another boy resembled a rockstar, his long blonde hair teased and volumes. It was oddly reminiscent of Dee Snider, a rockstar in the flesh. Last but certainly not least, a brunette took to the background, eyes trained on you like a hawk. “I come in peace?’’ You asked, not really sure what to do or say at that moment.
For as long as you had been alive, such a thing had scarcely happened. A chorus of laughter followed. “I wouldn’t worry about that sweetheart.’’ David said. “We just wanted to see the show, and by the looks of him…’’ David expressed, cocking his head toward the body, “...We missed a hell of a good one.” His words were supposed to mean nothing to you. It was meant to be just lip service, only spoken to fulfill some agenda or wish that they may have. Dwayne was now behind you, surveying the body. He had a smile etched on his face, one that spoke of satisfaction and positive impression. “See, we couldn’t help but notice you on the boardwalk.’’ David spoke. “I gotta ask, what is a girl like you doing with the Surf Nazis?’’
“I miss the part where that’s your business.’’
“She got you there, man!’’ Paul exclaimed, earning a glare from David that only made him laugh harder. “Now that isn’t very nice.” David smirked. They would have rushed you by now, so your hands retreated to your sides. “Do you always follow women under the boardwalk or is it just my lucky day?’’ You inquired, vaguely noticing that Dwayne had moved just a little closer to you. You wondered when the mate bond was going to be brought up, because if you felt it, they must have as well. The boys were not bad looking, quite the opposite actually.
They were beautiful.
Beautiful in that way that only eternity could guarantee. Years of wisdom, masked under boundless youth. You could actually see yourself with them, feeding and living until the sun died and the world ended. The mate bond was a bond of blood.
Irreversible…unbreakable.
The question stood, would you be able to commit to something like that? You wanted to be loved, you wanted to love. A forgotten dream that you buried a long time ago was to have a family. Against your better judgment, you allowed yourself to dream again. “It isn’t always that they’re our mate.’’ Dwayne rumbled, speaking for the first time that night. His voice was rich, making your skin erupt into goosebumps. “We know you feel it too, babe! The pull…the anticipation…’’ Paul continued, moving around you, akin to a predator circling a prey. “At least buy a girl dinner first.’’ You said, earning a laugh from Paul.
“Oh but where are my manners? The name’s Paul. That over there is Marko.’’ The rocker introduced, as the curly headed boy grinned and waved. “The creep over there is Dwayne.’’ Paul snorted as Dwayne fashionably flipped the bird at him. “David.’’ The leader said, beating Paul to the punch. He extended a hand, completely unfazed by your nakedness and blood caked hands. You cast a tentative glance at his hand, before taking it. As soon as your skin met with his gloved hand, David was sure he had died and ascended to somewhere better. You gasped once David pulled you close, your chest colliding with his. “Wow, we haven't even sealed the deal yet and you’re manhandling me.’’
“Can you blame me?’’
“I mean I am really hot.’’ You laughed, feeling the stress of the situation leave your body. No one was going to die tonight. David grinned from ear to ear, a silence passing between the both of you. Dwayne was sure that you were better than their wildest dreams. He watched from the sidelines as you and David shared a kiss, knowing that they would all have a lot of time to show their own affection. The spark reverberated between everyone, making even Marko audibly gasp. Once you pulled away, David had a starry look on his face. “I think that we are going to get along just fine.’’ The blond promised, gently placing your hair over your ear.
The night concluded with the boys taking you out, talking and just getting you to have fun. It was the first time in probably decades that you could truthfully admit to having a good time. You watched the boys fool around, the shenanigans alone bringing a smile to your face. Being alone for as many years as you had been, you had forgotten what it was like to genuinely enjoy someone's company. These boys weren’t just someone either. They were the ones that you would spend eternity with.
The ones you would love and be loved by.
And that was a bond to be protected.
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