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The Lost Girl

You just wanted to travel and forget all about the drama you left behind. You didn't expect to fall in with four boys who would become another family. Maybe more.

[Part Three of Three]

Author's Note: Y'all remember Elena's dress when she went to the party at the Mikaelson's? I think it was black and gold? Well anyway, that's what YN's dress is gonna be like except it's black and maroon. I'm totally unoriginal lol. The fight is totally anti-climatic and the end just… ends. I was so ready to end this. I'm sorry.

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The only good thing about your upcoming party is that Rebekah's completely taken over all the planning. She's recruited Elijah since he's the easiest to talk to between her brothers, leaving Klaus at the mansion with you and the boys. David and Dwayne love to hear about the history Klaus has seen, whereas Paul and Marko love hearing about all things chaotic and bloody.

You're all lounging around the sitting area as Klaus fills in your friends on the drama he caused when he first waltzed in Mystic Falls from his point of view when the front door opens and closes.

"YN. Gilbert."

"Uh oh. Someone's in trouble." Marko giggles.

You flip him off and then turn towards the archway where yet another blonde marches through. "Hello to you too, Caroline. It's rude not to knock, you know?"

She huffs. "Oh shut up. We've all tried ki-" She immediately shuts up herself, taking stock of the new faces in the room. But she's Caroline Forbes, so she rolls with it, easily lying. "We've all tried sabotaging each other multiple times. There's no need to knock between friends."

You and Klaus both smirk, but don't call her out on it.

"Whatever," she grumbles. "I just came over to demand why you didn't tell me you were planning a party?! You know I love planning parties."

"I don't even want this party, Care, but Paul and Marko are all about seeing what type of parties I had to attend when I was younger."

At her pout and look of indifference between your friends, you quickly introduce them to each other. All the boys politely greet her and she them, and it hardly takes her a moment to deduce who your boyfriend is.

"So you're the boyfriend?" Her eyes narrow at Dwayne. "Figures."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You ask.

"It means you have a type. Dark hair, broody looking…"

Klaus chuckles. "She's not wrong, love."

"You're both annoying," you deadpan. Then glancing back at Caroline, you ask, "Is that all you came over for? To demand why you're not part of the party planning committee?"

"Yes. And to see if you already have a dress all picked out."

"I do. Rebekah had a bunch of dresses delivered and I chose one. You want to see what's left on the rack?"

"Yes, please! I hate shopping last minute."

You grin and walk over to Caroline, hooking your arm with hers. "Let's go upstairs then." Looking at Klaus and the boys, you wink. "If there's trouble you want to get into before Elijah comes home, now is the time to do it. Caroline and I are long overdue for some girl talk."

"You heard her, boys, let's go." Klaus downs the rest of his drink before settling the tumbler aside and then standing up. Marko and Paul cheer, shoving at each other as Dwayne and David casually climb to their feet.

Everyone except Dwayne makes their way out and then he walks up to you. "Need anything?"

"No, I'm good, but thanks." He nods before leaning in to kiss your forehead, cheek, and finally your lips.

You're laughing as you shove him away, eyes twinkling. He returns your smile before nodding at Caroline and turning to go catch up with his brothers and Klaus.

As soon as he's out of earshot, Caroline gushes, "Oh my god, that was so adorable! Where did you even find him?!"

"In his hometown." You chuckle and then lead her towards the stairs so you can show her the dresses in your room. "I actually met Paul and Marko first, but when I met Dwayne.. it was like love at first sight." You smile as you remember meeting the dark haired vampire for the first time. "We kind of tortured everyone else with the 'will they or won't they' schtick, so it became public knowledge that we were both off limits."

"What changed?"

Getting bit by a werewolf, you mentally admit, but can't say that out loud. Not yet. So instead, you choose something that's easily believable because the scenario really did happen. "After missing a day of hanging out with them, some girls decided to move in. When I decided to surprise them one night, one girl was standing too close to Dwayne, so I walked right up to him and kissed him."

"You didn't!?"

"I did." You laugh. "And then Elijah and Klaus visited, informing me that Elena was getting impatient that I hadn't come back to Mystic Falls to make sure I was really okay."

"Oh so you'll let Klaus know where you now live, but not us?"

When you glance at Caroline, you notice she's not truly upset about it. "Yes because Klaus won't drag me back to Mystic Falls the moment something inconveniences Elena's life."

Your friend winces, but doesn't refute your words.

In your room, you walk to your closet while Caroline walks to the rack of dresses that's in the opposite corner. You grab the dress bag, pull it out and unzip it to show your friend. "Anyway, this is what I'm wearing." The strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline is maroon with a fitted bodice covered in black beads and black ribbons right beneath your bust. The skirt slightly flares out with an overlay of black tulle so the maroon still peeks out.

Caroline sighs. "This is so pretty. Is your boyfriend matching?"

You laugh as you zip the bag back up and put it away. "I'm pretty sure Elijah will get him a matching pocket square or something."

"So he's got Elijah's stamp of approval?"

"I think so."

"Sounds serious." She turns back to the rack, moving aside dress after dress. "Is he the reason you're staying where you're staying?"

"No. I was already planning on staying there. Dwayne was a surprise, but a welcomed one."

Caroline glances at you. "Ohhh, you're in deep. Look at that smile."

You purse your lips, having been smiling without knowing you were smiling. But seeing as she's already seen it, you give up and laugh. "Ugh, this is gonna sound stupid, but remember when I said seeing Dwayne was like love at first sight? Do you believe in that?"

Your friend freezes and then fully turns to face you. "Spill. Now."

You groan again and head over to your bed, dropping down on the edge. "When I first met Dwayne, it was no shock that I instantly found him attractive. What was a shock, however, is how jealous and protective I am of him. We haven't even known each that long to warrant such loyalty, but when Damon threatened Dwayne… Caroline, I saw red. I wanted to rip Damon's heart out right then and there."

"Hmm. That is weird. You've never been one to get worked up over a guy. You usually just shrug it off and move on."

"I know!"

"And how does Dwayne feel?"

"I'm assuming the same. Damon pinned me to the wall by my throat and Dwayne saw, and he was visibly shaking. I could see it took everything in him to hold himself back and then when I got back to the table, his hand gripped my thigh and didn't move until we stood up to leave."

"How insane would it be if it turned out that soulmates were real?" You laugh. "I'm serious! Ugh, you're so lucky. I wish I had someone who looked at me the way Dwayne looks at you."

"You do have someone who looks at you like that, but you refuse to entertain him because you're afraid of what everyone else will think."

Caroline frowns. "He hurt us. A lot."

"So did Damon, but that didn't stop Elena from jumping on his dick."

The blonde vampire grimaces. "I rather not think about that."

"Mhmm."

"Now will you help me choose a dress?"

Without even glancing at the rack, you say, "Go with the blue one that looks like mine, but has off the shoulder straps. You always look good in blue."

The day before your party, Rebekah had the ballroom completely transformed. You had happily stayed out of her way, listening to her bark orders from the comfort of your room. Dwayne and David took refuge with you, purposely not saying a word to their brothers as they wandered downstairs and got roped into lending a helping hand. And with Rebekah barking orders, Paul and Marko stayed in line.

Then the morning of your party, Rebekah had even taken it upon herself to have a buffet of breakfast ready for everyone. Marko practically salivated at the sight of the food, mentioning that they'd never eaten like kings and queens before. David then reminded him that they never had the appetite for human food quite like they have now after wrapping the bracelets around their wrists, and Marko conceded while stuffing his face with sausage and eggs.

You don't get to rest long after eating, Rebekah whisking you away to bathe and pamper before getting ready for the night. You end up in a bath with so many essential oils and salts that you nearly doze off, but Dwayne enters the bathroom and decides he wants to wash your hair.

Rebekah enters the bathroom when she hears you groan, only to huff and cross her arms over her chest. "Why are you two disgustingly adorable? Stop it right now."

With your head tilted back and Dwayne's fingers scratching against your scalp, you grin. "Shut up. If our positions were switched, you'd be smug as hell right now. Let me enjoy this."

"I'm honestly surprised he's not in there with you."

"And have your brothers glare at me throughout the party?" Dwayne asks. "No thanks."

"Fair." Rebekah continues to watch you with a fond smile on her face. "Well when you get out, Dwayne can help David wrangle his other brothers while you and I get ready in my room."

"Okay."

Dwayne finishes washing your hair before you stand, uncaring that your body is bare beneath the suds. He watches as you scrub your body down in the shower before grabbing a towel and handing it to you. Then after wringing out your hair and drying your body, you use the towel to wrap around your hair before taking the offered robe to drape around your body.

"Thank you." You reach up on the tips of your toes, giving him a chaste kiss. "Now it's your turn. I'll be with Rebekah and most likely won't see you until the start of the party."

"Mmm. Have fun." Dwayne kisses you once more and then pats you on the butt as you walk on by.

You're still smiling as you enter Rebekah's room, laughing when she's waiting for you with a champagne glass nearly filled to the brim. "Happy birthday, darling."

"Thank you, Rebekah." You accept the glass, clink it against the one she produces herself, and then proceed to down it in one go. "Now can I nap?"

"No."

You groan as Rebekah leads you to her vanity, making you sit.

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. .

Rebekah starts on your hair first, making sure to detangle it and then spritz various hair products into it. She leaves out a couple of strands on either side of your head to frame your face and then loosely braids the rest of it to hang over your left shoulder. She sprays your hair again to make sure the hairdo holds, and then gets started on your makeup.

The make-up is kept mostly natural and nude, the only color being a hint of blush on your cheekbones, smokey black eyeshadow, and black eyeliner. Throughout the entire time, your phone was dinging with text messages from your family and friends, and you took the time to thank each of them.

Taking a break, Rebekah has sandwiches and fruit delivered to the room via Elijah, and it isn't long until Klaus shows up with presents with the rest of the boys trailing him. The Mikaelson's give you jewelry and money, a proper camera to capture the sights you see, and a brand-new laptop to edit and post the photos. You thank them profusely and even assure Dwayne, David, Paul, and Marko that you hadn't been expecting gifts from them so they can stop with the guilty expressions.

Then after kicking out the men from the room, you get started on Rebekah's hair and make-up. With her instruction, you get everything done pretty well.

When the time comes to finally step into your dress, you shamelessly drop your robe and step into a pair of panties. Rebekah holds your dress low for you and you step into it while she slides it up your body. Then after arranging your breasts to fill the cups, Rebekah zips you up.

Rebekah can only smile as she helps you don your newest necklace and bracelet, and then quickly dresses herself in a dress similar to yours, except the colors are black and gold. Plus, she dons a pair of black satin gloves as well.

"Well don't you two look beautiful."

You turn around to find Dwayne decked out in a suit with a maroon pocket square to match you. He has a few thin braids on one side of his head, only for all of his hair to be tied back in a stylish messy man-bun. "Holy shit." You look him up and down, licking and biting your bottom lip as you try to reign in your spiraling thoughts.

"Down girl," Rebekah muses, patting your shoulder. "It sounds like your guests are starting to arrive, so there's no use in messing up all the hard work I've done."

"Yeah, yeah. Get out." Rebekah laughs as you shoo her out of her own room, bidding Dwayne good luck as she passes him. He steps further into the room, and you readily accept him as he goes toe to toe with you. You lean up and kiss him. "You look handsome."

"It's all thanks to Elijah and Klaus. They really know how to style the riffraff."

You chuckle and kiss him once more. "So, how's it looking down there?"

"Marko and Paul are regretting the fancy suits, but David's keeping them well in line. And Klaus has already plied us with several blood bags each so we're not feeling peckish around your guests."

You sigh. "I think I should have indulged in a little blood myself. I have a feeling I'm going to need it."

"Come on. It won't be that bad."

"Famous last words."

Dwayne smirks. "Let's go greet your guests."

Looping your arm around Dwayne's, you rely on him to get down the grand staircase. And by the time you make it to the main floor, Caroline is arriving on the arm of her mother.

"Caroline! Sheriff Forbes!" You greet them with smiles and kisses to the cheek. "I'm happy you two could make it."

"Likewise." Sheriff Forbes smiles before warily glancing around. "When I got the invitation, I wasn't aware if the party was legit or if the Mikaelson's were up to no good again."

"I can see why you would think that," you say. "But when it comes to me, the Mikaelson's are family."

"But Elena-"

"Mom." Caroline politely nudges her, shaking her head.

Sheriff Forbes closes her mouth and takes a breath. Then smiling sadly, she says, "You never forgave her for the… attack on you and Caroline," she says while glancing at Dwayne.

"Oh. I'm sorry!" You say. "Liz, this is Dwayne. My boyfriend." Sheriff Forbes and Dwayne smile at one another, shaking hands. "And I forgave my sister for that a long time ago," you assure her. "What I don't care for is the way she and Damon treat me or my friends whenever something doesn't go to their liking. They don't take others' feelings into consideration."

Sheriff Forbes smiles tightly, nodding. "Fair enough."

"Well, happy birthday!" Caroline chirps. "Now point us to the food so we can get out of your hair."

Laughing, you're about to tell Caroline where she and her mother can find the food when you spot Bonnie and your brother coming up behind them. "Uh, Dwayne will show you," you tell her. "He's gotta check on his brothers anyway and make sure Klaus isn't getting them in trouble."

And without missing a beat, Dwayne detaches himself from you and offers his arm to Liz as he dips his head in politeness. "Ladies, if you'll follow me."

Dwayne ends up with a Forbes woman on each arm and you smile as he leads them towards the food. Then turning back towards the door, your smile widens as you accept a hug from Bonnie. "Hey! Long time no see." Bonnie is stunning in her own black and silver dress, and Jeremy surprisingly fills out his suit. Then again, he's been rather buff ever since he became a hunter. "Jer, you're looking muscular. Kill anything lately?"

"Ha. Ha," he deadpans while hugging you. "And you look good as well. I didn't expect…"

"Yeah, yeah. You didn't expect me to be alive and thriving just because of the Mikaelson's and blah, blah, blah." Both Bonnie and Jeremy chuckle, and you nudge them towards the party.

More people show up- Tyler, Elena, Damon, Enzo, Alaric plus his date, and several other locals that you hadn't seen for a while. You greet each and every one, thanking them for showing up and wishing them a good time.

Rebekah pulls you away from the door when it seems like no one else is showing up, leading you towards the bottom of the staircase where her brothers are waiting. Both Mikaelson men smile as you approach, but Rebekah leads you a few steps further up the staircase before telling you to stay put before joining her brothers.

You're confused, but no one says anything. Dwayne and his brothers are lined up just across from the Mikaelson's, each of them holding a champagne flute. Elijah, being the more diplomatic Mikaelson, calls for everyone's attention. And as a crowd gathers, you're not very surprised when the hired help walks around with platters full of champagne flutes to pass out to everyone.

"Thank you, everyone, for attending on such short notice," Elijah says as the gathered guests fall quiet. "Miss Gilbert has been off traveling the world and seeing everything this life has to offer, so we weren't sure she would be back in time for her birthday. Luckily for us, she decided to visit with some new friends of hers."

Paul whoops and you shake your head at him, grinning.

"So let us raise our glasses," everyone follows Elijah's lead as he raises his glass in a toast, "and wish Miss Gilbert a very happy birthday and safe travels when she no doubt leaves us all behind again." Elijah, Klaus, and Rebekah turn, grinning. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."

"Happy birthday!" The crowd then cheers.

You smile bashfully, nodding your thanks to those whose gazes you catch before walking down the stairs. Rebekah hugs you whereas her brothers kiss each of your cheeks, and then Dwayne takes hold of your arm while leading you to the main room.

Immediately, the humming and clapping of Hozier's Work Song fills the air, and Dwayne leads you to the center of the room before turning to face you. As he takes a step back and then bows at the waist, your eyes light up. "You dance?"

"Obviously. Don't you?" As you grab the skirt of your dress and curtsey, you can't help but laugh. "And besides, the birthday girl has to open her own party with the first dance."

"I'm pretty sure that's not a thing, but I'll take it." You and Dwayne step forward and then back, close to touching but not. He raises his hands, palms out, and you laugh some more as you hold your own palms just an inch from his as you walk in a circle. "Who told you about this dance?"

"Rebekah might have mentioned something about a pageant this little town holds and the dances forced upon you."

Dwayne then takes you in his arms and the two of you sway back and forth before he's gently pushing you out and then bringing you in on a twirl. The smile never leaves your face, not even when you can hear his brothers ribbing him.

Halfway through the dance, others join you. Dwayne's dancing skills make him that much more attractive to you and you let him know when you can't keep your lips to yourself.

The party goes on and you make your rounds while on Dwayne's arm. You introduce him to everyone you know, talk about the places you've been with some curious individuals, but refrain from mentioning where you met Dwayne in case others were listening in.

You eat and drink and dance some more, and all in all it's a good time.

Until it isn't.

Elena hadn't said much to you other than wish you a happy birthday, so you're resigned to hearing her out when she asks for a moment of your time when the party starts winding down.

She leads you to an empty room just down the hall and turns to face you with a frown. "So, you're leaving again?"

"What?"

"Elijah's speech. He said you were going to travel again."

"Oh. Maybe." You shrug. "I still need to find a house and set down roots before I start taking trips again."

"Your house is here!" She says, hurt lacing her tone. "Why are you so dead set on getting away from me?"

"Elena," you say softly. "I love you. I do! But I can't be here anymore. I'm so over the drama where you somehow manage to be ground zero for it all. I'm tired of being hounded by Damon for not jumping when he says jump and I'm just- I'm over it. You have your life and I have mine. You don't have to like it, but you will accept it."

Done with the conversation, you turn to rejoin the party, only for your sister's words to make you freeze. "Jenna would be so upset to see you so chummy with her murderer."

There's a gasp from the door and you realize the others have followed. Bonnie, Caroline, Damon, Stefan, Alaric, Dwayne, David, Paul, Marko, Rebekah, Klaus, and Elijah have all entered the room and you have no idea how you and Elena didn't sense the big group sooner.

The group from Mystic Falls knew how close you were to Jenna and how hurt you were over Klaus killing her, but they didn't know about Klaus' apology months later when you started having dinners with Elijah. It wasn't an easy apology to accept, but he promised to make it up to you for as long as you lived.

But not wanting to get into all that, you look at your sister and swing even lower than her. "Yeah? Well mom and dad would be even more upset to see you fucking your best friend's rapist." Elena gapes and her eyes fill with tears, and you roll your eyes. "Come now, Elena. Don't start the waterworks now. You wanna be Katherine 2.0, then be Katherine 2.0. If you're gonna be a bitch, then own it."

Your back suddenly hits the wall and you have a face full of an enraged vampire. "All right. That's enough."

"Damon!" Bonnie yells.

"What the fuck was that?" You hear Marko murmur, biting back a smirk at the fact that they're still playing human.

"That was a low blow, YN," Damon says, tightening his grip around your throat.

"Careful, Damon, your lap dog is showing," you muse. "This is between me and my sister."

"Yeah? Well, it becomes my business when you make her cry."

"Oh, how noble." You huff. "Now kindly take your hand off of me and leave. You're no longer welcomed here."

You hear a bit of a scuffle and look over Damon's shoulder to see David holding Dwayne back by the arm. You can see the rage in his eyes even as he attempts to keep his cool, and subtly shake your head.

Damon glances over his shoulder as well to see who you're looking at and turns back to face you with a smirk. "You're so quick to drop everyone in Mystic Falls, let's see if your newfound family will stick around after they find out that you're a monster."

Your expression hardens. "Damon, do-"

CRACK!

Damon has all of half a second of smug satisfaction as he watches your body collapse lifelessly to the floor before a heart stopping roar practically shakes the walls of the room. He whirls around, eyes wide, and braces himself for the truly monstrous individual advancing on him.

Dwayne's features have shifted, his features more sharpened and defined. His eyes are now yellow and red, and his fangs and claws have elongated in his rage. He grabs a stunned Damon by the shoulders before savagely sinking his fangs into Damon's neck and pulling free a chunk of flesh.

As Damon gurgles on his blood and Elena shrieks in horror, Stefan speeds at Dwayne to pull him off. Only then do David, Paul, and Marko fly at him and throw him across the room before making a wall in front of YN's body. Dwayne continues to attack Damon, snapping each and every bone in his body that he can to prevent the raven-haired vampire from fighting back.

Elena tries to intervene when it appears Damon can't defend himself, but Rebekah catches her by the arm. "Stay out of it. Damon made his bed, now it's time for him to lie in it."

Alaric pulls free a wooden stake to help his friend, but all it takes is Klaus tutting in his direction to give the history teacher pause.

Then having heard enough snarling and snapping bones, Elijah approaches Dwayne cautiously. "That's enough, Dwayne. I believe Mr. Salvatore has learned his lesson." Panting and heaving, Dwayne snarls one last time before kicking Damon so hard in the ribs that he sends him sliding across the floor towards his panicked brother. Dwayne then turns and his brothers part so he can make a beeline to YN's body. As he does, he sits on the floor to cradle her lifeless body in his arms. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you should never touch a vampire's mate," Elijah says.

Everyone seems surprised, but it's Caroline who steps forward with a frown. "Mate? And vampire?" She asks incredulously. "What is going on, Elijah?"

"Dwayne, David, Marko, and Paul are vampires," he tells the room, ignoring Elena's whimpers as she tries to offer aid to Damon. "A different species, obviously, but vampires nonetheless. When Niklaus and I noticed some differences, I decided to do a little research after learning of how quickly Dwayne and YN became attached."

"And your research proved that our kind has mates?" Paul wonders. At Elijah's nod, he beams. "Fuck yeah! We totally called it after YN got bit by that werewolf."

"What werewolf?" Caroline's eyes widen in alarm.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. It's all been taken care of," Klaus assures her. Caroline huffs at him, but all it does is make him smirk.

"That's nice and all, but can I have a little help?" Elena grouses. "Damon's really hurt."

"Oh boo hoo," Rebekah deadpans. No one makes a move to help Elena except for Stefan and Alaric.

The three of them are doing their best to tend to Damon when Enzo enters the room. He takes a look at the Lost Boys before taking a look at his injured friend and then glances at the Mikaelson's. When his gaze finally lands on Caroline, he sighs. "I always miss the fun. What happened this time?"

"Damon's a bloody idiot, is what this is," Rebekah says instead. "He snapped a vampire mate's neck and said vampire didn't take too kindly to that."

Enzo shrugs. "Fair enough. Now if you're all done in here, some of the humans heard the ruckus. Jeremy and I have been doing damage control, but some of these locals are too nosy for their own good."

"Thank you, Mr. St. John. My sister and I will take it from here." Elijah beckons Rebekah to join him and she grumbles about missing all the fun.

Enzo, now too invested to see any more drama go down, walks over to stand next to Caroline and Bonnie.

"So, you four are vampires?" Bonnie wonders when no one says anything. "How come we didn't know?"

"Because YN wanted it that way," David says.

"And you just do what she says? How long have you even known her?"

"Long enough," you grumble. Immediately you feel yourself being squeezed and you groan as your eyes flutter open. You're staring up at the ceiling and you realize you're on the floor. "Dwayne?" The head tucked into the side of your aching neck lifts, and you smile at the vampiric face of your boyfriend. Reaching up, you tap on the tip of one of his fangs. "You can put these away now. I'm fine."

"He snapped your neck," he grumbles.

"Is he dead?"

"No."

"Pity."

"YN!"

"What?" You whine. You attempt to sit up, letting Dwayne help you. Then glancing over at your sister, you have no fucks left to give her. "He snapped my neck. The way I see it, if he's still breathing, he got off easy."

"You could have told us your friends were different vampires."

"But then Damon wouldn't have gotten his ass kicked." Then glancing at those standing, you ask, "Did anyone record it?" Everyone with the exception of Stefan, Elena, Damon, and Alaric find your question funny. Dwayne stands and helps you to your feet, and you stretch a little with a groan. "But now you all see why I left, right? I refuse to live a life that Damon wants to control."

"But you'll live a life that the Mikaelson's control?" Elena huffs.

You stare at her, shaking your head. "When are you going to get over your hate for them? You all refuse to forgive the Mikaelson's, yet Damon somehow gets a free pass?" You ask.

"Damon didn't kill Jenna!"

"No, but he did kill the love of Enzo's life and then left Enzo to burn alive," you say. Then looking at Stefan, you say, "He killed Lexi. He's killed Ric, Jeremy, and even me a few times." Looking at Bonnie, you add, "He threatened Grams into using too much magic that led to her death and let's not forget everything he put Caroline through. So why the hell is Damon forgiven for all of that, but yet you're so appalled when I associate with Klaus, Elijah, and Rebekah?"

No one has anything to say, and Elena can't even look at you. She's too busy making sure Damon is healing properly.

"She has a point," Enzo says, breaking the silence.

Glancing at him, you offer him a smile before looking at each of your friends. "I'm tired, hungry, and pissed off now, so the party's officially over. Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

As you walk off, Dwayne takes hold of your hand. "Go up to the room. I'll grab some blood bags and liquor from the kitchen."

"Thank you." You squeeze his hand before letting go, grabbing the skirt of your dress and lifting it just a little so you can walk up the stairs without tripping.

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In the comfort and safety of your room, you strip out of your dress and run yourself a hot shower. The first thing you do is wash all the hair products out of your hair before scrubbing your face free of makeup, and then wash your body before standing under the rainfall of water. You sigh, reaching a hand up to rub at your sore neck.

The sound of the shower drowns out the outside noise, so you startle a little when you feel a hand land on your shoulder. Uncaring of your nudity, you turn around and are met with an equally nude Dwayne. He hands you a blood bag that's a little warm to the touch and you don't waste a moment. You grab the bag and immediately bring it up to your mouth, letting your fangs pierce the bag.

As you suck down your meal, you let Dwayne lead you a few steps back so he's standing under the rainfall of water as well. His hands gently cup your face, thumbs brushing the veins beneath your eyes that have slithered to the surface. Your eyes flutter open and you drop the bag when you're done with it.

Dwayne then leans down so his forehead is resting against yours, and his hands move down so his fingers gently probe around your neck. "I wanted to kill him," he quietly admits. "It took all my self-control to not rip his head from his body."

You huff a laugh as you wrap your arms around his waist. "As much as I wish you would have, it's best that you didn't. If anything happened to poor Damon, Elena and Stefan probably would have hounded us until the end of times."

"Then they would have met the same fate. You were dead at the time, but apparently we're mates and our instincts to protect each other are insane."

"Excuse me?" You pull back a bit, staring at Dwayne in disbelief. "Mates actually exist?"

"For my kind, yes. It's why I knew something was off that first day we were here and Damon had you pinned to the wall. It's also why I flew into a rage when he snapped your neck."

Mouth agape, you shut it with an audible click. A moment later, you shrug. "Well, that explains the rage I felt when Damon threatened your life. Normally I'd have laughed a threat like that off, but I got severely pissed off."

Dwayne chuckles. "This is going to be fun."

"For you, maybe. Protective instincts aren't the only instincts that rears its ugly head thanks to our apparent bond."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm possessive, dear mate." You smile up at him. "I noticed it the last time that one female tried gaining your attention, but it wasn't too bad of an urge to rip her head off. If she had touched you, however, I'm pretty sure it would have been game over for her." Dwayne slowly smirks and you slowly raise your arms so they're wrapped around his neck, and you hop up as you wrap your legs around his waist. "Now are you going to fuck your mate or just stand here under the water?"

"I wasn't sure you were up for anything after having your neck snapped," he says while reaching below you and grabbing hard length to notch at your entrance.

"For you? I'm always up for something." You slowly lower yourself on Dwayne's cock, head tilting back as your mouth opens in a silent moan. He grunts when you're fully seated and when you meet his smoldering gaze, you clench around him and cause him to grunt. "Now come on. Make me scream and embarrass my sister who is no doubt still trying to play victim downstairs."

Smirking, Dwayne places one hand on your ass as he walks over to the wall and then places his other hand on the wall for a bit of balance. "Hang on…"

Dwayne pulls out nearly all the way, and then a moment later he thrust back in. Hard. You moan, fingernails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, and then beam brightly at him. "Again."

The following morning, you have absolutely no shame when you and Dwayne enter the kitchen together. Everyone, with the exception of Elijah and Klaus, are all smirking at you.

"Well, well," Rebekah muses. "Look at you. I'm surprised you're not walking funny."

Paul and Marko immediately laugh, and Klaus looks quite appalled.

"Rebekah, please, can you not?" Elijah asks, already exasperated with where the morning conversation is clearly headed.

"Oh hush. We're all adults here."

You chuckle as you head towards the refrigerator, pulling out a pitcher of orange juice to pour yourself a glass. "Who all got an earful besides those in this room?"

"Well Damon thinks you were faking it."

"Of course." Your eyes roll.

"Stefan looked like he had sucked on a sour lemon, Elena turned beet red as if she was some prude, and Caroline and Enzo couldn't help but be impressed."

You chuckle some more as you sip your juice and then make your way to the table where Dwayne is already seated. You help yourself to a few slices of bacon and pay no mind to Dwayne's brothers who are patiently waiting to tease you. Unfortunately for them, you're not bothered by it at all.

"So will you be leaving this afternoon?" Klaus asks in order to break the silence.

"Yes." When you glance at Rebekah, you smile at her pout. "But you guys will always be welcomed in Santa Carla and I'll do my best to visit every other month."

"You better."

"What about these bracelets?" Marko asks. "Are we supposed to give them back once we're back in Santa Carla or…?"

"The bracelets are a gift," Elijah says smoothly. "And as a token of our appreciation for being on your best behavior and abiding by the rules we set out, we will pay for a trip for all of you to wherever you want."

"We appreciate that," David says, "but we need to settle our claim on Santa Carla before we can take off again. And speaking of Santa Carla, how is our home?" He then asks Klaus.

Klaus shrugs. "My hybrids have dispatched a werewolf pack looking to make camp in your woods. Your territory is as you left it- dirty and nearly uninhabitable."

"Klaus." You shake your head in amusement at him. "I've made my decision."

"I'm well aware."

"Then don't be a dick."

"I said nearly." You chuckle as he smirks. "Now let us have a nice breakfast before you and your friends start to pack. The jet is being fueled as we speak."

. .

. .

After a very talkative breakfast and barely half an hour of packing, you and the boys are on a private jet back to Santa Carla. You had immediately made a beeline for the singular bedroom at the back of the jet to go back to sleep, and Dwayne joined you for about an hour before rejoining his brothers.

You join them sometime later, taking the time to sip a drink as you listen to the boys brainstorm the perfect location for the trip you're all going to take once David's confident enough with his grasp on Santa Carla.

And it's only once you've stepped foot back in Santa Carla does your phone ping with a text message from Klaus. It's directions to a location and instructions to call him when you get there.

"What do you think it is?" Dwayne asks as he reads the message himself.

"I have no idea, but it's Klaus, so anything is possible."

You can see Paul and Marko are anxious to get back to their cave, but David wants everyone to stick together. So, after procuring- er, compelling- a car, you drive to the location Klaus had sent you.

Pulling up to the location that's still in Santa Carla, you're not surprised at its remote location, but you are surprised with the steel gate blocking a driveway and the steel fence that wraps all around the property. Off in the distance, up on a hill, there's quite the house sitting there.

"What the hell is this?" Paul asks, leaning forward between the seats.

"I have no idea." You pull out your phone and dial Klaus' number, still staring at the house in awe while holding the phone to your ear. When the line clicks over, you immediately ask, "What did you do?"

"Welcome home, love. The code to the gate is your birthday." You glance at the small box just outside the driver's side window and punch in the code. When the little red light turns green, the gates start to open. "Since there was no way you were going to leave Santa Carla, I figured that you could at least live in a proper home rather than that dark, dank cave your boys are apparently so fond of. Honestly, they needed to get out of there as well."

"Klaus… this is a lot," you utter in awe. You drive all the way up to the front steps and everyone hurriedly vacates the car to take a look around. "I can never repay something like this."

"Family doesn't repay family back. At least not ours."

"Klaus."

"I'm serious. It's done. Now since you're all vampires, I had a witch spell the house for you."

"How so?"

"No guest, whether they're supernatural or not, can enter your home without your permission. There was a little blood magic involved, so you'll have to invite your mate and friends in."

You walk up to the front door and enter the house with ease, smirking at Marko when he tries to enter behind you but can't. You quickly invite all four boys in and then turn to stare at the lavish home. "Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, truly… thank you."

"Think nothing of it. But if you truly want to repay me back, you can take Rebekah on your next trip. She truly is aggravating."

You laugh and nod before saying, "Yes. Of course. Anything."

"Mhm. Well, I'll let you and the boys get acquainted with your new home. Have fun. Don't murder too many people."

"We'll try." You end the call with Klaus and only then does the sound of Paul and Marko's excitement reach your ears. You feel pressure at your elbow and find Dwayne standing there, looking down on you. "It's ours."

"What?"

"It's ours. Klaus obviously didn't like the living conditions of the cave, so he bought us a house."

"Well… shit." You snort at his utterance. "It's been a long time since any of us have lived in a proper home."

"Hey! If this is our house, do we get to call dibs on a room?" You hear Paul shout from somewhere deep in the house.

"Dwayne and I get the master!" You shout back. "It's a free for all for the rest of you."

All of a sudden you hear footsteps pounding on the hardwood floor, followed by grunting and whining, and protests of David being unfair.

Smiling, you turn back towards Dwayne and grin. "So, I guess this is home?"

"Do you want it to be?"

You shrug. "Home is wherever you are. If you want to go back to the cave, then let's go back. But if you want to stay here, then we'll stay here."

Dwayne flashes you one of his rare smiles as he reaches for you, and tugs you close. "Well, I wouldn't want to piss off the big bad hybrid by taking his precious baby sister back to the dark, dank cave."

You laugh and quickly lean up on the tips of your toes, pressing your lips to his in a chaste kiss. "Then we'll stay." You kiss him again. "Now come on. Let's go break in our new bed."

#the lost boys x reader #lost boys x reader #dwayne x reader #the lost boys imagine #lost boys imagine #the lost boys fanfiction #lost boys fanfiction #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries fanfiction #dwayne #paul #marko #david #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #damon salvatore #elena gilbert #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: swearing, David vamps out, mention of feeding

“where are you going dressed like that?” David asked while he laid on my bed. I shot him a look over my shoulder.

“it’s Halloween dumbass.” I shot back. David raised an eyebrow at me. “Halloween? Trick or treating?” David shrugged and shook his head in confusion.

”I think you’re forgetting I haven’t heard of half these things. Nor do I care about them.” David let his head fall back against my pillows, his eyes falling closed.

“you only care about them when it means I spend the whole day in the cave.” I teased as I laid down on top of him. David made a noise and wrapped his arms around me tightly. He pressed a kiss to my forehead as I leaned my head against his cheek. “You know, you wouldn’t have to hide tonight.” David pulled back to look at me.

“what?” He asked. “You mean go out as a vampire? That’s…that would…people would freak out.” I shook my head as I climbed off him and sat up.

“no they wouldn’t. People dress up as vampires all the time. And far worse too.” I told him as David sat up. “One year someone dressed up as a zombie. And I once had a teacher who didn’t wear their prosthetic and went as Georgie from IT. Blood and gore and everything.” David looked at me curiously.

“you’re kidding me.” He chuckled. I shook my head. “You’re serious.”

“of course I’m serious. Everyone loves going bigger and better. More blood. More guts. More gore.” I shrugged. “Or I can dress you up like a Ken doll and you can follow me around all night instead of sneaking away to feed.” David’s eyes narrowed.

“you wouldn’t.” He growled. He flipped me over and pinned me on the bed. I smiled up at him as he scowled down at me, his eyes flashing briefly before he got himself under control again. “You dress me up like a fucking doll…” David hissed, leaning down to gently rake his fangs over my neck. “And you join me the old fashioned way. A lot sooner than we planned.” I giggled and gently pushed on David’s shoulders. He leaned back enough for me to slip out from under him before turning to sit down.

“I won’t. I promise.” I said as I leaned down to kiss him, cupping his cheek and rubbing my thumb over his stubble. “But please consider…” David nodded as he leaned up to kiss me again.

“maybe.” He responded. “That’s the best I can do.” I nodded.

“that’s all I ask. For you to consider it.” David nodded and stood up. “Ready to go anyway?”

“yeah.” He raked his eyes over me. “Fuck me. I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands to myself tonight.” I laughed as David pulled me to him by my hips.

“Put your hand on my waist all night then.” I teased as I wrapped my arms around his neck. David growled and leaned into my neck, pressing kisses to my pulse point. “No reason for you to not touch me. David.” I moaned as he smiled against my throat.

“I like that.” He groaned, pressing himself more firmly against me. “I know I know. We need to leave before I do something.” He pulled away, brushing some hair out of my face. I nodded before wrapping my arm around him and turning to head out. Pausing, I leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“if you vamp out tonight, not only do you get to feed, but I’ll let you have your way with me when we get back.” David stiffened before relaxing against my side.

“damn.” He breathed out. “Make it after the feeding and we have a deal sweetheart.” I nodded and David pulled me into a searing kiss. He pulled back and I watched as his features morphed. I smiled softly at him and kissed him gently before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door. I paused before opening it and kissed him again.

“thank you.” I whispered before pulling him out into the night.

#kiefer sutherland imagine #kiefer sutherland #kiefer sutherland fan fiction #kiefer sutherland fanfiction #kiefer sutherland fanfic #david #david lost boys #david x reader #david imagine #david fanfic #david fanfiction #lost boys fanfiction #lost boys fanfic #lost boys imagine #lost boys x reader

[adalwolfgang]

Lost Boys (1987) Masterlist

Welcome to my Lost Boys (1987) Masterlist where you can find the Lost Boys characters that I write for along with links to all my works involving them! This is supposed to make it easier to find my works instead of having to scroll through my blog. Here is my main masterlist if you're new!

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banners!

Lost Boys (1987)

Notice: Even if you don't see a slasher character you like below, still send in your request! I'll just have to do some extra digging, but I'll still write even if a character is not listed.

Micheal:

Sam:

Max:

David:

Star:

Edgar:

Alan:

Paul:

Dwayne:

Marko:

Laddie (Platonic unless you're close to both the same age):

#reader insert #x reader #lost boys 1987 x reader #david the lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #lost boys x reader #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys david #the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys 1987 #marko the lost boys #lost boys fanfiction #the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys x reader #paul the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys x reader #tlb 1987 #tlb x reader #tlb headcanons

[anarchy-n-glitter]

posting my lost boys oc concept art here for funzies. her name is lilith renfield it’s a whole thing lmao

two out of the three drawings on here used promo pics and actual scenes from dracula as reference :)

#the lost boys #lost boys oc #lost boys fanfiction #anyway

[m0chisenpai]

the lost boys 1987

lost boys x vampire!reader

so I was thinking of the lost boys getting caught up with a vampire reader whose mother/sire is the countess from american horror story and I have many thoughts

first off like mother like daughter so this girl just knows how to use her charms to her advantage, and she loves getting into trouble just like her mother

she goes out towards the end of the day but the sun is still out which is what led the boys to believe she was human and wanted to lure her in

now she knew what these boys were, they reeked of decay and death but she gave them the benefit of the doubt and let them think they were toying with their food

so one night on the boardwalk she strutted down the walks much like her mother dominating the ground with sharp eye liner, a wild blow out and a outfit to match, she looked like hell on wheels and left the boys reeling

she leaned herself against the rails fishing out a cigarette from her jacket and held it to her bloody red lips. Long story short some poor sucker surfer tried to spark her up and promised her a good time under the docks, she agreed slowly sliding her hands up his chest, flashed him a that million dollar smile and lured him under

she let the poor thing think he was in control up until he started getting a bit too handsy and claimed her meal quickly and cleanly, not a single drop spilled though she was pouting much to the boys amusement who watched her come back up fussing with her hair

now here's the funny thing, David had sent out Paul to reel her in and he failed miserably so he then sent out Dwayne and Paul watched on with a slack jaw as his brooding brother whispered sweet nothings in her ear that had her giggling and twirling her hair

the boys took an instant liking to her and the feelings were mutual when they found out she was a fellow creature of the night

she is a complete contrast to their whole get up, she liked her nails done, hair well kept, and would fuss if she scuffed her boots or jackets

she dresses similar to marko in a way but with a woman's touch

david tried, emphasis on tried, to teach her to ride a motorcycle but she just could never understand it which wins in his favor cause he LOVES having her on the back of his bike, he won't admit it but he likes the envious looks as he pulls up with this mysterious beauty on the back on the boardwalk

paul has definitely asked her to do his eyeliner like hers and since then he's had her do it each night

she loves to pick through marko's clothes, specifically his crops and jackets, his taste in fashion just fascinates her so much and he's not complaining at all when she comes by and just sumps them on the couch

however, she picks through dwayne's jewelry and at first he was thinking it was his sticky finger brothers stealing his stuff till one night he saw you wearing a pair of his earrings

if she goes hunting with them she usually gets first picks cause she has to sniff out which of her choices for the night aren't doped up, unlike the boys bad blood will pull her down and sicken her which shocks the boys

they tease her and call her the most human vampire which earns them a hiss and a glare

countess!reader lives for messing with star, like she gives the poor girl a bi panic moment at least once a week

she does the classic let me straddle your lap so I can do your make up approach and poor star nearly bursts from embarrassment

goes to concerts with her and will just twirl around and dance with her, when she gets excited she'll jump back into Star's chest and look back up at her with mischievous eyes

#lost boys x reader #lost boys x black!reader #the lost boys 1987 #poly lost boys x reader #lost boys 1987 #lost boys imagine #requests #fanfiction #lost boys fanfiction

[goblinlovesmusicals]

Somebody read my lost boys fic

#the lost boys #lost boys 1987 #lost boys fanfiction #my writing

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Had a BANGING ass Lost Boys dream that I just need to write it... But I'm kinda in a fickle and need some feedback!

I was originally gonna write it as an OC/Self-instert... But I'm kinda unsure now because I think it'd get a lot more attention/maybe people would enjoy it more if I made it an X Reader? Still unsure but I wanna find out ASAP cause this is gonna be a BIG writing project/oneshot I want put my heart into (might even add art snippets to it with how much I love the concept!)

Cause one half of me would love to introduce my new self insert and draw em a little bit... But the other half of me thinks a lot of people would wanna see themselves as the attention in the writing, you know?

Oh! And if you'd like to comment or reblog with a more in depth opinion of what you think, feel free to let me know, I'd love the feedback! 🩸🍒

#lost boys #cherry rambles #🍒daily dose of cherry🍒 #tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x oc #the lost boys oc #the lost boys x reader #lost boys oc #lost boys x reader #lost boys fanart #lost boys fanfiction #the lost boys fanfic #lost boys david #lost boys marko #lost boys paul #lost boys dwayne #lost boys michael

[bezinful]

What if there was an extra vampire from 1906 that was cast out of Santa Carla prior to the events of 1987 by Max, only to return, bring the boys back, and get revenge ?? Finally starting my first fic based off the prequel script bringing the story all the way to 2023. OC vampire that was the younger mortal sister to David.

#lost boys #the lost boys #lost boys 1987 #marko tlb #paul tlb #paul the lost boys #tlb #tlb 1987 #lost boys fanfiction #david tlb #david the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne #dwayne tlb #marko the lost boys

[asirensrage]

there's a heaven above you (don't you cry) - Part 10

Rating: M Pairing: Lost Boys/OC Fandom: The Lost Boys Warnings: violence, swearing, threat of violence Summary: The thing no one ever tells you about time travel is that you don’t have any control over where you end up or when you leave. It just happens. It also hurts like a bitch. Notes: This will be a poly pairing, so if you’re not into that, don’t read. previous/masterlist also on ao3 and ffn

Chapter 10: Cruel Summer

She was browsing through a magazine when she heard him. 

“How’s my favourite employee?”

“Still your only employee,” she called out before glancing up at him. Sampson looked like he just walked out of Woodstock but what surprised Darcy was the figure beside him. She was an older woman, her short hair slightly curled and styled. 

“What’s cracking, Darce?”

“Same shit, different day,” she folded up the magazine and tossed it on the counter. “How are you?” 

“We’re bad, Darce but we got good vibes.”

She had no idea what that meant but nodded. It couldn’t have been that bad if he mentioned good vibes. “Alright.” 

“You remember me saying I was gonna hire someone new?” he asked. “You can start going around like the stone fox you are.” 

The woman next to him gave him an unimpressed look at that. “Is that how you treat all your employees?” 

He winked at her. “It’s copacetic.” He looked back at Darcy. “Darce, this is Camila. She’s gonna be helping out.”

Darcy stood up and held out her hand. “Darcy. Nice to meet you.”

“Camila Johnson. It’s a pleasure,” she said with a soft smile. 

“Well,” Sampson clapped his hands together. “It’s sound as a pound. I’ll let you get acquainted. Darce, you’re a brick house! Don’t forget it,” he pointed at her before looking at Camila. “Cams, baby, don’t steal anything.”

“I have enough junk in my home,” she said. 

He just laughed and left. “Check ya later!” 

Darcy watched him leave before turning to look at the older woman in front of her. “He’s always like that,” she said dryly.

“I know. I’ve known Sampson since he first came here.” She smiled again at Darcy. “I hope you don’t mind that he gave me this job.”

Darcy shrugged. “I don’t mind. He said it wasn’t cutting my pay.” Darcy looked around before she moved the chair she had been sitting on towards Camila. “Here, sit.”

“Thank you.” Camila came around the counter and sat down. The woman glanced up at her hair. “You’re the young woman I heard about, aren’t you?”

Darcy leaned against the counter and crossed her arms over her chest. “Depends on what you heard.” 

“Well, that there was a young woman who took a bat and tried to start a fight with a gang of bikers on the boardwalk.” 

Darcy’s eyebrows rose. “Word really got around.” 

“It was quite the sight I heard.” 

Darcy scowled. “They deserved it. Fucking assholes,” she paused as she realized what she said. “Sorry. My mouth tends to run away from me.”

Camila smiled. “I am old enough, my dear, to have heard worse. I’ve said worse,” she admitted. That startled a laugh out of Darcy. “What?” Camila asked, feigning ignorance. “Are we old people supposed to pretend we weren’t young?”

It made Darcy laugh louder. “Okay, good point. Sorry,” she gave a wave. 

“Now, mija, what did those boys do to deserve it?” 

“Hurt a friend. They’re not going to do it again. Not if they want to see me again.” 

Camila’s eyes seemed to light up. “Oh? How many are suitors?”

Darcy rolled her eyes. “All of them.” She paused for a moment, realizing what she said before watching Camila for her reaction. 

The older woman glanced down at Darcy’s outfit. She was wearing high-waisted shorts again and a t-shirt with School House Rock on it. Camila nodded. “There is no shame in being widely admired. You’re a beautiful woman. Enjoy the courting. Life will bring you challenges soon enough like it did me and Ernesto.” 

There was something odd about her tone. “Are you two...still together?” 

Camila gave her a small, sad smile. “No, mija, but I visit him every other day. Take care of him.” 

That was clearly a touchy subject. “Well,” Darcy clapped her hands together. “Why don’t I show you the process here? Or at least what I do. Sampson didn’t really give a straight layout of the way he wanted things to run.”

Camila sighed. “Now that does not surprise me. What’s first?” 

It took about an hour after sundown before any of the boys showed up. Darcy was hopped up on the counter laughing as Camila told her a story about how she and Ernesto met years ago. 

“He says to me: Si besarte fuera pecado, caminaría feliz por el infierno (If kissing you were a sin, I’d happily walk through hell) and I told him, we’re already in hell so he might as well hurry up.”

Darcy cracked up laughing. 

“Well, that just might be my new favourite sound. What do you think, Marko?”

Darcy sighed and turned to look at Paul entering the store. Marko was coming in behind. “Who invited you?”

Paul held his hands against his chest and pretended to stumble back. “She wounds!

“Not deep enough if you’re still standing,” she said dryly. She glanced back at Camila behind the counter. “These are two of them.” 

“Who’s this?” Paul leaned forward on the counter to grin at Camila. “Is this the spot to collect beautiful women?” 

Darcy smacked him on the back of the head. He winced and pulled back instantly, looking at her with a slightly wounded expression. Marko busted up laughing. “Knock it off.” She pointed at the two of them. “This is Camila. She’s a friend.”

Paul held his hands up in surrender. “Sorry babe.” 

“Mmhmm,” she twisted her lips, looking unimpressed. “What are you doing here?” 

“Only here for one thing,” Paul said, leaning in for a kiss. “Some sugar from you.”

She was tempted to shove his face to the side simply for the comment. It was just his personality though. Darcy was learning that fast. She tilted her face up. Paul grabbed the sides of her face and kissed her hard. Unlike their last kiss, there was nothing slow or soft about it. His lips moved against hers, tongue pushing in and deepening the kiss. She grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him in and she felt him grin against her lips. He broke the kiss, pressing his lips against her cheek before suddenly licking her.

“UGH!” She shoved him back. He started laughing, pushing at Marko who was grinning back. She scrubbed at her face with her hand. 

“Paul,” David’s voice cut through the laughter. “That how you treat our girl?” 

“You lick me again and I’ll cut off your tongue,” Darcy snarled, pointing at him. 

“But then we really wouldn’t have any fun,” Paul grinned at her. 

“I have three others,” she said dryly. All of their eyes seemed to light up at that and she quickly realized her mistake. It was the first time she actually said something possessive when it came to them. 

“You do,” David said, striding forward. She still had her back mainly to the store since Camila had been facing it. David titled her back. She clung to his arm in surprise, fearing that she was going to fall. He held her up though as he bent down to kiss her. It felt similar to being dipped during a dance. There was no hesitation. David kissed her deeply as if he was trying to burn the feeling of his lips on hers. The mixture of the kiss and hanging off the edge of the counter left her dizzy when he finally moved her to sit back up. 

“Now that was a kiss.” 

Darcy looked back at Camila. Admittedly, she had forgotten about the woman slightly. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“What’s there to be sorry for?” The woman waved her off. “You’re young. Have fun. Now, are you going to introduce me to your young men?” 

Darcy was tempted not to, but David once again took action before she made any decision. He reached over and offered his hand to Camila. “David,” he introduced himself. “That’s Paul and Marko,” he motioned to each of them. 

“Camila,” she said, giving her hand over.

Darcy rolled her eyes as David leaned down and brushed his lips over the older woman’s knuckles. “I said she was a friend, not my mother.” 

“You should be so lucky,” Camila quipped back. 

“I would,” Darcy said dryly. “It’d be a vast improvement.” It was interesting to note that the boys didn’t look too surprised at the comment but Camila’s expression was a little concerned. “Camila is my new coworker,” Darcy told them. “I expect that she’ll be around for a long while and nothing will change that.” Her tone got harder as she spoke, thinking about Clark. 

“I’m sure she’ll live a long and happy life,” David said, looking back at the others. 

“It’s a curse,” Camila agreed with a nod. 

“A curse?” Darcy turned to see Paul standing straighter. “What curse?” 

“Figure of speech,” Marko said, patting his shoulder. “Don’t worry.”

Paul shrugged him off. “You don’t know that. Curses can be real things.” He looked over at Camila. “Is it a real one? Who cursed you?” He stepped back. “Is it contagious?” 

Darcy burst out laughing. “Contagious?” 

Marko waved his fingers at Paul. “Cursed to grow old!”

“Shut up!” Paul swiped at him. 

David gave Darcy a pointed, slightly exasperated look that said ‘you see what we have to deal with?’ 

“You honestly believe in curses?” Darcy asked Paul. 

“You don’t know what’s out there,” the man in question said, pointing at her. 

“It’s the curse of old age,” Camila said. “Nothing else.”

He looked at her cautiously. “You sure?”

 “Quite sure, lindo.  I’m more likely to be of the giving and not the receiving end of curses.  I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

Marko and Darcy both started laughing again. It was the fear in his expression that set her off. Out of everyone she’s ever known, she didn’t expect any of these bikers to be scared of a curse. 

“So babe,” Marko called out. “You done working yet?”

“Yeah, we wanna take you out, girl.” Paul seemed to get over his fear as he moved back toward her. 

Darcy looked back at the clock. “What time is it?”

“Time for us to go, mija. You need to enjoy your nights and this old lady needs to go to bed.” 

“You’re not old, Camila,” Darcy said. She turned on the counter, lifting her legs over the cash register so that she was fully facing the boys. David moved forward and she hopped down before he could make any attempt to help. “You got years ahead.”

“Ah, you would not say that if you were my age.” 

Darcy turned to look at the boys. “Get out while we close. I’ll find you later.” 

“At the boardwalk.” David didn’t say it like it was a question, but Darcy answered it anyway. 

“No.”

“We’ll pick you up then,” David said. “Find something to eat.”

“Fine, it’ll be about half an hour. Go.” 

“Come on boys.”

David led the way out, pausing momentarily to nod toward Camila. Marko and Paul both moved forward to kiss Darcy’s cheeks. 

She shoved them towards the door. “Out!”

It didn’t take long to go over the closing procedure. It was simply making sure the cash was put in the safe, checking the donation box and locking the doors. Camila agreed to come by tomorrow so that they could organize what times Camila would come in. Darcy didn’t mind the company and Sampson promised that her hours wouldn’t be cut. They needed to figure out how that would work. 

There was the rumble of motorcycles outside as they turned off the lights. 

“Your boys are here for you,” Camila said. 

“They can wait.” Darcy locked the back and then led Camila to the front. “Might do them some good.”

Camila laughed. 

Darcy opened the door and saw all three of them waiting outside of the store on their bikes. “Well, at least you’re on time,” she said dryly. She ushered Camila out and locked the door behind them. She looked back at the older woman. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Enjoy.” Camila winked at her and walked away. 

Darcy turned to face the boys. She cocked a hip and rested her hand on it. “Well?”

“Come on, Darcy,” David called out. “Let’s go for a ride.”

“Where?” It wasn’t that she was completely opposed to the idea, but they had a tendency to hang out at the boardwalk and that wasn’t her idea of a good time. 

They all laughed and Darcy narrowed her eyes at the sound. “Stop being dicks and answer the question.”

“We’ll take you to our place,” Marko called out. 

“Yeah, babe. Come see where we hang.” That cracked Paul up before he even completely finished saying it. David smirked as Marko laughed. 

Darcy considered it. If they wanted to kill her, they had plenty of opportunities to do so already. 

“Darcy.”

She glared over at David, unimpressed at his command. “You said there’d be food.” 

“We’ll get you something to eat,” Marko said. “Just come on.” 

It was a difficult thing to be faced with their attention. She had kissed all of them. Hell, she slept with two of them, but they were still here. Still waiting. She moved before she could convince herself not to. 

“Fine.” She moved forward, ignoring the cheers of two of them. They didn’t show any preference for who she should sit with so she chose Paul. She had yet to ride with him. She slung a leg over the seat, found the foot holds and shifted forward. 

David revved his engine. 

“Hold tight babe!” Paul called out. She shimmied forward, wrapped her arms around his waist and pushed her face into his back, trying to keep his hair out of her mouth. They took off. 

Paul was a maniac. He whooped and hollered as they drove. Darcy caught sight of pedestrians moving out of the way until she felt her body lift off of the seat when the men drove off of some stairs. She was going to kill them if she survived this. 

Her ass was definitely bruised from the way they landed. They were saved from her cursing as she hid her face again in Paul's back, this time to avoid the sand they were kicking up. 

It felt like ages before they finally stopped. Darcy didn’t move right away, uncertain if her body would even let her after that. 

She finally looked up and instantly hit Paul as hard as she could in the shoulder. 

“Hey!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she snarled. She got off the motorcycle, ignoring the slight way her legs were shaking. “You don’t just decide to leap off of fucking stairs without warning the passenger! What if I wasn’t holding on tight enough?”

“I would have caught you!” he protested. 

“You’re lucky it’s only my ass that’s bruised!” she hissed. 

He grinned at her. “Want me to kiss it better?” 

Her eyes narrowed. She was stopped from lunging forward to shove him off of his own bike as an arm draped itself over her shoulders. She looked over at David. 

“Come on, Darcy.” 

She finally looked around and realized they had taken her to a cliff. She dug in her heels and started moving back. “Oh hell no. I refuse to die by fake suicide.”

They all turned to look at her. “What?” 

“We’re not going to kill you, Darcy.”

“Especially not by a cliff,” Paul said before grunting. She caught sight of Marko elbowing him in the stomach. 

“Our place is down there.” David pointed to the edge and now that it was pointed out to her, she could see the stairs. She also saw the sign warning them of the danger. 

“Yeah, there’s no way I’m going down there.” She tried to pull back. David tightened his grip on her shoulders. She tried to shrug him off. “Let go. I’m going home.”  

David moved to stand in front of her. He bent down slightly, meeting her eyes. “Darcy.” His voice sounded like it echoed slightly, merging with the sound of the waves crashing against the cliff. “It’s safe, isn’t it Darcy?” 

She felt herself shake her head but she couldn’t look away from his eyes. Why couldn’t she look away? 

“You’re with us, Darcy. It’s safe.” 

The world faded around her. David’s eyes felt like they were burning into hers and she felt Paul and Marko step up against each side. She was nearly boxed in by them. Someone’s arm was around her waist. She felt another hand on the back of her neck. She felt herself sway slightly. The grip on her tightened. Darcy felt her legs give out from under her but she didn’t fall. Was someone saying her name? 

“There, see? You made it.”

Everything came into focus and she stumbled automatically at the rush of noise. There were lips on her neck and someone’s hand was under her shirt. She blinked, totally confused. She shoved them back and stepped away. They were at the bottom of the stairs. The waves were crashing against the rocks behind her and the mouth of the cave was ahead, looming ominously behind the men. 

“How the fuck did I get here?” 

“Hungry Darcy?” David asked, ignoring her question. He turned and walked into the mouth of the cave. 

“Come on, babe!” Paul grabbed her hand, pulling her towards it. She tried to dig in her heels.

“You’re avoiding the fucking question,” she snapped. She pulled her hand out of his grasp and stepped back. Darcy looked around. The stairs were behind her, waves crashing against the rocks next to them. This wasn’t right. Still, there was no way she’d even make it to the steps before one of them grabbed her if she decided to run. They liked her enough so far. She had to use that to her advantage. They already said they wouldn’t kill her. 

She moved forward. 

The cave was lit by fire in empty barrels. At least, she hoped they were empty. David sat in a wheelchair while Marko seemed to run around with a torch ensuring the place was lit. Paul was next to her grinning.

“What d’you think?”

She looked around. There was a Jim Morrison poster on the wall, a bed that looked as though it hadn’t been made since Kennedy was in office and a broken fountain in the middle of the whole thing. “It’s a cave.” 

They all looked at her. 

“It’s not just a cave,” David said, looking over at her while he smoked. God, she’d kill for one right now. “It used to be a hotel until the fault opened up and swallowed it whole–”

“It’s a cave,” she interrupted him. “Having a fountain that doesn’t work doesn’t change that.” She crossed her arms over her chest. Her legs were freezing now. “You could have at least warned me to put on pants.” 

“And miss the view?” Marko leered at her with a wink.  

She stared back at him, unimpressed. 

Marko moved forward and pulled her close to him. “Don’t worry, babe. We’ll warm you up.” She shoved him back. 

“And you guys said shit about my motel? At least I’m not homeless.” Technically. 

“What?” Paul jumped up onto the edge of the fountain. “Sit down, babe. Let me show you why this is better than your dump.” 

“And freeze my ass off? No thanks.” 

David motioned for her to join him on the wheelchair. She ignored it. She also wasn’t going near that bed. It was probably filled with dust mites and mould. There was a broken front desk in one corner, to match the fountain, and a couch covered in lace. She took her chances with the couch. 

Darcy shoved off the lace, just in case, before she sat down. “Well?” 

Paul took the opportunity to jump in, showcasing different parts of the motel like he was Vanna White. It was impressive the place hadn’t caught on fire yet from the sheer amount of candles they had, the barrels of fire and the lace and drapery that was everywhere. It looked like an 80s music video. She half expected Meatloaf to appear promising he’d do anything for love but he won’t do that. 

Darcy was pretty sure the couch she was sitting on was on a slant. The whole place stunk, not just of salt water, but of mould, dust and something that smelled green. It was the only way she could describe it. It was almost enough to turn her stomach. Almost. Apparently, even the potential of being murdered in a cave wasn’t enough to stop her stomach from growling. 

They all seemed to notice too.  

“Hungry, Darcy?”

“No shit.” There was no point in being embarrassed. It wasn’t like she could hide it or even wanted to. 

“What do you want?” David’s voice seemed to echo in the cave. 

“A bacon cheeseburger.” She might as well enjoy it. Darcy hasn’t had a good burger in ages since she’s stayed clear of the Boardwalk. “And fries.”

“Paul, get the food.”

The blond looked as though he was going to protest for a moment before he left at David’s order. 

“Cigarette?” David offered. She considered it but seeing as he made no motion to move from across the room, Darcy wasn’t inclined to move. 

“I’m good.” She wasn’t, but she wouldn’t admit that. 

“Marko, music.” The other man in question pulled out a boombox from somewhere in the cave. There was no plug running from it…which struck Darcy. 

“Do you guys really live here?” 

“It has everything we need,” David said. “You don’t like our home, Darcy?”

She looked around again. There was clearly no electricity since they relied on enough fire hazards to give the whole fire department a hard-on for light and batteries for music. Something didn’t sit right. They didn’t have a fridge or even a cooler? What man on earth didn’t have something to hold his food whenever he was hungry and groups of boys were always hungry. 

Darcy tried to find some sign that actually showed a group of men lived here. Aside from the cigarette ashes everywhere or terrible decor. There were also no dishes. Not a single cup or spoon in sight. It clicked. There was no garbage anywhere. They could have burnt it, but that would leave a smell. The only thing coming from the barrels was the smell of burning wood and kerosene. 

She thought back on every instance she spent with these men. The disappearance of Frankie after partying with them. The way they were never around during the day but always seemed to know where she was. At least at night when she was in town. They rarely ate unless she pointed it out. And that stupid mother fucker who claimed to be a hunter only to be gone after she told David. “Shit.” Her ears were ringing. The hair on the back of her neck and goosebumps prickled on her arms. Darcy’s lips felt numb. 

“What’s wrong, babe?” Marko appeared in front of her. That was another thing. How fast they seemed to move or drive. They didn’t give a shit about the danger they put anyone else in. They encouraged her violence. She cracked David over the head with a baseball bat and he didn’t even stumble. She went along with things even when she didn’t want to, not at first. Like being in this stupid cave. 

“Darcy?” 

“You mother fuckers,” she looked up at Marko. She had felt like prey when she first met them. Now she knew why. 

“What?” Marko actually looked concerned. 

“What’s wrong Darcy?” David’s voice echoed through the cave as he moved closer to them. He was out of the wheelchair in a flash. 

She jumped up, shoving Marko out of her face before she hopped the couch. Thank god she hadn’t worn a dress. “Get the fuck away from me.” 

She calculated her options before she moved for the closest barrel. The torch they had used to light it was still sticking out. She grabbed it, ignoring the heat on her hands. 

“Darcy!” 

She turned and pointed it at them, trying to keep them in her sight. What else was a lie? “Were you going to tell me you’re vampires?” 

Both the men stopped. She saw Marko turn to David, whose eyes never left hers. David moved closer and she adjusted her grip on the burning stick. 

“I doubt you can brush off fire. Tell me the fucking truth.” 

“We told you you’re safe,” he said.

“Bullshit. I’m food.”

“Darcy...” the air shifted slightly and she felt herself sway. The heat of the torch kept her aware enough that she bit on the inside of her cheek.

“Stop fucking doing that!” She snarled. David was somehow closer. She swiped the air in front of her with the torch while trying to move sideways, closer to the exit. Darcy didn’t expect to survive. It would be her fucking luck that she finally got some peace only to get eaten by vampires. She sure as hell wasn't going out alone though. If they wanted to eat her, she was going to make them work for it. 

“You’re not food,” Marko called out. “Not you.”

“Because I’m so special,” she replied dryly. “If I’m not food, let me go.”

“Darcy,” David drew her attention back to him. Not that it ever left. She wasn’t about to let this asshole get closer. “Put it down before it burns you.”

“Get fucked.”

“You want the truth?” David’s face shifted, changing into something with ridges and fangs. His eyes were yellow. 

Darcy felt her heart leap in her chest. It was one thing to know it, but to have it visually confirmed was a whole other level. Gods, she didn’t keep the best company but this was the first time she actually hung out with murderers. She was getting to like them too. 

“Darcy wait,” Marko moved closer, both hands held at shoulder level, casting a glare at David whose face shifted back into human. “We weren’t lying when we said you were safe with us.” 

“I don’t give a shit. Let me go.”

“Babes! I got–” They all turned to see Paul walking into the cave. He stopped at the sight of them. “Damn, who pissed you off, babe?” 

“You did!” She snarled. He looked stunned. 

“I just…what?” 

“All of you vampiric assholes!” 

“I was gone for ten minutes!” Paul looked at the other two. “Okay, night’s over I guess. Come on, babe. I got your food. Want me to walk you home?” 

“No.” 

Paul shrugged. “Alright, but it’s not exactly easy to get up those stairs.”

David moved slightly closer and Darcy swung out, nearly catching his face with the torch. She should have stepped into the swing more. He backed up though. 

“Should just leave her,” Paul called out from where he was still standing holding the paper bag. “Let our girl think.”

“I’m not yours,” she snarled. She was tired of being claimed over and over. 

“Alright. You sure you don’t want me to take you home? I’ll swear on, well, not my soul, don’t have one…do I?” Paul shook his head, pulling himself out of the thought. “I promise on every single pretty thing I own, babe. You’ll get home safe.”

“No promises on staying safe though, huh?” 

“I mean, I can wait if you want to burn David’s face off. Food’s getting cold though.” Paul shrugged like he honestly did not care which way she chose. David on the other hand was nearly snarling. 

“Go Darcy,” Marko said, moving in front of David. “It’s okay.” 

“The fuck it is.” She took his advice though. One vampire would be easier than three. She moved slowly but Marko and David didn’t move. Instead, they almost looked like they were arguing even though she couldn't hear them. 

Darcy didn’t care. She was getting the fuck out of there. 

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The Lost Girl

You just wanted to travel and forget all about the drama you left behind. You didn't expect to fall in with four boys who would become another family. Maybe more.

[Part Two of Three]

Author’s Note:  This is... terrible. As with everything I've written before, I lost interest in this idea. But since I posted part one, I NEEDED to post a part two. Unfortunately, this then turned into three parts, so I need to start writing that now. Joy -_- Words: 7.6K

In the privacy of the cave that was once a popular resort, you pace around the space as you poke at the burning wound on your shoulder. You can already see the venom from the bite poisoning the flesh around the wound and you grimace. "Fuck."

"What can we do?" Dwayne asks.

"Nothing."

Paul and Marko quickly ignite the barrels around the cave as David and Dwayne keep watch over you, and you pull your phone out from your back pocket, sighing with relief when you see you still have two bars of reception. Without meeting anyone's gaze, you find Klaus' contact and call him. The first call goes to voicemail, as does the second, third, and fourth.

"Answer the phone, Niklaus Mikaelson!" You hiss into a voicemail. Then finding Elijah's contact, you call him and sag with relief when you hear him pick up. "Where's your idiot brother?"

"Well hello to you too, Miss Gilbert."

"Elijah, I love you, but now is not the time. I'm on a time limit here. Where. Is. Your. Brother?"

The phone line goes quiet and then, "What happened?"

"A couple of werewolves decided to make camp in territory that doesn't belong to them." There was no beating around the bush. Not if you wanted the cure as soon as possible.

"We're on our way."

"Please hurry."

"Are you in a safe place? Does anyone know what you are?"

"Yeah. My new friends are vampires, but they're different. They're forced to sleep from sunup to sundown."

"Put them on."

"You're on speaker," you say as you press the speaker option.

"To whomever is listening, you need to prepare. YN's health will deteriorate very quickly, and she will hallucinate. She won't know who you are. Do you have a place away from innocent civilians?"

"Yes," David answers. "We're pretty well removed from the humans. At the bottom of Hudson's Bluff, there's an entrance into our home."

"Good. Niklaus and I will get there as quickly as we can. You might want to have chains on hand because YN will either try to harm herself or you. And YN? I know you hate it, but if they sleep while the sun is up, you need to give up your daylight ring so you can't leave."

"Figures." You sigh.

"We'll be there soon."

Elijah hangs up and you place your phone aside on an upturned crate. Pacing once more, you nervously fidget with your daylight ring that Elijah mentioned. You've never felt comfortable parting with it, but you know things are about to get crazy and you can't risk leaving the cave while the boys are sleeping.

"I haven't taken my ring off since it was given to me," you say. Hesitantly, you slip it off and glance at Dwayne. "If you lose it, I will murder you."

Dwayne doesn't even crack a smile, but he does accept the ring when you hold it out for him. He stares at it and then slips it onto his pinky. "You'll get this back as soon as you're cured."

"I know." You smile sadly at him and then meet the concerned gazes of Paul and Marko.

"Do we really need to chain you up?" Paul asks.

"It would be best."

"We're not chaining you up," Dwayne says. "What's the next option?"

"Nothing. If you leave me free, you need to barricade wherever it is you guys' sleep. I don't want to risk flipping my shit and thinking you're all threats when you can't defend yourself."

Marko nods. "We can do that. Anything else?"

"Yeah. Go out and feed. If shit hits the fan when you guys wake up, you're gonna want your full strength."

"We're not leaving you," Dwayne says.

At that, you smile softly. "I'll be fine right now. I'll clean off that mattress over there," you say while pointing to the mattress in question, "and try to get some sleep. It'll start off like a fast-acting flu before the craziness sets in."

Dwayne opens his mouth to retort, but David pulls rank. "She's right. Let's go."

Instead of arguing, Dwayne says, "Fine, but don't mess with that mattress and blanket. We can still access some of the rooms in this place, so we'll find you a better mattress."

"Okay."

As the four boys take their leave, you lay on the sofa and attempt to remain calm. You already know how this is going to go thanks to Rose and Damon being bit by a werewolf before, and you're dreading it.

. .

. .

The boys return hours later- Paul and Marko riding the high of a fuck and feed whereas David and Dwayne have yet to forget what's waiting for them in the cave. They immediately recognize something is off when Paul and Marko go quiet, and then hear Marko hesitantly calling out your name.

David and Dwayne rush into the main room to see you sitting on the couch, hunched over your knees with your hands clasped around your ears. But the moment Marko touches your uninjured shoulder, you snap. You hiss and grab Marko by the throat, moving so fast and pinning him to the couch you were just sitting on.

"Where's my brother?! Who are- what did you do with him?!"

"YN? YN it's me Marko. I don't-"

"Stop lying!"

"Grab her," David says.

Dwayne doesn't waste a second, flying over to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind. You buck and hiss in his hold, and he's surprised by the strength you possess even while injured. "She's burning up," he tells them.

"Holy shit. Have the hallucinations started already?" Paul asks, helping his stunned brother up.

Marko huffs. "Uh, yeah! Do you think any of us have ever met her brother?"

"Fair."

You continue to scream and thrash, and it isn't until David walks in front of you and grasps your face between his hands do you calm down. "YN. You're in Santa Carla, not Mystic Falls. None of us know who your brother is."

He can see when your mind clears, the glaze in your eyes dimming just a little.

"David..?"

"There you are." The blonde smirks as he releases your face. "I think you gave Marko a bit of a scare."

Your gaze darts to Marko who grins at you and then glance down at the arms banded around you. "What did I do?" You ask.

"Nothing much, girlie," Marko assures you. "I was just surprised by your strength."

"Dwayne?"

"You surprised him by pinning him to the couch. You didn't hurt him."

The moment you sag in Dwayne's hold, David instructs Marko and Paul to get your temporary room ready. Dwayne sets you on your feet, but he doesn't let you go. Instead, he sits on the couch and drags you down until you're sitting sideways on his lap.

"Everything hurts," you whine as you settle, resting your head on Dwayne's shoulder. "I just want it to stop."

"What can we do?"

"Nothing. Only the cure will stop it."

"What is the cure?" David asks. "You never said."

You hesitate to answer, but figure they're going to find out soon anyway. "It's Klaus' blood. It's why ninety-nine percent of infected vampires die. They either don't know there's a cure or Klaus refuses to give up his blood."

"So, he has the ability to infect and save a vampire with his bite and blood?"

Shivering, you nod.

"Did he ever bite you?" Dwayne asks. "When you were enemies?"

"No, but he did bite my friend Caroline. And then he saved her because he's in love with her."

Neither say anything and the only noise is that from Paul and Marko who are setting up your space. You continue to shake and whimper in Dwayne's hold, waiting until you can lay down. And then when it's all done, Dwayne stands and carries you over to the mattress.

"Sun's almost up. Do you need anything?"

"No." You curl up, dragging a sheet over yourself. "Just go and barricade yourselves in. If I somehow find you and you manage to wake up, snap my neck. I'll wake up eventually."

"Dibs on snapping-"

"We're not snapping her neck," Dwayne snarls at Paul. "Shut up."

Paul's eyes widen as Marko snickers at his misfortune. You manage a weak smile before letting your eyes drift close, and then the space darkens when the sheets around you are settled in place.

"You think she'll still be alive when we wake up?" Marko asks.

"Yes."

Dwayne stalks off and the boys watch him go. Only when he's out of earshot does David say, "For all of our sakes, those friends of hers better get here soon. I have a feeling Dwayne will brood for a long while if something happens to YN."

"Are mates real?" Paul suddenly wonders. "Because as far as I know, Dwayne and YN haven't even kissed, and our boy is protective and possessive."

David chuckles. "Who knows. Now come on. Sun's here."

As soon as the words leave David's mouth, shafts of sunlight start filtering in, and the boys make a beeline for the tunnel that leads to their own sleeping quarters.

The moment the sun dips below the horizon and the Lost Boys' eyes snap open, none of them waste another second hanging upside down. They fly down and rush towards the main room but hesitate by the opening of the tunnel to listen for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing seems amiss, so they head on out.

One by one, the vampires spread out with Dwayne heading towards YN's sleeping space. He pulls back the sheets and what he finds has the breath stilling in his lungs. YN lays there, paler than ever with sweat slicked skin. There are dark circles beneath her eyes, and it appears as if she's barely breathing.

"Find her phone. Call her friends. Now!" David barks.

Paul and Marko immediately go on the hunt and Dwayne steps onto the mattress, lowering himself down next to her. "..YN?"

With your peaceful slumber interrupted, your eyes flutter open, but readily fall back shut, and you whine as you register the pain your body is in. "Noooo."

"You gotta get up, sweetheart."

"S'too late. You should go. Don't need to see this." You weakly push at the hand smoothing hair from your forehead. "Go."

"No."

Tears gather behind your eyelids, and you manage to open them to get one last look. You sigh at seeing Dwayne's anguished features and then turn your head, only to find David and the others standing where your sheets once hung. "Thank you. For taking me in," you mumble. "I forgot what it felt like to have people treat me with decency."

"You're talking like you're dyin', girlie," Paul muses. "You ain't goin' nowhere. Not if we have any say so in the matter."

You manage a weak smile before you let your eyes fall shut. "If only.."

"Hey. Hey, no. Open your eyes." Dwayne lifts your upper body, moving behind you to cradle you between his thighs and against his chest. "Open your eyes, YN."

"Stop, Dwayne. Please." Being jostled makes you whimper even more. "It hurts too much."

"Your friends will be here soon."

"Will they?" Your head falls back until it's resting on Dwayne's shoulder, and you open your eyes to see him. You weakly reach up, fingers caressing his jaw as you attempt to smile. "We would have annoyed the others so much."

"We still can."

"Maybe in our next life."

"Well, that's a bit dramatic." The boys all hiss at the accented voice and you choke on a sob. "And here I thought your sister Elena was the best actress in the Gilbert family."

"Klaus."

"Hello, love. You look unwell."

You frown. "I feel like shit."

"Language, Miss Gilbert."

Your gaze slides to Klaus' left and you smile. "Hello, Elijah."

Elijah smiles at you and then turns his attention to his brother. "Please heal Miss Gilbert so that we may convene elsewhere. No offense to your living situation," he then says while nodding at David.

You snort and then groan, and Klaus finally takes pity on you. He pulls something out of his pocket and then tosses it at Dwayne. "Help her drink that."

Dwayne catches a vial in hand, notices the thick red liquid inside, and quickly uncorks it. He holds the vial to your lips, and you readily drink Klaus' blood. You take a moment to catch your breath afterward, groaning as you push yourself to sit up. "Sooo, that was fun. Let's not do it again." Paul and Marko laugh, and then you twist your upper body a little to look at Dwayne. "Aren't you glad I didn't die?"

"I knew you wouldn't."

"Yeah, yeah. Now help me up. I feel gross and need to go back to my hotel to shower." Dwayne hurriedly climbs to his feet, offering you a hand up. You groan some more, stretching and grimacing now that you're no longer horizontal.

"So, like are you healed now?" Paul asks.

"Pretty much. I just need a good shower, a bite to eat, and to listen to my gut instinct and not follow David into the woods to hunt a goddamn werewolf."

Paul and Marko snicker as Elijah and Klaus turn towards the blonde in question. He lazily smirks, uncaring that the most feared vampire and hybrid are staring him down. "You might have followed me into the woods, but you tackled that wolf off of Dwayne when it had him pinned."

Klaus groans and Elijah shakes his head. "We should have known."

"Oh whatever." You avoid everyone's stare except for Dwayne's. "Thanks for tucking me and not leaving when I said so." You wink at him. "I'll meet you on the boardwalk in half an hour."

. .

. .

It doesn't take you long whatsoever to shower, change, and guzzle down a couple blood bags that Elijah had taken the liberty to retrieve for you.

"Well, you look awfully dressed up for this deranged little town," Klaus says.

You smirk and give a little twirl, the skirt of your dress flaring out just above your knees. "Well, I gotta make up for how I looked just an hour ago."

"You really like this vampire, don't you?" Elijah wonders.

You shrug, suddenly bashful as you hunt down your cropped leather jacket. "I mean, he's nice."

Klaus snorts. "Nice doesn't catch your attention, sweetheart. Try again."

Slipping into your jacket, you quietly groan. "He's.. protective. And mine. And if anyone hurts him or his brothers, I will hurt them back."

When you meet the brothers' stare, you find them both smiling at you.

"It's about time you found someone," Elijah says. "Niklaus and I were starting to worry."

"Of course, you were." Your eyes roll, but you're still smiling fondly. "Now can we go? I also want human food now."

You, Elijah, and Klaus run to the boardwalk, blending in with the nightlife so no one sees you appear from between one blink and the next. The boardwalk brings a smile to your face, especially when the Mikaelson's look so out of place.

It isn't hard to find the Lost Boys since you know their usual hangouts and make a beeline for them leaning against the railing near their motorbikes. There are a few girls hanging around them, Paul and Marko eating the attention up and stringing along the poor girls with eyes for them. David and Dwayne, however, seem wholly uninterested in the two girls vying for their attention and you smile mischievously.

You saunter in Dwayne's direction, making sure to catch his gaze as you only have eyes for him. His eyes seem to pass over you before quickly flickering back and the moment his lips curve into a smile, you laugh. The girl who'd been standing too close in order to speak with him looks in your direction, frowning, but you completely ignore her. You walk right up to Dwayne, hands sliding around his bare waist under his jacket as you lean up on the tips of your toes to capture his lips in a kiss. He smiles against your mouth, immediately kissing you back as his own arms wrap around your waist to pull you against him.

The wolf-whistles and jeers from his brothers do nothing to deter you, nor does Elijah and Klaus' presence.

"Uh, excuse me?" The feminine voice interrupting you makes you mentally snarl.

You pull back and glance at the female for a second. "You're excused."

"We were talking."

"No, you were talking, and he was waiting for me. Now run along, little girl. Your presence isn't needed."

"Y'ow! That was cold, girlie." Paul calls out.

You wink at Paul and then look back at Dwayne. Lifting your left hand, you wiggle your empty ring finger. "I believe you have something of mine."

Dwayne smirks as he pulls your daylight ring off his pinky, sensually sliding your ring back into its rightful place. When it's settled on your finger, you chuckle before chastely kissing him again.

The girl who'd been vying for David's attention is apparently the smartest of the bunch and she readily rounds up her girls to walk off. Paul and Marko mockingly wave at them as they scoff at you still in Dwayne's arms, and you press a kiss to his bare chest before stepping aside and tucking yourself under his arm.

"Well, you're feeling better," David drawls.

"Mhm. Nothing like a little blood to perk one right back up."

The Lost Boys all chuckle but leave it to a Mikaelson to bring your mood back down.

"Well since you're in good spirits," Elijah says and your smile drops.

"Elijah, no."

"Your family is growing impatient with your prolonged absence."

You groan. "Have they gotten Bonnie to track me?"

"Yes, but fortunately I thought about that in advance and have had you under a cloaking spell for quite some time now," Klaus says with a smirk. "They're not very happy with me at the moment."

"They never are," you muse. After a moment, you sigh a little as you lean more into Dwayne. "I'm gonna have to visit, aren't I? Just to shut them up."

"Yes."

"When do we leave?"

"As soon as our witch gets your new friends their daylight jewelry."

Klaus and Elijah smirk as it takes a moment for their words to sink in. And when they do, you jerk out of Dwayne's hold. "Wait, what?! You're getting them-"

Klaus shrugs as if it's no big deal. "It's more for me than it is for you. No one other than Elijah and I know your new friends are a different breed of vampires. It'll be a nice surprise when Damon steps out of line."

You huff a laugh and then face the boys. "Would you guys even be interested in leaving Santa Carla for a bit if the jewelry works?"

"Uh, hell yes," Paul blurts.

Marko eagerly nods, Dwayne shrugs, and David frowns.

"We can't leave Santa Carla unprotected. If we do, other vampires are likely to move in."

"Fear not, I'll have some associates stay behind to make sure that doesn't happen," Klaus says. "And they'll even hunt down the wolf who bit YN, and any others trespassing since I'm assuming you boys run the entire city."

David doesn't seem too impressed, but with Paul and Marko overly eager, you can see that he doesn't want to squash their fun. "Are you sure these daylight rings will work for us?" He asks, looking at Elijah and Klaus.

"Yes. Though we figured rings wouldn't fit your aesthetic, so we have leather bracelets being fitted with the spelled stone. They should be ready in a day or two since the witch has to tweak the spell a bit."

"Well okay then."

"Yes!" You beam. Quickly grabbing hold of Dwayne's hand, you start tugging him away from the group. "So, while you all come up with a plan for our departure, Dwayne and I are going to go for a walk. Near death experience and all that, so I'm feeling a little bit foolish."

Elijah and Klaus immediately scowl, and you wink. "Love you, boys. Don't murder my friends."

Dwayne laughs as you hurriedly tug him away then, disappearing into the crowd of locals and tourists. You drag him past all the rides and booths, heading for a small, darkened pier. You lead him towards the very end, turning your back on the ocean and facing Dwayne as you lean against the railing. "Hi," you muse.

"Hi." He steps closer, caging you against the railing as he leans his head down to press a kiss to your forehead. "Glad to see you're not on death's door anymore."

"Feels good not to be on death's door anymore." You laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist so you're hugging him. "So, are you ready to get out of Santa Carla for a few days?"

"Depends. Do you think these bracelets will work?"

"Yes. The witches aren't dumb enough to double cross the Mikaelson's."

"Mhm. And what should we expect in Mystic Falls? What should I expect in Mystic Falls?"

You slowly grin. "Is this your way of asking if I left anyone behind, Dwayne?"

"Yes."

"God, I love that you're so blunt." You quickly lean up to peck his lips. "And no. I didn't leave anyone behind. I'm older than my sister's friend group, so I didn't go there with any of the boys. I almost had a fling with Damon, but I refused to play into his games when I realized he was doing anything to rile up my sister and his brother. And then there's that whole thing that happened with Caroline, and I've never forgiven him for it. I don't know how my sister managed to look past it."

"What thing?"

"Damon lured Caroline to bed, using her to feed and fuck. Sometimes, he'd show her what he was and practically brutalize her before compelling her to forget and then do it all over again the next night. He pretty much raped her and now my sister believes he's the love of her life."

Dwayne scowls. "She the girl that turned the same night as you?"

"Yep. She knocked him on his ass when all her memories returned, but she was just expected to fall in line and treat him as a friend when all was said and done."

"That's messed up."

"Yeah." You heave a sigh, shrugging. "Their whole friend group is toxic as hell which was the main motivator for me getting the hell out of there. And now I gotta return so they know I'm alive and well, so they can stop blaming Elijah and Klaus for anything."

"If this Damon guy so much as looks at you wrong..."

"Then I give full permission to snap his neck or rough him up some. Just don't kill him because then I'll never hear the end of it."

"No promises."

You laugh and kiss him once more. "Fair enough. Now let's go do some gross couple-y shit and piss off a few humans before we're stuck with your brothers and my family for a week."

It took nearly two days for Klaus' witch to pull through, delivering the bracelets to your hotel suite that the Mikaelson's had been staying in with you. The three of you then left for the cave where Klaus urged you to wake your friends before the sun set so they could try their bracelets. They'd been none too happy to be woken, but all too eager to try the bracelets once you told them they were done.

Paul, being the guinea pig, put his bracelet on and cautiously held his hand in a ray of sunlight. When his hand didn't smoke or burst into flames, he stepped fully into the light and held his breath before letting out a whoop of delight.

Another perk that came with the bracelet was that once the bracelets had been secured around their wrists, they all noticed that they weren't fatigued by the sun anymore. The lost boys took great pleasure in leaving the cave and standing atop Hudson's Bluff in broad daylight, and then Klaus urged everyone to hurry because Santa Carla was very much beneath him.

While Klaus called some contacts to be stationed around the little town, while also giving them the task of hunting down any werewolf in Santa Carla, you let your hotel know that you'd be gone for a week. Elijah assured the boys they'd have everything once they reached Mystic Falls, and then it wasn't long until everyone was loaded up onto a private jet.

. .

. .

There's a large SUV waiting at the airport just outside of Mystic Falls and you all pile in with Elijah getting behind the wheel. And instead of driving straight to their home, Elijah drives through the town so the boys can see just exactly where it is you came from.

"Everything's so.. clean," Marko muses as he stares out a window.

"I can't believe you grew up here," Paul then adds. "These people aren't gonna chase us out of town with pitchforks and torches, are they?"

You laugh. "Not the humans, but my family and friends will most definitely try."

Klaus points out the Mystic Grill and that it'll be where everyone will make their grand entrance after the boys don appropriate attire. And then it's off to their precious mansion and you take great joy in the boys' impressed expressions upon seeing it for the first time.

"Max's beach house has nothing on this house," Paul says in awe.

"You know where your room is, Miss Gilbert," Elijah says as you enter the foyer of the mansion. And with a lingering stare and then a sigh, he adds, "And if your beau wants to stay with you, that's fine with us." You meet Dwayne's stare and wiggle your eyebrows, earning a smile and nod in return. "As for the rest of you, please follow me so we can get you situated."

"Shower and change," Klaus calls out on his way towards his studio. "The fun begins in one hour."

Dwayne follows you to your room as Elijah shows everyone else to theirs. He walks in behind you, taking in the extravagant room and lavish decor. Dwayne's eyebrow arches. "You grew up like this?"

You chuckle as you open a closet to choose an outfit for yourself. "No. The Mikaelson's are filthy rich compared to everyone in this town. I lived in a much smaller, less fancy house."

"Yet you're completely at home here."

"When you meet my sister and her friends later, you'll understand why I've spent so much time here." You pull out an outfit and turn towards Dwayne. "Now go shower while I get Elijah to deliver whatever clothes he has for you. I'll shower in Rebekah's room."

"Or we can shower together."

"Absolutely not!" You hear Klaus' shout all the way from downstairs.

Laughing, you nudge Dwayne towards the shower and then go in search of Elijah. You ask for Dwayne's clothing to be delivered to your room while you use Rebekah's shower. You hurriedly shower and change, and when you exit you find Rebekah waiting on her bed.

"So who's the riff raff?" She asks.

"Hello to you too, Bex," you muse. At her expectant expression, you say, "They're my new friends."

"Sex friends?" She wiggles her eyebrows.

"Ew. No." You pause a beat and then, "Well.."

"I knew it. Which one is it?"

"Dwayne. He's showering in my room so I don't think you've seen him. And unfortunately, there's been no sex. Not yet at least."

She grins. "Where did you meet them?"

"Santa Carla. It's where I've been staying and plan to stay now," you admit. "They, uh, they're vampires. Not our kind, but the kind that look truly monstrous when their faces change. And they can fly."

"Well, that's interesting."

"Not as interesting as the fact that we're not telling anyone what they are unless they have to intervene in some drama."

Rebekah's eyes light up and you laugh at her sudden interest. "So what's the plan?"

"We're all going to the Grill just so everyone can see that I'm alive and well, and that your brother isn't keeping me in a dungeon somewhere. We'll probably be here for a week before we go back to California."

"Excellent. We're having a party."

"No."

"Can it be one of those fancy parties?" You startle at the voice, turning to see Paul and Marko standing in the doorway. "We really want to see YN in a poofy dress."

"Absolutely not."

"Ohhhh. A ball!"

You sigh, knowing it's a losing battle. You glare at your friends, but then take a moment to take in what you're actually seeing. Without the dirty jeans, mesh shirts, and tattered jackets, the boys actually look pretty decent. Marko kept his hair the same, but you were surprised to see Paul's hair in a messy bun. Both wore stylish ripped skinny jeans, band tees, and Doc Martens. "You boys clean up well."

Marko smirks. "You should see David."

When your brain reboots, you hurriedly step into your own shoes before rushing down the stairs with the laughing boys behind you. You find Elijah and David in the kitchen, most likely drinking blood from a mug since Elijah made it clear there was no killing within the town limits, and gape. David stands there in a burgundy dress shirt with the top two buttons left open, a black winter peacoat with its collar popped, fitted jeans, and brown boots.

"Keep staring like that and Dwayne will get jealous."

Your jaw clicks shut and then you can't help but laugh. "Enjoying the fresh clothes?"

"It's better than using the clothes of our victims."

You catch sight of Rebekah's nose wrinkling and you laugh. "Yeah. Definitely better than stealing from the dead."

You properly introduce Rebekah to David, Paul, and Marko, and let them chat as she asks to see their vampire face. Paul happily obliges and even the blonde Original is impressed with the difference between your breed of vampires. Klaus soon joins the group, and you're all enjoying warmed up blood from the fridge when you see Dwayne enter from the corner of your eye.

Turning to face him, your gaze sweeps along him from head to toe. He's in a white dress shirt that's been left unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, snug faded jeans resting on his hips, and black boots adoring his feet. His hair has been pulled into a ponytail, only on the last loop through he didn't pull his hair all the way through and left the strands trapped so it's all hanging above his neck still.

And holy hell does he look good.

"Maybe telling you boys to shower was a mistake." Rebekah snorts at your ogling and you snap out of it before making your way to Dwayne. "Hi." You kiss his cheek. "You look nice."

"Right back at 'ya."

"As bloody adorable as you two are," Rebekah says, "can we go? It's been a while since I've annoyed your friends."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go."

Rebekah isn't too keen on squishing herself between two strangers, so she takes her own vehicle. And not wanting her to drive alone, you grab Dwayne's hand and lead him along until you're pushing him towards the backseat of her car while climbing into the passenger seat yourself. He's quiet on the drive, but listens as Rebekah asks you about your travels.

When Rebekah finally parks at Mystic Grill, you get out and immediately wrap your hand around Dwayne's. You're giddy as you get closer to the front entrance, ignoring Rebekah's teasing. Then upon entering the establishment, you scan the place for Elijah or Klaus or the other boys. And a moment later, Paul's eager waving from the back catches your attention.

Rebekah saunters her way through Mystic Grill while you and Dwayne follow. They've pushed three tables together with Elijah and Klaus sitting on either end. Paul and Marko are sitting across from each other, closest to Klaus, and David is sitting near Elijah. Rebekah chooses the seat across from David, closest to Elijah, which forces you and Dwayne to sit across from one another instead of side by side.

Elijah tells the table to order whatever they want, and there's a mad scramble for the menus when a handful are dropped off.

"YN?"

You glance up and over your shoulder, and smile politely at the blonde haired, blue eyed ex-boyfriend of your sister. "Hey, Matty. Long time no see."

He smiles, but then that smile falters when he notices the company you're keeping. "Are you, uh, are you good?"

"Never been better," you muse. "And you?"

"It's Mystic Falls." He shrugs. "You know how it is."

"Yeah. I do."

A beat passes and then Matt clears his throat. "So what can I get everyone to drink?"

Elijah, Klaus, and David all get bourbon, Rebekah and Dwayne get sweet tea, Marko gets lemonade, and you and Paul order Coke.

As Matt takes his leave, Rebekah starts to chuckle. "Well if your sister didn't know you were in town, she will now."

"I know," you groan. "I know we're here to ruffle some feathers, but I was hoping we would be able to eat in peace."

"Are they really that bad?" Marko asks.

You shrug. "If Damon wasn't involved, it would be tense but a decent time. But since Damon will be involved, he'll do his best to antagonize one or all of the Mikaelson's. Maybe even you guys since you're new and friends of mine."

"Well we do love some good verbal spars." Paul wiggles his eyebrows and you playfully roll your eyes.

Matt soon returns with the drinks and then takes everyone's order. Elijah and Klaus don't want any food, but all the lost boys order cheeseburgers and fries whereas you and Rebekah opt for chicken wraps and a basket of cheese fries each.

You barely have a moment to relax before your name's being called again and you mentally groan. Turning in your seat, you plaster on a friendly smile. "Hey, sis."

Elena stands there, happy yet anxious as she takes in those you're sitting with. "When did you get in?"

As she takes a step closer, you stand and awkwardly hug her. "Earlier today," you say. "Made some friends and what not, and thought I'd show them where I grew up."

"So you picked up some stragglers and thought it was a good idea to show them where you live?"

Your gaze slides to the right and you sigh. "Lived. Past tense. And hello to you too, Damon."

Damon smirks, blue eyes sparkling with a little malice as Elena stammers. "L-Lived? What are you talking about?"

You shrug. "Mystic Falls isn't that great of a fit for me anymore, so I found a place that was."

"So where do you live now?"

"Out of state."

"YN." Elena frowns. "I don't really think-"

"Drop it, Elena." You shake your head at her. "I'm the older sister here. If I wanna settle elsewhere, I will."

"But-"

"Elena."

Elena frowns, but wisely shuts her mouth, and Damon gestures to the side with his head. "As adorable as this squabble is, maybe we should take this outside. Family business and all."

"Funny. Last I checked, you are a Salvatore and these two lovely ladies are Gilberts," Elijah drawls.

Damon's smirk falls. "Stay out of it, Mikaelson."

Paul and Marko snicker as David and Klaus grin, but Dwayne is watching the conversation rather closely.

You roll your eyes with a sigh and stand up. "Whatever. I'm not going outside though. I'm starving and Matt will be back with our food any minute now."

You walk towards the hallway where the bathrooms are, leaning against the wall. Elena and Damon are on your heels, and they don't waste a second laying into you.

"What the hell, YN? You disappear for a year and then come back, only to let me know you're not even living here anymore?" Elena says.

"We're not children anymore. I don't have to run my relocation past you."

She gapes. "Well, no, but-"

"But nothing."

"Knock off the attitude," Damon says through gritted teeth. "We get that you think you're important because the Mikaelson's are manipulating you, but enough is enough. It's time to stop playing nice with the enemy and come home to your family like a good little girl."

You hiss in Damon's direction, taking a step towards him. "Last I checked, you're not family. Shut up and wait outside like the good little lap dog you are."

"YN!"

Before you can blink, a hand is around your throat and you're being shoved back into the wall. "Careful, YN. I might not be able to make your life difficult with the Mikaelson's, but you brought four brand new, very fragile guys into the mix."

"Damon, stop."

"I'll have no problem picking them off one by one until you behave."

Instead of rising to the bait, you slowly smirk at him. "I'd like to see you try."

"Am I interrupting?"

You, Elena, and Damon turn towards the open end of the hallway, and you smile at the sight of Dwayne. A very tense Dwayne. "Hi, baby," you coo. "And no, you're not. Is our food at the table?"

"Yes."

"I'll be right there." Dwayne glares at Damon before giving you a nod, and then he turns to walk away. As soon as he's out of sight, you reach up and grab onto Damon's wrist, yanking his hand from your neck and snapping his wrist. He hisses in pain and Elena gasps. "Touch me again and it'll be your neck I snap next," you snarl.

He sneers right back at you. "You have a weakness. Good to know."

"You go after him and I will fucking kill you," you suddenly seethe, fangs elongating in your sudden spike of anger. Then looking at your sister, you say, "If any of my friends are hurt by the hands of your little boy toy, we are done. For good. And given what we are, dear sister, that's a long time to have no contact with your only sister."

Elena sadly shakes her head. "You've changed."

"You're damn right I have. You and your enemies made me into the person I am today. I am done being talked down to and being walked all over. You have a problem, fix it yourself. Stop playing the woe is me card and deal with your life as it is. You wanted to lay with vampires? Well congratulations, Elena, you're laying with vampires and dealing with all the issues that come with the life you chose."

"I didn't want this!"

"Of course you did," you drawl. "Otherwise you would have turned the other way when Stefan let the vampire secret out of the bag. Now if you'll excuse me, I got a meal to eat and friends to show around."

You slam your shoulder into Damon on your way out of the hall, shaking your head in amusement when you catch sight of every Mikaelson and lost boy already staring at you. Paul has moved next to Marko, leaving the spot next to Dwayne empty for you.

"You good?" Dwayne asks as soon as you sit down.

"Peachy." Under the table, Dwayne pulls your chair closer to his and lays a hand rather possessively atop your thigh. You grin. "Now can we eat? I'm starving."

The first night back in Mystic Falls is fairly quiet. Your only run-ins were with Damon and Elena, but you did get text messages from Jeremy, Caroline, and Bonnie. Your brother and friends seem excited to know you're back in town, but explain their surprise with your sudden move. Jeremy tries to not so discreetly discover where you're now living, but you don't give up the location. You just tell them all that you're happy and you rather not say where you're living because Damon will do anything and everything to drag you back to Mystic Falls the moment something displeases Elena.

And the fact that none of them argue your point lets you know that they completely understand.

You and Rebekah then got to show the boys Mystic Falls at night, letting them see just how drastically different your hometown is compared to Santa Carla.

The boys, thankfully, don't cause any issues and your first night is easy.

Your second day in Mystic Falls, however, is proving to be testing your patience.

"I. Do. Not. Want. A. Birthday. Party."

"Too bad." Rebekah smirks. "We're throwing you one."

"You're my least favorite Mikaelson." Turning around, you sigh and pout. "Elijah, tell your sister no party."

"Sorry, Miss Gilbert. No can do."

"You're no fun. Klaus?"

Klaus merely smirks, attention never wavering from the canvas he's been painting his next masterpiece on.

"So, is this going to be a party party? Or a fancy party? I was digging those poofy dresses I saw in YN's phone," Paul muses.

Rebekah gasps as she perks up, and you groan. You'd hope they'd forgotten about that.

"No ball!" You snap. "I can deal with pretty dresses and suits, but nothing too fancy."

Rebekah immediately pouts, but she gives in fairly easily. "Fine. Then I'm inviting anyone and everyone."

"Fine."

"And your boys have to wear suits."

"Duh. If I'm dressing up, so are they."

"And cutting their hair."

"Absolutely not."

"Yes." Rebekah scowls. "Mullets are gross."

You shrug. "I don't disagree, but Marko and David somehow manage to pull it off."

"They need to go."

"Nope. Paul and Dwayne can do with a trim, but you're not touching the mullets."

"YN."

"Rebekah."

"They're gross."

"It's their style."

"Elijah!"

"Klaus!"

Both you and Rebekah, who'd managed to end up toe to toe in your back and forth, turn to look at her brothers. But instead of just finding the two of them, you find the lost boys watching along with amusement dancing in their eyes.

You and Rebekah both roll your eyes then, huffing simultaneously, which earns laughter in return.

"So, are we talking a live band or a DJ?" She then asks, ignoring all the men in the room.

"DJ, definitely."

"Food?"

"Anything small that can be eaten by hand."

As you and Rebekah walk off to plan, Elijah stares at the boys and stands. "Well since we're throwing a party, we must be fitted for new suits. Let's go, boys."

Paul whoops, but his delight only lasts as long as it takes for Klaus to remind him that he has to get his hair trimmed.

. .

. .

After spending the day planning a party with Rebekah and brainstorming what kind of dress you're looking for, you can finally call it a night after Klaus tells you not to wait up. Both he and Elijah have kept the boys out and about, none of them complaining because they're still awed about being able to be walking around in the sunlight annoying people that Klaus doesn't care for.

After showering and slipping into a tank top and pajama shorts, you lay in bed while scrolling through social media. You hear when all the men/boys return and can't help but smile when you hear Elijah's exasperation with his brother over telling a rather bawdy joke to your friends.

Then it isn't long until Dwayne enters your room and you put your phone down as he takes a clothing bag to hang in the closet. "Have fun?" You muse.

He gives you a deadpan look over his shoulder and you laugh. Dwayne then toes off his boots, sliding into the bed next to you with a quiet groan. "You know, I always wondered what it'd be like to have money." He drapes his arm over your stomach, dragging you closer to him so his nose is pressed to your temple as he breathes you in.

"And…?"

"It's insane. Klaus was compelling everyone to get what he wanted, but Elijah was just dropping bills left and right without a care in the world."

You turn your head and kiss the underside of his jaw. "No drama?"

"We ran into that Damon guy and his own brother. They kept dropping not so subtle hints that Elijah and Klaus were dangerous individuals, and he wouldn't be surprised if our bodies were found in the woods sooner rather than later."

You snort with laughter. "And what did you guys say in return?"

His lips twitch. "Klaus pretended to compel us all, fed off Paul, and told them to mind their business. I thought that Stefan guy was about to blow a vein when Damon gritted his teeth and mentioned that we were important to you."

"Please tell me Klaus' bite didn't poison Paul," you grumble.

"Nah. That was the only upside of the night. We found that a werewolf's bite doesn't affect us like it did you. Elijah's impressed and is going to look into our breed of vampire."

"Well that's good, I guess. Did everyone get fitted?"

"Yeah, we're all good."

"Good." You scoot up and kiss square on the lips. "Now go shower and change into something more comfortable than jeans. I'm in the mood for some cuddles."

Dwayne grins and kisses you again, lingering a little longer and leaving you breathless after scraping his fangs along your bottom lip. "Just cuddles?"

"Hmm? No," you answer in a bit of a daze. "Definitely not. Now hurry up."

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[oldestenemy]

through another lens - a bit of friendly advice

When morning comes, it is to a perceivably empty house.

Mom is already on her way to work.

Grandpa is…probably still asleep.

And Michael is nowhere to be found, again.

Sam wishes he would just stay put for once.

But he doesn’t have time for those worries, he’s got possibly the longest day of his life coming up soon. His last phone call with the Frogs had ended in them deciding on an attack near midday on Friday, giving them one more day to prepare.

“How’s your brother doing, Sam?” Alan always seems a little more levelheaded than Edgar does. Sam appreciates that, even if he’s doubting their expertise more with every interaction.

“I think he’s doing better, and he knows about Max—” Sam explains that Michael confirmed Max’s status as the local head vampire, and that the group he’d fallen in with were all still half, like he was.

“Great,” Edgar mutters “We get to save a whole street gang.” There is a heavy dose of sarcasm in his words, and he’s glaring at Sam while he peels garlic and stuffs it with some difficulty into the cavity of a squirt gun.

“Man—come on, there’s a little kid involved.” Sam tries to reason, “We could be reuiniting a family!”

“Who knows how long that kid has been missing, Sam. His family probably think he’s dead. Every bloodsucker is a threat, half or not, little kid or not.”

That doesn’t inspire a lot of confidence towards thinking the Frogs aren’t going to try and kill his brother the second they see him. Sam just hopes they can get this mess over with before there is ever a risk of that happening.

Barnard Emerson is no fool.

He knows damn well what his daughter and grandsons have gotten themselves mixed up in, and he’s got no interest in letting it continue. He was an old man who had made a few less than ideal choices in his now stagnating age, but that didn’t mean he was about to let his whole living family do the same.

He’ll have to live with knowing Michael made his own choices.

That’s alright.

The boy is smart enough not to get himself killed, and that’s the important thing.

“Sam.” Barnard’s youngest grandson visibly jumps at the sound of his voice, which is normal, he’s very light on his feet even well into his late seventies.

“Yeah, grandpa?”

“You remember what I told you yesterday?”

Sam blinks at him, mouth partially open like a dumbstruck chipmunk. “Yeah?” It comes out slow, a syllable for every letter.

“Good. Thought you should know, garlic don’t work like that.” Some part of him does enjoy watching the confusion turn into surprise into frustration and annoyance. “You got some bad information, boy.”

“You… know?”

“I’ve lived in Santa Carla for near fifty years, and there’s a reason I don’t go near the town.”

Sam still isn’t quite looking at him, eyes narrowed in focused thought. “Were you trying to warn us? When you said—”

“—I wasn’t trying to do nothing. But your mother and your brother got swept into the wrong places before any of you even settled in.” Between the dinner fiasco and the disappearing every other night and the day-shift only video store hours and the goddamn salt trail he’d had to clean up. “You’re in over your head. All three of you.”

Sam swallows visibly, “I—we—the Frogs and I have a plan—”

“—I ain’t letting you get yourself killed, Sam.”

“So help us!”

Barnard Emerson chuckles at that and nods towards his studio for Sam to follow him. The least he can do is arm the boy and his friends, get them where they need to be. And while he is an old man, he’s not often the type to do the least. If Sam is really intent on finishing this, he’s not doing it alone (and those comic book boys he’s been hanging around with can’t seem to tell the sharp end of a stake from the blunt).

One more.

One more hunt and he could forget this whole business.

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[prepare4trouble]

Lost Boys fanfic - Crush

Archive warning: No archive warnings apply

Categories: Gen, m/m (but totally G rated)

Relationships: Sam Emerson/Edgar Frog, Alan Frog & Edgar Frog

Additional tags: Getting To Know Each Other, No Sex, barely even any romance, Just friends getting closer, Crushes, Teen Crush, Idiots in Love, Underage Drinking

Word count: 4725

Synopsis: Set shortly after the movie. Feelings begin to develop. Unfortunately Sam and Edgar are both too awkward and unsure of themselves to do anything about it.

“You like it, don’t you,” Alan said one night. They were closing up the shop, pushing the outside display boxes inside for safety.

“Like what?”

Alan gave the box a final shove to get it inside the store, then pulled out the key from his pocket and started to lock up. Outside, the rest of the boardwalk was shutting down for the night too. Most of the rides stood silent and the final few tourists were making their way back to their hotels and rooms.

“I like what, Alan?” Edgar repeated.

“Sam. You like that he likes you.”

Edgar rolled his eyes. “He’s my friend,” he said. “He’s your friend too. I think that means he likes us both.”

Alan flicked off the light and walked through the store into the kitchen and living area beyond. Edgar followed him.

“He definitely likes you more,” Alan said.

“Maybe that’s ‘cause I’m not constantly analyzing everything.”

Alan’s eyes glinted, reflected light from the boardwalk. “You like it,” he repeated.

Edgar shrugged. “So what if I do? It’s nice to be noticed.”

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[lostgirlfandom]

Lost Boys Masterlist

David

Marko

Paul

Dwayne

Poly!Boys

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[m0chisenpai]

Sweet Temptation

The lost boys 1987 Michael emerson x black!countess!reader, lost boys x black!countess!reader word count: 760 warnings: slight nsfw

Michael remembers the first night he saw her in his dreams. The very first dream left him breathless. He felt like he was floating on air, swaddled in the soft gentle cotton of clouds.

At first he wanted to feel bad after seeing that mysterious brunette on the deck. Why was he seeing this nymph-like creature in his dreams? And why could he not see her face? These were his dreams right?

A figure came from the shadows of his room draped in silk, a veil seemed to cover her face but as she approached he felt no fear. She sat beside his still figure, her legs curl up as she lie on her side facing Michael who can only watch with glassy eyes. Allowing her fingers to slowly caress up his arms to rest on his neck. Her fingers gently held him and pulled him from this stillness to be at eye level with her, closer now.

He couldn’t speak, but she did. “Beautiful boy…” her thumb traced his lips as she leaned closer, resting her head in the nook of his head and shoulder. It whispered again “beautiful boy.” His eyes fluttered shut as her fingers dove into his unruly curls, her claws scraping gently into his scalp, and then he was awake. 

Awake, flushed, and looking for any trace and evidence of this dream being a hallucination of the 'herbs' his crazy grandfather grew in the kitchen.

It happened again, then again. Night after night this figure draped in red silk bathed in the pale moonlight tormented his dreams. She was so close yet so far and her touch left him on fire each morning.

Pressing herself closer and closer to Michael. Caressing him, lulling him into deep sleep. Whispering sweet nothings into his ear till the point where during the waking hours he would swear he heard her voice, only it was as though she were THERE.

He wanted her to swallow him whole, caution be damned. He didn’t care what he had to give up if all he could have was you in the end of it all. He'd carve his heart out and give it to you if that meant he could dream forever of being in your gentle arms.

Soon Star began to bleed into the nights as well.

She would be seated atop Michael, wearing one of those flowing skirts with a top that revealed the smooth skin of her belly. The red figure would step out like always, but this time she would curl herself around Star.

Her hands would slowly slide themselves up the curve of her waist, past her breasts to curl around the gasping brunette. Her head would fall back on the veiled figure's shoulder and should the veil fall off right now it would be mouthing at Star’s neck.

Were her lips as red as the blood red veil? 

What would happen if he mustered the strength to rip that damned veil from her face?

Part of him feared if he did she would stop coming back, and take Star with her. So he lets his hands settle on her thighs, unmoving.

He found himself tonight on the boardwalk following her voice, swearing he saw a flash of red or curly brown hair in the night's wind. He shooed Sam away claiming to see a friend and pushed aimlessly through the slew of board walkers and surfers. It felt like her lips were against his ear guiding him blindly in the night. 

But to his misfortune she was nowhere in sight. And just as her voice was there, it curled and disappeared into the cool summer breeze.

Unknown to him the boys watched on, their leering gazes watched the poor boy stumble in the night. They had him right where they needed. And they lured him in, with promises. Promises of freedom, a life of his own, anything his heart desired.

David saw this as he sat beside the boy amidst his boy's chaos of the night. Michael was on edge, it felt like something was nagging in the back of his mind. Was it because last night he hadn’t dreamed? He tried sleeping through the day, and all he got was the inky blackness of his eyelids.

He won't admit that he'd hit rock bottom when he clawed through his grandpa's medicine cabinet and to his surprise found NO sleeping pills. And in his fit of rage ripped the cabinet off from the wall, catching the flash of yellow eyes and enlarged canines that bared in his angry reflection.

He told his mother that the thing fell off, probably from how old the house was and bolted off to cool down.

“What’s wrong, Michael?” the blonde drawled as his chopsticks dug around for another bite of noodles. Michael felt himself curling in himself under the blonde's heavy gaze. 

“Nothing…” he rubbed a hand over his face hoping to hide any trace of the fit, "can't sleep."

David hums around the mouth full of greasy take out, and points to the boy.

"I got just the thing to fix that."

"Not any more of that weird stuff, please?" Michael groans and David huffs out a laugh.

Maybe it was whatever the boys had him drink that had him so on edge. Or perhaps his own delusions mixed with the mysterious drink were making that canopy draped bed so alluring. 

"No, a nap." He points past Michael and he looks back.

Her whispers jumbled and overlapping in his ear as he blindly walked toward the fluttering drapes. It was as though they were beckoning him closer to the closed off area. Then the whispers stopped once the drapes made contact with his fingers.

The very sight of her made his breath cease. Michael felt like he could breathe again, finally.

She lay on her stomach, her long legs kicked slowly in the air as she thumbed through a magazine that lay on the bed. Her downcast gaze highlighted her luscious, curly eyelashes that fluttered. Music played softly from a nearby record, her soft hums lulled him into a calm state enough to make him want to lay right there and sleep. One of the boys let out a cackle that made her gaze lift up to where Michael stood.

And you stole his breath away when your eyes made contact. Eyes that he desired to know and behold for the rest of his days.

“I see you’ve run into Y/N,” David’s voice cut off whatever spell those moonlit eyes had him under. With his arm draped across his shoulders David urged Michael forward while she sat up on her knees to crawl forward and step off the bed. “Nice to meet you.”

Her hand wrapped around Michael’s with a gentle squeeze as he helped her off. He almost felt so embarrassed seeing her like this. She was wrapped in a silken red kimono covered in beautiful bright designs, it was clear beneath she only wore her undergarments. 

"We're heading out tonight Michael, care to join?" Michael nods mechanically, focused on drinking in this moment.

She reached a hand to caress under his eyes, her head tilting as she hummed. “Mind if I join you all tonight, beautiful boy?”

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[edgelordfinalboss]

Hear me out. As a person who studies Paganism and even dabbles and animism, what if I was to write about the witches of Santa Carla. I feel like that would be so interesting. A coven of witches who are in love with the Lost Boys but are also hunted by the frog brothers and the vampire hunters. Get this, Star was once a witch in their coven-

Enough yes votes and I'll drop the plot....

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