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misslavenderlady · 7 months

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Love at First Bite pt. 2💞

David/Female!OC & Male!OC/Female!OC

Summary: Sis can't stop thinking about the adorable redheaded waiter that treated her like the queen she is. Once she and the pack get to know him a little better, he'll see them for what they truly are~

This was inspired by @ghoulgeousimmaculate and her characters from the series Party the Pain Away and the various fics that take place afterwards. Ghoulie and I discussed the possibility of having another boy join the coven after so many girls were brought in. Please read part 1 if you haven't yet!

WARNINGS: Fic contains mentions of fear, emotional manipulation, power dynamics, toxic relationship dynamics, PDA, mentions of blood/murder, sex and alcohol. This has references to Ghoulie's stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987. Part 3 HERE

"You're serious?"

"Absolutely! You should have seen him, hun. He was the cutest thing I've ever laid eyes on"

It gave Gem quite a surprise to see her sister bride in such a cheery mood. After the last few difficult months for the pack, she had been worried about Sis and her psyche facing permanent damage. Becoming a vampire came with its own mental and physical tolls. What Cyrus had put them all through was an entirely new level of suffering.

And yet, here she was. All doe-eyed and sappy like a schoolgirl with a crush. The happiest she had been since her resurrection. Usually only being with her babies made Sis act like herself again. This human boy had to be pretty special.

"And you don't want to bring him over for a fuck and a meal?"

"Surprisingly, I don't. At least….not right now," Sis explained. She smiled to herself as she fell back onto the couch, putting her feet up on Gem's lap to relax. "I dunno, he was just such a sweet guy. Genuine, polite, doting. You don't see many boys like that anymore."

Gem smirked, rubbing her queen's legs as she listened to the story. Seeing her in such a good mood had Gem feel quite pleased as well. It made her quite curious as to what potential could be in a human.

"Well, we are due for a girl's night out. How about we ask the boys to watch the babies and then you, me, Babydoll and Red go out for some fun," Gem proposed. "You can introduce us to the human."

The mere idea made Sis' eyes sparkle in delight. She was already excited to pick out her outfit for such a special occasion. Something truly special for a well-deserved night of fun.

Oliver's shift honestly could have been better that night. He was out of the zone. Forgetting to put in a large order, giving three different tables the wrong drinks, and getting yelled at by an elderly couple for having the audacity to forget their senior discount. He felt so clumsy and careless. It was rather embarrassing.

What didn't help was that his coworkers were noticing. They had been in the game long enough to recognize when one of their fellow servers was having a rough night.

"Hey Ollie!" one server greeted him, making small talk while punching in an order. "You feeling alright? Need a smoke break?"

"No thank you, I don't smoke," Oliver explained as he tried to organize a messy stack of menus. "And I'm fine. I just…my mind hasn't been where I want it to be lately. I'm not usually like this, I swear."

The server smiled and gave Oliver a friendly pat on the back. He definitely had nights like that too.

"Something on your mind?"

"Well….someone actually."

Oliver knew exactly what was making him trip over himself and act like his head was in the clouds.

Sis. He could not stop thinking about her. Though he was grateful for her generosity when she paid him a large enough tip to pay his rent that month, that wasn't at all the reason he had such a deep infatuation.

She had this magic to her. Like an aura of true beauty. Though her curves and her flawless looks definitely showed how stunning she was on the outside, Oliver had a deep feeling that there was something truly remarkable about her on the inside too.

Growing up, he was taught that you could learn a lot about a person just by how they treated a stranger. Especially if that stranger was a poor, struggling service worker. The world wasn't always kind to people who had a difficult life.

He didn't know what it was about her, but he just had a feeling she understood him. That she knew compassion could go a long way.

"Well, Romeo, you might wanna get your head back in the game," the server interrupted his thoughts. "You got company."

"Salve signore! Right this way!"

Giuseppe had welcomed a group of ladies into the restaurant, ushering them to the back area just as he did the other night for David and Sis.

And speaking of which. The lady at the head of the pack was a familiar one. It was her.

Sis.

Once again she was all glammed up from head to toe, though instead of being out on a date with her husband, she seemed to be enjoying a girls' night out. The three other ladies that walked past the curtain were all quite stunning in their own ways, but he couldn’t take his eye off of Sis.

His staring must not have been as subtle as he hoped it would be, because while the other girls made their way to the back, Sis stopped in her tracks, glancing his way. Oliver stood as still as a statue, not sure exactly what to do in terms of movement.

Thankfully, he didn't have to stay like that for very long. To his utter joy, a smile formed across her beautiful face, showing off her perfect pearly whites. Sis crooked her finger, beckoning him in a come hither motion before disappearing behind the dark curtain. To say she enchanted Oliver was quite an understatement.

Instead of standing around, Oliver hustled to get enough silverware and menus for four ladies. He'd never been more eager to work in his life.

"Hello again~" Sis greeted Oliver with a purr as he entered the private area. "I was hoping you'd be here again tonight."

"Oh? You were?" Oliver asked, feeling his heartbeat ramp up in speed. "Well, I'm really glad to see you again too, Miss!"

The gaggle of ladies all shared a round of playful giggling, like schoolgirls with a secret.

"Awww! You weren't kidding! He's a total sweetie pie!" a fellow redhead chirped.

"So you're the famous Oliver," a brunette with green eyes commented. "Sis has told us so much about you!"

Oliver would be lying if he said he wasn't flattered by that. His stomach was practically doing backflips with the amount of butterflies he was feeling. He wasn't used to such compliments.

"O-Oh! Well, I'm very honored," he smiled. "It's really nice to meet you all!"

His words trailed off after his greeting. He wasn't sure how to get the right words out in order to ask for their names as well, but they all seemed to get the hint as to what he wanted to say.

"Gem."

"Red."

"Babydoll!"

They all have such different names. Very….creative, Oliver thought to himself. It must be a California thing!

He finally felt comfortable enough to perform his job properly once the introductions were done. As per Sis' request, he brought back the same brand of Chardonnay he got her the last time she was there. This time, he was determined not to spill any on their gorgeous outfits. When each glass was equally filled, the girls all clinked their drinks to share a toast.

Oliver put in the same energy when he took their orders. Each lady knew exactly what they wanted, and they cooed at him to hurry back since they'd miss him. It put quite a dopey smile on his boyish face.

Little did he know that his coworkers were watching him with a look of dread in the corners of the restaurant. They all knew the secrets that Sis and her lovers shared. Oliver wasn't ready to see the deadlier side of the brown-eyed beauty.

"You really are too good to us, Ollie," Sis complimented the redhead boy when he set all their entrees down. Even with a table completely covered in the finest Italian cuisine imaginable, she kept her gaze fully locked on him.

Almost like he was the one she found to be the most delicious.

"It's nothing, really! I'm just happy to make up for my wine snafu from last time."

"Speaking of wine," Gem spoke up, taking Sis' chin in between her manicured figures and tilting them in her own direction. "I wanna see if I can taste the Chardonnay on your lips, hun~"

Oliver only got to ponder what she meant for a mere second before getting a shocking answer. Gem pulled her into a deep kiss, moaning softly as both pairs of plush lips pressed together. Without much influence, Sis immediately melted into it, smiling and wrapping her arms around her lady friend.

His green eyes were practically bulging out of his head as the two of them began passionately making out just a mere foot in front of him. Oliver turned towards Red and Babydoll to see if they were just as surprised, but found instead they were looking at him as if he were the odd one. They raised their eyebrows up at him, curious at his gawking.

Perhaps it wasn’t the right time to stick around and just stare with an open mouth like a codfish.

“Y-You ladies enjoy! I’ll be back later!”

Oliver practically kicked up dust behind him from how fast he got out of the private dining section. He had already seen Sis get rather intimate in the restaurant already. But he hadn’t expected to see it between her and someone other than her husband.

Flashbacks of the last time when she made flirty gestures at him while literally riding David were coming back to him. He didn’t understand the behavior fully, but what he was absolutely certain about was how stunning she was. So confident, so beautiful, always knowing exactly what she wanted, yet still showing gratitude when she got it.

It made him ever so curious about whether he truly had a chance with a woman like that. Compared to people like David and Gem? Fat chance, he thought to himself.

Time passed by, and the night was finally winding down. Oliver and his coworkers had split their tips, cleaned up the restaurant, and helped set up for what they needed the next day. In between his tasks, he had stopped in to check on Sis and her friends. They had long since cleared their plates and finished the last sips in their glasses. Yet they seemed to want to stay a bit longer and enjoy some girl time.

So long as it was okay with Giuseppe, Oliver let them be.

By the time everyone else had clocked out and left, he popped his head in one last time to check on them. To his surprise, the three beauties that had come along for the night had already made their leave at some point earlier while he was cleaning up. The one that remained was Sis, sitting pretty in the booth with her fingers intertwined, allowing her chin a place to rest.

She was smiling at him again, a twinkle in her eye as she gestured to the chair placed across from her.

“Care to help me finish off this bottle?” she asked. There wasn’t much left in the second bottle of Chardonnay he had delivered earlier that night, but it was just enough for the two of them to have a little taste. Half a drink wouldn’t kill him.

“Where are the others?” he casually asked as he sat down.

“Oh, they’re outside. Just having a smoke and texting the hubbies.”

Hearing her say that reminded Oliver of David once again. He really wasn’t one to pry, but the curiosity to ask about what kind of relationship Sis had with them all was still there. He would have kept his mouth shut about it if she hadn’t seemed to read his mind on her own.

She pulled her phone out from her purse, maneuvering around the screen until she found what she wanted. Flipping the device around, Sis showed him some pictures of her with various people. Some he recognized, some were unfamiliar faces.

“In case you were wondering, I’m polyamorous. We all are,” she explained. “You’ve met David already. Those three boys are my other husbands. Marko, Dwayne and Paul.”

I didn’t even know you could be married to multiple people in California, Oliver thought to himself. In the first picture, four incredibly handsome men surrounded Sis. Being pansexual himself, Oliver found himself practically swooning at how perfect-looking they all were. As much as he wished to look as hunky as them, he couldn’t blame her for finding all of them attractive.

“They have their own partners too. Some of which I get to date too,” she said, swiping at the screen to show more pictures.

Babydoll being carried by Dwayne, a pregnant Red being held from the back by Marko, Gem and Paul flashing peace signs at the camera, and many more. So many other beautiful ladies were in the arms of these men. It was as if fate had brought the most attractive people in the world together.

“So the other night when you said your ‘girlfriends’, you weren’t just talking about besties, huh?” Oliver playfully commented. To his delight, Sis giggled at him, thoroughly amused. He loved the sound of her laugh. It was as beautiful as her.

“That’s right! And we all have our own families too,” she explained. She pointed out the various babies that various couples had together. Oliver’s heart was melting at the pictures of chubby-cheeked infants with gummy smiles.

One of the final pictures that Sis showed off was a family portrait with her, David, and three little ones. He listened with deep focus as she told the story of her family.

“Laddie is the oldest. I adopted him with Dwayne way back when. He’s also the best big brother to all the others,” she cooed. “The little girl is Eva. My angel on Earth. Her name was inspired by my mother. And that’s Evan. Little mama’s boy in the making, that one.”

“You have a beautiful family, Sis,” Oliver complimented her as he handed back the phone. “I can just tell you’ve got a lot of love for those babies.”

Sis sighed in content, taking a swig of her wine.

“I really do. I don’t know what I’d do without them….”

Though talking about her children seemed to bring her great joy, Oliver couldn’t help but notice there was a lingering sadness in her eyes when she pondered the possibility of life without them. As if that very thing almost happened.

Oliver smiled sympathetically, allowing her to see that he genuinely cared about what she was going through.

“Well….if you ever want to talk about them or anything else on your mind, I’m a good listener! Honest!”

“Thank you, Oliver,” Sis said. She reached out her hand, taking hold of his and giving it a soft squeeze. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

While puffing away on their cigarettes, the three girls kept their eyes peeled for anyone that would possibly cause trouble. The vampires were always on their highest guard whenever they were out with the queen. Ever since the gruesome night of the beheading, they couldn’t risk being too careful.

There was always someone out there wanting to dethrone the vampire king and queen of Santa Carla. They would be damned if they’d let such a thing happen again.

Sis never wanted to leave the cave alone. She wanted a minimum of two mates by her side, one to watch her front, and one to watch her back. The mere idea of dying again put the fear of God in her. She wasn’t ready to go, especially when her babies needed her to get by in this cruel, cold world.

But something was different. New. There was a sense of hope for her now. Someone kind and gentle and ready to care for her every need. The girls saw quite a lot of potential in Oliver. He was a soft boy and a bit too innocent for the life of a vampire, but he made Sis feel safe again. Like she could live her undead life to the fullest.

But it was up to the king about what they would do next.

“So, she really does like him, huh?” David asked, sharing a video call with the three brides.

“She must since she’s been the calmest I’ve ever seen since….you know,” Gem explained.

David tilted his head in wonder as he thought things over. For years now, he and his brothers had collected quite a few brides to have and to hold until the end of time. Each one shaped to their liking and trained to not run away. They all embraced their vampire nature and were loyal as could be.

He hadn’t considered the possibility of adding a groom for the queen.

“I need more time,” he said. “I still hold a lot of pain from what Michael did to me. To our family. Keep an eye on Oliver for me. I’ll stop by during some dates or send one of the boys along. Really make sure he’s right for Sis.”

“You got it,” Red chirped.

“What happens if he gets your approval?” Babydoll asked.

David’s lips pulled back, a devilish smirk stuck on his handsome face. The gears were already turning quite a bit in his evil head.

“Then we bring him home for training. The little wife needs a pet after all~”

end of part 2

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 5 months

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~Angel Of The Boardwalk~

Upon request, I decided to doodle up a picture of my self insert, Chrysta, how she looks in my The Lost Girls AU/older. Not counting vampy conditions, girl is probably in her early thirties (around when Chris would be born) when she decides to change out the tight jeans and busty t-shirts for something more comfortable and more her style becoming a mama. 😌

Sorry if it looks rushed... It is.. 😬

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luminnara · 5 months

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Goddamn, Shit-Sucking Vampires Ch. 17 | Poly!Lost Boys x OC (18+ ONLY)

Vera is an unusually vicious bloodsucker who’s never stuck in one place for very long…until a mysterious feeling pulls her right to the murder capital of the world: Santa Carla, California. Now, she needs to figure out why exactly she’s there, where she fits in amongst the boardwalk’s nighttime denizens, and how to cope with her own personal vampire-related problems. Poly Lost Boys/OC, starts just before the movie *MULTI PART SERIES*

MASTERLIST

CH16 | CH 17 | CH 18

Tags: @americancowgirl19 @ilikechocolatemilkh @siennanoelle01 @iloveslasher @sylum @reese-bowie @hornyondwayne @bdudette @yunho-leeknow @ahahanofanks @goth-cowgirl-03

Michael Emerson was tucked safely in bed in his new room that night. Sure, he was a little pissed off about that girl…okay, he was downright agitated. He felt desperate to meet someone, anyone in Santa Carla, and he had his heart set on the cute brunette from the boardwalk. The image of her face was seared into his mind, her smile beaming at him whenever he closed his eyes. He needed to know who she was, and he didn’t care if the guys she hung out with were criminals or low lives or gang bangers. In the morning, he’d go out and look for a job, and in the evening, he’d head to the boardwalk without his annoying little brother so that he might actually have a chance to find his mystery girl and have a real conversation with her.

Yeah, he had it all planned out. He had noticed how the bikers dressed, with their leather jackets and dangly earrings. There was bound to be a spot in town where he could find himself a jacket and some cooler sunglasses than the ones he already owned. If that girl liked bad boys, then he could make himself look the part, couldn’t he? Sam would probably give him shit for it, but he didn’t know anything. He paraded around in oversized designer shirts all day and stuck out like a sore thumb everywhere he went. At least Michael was making an attempt to fit in.

As he tried and failed to get to sleep, he wondered who that girl was. Santa Carla was a weird place full of weird people, but she looked so…nice. So normal. She didn’t look like she should be hanging around guys like that. And what was the deal with her grumpy friend? Michael thought she was hot, too, but more in a way that made him feel like she might cut his balls off, and he wasn’t so sure he was into that…and besides, she had totally made out with the Twisted Sister reject, hadn’t she? And that guy had glared daggers at Michael, so it was probably a better idea not to go after girls with boyfriends.

His eyes suddenly shot open.

Did the brunette have a boyfriend?

She hadn’t seemed all that thrilled to climb on the back of Billy Idol’s bike, but the guy hadn’t forced her. She went willingly, away from Michael and straight towards him, but there wasn’t any kissing or groping or even words exchanged. So were they together? Did things like that even matter in Santa Carla? Michael was the new guy in town, and that gang had all been watching him like they wanted to kick his ass just for being there. Backing off would be the smart thing to do, the thing least likely to get him beat up. He knew he should probably just cut his losses and accept that he wasn’t cool enough for a girl who hung out with guys like that, and he knew that he probably didn’t want to get involved with whatever wild shit that gang got into. But was he gonna give up? Was he gonna do the smart thing?

Hell no.

He rolled over, trying to get comfortable. Yeah, tomorrow he’d go work on his new look, and he’d totally win that girl over. At the very least, maybe if he looked the part, the guys she hung around might respect him. He already had a bike, even if it wasn’t as cool as theirs, and a new city meant that he could leave his old self behind and make something new. The thought was a comfort, and he finally drifted off to sleep, safe and sound, oblivious to the horrors that so often plagued Santa Carla at night.

-0-

Those horrors had names, of course.

“Marko! Hurry it up!” David snapped from the cave entrance.

“I’m coming, Christ!” Marko rolled his eyes, letting the pigeon he held in his hand go to fly up to its roost.

“You pay more attention to those damn birds than you do me,” David sneered as Marko approached.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I didn’t realize I was neglecting you, dear…”

David wrinkled his nose as Marko put a hand on his chest and leaned in, batting his eyelashes. “You’re obnoxious.”

“I’ll be sure to have dinner on the table by four, honey, please forgive me—“

“Hey, uh, what about my dinner?” Paul asked impatiently. “You’re holdin’ us up, David said he had somethin’ exciting planned—“

“Can’t you tell I’m smoothing things over with my loving husband?” Marko snapped at him, dropping the atomic housewife act entirely.

“Yeah, well I’m hungry!” Paul hissed.

A moment later they were lunging at each other, and Vera was cackling in delight from her perch on Dwayne’s back. David still hadn’t told any of them who he was planning on hunting, but now that they were all back together again and all the sad talk seemed to be behind them, she was just glad to be going out to feed in the first place. She could really go for a bite after such a weird evening.

Laddie and Star were in bed already, the former asleep while the latter stayed up to read a book and fantasize about the boy she had met on the boardwalk. By the time Vera and David had gotten back from visiting Max, Star had already tucked herself away behind the silks and lace, and they had more pressing matters to attend to than bothering her.

Like corralling Paul and Marko and encouraging them to at least make their way outside while they fought.

“Where are we going?” Dwayne asked as he stepped around Marko’s flailing arms, very narrowly avoiding his claws.

“Back towards town,” David smirked.

“Who do you wanna go after?” Vera asked, resting her chin on Dwayne’s shoulder as he carried her.

David’s smirk turned into a grin. “Greg and Shelly.”

Dwayne paused in surprise, and then his lips spread into a grin of his own. A dangerous growl started up in the back of his throat, a low, guttural sound that Vera could feel in her very bones. He was already breathing hard in anticipation, the dark brown of his irises melting into that striking, predatory gold that signified shifting. His grip on her legs tightened and she felt claws piercing her flesh, and when she looked at the others, she saw that they were faring similarly. Paul and Marko were back on their feet already, Paul trembling with excitement while Marko gnawed at his thumb, both staring at David with wild eyes.

He just laughed that cruel laugh and took to the sky.

Vera could have let go of Dwayne to fly on her own, but he was still holding onto her as he leapt after David. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing at his eagerness to tear Greg limb from limb, and as they flew along the bay, the boys kept filling her head with images of what they wanted to do to their victims.

Paul was hoping to rip Shelly’s throat out, plain and simple. He’d been waiting forever to finally eat her, and he wasn’t going to waste any time if he got to her first. Marko was planning on gutting Greg like a pig, taking extra pleasure in imagining how his guts would spill out of him and the look on his face when he realized what was happening. David just wanted to tear them both apart, go for a major artery—whichever he found first—and let the blood spray out as their terrified hearts pumped it out for him.

And Dwayne wanted to pull Greg’s spine out, clean and fast and simple.

Vera felt a shiver run through her. She didn’t know whose thoughts to focus on, the four of them all too excited to quiet down. This was more chaotic than when they had hunted Vernon down, and they were more vicious this time around. She could tell how much they absolutely loathed Greg, and Shelly was just an unfortunate girl who was into the wrong slimeball.

What’s the deal with these two, anyway? She asked, trying to send her thoughts cutting through the barrage of gore they were all thinking up. She’d encountered the humans before, sure, and they were less than chill, but she got the feeling they had a lot more history than she had seen.

Greg’s a grade A piece of shit, Paul answered.

He loves to hate us, Marko added. Thinks he’s real hot shit ‘cause he’s in a surf gang. They tear up our town like they own the place.

He’s an obnoxious piece of shit who thinks he runs the boardwalk, David drawled. Been on my shit list since the day we met him months ago. It’s finally time to give him a piece of my mind.

Why now? Vera asked.

Because it’s time we put our foot down. David growled. This is our boardwalk. It’s time we started acting like it again. Things are changin’ and I’m not sittin’ by anymore.

Yeah! Paul agreed. I’ve been waitin’ for this one for so long…

I know, David grinned, laughing darkly. Now let’s fucking go.

They erupted in a series of shouts that sounded more like howls, too excited to give a shit about being quiet. If anyone down on the ground heard them, they might inclined to think Santa Carla was haunted by some sort of ghouls or banshees…but more than likely, any humans who were still out at such a late hour were too fucked up or too tired to put much stock into the unearthly cries up in the clouds. They were most likely ignored, written off as just another one of those weird Santa Carla things that tended to just happen, and as Vera clung to Dwayne’s back, she found herself glad to be living (un-living?) in a place where vampires seemed able to be themselves.

“There they are,” she heard Paul growl.

She looked down and saw that they had reached a scruffy stretch of beach, and Vera recognized it as the sort of place young couples drove out to in order to spend some quality time together. The bright lights of the boardwalk were still shining across the water, the roller coaster looking especially beautiful from so far away. Why hadn’t she and the boys ever wandered out that way to relax? It was the perfect spot to bring some beers and have a private party. It seemed like Greg and Shelly might be onto something, if Paul’s nose was right and they were there.

Sure enough, at the very top of the hill, parked all alone and looking particularly vulnerable, was a tan car…and Vera could see it rocking slightly.

“Oh, gross,” Marko bared his teeth in an eager grin.

Dwayne shrugged Vera off of his back and she reluctantly let go of him, hovering in the air as she watched him roll his shoulders. He returned Marko’s grin and then looked at Paul, whose eyes were yellow and wild and full of that crazed hunger they were all feeling, and together, the two of them dove for the car.

“Quit!” Vera heard Shelly’s laugh from the backseat.

“C’mon,” Greg said between playful growls, his voice muffled. “Let’s have some fun–”

Marko landed next to the car and gave it a light shove, grinning as he heard Shelly’s heartbeat suddenly speed up.

“What was that?” she hissed.

“What was what?” Greg asked.

“I thought I heard something…”

And then all hell broke loose, as usual.

“What is that?” Shelly shrieked as the roof of the car was torn off, Paul and Dwayne each holding a side.

The air was alive with the scent of terror, Greg and Shelly screaming so loudly that Vera thought their throats might start bleeding. It didn’t matter if they did or not, though–their time had come to an end, and when David landed on the hood of the car and they twisted to look at him, they ran out of things to scream about.

“C’mon, baby, what’s the matter?” Paul cackled, lunging towards Shelly. “Bat got your tongue?”

Because he did.

He did have her tongue, clamped between his teeth, bloody and floppy and horrifying as he tore it out of her mouth. She was silent, staring at her attacker with wide eyes, raising a shaky hand to her chin. Blood gushed out, painting her teeth and lips, but she didn’t scream, because she was so far beyond terror that she couldn’t do anything.

And then Paul and David dove in, and Shelly was history.

Greg was trying to shout, thrashing in Marko’s grip as he was lifted into the sky. Buckets of blood rained down, Dwayne tearing him open with dark red claws that could never really be scrubbed clean after something like this. Scraps of shredded clothing fluttered down through the air, and by the time Greg’s body was allowed to hit the ground again, it was little more than an unrecognizable chunk of meat.

Vera, whose very teeth were aching with hunger at this point, followed it down. Her boys were extremely messy eaters, and not particularly good at getting as much out of their meals as possible. When she descended on Greg’s mangled, barely-alive body, there was plenty of blood left for her to enjoy…so she shredded him the rest of the way and had a little fun with it.

It wasn’t long before they were all satisfied, faces and hands caked in blood, appetites satiated for the moment. The boys were still wild, chests heaving from the rush and the excitement even as they pushed the car into the sea and tossed the corpses in with it. They splashed around in the shallows, shoving each other, wrestling and fighting in the sand. Vera found herself dragged into the middle of it all, crushed beneath Paul as he was thrown down on top of her and hoisted onto Dwayne’s shoulders as he ran from Marko.

It was as if they hadn’t just murdered and eaten two humans, as if they were just normal people having fun on a summer night. The ocean air was invigorating, filling up lungs that didn’t always need to be filled, egging on monsters that didn’t need encouragement; they were having fun, and they were free, and in that moment, it seemed like there was nothing in the entire world that could change that.

-0-

“This is the life, huh?” David ginned, arm around Vera’s shoulders.

She glanced up at him. In the dark of the cave, his eyes seemed even brighter than they usually were, a piercing, unnatural yellow that shone even when there was no light to reflect off of them.

“You’re in a good mood,” she remarked, leaning down to pull her boots off.

“Been wantin’ to get rid of those two for a while now,” he said, stepping away to kick his own boots off. “One less annoyance to deal with.”

“Still plenty of others left, though.”

His expression soured. “Don’t remind me.”

“Didn’t think I had to.”

Vera watched as David huffed and then ascended to the rafters in a flash, gripping a beam with clawed feet and immediately crossing his arms over his chest as if he were already asleep. She rolled her eyes at his childish behavior and followed, shoving against his side until he relented another huff and slid an arm around her.

“Tomorrow, Star’ll find that guy again and that’ll finally be over with.” David grumbled.

“What makes you so sure she’ll kill him right away?” Vera asked.

“You don’t think she will?”

“I think she’s nervous.”

“She can’t afford to be nervous anymore.” He snapped. “If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll take care of puppy dog-eyes and finally join us.”

Vera frowned. “It can’t be fun, being caught in limbo like that. I mean, I don’t see the point in not committing fully at this point…”

“I can’t even remember being a half-vampire.” David shrugged. “Pretty sure I had my first kill immediately.”

“Alright, no need to brag.”

“What?” He smirked. “I was born for this life, baby.”

“Born to sleep all day?”

“And party all night.”

“Hell yeah!” Paul shouted as he flew to his roost, the rafter shaking with the force of his claws gripping it.

“Y’know, David…” Dwayne said, voice low and grumbly with sleep as he joined them and settled in.

“What, Dwayne?” He asked, sounding irritated.

“…you never told us what Max said earlier.”

David was silent for a moment, grumpily squaring his jaw before he spoke again. “He’s in love with that lady.”

The boys were silent for a moment.

“You mean like…” Marko trailed off.

“Yeah. I do.”

“The redhead from the shop?” Paul asked, scoffing.

“Yes. That one.” David grumbled.

“So why’s that our problem?” Marko huffed.

“Because he expects us to play nice,” David hissed.

“Because he wants to bring her into the family,” Vera interjected.

She was met with a series of growls and grumbles, the boys all glancing at each other warily.

“He sounded serious about it,” she added.

“And let me guess,” Marko drawled, “he expects us to do something about it.”

“…yeah, he mentioned something…”

“He said she’s got two sons,” David sighed. “He said we’ve met them.”

Paul rolled his eyes. “We meet a lot of dudes.”

“I don’t suppose he said anything more helpful,” Marko hissed.

“Of course not.” David snapped. “But he gave us their names. Sam and Michael.” His jaws parted in a wide yawn as he pulled Vera closer. “Tomorrow night we’ll find them and get a better look at who exactly the old man expects us to play nice with.”

“And Star’ll finally have a decent meal,” Marko grinned. “Big night.”

“Big night.” David agreed.

Big night, Vera thought, frowning to herself as she tried to settle in for the morning.

#the lost boys #goddamn shit sucking vampires #the lost boys x oc #david lost boys #dwayne lost boys #marko lost boys #paul lost boys #poly lost boys

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Paul and Wendy have....good times👁️❤️

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there’s a heaven above you (don’t you cry) - Part 13

Rating: M Pairing: Lost Boys/OC Fandom: The Lost Boys Warnings: violence, arson, swearing, breaking and entering, sex...

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. It's not beta-read so I hope you'll forgive me but enjoy! previous/masterlist also on ao3 and ffn

Chapter 13: Sweet Emotion

Darcy laid back on the bed. Now that she’d eaten, exhaustion had caught up with her. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She watched as the smoke she exhaled dissipated into the air.

The bed dipped next to her as Paul plopped down. He laid on his side and propped his head up with a hand.

She glanced over at him. He only had one of the small motel towels wrapped around his waist. His hair was flat and dripping onto her bed.

“Ugh,” she shoved him. “Dry off properly.”

He laughed. “Why? My clothes stink.”

“Can’t you turn into a bat and fly home?”

Paul laughed harder. “Babe, what do you think we can do?”

“Hypnotize people. What’s the use in being a vampire if you can’t fly?”

“We can fly.”

“As a bat?”

“No,” he laughed again.

“Then I’m not impressed.”

Darcy watched as Paul pushed himself up onto his elbows before leaning over her. “Then let’s impress you.”

“How you going to do that?” she asked, taking another drag of her cigarette. Paul didn’t seem inclined to move, even as the smoke she exhaled hit him.

He leaned forward and kissed her. “Give me an hour. You’ll see.”

“An hour?” she raised her eyebrows. “Is that it?”

He grinned. “Babe, it’ll take all night. Don’t worry.” He kissed her again. “One hour.” He winked at her and got up before he went to the door.

“Aren’t you getting dressed?”

“And deprive the world of this?” he posed. “Wait for me, babe!” He disappeared out the door, still wearing the towel. Darcy stared after him before she lay back down.

“Vampires are insane,” she muttered. She turned and stubbed out the remains of the cigarette before closing her eyes. At least she might be able to sleep for a bit.

She wasn’t sure how long she slept or when exactly she fell asleep, but she woke up to someone pounding on her door.

“Ugh, okay,” she muttered as she rolled off the bed and stood. She opened the door to see Paul, fully dressed. “What time is it?”

The blond man, looking as if he was a poster child for the eighties, grinned at her. “Time for us to have a bit of fun. Come on!” He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the motel room. She managed to shut the door behind her before he dragged her to his motorcycle. She pulled her hand out of his grip and slowed down.

“Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy it. Come on.” He got on the motorcycle and motioned for her to join her.

Darcy wasn’t sure she was awake enough for this but she climbed on behind him and shoved his hair over his shoulder so that it wasn’t in her face. She pressed her forehead against his back and held on as he drove off.

Darcy wasn’t sure where they were going. It was easier to keep her face hidden to keep his hair out of her mouth, but she heard the sounds of the boardwalk and the yells that tended to follow when they drove into the crowd. Being alone didn’t stop Paul from terrorizing the populace.

They finally stopped and she looked up to see where they were. They were outside of a broken-down house that looked like it backed onto the beach. Darcy could hear some cheers and yells behind the house. They must have had a huge fire because she could see the light from the flames on the part of the beach she could see.

“Where are we?”

“This, babe, is the residence of those surf assholes.” He walked over and pulled out a bag from one of the bushes at the side of the house. “And this…is how we’re going to have some fun.” He reached in and pulled out a bottle of alcohol. “You wanted to set something on fire, right?”

Darcy stared at him for a moment, inwardly pleased at the fact that he was offering her the same thing she had threatened them with. “Who’s inside?”

He grinned at her. “No one, babes. They’re all on the beach or boardwalk.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. She wasn’t stupid. They were vampires. It was possible they didn’t care about hurting kids or innocent people. She didn’t hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. “You better not be lying or you’ll be the next thing I set on fire.”

Paul’s grin widened. “Cross my heart,” he motioned over his chest.

“You don’t have a heart.”

“Sure I do. Just doesn’t work the same,” he shrugged. He shook the bottle towards her. “You in?”

Darcy grabbed the bottle from him and grinned. “You got cloth?”

He winked and pulled prepared strips from the bag. “For you, babe, I got it all.”

It turned into a game. They took turns throwing bottles and seeing who can cause the most damage. At least until they heard sirens, at which point Paul grabbed Darcy and ran them back to the bike, taking off. Darcy couldn’t help but laugh wildly at the expressions on the Surf Nazis' faces as they pass them.

They drove out of town.

Paul finally stopped them outside another house. This one wasn’t broken down but it is dark.

“Who lives here?” Darcy asked as she climbed off the bike at Paul’s insistence.

“Fuck if I know,” Paul said “But it’s ours tonight.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He held out his hand and led her into a house. She was pretty sure he broke the lock as he opened the door.

“So why are we here?”

“Because I set it up for us to relax in, babe.” He pulled her through the house. “I mean, check out this bathtub. That’s worth it alone.” Her mouth dropped open as soon as she saw it. He wasn’t kidding. The bathtub was huge and it was next to large windows that looked out onto the beach. “Come on, you can eat and I’ll draw the bath.”

“You got food?”

“Course I did!” He moved her out of the bathroom and to the living room. “Ta-da!”

Darcy stared at the spread laid out on the table and bit her lip, trying not to react.

“What do you think, babe? Romantic, right?”

“Sure,” she croaked out. The romantic spread consisted of spray can cheese, crackers, Hershey bars and wine coolers. There had also been a bottle of Mr. Bubbles on the side of the tub. “It’s great.”

Paul grinned at her, looking pleased. She waited until he left to draw the bath to laugh. She had to hand it to him, at least he tried. She would have preferred tacos though. Or funnel cake like Dwayne had gotten.

Darcy sat down and propped her feet up before grabbing one of the Hershey bars. At least there was chocolate. She’d have to teach them what decent food was, especially if they were going to plan on trying to romance her with it.

It seemed like it was going fast but Darcy wasn’t uncomfortable. It was odd if she let herself think about it but she had already decided that she was going to let them in.

“It’s ready!”

Darcy dropped her feet to the ground and stood, heading for the bathroom where Paul was waiting. He was standing next to the bathtub, already naked. Darcy rolled her eyes, unsurprised. “I take it you're joining me?”

“Of course,” he said. “Long as you let me. Hate to waste this.” He motioned to the tub behind him. There were candles lit and the tub itself was filled with bubbles and what looked like rose petals floating on them. It was a little overdone, but it was sweet. Much like the food, he went a bit all out but here it looked like he used multiple ideas together instead of choosing one. Whatever. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for Darcy in a long time. God, that was sad.

“Okay,” she smiled at him before she pulled off her top. “Go in first. Might be easier that way than together, right?”

Paul settled himself in the water quickly and rested his arms on the side of the tub while he watched as she got undressed.

He moved slightly, offering her his hand to help as she stepped into the bath. She had never shared one with someone before, but Paul didn’t seem to mind her hesitation. He pulled her to rest against his chest. Darcy sighed as the heat of the water finally sank in. Without intending to, she found herself relaxing.

Her eyes closed on their own. Paul trailed his fingers up her arm, kissing her neck softly.

“What are you thinking, babe?”

“I’m not,” she answered. She didn’t bother to open her eyes, exhausted by everything and somehow not. Maybe it was remnants of adrenaline from facing off with a bunch of vampires, or maybe the fact that there was one with his lips on her neck. She didn’t feel threatened though, not with how careful he was touching her at this moment and the memory of the supposed romantic feast that was still outside waiting for her.

“Liar,” he called her out.

“Can’t prove it,” she teased.

He laughed against her skin. “Don’t need to. I got you.” He nips at her skin before his hand on her arm moved to her chest. She leaned back into him, letting Paul touch her.

“Always so pretty,” he said softly. “Especially like this.” He pinched one of her nipples softly, rolling it between his fingers.

Darcy sighed.

“Let me make you feel good.” He kissed the side of her neck and the hand that wasn’t on her breast dipped under the water between her thighs. She shifted, trying to open her legs wider to give him more room.

He scraped his teeth against her skin, and Darcy couldn’t help but wonder if she was going to be covered in scars at the end of this. If there was some point when they would actually bite her. She needed to decide what she was going to do if they tried.

Her thoughts derailed as his fingers moved. Her head fell back, revelling in the feeling of the pressure on her clit.

“Paul…” she breathed.

“Hmmm?” he pressed a finger in. “Just relax, babe.”

She lost herself, letting the pressure build as he moved in the exact way she liked. She reached back, fingers digging into his hair. “More, more, more,” she begged. He didn’t respond, just kept moving, pushing hard and leading her to the precipice of her orgasm until finally, she fell. Water splashed on the floor as she shuddered with it.

Paul laughed. “You’re making a mess, girl.”

“You’re the one making the mess!” She couldn’t help but laugh, even as he removed his hand and ran his fingers along her side.

“So let’s make more!” He dragged her out of the tub, leading her to the bedroom. There was a trail of water behind them but Darcy gave no thought to it, especially when Paul pulled her down to straddle him.

Darcy laughed before leaning down to kiss him. Paul kissed her like he was drowning, desperate to feel her. He grabbed her waist, rocking her against him. It was easy for him to slip inside. Darcy sighed at the feeling, leaning back slightly. Paul held her in place.

“Come on, babe. Let me feel you.”

It took a few moments to find the right rhythm that had Paul’s grip tightening on her, thrusting up as much as he could while Darcy moved over him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, pulling her down to kiss him again. His hands moved, mapping out the curves of her body as she rocked against him. It was easy to lose herself in him, the soft touches that switched to hard grips at whims that only he was aware of. This wasn’t like riding David in anger, demanding that he submit. This was worship.

Darcy’s orgasm hit her by surprise and Paul just laughed at her expression before gripping her hips and turning them both. She was flat on her back, still riding the high as Paul chased his own. His movements were rougher and his kisses were hard but it was enough to send her spiralling into another.

Paul had the decency to pull out and Darcy couldn’t even bring herself to care that she was going to need another shower or bath. She was exhausted and sated and it just seemed to get better when Paul collapsed down next to her. She didn’t question where he even pulled the joint out from when he offered it. She just took it.

“You’re a wild thing, girl,” Paul said as he took it back. “You tired?”

“Yeah,” she wasn’t sure what she was answering. Her head spun slightly. She was worn down enough that even a small hit was having a quick effect.

“Sleep, babe. I’ll watch over you.”

“All night?”

“However long you want. We all will.”

She laughed slightly, eyes closing as she watched the smoke dissipate in the air. “Yeah okay.”

Paul woke her up before the sun rose. He took the chance to fuck her again in the shower, using it as an excuse and claiming they’d get clean this way. Paul dressed them both in whatever clothes they found in the house. Or he tried to. Whoever lived here does not have the same body type as Darcy.

“I can’t wear this shit,” she said.

“Next time we’re going shopping. Get us some garters.”

“Sounds like a plan. Now can we go? Or you planning to go home in the sun?”

Paul laughed. “Not much fun if I’m crisp. Let’s get you home, babes. So you can continue to dream about me.”

“I’m going to dream about Dwayne now.”

“Aww, come on!”

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#fic: there's a heaven above you (don't you cry)#the lost boys x oc #lost boys x oc #lost boys fic #oc: darcy #the lost boys

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calmbluebellsstarm · 11 months

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How I think The Lost boys would hold Klaus using hamster photos

Dwayne: easy way for him to get out of but he’s chilling with Dwayne.

Paul; klaus knows he not gonna drop him but still gets a little anxious and keep a paw on his finger.

Marko; klaus has to be bribed with wafers in order for Marko to hold him.

David: Now as for David, klaus probably won’t let him hold him but David find his reaction funny so he doesn’t mind much.

#the lost boys 1987 #david the lost boys #david tlb #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #marko tlb #paul the lost boys #the lost boys x oc #tlb dwayne #tlb paul #a witch’s slumber #tlb fanfic #vampires #80’s horror

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willowbrookesblog · 1 year

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The Lost Ones (the lost boys x ocs)

Evelyn, Roseanna, Sage, and Elise are on the run from witch hunters. The girls get on a bus and manage to go to a town called Santa Carla "murder capital of the world", where they not only have to figure out why they were so drawn to this town in the first place but also how they are going to stay in the town when they are getting hunted left and right by hunters, well there may just be a reason in the first place and that may involve a specific group of vampires.

@charlizekkelly @oceansrose2002 @beoneofus @house-of-slayterr @phantomenby @redrosewritingsstuff @ria-coolgirl @skullsandswearwords @henhouse-horrors @auntvamp @pixielostboy @luminnara

If you want to be tagged, have an idea related to the storyline, have a question about the story, or just want to be taken off the taglist you can dm me but

#the lost boys imagines #marko tlb #paul tlb #dwayne tlb #david tlb #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys x oc #paul the lost boys x oc #dwayne the lost boys x oc #david the lost boys x oc #tlb 1987 #the lost boys #the lost boys x oc

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skxllz · 6 months

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marlo, balancing a water bottle on her knee: I'm better than you

marko, balancing a spoon on his nose: sorry, what?

marlo:

marlo: I hope you die.

#they're besties fr #my oc #the lost boys x oc

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buckybarnesb-tch · 7 months

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Lost Boys Mate

Dwayne’s Babygirl

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homeforimagine · 11 months

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Calling all Lost boys and girls, Check out if you haven’t The Lost Boys Ai.

#poly lost boys x reader #tlb fanart #tlb fanfic #tlb marko #michael tlb #paul tlb #david tlb #dwayne tlb #tlb x reader #the lost boys x oc #the lost boys x you #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys paul #the lost boys marko

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misslavenderlady · 8 months

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Love at First Bite 💞

David/Female!OC & Male!OC/Female!OC

Summary: David and the Lost Boys always have their eyes out for new brides to claim. However, when the vampire queen becomes smitten with a sweet redheaded boy, it may lead to the first time a groom is added to the coven.

WARNINGS: Fic contains mentions of fear, emotional manipulation, power dynamics, toxic relationship dynamics, PDA, mentions of blood/murder and alcohol. This has references to Ghoulie's stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987. Part 2 HERE credit to hellobeautiful.com and artmoda.by for the pics of Daniil Kalinin and Chloe Bailey for face claims of Oliver and Sis.

Oliver was no stranger to working hard. From a very early age, his father taught him the values of an honest day's work and the appreciation of those who took on the most challenging jobs. Things like sanitation, customer service and food preparation were to be respected, as they were thankless jobs with poor compensation.

He kept this in mind as he got settled into his new job after moving to Santa Carla. Not too many places were hiring as much due to the tourist season dying down for the year, but he was able to get hired at a local Italian restaurant. According to the manager, they had recently lost a waitress and needed to fill the position as soon as possible.

After seeing the ins and outs of the restaurant himself, Oliver could see why it had a lot of business, even after the summer rush. It was a gorgeous place, and he was quite impressed with the quality of the food. Putting on the server uniform made him feel quite proud of the work he was going to do.

His first few shifts went well. Oliver got settled in with lunch services and was sure to always work with a smile and a positive attitude. The customers enjoyed his friendliness and dedication to making sure their meal was perfect. Even if he was still very green, he had plenty of potential.

That's why his boss made him a very particular offer.

"Hey, Oliver," the middle-aged owner said to him. "Now that you're getting more comfortable, I'd like to get you set up for a dinner shift. We could really use the help during that time."

"Oh yeah! No problem!" the redheaded boy agreed. Little did he know that around the corner, his fellow servers were looking at one another with a shared sense of nervousness. Oliver had no idea he was getting into.

The night shift brought quite a lot more customers to the restaurant. Oliver was working twice as hard as before to make sure everyone had full drinks and hot plates of food in a timely manner. He wasn't perfect by any means, but his hard work and dedication was clear to everyone.

He was so focused on putting orders into the POS system that he didn't notice a new couple being welcomed in by his boss.

"Saluti signore e signora! Your usual table is all set up. Right this way!"

By the time Oliver turned back around to see who had walked in, they were already out of sight.

"I'm not taking their table. You go take it."

"Fuck you! I took them last time! You do it!"

Oliver couldn't help but overhear two waitresses bickering quietly off to the side. They had been more casual around other tables during all the other shifts they worked together. It was a surprise to see them so adamant about not serving the couple that had walked in.

He'd dealt with his fair share of nasty customers in past jobs. There was one elderly woman at a cashiering job that had threatened to beat him senseless with her cane over an expired coupon. If he could handle that, he could handle anything.

"I can take their table!"

The two girls turned toward him, looks of shock plastered on their faces.

"Really? You WANT to take them?"

"Yeah! It's no big deal, really."

They didn't look entirely convinced, but they were still appreciative of Oliver's offer to take the burden off of them. They handed him a pair of menus and silverware before each giving him a soft smile.

"Your funeral, bud."

Oliver played it off as a harmless joke, snickering playfully as he headed off to the new table. Little did he know how serious his coworkers were with such a warning.

He'd never served anyone in the space behind the curtain before. He didn't know what to expect when he pushed the black velvet fabric to the side in order to step forward. When he got a good look at one of the diners, he nearly dropped all the items he had in hand.

Sitting pretty in the booth across from the entrance was the most stunning woman that Oliver had ever laid eyes on. Her beauty was enhanced by her long locs, brown eyes, flawless makeup, plush lips, and glowing skin illuminated by the candles.

Oliver could practically feel his jaw hanging open at the sight of the mystery woman. If her looks hadn't caught his eye, then the bold dress she wore certainly did. There was barely any fabric on the top half, just mere straps crossing over her curvy figure.

If he wasn't careful, he'd start chubbing up before he could even take her order. That would be embarrassing enough if it were just her. But there was also a tall, blond, and handsome gentleman cozied up next to her. Clearly her date.

Oliver was just grateful for the thick fabric of the apron and his notebook covering up the area.

He finally mustered up enough courage to step to the front of their table. When the lady looked up at him, her eyes shimmered. It was as if she were admiring some kind of precious gem or a beautiful flower. Still, Oliver wasn't confident enough to believe she was as amazed by him as he was to her.

"Good evening!" he greeted the two. "My name is restaurant, welcome to the Oliver."

Immediately, the boy's skin flushed to a deep shade of red when he realized he got his line backwards. He slapped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment, wishing he hadn't screwed up like that.

"I-I mean…my name is OLIVER. Welcome to the RESTAURANT. I cannot believe I did that…"

"Aww, you nervous, sweetheart?" the woman cooed, clearly amused. "This your first night? I haven't seen you around here~"

Her voice was as warm and sweet as fresh honey. The sound alone made it feel like his heart was pumping faster and faster and his blood growing hotter with every moment.

"Well…kinda," he admitted, smiling sheepishly. "It's my first dinner shift. I've been working lunches for a couple of weeks now."

The lady nodded, seemingly understanding of his situation. While she was warm and welcoming, her date seemed to be cold as ice. His frosty blue eyes were staring directly at Oliver, scanning over him carefully. It was like he was trying to figure out his entire personality with just a look.

It really put him on edge. Oliver wouldn't lie to himself about that.

"Well congratulations! You picked the best place in town to work!" she smiled. "We're regulars here! You'll be seeing us quite a bit. My name's Sis!"

She held out her perfectly manicured hand to the boy, happy to introduce herself. Oliver smiled right back as he slipped his hand against hers. He was a bit surprised to find it chilled to the touch, but not to a point of discomfort. After all, with hands as soft as hers, nothing about the experience was unpleasant.

After a good shake, the two let go. Not even a second after she released his hand did her date push his own hand in, grabbing hold of Oliver. The man had a much stronger grip, squeezing the fresh rather tightly as he shook.

"I'm David. Her husband."

Oliver felt his stomach drop as if he were riding on the world's steepest roller coaster. This wasn't some random date. This was a man she was in a committed relationship with.

"Oh my God, stop drooling over a married woman, you idiot. Dad raised you better than this!" Oliver scolded himself inside his head.

"Well, it's really nice to meet you! B-Both of you!"

David seemed to tone down his icy demeanor, giving Oliver a slick smile as he leaned back against the fabric of the booth. He tugged his wife to his chest, letting her cuddle up to him. Even with their intimate embrace, she still watched Oliver with big doe eyes.

"So! What can I get you started off with for drinks?"

Sis opened her mouth to speak, but wasn't able to get a word out. David deprived her of that.

"Bottle of Pinot Noir for the two of us to share. Red is the best. Right, doll?"

To Oliver's surprise, Sis didn't look happy with that choice. Her lips were stuck in a pout and she was looking down at her lap in disappointment.

"David, I've told you a thousand times, I don't like red wine. I want Chardonnay!" she whined.

"Hush, darling. Daddy knows best for you~"

That didn't sit right with Oliver. Seeing her uncomfortable made him uncomfortable too. Did her husband have a habit of forcing choices she didn't want? He seemed pretty pushy. Not to mention condescending as hell.

He nodded as he made his way past the curtain and down the hall to where the wine cellar was. While he was able to find the Pinot without issue, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander to the wall of white wines.

It wouldn't be very fair to not at least offer the lady a choice.

When he made his way back into the private area, Oliver held out the two bottles he had grabbed on his way out. David raised his eyebrows in surprise when he noticed the Chardonnay label.

"I hope you don't mind! I wanted to provide some options so everyone could get what they wanted."

The blond didn't like the decision to bring out the white wine, but it thrilled his wife to have her favorite drink as an option. Oliver couldn't deny she looked extra beautiful with the look of happiness on her face.

He popped open both bottles, carefully pouring each drink into their glasses. While David stared him down with deep focus, Sis was more relaxed with her expression. She mouthed a 'thank you' when she had her wine prepared. Oliver gave her a polite nod, but little did she know that on the inside, his heart was getting quite fluttery from the way she looked at him.

"Now then! What can I get the two of you for tonight?"

"Oh? Did they not tell you our regular orders?" David asked, raising an eyebrow. His lips were curled back into a smirk, taunting Oliver with a deep smugness. "You seem to have a long way to go in this business, kid."

He wanted to tell the guy off for mocking his newness to the restaurant, but Sis beat him to the punch.

"Oh David, be nice! You're gonna scare the poor boy off!"

David turned his gaze from Oliver back to his wife. There was a deep, intense focus in his icy blues. It was as if he was trying to speak to her without speaking out loud. The way Sis slunk back into the cushion of the booth made it seem like whatever message he was attempting to give got to her. It was like watching a small bunny cower under the intimidating stare of a wolf.

Oliver gripped his pen and notepad tightly, fighting back the anger boiling within him. He still remembered how, when he was a little kid, his father taught him that men who tried to control and hurt women were cowards. Pure Scum of the Earth. This guy was no different if he thought it was okay to act that way with his own wife.

"She'll have the chicken parmesan and a Caesar salad."

"Actually, Sir," Oliver spoke, not bothering to write down the order. "I would rather let the lady speak for herself, so I know for certain she's getting what she wants."

David didn't like that one bit. It positively baffled him that someone would talk back to him in such a way. Oliver stood his ground, not breaking eye contact with him for even a second.

Though David was furious at such treatment, Sis was elated by it. She appreciated the respect the redheaded server was granting her. The smile on her pretty face was all Oliver needed to know he did the right thing.

"Well! As a matter of fact, I was interested in trying some New York strip. I've been hearing really great things about it from my girlfriends!"

Oliver was more than happy to write that down for her. He eagerly scribbled away as she told him how she wanted the steak cooked and what kind of veggies she wanted for a side. Oliver even made a note to bring her extra potatoes as a way to show her extra care.

"I'd be happy to get that for you, Miss."

"Oooh! I haven't been called 'Miss' in quite some time. Aren't you a charmer~"

His cheeks were positively flushed with redness from her sweet coos of praise. It was worth it, even with her husband staring him down with a burning hatred.

"And for you, Sir?"

"The same. But make my steak rare. I have quite an appetite for something bloody."

Now Oliver wasn't feeling as confident in himself. Normally he would dismiss these comments as coming from someone trying too hard to be tough after listening to too many podcasts on being an "alpha male".

This was not one of those times. Something about the way David looked at him made it seem as if that was to be taken as a genuine threat. That he better mind his business or else he would be the one to become a bloody piece of dead meat.

Any confidence Oliver had before was promptly shut down. With a quick flick of his pen, he finished writing out the order and gave a nod before scampering off back to the kitchen. The sooner he got out of David’s sight, the better.

“How’s it going back there?” one server asked Oliver while clumsily put in the order. She must have sensed his nervousness from all the way back in the kitchen.

“It’s interesting…” he admitted. “That woman is really nice, but her husband looks like he wants to bite my head off.”

Oliver had been exaggerating when he said that, but when he glanced over at his coworker, she had a look of genuine concern on her face.

“Listen to me, Ollie. Just play it safe. David is not someone you want to mess with. Just be quick, respectful, and get out of his way so he can spend time with his wife. It’s your best chance at surviving the night.”

The redheaded boy let out a deep sigh as he passed the order along to the chefs. She was right. He couldn’t let his budding crush on a random customer cloud his judgment. All he had to do was work hard, and not let his emotions get the better of him. If everyone was happy, then he would be happy too.

“Okay. I can do that,” he said. “I appreciate everyone looking out for me.”

“No problem,” she replied, giving him a pat on the back before turning to leave. However, she didn’t get far before thinking of one last piece of advice to give.

“Oh! By the way! Don’t be shocked if those two are…heavy on the PDA. David’s quite wealthy, so Giuseppe lets him get away with more lewd stuff. If you see something, don’t say anything.”

That certainly wasn’t something Oliver was expecting to hear in terms of advice. He wasn’t even sure to what extent she meant by that. It wasn’t until he grabbed a basket of fresh bread for their table and made his way back to the area behind the curtain that he finally understood.

And boy, did he get an eyeful.

David had Sis firmly perched on his lap, letting her straddle him as he feverishly kissed her. Her hands were holding onto both sides of his face, stroking his beard lovingly. They both moaned into their kiss, pawing at one another as if they hadn’t experienced a sensual touch in ages. Tongues dancing together and bodies moving.

David had pulled down the fabric of her dress, letting the girls out for anyone coming by to see. It wasn’t a surprise that she didn’t have a bra on under such a skimpy piece, but it was still quite a shock to see a half-naked customer going at it with their lover without a care of who came their way.

Oliver kept his mouth shut, still very much shocked by the lustful display, but now knowing better than to say anything. Even if this wasn’t normal for the restaurant, he would still be a bit too shy to ask them to stop. All he did was silently move to place the basket on the corner of their table. They could take the basket whenever they finished..

His green eyes glance up just for a mere moment, moving without his control. He didn’t mean to, but even in that split second, his gaze locked onto the lady. Sis’ eyes opened, catching Oliver in her peripheral vision. The poor boy froze in place, hand still on the bread basket and eyes widening as the beauty watched him. Meanwhile, David’s eyes were still closed, his mouth now on her neck to nibble and kiss at her soft-looking flesh. Only Oliver and Sis were watching one another.

Oliver was certain she was going to scowl at him. Tell him to beat it so she could continue getting frisky with her hubby. But she didn’t. In fact, she did the opposite.

She smiled at him.

A smile that was a perfect mix of sweet and spicy. Something that showed she liked having him nearby for company, but also a hint of desire from him watching them. Her beautiful brown eyes were shimmering in the light, while her long lashes fluttered in a playful manner. She puckered her lips to make a kissing motion at him.

Was she….flirting with him? All while riding her husband?

Oliver was far too overwhelmed to even consider the idea. He scampered off out of the room, leaving the couple be in order to rush back to the kitchen. Better to let them be before his face went full-tomato in color. Even still, while he tried to keep busy with his tasks, his heart was beating a mile a minute.

By the time the dishes were ready to be served, he had managed to pull himself together enough to bring out their food with complete professionalism.

Sis and David looked more than satisfied. All snuggled up with one another. They had dressed up again, and their hair was a bit messier and faces flushed compared to the last time Oliver had popped in.. All he had to do was act like he HADN’T just seen them in a romantic embrace.

“Here you are! I really hope you enjoy the meal!"

The excited grin on Sis' face as she watched him set her plate of food down was all too sweet. She really was a beautiful lady, and every moment he made her happy ended up making Oliver happy, too.

Still, he wanted to make sure both of them were satisfied with their service. With the same friendly smile on his face, Oliver turned to David to set his own dish down, too. Unfortunately, he didn't get the same expression of delight that Sis had shared. David kept his lips pressed tight in a grimace. His entire body was in a tense form. Eyes of crystal blue were watching him with unblinking focus, like a hawk stalking its prey.

Everything about David was making Oliver nervous, but it wasn’t the intensity that finally made him stumble. It was how, for a split second, the color of his irises seemed to flash to a bright yellow right before Oliver’s very eyes.

Oliver jumped as he was setting the plate down, knocking into David’s glass of wine in the process. A sea of dark red wine sloshed outward, cascading onto the table, the cloth on top of it and down onto the lower half of Sis’ dress.

“Ah!!” she gasped. “SHIT! No! I just got this from Italy!”

The boy’s eyes widened in shock, tearing away from David and focusing just on the lady whose dress he had just ruined. She looked so upset, and it made him feel deep shame and fear, overwhelming his senses with panic. The blood in his face drained, leaving him completely pale.

“O-Oh! I am SO sorry, Miss!” Oliver stammered.

“Now look at this mess,” David tsked, crossing his arms and shaking his head. Unlike Sis, who was showing worry over her beautiful gown, he had an aura of disappointment. He was acting like a parent getting ready to give their child a firm scolding.

Unbeknownst to Oliver, David was already planning how he would teach him a lesson for ruining his wife's belongings. He would make the poor server boy realize just who he had messed with. Really make him sorry for his actions.

But he didn't get the chance.

"Please let me fix this!"

The redhead was quick to jump into action, first grabbing an unused cloth napkin and dunking it into an untouched glass of ice water to soak it. He kneeled down in front of Sis' seat and began gently blotting at the stain on her dress. Even with the dark fabric hiding the redness, he wanted to prevent any discoloration on the garment. All the while Sis watched with a worried expression.

"Don't worry! I know some tricks to help with this."

In between dabbing with the wet, cold rag, Oliver grabbed a nearby salt shaker and sprinkled some salt into his palm before rubbing it evenly over the red stain.

"Let that sit for a few minutes," he explained, getting back up to his feet and moving the items on top of the table around so that the soaked tablecloth could be removed from their sight. "After I toss this into the laundry pile, I'll grab some more stuff to finish cleaning!"

Oliver was off like a shot, racing against the clock so that the stain wouldn't set. He wouldn't possibly forgive himself if he ruined their night by his clumsiness. He wasn't even thinking about the odd moment with David's eyes. All he remained focused on was getting all the necessary supplies from the cleaning closet.

With his tools in hand, Oliver returned to the dining area, kneeling once again by Sis' side. The salt had come in handy for pulling a good amount of the red color out, but the next part would add an extra kick for help. Oliver's hands moved in a blur as he poured dish soap and hydrogen peroxide into a spray bottle. With the liquids measured to his liking, Oliver sealed and shook up the bottle to a sudsy consistency.

"Wow! Aren't you an efficient thing?" Sis smiled, holding out the fabric so that he could evenly spray the stain. "Where'd you learn this trick, honey?"

"Oh, my dad knew a lot about preserving clothes whenever they got stained, ripped, or worn out," Oliver explained. "Growing up, we had to make our stuff last as long as possible. Didn't have money to burn on new clothes all the time."

That's the understatement of the year, he thought to himself. Piles of bills and his father's restless nights worrying about being able to feed his child weren't something to take lightly. Still, he didn't want to burden the couple he just met with his life story. All he wanted to do was to fix his mistake so their date wasn't spoiled.

"Listen, I do feel bad about the mess. If the stain is still there by the time you're finished with your meal, I'd be more than happy to pay for any other cleaning you get done for it."

As much as Oliver wanted to offer to pay for the dress itself, he could not possibly afford the cost of a luxury brand dress straight from Europe. Not unless he saved his money for the next 50 years. Still, Sis' kind smile told him the offer he had given flattered her.

"Don't you worry your sweet head, hun," she cooed, tucking a finger under his chin and tilting his head up a bit more. Oliver softly gasped at the gesture, cheeks flushing red once again.

"Yes. She's right," David spoke up. Oliver nearly jumped out of his skin when he remembered her husband was right next to them. "Thank you for cleaning her up. It's good to know Giuseppe knows how to pick the best and most competent people to work here."

After a dinner of going back and forth between smugness and fear-inducing intensity, it was a relief to see David actually pleased with his work. Oliver quickly scampered back to his feet so he wouldn't push his luck with being so close to the guy's wife. Even if it was nice being around her, he wasn't a home-wrecker.

The rest of their night went off without a hitch. Both of them got to enjoy their delicious steak dinners in peace, and Oliver managed to keep their glasses topped off without spilling another drop. By the time he delivered the check to their table, it was safe to say he had redeemed himself.

"It was a pleasure serving you both tonight! How's your dress looking now?"

"Good as new all thanks to your quick thinking, hun!" Sis beamed, showing off the bottom half of her dress. Sure enough, Oliver's work had left it spotless once again. "I want to properly thank you for doing that for me."

Oliver wasn't one to take on acts of service for any rewards. He simply liked to make himself useful and ease the burden of others. But with the excited glint in Sis' eyes as she nudged her husband, he couldn't bring himself to decline such an offer.

That was until David dug into his pocket and pulled out the most massive wad of cash Oliver had seen in his entire life. He was practically bug-eyed at the sight. David reached out to place the stack of bills in his hand, but he shook his head 'no'.

"Wh-Whoa! That's very generous of you, but I can't possibly accept that much money from you!"

David was already intimidating enough. Having the ability to throw money around like it was nothing didn't help that feeling. Besides, he was just doing as his father would have done. Not accepting charity for basic decency.

"It's nothing! I haven't had such amazing service in a long time!" Sis insisted. "You worked hard and I can already tell you're gonna be our favorite server here. Let me show my thanks, Oliver."

Sis plucked the cash wad out of David's hand and reached her hand out to tug at Oliver's apron. He softly gasped as she tucked the money into his pocket, giving his chest a light pat afterwards. He felt like his head was going fuzzy.

"Besides…I have a soft spot for cuties with freckles~"

Oliver's heart was practically doing backflips in his chest. The couple smiled playfully as they put their arms around one another, ready to leave together. By the time they had moved past the curtain and exited the restaurant, he was still standing in place with a bright red set of cheeks and a pocket full of hundreds.

He would definitely be asking his boss for more dinner shifts going forward.

"It's amusing he put in all that work fixing the stain, considering you're gonna get it covered in blood for our hunt later."

David and Sis were enjoying the remaining moments of their date night together. With the light of the full moon illuminating the path of the Santa Carla streets, they could enjoy each other's company and keep their eyes out for a victim or two.

"He was a sweet guy," Sis sighed, nuzzling against her husband's shoulder. "Very polite, dedicated, hardworking. I overheard his thoughts, too. Poor thing struggled when he was growing up. He comes from humble beginnings."

"Yeah, and he thought I was being an asshole."

"You're just soooo intimidating, Daddy," Sis cooed, stroking his ego. "And he backed off when he found out we were married. He's a respectful boy."

Little did Oliver know that David was one of several partners that Sis was romantically involved with. Humans and their ideas of monogamy were all too amusing to vampires.

David smiled kindly down at his wife, noticing the substantial amount of bliss she was experiencing.

"You really liked him, huh?"

"Yeah. I did," she sighed dreamily. "He was like…a loyal puppy"

Little did she know that the gears in David's head were turning. He adored seeing his queen so happy, especially after the recent traumatic events she had gone through. She was a fighter to the end, and she deserved to feel safe again.

Perhaps the pup would come in handy to his queen.

end of part 1

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there’s a heaven above you (don’t you cry) - Part 12

Rating: M Pairing: Lost Boys/OC Fandom: The Lost Boys Warnings: violence, threats, swearing, referencing family trauma, mention of murder, death... 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 12: Burning Down The House

He left her alone after that. He went to take care of the body and probably find his brothers but Darcy was glad for the space to actually think. Sampson had told her to find her people. Camila would likely tell her to enjoy life while she had it, which was part of the problem in Darcy’s mind. How long would she have it? What if she pissed one of them off? Would they kill her? She was pretty capable of pushing buttons, even when she didn’t try and she liked living. She wasn’t doing much with her life right now, sure, but there were things she wanted to see, wanted to experience. She couldn’t do that if she was dead on account of her runaway mouth.

Dwayne though…made an excellent and unfortunate point, whether or not he intended to. They could have hurt her ages ago. She spends enough time fending them off but they always let her set the bar. They pushed but they backed off when she demanded. Dwayne gave her a front-row seat at just how dangerous they could be. That was only one of them. The group was likely exponentially more so and yet…before the other night, she had never really felt threatened. Yes, every instinct told her to run, that she was prey in front of a predator, but instead, they had teased and encouraged her and kissed her. Hell, if they wanted to kill her, David could have done it when she hit him across the head with a bat. Which, now knowing what he was, probably wasn’t her best idea. Whatever. She didn’t regret it. From what she’s seen, they all needed to have some sense knocked into them.

She sighed. She thought she dealt with this crisis after the pregnancy scare which, ha ha, joke’s on her. She could have been saved a lot of fucking grief if they told her from the start. Then again, the hunter did. So maybe this was on her a bit. Barely. Damn it.

It wasn’t like she was going to miss much. Darcy had decided ages ago she didn’t want children, not with the genes she carries. She wouldn’t subject any kid to her family trauma, intentional or not. So dating a vampire, or four, would effectively solve that problem.

She snorts to herself. Her mother would be scandalized. Not even about the vampire thing, but the fact that Darcy was dating four men. They’d claim she was doing it for attention. To spite them, and tarnish the family more than she already did just by existing. They wouldn’t even consider the fact that the men actually wanted Darcy, just as she is.

And that was the actual terrifying part if she’s honest. They want her. They have from the beginning and there have been no attempts to curtail her viciousness. The boys encourage it. They like seeing the damage Darcy can do and while she knows, she knows , she shouldn’t act out or want to seek retribution for stupid shit, she can’t help but feel justified at the way they offer to help. Warmth blooms in her chest at the way they grin and suggest she could do more. God, the things she could get away with if she had them on her side.

Maybe that’s enough. Maybe, if she is going to die at the hands of a vampire of all things, she’ll at least get the chance to feel wanted for once. That could be enough, right?

She was left alone for the rest of the night.

Darcy went through the motions, setting up the store in the morning. When Camila showed up, it took her about ten minutes before she asked Darcy.

“What’s wrong, mija?” Camila asked.

“I think I might be making a bad decision but I’m not sure I want to stop.”

“What kind of bad decision?”

“One with serious consequences.”

Camila looked concerned at that. “What do you mean?”

“You remember the boys you met the other night?”

“Si.”

“I’m not sure I can trust that…they have my best interests at heart.”

Camila sighed and turned towards her. She grabbed one of Darcy’s hands and held it. “Darcy, mija. Do you enjoy spending your time with them?”

“Yeah.”

“Have they given you any sign they’re gonna hurt you?”

Darcy was slow to admit it. “No.”

“Then this fear, the one you have? Is it truly from here,” she tapped Darcy’s chest. “Or here?” She tapped her forehead this time. “Whose voice is it that tells you this, hm? Does it sound like you or somebody who doesn’t want you to have nice things?”

Darcy frowned at that. That was…insightful. Darcy hasn’t considered the fact that her fear could be laced with whatever remnants of trauma her parents had subjected her to. Of course the only people who wanted her were monsters. Wasn’t she told often enough that she was one? Dwayne had been right that they could have hurt her if they wanted to but they didn’t. They just kept trying to ply her with affection. Affection that Darcy had learned from supposedly good and decent people came at a price. It always did.

The question was, what was this going to cost her?

Darcy left in the afternoon. Camila promised her that she would take care of the store and Darcy found herself a ride to the bluffs. Well, she stole a bike but she’d return it. Or not. If it was important to them they’d have locked it up.

It was easier to go down the stairs during the day when she could actually see where she was stepping and what to avoid. They creaked a little ominously but she still grit her teeth and went, carefully carting her cargo. The cave was surprisingly well lit considering it was a literal hole in the wall. It was eerily empty, or maybe that was because she knew they were hiding somewhere in here. Was it safe to wake up a sleeping vampire or was it like sleepwalkers where you just had to wait them out naturally?

Playing it safe, she made herself comfortable and waited. Well, she planned as she waited and if she doused a trail of gasoline around the cave, that was her secret. Not that it was that much of a secret and she moved the couch closer to the entrance so she could actually breathe.

David is the first one out. He pauses as he sees her, lounging back and smoking. She knows she looks like she doesn’t have a care in the world, even if her heart is beating overtime. She’s careful where she flicks the ashes though. No use starting something if she doesn’t need to.

“Darcy.”

“David.”

“How long you been here?”

“Long enough.”

He glanced around the place but only smirked in response. “I can see that.” He moved closer, slowly, considering what she knew they were capable of. “You came back.”

“I came to talk.”

“So talk.”

Darcy narrowed her eyes, already irritated. She was beginning to regret this already. “Don’t fucking rush me,” she said, pointing her fingers holding the cigarette at him.

He grinned in response. “Missed that.”

“You’ll miss more than that if you keep pissing me off,” she took another drag of her cigarette. “How does this work?”

“What work?”

“This…club you have. There a leader or it’s an ‘all for one, one for all’ mess?”

He looked at her carefully before he pulled out a pack of smokes of his own. She watched as he pulled one out and lit it. Man liked to live dangerously, she guessed. Or he was overconfident. She wished she didn’t find it stupidly attractive but nobody ever accused her of being particularly stable and healthy.

He was still wearing the same outfit she had seen him in days ago. Her nose scrunched up. How often did they wash? Oh god. She slept with him. She’d be lucky if she made it out of this without a UTI at this rate. If she survived at all. She didn’t remember him smelling bad though.

“Remember my father?”

Darcy scowled in response. “The asshole who burnt your hands.”

“Not a father in the traditional sense,” he said after taking a drag. “He’s the leader. Just likes to hide and play human, pulling strings from the shadows.” He looked at her carefully, suddenly far more serious than she ever remembers seeing him. “Don’t fuck with him, Darcy. He will kill you.”

“Okay,” she said. The warning does more to reassure her of their intentions than the continuous promises that she was safe with them.

There was laughter echoing from where David had appeared from. It was only seconds before the other three came crashing into the main foyer where Darcy and David were.

“Darcy!”

“Babe!”

They come racing forward. Paul plopped down on the couch next to her while Marko and Dwayne moved to stand next to David.

“You feel better?” Paul asked.

“Not entirely,” she said. “I came to talk.”

“You planning another murder, sweet thing?” Paul threw his arm over the back of the couch. “Can I come this time?”

She could hear the others sigh.

“Not the time,” Dwayne said.

“Read the room,” Marko added. “Her next murder might have been us. But hey, good news is you definitely would have been there for that one.” He sounds highly amused and she barely realizes Paul moved before she sees them play fighting around the cave.

“Boys.” They’re instantly standing next to David as soon as he says that. Interesting. That answered her question about the hierarchy in the cave. Or part of it, at least. “What do you want to talk about, Darcy?” She watched as he ground out the butt of his cigarette on his thigh. Not really an ideal place, in her opinion, but it made sense. They knew she laced the space with gasoline but the smell might have been too strong for them to guess where exactly it was. Not like the cave was completely dry in the first place. It was a fire hazard all on its own. Still, good to know.

“How do I know you won’t kill me?” Her cigarette should be put out, but right now it’s the perfect size to flick in their direction if she wanted to.

“We won’t,” she heard from them. It echoed around her, like multiple promises she can’t be assured they’ll keep.

“‘Sides,” Paul grinned at her. “You’re the one who’s been violent with us, babe. You’ve had just as many chances to murder one of us.”

She blinked before slowly smiling. He was right. She wasn’t some helpless victim. Darcy wouldn’t hesitate to stab someone if she had to. Or set them on fire. Proven by her setup this evening. She glanced at the butt of her cigarette before flicking it toward them. Darcy grinned widely as they scrambled away from it. The remains of the cigarette had burnt out though and it was an empty threat. “I guess I can work with that.”

The men seemed to perk up with those words.

“On my terms,” she stated.

“Of course,” David said with a smirk. They looked as if they’d gotten exactly what they wanted and maybe they did. That doesn’t mean that Darcy hasn’t either. Everyone can be a winner as long as she’s running the show.

“Can we…” Marko spoke up. “Take this elsewhere? Clean out the gasoline so that we don’t end up on fire next time Paul knocks over one of the barrels?”

“Hey!”

“I could eat,” Darcy added. She hadn’t eaten for most of the day. The weight of the decision to actually let them in ate at her instead.

“Paul,” David calls out. “Take Darcy to eat.”

He laughed as he got up. “Come on, sweetness. I get you all to myself.”

“And what will the rest of you do?” she asked, looking them over.

“Clean,” Marko admits. “You keep him out and we might actually get the gasoline out without the whole place going up.”

She grinned at them. “Good luck.”

Paul doesn’t lead her toward the boardwalk. Instead, he drives them to the same taco truck she had walked to with David. It wasn’t far from her motel.

“Here babe,” he handed her money. “Order what you want. I’ll hang back. I think I still smell like gas.”

“Impressive considering I didn’t pour any into your sleeping area.”

He grinned at her. “You couldn’t find it, could you?”

“Didn’t look.” She walked away and went to order. At least she didn’t have to worry about what he wanted.

Darcy looked back as she waited for her order. Paul was sitting on his bike, tapping out a beat that only he seemed to hear. He likely wasn’t lighting up because he thought he was covered in gasoline. Maybe she should have looked. It could have been hilarious. But then with the amount they smoke, she could have killed them…and she wasn’t ashamed to admit that she didn’t actually want them dead. She just wanted to stay alive herself.

When she walked back over to him, box of tacos in her hand, he leaned forward and kissed her. She closed her eyes, leaning into it slightly.

“Well?” Paul asked once they broke apart. “Do I smell?”

“Like death.”

“Come on, Darce…let me shower at your place.”

She stared at him, unimpressed. “Are you just trying to get into my pants?”

“Always. You think they’ll fit?”

She laughed, not expecting that answer. “We’ll have to see. Come on. You can shower while I eat.” She climbed on the back. “Don’t make me drop my food.

He winked. “I’ll go slow.”

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