𝕭𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝕺𝖋 𝖀𝖘

𝕾𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖉𝖆𝖞.             𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖔𝖑𝖉.                        𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖊.                                    𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖋𝖚𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖆 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊.

David from The Lost Boys

mutuals only / low activity

mature and triggering themes will be present, including violence, gore, swearing, drung/alcohol use, possible sexual content

side account to @kegkinghargrove Follows will happen from there.

you didn’t have to tell marko twice. he followed behind david just as quick, their movements so quick it didn’t even leave footprints in the sand. as if always floating. a little bounce was given as he clung to david’s jacket, peeking out from behind him. he waited– watched as the couple got heavier in their actions. a tilt of his head was given and as he saw the man adjust to remove swim trunks; marko was behind him in a flash. looking at the girl for a moment then as he looked at the man, his face twisted. “hiya!” grabbing the man by the hair, he threw him up into the air before flying up and throwing him onto the ground; hearing bone crack. a twisted laugh left the younger vampire before landing ontop of him with his knees pressed into his back. “your boyfriend’s cute!” he hummed as he ran fingers through the stranger’s raven locks. fingers twisted into the locks before pulling his head back and plunging fangs into his neck. a gloved hand covered his mouth as the man screamed against it. marko was insatiable. a curse of a newborn. he drank hungrily— messy. 

a giggle of excitement left him, little kicks of his feet again as he floated in the air. the moonlight lighting them up as if they were ethereal beings. but that’s what they were, right? both beauty beings of the night. beautiful but deadly. he didn’t notice the fingers through his hair, flying off into the night with ease. the wind in his hair was always the most amazing feeling but of course, he landed with grace right on the beach out of sight. no need to alert those. he waited for david, arms outreached for his maker, fingers wiggling. “i see the perfect couple over there! ready for picking….” the couple making out under the board walk. looks like things are getting spicy. a shame the guy won’t make a home run. 

Ah, yes—the ritual. One Paul has meandered into many times. Arms fold over his chest, a mild hum leaving him foot idly tapping in beat to the music that was playing lowly. Paul didn’t take nearly as much time to get ready as David did—honestly, none of them did, really—but regardless, they still had to wait, and some of them could get…cranky.

“𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.” His tone was playful—teasing—knowing that his sense of humour could get under David’s skin. As he watched the other put his coat on, Paul gestures for their leader to go ahead of him. “𝐂’𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐜’𝐦𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠!”

marko was clingy. all the boys knew that. he was touch starved and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. he moved closer to david, grasp tighter around his arm before an excited look graced his features. soon the hands unwrapped around david’s arm and he floated up into the night sky. “the board walk always has some savory characters!” he giggled before little feet kicked in excitement. “or town!”

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦—

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

—𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞!

Written by JT | CAT | MANGO.