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Summery: Marko takes you on a date to the cave to meet his pigeon friends.
A/n: I tried my best to describe the cave, but we all know what it looks like, so whatever. This might be slightly OOC, and there is really bad writing, so I'm sorry if it's just bad.
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Wheels skid to a stop close to the steep drop-off of the cliff. A couple of rocks fall down into the abyss, crashing into the ocean waves below.
"Holy shit, you drive like a bat out of hell" you say into Marko's shoulder as you tighten your grip around him and hide your face in his shoulder.
"Come on, you had fun." He laughs at your reaction.
"I genuinely thought I was going to die" He rolled a bit away from the edge so you could safely get off.
"That's how you know you're having fun" He kicked the stand for the bike so you can both get off. You were sure you were smiling like an idiot due to still being high on the adrenaline. He leads you to a side of the cliff that has worn down stairs.
You start to make your way down the stairs, hearing creaking as you walk. "How many times are you going to try and kill me in one night"
"It's held strong for years, you'll be fine"He jumps a couple of times, making the building shake.
"Marko!" You grip onto the railing since your life did kind of depend on it. He tries to hold his laugh in before he snorts and bursts into laughter.
"It's not funny. Keep moving." You swat at him with your hand to make him keep walking.
The stairs ended at a rocky beach. at the entrance of a cave. Scraps and trash were washed up in the rocks. A torn up wire fence stood in front of the entrance of the cave. Marko walks ahead of you, telling you to watch your step. Some blood residue was left on the rocks, which is to be expected.
You made your way through the entrance, walking to the already lit space inside. Marko jumped down, skipping the rocky steps entirely. While holding onto some vines, you carefully make your way down.
The cave was amazing, like their very own wonderland. Old decor hung from debris and rock. A broken chandelier lay in the center of an old fountain. You walked around looking at the cluttered decor.
"How did you guys get all this?" You turn back, finding him walking around the broken chandelier.
"Back in '03 a big earthquake hit this hotel. The ground opened up, sending it right down into our hands" He hops down from the spot, landing in front of you. He raps his arms around your waist, and your arms move to his neck. You pull him close to make contact with his lips.
"Isn't everybody else coming here?" You try to reason in between kisses. Marko had a habit of taking things far too quickly, which you didn't mind often.
"They're out feeding. It will be a while till they're back." You break away from him at his statement.
"Don't you also need to feed?"
"I can control myself"
He states before he starts to kiss up your neck. You lean your head to the side, allowing him easier access. You were so wrapped up in the moment to fully register the wing flapping sound coming from a little deeper in the cave. But Marko had heard it.
He pulls away quickly without much warning. Walking deeper into the dark cave toward the noise. It hurt a little that he was so quick to abandon the moment. He came back with a paper bag, and he handed it to you. Before you could ask for an explanation, 4 pigeons flew up. Landing on his arms, which he stretched out to the side for them to land. They all land in a row.
"This is Daniel, Dawn, Paula, and Margo." He points to each one down the line. They pay little attention to you besides a couple of coos in your direction.
"Are they all girls?"
"What can I say? Babes love me"The one on his sholder coos and snuggles into his chin.
There was something so endearing about seeing Marko care for these pigeons, but not just care, but befriend them. Marko was a vampire; he was meant to be a perfect predator, but yet he seemed to care so deeply. Even if he didn't show remorse while feeding, he kept showing you how he was still human in some ways.
You look in the bag to find birdseed and a few pieces of bread. Grabbing some of the seeds, you place the bag down. A pigeon, seeing the food in your hand, abandons Marko for you.
"That's Margo." Margo stood on your wrist and ate the seeds from your palm.
"Hi, Margo." You reach out with your other hand to scratch under her chin. Happy coos come from her catching the attention of the other tree, who also abandons Marko for attention and food.
All four were a handful, all wanted attention and food. You've never met birds as clingy as they were, although it was cute. You assumed Marko made them like that by spoiling them rotten.
One of them lost interest in fighting for attention. So she moved from your arm to Marko's, snuggling in between his neck and the collar of his jacket. You assumed it was comfortable for them due to how insulating it was.
"Marko, why pigeons?"
"They're one of the few animals that don't lose their shit at the scent of vampires" You hum in response.
"And they're very friendly and very adorable. That's how I knew they'd like you."
"What?"
They're adorable, and they like adorable things. And you fit the bill" Margo, who took a liking to you more than the rest, cooed in argument.
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Did anybody notice how I just named the pigeons the fem versions of the Lost Boys names ;3
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Summary: You are a vampire who was on the run after hunters killed your coven. While being taken in by Max and working at the store. A certain vampire tries to get to know you.
A/N: I tried my best to keep it gender neutral, but I'm sorry for any slip ups. The pairing is a bit weird since it is the Lost Boys x reader with a more focus on Marko.
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Life without your coven had felt as if everything good had drained from the world. They were your family. They took you in when you needed protection. But when they needed protection, you ran. Lucky enough, you ran into Max when you had gotten to Santa Carla.
You were weak due to not having enough to feed. Hunting had been harder without backup, and finding a place to stay for the night was not always successful. But Max had found you and helped you. He gave you a place for the night and blood to drink.
Your stay was only meant to be temporary until you felt assured enough to be on your own. Max had been very welcoming, he had even given you a job at his shop so you could earn money. You both have started to develop a routine.
Besides having to deal with a few airheaded people, it was nice to work there. Talking to people about movies was always a good time, and now you got paid for it. Although it was hard to control yourself when hunger arose, especially if a rowdy group came in.
One group in particular you caught on that they were vampires too. Max refers to them as "his boys," explaining how he has been a father figure to them. They have hung around the shop and, like tonight, have come in once or twice on occasion. David walked through the door with Marko, Paul, and Dwayne trailing behind. Max had previously pointed them out.
The group circles around the front counter area like predators hunting prey. As they walk, they mess with a few things here and there. You had spotted them but didn't pay much attention until you heard Max speak to one of them. You look up to see Max talking to David, who had a blank stare. You don't know what was said because of Max talking in a hushed tone.
David looks at you, then shifts his gaze behind you. A smirk on his face begins to appear as before, stepping out with the other Paul and Dwayne. Wait...David, Paul, Dwayne. That's only three. Where is Marko? You started to survey the store before you were spooked by a sudden voice.
"Hey" Marko leaned over the desk with a smile on his face. A sly smirk on his face as he rested his chin on his palm.
"Hi" unease settled in your voice.
"So you're Max's new stray?" His tone was smooth and curious.
"I'm not his stray," you corrected, not wanting to be known as that.
"Hey, I'm not judging. We were there once."
"This is only temporary."
"Sick of Santa Carla already. At least tell me you've hit the sights and had your fun."
"I haven't really been anywhere much."
"Well then, guess I have to take you out. Can't have you missing out on a good time."
"I don't want to bail on Max."
"I don't mind at all, it would do you some good" He came from behind you, urging you to go with Marko. You weren't in a spot to argue, not like you wanted to anyway. With that, Marko leads you out of the shop.
The noise and music of the crowded boardwalk fill your senses. Marko walks next to you as you both start walking along the crowd.
"So what's your deal?"
"My deal?"
"I'm not trying to be rude, but you're a new vamp in town, you're staying with the big guy, and you don't even try and talk to us."
"Maybe you guys aren't as magnetic as you think." You lied through your teeth. Of course they were magnetic, everything about them made you want to learn more. Their eye catching style, especially Markos's jacket.
"So you're going to tell me or what?" He changes the subject, not paying attention to your hit on his ego.
"Fine, I was turned in 1946. My coven was killed by hunters, and now I'm on my own."
"Dam" You huffed a bit at his plain response.
Both of you continue your walk through the crowd of people. The energy around the boardwalk was and energetic. With music blasting from all around and screams and yells of people having fun on rides or games. It was easy to get swept up in its craze.
Marko walks slightly behind you, watching you. You turn back a couple of times to find his puppy dog eyes watching you intently. Your attention soon turns to bright lights from the roller coaster, stopping you in your tracks. Marko takes the chance and wraps an arm around your shoulder.
He was close, really close, you could see every detail of him. His tight, crazy curls around his face and the slight smell of smoke and blood. His lips were pressed together in a smirk. He knew you were looking, and he reveled in the attention.
"Ever ride it?" His voice snaps you from your thoughts.
"What?" He motions to the roller coaster.
"Oh, um, no." You turn away, trying to hide the blush that's made its way to your face.
"It's good for one ride but gets old quick" He starts to walk with his arms still around you, leading you down the path.
"I can show you a way better ride if you'd like" He was tempting, beautifully tempting.
"Sounds interesting"
"I can show you now, if you're free" He turns to glance at you, waiting for your response.
It's not like Max would need you at the shop at all. "Now is good"
"Great" he smiles as he leads you in the direction of where the rest of the group was. You both walk up, catching the attention of David.
"Lookie who I got to join the party!" Marko's statement caught the attention of Paul and Dwayne.
"Nice of you to join us." David sounded cold and calculating. His smirk alone made you feel like you were below him in some way. A part of him felt familiar, like a cold reflection of Max.
"Care to share, Marko?" Paul had grabbed you by the waist, pulling you toward him. making you press up against him as he leaned on his parked bike. You gently swat his hand away, and he lets out a fake hiss of pain.
"Don't be weird, man," Dwayne scolded Paul's straightforward actions.
"Jalous, Dwayne?" He says as he mounts onto his bike.
"Rather, I have my hands on you." He mocks Dwayne with a flirtatious tone. Earning him a stomp on the foot from Dwayne in response.
Marko gave you a hand to get onto the back of his dirt bike. The engines all roared in unison. As they all pushed off and started to ride out. Your grip around Markos's waist tightened as he quickly gained speed. The excitement of danger made you feel alive again.
I'm still under the partial belief that Grandpa Emerson was sending them secret communications through the mail or something to give them tabs on what was going on in Santa Carla.
Maybe in one of the few times he went into town for himself before the Emersons moved from Phoenix, he noticed the Frog Brothers snooping around somewhere they shouldn't. Then he noticed the sort of gear they had on and that made him realize that there were still vampire hunter hopefuls in the town.
I fw this I know grandpa emerson has somthing to do with all of this. Also bc i know he has to be part of the story in a bigger way then just what was shown in the movie.
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Summery: You and Bill had been assigned as partners for a chem project, which happens to expose the chemistry between you two.
A/n: Reader is referred to as a babe, but besides that it's gender neutral. There's mention of Reader having a brother, but it's like 2 sentences. I low-key don't even know if the fandom is alive, but oh well. :3
Word count: 1.6k
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You've been waiting an hour for Bill to arrive. The two of you have been assigned as partners for a project in chemistry. You knew you would end up having to do most of the work, but him ditching entirely was not expected.
After waiting for a while, you decided to start working on research. Each pair of partners was assigned 1 main topic in chemistry. Then make a poster with a definition, a real-world example, and 2 pictures.
A ruckus broke your focus from the research. Looking up, you spot Bill and Ted playfully pushing each other into the shelves of books. Some books being knocked down and hitting the floor. A librarian shushes the boys, they apologize and quickly make their way to your table.
"Sorry I'm late. Oh, and I brought Ted along," gesturing over to Ted as he sat down at the table next to you. Ted gives a big smile and wave to you.
"This is a partner project, meaning we work together, Bill," you snap back slightly annoyed by his carefree attitude.
"I was working by getting us sustenance."He tosses a plastic bag from the Circle K, packed with snacks.
"You cannot work on an empty stomach."Ted adds on, trying to back up his friend.
Bill digs through the bag trying to find a certain snack. He has made sure to grab snacks he knew you liked. It was a way to show that he thought about you.
"I've heard you say you like these." Tossing a bag of chips and candy that happens to be your favorite across to you. He started to eat his own snack as he watched for your reaction.
"You've listened to me." You never thought he paid attention to you. Although weird, it was from easedropping, it made you smile at his show of interest.
"Ya if somebody talks about snacks, it's hard not to listen." He attempts to brush it off as he slumps into the seat next to you.
"Food conversations are most interesting." Ted intersected the conversation, attempting to be Bill's wingman.
"Shut up, Ted," he whispers back to Ted, slightly annoyed by him interrupting his moment with you.
Ted whispers back a "sorry" and turns back around, eating his Twizzlers. Bill takes a look at the papers for the projects.
There was not much to be done besides writing everything on the poster and drawing diagrams. You do your best to explain, but Bill gives close to no attention. Instead, he and Ted threw small marshmallows at each other, trying to land them in each other's mouths.
In an attempt to get work, you continue on with your explanation. But after one too many stray marshmallows hitting you, you had reached your limit.
"Thanks for the snacks, but I've been here for a while, and most of it is done, so I'm just going to head home." Pack up your stuff quickly to get out before making things even more awkward.
Bill's eyes dart to you, watching you pack up. He spots a biography of Abraham Lincoln among the books you were packing.
"That's that Abe Lincoln dude, right?" He tries to spark a conversation again, not wanting you to leave.
"Ya, he's my favorite president."
"People have those." The blank statement earns a small laugh from you, although he didn't mean it as a joke. Your laugh made his smile.
"I've met him once," Bill blurted out in an attempt to continue to have common ground.
You've met him?"
"ya, he's real, uh pres- prese-"
"Presidential?"
"Ya for sure." Ted turned to give Bill a 2 thumbs up, which Bill returned. They both acted like you couldn't see them when they did bits like this.
"I'll see you in class." Bill's childish action, although endearing at times, wasn't right now. Slightly annoyed, you make your way to the exit.
"Dude I think you blew it" Ted comments.
Bill quickly got up, speed walking to catch up, and caught up to you before you got to the door. "Hey, wait, listen." He got uncharacteristically serious.
"I didn't think somebody as smart and hot as you would need my help. I didn't want to get in your way and mess stuff up. His eyes kept shifting from you to the floor.
"I can do the pictures, and you can come over to my house so I can't skip out." Finally making eye contact with you. He pleaded with sad puppy-dog eyes that you could never really get enough of.
"I'll think about it," responding quickly and making your way out the door.
He quickly made his way back to the table where Ted was.
"They said they'd think about it."
"They are totally thinking about you, dude."
They both high-fived before rocking out on air guitars.
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"I was working by getting us sustenance."He tosses a plastic bag from the Circle K, packed with snacks.
"You cannot work on an empty stomach."Ted adds on, trying to back up his friend.
"Sorry I'm late. Oh, and I brought Ted along," gesturing over to Ted as he sat down at the table next to you. Ted gives a big smile and wave to you.
You made your way to the front door, ringing the doorbell with slight nerves. Sure, you were invited over to make it up to you, and it was for a project, nothing more. You had debated heavily if you would even show, but it was hard to say no to his small speech. It had replayed over and over in your head.
In an attempt to get work, you continue on with your explanation. But after one too many stray marshmallows hitting you, you had reached your limit.
Bill had always gotten your attention, it was hard not to. He was always out there. In a good way, even if he isn't the brightest. He was funny, friendly, entertaining to no end, and so handsome. The door opening breaks your thoughts.
You were caught off guard at seeing Missy. She had dated your older brother, but after they broke up, you didn't hear much of her. You had no clue why she would be at Bill's house.
"Well hi" she answers in a sweet voice.
"Um, is Bill here?" You were really, really hoping you hadn't come to the wrong house.
"Yeah,he's right upstairs" She lets you in, showing you to the stairs. His room was easy to find with the blaring music playing. You're knocking on his door, hoping he'll hear it over the music.
Bill opens the door, slightly taken aback, not expecting you. The music is now louder with the door open. "HI!" he has to yell over the music. You give him a polite smile, not attempting to yell over the music. He smiles back. A second of silence comes across before he remembers he has to let you in.
Walking through his room, he pushes some clothes out of his way to turn off the music. His room wasn't messy, but there were 100% cleaner rooms out there.
"So why is Missy here?" you ask as soon as the music cuts off.
"She's my stepmom"
"For real"
"Totally bogus, right"
"Wasn't she a senior when we were freshmen?" asking as you did the math in your head.
"Yeah," he simply states, sitting on his bed.
Moving on from that, you truly didn't want to know. So you decided to move on and not question it.
"I didn't see you in class"
"I skip to give this my utmost attention. I didn't want a new lesson to mess with my head." He smiled, proud of himself for actually trying. Even if it was mostly to impress you.
"We had class time to work on it."
"Oh." His smile fades into a complex look as if he were seriously pondering his decision. Disappointed that he is skipping out on a whole class where he had an excuse to talk to you.
"Well, I did make these most amazing pictures."
He handed you drawings of diagrams. Well, calling them drawings was generous, but they got the point across.
Bill had worked on decorating and finishing the drawings on the poster. While you helped here and there, you mostly planned out the script for the presentation. There was no way you were going to have Bill freely talk on the presentation.
But you ran into the problem of Bill's selective short-term memory. So you use the best motivator to help his memory: food. So line by line he learned, and each time he got a statement out without looking at the poster, you'd give him M&M's.
"Yes, perfect!" You respond happily, throwing an M&M at him, which he happily caught with his mouth. "And with that, we are done," tossing the bag of M&M's to him.
"You know you're a triple threat you're funny, hot, and you know how to have fun." His casual statement brought a blush to your face.
"You're pretty cute yourself." Taking a bite of your own candy. Your comment makes him pause, looking at you then back to his M&Ms. He was surprised you would compliment him back.
"Hey, I'm not cute, I'm hot." He tried his best to continue with his cool persona and hide his blush.
"No, you're adorable, like a lost puppy adorable." You scute close to him, leaning slightly forward toward him.
"I am not a puppy...I'm a stallion." His statement made you laugh. You can't deny how effortlessly funny he was. Bill loved your laugh. It was like the best sound he could ever hear.
Impossibly, he leaned in, kissing you. When you returned the kiss, he became bold. He pulls you from your spot onto his lap so you are straddling him. His hands were exploratory, to say the least. But coming to rest on your lower back. There was a taste of chocolate left over on his lips.
"woow"He had a big grin plastered on his face after breaking away.
"woow?" Slightly confused by his reaction
"I've been wanting to do that for so long."He looks at you with stars in his eyes.
"Can we do it again?"
You helpfully oblige to his request, pulling him back in and resting your arms around his neck. He was an idiot, but an idiot you fell for nonetheless.
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bonus:
"They trained you like a dog, dude."
"So what, Ted? Has a babe ever done that to you"
"No," he paused a moment before answering and shaking his head.
Sumerry: You and Marko have gone out for around a year,almost every night you two would have dates on the boardwalk or go on rides. But it's hard living on a vampire schedule while still being human. Sometimes a cozy night is what you need.
A/N: Life wants to keep me down rn so I stayed down and wrote this.
A harsh knock on the window woke me up from my sleep. Calling it knocking is generous, it was more like banging. I tried to ignore it, but then it would start again, but louder. I groggily got up from my desk, walking over to the window. Outside, Marko is swinging from the tree with a smirk across his face.
He was hanging from the tree branch that was not too far from my bedroom window. He kept swinging back and forth like a kid at recess.
"Were you kicking my window?"
"How else was I meant to knock? My hands are busy." One hand let go of the branch, showing how he could have easily nocked with hands but decided not to.
"Can I come in or not, cutie?"
"Come in." I move back into my room, feeling a strong gust of wind as he comes in. Hearing his boots hit the floor as he landed and walked behind me.
On my desk I see the clock, it was 11:36 pm. Damn, I must have knocked out while trying to study. Marko and I usually meet around 10, no wonder he came to my house.
"Shit, I'm sorry, Marko. I was studying, and I guess I crashed."
"Thought so, cutie." He grabbed me by my arm, pulling me close until I was right up against him. The cool leather touched my skin, helping to wake me up. "So I decided to swing by and save you from boredom."
I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss. I intended it to be a small peck on the lips, but Marko kept me in place. He had a metallic taste on his lips, most likely from blood. It was strange at first, but I quickly grew accustomed to it. It's not like the metallic taste was bad at all. I ended up pulling away out of need for air. We break away, and he makes his way to my desk.
"So this is what has all your attention."
He flips through the papers on my desk, some new and some old, that I need to throw away but forgot to. He quickly got bored by it, shifting his attention to a small toy ball I had on my shelves.
"Trust me, I don't want it to. I've been trying to shove this in my brain, but nothing's sticking."
"I can help,I know things." He tosses a small toy ball up in the air, then catches it over and over. I'm not fully sure how he found that,I'm pretty sure I lost that in the mess of my room a whole ago.
"Fine" picking up a random paper and asking a question.
"What year did Columbus set sail?"
"Pass" he says without missing a beat.
"What is the chemical symbol for gold?"
"Um pass"
"How about this, what is the powerhouse of a cell?"
"For sure pass" He throws the ball up and catches it again and again.
I give Marko a blank look because he has been zero help. I wouldn't have to restudy any of this if I actually passed the first time. But last time I decided to go out with Marko instead of studying.
"What? I'm not a trivia guy. That's more Dwayne's thing."
I tossed the papers back on my desk, which was already a mess of different subjects. "How am I ever going to pass any of this?"
"Oh, I know this one,dropping out."
Marko tosses the small ball to me. Catching it, I set it aside out of his reach before he broke something I actually cared about.
"Come on, baby, no job, no college, an infinite future." He walks close to my chair, placing his hands on either side of me, caging me in.
Leaning slightly out of my chair, getting close to his face. Teasing him with the proximity and the slight chance I will say yes. "I'm not dropping out," I state, standing up and pushing him aside so I can collapse onto my bed.
"Oh come on, we turn you, and you leave all that boring stuff," motioning to the stack of papers, "and be with me and Paul."
"and Paul?"
"Paul gets lonely, and who are we to deny him attention?" Marko smirks at his own comment. He takes off his jacket as he makes his way to my bed, dropping down next to me.
I cuddle into his side, resting my head on his chest. His skin was cold, sending a shiver down my spine. Marko ramped an arm around me, his other hand resting on my cheek. He once said he liked to feel my skin because of how warm I felt to him.
"You know, once in the 70s, David and I were—" Marko started to ramble on about some story from his past that randomly came to mind.
He had a habit of rambling, I think it's because he liked the sound of his own voice. It was always interesting to hear about his life as a vampire living through the ages.
His voice continued to soothe me by pulling me out of my own worry-some thoughts. His voice matched his energetic charm while still holding a slightly old-fashioned yet timeless accent. The more I got to know Marko, the more I picked up on things that were hints of the long life he's lived.
Exhaustion started to catch back up to me. I tried to keep my attention on what Marko was saying. Markos's voice was oddly soothing for such an energetic guy. It was always nice to hear him ramble on about something. It gave me a sense of energy yet comfort when needed. But before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
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Summery: You have worked at a craft store for a while. Tonight was not your first night shift, but it was your first for meeting Marko.
A/N: I haven't seen a lot of single pairs for lost boys x reader. Don't get me wrong I LOVE poly lost boys and I might write some later, but I still think we need a bit more single pairs.
Somehow I got roped into the night shift. Strange, since the owner usually worked the night shift, but tonight he had a meeting with the owner of the VHS store. Mark or Mac, something like that. Who has a meeting at 9 o'clock at night is a whole other question. I don't really care money is money, and with summer coming up, I need a bit of extra cash.
It wasn't too bad, most of the time it was empty with only a few regulars stopping by. Sundown was when things sped up with parents or kids scrambling for last-minute projects. After that rush, it slowed significantly.
"Here you go, Mrs. Johnson." I pass the bag over the counter with the receipt.
"Thank you, sweetheart."
She grabs her bags, giving me a smile. She was one of the regulars that come by usually after sundown, so I only see her as I'm leaving for the day or shopping late myself.
"Remember to tell me how the quilt turns out next time you're here."
"I sure will have a nice night." She makes her way to the exit. I turn back to the register, fixing up the counter since I realized it got a bit messy. I overheard her thanking somebody for holding the door open as she left. Knowing the person came in, I say, "Welcome," without glancing up.
He replied with a "Thanks,"carrying it out with a flirtatious tone. I look up to see who exactly walked in. He's had an eye-catching style. His jacket was a mess of patchwork that somehow worked. His tight curly blonde hair in a mullet fashion.
He wandered around, stopping here and there. I caught him glancing at me a few times, and I'll admit I did the same. How could I not? Every part of him was eye-catching. His unique style and angelic features made it hard not to stare a bit.
Continuing out with my tasks around the shop, making my way to restock some of the shelves and fixing up some messes left behind. I intentionally stayed out of the aisle he was in to avoid an unwanted interaction.
He turned into the same aisles I was restocking. He leaned back on one of the shelves as he watched me. This was getting a bit creepy.
"Can I help you?" I sounded a lot more confused than I was hoping to.
"Are you new?" deflecting the question with a question.
"No, I usually work afternoons or mornings, so I'm just new to you."
He moves from one side of the aisle to the other, ending up right next to me. "Well then, not new girl, I'm Marko." He had a certain look about him, soft features that contrasted his rough-patched aesthetic.
"I know, I mean, I don't know you, but I've just seen you and your friends around." Making my way back to the front counter, hoping it was the end of this weird interaction.
"So I'm just that memorable, huh?" He starts trailing behind me.
"It's hard to forget your friend constantly catcalling women."
"Oh, come on, he doesn't mean anything by it. Paul is just an attention hog."
"Right because that makes it better." Replying as I walk behind the counter.
He follows not too far behind, leaning over the desk with a smirk across his face.
"Maybe I can take you out on a ride, to ya know, smooth things over."
I would be lying if I said it wasn't tempting. With his big puppydog eyes and childish smirk on his face. Every part of him felt inviting.
"And ride where exactly?"
"Ride on the beach and maybe take you up to Hudson's Bluff."
"You mean where a bunch of people have gone missing?" No way, you're crazy man." Turning away from him, walk to the other side of the counter area.
"Ok, ok, so just the beach." He quickly follows my direction on the outside.
"I might be free around 2 tomorrow."
"2? No, if I'm taking you for a ride, it's going to be at night." There was a bit of defensiveness in his tone, like he was covering for something else.
"Night riding?"
"You'll never truly live until you have." Passion showed in his eyes, clearly having pride in the hobby. He showed so much emotion with his eyes alone.
Engines then roared outside, catching both of our attention. Outside, Marko's friends were on their bikes. I assumed that was the time to go signal. Marko turned back to me before starting to back up to the door.
"I'll meet you here tomorrow at 9pm." He was out the door before I could respond.
I think everybody can agree that Marko has greek statue features
A/N: This is To Kill a Mockingbird and The Lost Boys crossover. If you haven't watched or read TKAM, that's fine.I would suggest at the very least watching a scene pack of Atticus, but then again, do what y'all want.
Word count: 636
ch1: A helping hand
Maycomb, Alabama, 1936
A chill in the wind has started to sweep through Maycomb. December has once again come to town, bringing holiday cheer. A thick fog has rolled into Maycomb. Creating an unusual feeling, some saw it as an omen, most paid no mind.
Attacus's POV
An older gentleman had taken my usual spot, making me park in a farther spot. The walk had still seemed manageable early in the morning, although the weather had taken a sour turn. The cool wind is what made the walk feel longer. The wind whipping past my face is only the start of the impending storm. I walk with my neck in my scarf and an arm tightly clutching the presents to my chest.
During my lunch break I was able to get some presents for Scout and Jem. I've already gotten them their Christmas gifts, these were more of an apology for my longer workdays. They were small gifts, nothing notable, but they came from my heart, which I know Scout and Jem will appreciate.
Getting to my car had felt like a triumph against Mother Nature. A creak came from the door as I fought to get the passenger door open. I put the gifts securely on the passenger seat, and the wind practically closed the door for me. Making my way around the car, I open and close my balled-up fists. Pops come from my joints as I flex my hands. Age had seemed to show itself more and more.
"Help me"
A cry for help broke my thoughts. My eyes quickly move from my hands toward the street. A fog blanketed the street. If anything were out there, it would be difficult to see it coming. My eyes soon make out a figure lying on the ground. At least what looked like a figure could very well have been a shadow on the group. The street had started to feel uncharacteristically eerie. Thick fog had continued to obstruct his view.
"Hello, are you alright?!" I start to inch closer, trying to get any sense of what is happening. Nobody should be out in this cold.
"Please help me," the same voice called out again. It was the voice of a woman.
As soon as I hear her pleas again, my feet move faster in the direction. There is no possible reason why a woman would be on the ground crying out for help in this weather.
"Ma'am, are you alright? Are you injured?" I call out as I get closer to the shadowed corner. A chill went down my spine, but it wasn't from the cold but from instinct. I know I need to help her, but a part of me felt like prey.
She was lying on her side, she attempted to keep herself up. Her long brown hair swept around in the wind, covering her face, keeping her identity hidden.
"Please help me, Attacus." Her voice was... haunting.
She knew my name. How? I don't recognize her. I can't see her face, but her voice doesn't seem familiar. Perhaps I might have forgotten. That must be it; it has to be. Ignoring my better instincts, I pick up my pace, stopping once I am in front of her.
I knelt beside her, trying to get a better look at her face. Her hands jump to the collar of my shirt before she slams me down against the ground. My head hit the concrete with enough force to make everything split into two. Dazed, I try to get up or at least try to move. Not before her hands found their way to my throat, limiting my oxygen.
"I knew you would decide to help Attacus. We will be perfect together."Her words soon faded as everything went black.
Ik people voted for more Lost Boys focus, but I still need to go through some TKAM for it to actually be a crossover so bear with me guys. Any comments or questions are always welcome. :3
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