#ali!david

But the loudest noise was coming from the band playing on the beach. The hum of the guitar ebbed and flowed with the tides. The crowd jumped and swayed with the music, their energy building with each note.

No one in the crowd noticed him. They didn’t see the pale skin with blue creeping through his veins. He truly was a sight; too bad no one could see him. Well, they could see him if he tried to draw enough attention to himself, but he didn’t need to. He just floated there, content with just being there.

The band ended their encore. The lead singer waves his goodbyes to the crowd. The lead singer did this almost every performance.

Something was different this time. It might have been a trick of the light or just wishful thinking, but Holland swore that the singer looked him right in the eyes.

What a foolish thought.

@holland-the-ghost

“𝕿hank you, Santa Carla! Thank you! Good night!”

Another show done and David was waving out to the crowd. Did that every night…Wide grin, baritone growl and all-Always looking out in the crowd for something…A fan alone to feed on, someone that interested him enough for talking-

Would’ve thought he’d seen a ghost from how he looked at the boy that caught his eye tonight. Could’ve sworn there was something there that night that didn’t belong. A little too pale, something faintly blue running through his veins barely seen in the light…

Didn’t see that every day…A boy that looked barely alive if he even was anymore. David winked at the boy, saving a frantic wave for him. In a crowd of people looking for the singer’s attention (which he was known to give to the fans that wanted to have him most, easy feeding for a hungry singer just beckoning to be drawn closer-) he was drawn to the boy not even looking for it…Just feeling the music like it sang under all that substance in his veins.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

After the show, David was free to go wherever he wanted…Nothing holding him down until the sun came up to start another day. Seeing the boy nearby he chose to prowl behind him.

A whistle filled the air, a lazy wave from his gloved hand…Wasn’t trying to scare the boy, but known to have that effect on people when he came up to them from behind. The boy in front of him posed things he didn’t understand but wanted to.

“Take it you enjoyed the show, friend?”

@santacarlasiren

𝕯avid was sitting in an old, decrepit looking lifeguard chair in need of fixing on the beach under the boardwalk. Whistling to himself after a show as he cleaned that handkerchief he took around everywhere when he heard a girl’s voice call out to him. This wasn’t completely to be unexpected for the vampire, he liked to whistle to keep it from getting too quiet but also as a way of drawing out anyone near. Most people weren’t by the beach this late at night, except the annoying surf nazi kind-and if they were then they were also the type of person to be alone looking for something to find. Always an easy feeding if he’s seen one, even if he’s already fed well for the night. Never could say no to seconds…dessert…In spite of the fact Dwayne had more of a sweet tooth than the platinum blonde ever could.

He adjusted himself in his chair, waving at the girl slowly and coyly like he’d been caught red-handed doing something he shouldn’t be.

“Just wanted a little fresh air.” He grinned, his hand up near his face. “It’s nice down here…” The blonde moved his head, looking around. “Quiet…Nobody around this late but me. Might even get lucky tonight-” Under the boardwalk had a reputation for being where kids went and made out with each other, but the sly expression and the way he sniffed indicated he meant a different kind of lucky.

David rested his arm out on the rickety armrest, fist holding his face. “Shouldn’t I be asking you the same question? Gotta come around here a lot to notice I’m always down here, ah. Never seen you before. Enlighten me.” The vampire pointed at the girl. “Tell me about yourself, stranger…Give me a name to call you by-Least you can do after that little entrance. Now I’m dying to learn more!”

“𝖄ou’re either with us or you’re against us!”

Well, I suppose it always is nice to know who you’re declaring you’re up against…

“You” he answered for David with a giggle. “You have the kinda aura a chuwahwah has, ugly but cute. Like scrunchy or something I dunno.”

( @highvamp69 )

𝕯avid didn’t want to be here. He was just hungry and wanted to go hunt for something to eat. But, Paul was keeping him in a death grip in the nest, keeping him there if he wanted to leave or not. If he really wanted to at all-Never did mind time with any of his boys really…“I like Stars…” One of his hands was in Paul’s hair, the other drawing along the consolations with his fingers.

“Beautiful aren’t they? Bright like us…Already dead before you can even see ‘em…like us. Everything else in the world changes and the stars look the same…Always looking at the same sky every night…”

The vampire’s introspection was cut short by Paul managing to call him both pretty and ugly at the same time. “Flattering of you, Paul.” He rolled his eyes, nudging the other blonde a bit playfully. “Want me to say you’re pretty too? ‘Cause you are…” His voice soft as honey, dripping in that smooth affectionate tone he knew best.

Although it was obvious that someone like herself should stay far away from guys like David. But somehow she finds herself crawling back to him after their encounter. Of course, he was an asshole for nearly making her fly off a cliff. Then again, she was in the moment and barely watched where she was going. But Amelia also kept her word on making a deal with David that she had to do whatever the winner said.

At this moment, the dark haired girl was waiting after the show by the stage, wearing a pink pastel top, high waisted shorts, washout out denim jacket, and converse. Her long dark curls flowing free in the summer breeze. As soon as David left the stage, Amelia comes out of hiding, "Nice show out there, pretty boy. Finally decided to stay and watch this time"

@hiphopgirl16

//OOC: Thought of doing a jump skip for the time being

𝕿he routine of a life like his made it hard for David to know what day it was anymore…How much time had really passed between his last encounter with the girl. Partied all night…Performed most of them…Slept all day until the sun went down and it was safe to go out and roam the night. It had been another good show for him and the boys, though bad shows were rare for them now. That cocktail of routine, of doing the same thing over and over again mixed with the way the blonde’s mind was one to disassociate-get lost in all the music until it was time to end it and go off-always had time to kill after a show. Most nights looking for a feed or a fan if he didn’t go out on a ride.

Tonight he hadn’t broken a sweat, hard to sweat when your body didn’t produce a kind of warmth like that anymore. Not the littlest bit tired yet, used to the theatrics of the punkish and sultry attires and body glitters that came from a life like this. Just when he was about to change for the night he saw Amelia waiting for him. Huh, hadn’t expected to see her so soon after their last encounter, whenever ago that was now-The night she’d almost went off the cliff during their race off Coronado Bluff…

“Well, look who came back to grace me with her presence!” He taunted at the girl. “Haven’t seen you around here in a while…Glad you could join us tonight.” The blonde vampire grinned at her, putting his fist to his chin and taking in Amelia’s outfit for the tonight. “Ah, back in the pretty pastels too, girl. Missed them-” He pouted. “And you…I can put on a good show if you stay around and watch.” David shrugged with a smirk and snicker back on his lips.

𝕳ave been seeing a lot of people complaining about the Santa Carla fireworks…To tell you the truth, I don’t mind them all that much. Neon lights rising up in the sky inevitably every Fourth of July night…Burning bright-but burning out eventually…Never a bad view to see in the dark of the sky so long as I’m careful to not get too close to ‘em…Take me for a firework fan until they get too loud and close to me…Thunderous and explosive-colorful warfare painting our world…Familiar in all the wrong kinds of ways-

Like a lot of noises, friend…Easy enough as it is to forget when they get loud enough…But, not all…

𝕬w, looks like Michael forgot to zip up his own fly before heading on out to see the show tonight! Doesn’t make me a bad lover to not tell him how long he walked the boardwalk like that, friend…Does it? That’s the price of independence…Letting the boy make his own mistakes and decisions…Wasn’t a bad view to look at either. (¬ᴗ ´¬ )