#coramasters

Dwayne brought his hand up and touched the side of her face, welcoming the warmth of her dark skin beneath his cool fingertips. Now cupping her cheek, he bent down and brushed his lips against her temple, where he closed his eyes and indulged in her rich, soothing scent.

Dusk quietly claimed the skies of Santa Carla, and it wasn't long before night reigned supreme. Dwayne sat on top of one of the benches at the empty skate park, where he smoked a cigarette and stirred in his thoughts.

1987 was like a bad dream, too surreal to have occurred, yet it only happened not that long ago. In the blink of an eye, just about everything Dwayne lived for as a vampire was gone. The selfish greed of a head vampire, Max, cost him nearly his entire family, including his own life. The only ones who survived the aftermath of a disastrous plan were the two oldest boys: David and Dwayne. Technically, Dwayne had died, but David, being ever resourceful, was able to bring him back to life. Most humans failed to realize how difficult it was to truly destroy a vampire, and it also depended on the type of vampire. It was mere dumb luck that the teenage vampire slayers got the jump on the Lost Boys, on top of Star's failure to kill Michael, and Michael's persistence of maintaining his humanity that helped them prevail.

Decades passed since it had only been Dwayne and David, but even then, Max had been around as the father figure for them. Now, it was just two Lost Boys, trying to rebuild their lives after losing so much.