MINORS THIS HAS MENTION OF DIRTY TALK, DO NOT INTEREACT
It started with feeling your hands through his hair...it felt nice to him...a touch so soft he hasn't remembered since before he was turned. Your hands, always tangled in his hair, complementing it because of how he took care of it, "just for you my love..." he would mumbled into your hands, as he kissed the knuckles, lightly nipping then which caused a giggled to escape your lips. The lips he's kissed dozens of times and never got tired of...to him they always tasted like cherries somehow..."how do you get your lips to taste like cherries my love?" He would always ask and you would always responded with. "My little secret my darling."
But he knew this was a dream, a dream he would have to wake up from in the nightfall but he always tried to cherish it as long as he could before his boys woke him up...he'd be a bit irritated at first from it but the boys always pulled a chuckle from him. But they could sense his irritation from waking up and leaving the lovely landscape of that dream. Through their bond, they could get glimpses of the dreams he'd have. Marko wouldn't admit it, but he's seen those hands in his dreams as well; they all have!! Markos being the most vivid. Paul only remembers the scent of the person their dreams, they smelled like fruit and flora to him. It always made him crave it when he awoke; after waking up, he'd always go for a fruit stand on the boardwalk and pick the fruit that they would smell like that evening. Dwayne remembers the eyes...wide, and full of love. The type of eyes that never wavered with guilt. The eyes that were always filled adoration with the person they were ment to be with in front of them. Dwayne tried to describe the eyes to Paul, who he hoped had caught glimpses of them but never did. They all shared the same person in their dreams, wondering what it ment...not knowing that Max might have the answer. They didn't want to bother Max with their dreams, listening to him always caused a snore fest they would say. Maybe it was because his lectures tended to go into details they didn't want to listen to...
David did remember something that Max said though..."remember boys...finding your mate comes in different times..." he can't for the unlife of him remember what the rest of what he said was. Oh well!! David had more important things to do tonight then remember what Max told him and his boys. He got up down from the rafters and begun getting ready for the night, not realizing that there will be a new joining resident of Santa Carla joining.
You hummed as you unpacked the last of your boxes into your new housing apartment. The landlord seemed nice enough to wave the first month's rent since you were down on your luck and had just got a job at a grocery store near the beach itself. Those jobs aren't easy the old lady said while petting her furry companion of a beautiful white Persian cat. Little guy was well taken care of too. She told you that he may stop by here and there when he gets out of her own home, this particular apartment was always one he liked to hang around at. She gave you the house keys and some food to start you off nice and welcomed. She also had a cryptic warning but you couldn't remember what it was because you got distracted by the curlers in her hair trying to uncurl and bounce themselves around. But you do remember she said you can stop by her home and office if you ever needed anything.
After waving her goodbye and gently closing the door, you begun to unpack some clothes to enjoy a night stroll, get a good look at the nightlife you expected to see here and there when you work. You put on a nice loose tank top with some bell bottom jeans; your hair was up in a high ponytail.
You made sure the apartment keys were in your bag before leaving and locked the door, heading toward the famous boardwalk.
It was hectic for anyone new but slow crowd for the boys, scanning around for any prey they can sink their teeth into for dinner. Paul was having the time have his life trying to pick up a blonde woman that was giggling as his jokes, falling for the whispers in her ear. Marko wouldn't lie, but he was getting a little jealous of the woman, he always likes the way Paul rough houses with him when they play but he was a big fan of the way he gained goosebumps from the way Paul whispered the dirty things in his ear...but he was brought out of that when he noticed a change in scent around the crowd. He begun to sniff the air, sneaking away from his pack to follow the sweet aroma...he could paint it with the way this scent was...a sweet honey mixed into what he could describe as cherries in spring time. He pushed and shoved absent-mindedly, trying his hardest to get to the scent, flashes of his dreams were coming to his mind the closer he got to the source. "C'mon...c'mon give me what I'm looki-" he was cut off by the source. He got irritated at first until he looked straight at who it belonged to...here he was ready to punch the nose of whoever it was that bumped into his searching frenzy only to actually find her...you!!
You raised your hands immediately to apologize and try to calm the tense boy up but was abruptly stopped when he carefully grabbed your hands; you blushed at the way he admired them.
The caresses were gently, like he was searching for something.
"Excuse me...are you okay?" You asked causing him to come out of his trance and look at you and the pace he nodded made you swear he was full of sugar, but it made you giggle some.
That giggle...it sounded like chimes when the wind is gentle, it tingled his ears, he shuddered at the way it calmed his nerves. He only ever felt this way when it came to Paul and the pack...this had to be the girl they've seen in their dreams...
You removed your hand from his touch and waved to him as you went around with the flow of the crowd. "Sorry for bumping into you!!" You had called out before disappearing into the crowd but your scent never leaving, if anything coaxing him to follow you.
He was beginning tk before he felt a hand on his shoulder which caused his head to snap to the owner. It was Paul and the pack was with him.
"Marko where'd you go to in such a hurry?" David had asked. He was a bit surprised that Marko just left them like that, usually they would find him with blood over his knuckles whenever that happened. But that wasn't the case, David noticed the way markos eyes were blown wide, like a cat finding something that was interesting or playful. His unliving blood ran colder then what it already was when he heard the words Marko uttered. "She's here..."
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Is the only thing that ran through his head. Images of the forest zip past him as he runs.
Where was he running? How far was he running? He didn’t know, he just knew he had to get there, ‘cause something or someone was a few hours from death.
Y/n kept having these dreams. The voices echoing through his head. The smell of blood so profound it’s like he could actually taste it, making his taste buds tingle, and his throat clench. The smell of burning flesh, boiling blood.
The vision runs through his mind again, two? Three young males inside of what looks like—
A cave?
“Up there!” One voice echoed
“I thought Vampires slept in coffins?!” Another yelled
“That’s what this is! One giant coffin!”
Run. Faster. Help them! Get there. Wait— them? Who them?!
“—The little one!”
The smell of blood fills his nose, again. But not just any blood. Vampire blood. Then screaming, snarling, voices. The goddamn voices.
“Y/n! Hey baby! Wake up!” A voiced echoed within the dream.
“Y/n? Hey-“ another voice echoed, it sounded deeper than the last one.
“Cmon, sugar! Please wake up!” Another echoed, slightly more frantic than the other two.
The smell of fire and ash filled Y:n’s nose, making him shoot up from his sleep.
“There you are.” A voice hummed against the side of his head.
“David?”
“Hey, doll.” David held the side of his face, rubbing his gloved thumb over his cheekbone.
“You had one of those wicked dreams again.” Paul said from the other side of Y/n. The sound of his anxiety apparent through his voice.
“You nearly caught your bed on fire.” Dwayne spoke from the foot of the bed. That’s when Y/n felt the cool air against his skin. His pants and half of his boxers had burnt off.
The look on Marko’s face was obvious, with his smirk behind his gloved hand. The smell of his arousal obvious.
“Haha- what’s on your mind Marko?” Paul piped up, changing the subject. Everyone looked over at Marko, but he looked at Y/n. “what’s the matter, Marko?” Y/n shifted, now laying flat on his back.
The tightness in Marko’s jeans became uncomfortable. The look in Marko’s eyes made Y/n’s face flush slightly.
David laughed, nudging his nose against Y/n’s cheek. Dwayne gripped Paul’s neck from behind. Y/n lifted to his knees, crawling toward Marko as his eyes flashed a golden orange.
Marko immediately lunged forwards to Y/n, kissing his lips roughly. The sound of groaning behind you hit you in the ears.
Dwayne was kissing Paul’s neck from behind him as David kissed Paul on the lips. David gripped Paul’s neck with a dominant grip.
“Hey, love. Ears over here.” Marko’s voice rang through Y/n’s ears again. Making his ears twitch.
Y/n’s ears had unknowingly turned wolf like. Pointing up in a dull point. “There you are.” Marko’s voice rang laughed again his mouth. The kiss was hot and heavy as Marko pushed Y/n back. Once Y/n was flat on his back, Marko straddled his hips, grinding down just right. Making y/n moan out, smoke hissing out y/n mouth. “F-fuck, Marko.”
“What’s the matter, pup? Can’t handle a bit of..” Marko’s voice rang moaned out, throwing his head back. “— grinding?”
David Laughed from over y/n’s head, looking down at him with his handsome face. Y/n looked over to the side, and the sight made Y/n moan out.
Paul bent over the side of the bed, Dwayne pushing his dick into Paul’s ass. Paul met Y/n’s eyes with a fucked out smile. When Y/n looked up at Dwayne, god. His face was vamped out and his eyebrows were furrowed and mouth agape, thrusting in and out of Paul.
“Like that sight, y/n?” David’s voice rung through his ears. Marko had stripped, already had pulled down Y/n’s boxers- more like pieces.
Marko had Y/n cock down his throat, claws gently running down Y/n’s body. Subtly scratching from y/n’s chest to his groin.
“Fuck! Marko!” Y/n moaned out, his multiple fangs jutting out of his gums. His snarl filled the air as he and David’s eyes met. Y/n growled out as Marko pulled his mouth off of him.
David gripped Y/n jaw, making him look up at him. “Don’t. Start that.” David warned him, his eyes flashing a golden-yellow.
The feeling of Marko sinking down on Y/n cock mad him roll his eyes back, mouth agape as a loud moan exits his mouth. “Oh f- please please!—“
Paul stood to the side jacking off his cock while Y/n was facing Dwayne while he had Marko on his hands and knees, facing you while David slammed into Y/n from behind. Gripping the back of his head. “Open your mouth, pup.” David snarled, pushing your head towards Paul’s cock.
Y/n opened his mouth breaking eye contact with a moaning out Marko, taking Paul into his mouth as he looked up into his eyes.
The sound of skin against skin was loud, echoing through the cave they called home. “Dirty fucking boy, Y/n. Letting us fuck around with you like a mutt in heat.” David snarled again y/n’s shoulder, biting into it. Blood filled David’s throat as a orgasmic moan left the two of them.
Y/n moaned around Paul as he finally began thrusting into y/n’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat. “Look at you, pup. L-Looking so obedient on two cocks!” Marko moaned out as Dwayne pushed his face down onto the bed.
Fire caught in y/n’s stomach, as his balls tightened. David thrusted in and out as he could scenes y/n closeness. David gripped y/n’s throat, pulling him up and off of Paul’s cock. Making them both groan out. Y/n made grabby hands towards Paul, trying to get his mouth back on his cock.
“Uh uh- stop that.” David gripped y/n wrists, pulling them behind him and gripping the creases of his elbows as he used them to pull y/n against his cock over and over again.
“N-no!” Y/n whined, the high pitched sound escaping his throat faster than he could think. Making everyone including y/n.
“awe- y/n made a puppy noise.” Paul teased, making y/n blush hard. but the sound made Marko cum hard and when he tightened around Dwayne it caught his orgasm too, making the two of them collapse on the bed.
Paul walked on his knees, closer to Y/n and David. Putting y:n in a vampire sandwich as David continued thrusting. Paul gripped Y/n’s cock, sliding his hand up and down y/n’s cock with a fast pace.
“oh f-fuck! Please please-“ David put y/n into a headlock, grinding his hips into y/n’s ass, getting closer to cumming.
Y/n reached his hand down to Paul’s cock, slightly his hand up and down it swiftly as Paul leans down and kisses y/n, then leaning up and kissing David as the three of them cum together. Y/n and Paul’s cum mixing as it hits their chests.
Y/n moaned out as David pulled his arm from around his neck. Paul had already collapsed backwards, his head landing on Dwayne’s thigh while Marko placed his head on Paul’s shoulder.
David pulled out of Y/n, helping him lay down on Paul while he lifted his arms to Y/n, wrapping them around him.
David rolled y/n over onto his back. A laugh erupted from Marko. “He’s out like a light.” He said softly.
David chuckled, lying down beside them all. “Let’s get some sleep so we can feed well tomorrow.”
The smell of blood filled y/n’s nose.
The same dream again.
But something was different, she scenery was different. It was inside the place y/n’s boyfriends slept— now he could actually see it, not only hear it. In the dream, y/n saw three boys. They looked to be about 15 or 16.
One had a steak, aiming it towards… “Marko!” Y/n jumped up swiftly, tears running down his face. Waking up the boys.
“hey, hey it’s okay!” Dwayne mumbled against his cheek. Rubbing his hand up and down y/n’s arm.
The vampires all looked at each other, exchanging worried glances. If they were worried before, they definitely are now.
“Did he say anyone’s name before?” Paul asked into the back bone, looking at y/n who had already fallen back asleep against Dwayne.
Marko looked at y/n, then back at his brothers. “No.” He shook his head, speaking into the bond.
The four boys knew something was happening. They knew the more frequent y/n had the same dream means that something bad was going to happen soon. And by the looks of it, something bad was going to happen to Marko. For the first time in ages, fear seeped into the four vampires
Normal wasn’t the easiest thing for the boys to maintain. Every time that boy... what’s his name? Michael? Every time that boy in transition looks at you, stands too close or tries to flirt, you can see murderous intent in all of their eyes.
You had to forbid them from killing him. Keeping Star’s love interest alive is the least you could do for putting her in danger and using her body. You weren’t sure if they were going to listen to you but so far, the kid is still alive. He liked to push his luck, though.
Out on the pier the boys stuck together and caused mischief knowing Max was always watching. People talked about them often, so everything they did somehow reached Max’s ears. That meant they couldn’t suddenly monopolize your attention or cling to you like they wanted. You also had to wander around and seem aloof to everything. It was a rough few days before the full moon.
In the cave, away from prying eyes, was a totally different story. Once it was just the boys, you, Michael and the small child, their true nature came out. They refused to allow Michael within three feet of you, Laddie was still welcome for cuddles, but he was a small child not a hormonal teenager.
“Star, is everything alright?” Michael asks, walking along the beach with you.
“Why would something be wrong?” You ask, glancing at him. He stops, giving you a strange look.
“I know I haven’t been around for a while, but you used to hate the other guys. They made you uncomfortable and they’re controlling but now you’re all over them. What’s going on?”
“There’s a lot of things you don’t understand,” You try to vaguely explain to him. “Just give me some time, alright?” You ask, trying your best to be flirtatious but it felt wrong. You grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze while stepping close to him. Just like that you could tell you had him wrapped around your finger. Deep down men are all the same. A flirty smile, soft words, and a little touch can go a long way. “Everything will be better after the full moon but until then just keep quiet and be patient... Can you do that for me?” Michael nods mutely. “Good,” You perk, kissing his cheek before withdrawing from him completely.
“Hey Star! Let’s go!” David shouts from the road. You give Michael another playful wink to help calm him down before skipping over to your mate. You climb onto the back of his bike, holding him close. The instant your secured around him he takes off with the boys in tow leaving Michael behind in their dust.
When the five of you reach your little piece of home they turn the bikes off, coming to your side in an instant. Normally, they’d spend the entire night terrorizing the town but until they could do that openly with you by their side, they were always eager to return home.
“If you touch him again, I won’t care that you want to keep him alive for Star. I’ll slaughter him where he stands,” David says, turning to face you after climbing off the bike.
“Even if it’s in the middle of the pier? With the whole town watching?” You wonder, stepping toe-to-toe with him. Your eyes remained locked together, your hand lifting and sliding past his jacket to touch his chest.
You hum when one of your boys, your beautiful Paul, presses up against your back. His large hands grip your hips, and he rubs against you.
“I’ll string him on top of the Ferris wheel so that everyone can have a good view of what happens when you touch our girl,” David vows, pinching your chin. You hum, arching into him, Paul squeezing your tighter.
“Sexy...” You whisper. “Unnecessary but sexy,” You comment, sending him a wink before slipping from their arms. David growls following after you as Paul hops to your side, his arm draping around your neck. They both wanted nothing more than to grab you, shove you against the nearest wall and fight for dominance knowing you’d never just submit to either of them.
If only you weren’t in Stars body...
You were beginning to hate being in this body. You missed yourself and you hate not being able to be more intimate with the boys. They refused to go any further than innocent touches and intense cuddling while you’re in Star. You appreciated the sentiment, but you haven’t been with anybody since you left them, and you were becoming impatient.
Eventually the night of the full moon came. You were beyond nervous, doubtful thoughts creeping into your mind, but you knew you had to ignore them. You had to try and free them from Max - you’ve been successful before you can do this.
But you’ve never gone against a vampire like Max. He’s the strongest one you’ve ever encountered, not to mention this one is personal with everything on the line. You’ll have to perform the spell quickly knowing that he’ll sense the spell in motion the instant you start.
“Hey, flower,” Marko whispers, coming in front of you, gently pulling you from your thoughts. He gives you a smile, resting his hands on your hips. “You doing, ok?”
“I’m scared,” You whisper, confiding in him. He nods slowly, lifting a hand to caress the side of your face.
“Yeah, we are too,” He laughs a bit. You huff, laying your head on his shoulder. “We have faith in you. All you gotta do is preform your witchy woo and let us handle anything else,”
“What if I fail?” You whisper, clutching him tighter. He doesn’t hesitate to hold you closer, his head rubbing against yours.
“This is our all or nothing, princess. No matter what, we’re not dealing with Max ever again. If we fail, then we’ll just find each other in another life,” Marko shrugs. “We’ll have our happily ever after,” He promises.
“Thank you, Marko,” You whisper, giving him one last squeeze. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead.
“Do you have everything you need?” Dwayne asks, coming up to you only when you pull from Marko not wanting to interrupt any comfort you need.
“Yes,” You nod, adjusting your bag. “I’ve scouted a spot in the woods. We should get going. The spell will take a while and Max will know when I start... He’ll try to stop it,”
“We’ve got you, babe,” Marko promises, Paul coming up behind you.
“Just a couple more hours and we’re free,” Paul whispers in your ear. “And you can return to your body, and we’ll be free to truly celebrate our reunion. That sound good, baby?”
“Perfect,” You whisper, leaning back against him. “Come on,” You mutter, pulling from Paul leading your boys out of the cave. You all climbed onto the bikes, David pulling you towards his like always - he loved to hog you when you all road the bikes.
You directed them away from the boardwalk and beach, deep into the forest. Eventually you ditched the dirt bikes and continued to lead them to the spot you had found.
“So, how does this work?” David asks when you reached your destination.
“How this works is that I perform the spell and you stay out of my way and be quiet,” You state with a sly grin on your face. The other three grin having remembered what you were like when performing spells. You didn’t like to be interrupted.
You drew a circle with specific symbols inside before lighting six fires. One for each of your boys, one for yourself, and one for Max. You then took out the vials of blood and clippings of hair.
“Are those ours?” Paul couldn’t help but to ask. You hummed.
“And when did you get them?” David asks, crossing his arms.
“You are heavy sleepers,” You answered with a smirk.
“Sick,” Marko grinned, excited to see you in action again.
“Now, when I burn these, you’ll feel a sensation. I’m binding all of us to this spell and I’ll be able to cut the tether Max has on us all. When I do Max’s, he’ll instantly know what’s going on,” You warn.
“We’ll be ready for him,” Paul assures you, the other hissing in agreement.
“Alright then,” You whisper. “Let the games begin,”
One by one you bind the boys to the spell, the fires roaring when you add the blood and hair. You then do yourself, saving Max for last. You give them each a look, only when they silently encourage you do you complete the binding.
From there you close your eyes and whisper the incantations as quickly and precisely as you can. You hold your hands over the fires, the flames becoming warmer by the second.
“He’s coming,” You whisper, sensing your brother on the move. The boys perk in alert. “He knows where we are,”
“Keep going,” Dwayne quickly urges, sensing the spell dying out as your attention diverts. “Trust us to handle this, just break the bond,”
“We’ll protect you,” David vows.
“Don’t get yourselves killed or this will be all for naught,” You whisper, opening your eyes for a moment.
“Trust us,” Dwayne urges. You give a sigh and a nod before returning to the spell.
“I knew something was going on,” Max says, arriving to the field you have chosen. “Looks like my sister has returned and is already getting to work,”
“We won’t be your slaves anymore,” Paul snarls. Max smirks, letting out a laugh.
“And what makes you think you’ll escape from me?” He asks. “You really think a little spell is going to break the sire bond?”
“You’ve always underestimated her,” David said.
“On the contrary, I’ve always known what she’s capable of. I knew she’d return for you all eventually and when you guys started to act differently, Star included, I knew she had returned,” Max said. “My only saving grace was the fact that there was a couple of days between her arrival and the full moon, giving me time to prepare for whatever she had planned,”
“You’re too late,” Marko says bravely.
“We’re not letting you near her,” David states, bringing Max’s attention back to him. “And soon she’ll be done with the spell, and it’ll be us against you. And admit it, old man, you’re out of practice,”
“I can admit that, but it seems that you’ve underestimated me, David. What a pity,” Max whispers. The boy’s glance at themselves before spinning around when they heard your gasp loudly.
You’re kneeling on the ground, hunched over with your hand covering your side. The scent of blood fills their noses as your side begins to bleed. Paul races to your side but Dwayne stops him short.
“Let me go!” Paul snarls.
“If you break the circle the spell will be interrupted and she’ll have to start over,” Dwayne snarls in his ear.
“What’s happening to her?” Marko asks, frantically standing on the edge of the border.
“You’re all so focused on keeping me from breaking the circle that none of you have thought to protect her true body. It’s open for the taking, her protection spell was easy to break once she begun this ritual,”
“Fuck,” Paul curses, prepared to leave the forest and get to your body but then Max’s stupid demon dog arrived with a handful of fresh vampires.
“So, you all can make the decision between racing for her true body and maybe saving her from death or staying here and try to keep us all out of that circle. Either way, that spell isn’t going to be completed,”
Their attention returns to you when you scream, falling onto your back. More wounds make themselves known, killing you slowly.
Marko lashes out first, killing the first newborn vampire beside him. This triggers the fighting, all four of them desperately keeping the vampires away from your circle.
Amazingly, through your pain, you try to continue the spell. It works slowly which makes Max all the more desperate to stop you.
“We have to get to her body!” Paul shouts, ripping a random man’s head off.
“Marko!” David shouts. “You’re the fastest, go!” He orders. Marko snarls kicking the demon dog away from him and across the forest before jumping into the air.
“Do not let him reach her!” Max shouted orders. A few vampires manage to get past the boys, but they trusted Marko to handle them.
“I don’t have much left,” You whisper, feeling your energy wane. Dwayne turns from the fighting and kneels as close to you as possible.
“Save your energy, princess,” Dwayne whispers. “You staying alive is much more important than completing this spell,”
“Do you really think he’ll let us live after this?” You whisper, pulling yourself closer to him. Neither of you break the circle. “This chance is all we have,” Dwayne huffs, whining slightly in frustration.
“Is there anything we can do?” He asks, keeping his eyes on you as you look past him to Paul and David, both of whom have finished off the rest of the vampires and are taking on Max.
“Kill him the instant this spell is over,” you tell him.
“With pleasure,” He snarls, with a sadistic grin. “Give it your all, baby,”
You nod tiredly watching him turn to his brothers and aiding them in their fight. You muster up as much energy as you can and begin the spell once more. You can feel the end of the spell coming. You’re so close and even as you feel another wound appearing on your back you push to the end.
When the spell is complete the fires all go out at once. When the sudden darkness appears, everyone pauses. They all stare at you, the moon light shining brightly.
“It’s done,” You whisper. “Kill him,” You snarl. They boys don’t bother holding back, tearing into Max as you collapse onto the forest floor.
When you awake, you’re lying on the bed inside the cave. Your entire body is stiff, and your head feels like it’s splitting open. You don’t recall what made you feel this way at first but as you sit up and massage your skull the memories slowly return.
“Y/n?” Marko asks, hesitantly. Your eyes open and turn to look at him. He’s standing a few feet, looking unsure as if he wasn’t convinced you were you.
“Is he dead? Did it work?” You ask, your heart hammering in your chest. The second it takes for him to reply is the most intense moment you remember experiencing; a million possibilities race through your mind causing you to almost miss his answer.
“He’s gone, flower... You did it,” Marko reassures you with the widest grin. Your head slowly processes his words.
“He’s gone...” You whisper. “He’s really gone...”
In a way you couldn’t believe it. You don’t remember a moment of your life where Max wasn’t controlling the way you lived. Even when you disappeared, he had a hold of you through your mates. You’ve never experienced freedom before and now that you suddenly had it... what were you going to do?
“Y/n!” Paul shouts, shoving past Marko practically leaping onto the bed. You laugh forgetting about your soreness and headache as the happiness of your success takes over.
Paul shoves you onto you back and connects his lips with yours. Your arm wrap around his back, your nails clawing at him desperately. Paul moan slipping between your legs, grinding against you needily.
It’s only when he pulls away - more like when Marko rips him off of you so that he could get a kiss - did you realize you’re in your original body. You didn’t know where Star was, and you had every intention to ask about her but then Marko was kissing you and you easily got sidetracked.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” Marko whispers against your lips.
“We missed you so much,” Paul adds, lying beside you, his lips going to your neck.
“Star?” You manage to get out, though you struggled to focus as your two boys groped, grinded, and kissed every inch of your body while pulling at your clothes.
“At Michaels safe and sound,” David assures you. Your eyes go to the end of the bed seeing David watching with lust filled eyes and Dwayne beside him.
“They have Laddie with them. All human,” Dwayne continues, pushing Marko to the side so he could climb on top of you. “And now Max is gone and you’re back in your body... and we have you all to ourselves,”
“It’s been too long,” You whine, arching into him begging for his touch, his kiss, his anything. Unable to hold himself back, he gives you both what you desperately need - a sweet yet borderline pornographic kiss meant to stake a claim more than anything.
Dwayne straddles your hips and leans back. You chase after him, not wanting to break the addicting kiss. David slips behind you, grabbing a fist full of hair (if you have the hair for it otherwise, he grabs your chin and forcefully turns your head to him) and pulls you back against him stealing your lips from Dwayne.
With Dwayne in your lap, David at your back, and Marko and Paul at your sides you feel more complete than you’ve ever felt before. The loneliness and longing you’ve felt throughout the years are finally over. Now that you have them, and your freedom, you’ll never give either up.
-Synopsis: The Boys try to use their powers on you, to no avail. Little do they know, you are Ace.
-Written in second person for inclusivity of all kinds! :D
-Slightly excesssive use of italics because that's apparently how I write emphasis *vampiric shrug*
-Word Count: 3,768
-Also why is writing people flirting so. freaking. hard.
♠️Soapbox below intro, fic below soapbox&references. Please read the soapbox, it explains certain bits of the fic <3 and asexuality ♠️
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HI BEANS!!! Gods, this fic has been in the works for a hot minute. The idea came about and is fully credited to @checkitoutmikey! I love this idea and I really really r e a l l y wanted to do it justice. There's so much misunderstanding about asexuality and Aces that I wanted to clear the air a little via fic. (I find that sometimes it's easier to grasp a concept if it's written using characters you know!)
Alright. Soapbox time.
As an Ace (a person who identifies as asexual), I have based this on my own experiences, stories I have heard, and I have fact checked things I wasn't 100% on, such as the black ring—♠️Please let it be known that, according to this webpage, the black ace ring did not come about until 2005, but for the purposes of this fic, it felt like an important piece of information to include.♠️ This being said, this part of the fic is not time accurate. Sorry, Santa Carla. *another vampiric shrug*
I really poured my heart and soul into this fic. I want to spread awareness to those who may not know about asexuality. I was in high school when I found out that there was a word for what I was feeling. It was revolutionary to learn that there wasn't anything wrong with me. It was so, so freeing. If my words can be the medium that introduces someone out there to asexuality and lets them know that they're not broken, then this fic will have served its purpose. As a bonus, I’ll put a few resources below that I find exceptionally helpful for learning about asexuality (please feel free to reblog with more resources or, if you'd rather, you can DM me the sources so I can add them to the post!).
Okay, okay, I did play on the cake cliché (because, at least in my case, it's TRUE), but aside from that, I think I explained things pretty accurately and cliché-free. I know there’s a lot more information I could have included (see: dragons), but then I would be writing forever and this would never get posted and let's face it—we all need a dose of our gay 80s vampires in this year of 2024.
If you have someone who expresses their aceness to you, accept them and support them, for the love of cheese, crackers, and rock box tapes. Not experiencing/experiencing very little sexual attraction in a society that basically runs and prides itself on sex can be incredibly isolating and depressing. Disclosing this information to people takes a hel of a lot of energy, bravery, confidence, and trust. Allow us to disclose this information to the people we choose and DO NOT do the job of coming out for us. Not all of us want or can come out. Respect our boundaries and we'll remember the effort forever.
We are not broken. We are not faking it. We are valid and there is nothing wrong with us. You are not alone.
Resources:
♠️‘I Am Ace (Advice on Living Your Best Asexual Life)’ by Cody Daigle-Orians ($15-$20 on Amazon, around $10 on ThriftBooks)
THE BEST BOOK I HAVE EVER BOUGHT WITH MY ADULT MONEY. Essentially a handbook on everything (or almost everything) you've ever needed or wanted to know about asexuality. I think everyone needs to read this book at least once in their lives. It explains asexuality so thoroughly and concisely without being bitchy or conceited. Daigle-Orians shares his experiences throughout the book, and it was incredibly validating to know that I wasn't alone in some of these experiences.
He also touches on aromanticism!
Cody Daigle-Orians has Instagram, YouTube, and a webpage:
♠️Instagram
♠️YouTube
♠️Webpage
♠️Asexual Visibility and Education Network (AVEN)
An absolute fount of knowledge about all things Asexuality (and occasionally Aromanticism!). Their Tumblr answers Asks semi-often, too!
♠️Website
♠️Tumblr
Trigger warnings (in order of appearance) ⚠️:
David smoking cigs
General cuss words
Being cat-called / harassed by Surf Nazis (the Boys protect you, don't worry)
Does include a microaggression (‘don't know til u try it’ one)
Unwanted pet-name ("doll face")
Talk of David eating any future cat-callers
The Boys attempting to use powers of persuasion on you (Da-da-da, does not work)
The topic of consent/non-consensual sex coming up because the MC asks our undead idiots (/pos) if they understand the concept of consent (they do)
The MC being worried about the Boys thinking they're ‘broken’ (THIS ISN'T POSSIBLE BC ACES AREN'T BROKENNNNN)
Marko hitting the MC with the ‘plant’ microaggression bc bro is cute but he can be a little dense (it hurt to write, trust me, but idk. something in me felt like it was important to show the Ace's side of microaggressions, especially the ones that come from people who are genuinely trying to understand)
If I missed any warnings, please let me know! I always try to cover anything that could even be partially/potentially triggering, just in case!
WITH ALL THAT BEING SAID, HAPPY (belated) PRIDE MY DARLINGS AND MOTOR BABIES!!! ENJOY THE RIDE!!!!
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Combat boots. Snug jeans. Band t-shirt. A flannel that barely hugged your hips since the knot was coming undone. You tightened it, flashing a wicked smile at your boys.
"Finally decided to show up," you sauntered up to the four, taking your time crossing the boardwalk.
"We've been waiting on you for 10 minutes." David exhaled cig smoke with each word.
"I know." You smirked. You rolled your eyes at his unrelenting glare—the glare you knew was fake because you knew this ringleader little vamp was secretly so so excited to see you—and pecked his cheek. "I got caught up in traffic."
"You ride a bike."
"Motorbike. And unlike some," you fussed with his coat, just to have an excuse to touch him. "I have to follow traffic laws. Can't have me dying on my way here, huh?" He brought the cigarette close to his mouth, but you pushed it away, planting a kiss on his warm, nicotine-tinted lips. You felt him tense, surprised, but soon relaxing into it. Pulling back, you took his face in your hands. Taking the kiss from him early was slightly amusing. "I'm sorry. It happens."
"C'mon, David! Don't hog the kisses!" Paul whined. You grinned, bouncing over and tackle-hugging Paul, pressing kisses all over his gleeful face.
"There's plenty, Paulie!" You relished in the sound of his giggles. His pale face grew colorful due to his bright smile. "So! What chaos are we committing tonight?" Your wicked little grin finally broke David's frown.
"Cotton candy, carousel," Marko matched your grin with his own. "Paul wants to check out the live music."
"The sax guy's back!"
"Jewelry store got a new shipment, too. Might swipe you somethin' nice." Dwayne purred into your ear, pulling you from Paul and to his chest. You shuddered at the sound and the feeling of his nose against your neck. You moved, grinning up at him and making a smile break across his face. "Hi, sweetheart."
"Hi," a giggle slipped from your throat. You felt yourself being yanked into another solid frame: multi-colored patches and blond curls. "Marko!" You could hear his grin laced within the Italian he muttered into your ear. He knew damn well you couldn't understand him, but he didn't care, and nor did you. You found it endlessly attractive.
"Let's go fuel up." He said. You nodded, allowing yourself to be pulled away by the hyper blond.
Waiting in line for funnel cakes, David and Dwayne watched in silent amusement as you and the terror twins kept pinballing off of each other's energy, talking about which rides to go on before the live music. Finally retrieving 5 of the fried treats, you parked yourselves on a railing, chowing down and laughing over nothing.
"I can not finish this. One of you want it?" You held out the plate. David—still licking the powdered sugar from his fingers—held out his free hand, demanding the plate. "You just barely finished yours, David." Again, his hand beckoned the plate forward—the stoic vampire equivalent of grabby hands.
"David fuckin' loves funnel cake. Don't try to stop him." Paul snickered. Now satisfyingly snackless, you stood and stretched, popping your neck and scaring the shit out of Marko. A whistle interrupted his retort.
"Hey, baby, come over here!" Surf Nazis. "We got better snacks than those boys do!" Gyration followed by loud cackling. You rolled your eyes, perching next to Marko.
"Pricks." You huffed. You moved your foot, heel pressed into Dwayne's shoulder to stop him from standing. "Leave it alone. They'll get bored."
But they didn't get bored. Instead, the gaggle of Surf Nazis made their way over. Your silent seething held your vampires in place. You ignored the group until they spoke.
"Why don't you come spend some time with real men?" The ringleader tried to slide close. You put a foot up against his chest, stopping him.
"I know how I like my men, and honey, you're not done cooking." Your voice was ice, eyes boring holes into his skull. Snort from Paul. The other Surf Nazis chittered.
"How do you know if you've never tried?" The ringleader wouldn't give in.
"I don't need to drink poison to know the taste will be bitter." That wiped the smirk from his face. You pushed him away, dropping your foot and staring him down. He, once again, tried to come onto you.
"Look." You stood. "See this ring? It means I'm a member of the Black Ring Society. We have a very specific set of qualifications that allow us entry. These qualifications make us immune to mortals' pathetic attempts at enticing us with their corporeal form, such as the pitiful display you're putting on now." David choked on his drink, trying not to laugh. The Surf Nazis all looked dumbfounded.
"W-What?"
"I don't wanna ride your dick. Go away."
At this, Dwayne stood. Your cleverness was clearly wasted on these idiots. The other three stood around you as well, prepared to pounce while simultaneously providing a silent, yet protective, barrier.
"This isn't a fight you want to start tonight." Dwayne growled. You heard Marko popping his knuckles for effect, ready to knock the lights out of whoever approached him first.
"You don't know what we want." A lower Surf Nazi got stopped by a higher up.
"Yes we do, and you're not getti-"
"I'm not a piece of meat. I said no." You raised your voice, cutting Paul off. "If you and your cohorts don't leave, I will call for the boardwalk officer." You knew the officer wouldn't be pleased to see you and the boys either, but the Surf Nazis loved their beach time too much to risk it.
"Watch your back, doll face." Defeated, the ringleader sauntered off, his crew following behind. You huffed, leaning against the railing again.
"You okay?" Marko looked at you. You shrugged.
"Let's go ride some rides."
Several rides into the night, your mood had improved considerably. Paul practically ripped your arm from its socket dragging you to the music stage. Settled in a sandy little corner near a fire bin, you waited impatiently, but your thought process was interrupted by an arm snaking around your waist.
"Feeling better, darling?" David.
"Yeah. I get shit like that all the time." You shrugged, leaning into his embrace. "Don't worry. Nothin's happened."
"If it does, I'll murder them and eat the entrails." He promised, an unlit cig perched at his lips. You took it before he could light it. Confusion rippled over his pretty features. You hated when he frowned.
"Wait this once? The smells out here are a lot right now." At your unintentional puppy face, David couldn't find himself able to say no. He slid the nic-stick back into the carton, contenting himself with holding you close. Despite the bodies and fire nearby, there was a distinct chill in the air. You burrowed into David, wrapping yourself in his coat. He chuckled, moving you in front of him and cocooning you in the extra fabric. Now warm, you grinned, burying your face in it. Hints of cig smoke, mints, and pilfered cologne reached your nose, soothing the overworked sense.
"If you wanna be so close, why don't we go back to the cave? I'll keep you warm, kitten." His voice was low and gravelly. He pressed a tiny kiss to your ear, smirking. "You're so sweet, I could eat you up like a funnel cake." With that, he nipped your ear. You laughed, but frowned. He was puzzled to see confusion on your face.
"We came for the music, though. Why would we go back to the cave?" You looked at his dumbfounded face, lost. You didn't have a lot of time to dwell on this thought because the crowd of people around you erupted. The music was starting.
****
An hour set! It was amazing. You danced with the four respectively, the music fueling your soul in a way that funnel cake couldn't. Paul was so giddy and happy he got to see "sax guy" again.
"C'mere, peaches." He twirled you to him, catching you in his arms. His nose brushed yours, mischief in his eyes. "I prolly got some dance moves left that you've not seen."
"Is that so?" You laughed. "I think I saw them all on the dance floor." You broke free of his grip, moving to cooler air. Dancing had replaced all chills with sweat. To your astonishment, Paul looked dumbfounded as well, glancing at Marko and David. "What do you boys wanna do now?"
"I can think of a couple things." Marko purred, grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. "You look so good in those jeans, baby. I'd love to draw your pretty curves in 'em." His forehead to yours, you got lost in his eyes for a moment. He tightened the flannel at your middle, hand traipsing up your side a bit, but you grabbed it, seamlessly sliding out of his grip, giggling. You were riding a concert high, eyes sparkling. Marko looked surprised, but Dwayne took your hand.
"How 'bout a milkshake?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Sounds delectable!" You grinned. It had been too long since you had had a milkshake. The other three looked positively shocked. You giggled, sliding up to David. You hooked his chin with your finger, closing his pretty mouth. "You look like a bunny when your mouth hangs open like that, luvvie. Keep it up, and I'll kiss your little teeth." David blinked, looking at you. He smiled now, moving to peck the appendage at his chin.
"You heard 'em, boys. Milkshakes await," he raised an eyebrow, taking your hand. You laughed, moving back over to Dwayne and letting him drape an arm around you as you walked.
The small diner was crowded, but thinning out. Four of you slid into a booth, Paul taking the odd seat at the end of the table. The waiter was clearly overwhelmed when they came up to you, but you assured them that you were in no hurry.
"You're doing great," you smiled. They relaxed a bit, smiling. They looked close to tears.
"What can I get ya?"
You ordered the milkshakes with ease, laying dramatically on Dwayne as you waited. He rolled his eyes, but moved his arm to support your weight. Marko and Paul bounced off your energy, but overall, the four just seemed… confused. In an attempt to combat their frowns, you reached up and squished Dwayne's stoic face in your hand, making him smile. He moved your hand, wrinkling his nose up at you. You tried to grab his pouty little face again, but he pretended to bite at your hand, making you laugh outright.
"Okay!" You sat up.
"Silly little pretty one." He teased, pressing a kiss to your head. Your heart melted, beating twice as fast. "If you want a kiss, just ask."
"Maybe I will," you grinned mischievously. He rolled his eyes dramatically.
"Here ya go!" The waiter passed them out. "Enjoy!"
"Thank you!" You answered for the boys, who were already sipping on the sweet drinks. You caught David's eye, giggling slightly.
"What?"
"Chocoholic." You accused. He kicked your foot lightly under the table, biting back a grin.
"As opposed to… what did you get?" He frowned at the sprinkles on top of your shake.
"Birthday cake," you unsheathed your straw, taking a huge sip. The vampiric grabby hands returned. You couldn't save your drink from him as a brain freeze settled behind your eyes. It thawed out just in time to see David's face wrinkle up.
"No." He slid it back to you, shaking his head. You laughed.
"Chocoholic."
"Cake fanatic."
"Thank you!" You fake gasped. He pretended to ignore you.
"Maybe once we're done here, I can show y-" Marko shoved a napkin in Paul's mouth, cutting him off.
"Do not ruin their cake obsession." He quipped, ignoring the coughing fit he sent his brother into. Once it passed, you looked at the rocker.
"What were you saying?" He squirmed slightly under the glares of the others.
"Just askin' if you wanted to go to the cave, peaches." He stirred his milkshake around sheepishly, not looking up from the sweet confection. You frowned.
"What is it with the cave tonight?" You pressed. "You all have been dying to spend tonight on the boardwalk, but you keep trying to get back there." You frowned at your milkshake now, upset by the confusing conversations scattered throughout the night. Dwayne nudged your arm, getting your attention.
"You know about our.. specific dietary tastes, right?" He started. You nodded. "And that we have… certain… qualities?"
"Well, yeah." You had no idea where this was going. You were in public. They could get caught talking about bloodthirst and powers out in the open. "I saw David make a Surf Nazi eat a slushie covered pretzel from the trash last week." The vamp in question snickered at this, half-hiding his face in his treat.
"That skill set in particular, persuasion.." Dwayne was trailing off a lot and it was kind of irritating. You huffed. He got the message. "It includes relationship things. Partner things." He brushed your hair from your face.
"What do you mean?" You weren't getting it.
"We've been flirting all night." David said flatly. Dwayne scoffed at him, a 'really?' look on his face. "What was it you said? ‘Enticement of the corporeal form?’" Heat flooded your face as you fidgeted with your straw, staring at the treat.
They were hitting on you.
"So the cave… you wanted.. alone time." The idea repulsed you. You were all massive flirts, but the thought of that made your stomach flip. The milkshake in front of you no longer sounded appealing. "If this has all just been a game for you four to inevitably get in my pants and then eat me-"
"Relax." Marko stopped your words. "If that were the case, we'd have done it by now. We love you for you, baby." His bluntness took you aback, but you noted the gentleness in his voice. You still squirmed at the idea.
"So… what? You've been trying to make me… have sex with you?" The word was revolting. You hated the taste.
"I was teasing. At the music, when you were wrapped up in my coat. I had no intention, really, but it didn't work on you." David explained.
"You used your powers on me???" You hissed. He nodded curtly, earning him a violent kick to the shin. He visibly winced, nearly spilling his milkshake.
"They didn't work!" He hissed right back. "All of us tried it."
"All of you?" Rage settled in your veins. David biting your ear. Paul's 'dance moves.' Marko's comment about your jeans. It all made so much more sense.
"We weren't going to go through with it!" Paul insisted. "Really. The only reason we did it was to try to figure out why they aren't working on you." His puppy eyes ripped at you, but you ignored him.
"They didn't work?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Mine did, but it didn't take much to convince you to get a milkshake." Dwayne piped up. He sipped on his drink lightly, clearly enjoying that he wasn't in the kill zone.
"Don't think you're safe." His smirk dropped. "What the hel makes you think I want to have sex?” You pointed this question at the ringleader, staring him down as he rubbed at his shin.
"You're so fuckin flirty, peaches! We all just.. sorta assumed-" you smacked the back of Paul's head.
"Idiots. Just because you're not sick doesn't mean you can't joke about it." You stood, taking your milkshake to the counter and getting a to-go cup. You paid and left, sitting beachside as you finished your treat. It was quite a while until the boys found you. When they approached, you didn't acknowledge them.
“Can we sit?” David asked. You noted the slight embarrassment behind his voice, but nodded. The four perched in the sand, antsy and guilty looking. Simply put, they looked like drenched little bats—upset and shivering under your cold gaze.
“We're sorry, peaches.” Paul actually had tears in his eyes, bless his undead little heart. “We should've been honest with you.”
“We were mostly confused why they weren't working, and you ended up being the guinea pig.” Marko added. “They always work on Surf Nazis and nosy adults and annoying eight-year-olds, but not on you. Not… not for that.” You tensed.
“Which is still the most appalling, downright nasty thing any creature could ever do! Have you even heard of consent?”
“We have! We know, peaches!”
“Trust us, Max drilled that into our heads way before we turned.” David said quietly. “We shouldn't have used our powers on you, kitten.” David apologizing. That was one for the history books. That didn't excuse anything though.
“Don't do it again or I swear-”
“We swear.” Dwayne cut you off before your voice got louder than the waves. “On jaguars and funnel cake and the rock box and pigeons.” He held out a pinky. You looked over all four of them; genuine regret poured from their vibes, heavy and thick and sludgy. You turned away from Dwayne, looking instead at the ocean.
“I want to know why.” Your voice was icier than David's irises.
“We told you, we don't know.” Dwayne sighed. “It worked when you wanted to learn to skate but were too scared to initiate. Which is the only time we've done it outside this!” He added quickly, recoiling under your glare.
“Yeah, I remember. It was ‘cuz I told you to. I knew I was too much of a wuss and didn't wanna back out.” You relented. You listened to the waves for a few minutes, the five of you thinking.
“Babe, what was that thing you said to that Surf Nazi earlier?” Marko asked. You frowned.
“Uhm.. oh, that. It's a long-winded and overly clever way of explaining my ring.” He still looked confused. “I was telling them that they couldn't seduce me with their bodies because that type of thing doesn't interest me.”
“What does that mean?” Dwayne asked slowly. “You don't.. you don't feel attraction?” You were about to be mad, but the genuine curiosity and want to understand on his face calmed the wave of rage down to a small ripple.
“Not sexual attraction, no.” You said. David looked bewildered, to say the least. You laughed lightly, your grin confusing them more. “I'm asexual.”
“Asexual? Like plan-”
“You idiot, of course not!” You kicked Marko. “It means a person who experiences very little or no sexual attraction. In my case, I experience none. The entire concept of sex feels too… vulnerable and invasive. So for me, I'm sex repulsed. The entire notion makes me anxious and nauseous.”
“So what about... romantic attraction?” David piped up. “You aren't just playing us, are you?” He almost looked hurt. The wall you put up softened a little.
“Boys.” You smiled weakly. They were truly trying to understand, they just didn't have the information to do so. “Of course not. Sexual attraction and romantic attraction are very different. You can still want the romance without the sex. The lack of romantic attraction is called being aromantic. You can be aro/ace—which is just lingo for aromantic and asexual respectively—or you can be one or the other. Or neither. That's also an option.” They chuckled.
“So you're still with us?” You smiled at Paul's sheepishness.
“I'm still your partner, yes.” You said. The air got less tense. “Did that answer your questions?”
“Most of ‘em.” Marko said. He was still rubbing his arm. “Still doesn't explain the persuasion not working.” You thought about this for a moment, fidgeting with your flannel.
“You were trying to convince me to.. have sex with you, right?” Your stomach flipped at the idea. Color rushed to their translucent faces, but they nodded. It clicked. You grinned. “I think it didn't work because you can't make someone feel something they aren't hardwired to feel. The idea wouldn't stick because I don't feel that attraction.” Realization flooded the air. The vibe lightened.
“What about the ring?”
“It's a symbol for asexuality, a way for us to show our pride in public in a quiet way. A way for other aces to see and recognize each other. A black ring on your right middle finger. For aromantics, it's the same concept, but a white ring on your left middle finger.” They nodded, small smiles on their faces. A thought tugged at your brain, making your confidence and smile drain right out of you. What if you messed things up by explaining? The boys must think you're weird or pining for attention.
“You don't think of me differently now, do you?”
“How do you mean?” David asked.
“Just.. thinking I'm weird… or confused... or broken.” You looked down, embarrassed and afraid. Their silence was deafening. It would be easier to deal with if they just started yell-
“Of course not, peaches.” Paul's voice left no room for argument. “We don't think you're broken or weird. You just experience the world a little differently, and that's okay.” Your head shot up, looking at him. The other three nodded. A weight left your chest, forcing air into your lungs as your brain forgot how to breathe. They didn't think you were broken. They didn't think you were weird or looking for attention or confused. They saw you for you. Pressure pooled behind your eyes, blurring your vision before a blink sent the warm water down your face.
“You mean it?” Your voice shook and you hated it. The four looked stricken with worry and a deep sense of care.
“Of course we mean it, darling. We love you for you.”
“Thank you for trusting us with this. We know coming out can be hard, but it means a lot that you explained it to us.”
“We won't tell anyone, promise. That's information that is yours to disclose to whomever you choose.”
“We're still here for you, darling, that hasn't changed.”
******
It had been a few weeks since you had explained asexuality to your protective vampires. True to their word, nothing changed, and that small but incomparable fact made your heart soar. For the first time in a long time, you felt validated. You felt seen. You felt accepted.
Your pride grew even more when you noticed Paul start to wear a black ring on his right middle finger. From then on, you were a bit more loud and proud about your aceness.
Warnings: murder, vampirism, blood, description of gore, sexual innuendos, weapons, serial killer reader, polyamorous, mutations, kind of smutty at the end.
Masterlist
You had the feeling like someone was watching you all night. In fact four people were watching you.
For the first time in a while you killed two people in one night. This was due to the fact you were interrupted midway through opening up the first one’s head by hearing someone chuckle near by. You were still full of adrenaline and anger from you last victim that you just dragged a surf nazi behind some bins and started to swing your knife like a madman into his chest.
The next night you were planning just to enjoy a burger for your dinner. But when you sat down on the booth you were joined by 4 biker men.
“Hello?” You asked with your brows raised.
“Hi Gorgeous,” the man next to me with long, fluffy blonde hair greeted.
“Hope you don’t mind,” the man in front of you smirked, “you looked lonely.”
“Thanks for the company I guess,” You shrugged as you carried on drinking your Diet Coke. You could tell that this response confused the boys. You were thinking about scrapping your plan of not killing anyone to tonight and lead one of these boys away from the others, probably the smallest one.
“Excuse my friends’ rudeness,” the said small one smiled, “I’m Marko, this is Paul. Tall, dark, and handsome over there is Dwayne, and grouchy over there is David.”
“I’m Y/N,” You reply. You can’t say that the boys are not attractive, they’re very attractive.
“Ok. Once more with feelings,” Paul rolled his eyes, “you know you’re a dry talker.”
He was then elbowed by Dwayne. “Excuse them. They can be bit rude, Paul and Marko don’t mean to be. David usually does.”
The bleached hair boy shot an angry look at him. “Planning to commit homicide tonight?” David asks casually as he snatches a fry from your plate.
“I beg your pardon,” I tilt my head.
“Oh don’t act dumb, baby,” Paul swings an arm over your shoulder.
“I love what you do with their insides,” some how Marko makes that sound sweet, “it’s beautiful how you made the intestines into a heart and how you stuffed that guys hand down his own mouth when he was saying them foul things.”
You were still in shock when you asked, “have you told the police? Or are you planning to blackmail me.”
“Oh none of that, doll,” David shakes his head, “we want to show you something.”
They kindly waited till you finished your meal before leading you down to the beach where they motioned you to duck down behind some trees and rocks. In front if you were about five surf nazis talking and drinking beer in front of a fire. “What are we doing here?” You asked the the guys.
“We were in the mood for a tiny massacre,” Paul smiled widely. The statement did surprise you. You were expecting them to pull some sort of weapon, a gun maybe, but instead you were face to face with four pairs of yellow eyes.
“That’s probably the strangest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” you mutter under your breath, “I hope this isn’t a rude question but what are you?”
“Vampires.” Dwayne answered.
“Are you okay? I know your like some kinda of emotionless serial killer but I’m pretty sure when a group of strangers tell you they’re about to commit group homicide and then proved to you that they’re supernatural monsters, you don’t apologise about maybe being rude about asking what they are,” Marko ranted. You looked at his fangs then his eyes and just shrugged. The poor man was dumbfounded by your reaction. The others just chuckled.
“Cmon princess,” David smiled as he motioned you to walk towards them. “Show ya your moves.”
“There’s five of them, love,” you counter.
“Just get one. We’ll have the others,” Dwayne explained. You got up from behind the rock without a second thought and rolled your skirt up so it was shorter and then made your cleavage more apparent. You then took the hunting knife out of your boot and hid it behind your back.
“Woah there little lady,” one of the drunk men stood up and stumbled towards you, “what you doing out here at this time of night all by yourself.”
“I-I’m lost,” I fake a anxious stutter.
“I think us men could help you with that baby girl,” he smiled in return as his friends wolf-whistle. He attempts to swing his arm around my shoulder but I stab him in his side before he could do so. “Bitch!”
The drunks rose to their feet to defend their friend but before they could even approach you, four other men pounced at them. Dwayne ripped one of their throats out with his fangs and David was ripping into someone’s head.
“Go on Baby,” Marko gestures to the man screaming with agony and fear at your feet, “get to work.”
And you did just that. You blocked the screams of the other men as you ripped open his chest whilst he was still screaming. You cut off the pieces of his lungs you could reach and displayed them on his eyes. You ripped out his pancreas and shoved it into his mouth and to follow that by doing your usual ritual of surrounding him in his intestines and blood. You stood up to admire your art. You were covered in blood.
“Looks beautiful, darling,” Dwayne remarks. He had blood all around his mouth and the others matched him.
“Doesn’t look as beautiful as you do right now, princess,” David hums as he comes up from behind and shoves his face into your neck. For a split second you thought you were about to be turned into another meal for the boys but instead of being bitten you were licked.
You knew your face was full of surprise because the boys started smiling. David started suckling into your fresh and licked the blood. It didn’t take the other boys long from surrounding you as they licked and sucked at your skin as you gasped and moaned. You tugged at one of the boys’ hair, you couldn’t even tell whose, when Marko and David found a sensitive part of your neck and Paul and Dwayne started undressing you.
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Salutations! Much love and appreciation to the talented writers here that share the same loved for a beloved 80s classic like TLB as I do! If obliged I would like to request a Poly!TLB based prompt where they become drawn to a fem! dhampir reader sheltered under the protection of her vampire father. What they don't know is that her father and the boys' sire Max carry heavy history as rivals.
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? || Poly!Lostboys
[Poly!Lostboys x Fem!Dhampire!Reader]
Summary: The boys fall for a girl they see on the board but no matter how many times they attempt to talk to her, she disappears
Warnings: vampirism, the boys are kind of stalkerish, cursing
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A/N: for some reason I completely forgot what dhampires were for a hot sec. I gave her the ability to turn into fog for fun. Hope this is okay (I don’t think this is what you had in mind sorry) and sorry for the long wait ♡♡
You enjoyed venturing the boardwalk in the moonlight. You come to the attraction most nights, when you are able to sneak out the house, and enjoy the rides and food. Your father only allowed you to leave the house once a month but you found an escape through your bathroom window.
The boys spotted you the first night you explored the beachside. You looked like a tourist the way you admired the neon lights and the way you smiled at the rides. Your beauty was unlike anything they had ever seen before. They had to speak to you.
You were sat on a bench enjoying some dessert as they admired you from afar. “I have to go talk to her,” Paul announces as he stands up dramatically.
“Wait I’m coming too!” Marko quickly replicates the taller boys actions and they both begin to stalk towards you through the crowds. The only problem was one minute you were there, the next you were gone. The only thing around was fog.
“Shit,” Paul curses, “where the hell did she go, man!”
“I don’t know,” Marko shrugs and turns around to question his brothers but they seemed just as confused.
The next time the quartet saw you, David and Dwayne tried to approach you but the same thing happened. This only intrigued the boys more.
A couple days later, you were back on the boardwalk. You were aware of the four vampires watching your every step since day one but it didn’t bother you. You knew who they were and you knew that their leader was Max so you stayed away. You were convinced they were spying on you on behalf of the older vampire.
Yet again, you saw the two youngest blondes strut towards you and you planned to pull your usual antic of transforming into fog but you felt a strong hand grip you wrist.
“Didn’t know there was other vampires in town,” David smiled down at you. You pull away from him.
“Your fog trick is so cool!” Paul compliments as he approaches you.
“Thanks? And I’m technically a dhampire..” you mutter. Communication is a hard skill to learn after being locked in a house with no one to talk to but your father. “Now I need to go.”
“Why in such a rush?” Marko tilts his head, “why do you also disappear when we approach you?”
This confused you more. They didn’t know who you were.
“Sorry for my brothers’ rudeness,” Dwayne gave a posted look to the others, “Maybe we should introduce ourselves. I’m Dwayne.”
You already knew their names but you nodded along with their introductions anyways. “Nice to meet you all. I’m Y/N.”
“Beautiful name for a beautiful face,” David smirks. Heat rises into your cheeks. The only flirting you have ever witnessed was on the television.
“How come we don’t see you around that often?” Dwayne asks.
“Oh I’ve only started leaving my house recently,” you said like it wad normal thing, for all you knew it might be for vampires.
“You’ve been stuck in your house all these years?” Marko furrows his eyebrows.
“Yup,” you nod, the boys looked at you in shock.
“Then let’s make up for them years by having fun every time we see you, ay?” Paul flashes a big goofy grin making you giggle and nod.
And the five of you did just that. During the next month, you went on all the rides multiple times, ate as much food as you could, hung out in the cave, gave you your first alcoholic drink, went late night swimming, scared tourists and so much more. You had strong, indescribable feelings for the four vampires and you were miserable on the nights where you couldn’t climb out the window. You still haven’t told them about the ancient feud between Max and your father.
“Hey! How bout we get rent a movie from Max’s store?” Marko suggests with a proud begin plastered into his face.
“How about the beach again?” You quickly suggest, you knew Max would recognise your sent. Marko tried to hide the fact he was disappointed at the speed you shot down his suggestion. The boys nodded anyway at the beach and you all trekked down, your arm interlocked with David’s.
You were all ready to sit down on the branch on the floor when you heard your name being called, turning around you saw you father. “Y/N? What in God’s name are you doing here?”
Marko, Paul, Dwayne and David all looked at you in confusion. “Dad I-” you tried to come up with an excuse but you father saw your company.
“We are going. It’s bad enough you leave without informing me but loitering about with Max’s gang is unexplainable,” you saw the anger in the man’s eyes.
You shot an apologetic look at the stunned group before leaving with the elder vampire. You were sent to your room as soon as you stepped through the threshold of the house and you father forbade you from leaving the house for another two months as punishment. You loved your father and you understood that all this was to keep you safe (the more skills and abilities you learn, the more time you’re allowed out the house) but he always took things to extreme level.
Moping in your room over the thought you’ll never see the men you desired, you hear something hit the window. You ignore it thinking it’s just a branch but when it happens ago you turn to watch a tiny pebble hit the window. You rush over to open it and look down seeing the vampires staring up at your window but with a gust of wind, they were behind you.
“What are you doing here?” You ask in a quietly.
“We wanted to see you,” Paul explains a little to loud making me shush him.
“We followed you back here to let you know we enjoyed hanging out with you and we are not prepared to let this stop,” Dwayne whispers, “even now we learnt about our sire’s rival.”
You envelope them all into a group hug, “I would love to hang out as soon as my father’s rules calm down but in the meanwhile don’t forget about me.”
“Oh sweet Juliet,” David smirks, “we could never.”
Summary: reader moves to the Murder Capital so her hobbies could go unnoticed
Warnings: murder, blood & gore, description of gore, sexual innuendo, perverts, mutilation, READER IS A SERIAL KILLER, knife, gun
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A/N: This is me attempting to write something more on the horror scale. I’ll probably be writing a part two
You finally moved from your small city. Not because you were close to being caught, stupid cops thought it was a man who was saving the world from them filthy perverts, but because you simply ran out of victims.
Moving to the Murder Capital of the World seemed like your best bet. It was probably much easier to commit to your hobby, especially now you don’t need to go to a boring office job as your aunt recently passed and left her small fortune to you.
On the very first night you walked along the Boardwalk in skimpy pink silk dress. Your outfit was getting unwelcome looks but no one took action yet. You needed someone to take the bait and follow you down the alley with bad intentions. It didn’t take long until someone did.
“Hey baby girl,” the man smirked as he backed yoy up against a wall. I pulled the knife secretly from my pocket.
“I-I’m sorry I went the wrong,” You fake your fear, “I need to go meet my friends.”
“Oh no sexy. Yours staying right here with me,” he licked his lips, “and I’m going to show you a good time.” He reached to touch your face but you thrusted the knife through his flesh. His eyes widened with realisation and looked down and placed a hand on his bloody wound.
“Awe what’s wrong baby,” you pout, “I thought you were going to show me a good time.”
He attempted to back away but you stabbed him again, this time right in the centre of his head. He screamed for help with his final breath as he collapsed onto the ground beneath you.
You then straddled his waist as you use the knife to cut him open as you rearranged his organs, you broke his rib cage with a rock so you could move his heart to his mouth and pulled out the intestines and circled them around him. You backed up and smiled at your masterpiece. You then moved to your bag and pulled out a long leather coat to hide the blood stained clothes and use a small mirror and a make-up wipe to clean the blood off your face and other visible parts of your body.
You then walked out of the alley way and walked though crowds of people as you left the crime scene behind. However, as you were walking off the boardwalk you bumped in a rather tall blonde boy.
“Woah!” He exclaims as he drops whatever is in his hand, his curly blonde friends brows furrowed as he looked at you, “watch where your going little lady.”
“Sorry. My bad!” You apologise. The men nodded as they carried on their way.
“That was weird,” Marko hummed.
“What was? You think I should of fed on her?” Paul questioned.
“No..” he shakes his head. “She smelled as if she was covered in somebody else’s blood.”
“That is a bit weird,” Paul added, “think she is a vampire or something?”
“I don’t know,” Marko shrugged, “she smelled and looked pretty normal, apart from the extra blood of course. We should tell David.”
You waited three more days for your next killing. Once again you wore an eye-catching attire as you ventured the Boardwalk. You knew your way around it because over your waiting period you have been visiting the boardwalk so it wouldn’t be suspicious if every time you visited it somebody died.
Today there was a band on and the Boardwalk was busier and louder than ever.
It was pretty easy to get another guy to follow you down an alley way. This time you chose another approach.
“Mister?” you pout innocently, “I’m lost, could you point me to the direction of the carousel?”
“Maybe after you give me someone I want,” he pulls a creepy smile as he produces a small pocketknife. I start to giggle.
“What are you laughing at, bitch?!” He yells, pushing me into the wall.
“Your knife,” you smirk, “it’s pathetic.”
“It won’t feel so pathetic soon,” he starts to walk towards you but was stopped by the bullet that escaped the gun you had hidden in the dark.
You still haven’t yet figured out your preferred method of killing was and this was the perfect opportunity to test out the gun as no one would be able hear the gunfire over the live music.
The man was still alive when you dug into his chest with his own pocketknife, yes it’s much harder to perform this task with the miniature knife but it was more poetic. He was still conscious as he watched his intestines be pulled out of his body. You stuffed this intestines down through his mouth and throat.
You yet again covered the evidenced on your person with a coat and walk out the alley. You thought no one witnessed the activity, but you would be wrong. Four boys sat curiously on the roof above.
