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has anyone in brisbane australia been getting prank phone calls recently/
so, a week or so ago, i had someone call me saying i had a call from someone in jail, i don't know anyone in jail, it was an 04 number and i did a reverse search on the scam phone number sites and it was a safe number. the person on the phone said i had a call from jail, i said i don't know anyone in jail, she said maybe it's a wrong number, i asked the name of the person calling and they put me on hold then hung up.
then my mum got a phone call from an 04 number recently, saying that he went on a date with with my mums daughter, ofc [he said 'i went on a date with your daughter last week], then said some stuff which my mum didnt tell me but it was some nasty stuff. then he said if she told anyone about the phone call he would kill her and her whole family. she asked what what was the name was and he said he went on a date with someone who is not my name.
anyway, not sure if it was a prank call, kinda serious and she did report it to the police but yeah.
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This is literally the first time I’ve ever written something. I am not an author in any way but was possessed by the spirit of 80’s vampires and hairspray to make this
CW: descriptions of death, dying, blood, flesh injuries, flirting, cuddling, poly lost boys, probably ooc, gender neutral reader, not proof read, probably some grammar/spelling mistakes, the ramblings of a crazy person
- You live a pretty average life. You like to read, maybe meet some new people, and even try out different hobbies from time to time
- What makes you a bit more special than the other people around you…
- Is that you’re immortal
- You’ve been around for some time now, and there’s only so much to see sticking to one place forever
- So you turn to live your life on the road the minute people learn how to get four wheels rolling
- Traveling the world, seeing the sights, and seeking thrills
- Your life’s pretty nice you’d say, roaming place to place
- That’s how you find yourself driving your comfortable camper van for one, into the outskirts of the murder capital of the world
- Your trips have been nice to you, the lack of a biological deadline making you a bit reckless in your pursuit for new and exciting things
- So you don’t pay much mind to the sea of missing persons posters across the city as you park
- More curious to see what Santa Carla has to offer then what it’s taken
- One night, after letting yourself settle in after the long drive
- You hit the beach to scope out some tunes and free booze
- You find yourself chilling with some random drunk surfers, too far gone to notice you join the party, and snag a few drinks
- You’re a bit tipsy, enjoying the night, when suddenly shadows descend onto the group and start taking out party goers left and right
- You’re able to make out four figures, boys dressed in striking punk attire with blazing yellow eyes and contorted faces cutting down partygoers one by one
- Not necessarily scared but more shocked and a bit disappointed the party’s over, you try to slink away from the massacre
- Spare drink in hand of course, you’re not leaving empty handed
- You don’t have time to react when suddenly one of them scurries up infornt of you blocking your escape
- The one with crazy blond hair, a mesh black shirt, and white pants pounce and throws you to the ground
- You can only mutter a “oh dang” before you feel teeth in your neck and everything fades to black
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Paul’s POV
- Paul’s pretty buzzed, which granted he’s usually wasted in some way most nights
- It doesn’t help that post hunt jitters always seem to make him spaz out
- Yep, usual Paul
- He’s pretty out of it, so much so that the sweet taste of the blood from the person below him doesn’t quite register
- He finishes the last of the blood with a gasp then haphazardly throws the remains into the bonfire
- His mind being clouded by the unusual essence he thought was just blood
- “Whoa, that’s got a kick to it”
- The rest of the boys, like usual, ignore Paul’s spazzed energy as the blond bounces from person to person
- Paul plants a wet kiss on David’s cheek, the leader growling about washing off before anything dries as he cleans himself
- They watch as Paul takes off running towards the water, a sudden giddiness to his leaps and bounds
- “Man, he must have been really hungry” mutters Marko as he watches Paul dramatically collapse into the waves
- Dwayne grunts in agreement while David just rolls his eyes
- “That *pant* was one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time!”
- Paul saunters up to the group, a wide smile plastered across his face
- Marko grabs Paul’s coat to tug the other blond down into an kiss
- “Mmm, you do taste good” he purrs, getting a hint of the blood left on Paul’s lips
- “I always taste good, it’s a guarantee baby” Paul boasts as the two smirk at each other
- “Save it for the cave” Dwayne says as he grabs the collar of the two before they can get any further
- The vampires make their way back to the boardwalk, hunger fulfilled and sweet tasting blood forgotten
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- A few hours later you wake up covered in ash, sand, and stray drops of blood
- The boy who grabbed you, probably a bit intoxicated from more then the rush of blood, doesn’t quite burn your body properly
- Lucky you!
- Your clothes are sort of burned away but hey there’s something there
- You look up to see the night sky and stars still twinkling above you, helping you estimate your little “nap” has only been about a few hours long
- Dang, vampires
- Luckily the healed burns and loss of blood have only left a small headache behind for you to deal with
- Unlucky you now know there’s vampires in the area, that puts a harsh damp on your plans
- You really wanted to check out all Santa Carla could offer, not get drained like a juice box by some blood suckers
- Vampires are territorial, they’d probably not be so happy with you snooping around their turf
- Grabbing some spare clothes from another bonfire on the beach, you make your way back to the parking lot
- Ok … so what’s the plan then?
- Not having the best self preservation skills, you decide you’ll just lay low but stick around the coast to explore like you originally planned
- … You make it a few nights
- You ride the rides, eat crappy boardwalk food, and visit the plethora of trinket shops along the pier before you kind of get caught
- You’re munching on some greasy fair food, looking over the menu of a random ice cream stand when you sense someone watching you
- You don’t have much time to question who, when two blonds saddle up to either side of you
- A boy with a curly blond mullet and the visage of a Roman statue, leans too close into your personal space with a lazy smile; His soft brown eyes catching yours
- He wears one of the most decorated jackets you’ve seen in a long time, with a white crop top underneath and dirt washed jean chaps
- He introduces himself as Marko, then points to his friend across from him
- You look over and uh oh, recognize the wild blond hair of the boy from the beach
- He’s a bit taller then Marko, now in better lighting you can clearly see how his hair sticks in all sorts of directions
- He wears the same black mesh shirt (leaving not much to imagination), long black coat, and tight white pants weathered away by what looks like years of rolling in the sand
- He winks and makes a show of dragging his eyes along your body
- His blue irises obviously drinking you in as he mumbles out a sultry “Paul” with a kiss to your free hand to introduce himself
- A fragrant mix of the sea breeze and something metallic cling to their clothes, a detail that wouldn’t put you off if you didn’t already know what they were
- They jump right into shamelessly flirting with you, obviously trying to pick up a date (or meal) because you’re alone
- And you’re cute
- The whole time the two corner you, Paul has this mix of flirtatious and confusion on his face
- Like he can’t help but think he recognizes you from somewhere
- But it seems he just can’t quite remember exactly why your face is familiar
- This leads to an awkward mix of Marko passing sly compliments at you with Paul following up with random questions trying to figure you out
- Knowing how dangerous they are, you obviously get the hell out of doge
- Making up some half assed excuse, you quickly slip away into the night before either can get a word in
- Marko’s anger towards a confused Paul fumbling, weirdly helping you make your escape
- You catch a glimpse of the shorter vampire socking his friend in the arm and mumbling something about flirting rather than playing 20 questions
- You’re sort of successful, you’re able to blend into the crowd and loose the two blonds … but not the brunette you bump into while taking a quick shortcut back to the parking lot
- He’s a bit taller then the other two, long dark hair flowing to his shoulders and a stoic expression across his face as his dark eyes pierce into yours
- He wears a worn leather jacket with the image of a jaguar tearing into his right sleeve, ripped black jeans, and noticeably no shirt
- You don’t recognize him as one of the creatures from the beach until it’s too late
- Only realizing as he makes quick work of ripping your throat out for a quick drink
- And then like a total asshole, takes the rest of your food once your body’s stuffed in the trash!
- Dang, he must have been pretty hungry
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Dwayne’s POV
- Dwayne, in every sense of the word, is han-gry
- The group has already gotten into their usual chaos, leaving him to wonder alone if he wants a quick snack
- Jerks, could at least share anything they caught with him
- Least they could do for all the shit he does anyway
- The nights been slow and he’s been looking for a quick meal for what feels like ages
- And it seems like luck is not on his side tonight as it’s proving harder then usual to corner some random drunk or stray…
- But oh?
- Lady luck finally smiles upon him as he cuts through an alleyway and runs right into you
- He takes one look at you, alone and far from the noise of the boardwalk, and then the food your holding
- Yeah, the dinner bell’s ringing for sure
- Dwayne gives you no time to react
- With inhuman speed his teeth are in your neck pulling the flesh from your bone
- Damn, not again
- A sweetness hits Dwayne tongue, something not typically there when they feast
- You struggle in his grip, pushing at his arms and shoulder as he tightens his grip around you
- But to no avail, you feel yourself back out and slip into the darkness again
- Your taste is addictive and before he knows it, there’s nothing left for him to take
- Hunger now satisfied, he quickly cleans up any evidence of his late night snack then dumps your limp body into the nearest bin
- Dwayne finds himself smiling, head a bit fuzzy and almost giddy as he makes his way back to the boardwalk
- Munching on the food you dropped, he shrugs, probably just the effects of a full belly
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- Coughing as you wake, voice a bit horse from stitching your throat back together, you drag yourself out of the dumpster you’d been dropped in
- This time you at least wake with all you’re clothes
- A bit stained but at least not burned away like before
- With death number two in the books, you stumble back to the van to sleep through the approaching day
- Santa Carla’s proving to be a bit rough
- It’s definitely not a good idea to step foot on the boardwalk now, half of the group has technically killed you and probably know what you look like…
- But you haven’t even gotten to see all of the city!
- …
- Fuck it, you’ve dealt with other creatures before, and frankly you’ve lived long enough for time to erode at any self preservation skills you used to have
- This leads you to gonexplore the far end of the pier you failed to see after getting drained by tall dark and handsome
- The shops on this side of the boardwalk are filled with fortune tellers and all sorts of jewelry
- Giving an almost artistic atmosphere to the shopping in this section of Santa Carla
- Most of the night is actually successful, you pick up a few trinkets you like and float from stand to stand, never catching a glimpse of the vampires from the beach
- But fate seems keen on letting you enjoy the night, then walking you right into your demise
- It’s near the end of the night, you’re looking through some old record boxes in some shop, when you sense someone looking at you, again
- This time, you lift your gaze to look around and lock eyes with someone across the store with a familiar mop of hair
- Paul stares back at you, the confusion on his face quickly morphs into recognition and he starts to make his way over
- Shit, you were so close to getting a normal night out!
- Paul weaves through the other shoppers, rudely pushing them aside as he chases after you
- A faint “Hey wait” “you, stop, shit move!” Being heard shouted out through the chatter of other people behind you
- You catch a glimpse of a confused Marko and the brunette from the alley trailing behind him, curious why their friend is suddenly beelining away from them
- Great, so you’re dealing with three instead of just one
- You quickly make it to the front of the store and out into the flood of people, hopeful you’ll be able to give them the slip
- Third times the charm they say
- …
- It turns out what they say is bullshit because you only make it a few feet away when someone suddenly grabs you, halting your escape
- “Well what do we have here?” “Running away little dove?”
- Shit, you forgot there was four of them
- You look up at the last vampire standing before you, icy blue eyes stare back unblinking, sending a shiver up your spine
- He wears all black. A long thick coat hangs over his shoulders with a black undershirt and dark pants
- Bizarre in the Santa Carla heat
- You can feel he’s wearing gloves, the leather cool against your arm and creaking slightly as he tightens his grip
- His hair is a spiked bleach blond, the darker stubble on his jaw giving away his natural color
- A wicked smile spreads across his face as the rest of the pack catches up to group around you
- Dang, tonight’s gonna be long
- The boy in front of you brings his face closer to yours too whisper out a “keep quiet kitten, or else” as the they drag you back to the beach
- You get the sense they’ve talked about your repeating appearances with each other
- Mostly because Paul immediately bombards you with questions
- Things like “how the hell did you come back?” “Are there more of you?” “You have magical duplicating powers?!” “Are you a triplet and we killed the other two siblings?”
- That one breaks the tension a bit and makes you chuckle
- You’re more used to people summing up your existence to witchcraft or some godly force, his conclusions are a nice change
- While the blond rambles on, the others seem to be observing you in their own way
- The tall brunette, Dwayne you learn his name is, reserves himself to quietly staring at you after introductions
- His eyes flickering between your face and throat as if trying to see any proof of him ripping it out
- Marko, as you remember from when the blonds cornered you, looks like you just told him the moons made of cheese and the sea, red wine to pair
- He’s absolutely lost on how you’re here and keeps scoffing both at Paul’s questions and your giggles that follow
- The fourth and from what you can gather, the de facto leader of the group, seems content to just silently bore a hole into the side of your head
- Eventually he raises a hand to cut of Paul’s questioning, and turns your face towards him
- “Now kitten, how about you tell us exactly how you survived our previous encounters”
- His tone is demanding but also demeaning, you’re not getting out of this without having to spill your guts
- Hopefully not literally
- After a quick but insightful explanation of your immortality and the fact that, yes, you can not die and yes, you remember things even after you’ve “reset”, the groups curiosity seems satiated
- For now
- They’re all quick to rope you into a night of fun, claiming they never meet anyone interesting enough to stick around, so you have to hang out
- David, as he introduces himself once you’ve agree to tag along with the group, wraps an arm around your shoulder to steer you back towards the boardwalk
- Something sinister in his eyes as he states that tonight will be one to remember
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The Boys POV
- The group ends up bringing you around to their usual spots
- Curiously watching as you tag along in their chaos in terrorizing the pier
- “I still don’t get it man” Marko whispers into the groups mind
- “They’re indestructible? Like drop them off a building and they’d get up again n’ shit?”
- “No and yes” David replies
- “They’re squishy, I ripped their throat out like any other human” Dwayne chimes in, “but they came back”
- Marko scoffs “so what? We just let them hang around?”
- “Because they don’t kick the bucket like everyone else?”
- David takes a drag of his cigarette and watches as you swat away Paul’s hands
- “There are more things then death that can scare humans” “we don’t need to kill someone to deal with them”
- “God I hate when you use super villain speech, just tell me if you want to chop their head off or somethn”
- Marko winks at the two and turns to join Paul
- “They’re blood is different, Paul and I both tasted it when we bit them” Dwayne turns to David
- “We have no use for special blood. We hunt and eat perfectly fine” David finishes off the rest of the cigarette
- “If they’re cool they can stick around, but they’ve got to pass the test first”
- David turns to Dwayne and smirks
- The brunette rolls his eyes, used to his partner’s dramatics
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- Surprisingly you do have some fun, the boys know their way around the boardwalk and your goal to explore Santa Carla is well met
- Paul drags you into every music store he sees
- You feel him stand a bit closer then necessary brush his hands against your fingers every time he hands you something
- He seems to enjoy questioning the artists you know and then throwing in a flirty comment for good measure
- Marko steals you away after a while to bring you to the more local stops
- Crafty “hole in the wall” spots hidden away with anything for anyone
- He’s less talkative but the minute you show interest in the patches across his coat, you see him warm up a little
- Smiling as you hold up patches against the jacket to see where they’d fit best
- Later Dwayne hands you a basket of fries with a ridiculous amount of melted cheese covering the top
- “For the food I took”
- His apology fries are quickly accepted and appreciated as you chow down on the peace offering
- Dwayne surprisingly questions you about what literature and books you know from your past
- Conversation easily flowing between you two as you both discover a shared interest in dark fables
- Lastly, but not least, the night ends with them inviting you to Hudson’s Bluff to show off “where they hang around” as Paul states
- And of course you go, duh, no self preservation skills remember?
- You end up riding on the back of David’s bike
- The platinum blonde not letting you get a word in before he pushes you towards were he parked
- The ride there is anything but safe. You can barely take in your surroundings at the speed they ride, their laughter and cheers almost as loud as the roar of the bikes
- With a quick and very dangerous bike ride later, the group pulls up to the secluded cliff side
- Their place is actually one of the cooler spots you’ve seen, and you’ve seen a lot so you’re mildly impressed
- They each saunter off to their own corner but you can feel them watching as you explore
- The decorations and old keepsakes they have laid about catch your eye as you wonder the space
- A soft orange light dancing across everything from the fires and candles they have laid out
- Your so caught up in the spectacle of the place that you momentarily forget that this is technically the den of four very dangerous supernatural creatures
- Luckily, ha, you’re quickly reminded of this fact by David appearing in front of you and snapping your neck
- Yep, one moment it’s whimsical dark fantasy 80’s vampire cave, the next, darkness
- Dang, this is getting a bit old
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The Boys POV
- your body hits the ground with thump, a shocked expression frozen on your face
- A beat goes by, they all silently gather around you slumped on the floor
- …
- “So what now?” Paul says as he pokes your side with his boot
- Dwayne smacks his arm as Marko crouches down to get a closer look
- “Yep, dead, nothing nadda”
- David takes his time observing your lifeless form on the floor of the cave
- “Now, we wait”
- “We wait and see if they’re truly what they say they are”
- “If they don’t bounce back in three days then we get a free meal—“
- “And if they do?” Paul interrupts, looking over at David excitedly
- “And if they do—“ David makes a show of looking over your form again
- “Then we have ourselves a new play thing boys”
- They smirk at each other, interest piqued at the idea of something new and exciting
- It’s not everyday you meet someone that can keep up with a vampire, let alone their whole pack
- So with the agreement to let David carry out his test, they leave you to “recover”
- Your body is moved to the couch, a blanket thrown over you as if you’re simply napping rather then sticking your spinal cord back together
- And so they wait, hunger as well as something almost hopeful in their eyes
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- You wake up with a very stiff neck to no surprise
- The ceiling of the cave the first thing that comes into focus and then the blurry face of Marko leaning over you
- “Holy shit your really can’t die” he pokes your face with a look of both amusement and amazement
- “No shit Sherlock” you bat his hand away from your face, groaning as you move after most likely laying motionless for far too long
- Seeing you heal and wake up after David snapped your neck like a brittle tree branch seems to warm Marko up to you more
- He’s easily chatting away now, rambling on about how David gave you three nights to come back but it’s only been two so you’re good
- How generous…
- Speaking of David, you see him and the remaining two other vampires appear to join you both, clearly interested now that you’re awake
- Proving to the boys that you in fact were not lying about your condition seems to dissolve the last of their hesitation towards you
- This includes dissolving any sense of personal space they maintained before, little as it may have been
- Paul lounges across your lap, Marko squeezed himself next to you pushing you further into the cushions, Dwayne plays with the ends of your hair as he leans against the back of the couch
- All while David observes from his own perch of a rusted wheelchair
- Paul jumps right into asking you the wildest ways you’ve “died”, now with Marko chiming in
- Dwayne is silent but once again looking over your form, most likely searching for visual signs of the injury or how it healed
- David wants to know the extent of what you can recover from, a sick glint in his eye as he asks
- You easily answer them with a shrug. This is how you are and always have been, and always will be
- You tell them you plan to stick around Santa Carla until something else comes up and they offer their services to escort you personally around the city
- “For safety or course” David tells you with a smirk
- “Wouldn’t want you getting hurt” Marko adds as the group snickers, you only roll your eyes and agree
- So in the spirit of spontaneity, and a little curiosity, a unique friendship is made
- It turns out when they’re not killing you, they’re actually good company
- They don’t have to worry about hiding who they are, and you get to hang with others who can relate to being around a long time
- You all get to be yourselves together and it’s endless entertainment with them around
- Before you know it, they’ve wormed their way into your life and dragged you into their mischief
- Now not as wasted as he was when he first killed you on the beach, Paul likes to take sips from you every once in a while
- A cuter cuddly side of the vampire shining through every time he wraps his arms around you to shove his face into your neck
- He claims something about your blood tastes better then the “normies on the boardwalk” as he states
- Marko also likes to wrap you up in his arms, but unlike Paul he’s simply biting your neck like a personal stress toy instead of actually drinking
- The two of them are the usual suspects for dragging you along to terrify the locals and abuse your power
- You once traumatized a group of teens who had been harassing some of the girls along the beach, by lighting your arms on fire and chasing them down screaming
- Paul and Marko were doubled over laughing the rest of the night
- The healing time sucked, but you got some couch cuddles as payment so it was worth it
- Dwayne still sticks to being quiet around you, but you quickly discover that it’s just his nature
- He prefers to have you read with him, sat on his lap holding a book as he rests his head on your shoulder
- Letting your voice sooth the headache the terror twins may have given him, or just end the night on a calm note
- For the both of you it’s a nice break from the high energy the rest of the group carries
- David is both more distant and a major asshole the more you hang around him
- He’s constantly teasing you and seeing what he can get away with
- Pushing your buttons until you’re fuming, mind tricks to mess with your food, and even randomly stabbing small object into you with no explanation
- He’s really living up to the manipulate, mansplain, male wife lifestyle
- You figure he’s putting you through some sort of test to make sure you don’t snap and skewer them in the back while they sleep
- You notice that after he sees nothing changes with you after the extreme hazing, his attitude takes a different turn from annoying to annoyingly possessive
- The disposition you see him have for the other boys now seems to include you
- It’s typical to see you with them on late night bike rides, harassing the locals, or just sitting on a sand dune to watch and wait for them to feed
- You’re now glued to their sides, claimed almost as one of them despite the lack of any blood lust or pointy white fangs
- Standing by the bikes after a hunt, with David’s arm snaked around your waist as the group bickers about something stupid
- You realize you’re royally fucked
- Because when did your plan to just pop into Santa Carl and explore turn into sticking around the blood sucking Brady Bunch?
- Well, what the hell
- It’s been forever, literally, since you’ve found people that really get you
- So why not stick around and enjoy what you’ve found?
- They let you park your camper van somewhere near the cliffs off the path in the woods
- Not much use for it as they insist you start sleeping tucked away in some cushioned alcove of the cave
- You spend a lot of time cozied up in there, shooting the shit with them to pass the time after they’ve all tired themselves out for the night
- This is were you really get to know them
- They tell you stories about becoming vampires and you tell them about your travels
- They ask about if you need things like food and sleep, which yes you do, and you ask about if they need to hunt every night, they don’t but they like too sometimes
- They can fly, which later they show you this by Paul scooping you up into his arms to jump off a cliff
- He makes sure to use the occasion as an excuse to openly feel you up, smirking when you catch him and claiming that he’s “just making sure he don’t drop his precious cargo”
- You’ve known about their mental abilities thanks to David fucking with your food countless times to get a rise out of you
- But that doesn’t stop them from giving you a demonstration by tricking a group of tourists into thinking the pier’s ice cream stands top their desserts with spiders instead of sprinkles
- They appreciate that you can go out into the day for them if needed, doing anything they can’t usually get done
- It’s almost domestic
- Minus the occasional blood bath on the beech and murders they commit
- But hey, you don’t judge, your sense of humanity has long faded
- You don’t realize just how special you are to them, as they are to you, until a couple of months of sticking to the group have gone by
- The four are touchy, with you and with each other
- All of them consistently leave a healthy amount of marks along your neck and other more hidden places across your body
- You find yourself soon roped into frequent make out sessions and wandering hands
- That’s why when David pulls you aside to the secluded part of the beach one night, looking to have a little “alone time” with you while the boys are out to hunt
- You happily follow
- He’s got his face shoved into the crook of your neck, teasing your pulse point with the end of his fangs
- His hands hold your hips where you can feel his thumbs brush under the hem of your shirt occasionally
- You have your hands loop over his shoulders, playing with the hair at the base of his neck, chucking as the vampire breaths you in
- “Your so easy angel, just need the promise of a little bite and you’ll fold” David purrs
- “Says the one who dragged me out here the minute we were alone, you practically kick the guys off their bikes once they parked”
- You can feel David smirk agains your neck, smug that he got this time with you alone
- David’s body against yours and the haze of teasing between the two of you makes you sluggish, blood rushing and mind fuzzy
- You don’t realize he’s pulled away until you look to see him staring out over your shoulder at the brush behind you
- A blank expression plastered across his face
- The mood changes instantly, David’s lip twitches and you turn in his grip just in time to see the moonlight reflecting off something metallic in the brush a few yards away
- You’ve encountered hunters before, they’ve changed over time but always seemed to carry the same damp energy around them
- Being immortal has kept you under the metaphorical radar for some time
- The majority of hunters preferring to hunt more dangerous unnatural beings
- But in this moment you realize, they probably don’t care what you are
- Because right now, you’re prey
- You don’t need time to fully register the crossbow raised at you two, or the sound of the trigger being squeezed by the man at the front of the group
- You just act
- Quickly you push David back, not strong enough to move him entirely but enough to nudge him out of harms way
- He stumbles a bit in the sand, now snapped out of the trance he seemed to be in while staring down the attackers
- He turns, and watches helplessly as a large wooden steak hits you right in the chest
- A almost perfect shot, one ment to take down a vampire
- It’s flown into your back, grazed your heart, and is poking right out of your skin like the nastiest piercing
- You’re almost impressed
- You stagger back a little, grabbing onto David’s arm for balance
- You don’t even think of the injury, looking at him with concern across your face
- “David duck! Get cover-shit, something-just move!” you shout as you hear rustling from the brush behind you
- He doesn’t answer you, eyes following the trail of blood starting to soak into your clothes from the wound
- You blink and suddenly, he’s gone
- The sounds of shouting and the crunch of bone and wood ring out into the night
- You heave, holding your hands over were the steak pierces through your flesh to try and give you time
- But the wound can be held closed for only so long
- You feel your breathing stutter, the trickle of blood growing into a steady stream now
- But
- You don’t want to go before you know Davids safe
- Your eyes strain in the darkness, the moonlight not helping that much as you try and catch a glimpse of David or any of the hunters
- Blood has started to drip from your nose and mouth, little puddles forming beneath you in the sand as your vision swims
- Standing has become difficult…
- You can’t tell if the growing silence is from the lack of shouting, or the slow ringing in your ears muffling the noise around you
- After what feels like ages, you see David emerge from the brush
- Well, you see the blurry shape of David as your senses have started to shut down
- “David” you mutter out, your breath labored as you struggle to breath through the pain
- He’s covered in blood, the crimson liquid barely visible on his dark clothing
- You can feel it on your hands as you reach out to grasp his coat, collapsing into him
- His own arms wrapping around you to lower you to the sand
- “T-that hggwas qui-quick” you choke out, trying to lift the mood and dissolve the scowl on his face
- A growl leaves David as he grasps one of your hands, “shut up, focus on healing yourself”
- He barks out his order as if your body can hear his demand for you to get better
- You chuckle or more choke on the blood in your throat and reach out to brush your thumb over his check
- “Gi-ive me a fee-few d-days, ok?” He snarls but you don’t flinch, only smile
- “I’ll b-be-e … back-k…ss…soon…”
- David’s face and the night sky bleeding together as you sink into the cool familiar darkness
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David’s POV
- Your hand slowly drops to your side, the life leaving you cold and limp beneath him
- Death was something David did not fear, it was something non of the boys contemplated
- But the stillness that settled in, the eerie quiet around him … almost put him on edge
- David did not like seeing you motionless in his arms
- He did not like seeing your blood soaking the sand around him
- And he did not like seeing your eyes dull and distant
- Wordlessly he reaches out to his partners, a simple “return” uttered in their minds
- It’s only a few minutes of David holding you alone, softly smoothing out your clothes and brushing your hair aside, before he senses them approach
- The scene in front of the rest of the boys needs no explanation
- It’s clear by the image of David cradling you and the copious amount of blood pooled beneath your body
- Dwayne stares at the steak still lodged in your chest as Paul and Marko stride over to crouch next to you
- “What happened?!” “Why are they dead!?” Marko growls out as Paul shifts your clothes around to see the steak
- He whines at the sight of your blood still oozing out around the object
- “Dwayne, hold them, we need to pull it out first” David ignores the blonds and motions to Dwayne to hold you steady
- David hands you over into Dwayne’s arms, the others watching as the steak is yanked out in a quick motion
- David tosses the steak aside with a hiss
- Your body jolts a little and more blood leaks from the wound
- “David” Paul whines
- “They’ll come back” David says as he stands, face blank
- He beckons Marko to follow, showing him the mangled bodies of the hunters to help clean up
- Dwayne and Paul sit looking over you
- Similar to David, uncomfortable with the image of you motionless
- Once they’ve cleaned up any evidence of the attack, they wordlessly stand on the beach, your body still limp in Dwayne’s arms
- “Hunters” David mutters
- “Took the kill shot for me” he juts out his chin towards you as he reaches for his pack of cigarettes
- Marko growls again and Paul scoffs as he brushes some hair from your face
- “Should take them back, let them rest” Dwayne rumbles out
- David nods and the group moves, heading to tuck you away from the world until you come back to them
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- You groan as you slowly start to wake, your body warm and weighed down by something
- Blinking back the grogginess and looking around, you recognize the piles of blankets and fabrics that make up your small room in the cave
- A beat of silence goes by, then suddenly a very excited Paul is in front of you taking up your space
- He’s straddled you and is buzzing with excitement, practically pressing you back down into the cushions
- “You’re back!” “You took forever! Like, ever ever!” He shouts out
- You don’t have time to process anything he’s saying as he babbles something about missing you and promptly pushes his face into your neck
- You realize the others are also around you too as you adjust your eyes
- Dwayne brushes his hands through your hair as Marko grabs your right hand and brings it up to cup his face
- Both vampires wear expressions that flicker between pure joy and concern
- Dwayne rumbles out a low “Welcome back” as Marko mutters something into the palm of your hand too faint for you to make out
- You eyes find David, he’s stood at the entrance of the space with an unreadable expression
- Body still and staring into your eyes
- It only takes a soft croaked attempt at his name for him to kneel down by your side
- The boys each seek your comfort, touching you and talking to you about missing you while you were “gone”
- It’s apparently been three days since the attack and according to Paul, complete torture in your absence
- You chuckle a bit at his dramatics, telling him that three days shouldn’t mean much to a vampire, but you’re flattered anyways
- Marko frowns at your words “we did miss you dove, it was agony to watch your body lay motionless for so long”
- A blush creeps up your face, only made worse as all four of them press closer
- You laugh nervously, reminding them that technically 3/4ths of the group been behind a death of yours
- The others growl at the remark but Marko simply turns your palm to kiss it
- You’re sentenced to a full night of cuddles and evenly distributed kisses amongst them all as payment for scaring them
- For the next week they do not let you out of the room, turning the pillows and blankets into a sort of pseudo nest
- You’re brought food, books, music, entertainment, cuddles, anything you could want to keep you occupied
- It’s really only the tide pool, which Paul and Marko offer to personally stand guard if you want
- Or the common space they let you roam around in, not letting you even get close to the exit of the cave
- You never could have guessed how strong vampire instincts were, who’d have known
- Their dotting is cute but you eventually snap them back into their usual routine and remind them that, although the pampering is nice and appreciated—
- Your immortal, can’t die, so caging you up is only gonna piss you off in the long run
- “The Steakening” as you’re calling it, really opens your eyes to their love for you
- They all orbit around each others presence, but now you see how they include you in that orbit as well
- A hand is always in yours or on you in some way
- They turn at your voice, lean in when you laugh, and mirror your smile like they can’t help but do so
- It’s dizzying at times, how tightly you’re woven together
- But, you’d honestly have it no other way
- And as you lounge on the boardwalk, a hand over your hip and another on your shoulder
- The four of them flashing their wicked smiles and brushing kisses against you throughout the night
- You realize Santa Carla really did have more to offer then to take
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