At the beginning of every week I've decided to try and write a short story to put up on my Lost Boys blog, whether it be a drabble or just small ramblings or whatever I can come up with and I've now decided to post them here as well. This I guess would officially be the first. However, I'm not going to spend much time editing these. They are more for practice and thought, but still…This one is a little bit dark and a little bit twisted. Something the boys decided to do with their free time I guess. LOL. And as always, reviews are loved.
The girl was dragged down the stairs by her right arm and then tossed without care to the middle of the dirt floor in-between David's wheelchair and the fountain. She landed on one hip and tried to scurry away by digging into it with her fingers and crawling with her arms, but it did little in terms of putting distance between herself and the monster that had brought her there.
"Here we are sweets!" he announced. "Home sweet home! And I've got just the thing for you." The wild blond, bringer of death cackled manically before dancing over to one of the dusty couches to dig between the cushions and produce a plastic baggy of sorts. He held it up high in the palm of his right hand. "See! Just call me the mean green doobie machine." He skipped around something of a table and grabbed a few loose papers sitting on the fountain next to the rock box and proceeded to take a few of the loose leaves from the packet.
The girl still watched in horror, to terrified to move. Her own dark hair was a mess of knots from the countless times in that one night she had tried to escape and every time, he had gone for the hair. Her face as well was smeared in dirt, minus the tear streaks that ran down her face.
"Come on baby girl," the monster cooed. "I don't see why ya gotta make this such a big deal. I mean, I'm a nice guy…really, just got to do what the master wants ya know?" he laughed sarcastically at the word master as though he didn't mean it. "I'm telling ya, this stuff is guaranteed to ease those nerves." He gave her a wide-mouthed grin and then continued in his craft of making the perfect joint. Once it was done, he sat back on the fountain and held it up in admiration. "Oh ya!" he sang, producing a lighter. The newly wrapped ghanja went straight to his lips and was then lit.
The girl gulped, eyed her captor and once again made a mad dash towards the steep exit.
"Aww shit man, not again!" The joint nearly fell from his lips as he bounced off the ledge of his chosen seat to make chase.
This time however, another figure stopped her dead in her tracks. "Going somewhere princess?" This one was darker in complexion or so she thought until he stepped into the light, and he instilled a lot more fear in her than the wild and crazed pot fanatic resting on the fountain.
She instinctively put an arm out over her head in an effort to keep him from hurting her or pulling her hair, but instead he let her be and passed her by.
"Alright Paul, you better be sharing that weed man," another called down from the entrance. He intentionally hung himself from the top of the cave entrance with one hand and kicked with both legs before swinging himself into the cavern and landed with perfect ease at the foot of the stairs right next to the girl. He looked down at her with a coy smile and before moving on said, "Hello beautiful."
The girl didn't understand what was going on. For the past five nights she had been trapped there unable to leave after she had witnessed the violent murder of her two best friends, but for some reason they had let her live. Only now she was trapped as they wouldn't let her go.
Finally the fourth one she knew as David emerged from the opening. "Just how long are we going to have to play this game Daria?" he asked, stepping light and collected down the jagged stone stairs. "I think you know what we want."
The girl burst into tears again and hung her head, holding just her shoulders up at the foot of the last stair. "No, no I don't. I told you…I swear I won't tell anyone, just please, please, I want to go home."
David hunched down so that he was eye level with her. "Sweetheart, you are home. Hey, look at me." He offered her a hand up and she looked into his eyes, caught by the cold blue color that they were. A gentle mind lull worked its way into her brain and the sobbing stopped even as the tears kept streaming. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up then huh?" He helped her to her feet and walked her to the fountain close to where Paul sat, sharing his most beloved possession with his pack brothers.
"Paul, I thought I told you to keep little mis Daria here comfortable while we were out," David implied. "What happened?"
The vampire shrugged, his eyes half passive already from the smoke. "She doesn't like me man. I can't even explain it either. Every chic likes me."
Marko laughed and stole the joint from his fingers. "You're an asshole sometimes Paul. You ever stop to think that maybe she's not into rock & roll and getting high? Maybe you should recite her some poetry…that'll get her to spread those legs for ya."
"Boys enough." David was starting to lose his patients. "Marko, if you wouldn't mind fetching the wine…"
"Sure thing boss." He gave Paul back his doobie and wondered on over to where the greatest wine bottle of all time sat. "Now this is what she needs," he smiled, carefully picking it up with one hand.
"Dwayne help me," David ordered and instantly, the dark haired native was at his side. "Alright my dear, it's all or nothing. What do you say we just call it a night, you drink without a fight and everyone stays happy. Hmm, how bout it?"
The girl said nothing but watched as Dwayne edged around her backside and easily slipped both arms around her waist. Still under the influence of David's little mind trip, she agreed and backed into the smooth muscled chest of the vampire behind her, just as he tilted in to take a whiff of her. "For your protection," Dwayne insisted, as he took both of her hands in his.
Marko merrily handed the wine to David and stepped to the side, holding his hands behind his back. He always loved a good show and knew that as soon as David uncorked it, the girl would go crazy and start to fight like a wild boar.
Paul inhaled and sat back as he exhaled through puckered lips, letting the smoke waft through the air and embrace the five of them. "I say we just hold her down and pour it down her throat till she chokes on it. At least then it would be in her system and I won't have to babysit anymore."
Marko and Dwayne laughed.
"Well, you are the one who found her and brought her back to us, therefore, you are automatically the one nominated to be her watcher until she drinks," David told him, easily removing the plug that kept the blood inside the decorated glass nice and secure.
Before he even had to ask there was a cup at his side and Marko grinned as he handed it over, eager to proceed. David held both the bottle and the cup low and tilted it to let a few glugs of the red stuff flow freely until there was just enough, about one-third of a cup. No sense in wasting it. The offering was then lifted to the girls lips.
As if someone had snapped their fingers her eyes intensified and widened and the struggle began. She jerked her head from side to side, wiggling and squirming in the firm grip of the one who held her.
Marko laughed. "Hell her lips might as well be glued shut with the way she's holding them closed." He pointed at the way the perfect pink color that lips were naturally, on her had turned white. "Hey why don't we just drain her first and then feed her? or better yet…mouth to mouth."
"Are you willing to do that?" David asked, looking at his fledgling directly.
"Fuck no! I don't want to touch her lips. She already smells putrid just from refusing to clean up while she's been here. If I wanted to suck face with someone I'd run down to the Boardwalk."
"I've got an idea," Dwayne offered. "Let's move her to that old couch. I'll hold her down and Marko can sit on her legs. With her head tilted back, it should slide right down."
They all agreed and carried her kicking, yet still lip locked to the old musty couch and down she went. Marko climbed aboard and straddled her over the knees while Dwayne sat at her middle. Paul was the brave one and kneeled at the foot of the couch, ready to pry those pale white lips apart and once he had it, down went the fine wine known as vampire blood.
The girl gurgled and spit and choked, but finally they all heard her swallow and a big bravo echoed through the cave.
With the dirty task at hand fulfilled, the boys let her up. She scrambled around almost on all fours like a wild animal searching for some corner to hide in, but the change was already taking effect and her mind was flustered. She kept looking back at them like something in her longed now to be near them and yet at the same time, the exit called.
David extended a hand towards the way out. "You're free to go."
The girl stopped moving altogether and just stared at them like a deer caught in headlights.
"I mean it, you are free to go. However, here are the rules to your freedom. Either kill or be killed. You have three hours, and believe me sister, we will find you either way."
The girls breathing was heavy. She was definitely lost, the blood had made certain of that, but regardless she made haste up the stairs and vanished from their site. A big round of laughter came from the four boys. It was the same old dirty game every month. They would find a victim, kill his or her friends, turn them and then set them free. If said victim happened to make a first kill, they were inducted into the family. If not, the boys hunted them down and killed them. No one however, had ever made it.