Author note: Oh, my goodness this heat is a killer. Really, is it too much to ask for a mild day, like 50-60 on the temperature reading?
Disclaimer: I own my OC's. And the overall story. But that's all.
Chapter start
Celia waved goodbye to Lucy before she settled into Connor's old pick up truck with a relieved sigh. Lucy had been an absolute mother hen the past day. And Sam had been the faithful little nurse, only Michael giving her any much-needed peace.
The doctor had said Celia was fine, the nurse had said Celia was fine. Then the doctor had to add that, just in case of a concussion, Celia shouldn't be left alone for long. Doctor Worrier could not understand how the wound had healed so quickly when it showed signs of being much deeper, anyway, and Celia wasn't willing to be some guinea pig over it.
At least freedom had finally been accomplished through dear sweet Connor. They both had the day off and if that wasn't something to be taken advantage of then what was?
Connor had called three times the day she had been 'kidnapped' by Marko. The next day he had called twice, first before the doctor and once after. This morning she had pounced on him like a mountain lion and demanded he come rescue her. He happily obliged.
"So let me get this straight, girl," he said, "Kyle hasn't called you once?"
Celia clicked her tongue. "Nope."
"And have you called him?"
"Nope."
Connor hummed low in his throat and remained attentive to the road. It was obvious he had something to say. In a minute he might start bouncing out of his seat. So she bit the bullet and asked.
"Well… it just seems to me that if this guy is your ultimate love then wouldn't he be concerned about you not calling? You're getting more attention from those biker babes than him."
She snorted. "He doesn't know about all that! Relationship suicide isn't my goal."
"Please, with how absolutely adorable that curly guy is I'd want to know if my lover was getting hit on by that." Connor sniffed dramatically. "Guys like that are the ones that turn good little girls bad."
"Marko is just playful. It doesn't mean anything," Celia said with an airy wave of her hand.
Connor smirked triumphantly. "Mmm-hmm. And the fact he hasn't been seen with another gal since he started sniffing you out says nothing huh?"
"It says maybe he's gotten tired of meaningless sex from hussies. Or that he's taking a break from it."
"Amazing that such a boyish little innocent is in fact such a heartbreaker," Connor commented. "It's more amazing how totally dense you are."
"Shut up. Marko is not innocent, believe me. He drives like someone's chasing him, he licks me all the time, he sketched me while I was sleeping for god's sake and-"
"Sounds like a crush to me," Connor sang. "You know licking can be good. It can be really fun actually." He waggled his brows suggestively.
Celia scoffed before she laughed. "I hate you. Why are you gay?"
"I hate you too darling. Who knows? Maybe you'll convert me and I'll steal you from that insensitive beast you call a boyfriend."
"Maybe," Celia echoed even though they both knew it was never going to happen in any circumstances.
They spent a fun filled day at the boardwalk. Connor was surprisingly a daredevil and made her sit in the front for all the rides. When they went to the beach they swam for awhile before they decided to tan. It was during that tanning session that she got curious.
"Hey, why is it that only the hussies go near them anyway," she asked.
"What? Who?"
She turned on her side to focus on Connor. "Marko and Paul, and the other two."
"David and Dwayne," he supplied.
"Yeah, why doesn't anyone go near them except for sex?"
"Have you looked at their faces? Gorgeous," Connor yawned.
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah but-"
"Like I told you before. Most sane people like their hearts unbroken as a rule. Those guys have never been seen with a girl or guy for more than a night or two."
That brought up an interesting point. "What about Star?"
Connor grunted, smacking her on the back of her head. "Somebody is just dying of curiosity today, aren't we?" Celia pinched his hand and he withdrew. "She belongs to David or so everyone says. They certainly don't act like a couple. He picked her up like most others and she seemed to stick unlike most others."
"And Laddie?"
Connor frowned. "Now that I don't know. He came along after the girl did but he seems familiar. I've seen his face somewhere before."
"You too?"
They fell silent again after that. Celia heaved a sigh and rolled onto her back. She still didn't get why only certain kinds migrated to those four bikers. She did know she had to apologize to Marko. She hadn't been really fair to him and the argument had been childish in an insulting way.
Blood was a delicious motivator. Marko grinned faintly while he stalked his prey. This was the last one after all and then he could go get his real dinner. He wouldn't ever defile his precious lips with this ones blood. But it was still pleasant to feel the fear rippling from the human scum.
He was hiding in an abandoned hospital on the edge of Santa Carla which Marko found very fitting. Nobody would hear the screams from here which meant he could get as violent as he wanted without any concern. Even better maybe a doctor had left behind some fun little tools for him to use like a scalpel or one of those electro shock machines. That would be fun.
The night before he and the boys had found the group that attacked Celia, ripping through them with pure, unadulterated animalism. With glee, he recalled ripping the hair right from the scalp of the girl who had stood there, taunted Celia, and egged the man on in attacking her. Marko had shredded her torso open with nimble fingers and massaged them on her heart. He had used those fingers to callously collapse her ribs, as if they were clumps of sand, and he a toddler ruining his sand castle.
He had studied her hair for a moment. It had been thick and lustrous but sweaty and matted with sand from where she had been two seconds away from fucking some guy Dwayne was munching. With cruel intent, Marko tugged the mass off, the bloody roots swinging in the air, before shoving it down her throat to watch her gag and choke on the tendrils.
The whole time he tortured her he had drunk in the screams that had dimmed to pained whimpers and then glorious silence when he pinched a small hole on her heart and let it pour the crimson down her shredded body. With interest he had watched the final glaze of death come over her wide eyes.
They had cleaned up easily, tossing the bodies into a fire. Now Marko was stalking the final prey, the man who had actually had thoughts of using something that belonged to the lost boys.
He landed neatly by the door. The night was cooler than normal and the wind blew in his hair. He tapped the door lightly with his finger nails. His victim hadn't gone in through here. It was still bolted shut and rusted over. With a casual flick of his wrist he sent it inward, and slammed the now bent door into the old wall. He whistled a merry little tune as he stepped in and glanced around.
Dust littered the floor so when he turned around he could see his steps. Cobwebs hung from the doorframes and corner ceilings. With his presence in their home he saw hundreds of little spiders scuttling up their webs to safety. They wouldn't come down until he had gone. The braver ones crawled down to hang in his face, curiously befriending him before he stepped past. One danced on his knuckles and he recognized it as one of the poison kinds. A true predator in unassuming skin, just as he was.
His footsteps echoed off the empty place. Marko kept whistling as he wandered slowly down the hall, his trailing fingers collecting dust as they ran along a wall. It was a nice place.
The sound of labored breathing and a tortured heartbeat was heavy in his ears. Anticipation wrapped around him as he neared it. He took the time to peer into every opened doorway and on the third try he got lucky, a grin lighting up his features, and he trotted eagerly inside.
He wandered to the far corner and bent to lift a sharp object from the ground. It was layered in several inches of dust and he whistled happily as he wiped it on his pants. When he could see the shine, he tested it against his forearm, leaving behind a thin slice that healed instantly. He drew another line and studied the effect as he dug even deeper into his rather resilient skin.
"I could have been a doctor." Marko cackled to himself and decided to go see his first ever patient as 'Doctor Marko'.
He found him in the basement. It was quite a small room, with heavy black beams in the ceiling. The stones of the floor were stained and greasy, ash was piled within the fender, and cobwebs hung in dusty droops from the beams. It must have been where they brought things to be burned, he supposed with some interest.
If they could get it going again burning victims' bodies would have some new fun in it for them all. The windows were so covered with a greasy slime and dirt and dust that no sunlight could have hoped to pierce into it. Maybe they could send Star here, lock her up with a victim until she fed. It had possibilities.
The man was cowering under some old filthy bed sheets. They might have saved him if they weren't shaking and Marko didn't have enhanced hearing, smell, and sight on his side.
"Oh Mr. rapist," he sang in his best child voice, "Come out, come out, wherever you are."
He twirled his newest toy in his fingers and smiled. "I promise I won't eat you. I just want to give you a one way ticket to someplace nice and toasty, all year round."
He resumed his whistling and moved to be right beside the pile of dirty linen. His whistling hit a shrill note as he bent low, grasping with his free hand. He wrenched the linens away so sharply that the body tangled in them rolled with a cry of delicious terror before Steven scrambled and crawled before getting to his feet.
Marko let him get to the stairs, let the stupid human crawl and slip on the thin concrete steps. Once he reached the top Marko appeared there, crushing the bones in the fingers with his foot.
"Oh, my bad. Sorry there." Marko smiled charmingly as he bent down to grab Steven's collar. "I meant to break the other one. You know the hand you tried to crush the other night."
Marko let the sniveling human go and stood up. Before relief could be felt on Steven's part Marko slid his boot under the shoulder and lifted his body by it alone, slamming it into the railing. It shrieked protestingly before it gave way under the heavy force and both he and the rail plummeted back to the stained floor.
Marko heard the sound of splintering bones accompanied by the cry of agony. He glanced down to see blood pooling around from the broken ribs poking out of the chest cavity now, it teased his senses and he felt his better nature thrusting against him. He frowned and shook it away.
He jumped lithely down and landed next to Steven. "That looks nasty," he commented, kneeling to poke at a rib and push it to one side, causing more blood to gush out.
Steven couldn't scream but he babbled and the words echoed in his brain. Marko grinned. "You're already in a hospital. I'm taking good care of you here."
He grabbed Steven and hurled him into a wall. The sound of his nasty flesh peeling from the ground was disturbing. Before it could slip back to the ground Marko was there, grabbing Steven around the throat and dangling him there.
"Not yet, Stevey-boy. There's a few more marks you have to bear before I send you off to your permanent vacation."
Marko waved his scalpel in front of Steven's eyes. He hummed while he placed the tip very carefully against the top left of his forehead. He added soft pressure and watched, mesmerized, as it sunk in. Dwayne had said it was deep but he hadn't given any details beyond that, still trying to get chocolate out of his mouth. Marko pouted about the fact Dwayne had saved Celia, he loved chocolate flavored blood. He forgot all about the fact he could have saved her if he hadn't wanted to drain her dry at the time.
He was very careful to draw the moment out. Tears were leaking out of Steven's eyes now as Marko dug through his flesh with the scalpel. When he was done he withdrew, letting his victim slide bonelessly to the floor and whimper like a kicked puppy. He surveyed his handiwork.
"Close enough," he said with pride. "Now comes the hard part."
He tugged Steven's legs until he was on his back again. Without care for the ribs poking through he tore the shirt off and pressed his palm against the right pectoral. He recalled the bruises on Celia and imagined them on the hard flesh under his fingers.
He held the bloody and still somewhat dusty scalpel aloft. "Now if you twitch and make me mess up I'll be very cross with you."
It took him five minutes until he was satisfied. He reached back and dragged some linen to him so he could blot the running blood away and see his masterpiece coming to life. A laugh escaped his lips. There was now a near perfect rendition of the bruises Celia had marring her skin. The only difference was hers would heal without a mark to say they had ever been. Steven's never would.
The human was hanging on to life stubbornly, pleasing Marko. He had one more thing to handle. Deliberately he trailed his fingers down to the edge of Steven's pants, toying with the zipper and cocking his head to the side, smiling like the seductive, horrible little demon he was.
"Now then let's see about taking care of that little thing you wanted to use on my girl."
Steven's screams died down only to rise again when Marko used the scalpel too sharply, grinning the whole time. He had removed his precious jacket beforehand and his gloves. His hands and forearms were covered in blood while he sat between Steven's legs. He had them spread wide apart.
Marko was a truly sadistic being. He loved to inflict pain and he would do it any way he could, especially for the good of what was their property like Celia was. At the end of the day he would never hurt the things he truly cared about and that was his only limit.
Marko finally pulled the scalpel away and surveyed his work again. He had never castrated anything but he thought he did a real good job. He licked his lips as he wondered what to do next. He turned his head and took in the huge furnace.
"Alright, we're almost done." He got up and dragged Steven's body over to it.
The opening groaned when he pulled it wide and he peered inside curiously. He stuck his whole head in, dug through some of the old ashes still there. A mouse shot up and ran over his arm and he caught it easily. He listened until he found the other one and dug until he caught it too.
"Sorry little ones," he said, "but your home is going up in smoke soon. I know, I'll take you to my place. You'll like it better than this old junker."
The mice were licking the blood off his arms. Marko glanced around, he spied an old cage that was rusty, and the top was bent. He put them in and latched it shut. They scurried around the bottom but he knew there wasn't a way out. With some regret he decided to mess up a small piece of his masterpiece. He tugged a chunk of flesh from Steven and the man whined a little. Marko dropped it into the cage and the mice went for it.
He hefted Steven in his arms and very casually tossed him into the furnace. The new weight sent up a plume of ash into the air. It swirled around Marko who was grinning with pleasure.
He surveyed the furnace until he found the buttons to make it work. He turned the dial to its maximum heat and shut the door. At the very least, Steven would bleed out and die in there. It wouldn't be as satisfying but Marko knew he couldn't win them all. If he was lucky the furnace still worked. He pressed the start button and waited. It took ten minutes before he became aware of the fact the metal he leaned on was getting hot.
Marko grinned wider when the first flames flickered to life inside the furnace. It was belching in protest as the gears started turning again; he thought there was probably black smoke billowing into the air outside wherever it came out.
Steven's screams started up again but by now they weren't any louder than sighs. Marko had ripped each and every scream from him happily until his voice was hoarse. Half an hour later and the flames were a true inferno inside and even Marko couldn't see Steven's body. By now it must have been crispy, the blood turned black before it evaporated in the heat, the skin peeling away to reveal the soft organs and white bone structure. Soon even the bones would ash.
When it was over and the flames were dead Marko opened the furnace. A wave of heat hit him and made him blink as he looked curiously. There wasn't a trace of Steven anywhere.
He smiled and bit his nail while he collected his jacket and gloves. When he was again dressed fully he gathered up the cage and some of the bloody linen for them to make a new nest.
Tonight had so far been successful. He had gotten his revenge against the Surf Nazi's, found a cool new hideout for him and a new toy to burn things in, and had even found two new little vermin to keep as pets.
He flew back to the cave. David and Paul were there. They glanced at him when he came in.
"More vermin?" David glanced at the cage indifferently. Marko had populated their cave with mice, pigeons, raccoons, possums, and even a horrible little skunk that had thankfully been old and died within a year or so of being there.
Animals, vermin in specific, loved Marko. Moreover, he was just as affectionate.
Marko smiled at his best friend and knew David didn't really care about the mice. He vanished down a tunnel in order to find the best home base for his two little pets.
Paul hopped off the fountain to follow him. David closed his eyes briefly until he felt Dwayne drop into the cave. Victory was pulsing from his Native American friend.
Dwayne came over and dropped to his knees before David. He reached with his hands in a slow caress of David's legs, dipping low over the curve of his outer thighs while his head nuzzled his knees affectionately. David let his fingers absently brush through some of the dark hair.
"Good hunt," he said sarcastically.
Dwayne made a small noise of affirmation. "I finally won over that little school girl."
"Congratulations," David muttered.
Dwayne smirked. It wasn't that they were mates, neither of them wanted to take that heavy step that would bind them for a few centuries at least. They had been together right from the beginning of each others immortal lives and that had helped to foster the closeness between them. The possessive glint they both showed whenever the other was on a long hunt for prey was all part of the thrill for each other, the sullen jealousy that led to intangible heights of pleasure for them both enough. They didn't need to be mates to know they belonged to each other. All the boys belonged to each other and intermingled.
Dwayne buried his head until David parted his thighs slightly for him and he bit through the fabric of his jeans to pierce the vein. David growled warningly.
"I have her," Dwayne said, "tied up in her basement. Her parents are gone for the weekend, the doors bolt from the inside so nobody can get in. There is no staff to bother us. I thought we could have some alone time, eat out together for a change."
David looked his first brother and frequent lover over. He smirked slightly. Marko and Paul were more than capable of handling Star and Laddie, and they would know where to find them if something did happen.
"Lead the way."
Marko had found the perfect spot for his little mice. Paul watched him open the latch door inside the moist tunnel and drop some pieces of flesh around it. He helped his brother tear the linens up and dropped them to the ground so they could make a nest from them.
While they worked Marko told him about the abandoned hospital and the furnace.
"That's rockin' man!" Paul was slightly high and loving it. "Let's go check it out!"
Marko led him to the place and Paul peered into the furnace just as Marko had done. "You can smell the guy a little still. Smells like burned meat."
"No way! He got cooked," Marko protested, pushing Paul aside to stick himself in. As soon as he did, Paul grabbed his legs and lifted him, dumping him without ceremony into the ashes.
"Hey!"
Paul was laughing hysterically so he didn't see the retaliation on Marko's face. He choked on a laugh as Marko grabbed him and tugged him in, burying his head into the ashes and straddling Paul to keep him there.
"Damned bastard," he hollered.
Paul heaved and after a second managed to turn himself over. He grabbed Marko and the two began playfully fighting.
End chapter
Author note: Okay, sadistic vampire Marko, you have fun in those ashes you hear? I really do not know where that came from but I do kind of like writing him this way. I would love some reviews about what you all thought, too! I will see you all next time.
