Has it really been this long since I last updated? Damn. A lot has changed since then. I have a laptop and internet now, but only for the sake of college. However, I do plan on updating whenever I can. I feel I should go ahead and say that it's been so long that I'm really not feeling this story anymore. My writing style has changed and improved and I've lost a lot of my old drafts for the rest of this story. However, I had a particularly unique and in depth idea for this story and I have so much invested in it, so I'm gonna continue to write and update whenever the opportunity presents itself, but it isn't my main priority.
-and since I'm getting back into writing after so long, I'm going to experiment on which tenses (past or present) I prefer writing in. This chapter is going to be written completely in present tense. Next chapter may be past tense. This is just so I can see which one I feel more comfortable writing in.-
To those of you that have stuck with me I really wanna say THANK YOU SO MUCH. I probably wouldn't be updating this again without you.
I don't think I can cover all of you, but thank you SO MUCH to:
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I think that's everyone from 2014 on. I will attempt to continue replies and dedications as I continue the story.
IMPORTANT: To anyone who is interested; I am a huge art-freak. I draw and paint and take pictures all the time. However, I am technologically…well…ignorant. SO if anyone wants to make pictures of Rose and Marko or Rose and the boys or anything else, really, I would be greatly honored and, well, grateful. Plus, you'd get a HUGE dedication. I'm known for rewarding my most loyal readers. *rubs hands together and chuckles manically*
As per usual, I own NOTHING Lost Boys related (Excpet for my OCs, a few DVDs, and a T-shirt)
Without further ado, I give you:
Chapter 21:
I just got laid.
I just had the most mind-blowing sex I can remember having (which, if I'm honest, isn't much), and I don't know what to do now.
Marko should be completely encompassing my mind. All I should be thinking about is how to get him to do it again in, like, the next five seconds, but I'm not. I'm not thinking of anything. In fact, I'm just sitting here on the beach beside the subject of my desires and I'm totally quiet. And so is he. We're both quiet. There's no noise.
Not.
A.
Sound.
…Does that mean it was bad? I'm pretty sure the whole reason I can't think about, well, anything right now is because it was just that awesome for me. At least, that's what I'm gonna say it is. But that doesn't mean he enjoyed it like I did. I'm pretty much a virgin for all I remember before tonight, but he's definitely not. So does his silence mean I sucked (not literally-even though that DID happen)? Oh, God. He's so gonna st-
"Rose, you're over-thinking things again," Marko tries to say past his chuckles.
Hmph. Easy for him to say. Jerk.
"Rose, you were awesome, amazing, mind-blowing. I'll never be able to look at another woman again when I know I have you right there," he states. Sounds sweet right? Well, considering he says it with a deadpan expression and in the most sarcastic tone of voice…
Romantic?
Not so much.
I mirror his deadpan expression and say, "Gee, Marko. You really know how to make a girl feel good."
His flat façade breaks into a grin and I can't help by smile back, because, when Marko smiles at you, you just can't NOT smile back.
"C'mon, babe. You're more confident than all of this 'was I good? was I bad?' shit. Now, let's get back to the others so I can laugh at you deciding whether or not they know we fucked," he says, chuckling as the deadpan expression returns to my face as he states the last part.
He grabs my hands and hauls me to my feet so fast I fly into him. It's no problem for him, though. He just wraps his arms around me and plants one sloppy smooch to my mouth.
Romantic?
Not so much when he's laughing and trying to shove his tongue down my throat at the same time.
I pop him on the back of the head in retaliation. He pretends it hurts and proceeds to moan and complain about head injuries as I drag him back to cave.
As we get closer (and Marko gets bored of his own whining) we can hear Warrant's CherryPie blaring from inside. I can only hope that the song choice is a complete coincidence.
…I do love that song, though.
"If they know, they know. If we're gonna spend an eternity together, or even just a few years, we're bound to have sex. They know that," Marko states, shrugging.
I figure he's right. I mean, what does it matter? I can have sex wenever I want! Wherever I want! Okay, maybe not wherever, because that would just be too awkward for me. It's my life. I'm my own person, and I have needs. Granted, those needs tend to be ripping Marko's clothes off and shoving him and his sharp teeth down-Okay! Stopping there before I get carried away.
As we enter the lobby, Paul immediately rushes over, grabs my hand and pulls me to the middle of the floor.
"Dance with me, Cherry Pie!" Paul all but demands.
Ohmigod, does he know?
"Swing it to the drums! Swing it to guitar!" he sings along, only slightly off-key.
I can't help but laugh and dance along; nothing sexy or hot, just fun with swinging hips. Can't have Cherry Pie without swinging hips!
To my left I can see Laddie juming around and attempting to head bang at the same time, but looking more like frog high on coke. Dwayne is standing close by with a small smirk on his face in case Laddie gets a little too into the music and hurts himself.
"All night looong!" Paul and I belt out together.
"In walks her daddy standin' six foot four," Paul turns to point a threatening finger at Marko who suddenly looks like a deer caught in the headlights. "He said, 'Ya ain't gonna swing with muh dawta no mowr.'"
Marko looks like he's deciding whether to laugh hysterically or pretend he's somewhere else. I'm laughing too hard to be embarassed.
Marko was right. So what if they know?
"Wooo!" I try to call, but it turns into a squeal at the end because I'm about to choke horribly on my laughter.
"She's my Cherry Pie! Cool drink 'o water, such a sweet surprise! Taste so good make a grown man cry! Sweet Cherry Pie! Oh, yeah! She's my Cherry Pie! Put a smile on your face ten miles wide! Lookso good bring a tear to ya eye!" Paul spins and smacks my ass so hard I know it'd leave a mark if I were a human.
I jump on Paul's back, knocking him off balance and throwing us both to the ground in a tangle of limbs and hair.
The song ends and we're all laughing. Aside from David and Star, that is, because I've just noticed they aren't here.
"So," Paul starts, "I take it you're feeling better, now."
Uh oh.
"Um, yeah. You know us girls. Once we throw a fit, talk it out, hurt something, and get it off our chests, it's like nothing ever happened," I reply, my voice surprisingly steady even though it does seem to rise in pitch slightly.
Marko chuckles and walks behind me toward Dwayne, being sure to give me a not-so-discreet pat on the ass.
I wince and rub my poor, abused behind; it's still sore from where Paul slapped it with all his might. It also didn't help that Marko had been extra grabby with his claws during our-ahem-soiree.
He catches my glare and just smirks, winking at me.
Dwayne catches on pretty fast (the stupid genius) and rolls his eyes.
Damn it, Marko! I'm blocking them out for a reason! Oh, well. I'm okay with Dwayne knowing, I guess, though it is kind of awkward. It's more Paul, David, and, obviously, Laddie I'm worried about. I SO do not want to explain the birds and the bees to an eleven year old, though he probably already knows…still. Awkward. Thankfully, he and Paul seem oblivious.
"So…where are Star and David?" I ask, hoping to distract Paul before he, too, got in on my sex life.
"Oh, David took her back to her friend's house, or whatever, but she'll be back in a few days. Better get ready for a new roommate," Paul answers, sounding none-too-thrilled about the idea.
I was trying really hard not to huff and pout like a child. David is seriously gonna regret bringing her along. He should've just realized that all he wanted was a good screw and killed her.
I sigh.
I shouldn't think like that. She's nice enough to Laddie and me, though she seriously needs to go shopping for a new personality. Seriously. I gotta watch it. I'm really starting to sound like Paul.
Hmph. At least I don't sound like David.
As if on cue, David walks into the lobby from the entryway.
"Alright, boys," he glances at me, "and Rose, who's hungry?"
'Hungry'? But we just fed not too long ago; me only last night. David must need to let off some steam or something.
Dwayne stoically follows David back outside. Marko and Paul push and shove each other trying to see who can get out first while I laugh and mock there intelligence from the back.
I can't help but wonder: will it still be like this when Star joins us… Who am I kidding? Of course it will.
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We get to the Boardwalk in no time; granted it's only after I turned around and forced the Boys to wait while I changed into shorts and an off-the-shoulder band tee. Everyone seems eager for a feeding. I'm not quite so eager. I feel better and more accepting of my inner animal after my talk with Marko, but I'm still not over-eager to jump and slaughter people. I trust that will change the moment I smell blood. I really hope there will be less guilt involved next time.
So long as Marko's there with that predatory look in his eye and the memory of our start to the night fresh in mind, I don't think the guilt will be much of a problem.
And Judging by Paul choking on his, seemingly pointless, laughter, Dwayne's exasperated expression, David's steely glare and Marko's smug smirk, I must have dropped my barrier. Oops. Sometimes I wish the ground would just swallow me up; keep me from doing stupid stuff.
With one last snarl from David (and his lack in the ability to let ANYTHING go), we start our "patrol" around the boardwalk in search of our meals.
If I'm honest, hunting with Marko and Paul is turning out to be rather difficult. So far, If Marko and Paul aren't play-fighting, Paul's trying to get me to give him a piggy-back ride and Marko is being…extremely…affectionate. So affectionate, in fact, that people are giving us looks of disgust (and, in some cases, even jealousy). I'm pretty sure that if the Boys weren't as intimidating as they are, Marko, with his hand constantly rubbing and massaging my ass and trying crawl down the back and front of my pants, would have gotten us kicked off of the boardwalk already. If I could still blush, I would be worried about my face spontaneously combusting.
After I finally manage to wrangle Marko's hand out of my shorts (I had to compromise and let him keep his hand on my ass-hmph, "staking his claim," he says), Paul takes interest in cute, petite little blonde that seems to be paying every bit and more of the attention to Paul that he is paying her. Dwayne is eyeing, with intent, some Surf Nazi jerk blowing pot smoke in a passing child's face. However, he volunteered to watch Laddie so he won't be feeding (I offered to watch Laddie since I fed last night but, apparently, young vampires need to feed more often to sate their-my-bloodlust). David disappeared about five minutes beforehand with a parting glare sent me and Marko's way.
Marko is still trying to see how far he can get with me so publically without outright taking my clothes off. However, if he doesn't get his eyes and mouth off of me soon, he's gonna go hungry.
As I'm contemplating seeing how far I could get if I were to run away before Marko could catch me, something makes me stop moving-something picking at the back of my conscious. It's pulling me-trying to force me to look…over there…to the left near the hotdog stand.
A flash of red hair and I'm moving, slowly, step-by-step. I have to see the face of the person with that red hair.
I'm only slightly aware of Marko leaving to find his target. Seeing the face of this not-so-inconsequential person is, suddenly, more important.
In a quick movement, the bushy Red Hair is moving away from me. I lose sight of it in the crowd, but, luckily, I'm thinking with my instincts. If I recognize a head of red hair, which isn't entirely uncommon among the human race, maybe I'll be able to pick up their scent from nothing but memory.
Seeing as whoever-it-is is already out of my line of sight, I close my eyes and take a moment to focus on the scents of the people I know – Marko's distinct sweet vanilla scent, Dwayne and Laddie smelling of cotton candy and the Ferris wheel, David with the distinct smell of cigarette smoke on his breath, Paul surrounded by pot smoke, sex, and…cinnamon…? I could even smell where Chloe's chocolate-y scent had been hanging around earlier on. Then, I try to pick up on those I may know but can't remember. I'm starting to lose hope on finding anything when I suddenly pick up on a spice-y scent I feel I should recognize, but the spice is covered by another smell.
…Is that…garlic…?
Who wants to smell like garlic?
I don't dwell on it a moment longer. I know that's the scent belonging to the Redhead. I don't know how I know; I just know.
Barely masking my almost inhuman pace, I take off in the direction I could tell the scent was leading. I push and shove through people, using far more of my strength than I should and probably attracting way too much attention, but I don't care. I need to find the owner of the Red Hair.
By the time I slow down, I'm off of the Boardwalk and on a trail leading from the beach and into the woods.
People really should not explore the woods at night. They never know what might be prowling in the bushes…
My hunting instincts kick up a notch and I can feel my teeth elongating, but do I want to kill this person? What if I knew them as a friend? Marko, himself, had implied that I had had a fair-sized group of friends from the Boardwalk that I was always hanging around with.
But no.
I was getting a distinct warning from this situation. I can almost see the word 'threat' flashing across my vision.
Acting on instinct, I dip myself into a slight crouch, preparing to pounce if needed, and proceed forward slowly. Everything is quiet, but I can feel the change in the air moments before water is thrown at me, giving me enough time to dive gracefully out of the way and jump back up with a growl.
Who the HELL is throwing water at an attacker?!
Then I smell it. That sharp sting of a scent that has my eyes watering, and I instinctively know that it's Holy Water.
This isn't just another victim. This person knows what he or she is doing.
Shit. I've just found myself a Hunter.
"So you're still alive, huh?" I hear a female voice ask from somewhere to my right. "Your kind is such a bitch to kill. I'm not worried, though. In the end, you'll always die."
"Well aren't you just a steaming pile of clichés screaming the impossible," I reply in the most sarcastic tone I can muster.
"A brain of feathers and a heart of lead; this will be even easier than last time," I can hear her chuckle moving slowly from my right to the space in front of me.
I can tell she's experienced. She's staying hidden behind bushes where I can't see her and watching her steps carefully, judging by her virtually silent footfalls.
"A brain of - where the hell do you get your insults?" I ask incredulously with an equally as incredulous look on my face.
"One graceful taunt is worth a thousand insults," I hear her state smugly.
She circles around to my left, heading behind me, and I can immediately tell what she's planning. She wants me to think that she's going to attack me from behind, but she's really going to circle back around where she started, once she believes has me focusing my senses behind me, and surprise me from there. Again, I don't know how I know, but I do. I'm beyond positive that's what she's planning, and I'm going to let her carry on with. I'm going to let her believe that I've fallen into her little trap, and, when she makes her move, I'll be the one with the upper hand. Her plan might work on an older vampire, but I'm a fledgling. My senses are slightly more heightened than your average decades-old vamp. There is no hunting the hunter.
"Wait. You said 'last time.' What do you mean 'last time?' Where have I met you?" I question urgently.
She laughs – an incredibly mocking sound and bursts, "You mean you don't remember?! Oh, that's rich! That's just too perfect!"
I can hear start to ever-so-slightly exaggerate her laughing directly behind me, and I know this is where she tries to focus my attention. I turn my body to the side, so she thinks that she has me right where she wants me, but keep my focus directly on her. I can tell she's satisfied when she goes silent and the sound of her footsteps becomes even harder to pick up.
"What did you do to me?" I question so she doesn't get suspicious, but still listen for her tale-tell footfalls. "What made me your target?" Pause. Footsteps to my right. "Why not one of the boys?" Pause. Slow footstep in front of me. "Where did you come from?" Pause. Footsteps to my left. Slight shift in movement. She's reaching for something. "Who are you?" My muscles are coiled tight. My face is fully changed. Claws extended. A twig snaps. I smirk.
As she launches herself at me, I move, grabbing her by the wrist holding a stake aimed for my heart and wrapping my right hand around her slender throat. After restraining her, I shove her into a tree while maintaining my grip on her.
Seeing her stunned with surprise, I take a moment to observe her to see if I may remember her. She is stunningly beautiful and I seethe in jealousy at her lovely ginger-red hair. She's taller than me about 5'11 and has light brown eyes, overly-full lips and a regal square jaw with high cheekbones. Wearing a long-sleeved shirt and tights with knee-high boots, she looks more like a dazzling vampire than I do.
"So you're one of the Newly-Blooded, huh? I guess those boys were right when they thought you hadn't been turned, yet. I didn't want to take that chance. All for nothing, seeing as you survived only to die again in a different way. Tell me, what's it like to live as a walking corpse?"
She was nervous. I could tell. I had no more patience for banter and was just about to tear into her throat when a cloud of mist erupted from her sleeve and into my face.
Oh, God! It burns! Shit! Fucking Hell!
I drop her with a screech and stumble backwards.
Lost the upper-hand. Retreat. Avoid and evade. GET. AWAY.
I launch myself off the ground just as the Redhead jumps toward me. Through the pain, I feel a small amount of satisfaction when she face-plants into the dirt.
My visioning is blurry and, if the burning is any kind of sign, I can tell my eyes and the skin around them are red.
Before I leave, I turn back to her, and, in a hoarse voice, so deadly it almost scares me, I promise, "We will meet again, Red, and when we do, you won't be getting away so lucky."
Then, with speed only a vampire can possess, I run back to the Boardwalk to find the boys.
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WOO! I'm pretty happy with that.
As you can probably tell, I wanted to focus on Rose using her instincts there toward the end; how she picks up on "Red", how she stalks "Red".
Rose may have lost this round, but the battle isn't over.
Again, I want to thank you all for sticking with me and I wanna welcome any new readers. I hope you enjoy yourselves. I know my writing has gotten better since I started back in…2011? Damn, 4 years. It's been a long ride, but I really hope that I can finish this story for you guys.
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It's been a while since I posted anything, so I'd like to know how I did.
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