A/N - So I had a strange/horror-y dream about the boys and a witch, similar to the resurrection witch thing I did so seeing as I seem to be doing mini series now... ❤❤❤
The boys are awake and missing some members as they come to in the ruins of the Emersons place. Everything is not as it seems when a witch offers them salvation in return for murder. The Emersons aren't the only ones with a happier ending after their tangle with the undead.
I literally don't have a lot of ideas plot wise after Marko and Paul come in, so feel free to drop some ideas if you like! Probably going to be poly x witch!reader or platatonic, not sure yet but I kinda picture hate sex with David and the witch because she likes testing him. ❤❤❤
Warnings: mentions of PTSD, aftermath of character death, slight/moderate angst.
All was said and done, bathed in red and soot. The Emersons had officially tied up their messy ends, heading outside of the seedy little town which had been their home. Star and Laddie were safe as were the victims of the undead's plans, but rest assured no one left without their scars. Sam kept minimal contact with the frog brothers who decided they would move within the next month of August, claiming another town would need their help. Sam had arguably dealt with it the best, with a new school in a new town, Sam tried to throw himself into social circles and get back into trends both fashionable and cinematic.
Everything seemed bittersweet in their escape of a newer life of mundane humanity. Lucy apologized profusely for being minimal in their struggles, feeling like a bad mother for their experiences until time healed her doubts. It had not been her fault in any of this with the strategic targeting that had occurred but she still remained insistent on only taking up part time work to support her family. There the Emersons thrived, staying close as they ate meals together. Everyone had their time to adapt and month after month seemed to help the memory grow distant but try as they might, the nightmares hadn't faded.
Michael and Star mostly worried about the aftermath of what they left. If the boys would stay dead and they were in the dark with their worries. Worries they kept from Laddie who occasionally asked about the boys to which they lied. The little boy remained with the family, having no family left to call home after the incident. It was the only regret Star had, she knew the boys treated Laddie as their own and that he loved them, but his young eyes hadn't seen behind the human masks they wore.
Despite their limited experience, none of them truly knew much about what happened or about vampires in what was real and what wasn't. The frogs hadn't been much help either, preaching their comic as gospel.
They were a suspended enigma eating away whenever they happened to be reminded of the four boys and the wolf in sheep's clothing who had been the mastermind behind it all. A friendly face could not be trusted so fast, a life lesson they would bestow upon the growing gift in Star's belly.
But would the boys truly stay dead? They hoped they did and tried to tell themselves everything was done, that they were never coming. As soon as they could accept that, they could live their lives happy and normal with no wandering thoughts of an old house they spent one fateful summer.
Something ominous hung in the air. The old abandoned farm house, decrepit and partially burnt down sat on the lonely hill. Graffiti marked doors and floor boards from teenagers brave enough to loiter despite the rumours of it being supposedly haunted. Since that fateful day, night had come and went, stretching longer and longer. The house lived up to its rumours at night, with darkness surrounding the old property casting an eerie aura from the wooden structure. People, teenagers would often swear that the floorboards creaked and that they heard pained moans in the wind.
As if that hadn't already put people off exploring the run down house. Flowers and greenery refused to grow without the care of its previous owner, reduced to wilted and dried corpses of beauty upon the sparse strands of grass.
The earth in front of the house vibrated in the darkness of the night like that of a burial gone wrong. The stories haunting human minds of being buried alive and dying in a coffin becoming all too real but with no spectators.
A hand clawed it's way out of the shallow dirt grave it had been hastily thrown into. An unnatural wind bellowed into the night, joining the little creatures calls of the surrounding greenery as they fled. Dark fabric attached to a forearm until the buried figure reached their exit. Platinum strands, flattened and sprinkled with dirt appeared followed by a hollow pale face.
Simultaneously, the abandoned house seemingly came to life. A light flickered on, illuminating the windows from room to room. An ungodly screech rang out as a figure slowly clambered outside of the boarded up door. Malice filled sun- orange eyes, framed by dark lashes and healing skin of caramel. It appeared the Emerson's fears had been right and of the figure's intentions hadn't been directed to the safety of the pack, they would have been hunted like dogs.
Healed skin felt stiff as he forced his aching body to move.
His regenerated lips pulled into a snarl at the lasting memory of the fight and what they had lost. Whilst Dwayne might have felt renewed in flesh and bone, he was lost without the boys he shared the gift but also curse of eternity with.
For the first time in his life, he was startled and afraid even below the dangerous anger resonating through him. He had been killed by a kid, one just a little older than Laddie. Laddie. His mind jumped to. His heart seeped for the little boy they had found and taken in. The bond they shared was innocent and brother like, one that Dwayne found hard to let go of but as he contemplated the loss, he was approached by the figure who had came from the grave.
Dark fabric shrouded the dirtied form and two holes had been left in the garments but Dwayne knew just who he was.
"David?" He asked, eyes widening as if he had seen a ghost. His momentary sorrows muted at the comforting presence of his brother who looked worse for wear, probably about as bad as he looked. Leather jacket ripped more than before and a hankering for blood.
"It's me, brother." David started carefully approaching closer until the two could embrace momentarily. They weren't sentimental mental creatures and haven't been before hand but now in the midst of disaster, they were grateful for each other.
"We're gonna get them. They have to answer to us for they did." David assured him as he pulled away. Dwayne was in no mood for fighting or strategizing on the ones who had gotten the better of them. He frowned and argued,
"We can't David, without Paul or Marko we-"
"Don't you think I know that?"
In the distance, another figure approached- bloodied and a sight for sore eyes as it idled onto the property.
"Well, hello boys." A voice drawled. Low but undoubtedly female.
"It's about time you woke up." She commented as if it had been no big deal.
David threw caution to the wind, placing a hand on Dwayne's shoulder. Despite his momentary death, he refused to let go of the reigns. It was an odd sight right enough but no stupider than someone walking over to two hungry and very groggy vampires.
"Who the hell are you?" David asked eerily calm as he sized her up. There was no doubt in his mind he was cautious and the casualness in her familiar tone threw him for a loop.
"Someone who wants the frogs to come to justice." She shrugged her shoulders as it hadn't been casual murder. David arched a brow at that, she seemed to know about the situation and she almost definitely seemed as if she was on their side.
"And why should we trust you?" He asked.
She wandered a little closer and he couldn't help but be reminded of Paul as he saw her close up. There was a sense of familiarity in her wild blond curls and in the way she wore her bracelets and necklaces, always layered like his brother had but most of all, he noticed her piercing green eyes. They pierced unnatural, like they were full of secrets. Whatever she was it couldn't be good.
"Because I can help you bring your two boys back" She explained, throwing caution to the wind. It was a touchy subject to the two but she wouldn't have made a promise she couldn't keep. Despite her need of help in return, she knew she would need to get the two on board.
"I don't believe you." David stated bluntly.
"Then maybe you should try a little faith?" There was a pep in her tone as she pressed further.
"I am half human, so you can kill me at will but what's the fun in that?" She shrugged her arms carelessly, becoming more loose lipped with their growing curiosity.
"Plenty."
"Oh enough of that, vampires can be so grumpy." The supposed half human held her ground.
"No shit."
"You mentioned Marko and Paul?" Dwayne asked, slipping in to the two way interrogation. He had clung to the prospect of having the two blond lunatics back he called brothers. Despite the trouble they caused, Dwayne only remembered the good times and he wanted nothing more than to have them back. The bonds they had shared after the attack had been non existent and achingly empty with their deaths.
A wicked grin stretched across red lips as her eyes twinkled.
"Well honey, I have magical blood in my veins. Blood that has the potential to bring them back." She admitted, perhaps mentioning blood wasnt such a good idea when she was talking to two vampires who hadn't eaten but it got her point across. If they wanted their brothers back, she could help with that, be useful.
"But for a price that is..." She trailed off.
David was tempted to just kill her just for that. Time was precious in their needs and desires. The thought of her stringing them along with them depending on her pissed him off like no other. David didn't even know if she was telling the truth about being a witch. The more reasonable side supposed if vampires were real them so could other creatures but even then doubt nabbed at him. No human he had encountered had been able to lie to slyly without leaving a subtle trace in their thoughts but she- she was cut off, he realised. Radio silent as she rested her hands on her hips before them. David couldn't get into her mind and with that, he concluded it was something.
But was it something worthy of facing the frogs for? David wanted them dead all the same and now he would take a different strategy when they did meet their sticky ends. It was strange that she would ask something like that of them, rather than say eternal life.
He licked his chapped lip, feeling the cold to the touch skin like that of the corpse he had been as he healed.
"You want us to go after the frog brats for you?" David guessed, stating the supposed price out loud. It was logical and what he guessed she had meant by justice.
Her eyes lit up and she nodded.
"In part yes. That was more for your benefit actually, but I just want them and their kind off my back." Too many rituals and sacrifices had been ruined by the very two she came to know as the frog brothers. Pathetic really, they were annoyingly persistent and persistence lead to repeats, ones she didn't need, not even when they had taken out her sister.
"Your kind?" Dwayne piped up, dark eyes narrowed as he studied her.
"Witches, you have been listening haven't you?" She jested bitterly. It was risky revealing what she had, but from the energy they oozed, she thought it wouldn't hurt as badly to at least try and build trust. Her hands remained by her sides, fingers picking at chipped black nail polish as the platinum blond, David she guessed had made a threatening step forward.
"Enough talk witch, help us bring our brothers back and we'll talk about the rest later." David was inches from her and despite the undoubtedly sharp and very deadly fangs he was hiding, she didn't doubt that he wouldn't hesitate to sink them into her flesh.
"You're awful smart for a vampire you know that?" Then again, Marie always was one to tempt death. She grinned as his eyes flashed flecks of dangerous gold for a second before they receded. She had gotten a rise from him it seemed and David didn't look too pleased about it.
"Watch your tone, witch. You're testing the patience of a ravenous vampire." His hand cupped her throat, firmly but lifting her face up higher. Her skin felt hot against his clawed palm as he dropped his gaze to trace her veins.
It was meant to intimidate her into showing some respect around the elder but it didn't seem to have the affect he was looking for. Then he allowed his additional senses to operate.
The blood talked to him, calling as it ran through her veins under pale skin.
"One that has no problem ripping out that pretty little throat of yours." He threatened before she stepped out of his hold.
Marie was touched he had called her pretty but hid that. She was no stranger to a hungry vampire and despite her careless attitude, she hadn't been too desperate to test him. There was time for that later, but now she just wanted them on board and willing to kill the frogs for her. It was less of a risk for them as it was for her and until then she needed them.
"Touchy but alright, meet me at the cave after you've." She looked off as if finding the right word, "Drank your fill of whatever or whoever you find."