*releases party streamers, glitter and puts a bit of Star's blood on the random ass altar* Okay, so the only warning in this chappie is that it has cursing and suggestive themes. All of this really is a given, it's M rated so you guys should just know where all of this is going. lol
This isn't too long in the grand scheme of things but I still hope you like it. :)
Colors blurred as Freya's bright green orbs darted around the carousel, searching for the perfect one as the overhead lights shone above her. After weaving through the gold anchored horses, she locked eyes with a black stallion with baby pink bridle around the mouth with brown reins. The saddle was made of purples, pinks and greens; the butt had what looked like pink lace and straps curved around it.
Freya would have sworn she had stars in her eyes, maybe her father pulled a string or too to send a metaphorical beam of light. She smiled as she skipped to it, mine. Only to have to yank a blond haired teen off of it, fully prepared to fight for it with Padfoot growling at her feet. And it seemed the boy was too, until he looked behind Freya and thought better of it. The dark beauty shrugged, brushing it off easily without looking behind her, and climbed on it. She situated both of her legs then to be on one side and traced the designs with a finger, feeling a little childish under the weight of the undead's gaze.
Freya eyeballed them sheepishly, did they really just watch me fight for a metal carnival horse? Shit, they are looking at me like that… aren't they? Maybe they think I'm… childish? Possible, but you know what man? I don't care. In chess, queens move however they feel like, right? She thought cheekily in response to their gaze on her, and it seemed to make all but David snap out of their staring because they moved to find spots around her.
Both Marko and Paul chose horses in front of her, side by side, for what looked like the sole purpose of being able to kick each other. While Dwayne and David moved to sit in a detailed but white booth seat, with Dwayne sat on top of the backboard effortlessly balanced and the latter kicking his feet up to rest his feet on top of the front edge.
David caught her gaze and raised an eyebrow, as if to ask why she was staring. Instead of looking away, Freya held it. After all, Samael was more scary if you made the mistake of waking him up before ten am; a lesson she never quite learned as a child.
These men are really a different breed, though. That was easy to see… but is it a good thing? She thought gently as she eyeballed David, with Dwayne in her periferal, with Paul and Marko's laughter in her ears. Never trust the living, after all.
The ride jolting moved her attention from David to Padfoot, whom she felt jump in response. She smiled gently at him as he calmed and when Freya pulled her gaze up she locked eyes with Paul, who tilted his head at them. "He can sit with us." David offered calmly after a moment and even while knowing that the demonic mark that her mother gave him would make it so anyone who looked in Sirius's mind would see that of a regular animal…
She was still worried.
She shook her head in response, making thoughts that she felt more comfortable with him near since she didn't know them well quite yet. She then pushed a thought passed the veil over her mind. I just met them… what if they hurt him?
"Suit yourself." Dwayne piped up soothingly, trying to ease her worried thoughts even though they were very valid, "You just met us, so maybe next time you'd see that he'd be safe with us."
Maybe… After all, they haven't given me a reason to not trust them yet but do I really wanna give them a chance to? She shook her head, smiling as she gripped the gold, twisted bar with one hand. Freya caught the heated look that Paul gave her and gave a silent laugh before throwing a leg over to straddle the horse and leaned forward to blink, rapidly and dumbly, at him. It earned her a laugh in response. She felt David and Dwayne's eyes on her slightly lifted butt but thought better of mentally voicing it.
After all, she was playing them. Her mama had already given her the rundown of all this mate stuff, including her powers, long before sending her to the past.
Shake, shake, shake! Senora-
Freya shook her head and Paul eyed her outfit over the horse one more time with amusement to play off finishing her thought with a wink, "What are the chances you're gonna 'shake it all the time' for us in the future, Senora?"
Freya was pretty sure she blushed a little at the thought and made a thought form, I don't know about all that yet… shit, I'm blushing. Privately, she wondered if her virginity was showing but she figured it was. No matter how many tries the darkness materialized before her since she was sixteen; out of puberty and right into succubism. It was always the same, four male forms of darkness, each making her like the pain that came with breaking her virginity… only for it to grow right back. Now, as she looks at the men around her, Freya thinks she knows why there were always four.
Marko laughed at Paul's stupidness before kicking him off of his horse, trying to make her feel better about all of it. The action in turn made the blond quickly get up to charge at the curly haired man. …On a moving carousel. She felt like face palming again, instead she scrambled up to eyeball the scene to make sure they weren't hurt.
"Careful." David chimed in, boredly, as Paul yanked Marko off of his horse to play fight him. He really only said something about the dangers because of how she currently felt about it. The fact that she was worried at all was a good thing, it meant that she felt the mating pull as well.
"Aw, David… I didn't know you cared so much." Paul teasingly cooed to his leader before tickling Marko's sides, then he pushed the younger blond into the horse he had been riding.
"Mm, you know I love it when you pin- Ack." Marko's purr was cut off by Paul slapping him upside the head playfully, a warning to take it easy in Freya's presence but she thought it comical and laughed mutely at the display they made.
I wonder if they really understand how hot they are?
Marko grinned darkly at the thought that hit them, before pushing Paul away to move towards them. "May I?" He gestured cheekily to a growling Padfoot and watched silently as she tilted her head, studying him with squinted eyes before nodding. "Awesome." He sang with a tongue out at Paul before bending down to be at level with the hound, sitting on the dirty floor of the still moving carousel without a worry of his clothes. "I consider myself a little more than okay with animals… I have birds."
Birds… I wonder where Hedwig is? Mama didn't ever allow her to stay around Sammy. Probably because he was a psychopath on most days but I digress. Maybe she could send-
"I have pigeons." He looked at her with a smirk, redirecting her thoughts back to him. She gets easily scattered. Well, they are her thoughts so- Though, he was curious as to who exactly Hedwig was. A pet bird, perhaps, since it was brought on by his? Still… He looked back at the mutt that looked almost like a Grim. It was cool looking, not your average breed, even though he had no knowledge of this kind. Maybe a mix of something? To be honest he didn't know what he would do if it was something that would be scared of a running leaf. "Don't eat them."
Padfoot looked away then, kinda looking indignified at the thought and it was comically to watch. …As if he could actually understand them.
A noise sounded in almost no time at all, making everyone get off but Marko stayed where he was, eyeing the dog that just might gain him some respect with Freya. After all, who knows how long the mutt had guided her when they themselves couldn't? They kinda owed it… He held out a hand for the dog, bare and faced up. Waiting, patiently with the kind of patience that the immortal didn't know he possessed, before the mutt finally decided to stop huffing and gently sniff his hand. Marko wondered if he could smell the blood that hit his hands less than an hour ago. However he watched silently as slowly, the dog put his chin on his outstretched palm.
Satisfaction hit him, smugly lording this over his coven mates, as the youthful decided to take a step further and gently rub behind the dog's left ear. Immediately the dog seemed to melt with the action, and Marko made sure that Freya, who still sat upon her beloved horse, got a clear view of all of this.
I wonder if I could just steal this horse when the boardwalk-
No, David amusedly piped up, you cannot just steal a carousel horse.
It wouldn't be just anything, though. Paul chimed in as a counter-argument, After everything we do, why would this be-
I said no.
She likes it, though. David was silent at Marko's plea, but gave him a look that said to drop it. It wasn't every day that Marko did this, if ever, but if it were to ever start - it would be in an effort to spoil their mate.
Can't have her get too spoiled… at least, not too fast.
Marko pouted for a mere moment before changing the subject. "Hey, funnel cake or pizza?" The decision was made for him really, with Freya's eyes sparkling at the mere idea of funnel cake but her stomach growling sounded off.
"How about both?" Dwayne amusedly questioned back in response, helping their mate off of the horse since she didn't seem to want to part with it just yet. Her hand accidentally landed on his bare torso and his nose twitched at the smell of her arousal at the feel of his abs.
Baby likey. Paul purred as he too smelt it, god he couldn't wait to have a taste.
"Sounds good to me... Careful now, Padfoot might get jealous." David smirked a little as a mocking conspiratorial tone came from him. Before make sure Freya saw a little 'light' in his eyes, can't have her give up her 'last unholy fuck' to anyone else besides them after all, and proceeded to playfully drag her away from the damned horse she loved so much. It isn't even real. He felt like facepalming himself but was too dignified to do so.
Padfoot quickly heeled beside her, perfectly trained, and before walking out of the gate Freya stopped to pick up the dragging leash.
Pizza, then funnel cake, it is.
Freya wasn't quite… as prone to violence as her mother would have liked her to be, no matter how completely indifferent she was in the face of Death himself. Being a reapling and transitioning into a succubi for a creature inheritance would do that to you… but even so, Freya wasn't built for violence. Early life in the Dursley's house made her that way, full of rage but no outlet to harness it. So when the smile that was curving her lips as Freya walked into the pizzeria, (only to hear a wolf whistle and a stupid deragatory comment about her being with four guys at the same time), vanished…
In her mind, too pissed at the idiot to hold her thoughts back this time, she pictured the beautiful sight of carving off his dick with a blunt pizza cutter and making his now laughing friends eat his blood as the sauce on their pepperoni pizza. Giggling at their gagging reactions to the taste while…
The one in front of her - Marko, her mind supplied as she felt the patches against her when she walked into him - paused abruptly in surprise and turned around to look at her with wide, appreciative eyes. Maybe it was the fact that he, they, didn't expect such a thought from her surface thoughts. Behind her, one of the guys held her close and the feeling of a jacket at her back and soft long hair touching at her told her it was Dwayne.
Sexist, idiotic bastard. Yes, it's a hot imaginative but 1.) I'm still a virgin and 2.) He is just trying to start shit because his probably two inch dick can't even make it tickle.
Paul snorted loudly then, laughing along with the others and surf nazi's took immediate offense… like a bunch of losers that they were. Padfoot growled darkly at the advancing freaks, getting an appraising look from David, before he snapped his teeth at the surfing leader. Interesting, David thought to himself. The word echoed into the minds of his pack, and not so weirdly enough he hadn't been the only one that was wondering if the mutt could protect her.
Well… I guess he can stay. David outwardly rolled his eyes at the celebratory shouts that followed his thought, but did so because one could also take it in reaction to the macho act that the surf bitches were pulling. Freya will be happy for it.
How are we going to get this mutt on a bike? Paul mentally threw out, not realizing how easy it would be, and before the guys could respond-
Dinner and a show. The "human's" amused thought came to them easily as the surf nazi's got up from their seats with irate expressions, her thoughts echoing as if they were being broadcasted on a wavelength that all the boys were tuned into. How… charming. Opposite to what most girls would have done in her situation, which was going to try and break it up, Freya sat in a nearby chair to observe the confrontation that was probably about to take place.
Let's see if they can take care of themselves, mama always did want someone or someones for me that were a bit… chaotic, to say the least. So… who would be 'kicked off the boat' first? Completely disregarding The Lost Boys, a title that they had fun with on the way over, Freya eyed the Surf Nazis with a critial eye and no small amount of disgust. The fact that she did so, made something in her mates swell with pride as they were happy with being ignored in this circumstance. Probably the idiot that led the charge. Not because he was the stockist one. Oh no, but because I can practically smell his fragile masculinity - along with his annoyance and body odor - from here. After all, what kind of douchewad proudly calls themselves something that has the word 'Nazi' in it?
The one that she suspected was ironically the one that saw Marko's haunting grin and swung. The shorter blond simply leaned his upper body back casually, only for David to kick the surfer's left thigh hard with what could have only been an expression of boredom. The man crumbled immediately with shouts of pain. Smooth, that kinda looked like it hurt. She thought amusedly as the remaining steroid freaks reached for the boys, and there was something like a tug-a-war going on, before it was broken up by the security guard. She listened as he tried to make all the boys get off of the boardwalk, which funnily enough was perfectly toned with an empty threat.
Definitely an empty threat… wonder how many times this one told the boys that. Probably too many to count, sad that the boys couldn't play more. The security guard, a heavy set man with dark hair, eyeballed her suspiciously but when he caught sight of Padfoot he left her alone with a sympathetic gaze. She mentally grimst as she got up to order some pizza to go, which was a hassle in itself with being mute and these people not trained in sign language. Sometimes, not all but sometimes, I hate the Dursleys all over again.
She ended up getting two large four meat pizzas to go but on her way out, snagged a pizza cutter off a preoccupied table just in case. She opened up the door for Padfoot first, then followed soon after.
Only to come to the sight of the boys lounging on their bikes, staring at her with expressive eyes and borderline bloodthirsty grins.
"Hey babe." Paul snickered at whatever was on her expression, ignoring the thoughts from Marko wondering who the 'Dursleys' were and how to get her to talk about it without letting her know they can read her surface thoughts.
It would be easier if we just bonded with her, then we would be able to-
"Need a ride?" The wild haired blond continued with a leeching grin, making his bike rumble dramatically to get a smile from her, making it clear he wasn't exactly talking about the bike but implied it to make her feel more comfortable. All because I am a virgin, doesn't quite mean I'm that innocent. He ignored her thought since it wasn't meant for him and proceeded to thank her for getting the pizza.
"Yeah, dear old… what's his face?" Marko asked curiously to the boys about the security guard, dropping the subject for now to be focused on the present.
"Vernon." David sneered, pausing momentarily when he saw Freya stiffened abruptly at the name before uncoiling herself just as easily. Obviously not wanting to draw attention to it, though unknown to her they were thankfully too observant for that. …What did this Vernon Dursley do to you? Tell me, Little one. Why was her mind completely blank right now? It was if she didn't want to even think about it… David continued on all the same. "Beasley, he keeps trying to introduce himself to the tourists if they ever need anything."
"Kiss ass." Marko twisted his lips in annoyance, his voice taking on an ever so slight accent that made Freya wonder where he was originally from.
How weird is it that this security guard should die just for being an asshole and the embarrassment that comes with being a Vernon? It's weird, right? I mean, he didn't pick his name but he does choose to be a dick… but is that enough to be killed? I mean, I'm not exactly a moral freaking saint but people would regard this as-
Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of Padfoot barking once before jumping on the back of Marko's bike, paws securely on the immortal's shoulders. The blond blinked before looking at Freya with a raised eyebrow, as if questioning how he knew to do that. It was apparent by the excited panting that he really liked bikes.
Freya in turn shrugged and gave a smile. Padfoot always did like his bikes, didn't he? She then grabbed at David's outstretched hand with only a second of hesitation. "How about we get that funnel cake and head to our place, hm? You and the mutt-" Here Padfoot huffed loudly in response and earned looks, "would like it."
"Be careful with the patches." Marko groaned at Padfoot on the off chance that he could understand, since the mutt clearly liked him best now. Fucking fabulous, looks like I'm going to loose one or two just on the way there. He hereby ignored the teasing that greeted his thoughts.
Freya blinked, swallowed and brought herself the effort to nod. Immediately, the four gave exclamations and David used this to pull her onto his bike. "Letting you know now, little one, hold on tight."
Little one? Freya questioned once, with the confliction of both embarrassment in her shorter height and heat at such a term. She grabbed at him, making the icy blond tutt before quickly readjusting her grip. And that was the only warning she got before David pushed off with a curving smile, the others whooping behind them in response.
When they arrived at the funnel cake stand, the girl felt as if she would need to attempt to flatten her hair. Surely it was messier than usual, due to how fast David went and she now understood why she was given the warning. However, as the adrenaline surged through her veins, Freya couldn't help but love the speed. Love how it seemed like the boys playfully raced each other even though the stand wasn't far away from where they started, how they were wild and carefree.
It was fun and a part of Freya felt like giggling, even though no sound would actually come forth. Staring sideways at Marko's own grin, she eyed the pair next to her with one of her own. Padfoot wiggled on the seat, his tail wagging lightly in response and it was then that Freya noticed how close to the front Marko was sitting. Clearly in an effort to make room for Padfoot, Freya thought with warmth radiating off each word.
"He's actually pretty good on a bike." Marko threw out, kinda astonished at the prospect of the mutt's claws not tearing into the jacket or ripping the patches at the speed they had been going. Wonder how she trained him-
She offered up a smile in response before looking around at the boys… only to realize one was missing, where's-
"Dwayne went to go get Laddie. He'll be back soon." David offered up an explanation, but it also brought other questions. "Let's get you some funnel cake." The redirection was obvious but just imagining the deep fried, white powdered magic that was funnel cake had Freya scrambling to get off of the bike. Paul smirked cheekily at her and acted after David had her stay by the bikes so he could get the treat, pulling her closer to him. The wild blond smelled of the expensive kind of weed, musk and leather; the scents assaulting her nose as he pulled her to sit facing him on his bike. He smelled like a stoner that would be able to gently dominate and subspace her just to prove he could.
Paul tilted his head to the right before placing a quick kiss on her cheek, smirking light as her heartrate picked up at his actions and he twirled a finger in her hair teasingly. Padfoot growled in response but Marko immediately quieted him with an ear scratch.
It is but a scratch! Freya's geeky mind immediately burst out, falling onto the Monty Python quote before Paul gently pulled on the hair he twisted with a smile at his lips. Her head tilted to her right to mimic the opposite of Paul's and just before he could do anything that both of them wanted, a rumbling of a bike sounded close to them. Pulling herself to the surface, very much aware but feeling a little fuzzy around the edges, Freya took note of Dwayne's now familiar face. Another one, little and dirt stained, popped up over his left shoulder.
Must be Laddie? Freya smiled as she waved at the kid, taking note that Paul pulled his hand back but made no move to give her space. The poor kid desperately needs a bath… seriously. Wonder if I can get away with having him over and giving him one-
"This is Laddie." Dwayne smiled at her with something akin to approval, before turning to Laddie, "This is-" Catching his eye as he respectfully stalled at her name, Freya signed it and was surprised that he understood.
He knows sign language? …Wowie.
Laddie seemed shy but with hopeful glints in those eyes, almost as if he wanted Freya to love him or something. That's it. I'm officially adopting the munchkin. Freya smiled softly at the kid before Paul killed the silence that resounded after his coven brother spoke her name, "Yo! Where did you find the munchkin this time?"
Munchkin?
Dwayne glared at Paul, who turned a little sheepish, before growling out an answer. "By the ferris wheel, by himself."
"Where the fuck was Star?" Marko spoke up grumpily as he finally stopped scratching Padfoot, annoyed by the fact that they couldn't kill her yet.
Star? Was he high, there are a lotttt of stars up-
Dwayne laughed gently at the confusion that must have been on her face before pipping up, "Star lives with us and watches Laddie. …Like a live-in babysitter."
"Who nobody wants around." Paul added sassily, with Marko nodding in agreement.
"Star is nice but.. she always… ditches me." Laddie spoke softly, and it made Freya realize how close he had gotten to her. "The boys don't like it." His tone was still underlined with the kind of sadness that broke the black hole she sometimes called a heart, like his wish for this Star to like him died out. He couldn't have been more than… what, ten? And with Santa Carla as dangerous with the murders as it was… it made her want to cuss.
Who the fuck would let a kid-
Freya's lips twisted in disgust. Before even meeting her, this Star chick already pissed her off; it didn't matter how nice she was. Which was very dangerous for her, because it made Freya almost… hungry.
"Funnel cake, anyone?" David purred the question, holding two plates of the treat, and Laddie's eyes lit up in response. The woman released a silent sigh, signing thank you with one hand while never taking her eyes off of the kid next to her.
He deserved better than Star, she decided, He deserved better than all of them. And I still may want to rip Star's goddamn hair out for leaving him alone, while anything could happen to him. But how do I help him when I can't speak? How do I convey that I want go and do things with him when-
"Eat." David demanded of her, his icy orbs willing her not to worry and they watched as she grabbed one of the plates.
Watched as she ate cautiously, mentally cursing her 'vocal cord paralysis' as she choked on the food and they equally wanted to know what happened to cause her to be that way. How she worried about what they thought of her in response so they purposefully said nothing of it.
Watched as she offered the plate to Laddie, who smiled through a dirty face that made her heart break and the boys want to clean him up in the ocean as soon as they got back home.
Watched with worry… but there was also a sense of contentment there. Knowing that despite the mystery that shrouded Freya herself, they felt complete for the first time in forever.
David gently pulled her off of Paul's bike before passing the pizza to him, "Let's go." His voice was almost… different, like he still demanded he be listened to but it had a softer edge to it. Like the knowledge of what was keeping her from speaking actually gave him numerous of unholy fucks… and Freya didn't know what to think about that but-
Don't tell me he's going soft. She indirectly teased him and almost immediately felt his grip on her tighten in response. Mm, She gave as he yanked her onto his bike, turned it on and this time barely waited until she was situated before driving off as quickly as it could go.
Freya couldn't help but let a curving smile dominate her lips as she pressed it into left his leather shoulder.
Now, that's more like it.
Behind them and not moving from the funnel cake stand, Paul checked the pizza before letting out a loud laugh at seeing the pizza cutter. Laddie moved quickly to latch onto Dwayne's back, eager to chase after the silent woman that would be his coven mother. She definitely would be better than Star, at least.
Marko blinked as the mental picture of the pizza cutter registered to move away from both his bike and Padfoot to see for himself, laughing with Paul as he caught eye of it. Little bloodthirsty thing isn't all that innocent after all. "She's absolutely perfect."
And through the mental link, all of them couldn't help but agree with his statement.
"Let's go catch up with your mommy." Marko uttered babily as he turned to scratch underneath Padfoot's chin.
You really are gonna go all out to make him like you, huh?
"Yup." Marko answered out loud with a laugh to Paul before kicking him once more and followed after them quickly. With a look of contempt, Dwayne shook his head at Paul before darting away as well with Laddie waved his fingers cheekily in response.
The action leaving the wild haired immortal with both pizza and cuss words on his lips, making Paul plot his revenge as he drove after them. Such disrespect will not be tolerated, after all.
…Ta da? This is what I gots so I hope you like it. Some of the readers were asking about Freya, there ya go. She's not dumb (she's actually pretty smart and acting like she doesn't know about them) but she literally can't make any sounds. Well, as of right now, since vamp blood would heal it up… It's not happening yet but it will happen.