Updated as of 4/8/18
Amethyst felt her face heat up as David gently pushed her down onto the bed so he hovered over her; their lips still locked. His hands slid down from her face to her shoulders then down her arms to her waist. He pulled away from her lips and kissed down her jaw slowly. The second his lips touched her neck she gasped and jerked her head away.
"Stop," she whispered. He stopped and pulled away. David looked down at her for a moment, his eyes unreadable, before he left her, lying there alone and confused.
...
A few hours later, when the sun had fully set, the boys were awake and came into the main cave.
"You awake?" Paul asked as he went over to Amethyst's bed where she lay under the covers, eyes closed.
"Yeah." She sat up slightly as she opened her eyes.
"Alright, so it's Marko's turn to watch you while we go eat later," Paul told her.
"Can I watch?" All four boys turned to her.
"Watch?" Marko asked.
"Yeah. I'll be feeding soon anyway, what's the harm if I watch?" The boys looked uneasy to each other. "I've seen you feed before."
"Yeah but that was years ago," Paul said. "We don't wanna scare you away."
"Aw but I love you guys, you wont ever be able to scare me away." Paul suddenly tackle-hugged her onto the bed.
"Aw we love you too!" he shouted before he kissed her cheek. She giggled slightly as he grinned at her. "Come on let's go!" Paul said as he pulled her up from the bed.
"Let her get dressed first," Marko said with a laugh as he motioned a hand towards the fact that she was only in a tank top and shorts.
"I think she looks fine," Paul argued. Dwayne smacked him lightly upside the head before pulling him by his jacket towards the exit. "Kidding!"
Amethyst and her boys walked onto the boardwalk. She couldn't help but smile as she looked around at the place she called her second home. She glanced at David but he was looking off in another direction. She frowned slightly.
"When do I get to watch you guys?" she asked, the question directed at him. David glanced over at her, briefly.
"Later," he said.
"Why don't I teach you how to ride?" Dwayne offered. She turned to him with a big smile.
"Okay!"
The two of them went off and left the others on the boardwalk while they took Dwayne's bike to an empty section of the parking lot. Dwayne sat behind Amethyst as he taught her how to ride the bike before letting he try to go around the parking lot without falling. She almost fell over twice but Dwayne kept them balanced. He decided she'd need more lessons and would teach her some more later. They went back to the boardwalk and met up with the others.
"Hey let's go play some games." Marko said as he took Amethyst's hand and pulled her to some of the games.
...
Marko ended up winning Amethyst a bracelet with black and white beads and one of those small animal prizes. Soon it was late and the boys were getting hungry.
"We're going to go feed now," David announced as the group walked to the bikes. Amethyst got on the back of Paul's bike.
"Where do you guys.. eat?" Amethyst asked.
"It's always good when we find a beach bonfire party away from the crowd," Paul answered as he looked back at her with a grin.
...
They took off and left the boardwalk heading down the beach, when they got far enough away they found a small group of about 13 having a bonfire. A few guys and girls were dancing around the fire while some were making out on the ground.
"You stay here,." Paul told Amethyst as he and the boys got off the bikes. Amethyst blinked and suddenly the boys were gone. She looked over to the bonfire to see the boys had flown and landed. Amethyst got off Paul's bike and ran closer as the boys attacked.
When she had seen the boys feed by mistake all those years ago she had been further away. Watching the boys feed now, closer, she felt cold. Her breath caught in her dry throat and her eyes widened. When she could finally move she backed up and almost fell backwards. She walked back to the bikes and got back onto Paul's. Amethyst sat there and stared at the bike as she waited for the boys to return. She looked up when she heard them walking over. Paul wiped his mouth and smiled sheepishly.
"I tried to eat a little neater than usual so you wouldn't feel grossed out on the ride back," he said as he got back on his bike. "You okay?" he asked looking back at her. The others were watching her as well, she looked noticeably paler.
"Of course," she answered as she found her voice.
On the way back to the cave she didn't hold on as close to him as she normally would have. Once they were all inside Amethyst went to her bed and the boys went towards their cave.
"D-Dwayne?" she called suddenly. All four boys stopped and three of them looked back. "Could you stay with me for a bit. I-I need to talk to you." The other two boys looked at him confused but left with David while Dwayne walked over to Amethyst.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he sat on the side of the bed.
"Nothing's wrong." He gave her a look. "I-I don't know if I can.." she trailed off but he knew where she was going.
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to."
"I know, but if I don't then I won't be able to stay with you all forever. I just don't want to kill innocent people."
"There are plenty of scumbags out there," he assured her.
"What if I mess up? I don't know how to feed."
"It'll come to you when it's time, don't worry."
"Was it easy for you?"
"Not at first but eventually it became natural. It was instinctive."
"Do you remember your first kill?" she asked as she laid down. He moved over and laid down next to her.
"Yes, very clearly, it was my father. My brother and I grew up without a mother, so I had to take care of us. The man was an abusive drunk.. I came home one night to find my baby brother... smothered by a pillow in his crib." Amethyst couldn't help the gasp that left her lips. "I found my father in the kitchen on the floor with a beer in his hand mumbling about how 'the thing wouldn't stop crying' I had already been a half-vampire for two days... I snapped and killed him." Amethyst frowned and hugged him. He hugged her back with one arm.
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright. I got to help raise you."
"What was your brother's name?"
"Billy." He looked over and saw the sun peeking through into the cave, blocking the way to the inner cave. "The sun's coming up."
"Sorry, I didn't realize the time. I'll move to the couch." Amethyst started to get up.
"Don't be ridiculous," he said as he pulled her back. "You can trust me," he assured her as he pulled her to lie next to him and pulled the blankets over the two of them.
"A-alright," she said laying her head down on the pillow.
The next morning Amethyst woke up cuddled against Dwayne who still had an arm around her waist. She felt her face go warm when she opened her eyes to see his face right in front of hers. She closed her eyes when she heard the others come into the cave. She heard a low whistle.
"So that's where he was, sly dog," Marko teased.
"Tsk tsk. You always gotta watch out for the quiet ones," Paul said. Amethyst almost jumped when Dwayne spoke.
"The sun came up; I couldn't leave."
"Sure," Paul said, he sounded like he was by the fountain. "She just happened to put your arm around her, right?"
"She looked cold."
"Cold smold. You just wanted to hold her," Marko said.
"Maybe." No one responded, then suddenly Dwayne whispered in her ear. "I know you're awake." She opened her eyes. "The blush gives it away," Dwayne teased before he poked her cheek. He chuckled as her cheeks got redder. He pecked her on the forehead before he got up.
"We'll go get your things from Max's tonight," David told her.
They arrived at Max's house later that evening and went inside, following Amethyst to a door that said 'Amy' on it.
"Um, could you guys wait out here?" she asked as she stood in front of the door, blocking the boys from going in.
"Aw come on, it's not like we're gunna go through your laundry," Marko said. "Well maybe Paul," he quietly added.
"Hey." Paul hit Marko's shoulder.
"That's not what I'm worried about," Amethyst said.
"What you leave your room a mess?" Marko asked.
"Uh yeah, just... just wait here a minute," she told them before she quickly went into the room and shut the door behind her. The boys heard the lock click and shared a look of confusion.
Amethyst quickly went around her room and took down all of the sketches and drawings of the boys she had drawn over the years. She put all the papers in a stack and put them under her bed, covering them with her blanket. After tidying up a bit more she walked back over to the door and opened it for them. "Alright," she said. The boys all raised an eyebrow before they went in.
The room was relatively big with a normal full-sized bed, desk, chair, dresser with a mirror on top and a few bookshelves. The walls were navy blue while the carpet was black. All the furniture in the room were a deep dark brown. The knobs of her dresser were black stars and there was a skull lamp on top along with a jewelry box and some makeup. The book shelf was filled with a few shelves of books with the rest being small knickknacks. There was a door for a closet on the other side of the bed next to a small bedside table with an alarm clock on it. There was one window with black curtains drawn. On the desk was a desk lamp, folders and notebooks, some loose paper and many sketching utensils.
"Nice room," Paul commented.
"Thanks."
"Hey, what's this?" Marko asked as he noticed a corner of paper sticking out from under the blanket.
"Don't-" she tried to protest but Marko had already pulled out the paper.
"Whoa this is awesome!" He looked over at Amethyst. "Did you draw this?" She nodded shyly.
"Let me see!" Paul looked over Marko's shoulder. "Hey, it's us! This is amazing, Amy." David and Dwayne walked over to look at it while Paul looked under her bed and got the rest of the papers.
"Whoa, look at all these," Marko said as he took half the pile.
"Hey, I look hot," Paul bragged as he looked at a drawing of him on his bike.
"Wow, you drew my jacket perfectly," Marko complimented. Amethyst was now completely red with embarrassment and was using her hair to hide her face.
"Hey, why are there so many of David?" Paul asked, jealously. David took the pile Paul had been flipping through. He stopped at a picture of him in his chair. He was glaring like in all the other drawings. In the sketches of the others they were grinning or neutral. But all the drawings of David he was glaring at the viewer; glaring at Amethyst. He had never smiled at her; he had always only glared. No wonder she thought he hated her. He looked up from the paper to Amethyst who was sitting her bed, face still red, looking down as she played with her hair. He walked over to her so he was in front of her. She looked up at him.
"You're a good artist," He said as he held out the pile of papers with a small smile.
