Hey guys its me again, i hope you enjoy this segment just as much as i enjoyed writing it, it was my first kill. lol, anyways I don't own the lost boys and blah blah, but i do own Ali and all other original characters and blah blah. I think I covered everything. Enjoy loves!
Dwayne awoke with a smile of anticipation that night as he thought of his bound captive, and though he knew he should hunt before he ventured down into the caverns to see her the temptation was nearly too much to bear… well almost. Dwayne had been alive long enough to know that if he wanted his prisoner alive by the end of the night he must feed, that or have the nagging temptation to drain her constantly in the back of his mind. So he mounted his motorcycle with the others and sped off into the night thinking of blood, murder and the girl he had bound to a bed. Parking his bike at the boardwalk Dwayne turned to the others and mumbled gruffly, " hey I'm gonna hunt then head back kay, I'll see you before dawn in the cave." Paul laughed, "O yea Dwayneie you need to get back to your little plaything huh." Dwayne rolled his eyes at the comment but figuring he had better things to do he decided to let that one slide as he began his search for a suitable meal, he found one almost instantly.
Roger Morre was only forty-three but the years of alcohol abuse made him appear much older, he had just been kicked out of Moe's tavern by the bartender Lou. "Hey Lou, come on just one more," Roger pleaded. "Nope. Sorry Rog but the way your acting in there is scaring away the customers. Why don't you go home and sleep it off, come back tomorrow, kay." Lou responded. Roger didn't respond he just flipped him the bird and made his way to the ally that ran alongside the bar, that's where he met up with Dwayne. Thinking that he was going to try to rob him Roger reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his father's old Swiss army knife, Dwayne chuckled at that, "poor pathetic human thinks that that little knife is going to save him from me," he thought. Following the old drunk slowly at first then faster and faster until he was directly behind him, "going somewhere pops?" Dwayne sneered. "I don't believe that's any of your business sonny. Now unless you want trouble I suggest you back the hell off." Roger slurred. Dwayne smiled at this before grabbing Roger by the shoulders spinning him around to look him in the eyes and slamming him into the nearest wall, "you see pops the funny thing is I am looking for some trouble," Dwayne laughed. Roger was scared now sure he wasn't old but he was no spring chicken either he'd have a hell of a time fighting this kid off but whether it was the alcohol or the adrenaline talking he pulled out his knife and said, "look son I don't want no trouble now how abouts you let this old man alone so he can sleep off his buzz or I'm gonna hafta kick your ass for trying to mess with me asshole!" Dwayne laughed for a second before looking away, when he looked back at Roger his eyes had changed from deep brown to brilliant gold, his nose had scrunched up and his incisors had grown into two long fangs still laughing Dwayne said, "really now." Roger drew in a deep breath and prepared himself to scream but was cut short by his larynx being torn open by a ravaging vampire.
Clutching the body in his clawed feet Dwayne flew up high into the cloudy night sky to dispose of the body over the ocean, landing back in the ally Dwayne set off toward his bike. Zooming down the dirt road toward the cave Dwayne thought of the young girl he had captive with anticipation, it had been a long time since he had had some amusement in his life too long he thought but that would all change tonight. The excitement in him grew as he made his way into the cave, he thought about making her scream and cry and plead as he had his fun with her, knowing only he would decide when the 'fun' would be over. She was just beginning to stir when he arrived in the cavern, wanting to see what she would do when she awoke he flew up into a ledge about twenty feet into the air. She sat up on the bed rubbing her eyes, when she removed her hands the look on her face was more of bewilderment rather than fear at first at least, fear came up when she realized that she couldn't get off of the bed and that she was alone trapped in the dark. He smiled when she began struggling, "you're not going anywhere my pet," he thought to himself. It wasn't long before she gave up the struggle however; Dwayne was very accomplished at tying complex knots that most would struggle with in perfect light so her being in total darkness made the task of undoing her bindings nearly impossible. He watched as she pulled the thin sweater she wore around her tighter which was understandable considering the caves temperature was normally around sixty-three degrees she had to be cold. She was quiet then for awhile and Dwayne was just about ready to leave his perch and let his prisoner know of his presence that was until she starting singing, singing for Christ's sakes, there had to be something off with this girl he thought. However he thought her choice of song couldn't be more appropriate, he listened as she sang out, "It seems no one can help me now, I'm in too deep there's no way out, this time I have really let myself astray," as she sang she began to cry. He flew down silently as she sang landing about a foot away from her he waited for the perfect opportunity to scare her, that opportunity came just seconds later as he heard her whisper, "Lord please help me." Leaning into her he growled, "no one can help you now little one," and he laughed a deep laugh as she began to scream.
Hoped you loved it, reviews are always welcome and enjoyed. Btw the song in this chapter is Runaway Train by Soul Asylum a totally awsome band. Love ya all, I'll update as soon as i can.
Vana