Author's note: Ever seen Bedknobs and Broomsticks? Partially inspired this dream sequence, I think.
The birds were roosting together in the lobby, huddled as if terrified of something lurking there. Marko tore into the room, hovering towards them to inspect his little pets. They didn't normally act like this. He'd gone through several generations of pigeons and doves by now, breeding, training...by now, they generally sought his company whenever he made his appearance in the early evenings before heading out with the boys.
"Gravedirt? Zombie? Patricia?" Marko reached for his three favorites, and they immediately recoiled at his touch, flying down and out of the entrance to the cave, maybe never to be seen again.
"...the fuck..." He mouthed the words, confused.
"They're afraid of you, Marko," an all too familiar voice called out from below. His eyebrows shot up considerably, and he descended to the ground to spin around and find himself face to face with none other than Star. And she looked normal. Absolutely fine.
"What're you doing out of your playroom, angel face?" He asked, smoothing out his expression and taking on a playful smile. Marko, and all of the Lost Boys, were rarely...if ever...scared.
"You mean my prison?" Star frowned, stepping even closer to him and pressing a hand to Marko's chest, looking down to examine and pluck at the lapels of his jacket. "I wanted to stretch my legs..."
She tossed her hair back and let her frown melt into a flirtatious smile, quite unlike anything she'd ever shown him before. Not that he minded. Tits were tits, no matter the source.
"Don't you like to stretch, Marko?" Star bit at her bottom lip, licking it after she asked him.
He rubbed at his eyes and laughed, "Shit, Paul...what did you put in that weed?" he half-expected Star to disappear at any moment if he just rubbed his eyes hard enough.
"Hey, pay attention to me!" Star feigned a pout, and pulled her hand away, stepping back from him to reach towards the thin straps of her cotton tank top and slide them down.
Marko's lips twitched. Who gave a fuck why she was talking now? Their little Lost Girl was finally learning to have a bit of fun! And all it took was a couple of days as a ravenous monster in a subterranean hotel. Who knew? Maybe that's why Michael liked her so much. She had a kinky side she'd never showed the rest of them before...
After Star peeled her shirt down and stepped out of it, along with her skirt, she reached out to pull him back with her towards the couch in the lobby. "Don't tell David or Michael about this, okay? It will be our little secret..." She whispered, pulling him in close for a kiss. Marko nodded, grinning and taking her bottom lip into his to nibble on it. Finally, he was getting some action!
They fell to the couch in a tangle of limbs and fabric, Marko desperately struggling to remove his prized jacket so he could get a little bit more comfortable. He felt a hand pull the last sleeve off for him, and thanked it. That's when the hand crawled up his arm and leaped onto Star's chest.
"...Wh..." Marko stared at it. Dwayne's dismembered, charred arm was crawling downwards to get in on the fun.
"Hey! C'mon, Dwayne!" He snapped, grabbing the arm and trying to toss it across the room, only to feel it latch onto his neck and start to squeeze. This was just like Dwayne's arm, cockblocking him! Not for a moment did Marko even pause to consider how odd that thought was. It had been so long since he'd actually had a dream, the concept of dream logic escaped him. All he knew was this: he hadn't had sex in over a year, there was a willing participant in front of him (with tits) who could take a bit of the rough stuff, and Dwayne's disembodied parts apparently wanted in on the action too.
"Ugh!" Marko struggled with the arm, even as Dwayne's leg hopped up behind him to give him a good kick in the rear, sending him wailing and flailing over the side of the couch while Star silently watched, a secretive smile on her face.
Marko jerked up, finally managing to pry the arm away and toss it across the room, where it landed in the fountain. That was when another leg hopped around the side of the couch...and when he looked up to ask for a little help from Star, he saw her already making out with Paul's cackling skeleton.
"You...ASSHOLES!" He exclaimed, even as he managed to dust himself off and broke into a run to flee from Dwayne's legs as they took off after him. And while he ran, Star watched...a malicious grin plastered on her face. No, she definitely wasn't the sweet girl she used to be. Not at all.
Lucy strode out to the front yard with a tray of iced tea, wearing a floppy sunhat and shades. They boys had finally finished with their yard work, and despite the fact that it was a punishment, she felt they deserved a little break. Edgar was the first to rush forward and snatch a glass from the tray. For a moment, she could have sworn his eyes lingered on her a little longer than was appropriate, but she supposed it had something to do with the poor boy's stunted social skills.
"You're all doing a wonderful job out here, boys. I've never seen dad's yard look so nice!" And it was true. She actually didn't think it possible to make the place look presentable, with all of the crude carvings and sculptures littering the property. But there was something to be said for hard work.
"Thanks mom," Sam replied, grabbing a glass of tea and taking a long drink from it.
"Oh, Sam...your girlfriend called. The one with that cute little hairstyle," Lucy beamed at him as she handed the last glass of tea to Alan and folded her tray under her arm.
Sam paled, lowering his glass and licking his lips. "Uh...what...what did she say?"
"I didn't really catch much of it...I think she said something about your cards. When you boys finish up around the house, you can call her back." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, ruffling his hair, before she headed back inside. Edgar watched her go, and Alan just watched Sam.
He slapped his face and groaned. Great. Roxanne was back from her uncle's. If his brother hadn't been kidnapped by bloodsuckers last year, this would definitely be the worst summer of his life.
"Girlfriend? Like...a friend who is a girl, or an actual girlfriend? The kind you bang?" Alan asked, looking at Sam with more than a little surprise etched on his face.
"A girlfriend...Why are you looking at me like that?" Sam scowled, taking another gulp of tea.
"I thought you were gay." Alan replied bluntly. The Frog brothers didn't beat around the bush.
"WHAT?!" Sam blurted, lowering his tea. "So just because I know how to dress, I like to actually wash my hair, and I've actually got some table manners...that makes me gay? Is that what you're saying?"
Alan shook his head. "No. The Rob Lowe poster makes you gay."
If he didn't know for sure that punching Alan in the face right then would probably tick mom off, he would have already done it. Though, Sam did wonder if maybe being gay would make his life a little easier. He wouldn't wish Roxanne on anyone.
"What's wrong with Rob Lowe?" Edgar interrupted their conversation, frowning.
Dwayne shifted in his sleep. It felt oddly...empty on his side of the perch. Cracking his eyes open, he struggled to clear the sleep from his eyes. He knew there were a good six hours or so left of sunlight, judging by how heavy his limbs felt...but...something was wrong. Glancing around, he noticed Paul scratching at his healing wounds in his sleep, David holding Michael in a death grip, and...Marko's spot...was empty.
He looked down towards the ground below, and was relieved to see Marko wasn't lying there in a puddle of his own blood with a stake in his chest. Not that it was even possible anymore, now that they roosted so deep in the cave and so high from the ground...but he was half-awake. And it was a struggle to even think right now. Thorn paced the ballroom floor, looking up at them and whining.
Dwayne squeezed his eyes shut and sighed. Of all the times the damn dog had to let them know about some kind of danger, it had to be in the middle of the god damned day.
"What's wrong, Lassie? Did Marko fall down a well" Dwayne rasped, slowly unlatching his clawed feet from the perch and gliding down to the ground. His flight was shaky, but he didn't have any choice.
Even as he touched his boots to the ground, Thorn was tearing out of the ballroom, sprinting like the devil was on his tail. Technically it was, if you counted Dwayne. He stumbled a few times, his legs almost refusing to work, but as he gradually picked up speed, his brain began to process the danger a bit more. There was no way Thorn would be acting like this if Marko wasn't in some deep shit.
Lo and behold, just as they reached the lobby, Dwayne caught sight of a mane of long curls, as Marko rushed towards the exit of the cave, batting at some unseen force assaulting his back and rear, seemingly unaware of the harsh daylight that awaited him in that direction.
"MARKO!"
But it was already too late, before Dwayne could even reach him, Marko was shrieking, and burying his face in his hands as he began to smoke and sizzle. Thorn and Dwayne sailed towards the wayward Lost Boy to save him from himself.
Even as Dwayne managed to bodily drag his pack mate back into the cave, narrowly avoiding a thick beam of light, he felt his fingers sizzling. Thorn was growling and kept a firm hold on Marko's neck with his jaw, because he was still desperately trying to break from their grips together to get outside.
"What the hell is going on?!" David's groggy, but distressed voice entered Dwayne's thoughts.
"Marko freaked out and tried to off himself," Dwayne replied, stumbling into the couch and keeping his claws dug into Marko's calves as he drug him. He was fast running out of energy to restrain the shorter vampire. He'd already pushed himself to his limits. So he just had to toss Marko onto the couch and collapse on top of him, hoping he'd be able to keep him from wriggling away before the sun went down.
"That little midget better be okay," Paul threatened, as if Dwayne had anything to do with the crazy shit that just unfolded.
"Hnghhgn...Smrrhnn?" Michael tried to join in on their very short discussion, but he was way too tired to even form coherent words. It was just as well. Dwayne was once more fast asleep. And so was Marko...for now. Thorn gradually released the boy's neck from his mouth, licking at the blood that had gotten on his fangs, and whining. Looking after the Lost Boys was far more stressful than Max, of that the hellhound was certain. And he sensed things were not about to get any easier.