ḾṎᕍ⁅ᖇṈ ℄Ṏv⁅ | The Lost Boys

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⚠️Warnings: Angsty, talk of blood consumption⚠️

I thought the most terrifying moment in my life was behind me. My first, genuine, brush with fear happened when Michael crashed the bike back in Phoenix. There had been so much blood and mangled limbs.

But, as it turned out, that was only a taste of true fear. Now, I experienced it in full.

It started with denial. The boys were joking—obviously. There was no way they were telling the truth. It was ridiculous! Maybe they were trying to scare me off now that they got what they wanted, or perhaps they were just being assholes! Hey, whatever, man, funny joke, now let's be serious.

But their faces were stoic, and they weren't laughing.

Then came numbness. The kind that infected my bloodstream slowly, working its way through my system until I was paralyzed.

Their words sunk in. Their proof, however bizarre, was seeming believable.

Then, I fell. My legs just stopped working, and I collapsed onto the rough floor. I couldn't see; I couldn't hear anything but the roaring in my ears

Something hot, fat tears sped down my cheeks, pouring faster and faster until I was sobbing. I dug my fingers into the rock, pebbles piecing the sensitive flesh between my nails.

This wasn't real. This couldn't be real. I tried to rationalize, but my brain was short-circuiting. The mirror, my reflection.

My lungs constricted painfully. i gasped, taking in as much air as I possibly could, but it wasn't enough. My vision darkened around the edges.

Paul is the most hurt by my reaction. He reaches out, ready to pull me into his arms and soothe my worries. "Baby—"

"No!" I smacked the hand away with as much force as I could muster. "Don't touch me—don't even look at me. You killed me." Tears blurred my vision. "Did you really think that I would want this?!"

David crouched to my level, "Let's calm down."

"Don't—"

"I said calm down." My mouth instantly snapped shut as some sort of compulsion came over me, soothing the torn edges of my anger. "We're going to talk through this. Why are you upset?"

"Because you turned me into a—into a vampire without me knowing. Because you've ripped away any future, I might've had—to start a family, to grow old, to have a life! Because of you, I might never see my family again. How can I be in the same room as them without wanting to kill them! They'll grow old and die, and I'll be frozen like this forever!"

I exhaled heavily. The words had just flown out like word vomit, leaving me drenched in a cold sweat and shaky.

David's face was infuriatingly calm the whole time. He tilts his head, "There it is, the root of the problem."

"No—fuck you! Fuck. You."

He continues like he didn't hear me. "You're afraid to leave your family behind."

My bottom lip quivers. How I wanted to spit in David's face.

"You don't have to," said David. He cups my chin. "We can make them immortal. Michael is already halfway there, like you. All we need to do is change your mother and little brother."

"I can't."

"You can. It's easy. You don't have to be alone. You can have them—and us. We can all live together, one big happy family." David kissed my tears, guiding me to look at him. "You'll never grow old. You'll never die. You can live with those who will love you forever. But you must feed."

"Feed," I echoed. "As in human blood?"

"That's right. It's easy. All you have to do is take one bite, and the rest will come to you with ease. And once you and Michael turn, it will be easier for your Mom and Sam to join as well."

I trembled but fell apart in his arms. David allowed me to fall, wrapping me in his arms, holding me close.

"I don't want to be alone," I sobbed.

"You'll never be alone again," he assured me.