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𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 :
THE MYSTERY LIQUID'S NAME 

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     THERE WAS A panic amongst the Lost Boys

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     THERE WAS A panic amongst the Lost Boys. As David followed Sam and the Frog Brothers to the exit of the cave, barely missing them where the sunlight met the rocky floor, the three were left with the bleeding—and unconscious—(F/N).

     Dwayne moved forward, taking the girl who was covered in blood into his arms protectively. "She's bleeding out!" Paul shouted, mostly to alert David who had rushed back to the room after catching the scent of her blood in the air.

Marko responded, "She needs blood!" He looked for the wine bottle, but through his panic, he was struggling to find it in the cluttered cave.

Though they looked at David, he shook his head in defeat, "She needs to fully turn, my blood won't help anymore." He stopped beside the girl, eyeing her unconscious figure in Dwayne's hold. He wished it was his arms holding her comfortingly, but he wouldn't dare take her from the man, not after noticing the glare on his face.

"How long?" Paul questioned, creeping forward along with Marko. How long could they wait before they exacted their revenge? How long until she couldn't wait any longer for blood?

David turned up slowly, nodding his head after examining the wound. He ignored the strong urge to lick the blood that had dripped from it, "We can wait till nightfall."













And once the sun had fallen behind the hills, all the Lost Boys besides Dwayne set out (Paul and Marko wanted to both stay but David didn't trust them to watch over the bleeding girl, and he didn't want to send them out when David knew of the perfect prey). After snatching the perfect prey, they returned to the cave to find Dwayne still holding the girl.

"Wake the princess up," David ordered as he marched into the cave, the two boys behind him dragging the man along.

"Wake up." Dwayne's gruff voice was in her ear.

(F/N) slowly came back to consciousness, feeling warm muscular arms holding her form in a lap. She turned, spotting Dwayne holding her. Extremely flustered, she went to move away from him but found herself sluggish and unable to. She instead, fell back to his chest when he ushered her to with a gentle nudge of his arm.

     It wasn't so bad after all. Besides the blinding pain in her chest, that was.

     She looked up, spotting many eyes around her. David stood closest, then Paul and Marko were further, a figure between them. Once she realized who it was, she froze. "Greg?" (F/N) blinked at the man held down between Paul and Marko.

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