𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 ║𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

[Summary] You survived your fall with your life intact, but now you're questioning whether you can trust your memories.

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David watched you roll like a ball down the steep hill. He could hear your bones snap and your flesh tear as the union of ground and gravity pulverized your fragile body.

He had no choice but to push you. It had to be done so the six of you could be together for Christmas.

He and the boys would make it up to you. They always did when they got a little too rough. Flowers and breakfast in bed would be in order - like when they fucked you too hard, causing you to be too sore to get out of bed.

He'd arrange everything tonight, plus anything else you'd need after you were patched up.

Flipping back the lid and giving his new Zippo a flick, David summoned a robust flame, lighting his cigarette.

Gravity decided it was no longer interested in punishing you, so your body slowed to a stop, crashing against the cruel earth.

David silently watched you sob, calling for him to come to your aid. His eyes met yours briefly before you slipped from this realm into the land of unconsciousness, falling limp into the cold mud.

After crushing his cigarette under his heel, he took flight, leaving his perch on the hill to land next to you. The wind howled with his movements, a sound resembling a banshee wailing.

David looked down at you, surveying your condition as the squealing of bats could be heard. Within moments, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko were by his side, their bodies twisting and contorting to a symphony of inhuman pops of bone until they returned to human form.

"Was that necessary?" Dwayne questioned, challenging his brother as he stooped down to gather your crumpled body into his arms.

"No mercy, remember?" David reminded his brother as he brushed your mud-soaked hair from your forehead.

"That fall could have killed her," Dwayne argued.

"But it didn't," David retorted, stroking your cheek. "She's strong. She can take it; that's one of the reasons why I chose her."

"You didn't have to be so reckless," Dwayne scolded, refusing to back down.

David scoffed. "Don't be a boy scout, Dwayne. Behind Marko, you're just as brutal and bloodthirsty as I am, and you enjoy it."

"Yeah, don't go soft on us now, Dwayne," Marko jabbed as he ran a finger over one of your bloody wounds, pulling back to pop the digit into his mouth. He nearly shivered at the taste - your signature flavor laced with succulent fear.

"We've done much worse over the last century, Bud," Paul replied with a snicker.

"Mhmm, remember Elizabeth in 47?" The curly-haired blond reminded the brunette with a smirk. "You're the one that tore her in half. Thanks to you, she became famous after all."

Dwayne chuckled darkly, his baritone voice rumbling sinisterly in his muscled chest. "I know what I'm capable of, boys," the brunette replied coolly.

"My bloodlust will never falter; I'm just thinking about our future. We can't spend eternity with our girl if we kill her by accident," he rationalized as he protectively cradled you to his chest.

The agreement was no mercy, but this incident gave him pause. He was more than happy to aid in molding you to their liking, but if you had broken your neck, their plans would have died with you, and Laddie would be heartbroken and motherless again.