Blink || The Lost Boys

Don't Stand So Close To Me

"Don't stand so close to me"

Don't Stand So Close to Me by The Police

THAT FIRST NIGHT Sevyn managed to scrape together enough cash for a week-long motel stay and some groceries, but not much else. College student life it was, then: ramen, chocolate, and a pizza delivery once when her stomach screamed for something more.

This obviously wasn't a long-term solution. She needed a steady income and a real place to live, not just for comfort's sake, but also to avoid a certain coven of vampires busting down her door.

She hadn't stepped outside since that first night, but she knew they were after her. Maybe they'd given up by now, assuming her a drifter passing through town for some easy cash. Plausible, perhaps.

Unlikely, but plausible.

Stir-crazy was setting in. There was only so much TV and offline video games a person could handle before the need to get out became overwhelming. It was time to make some money. A deep-seated urge to restart her collection of shiny things gnawed at her.

Sevyn sighed, turning her head towards the window. Sunset. Not ideal for dodging the Lost Boys, but perfect for her line of work. She knew after the recent job that landed her here, relying heavily on her power wasn't the smartest move, but then again, good decisions weren't exactly her forte.

With a huff, she threw herself out of bed and made her way to the other bed, her makeshift wardrobe. She rummaged through the clothes until she found a shirt that sparked a smile.

The charcoal shirt sported bold red varsity lettering that read "Villain Lover." Maybe this would endear her to them, should they catch her tonight.

Saved by a T-shirt.

She snorted, half-laughing, pairing the shirt with distressed cut-off shorts and combat boots. Two of the three dragons tattooed on her skin peeked out: one clinging to her left thigh, the other to her right arm, their upper halves hidden by her clothes.

She considered dragons her spirit animal - hoarders of treasure. It stung to think of all the treasures she'd been forced to pawn back home. She was a fully grown woman, and yet she wanted to throw a tantrum. She was dangerously close to doing so if she didn't score something shiny tonight.

With her mostly empty bag, she grabbed her room key and blinked, reappearing near the boardwalk.

A good feeling settled over Sevyn. Despite her current situation, luck usually favored her, and she trusted her gut. Was this luck something extra, or just plain luck? If it was the latter, it was bound to run out eventually.

Let's hope it's an extra.

Two hours later, she strolled down the boardwalk, fifty dollars richer - along with a watch and a couple rings. Whistling a tune, she ambled through the crowd, when she considered pulling a Michael and buying herself a jacket.

God, she hadn't even met them yet, and she was already pandering? Not a good look, Sevyn. Not at all.

She stood before a store displaying a simple black leather jacket. It wasn't as cool as theirs, but more her style.

Suddenly, a deep voice startled her.

"Actually going to buy it, or is it going to 'disappear' into your bag?"

Sevyn squeaked and jumped, startled by the voice. Her eyes widened at the bare chest in front of her before traveling upwards to meet Dwayne's amused gaze.

The pink-haired girl stared at him speechlessly for a full thirty seconds, not blinking. His eyebrows furrowed in concern. He waved a hand in front of her face until she seemed to snap out of it.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his gaze intense.

He grudgingly admitted to himself that she smelled incredible. He craved taking a bite and draining her, but knew getting information out of her was their priority. David sent him because the girl seemed skittish, and he had a better chance of not overwhelming her.

It took another shaky breath before she spoke. "Sometimes I glitch and freeze up. At least I didn't cackle like last time," she trailed off, her voice soft and melodic. He imagined her laugh tinkling like bells.

He wanted to hear it.

All Sevyn wanted to do was bolt. Stuck in front of him, she felt like a rabbit hypnotized by a hungry wolf. And by the look on his face, that's exactly what he was - hungry.

Panic surged through her. Did he possess mind-reading abilities? They were known for their mental powers. She desperately tried to think of nothing, a mantra repeating in her head.

"What's your name?" he asked, edging closer. He forced her to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact. She was significantly shorter, making her an odd mix of adorable and alluring.

"Nothing," she blurted out.

"Your name is Nothing?" He blinked, bewildered.

"No, that's ridiculous! It's Sevyn," she stammered, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"Sevyn, huh?" He repeated her name thoughtfully, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "That's not ridiculous at all." She tried to ignore his raw attractiveness. This was going to be a challenge if she let hormones dictate her actions.

She scoffed, her eyes narrowing. Arms akimbo, she challenged him, "The guy named Dwayne is mocking names? Rich, coming from you."

Dwayne continued to scrutinize her for a long moment before finally speaking. "You know who we are?"

Sevyn flinched, her secret exposed. "I, uh, overheard some things," she stammered, fiddling with the strap of her bag. She peeked up at him, hoping the awkwardness wouldn't give her away.

"Right," he said, a noncommittal sound that left her unsure if he believed her. A beat of silence hung heavy in the air.

"Wanna come meet my brothers?" he asked bluntly. It was clear Dwayne wasn't one for excessive small talk. So far, his interactions consisted solely of questioning and mockery. Seems fitting.

"A lone girl with four guys who look like you lot? No thanks, I've heard that podcast, and it doesn't end well. Not today, Satan," she declined, grabbing the jacket and heading to the register to pay. Thanks to Dwayne's unwelcome attention, stealing it wasn't an option anymore.

He followed her and raised his eyebrow, a silent question hanging in the air.

She sighed, defeated. "Alright, fine," she mumbled, more to herself than to him. A shiver of apprehension ran down her spine, but there was also a spark of excitement that surprised her.

Before she could back out, Dwayne placed a hand on her shoulder, a light touch that spoke more of direction than possessiveness. He guided her swiftly through the throng of people, his movements efficient and silent.

They arrived at the others, and with a shove, Dwayne placed her squarely in the middle of their group. "This is Sevyn," he announced with a smirk.

All four boys leered at her like she was a piece of meat, a gaze that sent shivers down her spine.

AN: Hello again everyone! Thanks for sticking with Blink so far. I've almost gotten to the movie in my writing, but I'm not quite there. Maybe in a chapter or two - either way you still have some story to get through until then.

As always, let me know what you think!