Blink || The Lost Boys

Relax

"Nowrelax, don't do it, when you want to go to it" 

                    Relax by Frankie Goes toHollywood

"SEVYN? WHAT KIND of name is that?" Paul chuckled, a grin splitting his face.

Marco chimed in, poking the tip of her nose playfully. "She's cute, like a pixie."

"I think she looks sexy with those librarian glasses," Paul remarked. He gestured to her chest. "Nice shirt, by the way."

She didn't think he was just looking at her shirt.

Sevyn scowled at the two blondes, their laughter grating on her. She'd expected this sort of treatment, but the actual experience of being their center of attention was different.

"More like an angry kitten to me," David crooned, his voice smoky and rough.

"Did you drag me here just to mock me, or is there something you actually need?" Sevyn growled, glaring at David's smirk.

"We wanted to apologize," David said, his gaze intense. "Make sure you were okay after the other night on the beach."

Sevyn tried playing ignorant. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I know what I saw, Sevyn." David plucked the cigarette from behind his ear. Reaching for his matches, he found them missing.

A lit match flared in front of him, igniting the cigarette. Sevyn offered a sheepish smile. "Sorry, bad habit," she said, unconvincingly remorseful.

David snatched his matches back, annoyance flickering in his eyes. "Don't steal from me," he growled. That was going to get old fast if they didn't end up killing her soon.

Taking a drag from his cigarette, the leader continued. "My night vision is excellent. I know I almost hit you. How did you get away so quickly? And where did you come from in the first place?"

Sevyn met David's gaze, feeling the pressure to confess under what she was sure was his vampiric influence. But she held firm, protecting her secrets. She wouldn't give them anything without a fight. Her blunt teeth dimpled her lower lip, the pinch helping to clear her head.

"Obviously, you must have been mistaken," she blurted, earning a loud cackle from Paul. "I wasn't even on the beach."

"Wrong. Try again, Sevyn," David warned, his voice a low rumble. "This time, no lies."

"What are you?" Dwayne inquired from behind her.

"I'm an opportunist and a procurer of things," she taunted. Sevyn went on the defensive, being purposefully obtuse. She might not know how to explain what they saw, but she wouldn't give them anything, not yet.

David's frustration mounted. "You know what we mean. What did you do?"

"I don't know what else you want me to say. I wasn't there, David. If you were as close to me as you said, I wouldn't be here right now. The first time I saw you guys was the other night." She sighed, running a hand through her pink hair.

David wasn't buying it. He'd have to make her tell him, but not here. She already resisted his influence once; he'd pry again soon. If she didn't smell human, he'd have taken her by force and gotten the answers he wanted out of her a different way.

"Come on, we're getting dinner," David declared, more of a command than an invitation. He turned and started walking, not waiting for a response.

"Uh, sure, David. Thanks for the invite," Sevyn muttered to herself sarcastically, thrown off by the abrupt end to the interrogation. Paul, however, caught what she said. He burst out laughing, then slung his arm around her shoulder causing her to jump.