Blink || The Lost Boys

Hungry Like The Wolf

"Mouth is alive with juices like wine"

                    Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran

"SO, I'VE SEEN you around the boardwalk a few times now and I couldn't help but notice you. What do you say? Wanna come back to my place, baby?"

Sevyn stared blankly at the jerk in front of her, clearly surprised by his blatant advances. What was this guy's name again? Jake? Nate? Something forgettable.

She'd just sought some boardwalk excitement after a week cooped up inside when this creep accosted her. His eyes kept darting at the crowd, clearly having waited to see if she was alone tonight – he'd obviously seen her around with the boys. Stuck and uncomfortable, a loud burst of laughter bubbled out of her.

Big mistake. The guy fumed.

Before he could unleash his tirade, another round of laughter erupted behind her. She didn't need to look to know it was the boys witnessing this glorious disaster. Her face, she was sure, was fiery red.

"Dude, I don't think she's interested. Maybe try elsewhere next time," Paul drawled, sauntering up and casually slinging an arm over her shoulder.

Sevyn, still too flustered to respond, leaned into Paul, who squeezed her shoulder in what she recognized as an affectionate reward. Once the fuming guy retreated, the rest of the vampires formed a circle around her.

"You know you're incredibly awkward, right?" Marko teased, nibbling on the thumb of his fingerless glove.

"It's cute," Paul chimed in, planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

"Yeah, cute isn't the word I'd use," Sevyn grumbled, still flushed. "That kind of aggressive come-on just makes me uncomfortable. I'm not great at handling unwanted attempts to get in my pants."

It wasn't that she didn't flirt, but usually only when she was drunk. Sober, her attempts were more likely to land with a thud than getting laid. Even now, she was only just able to flirt back without turning beet-red, and she wasn't exactly nailing it if the looks she got were anything to go by.

"Paul flirts with you all the time," Dwayne pointed out with a smirk.

"That's different," she mumbled, wishing she could disappear. It was different. Paul was... well, Paul was Paul. She wanted him, unlike that other guy, who seemed to have already faded from her memory.

A wave of mocking and self-satisfied laughter washed over them. They reveled in her discomfort. It would seem even her unspoken thoughts weren't safe from them.

Sevyn growled, disentangling herself from Paul and stomping off. The sound only fueled their amusement. She wanted to escape their teasing; yelling would only make it worse.

Before long, the group fell into formation around her, sending an unwelcome – or so she pretended – shiver down her spine. She wondered how they felt about her now with everything exposed. Honestly, she was surprised they didn't have more questions. Not that she had many answers, but still.

"We've got plans for you tonight, babe," Paul said, taking her hand and intertwining their fingers as he led her deeper into the boardwalk.

"That sounds ominous, and I'm not sure I want to be part of them. Did you forget I know what you all are?"

"Not at all. In fact, it makes you more rad. We don't have to pretend anymore," Marko chimed in, appearing beside her and wrapping his arm around her waist.