Heartbreaker || 80's Imagines

Ordinary World || Marko

The concept of death was odd to Marko. Before he was given the gift of immortality, he worried about the impending doom much like everyone else. Now, it simply felt like a faint memory. He's aware it happens, yet he can't find himself to care about it.

He didn't care about how death infiltrates everyone's lives or how it affected life afterwards. He lived in the moment, it didn't matter, he'll have the chance to live in the moment forever. As long as he had the rest of the boys beside him, he'd live perfectly happy.

The nights prowling through the boardwalk of Santa Carla never seemed dull. The rides went on 24/7, music constantly filled the air, and new faces appeared within the masses. New faces always meant new missing posters within hours later, but the boys couldn't help themselves.

It isn't a crime to feed, is it?

His moment was with his family, riding their motorcycles, and causing terror and chaos during dusk.

Marko, loyal to David, and compared to his vampiric brothers, he might even be even sadistic. He was never concern of change to come, and he'd never expect his moment to alter, but it did.

He regrets it changing, and he's eager for to change back. It wasn't worth the pain he felt.

The moment changed when he laid his eyes on you. It should had been a normal night for him but for some sick reason, you had to standout amongst the million faces at the boardwalk.

It simply didn't make sense. Why? Why was it you?

He wasn't sure what it was either that made him feel drawn towards you. What was intended to happen was for him and the rest to go terrorize Max's store, not find you standing outside of his store.

You wore a leather jacket, with pins and buttons adorning the collars. He was surprised you weren't displaying any signs of being cold, considering you wore a simple white dress along with the jacket; converses adorn your feet.

It just didn't make sense, you weren't idiosyncratic, but another face in the crowd.

"Dude, I get it, she's hot. Probably tasty too." Paul comments crudely, which brings Marko back to reality. They were parked near Max's shop, and David along with Dwayne were probably already inside.

For whatever reason, Marko wasn't too fond of Paul's statement, "I called dibs already, asshole."

"Staring at the chick doesn't mean shit, especially dibs!" Paul retorted, trudging ahead of Marko.

Marko didn't respond, there was no point arguing with that point. He followed the tall blonde, but couldn't tear his eyes away from you.

But before he could make he way through the doors after Paul, you call out to him.

"Hey mister, do you know any great places to eat at? I'm new." You asked, your voice soft spoken and kind.

It surprised him, what had urged you to ask HIM out of all people?

The others were inside terrorizing the old geezer already, and yet he felt compelled to answer your question.

"Uh, there's this great Chinese place towards the end of the boardwalk." He answers, and for once, he tries to be nice rather than mocking and sneering.