The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)

Imagine #5

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OC: Tal

Character: Marko

Female

Description: 4'11, short blonde hair, blue eyes, bubbly

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It's midnight on the boardwalk, and Tal, a lone runaway, is sitting against the brick wall of Frog's Comics.

The Lost Boys, a group of unruly vampire teenagers, were the kings of the boardwalk when the sun set. Marko, the youngest Lost Boy, only 17 years old, was walking with his brothers down along the length of the stores.

David halts, Marko gives him a quizzical look. His eyes drift towards the figure up against the wall, her body now curled into a ball. Marko looked to David for approval, and he nods back. Dwayne grabs Marko in a bro-hug, and says, "Go get her, man."

Tal looks over towards the approaching Lost Boy who's wearing a patched leather jacket, black jeans, and a very attractive, white muscle shirt. His brothers meet her curious, blue-eyed gaze. Usually their kind was fearsome to the kids of the 80s, but Tal was curious.

At the age of 15, Tal had witnessed her entire family decimated by a whole coven of estranged vamps. For years, she'd been collecting newspapers from all over, and began hunting around the exact vampires who'd killed them. She'd make them pay.

Mr. Brightside blasted through her earphones, music being the only thing keeping her alive.

Marko kneeled down to her level, making eye contact with the young mortal.

"What do you want?" She said, not backing down from the vampire's gaze. Tal knew she couldn't dare mess with these guys for they'd kill her.

"What's your name?" Marko asks, his gloved hand caressing her cheek.

"Who's asking?" Tal retorts back, still refusing eye-contact.

"I asked you first."

"Ugh! My name's Tal. Anything else, vamp?" You say, eyeing his The Outsiders patch.

"How'd you know we were-" You cut him off, pointing to his brothers. "Oh, they're just my friends."

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to Wendigos?"

"No..."

"Piss off, then."

"Sorry, Tal. You're coming with us." Marko picks you up bridal-style, and sets you on his bike. He slides on in front of your small body, and he grabs your hands, slipping them around his waist.

The rest is history, but you all know how it goes.

END

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