The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)

Imagine #14

Dedicated to @thedancingbitch

Protective David when a Surf Nazi hits on OC

OC: Emmy

"Where're you going, Emmy?" David asks, looking out for his sister.

"David, we're not doing this. I'm not Star, I promise. I won't let random guys hit on me just because they think I'm not strong. Let me go." David stands beside his bike in the front area of the boardwalk while I rant to him about my strengths.

"Fine, go. But if anything happens, you scream."

"Dave, I'll be fine, trust me."

"Just try to not get yourself killed."

"I love you."

"Be back soon."

I wander into the busy crowd, narrowly missing a dog running past me. I run to the comic store where I find peace and serenity on most nights. I can just be myself around the comics and the Frogs. They don't know that I'm a monster.

The bell above the comic store jingles, and all heads turn my way. I stroll in and find the right comic, which just happens to be Vampires Everywhere.

I check out and leave the store with a sense of freedom. I couldn't believe it. I'd gotten through a moment where I didn't tear heads off. Go, me!

I grab a seat by the beach, and suddenly feel a weight on the other side of the bench. A boy around 17 or 18 sits there, fumbling something in his fingers. "So, what are you doing here alone?"

"Who said I was alone?"

"You look lonely. Mind if I join you?"

"Well, the seat isn't exactly open, now is it?" I look up at him, my humor and sarcasm side trying to burst through.

"Want to grab a drink?" He slings his arm around my shoulders.

"No thanks, I'm good."

"Then, do you want to come to a party with me and my gang?"

Wow, he sure was persistent.

"I'm not really a party-type girl. So, I'll pass."

"Come on, babe."

Did he just call me babe? Oh, I'm so not letting this Surf Nazi hit on me.

"Don't ever call me, babe, you hear me? I don't like your kind, nor do I like being called pet names."

"Hey, leave her alone!" David says, intervening before something really bad happens. I could practically feel my fangs lowering out of my gums. I could taste the boy's coppery-but-druggy blood on my tongue.

"What's your problem, man?!" The Surf Nazi pushes David, sending him flying onto the boardwalk stairs.

I try to contain myself, but lose control. David's stare holds me back from killing this innocent kid.

"Let me handle this, David. He's mine."

"You're too young, Emmy. You won't be able to handle it."

"Stop being so protective and let me take him."

"I knew I shouldn't have let you come alone. You're so naive, Emmy. In what world, do you think a Nazi is going to be nice to you?"

"I don't know, Dave. Look, he's running away now. He's mine, let me get him."

"Let's do it together, then. Can't have you running off, and telling the boys what happened tonight. I can't bare to lose you. You're my only sister, and I love you."

"I love you too, David. But now we have a meal to catch."

David and I stalk the Surf Nazi around the boardwalk, corralling him into an alleyway. David bites into him first, then I join him, grabbing onto the Nazi's head and yanking it off. We leave the body in the alley, making a beeline for the exit, and revving the bike back to the cave.