The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)

Hello My Name Is Judas

Then it all went wrong.

The last shreds of my memory fail me. I was asleep, in the bottomless darkness where we spend our days as vampires. Perched upside down from the pipes and wooden cross beams, safe out of harms way. 

Unless you knew where to strike us. 

I felt the sharpened wood pierce the direct center of Marko's heart. Felt his once-immortal self crumble and begin to decay, spewing his un-life from the wound in great gushes, speeding him towards eternal damnation. 

He was unable to scream. We screamed for him. 

Roaring. Confusion. Utter chaos. Paul and Dwayne screamed for Marko, screaming his pain and his fear out so loudly it echoed in great swirls around us. 

I roared.

I roared for the loss, the pain, the anger. At myself for the utter betrayal of my close friend. No one deserved such pain. Especially Marko.

But I had put him there. Me.

Tipping my head up as I roar, my eyes focus through the vampiric sight. Three heartbeats, rapid pulses. The Frog Brothers! And one more boy with them, the most scared, Sam Emerson. Marko's corpse dropped on top of them, no longer able to hold onto wooden beam. He writhed in agony, coating and soaking the three teenage boys in his earthly remains. 

I could fix this. I'd done exactly what I'd been told to. Marko was dead and the place for Michael secured. Max wouldn't ever have to know if there were a few more casualties.

I drop, executing a mid-air roll and land on my toes, springing up like a lion ambushing its prey. I roar louder, right in the face of Marko's killer. They ran.

I like chasing my meals.

The Frogs retreat up the tunnel towards the main cave. Trailing behind is the blonde boy. Sam, Michael's brother. 

Streaking up the tunnel in a blur, I grab his ankle and yank. He screams as I pull him down towards me, towards my fangs, towards his death. 

"Hi!" I manage, so overcome with the killing nature of my internal beast.  "Here's Johnny!"