Dwayne
Nightmares kept Dwayne awake. He blamed himself for his brother's death. He still had the feeling of the belt against his back as fault for what he could've fixed.
The normally-broody vampire sifted through his old memory book, wishing he could burnt those that had cheated him. The book was heavy in his hands and he started to cry, his tears a dark red from their recent feed.
Marko found Dwayne in David's throne, his knees pulled up to his chest. They talked for hours and Dwayne ended up going flying till sun-up. His final destination was his brother's grave. He'd been visiting it for twenty years now, and the tears never seemed to stop.
"What happened?" A guy not-too-much older than him questioned, setting down a bouquet of lilies, his brother's favorite, next to a grave and he patted the dirt.
"My brother died three years ago, cancer." Dwayne lied. "You?"
"My brother was also in a fatal car accident and broke his neck. My parents didn't want to keep him on life support. He was in too much pain."
"That's so bad. I'm sorry." Dwayne reached over to hug him, feeling a shock of electricity between them. "Just breathe. It'll all be alright."
The boy was gone, vanished into thin air. What was that?
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The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)
FanfictionI have to make a new book just because my other one ran out of room. The first book is 200 parts. Let's see if we can get this one popular too. Requests are open! I will do smut now.
