Imagines [Book Three]

The Lost Boys [Gen Fic X Reader]

Imagine fleeing from your Creator and ending up in Santa Carla. You run into a few individuals who make your skin crawl, but they're nowhere nearly as bad as your Creator. And speaking of, it's only a matter of time before he catches up.

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The nightlife in Santa Carla is unlike anything you've seen. Wherein the daytime every fault the ocean-side town has is on display, the night time masks it all and makes the town appear beautiful. But then again, the boardwalk is about ninety-nine percent the reason it makes Santa Carla the place to be.

So now walking the boardwalk after a year of being in an abusive relationship, if you could even call it that, you breathe in the various scents and smile as if they're the most beautiful scents you've ever smelt. The salty air, the sweat of humans walking to and fro, the smell of grease from the various fried foods, and the metallic tang of blood. Oh the blood.

The monster inside snarls to be free, especially when you glance around and find the source of blood to be a skinned knee from a nearby teenager. But you're in control, you have to be, so tightly shutting your eyes you swallow down the hiss and head for the nearest bar. Ordering a few shots, then compelling yourself a bottle is all too easy and you take the Whiskey with you to keep the blood lust at bay.

Boots thumping along the wooden planks, your eyes twinkle with all the flashing lights from the boardwalk rides. You bypass all the catcalling and carnies trying to entice you into playing their rigged games, and bypass the carousel and the small roller coaster. Grinning at the various Rock songs you can hear playing from several booths up and down the boardwalk, you walk towards a piercing booth and check out the pictures of what they offer. Those running the booth are busy either trying to make a sell or are already piercing somebody, so you take your time scanning their books.

As you're flipping through the pages, the scent of blood hits your nostrils and you readily take a swig from your Whiskey bottle.

"See something you like?" The words muttered near your ear make you tense, even more so when you feel two figures take up the space on either side of you. "Mind sharing the goods, chica?"

You glance at the speaker, to your left, and subtly narrow your eyes on the wild haired blonde. To your right, another blonde- his curls styled in a mullet- grins at you, chewing on his thumb nail as his elbow rests on the high counter you're standing at. Quickly sizing them up, you realize there's a vibe about them that makes your skin crawl. Whether it's good or bad, you can't quite distinguish it.

Then sighing, you stare at the one who spoke while raising the bottle to your lips to take a slow pull of the liquor. Swallowing, you let the bottle hang loosely at your side. "Pass. I don't feel like catching anything from the riff-raff."

Both men chuckle as you go back to perusing the book, their amusement setting you as ease. "I'm Paul, by the way. And that's my friend Marko."

"Mhm. And I'm sure you're both really fun guys, but I'm not particularly interested." Shutting the book, you push away from the counter and walk away. The boys keep pace with you.

"So you're not getting pierced?" Marko asks. "Bummer. I thought a nose ring would look good on you."

You huff a laugh. "Yeah? Maybe next time. I was just looking to get some ideas of what I might like in the near future." Without prompting, you pass him the bottle. Marko smirks as Paul groans and whines.

"So you'll let him drink, but not me?"

You shrug. "He complimented me."

"You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Now can I have a drink?"