"Power Play" //// The Lost Boys Imagines & Preferences - Book 3

Walk Through The Fire

The Emerson property was a war zone.

Sam and the Frogs has devised a plan for the death of your boys and the nightmare from the morning before was unfolding in front of your eyes.

A silver-tipped arrow hit Dwayne in the chest and he flew back into the stereo, the electricity shredding him into pieces.
Your connection to Paul was gone; he'd been melted in holy water. And you watched from the sidelines as Michael threw David against the antlers of his grandfather's taxidermy project. You couldn't stop the angry tears that spilled from your eyes.

While everyone else was distracted by the head vampire, you rushed to David's side and shared your blood with him as you helped him off the horns and healed the gouge just a few inches away from his heart.

"Max is dead." You mumble. "Impaled in the heart by their grandfather."

"Marko will be fine in a few hours. But Paul and Dwayne...they're gone for good." David leans into you as you two sneak away.

"It'll be fine. We've still got each other." You lean in and kiss David as passionately as you can before taking him by the hand and flying. "I love you."