Imagines [Book Three]

The Lost Boys

Imagine wandering into Santa Carla because you felt a pull there. You're not sure why you're being pulled there and it's not until you meet some vampires that it all starts to make sense.

Warnings: F slur word. It's used only ONCE. And violence. I mean.. they're vampires. Of course there's going to be violence.

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Normally you'd steer clear of populated cities, only popping in when the urge to walk on two feet hit you. For years you've been on your own, making your home wherever you could and then moving on weeks later after you've hunted and thinned out the animal population. But Santa Carla is far from any place you can comfortably make a home, so you're more than surprised to find yourself walking among wary locals with a feeling that you're missing something.

Daytime Santa Carla is like any other town you've visited, just a lot more foot traffic given the tourist trap that everyone knows as the boardwalk. And normally you wouldn't care about your appearance- hell, you could pass as a punk local yourself with your worn clothing- but the longer you're here the more the urge to shower and get into clean clothes overcomes you.

Eventually you dish out some cash you usually keep on you in case of emergencies for an outfit from the thrift store, and then wander around the boardwalk yourself until you find a place to shower. You haven't bathed properly in months, so afterward you feel so refreshed that you end up treating yourself to a double cheeseburger and fries.

By the time the sun's gone down and the boardwalk has come to life, you're feeling quite restless. You find yourself walking up and down the boardwalk, searching the crowd for something or someone. The screams of the people on the rides make you uneasy and after the third round of walking you've decided to take a seat and gather yourself. You end up at an abandoned table, arms resting atop it as your right knee bounces anxiously underneath. One moment you're scanning the crowd and the next two individuals are plopping down across from you.

"Well if it isn't a wee little mutt," the Twisted Sister reject muses. "Lost, pup?" His companion snickers, mouth half hidden behind his closed fist as he chews on his thumb nail.

Your hackles momentarily rise, a growl vibrating in the back of your throat after a quick sniff tells you exactly what is sitting across from you. But not wanting any trouble, you swallow it all back down and force yourself to calm down. "Vampires," you acknowledge them with a terse nod.

They both smile. "What are you doing on our turf, dog?"

Your eyes narrow at the one who's doing all the talking, but you manage to keep your temper in check. "I was just supposed to be passing by, but when I got further away I noticed I had this anxious feeling that wouldn't go away until I backtracked. I felt compelled to come back here, so here I am trying to figure out what the hell is going on so I can be on my way again."

"Compelled?" The curly haired vampire wonders, sitting a little taller and casting his companion a quick look. "Compelled to do what?"

"I don't know." Your gaze darts between the two of them a they have a silent conversation. They know something. "But as soon as I figure it out, I'll be on my way. No need to get your panties in a twist."

The straight haired blonde snorts. "That's assuming he's wearing any."

Unwillingly your lips twitch in amusement and the two vampires shove at each other playfully, but all too quickly their attention is quick to turn back on you. "So if you're not here to give us shit, you still need to meet David. He doesn't like newcomers lurking on his turf without an introduction."