Need You Tonight (David Lost Boys x OC)

Blood flowed like wine, red and sickly sweet, intoxicating too, so much more intoxicating than booze, or bud, or even a good fight. Tearing into throats like a wild animal, bent on destruction and sustenance. It wasn't cruel-it was the necessary fulfillment of need. Once the initial ferocious contact had faded from fighting to feeding, it was almost tender, a babe in arms suckling at mother's breast, nipples raw and tender but ever-giving, ever-nurturing. It was in these moments that life felt real, not the monotony of daytime, when sunlight dulled senses to dull white buzzing. In the dark and the chaos everything was simple. There were needs, and there would be satisfaction. There was hunger, and there would be satiety. There were no mindless, pointless bureaucratic rules, or unnatural structures. There was blood, and that was all she needed.

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Tamara wasn't one for affection. She didn't hug, or talk at dinner, or roll dice or flip the board on family game night. She didn't watch MTV with Sam, or keep Micharl company while he fixed his motorcycle. The closest she had gotten to bonding with her mother in the past few years was ask her to grab tampons during her grocery run. Tamara wasn't fond of attachment, it seemed. To those around her she had always been like this, particularly her high school peers, but the other Emerson's had memories of a gentler, more affectionate Tamara. In truth she had never been bubbly, or friendly, or fond of hugs, but she used to talk more, she used to play cards after dinner. But it had been years since that had happened.

A/N: This is a rewrite of an old fic that is currently still up on my page, though it is severely edited. This is the better version