Omg okay I have had this idea for a while now and I just need you all to know: after the whole Emerson ordeal, the boys survived. Lucy takes them in, allowing them to heal inside her house. But with Max gone, the boys realise they need to make money in order to make surviving easier - and to not just rely on easy kills. So, Marko looks for a job, and finds one,
It's an old building, and the store inside has a lot of different things for sale. Homemade art, cups, jewellery, books, antiques. It's a weird mix, but somehow, it works. When Marko walks in, there's a single girl standing behind the counter.
"Days or nights?" She asked, and he frowned - he hadn't asked anything yet. "You're here for a job right. So, days or nights?"
He quickly says nights and can't help but like her attitude. She goes on to explain that every single month, the payment will differ: "We split equally here. Once the rent and electricity are taken care of, everything else is split between us workers. Equal parts. So some months you'll get a hundred, some a thousand. If that's a problem, you better leave."
He doesn't mind - actually quite liking the idea, and after he introduces himself and she does the same, telling him shes called Tara, it's decided that he starts the next night.
Because of his vampirism, he is incredibly good with numbers, and his new boss quickly allows him to do inventory if he wants to.
He starts selling his own art in the store.
Tells the boys that his fellow employees are of limits when it comes to killing.
Sometimes, he would use the store as a hideout if eh forgot about the sun, hiding in the back. Tara would find him and leave him a blanket and a sandwich.
She does tell him that he has to quit using drugs - she believes that that's the reason why he sleeps in the shop sometime.
Things get awkward when Tara asks him to work a dayshift.
Things get more awkward when he walks in one night seeing Tara perform some magic.
"You're a witch?"
"You're a vampire?"
Things get less awkward after that. They actually become good friends.
He actually loves the store, being allowed to do what he wants and allowed to order what he thinks would work with the customers.
Initially, the boys think it's funny that one of them is working, but when they come and visit one night and see what the vibe is in the store, they realise why Marko works there.
He can be found working check out with a cup of blood in hand.
Uses mindtricks on people who try to nick some stuff
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hey love your writing! Could you maybe do 9 and 14 with Dwayne please
9. I thought we were going out for dinner?
14. "I knew from the minute I saw you -" "What?" "That I had to bite you."
I hope you like this!
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"And don't come back until you succeeded!" My dad stood in the doorway, looking at me as I left for the boardwalk. I sighed - it was the same old discussion. The family business. I had to be a part of it, I was part of the family, was I not? And yet, being a part of the family and acting out there commands were to very different things.
Still, even if I didn't think I was ready, I had to try. Maybe tonight I'd succeed. So, even though I didn't like it, I had taken along my knife. And a switchblade. Some razorwire. A bit of ducttape. You know, the usual.
And yet, when I entered the boardwalk, I didn't think about what my family wanted. All I could do was enjoy the sights and sounds, and before I fully realised it, I was in line for the rollercoaster. Riding the carousel, dancing around with the crowd at the concert. I laughed, sang along, screamed - and forgot about the world back home. I danced with many people until one individual stood out from the crowd.
He was tall. Handsome, with a hint of danger around him. He looked at me, and I smiled. Yes. He'd be perfect. He continued to look at me as I danced, and when I moved away from the crowd, he followed.
"Nice moves."
I nodded, smiling. "The music was good." I said before introducing myself.
"Dwayne."
We walked together in silence for a moment when I - and I was certain he did as well - heard my stomach rumble.
"Do you want to get some dinner?" He asked.
"Yeah, that'd be great!" I smiled brightly, my fingers itching. Dinner was indeed great. I could maybe subdue him, ask him to come home with me for more, and then my family would see that I could carry on the family business...
He took me to his bike, a nice model, helped me onto the back and drove off. There was something about the way that he drove, with not a care in the world for speedlimits or trafficrules that made me wonder if he was more dangerous than I thought.
He drove for a while, passing the Santa Carla town border, entering the desert like surroundings of the town.
"I thought we were going out for dinner?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the rumble of the engine.
He chuckled. "We are."
I frowned. Something was off. Carefully, I loosened one of the arms I had around him, moving to grab my knife. I was prepared for anything now.
"Then where are we going?"
"You'll see. It's just a couple of miles out."
"Bullshit! There's nothing here. I'm not some dumb tourist, Dwayne!"
Suddenly, I flew forward, my face pressed against his back. He had stopped driving, stopping in the middle of the desert.
"No?"
"No." I jumped of the bike, my voice calm and collected.
"That's a shame. Tourists are more fun."
I shrugged. I remember my sister saying the same thing.
"Why?"
"They just are."
It was quiet for a moment, both of us staring at the other.
"You know, I knew from the minute I saw you-"
"What?" I asked, sounding unimpressed. I frowned in surprise as I saw his face transform from human to something somewhat demonic.
"That I had to bite you." He was about to run towards me, ready to bite my throat out, when I spoke up.
"Wait, wait, hold up! You kill people too?!"
He stopped. "What do you mean 'too'?"
"It's my family's thing." I shrugged. "You know, killing people. My dad even went so far as eating the meat, but after accidentally eating some brain he doesn't do that anymore."
Dwayne just looked at me, as if I had grown wings.
"And its actually kind of nice, to meet another killer who's not a member of the family? How did you get into it? Were you forced, or was it like an urge you always had or-?"
"Vampirism."
"Oh yeah, that-" I stopped, looking at him. "Wait, for real?"
He nodded.
"Ah, so it was an urge thing then. Oh, speaking off - my grandma always makes sure to collect the blood of our victims? So like, if you ever need to get some emergency blood, you know?"
"Why do you still assume you get out of this alive?"
I smiled. "Because we've been driving some time, and it's -" I checked my watch, "about ten minutes before sunrise. So you can either kill me and burn, or-"
"Or what?"
"Take me home and I will give you some blood."
Dwayne sighed, probably wondering how this happened and why - before nodding. I grinned, pointing him towards the family home, and dragging him inside the second we arrived.
"The basement is sun free. Do you need anything else, besides the blood?"
He shook his head, not saying anything as he went down. I couldn't help but grin as I looked through the fridge for a jar of blood. I might not have made my first kill, but at least I found someone who could maybe help me make my first one.
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