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artaxerxesthegreat · 2 years

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Just Turned Immortal

A/N: So I decided to make a part 2 for 'Happy Birthday, Darling'. I hope you guys like it. It's my first time writing smut in a poly relationship, so this was very interesting to me. I'm also very sorry if it doesn't make sense. Also been dealing with a lot of things in life, so this was written during my hardship with my family (thankfully it's getting better). That being said, I might not have written down all the warnings, so I'm apologizing now.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, Cursing, Violence, SMUT, Not well written, Anal (male receiving), Oral (f & m), hand jobs, the boys being themselves, Marko being a horn ball, fluffy moments, mildly angsty, turning into a vampire, not beta read.

Word count: 6643

(GIF by @whatisgoingonpaul)

Part 1

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Y/N was lost.

Everything was spinning, everything was still, her mind was fuzzy, but it was also clear, her body was on another planet, but she knew she was laying on a couch, unfortunately she was in a place she didn’t recognize.

But worst of all, she was hungover… Or at least she thought she was— it was the only logical explanation she could come up with with how she was feeling at that moment.

The only blessing was that she didn’t feel the need to throw up, the downside was she couldn’t remember where she was or what the hell happened last night. Sitting up, she groans holding her head as her blood starts rushing to the rest of her body, and she’s hit with a huge wave of dizziness.

“Ooooohhh sweet fuck…” Closing her eyes, she lays back down, draping her arm over her eyes, “What happened last night?”

Rubbing her eyes, she tries hard to recall her missing memories.

“Yeah, I got nothing.” Sitting up again, she looks round her surroundings; she’s in a cave.

Cool, new problem: why was she sleeping in a cave?

Why was there a couch?! How’d she even get into a fucking cave? Where the hell was Maria? They were supposed to do something last night… or was it two days ago?

“… What day is it?” Furrowing her brow, Y/N sees her jacket crumpled on the ground and two black jackets haphazardly thrown on a… wheelchair? “Okay, what the actual fuck happened last night, where the hell am I, and where the fuck is Maria?”

Running a hand through her hair, it’s instantly tangled in her bed head of curls, and she groans trying to free her hand; finally freeing her hand, Y/N takes a much-needed breath and tries to think clearly and calmly.

Emphasis on tries.

“Okay, as far as you know you aren’t in any immediate danger, Y/N. Just chill! You’re just in a cave— granted, you don’t remember how you got here, but that’s okay! It’s fine! Just peachy! That’s a-okay!”

It was so far from ‘a-okay’.

“Alright, alright. Just think clearly…clearly… clear—” A flash of a memory comes to her mind; the movie theater. She hurt someone, her cousin got mad, then she got mad, and they parted ways. Maria went home without her, they never got to hang out, she was ditched on her birthday by the only person she considers family. Her only saving grace were four guys that had a reputation for being punks, and low life’s, but from Y/N’s perspective they were anything but.

They didn’t reprimand her for sticking up for herself, they didn’t care about her temper or sassy attitude, they didn’t ditch her…

“Wait a minute…” Y/N looks around the cave again, “Is this… Is this their home?!”

Y/N takes in the scene before her— the surf boards leaning against the cave wall, the tattered couch’s, a few skateboards, a boombox, small piles of clothes in random corners of the cave, blankets and curtains hung from different points in the rock face creating sections— as if marking off different ‘rooms’, a huge record collection, and the graffiti on the walls and ceiling— wait, what? Y/N tilts her head up, following the different graffiti tags with pure confusion, “How’d they do that?”

The sound of laughter and voices echoing around her pulls her attention, the voices seem to swirl around her, making her spin around looking for the boys. A fluttering sound behind has her spin one more time, and she lets out a scream as Marko leans into her space.

“Boo!”

“AH! What the fuck?!” Her fist is drawn back, but never connects with the demon cherub’s face, making him grin widely, “DUDE! Don’t do that, next time I’m letting my fist sail through the air— see if you’ll be laughing then.”

“Yay, Sleeping Beauty’s finally up!” Paul stands behind Y/N placing his arms on her shoulders, hugging her neck, pulling her to his chest, “You sleep a lot.”

“What? No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do.” Marko scoffs as he gently picks up a pigeon, Y/N makes a face at his change in demeanor as he smiles at the bird. The pigeon coos at him bringing a small smile to his face and Y/N tilts her head smiling at Marko with amusement.

Who knew the most conniving and devious of the boys had a soft side for pigeons, she sure didn’t.

“I don’t sleep a lot, I have an internal clock, I can’t sleep past 9 o’clock.” Y/N takes notice of the glances that are exchanged between Paul and Marko, and squinting her eyes she purses her lips waiting to be clued in whatever secret these two have, “What? What’s with that look?”

“Nothin’.” Marko shrugs, licking his lips as he turns his attention back to the bird in his hands.

“You lie, so spill, Marko.” Y/N takes a threatening step forward, but Paul’s hold tightens, keeping her in place. Marko just laughs and glances at the space to her left, Y/N glances to her left jumping at the sudden appearance of Dwayne, “Holy shit! Don’t do that! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”

Dwayne just smiles placing something in her hand, looking in her hand, she finds a bracelet that matches the colors of her jacket. A look of surprise and slight bashfulness crosses her features as she stares at the bracelet and back at Dwayne; she gives him a small ‘thanks’ before slipping it on her wrist, feeling heat rise to her cheeks at the proud smile on his face.

Clearing her throat, Y/N admires the bracelet while talking to Marko, “So what makes you think I sleep a lot?”

“You really don’t know?” Paul tilts his head down to the side to look at Y/N wide concerned eyes.

“… Don’t know…what?” Panic is slowly flooding Y/N’s body at the look on Paul’s face, looking at Marko his face is just as concerned and now Y/N is freaking out, “What? What happened?!”

“You’ve been asleep for 3 days, Y/N…” The air stills at Marko’s words, while Y/N’s mind is stuck on loop, replaying his words. Y/N even lets out a huff of disbelief, but when she isn’t met with any laughter, her world slowly begins to crash around her. Or, it would have if it wasn’t for the scoff from Dwayne coupled with a smack on the back of Paul’s head, and a shoe thrown at Marko. The boys start laughing at the look of utter betrayal on Y/N’s face as she realizes they totally punked her. Marko releases the pigeon, doubling over in laughter, “Oh man, your face! Did you really think you slept for that long?! Oh my god, how gullible are you? Oh, that was great!”

Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath, willing herself not to kill these two fools— it’s not easy, especially with Paul putting his weight on her as he laughs loudly in her ear. Unwrapping Paul’s arms from around her, she shoves him away, making him laugh harder as he falls back on the couch, “Get off me.”

“C’mon, babe. Come back.” Paul’s words are incoherent because of how hard he’s laughing. Both boys take a deep breath, smiling brightly as they look at Y/N’s unamused stare. With a quirk of her brow, silently asking if they’re done, they fall out laughing again, making her shake her head and move to Dwayne’s quiet corner.

Sitting down next to him, she crosses her arms, mumbling out, “Assholes.”

Dwayne doesn’t bother to hide his amusement, nodding his head in agreement. He places his arm on the back of the couch, scooting closer to Y/N as he pulls out a book, silently reading— to which Y/N is eternally grateful for, because she wasn’t expecting such nonchalant behavior from him.

Butterflies stirred in her stomach when he gifted her with the bracelet, and for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why. Dwayne didn’t strike her as a person to randomly give gifts to people, let alone snuggle up to them while reading a book. It was such a domestic feeling— one she definitely wasn’t expecting, so how was she supposed to act in this situation?

On the outside she was relatively calm; sitting on the couch almost completely leaning into the curve of Dwayne’s side, watching as Paul and Marko finally stopped laughing at her and started wrestling, occasionally she'd spare a glance at a page of Dwayne’s book and then at him (never taking his eyes off of the pages, he’d smile making her look away timidly). She even started playing with his bracelets, which lead to her playing with his hand, to them now intertwining their fingers.

But on the inside?

On the inside, it was chaos. Her inner voice was pulling out her hair, running in circles and up the walls, laying on the floor screaming in a puddle of her own tears— tears of confusion, excitement and fear— flipping imaginary tables, clutching her fists screaming into the void, and sitting in a burning, crumbling house that is her mind.

All in all Y/N was a mess, and had no idea how to address the hand holding, all she wanted to do was admire his bracelets without disturbing his reading— so how in the sweetest of fuckary did they end up holding hands?

Well, she knew how, she was there, but it still didn’t add up… oh wait.

She was playing with his rings, she tried to pull one off, and he engulfed her hand in his, stopping her, she tried to get her hand back and HE intertwined their fingers. The butterflies didn’t settle down once, she realized, this was his doing— they simply got worse and all she could do was act unbothered and bored. As long as no one noticed, everything would be okay… and then David walked in.

He didn’t say anything to Y/N, just looked (at her with those strong, commanding blue eyes) at their hands with a face that had her feeling like she just committed some great sin against him, but the smirk that quickly appeared on his face, made her feel like she had to justify herself.

“He- he did it!” Y/N winced at the sound of how childish her words sounded, and she knew that the wide grin on David’s face was going to make her regret even opening her mouth.

“He did what?” His tone is teasing as he shifts his gaze to Dwayne.

“H- he—…” Her voice is small and embarrassed, as she can’t seem to form any words. Shaking her head, she uses her hair to hide away from the eight pairs of eyes on her, “Noth- nothing.”

Y/N closes her eyes, upset with herself for crumbling under all the teasing, she wasn’t easily flustered, but she’s also never been in a situation like this either. Everything that’s happened to her so far has been something she’s only dreamt about, and now that it’s actually happening to her, all she can do is play it by ear. She was way in over her head and she knew it— she also knew that they knew it too, and they were enjoying every second of it.

God, she felt like a fool… maybe it was time to take herself out of the equation and go home, put an end to the teasing and sexual tension—

Wait…

Opening her eyes, she stares down at her lap, taking in the state of her once clean white t-shirt; it was stained with a variation of red she’s never seen before…and was it sparkling in the light?

Blinking in confusion, a tidal wave of memories hits her— memories that have her snapping her head up to Marko and Paul, who are in their own little worlds.

“No way.” With her free hand, she lightly touches her lips, seeing in her mind’s eye a hazy, smokey Marko walking to her with a predatory gaze drinking from a wine bottle. His lips on hers as he fed her the wine, the way his knee grazed her most intimate area, his hand tangled in her hair in the best of ways—, “No way!”

The memory jumps to the feeling of Paul’s tongue dragging across her neck, up her jaw, capturing her mouth in the sloppiest kiss she’s ever had. Had she been in her right mind it wouldn’t have gotten very far, but even now she finds herself wondering what it felt like again.

An inaudible sigh leaves her as she remembers Dwayne’s kiss.

That kiss was… how does she even begin to describe it? It was so sensual, there was such passion behind it— like he was trying to tell her something, trying to drive some unspoken point home…

Then there was David.

With parted lips, she tracks her eyes over to David, who is still watching her with that teasing grin.

“Holy fucking shit!”

The strongest memory was him water falling the wine into her mouth, but that wasn’t the weirdest thing! The weirdest thing was that she wanted to do that again. Heat spread through her body as David’s eyes bore into hers, it seemed like he was trying to communicate with her. Silently telling her he wanted it just as bad…or maybe it was just in her head?

It wouldn’t be the first time she overthinks or misreads a situation. So, in true Y/N fashion, she brushes the memories off as a wild and very vivid sex dream and goes back to debating on whether or not she should go home. Maria is probably worried too, she needs to talk to her, let her know she’s alright and not mad about their dumb fight.

Sighing, Y/N lets Dwayne’s hand go and stands up stretching, feeling the tension leave her body, she goes to the other couch to retrieve her jacket. All eyes are on her as she puts it on, but only David speaks.

“Going somewhere?”

Y/N furrows her brow at the demanding tone in his voice, as he looks at her with a serious gaze— a look a parent would give a child who disrespects them after you told them not to do something. Y/N almost apologizes and sits down, until she remembers that she isn’t a child, and he isn’t her parent. He’s just some guy.

“Yeah, I’m going home.” A beat of silence goes by, before there are scattered chuckles throughout the cave, and David gives her a face that makes her feel stupid, as if it say ‘you are home’. Doing her best not to stumble over her words, she keeps her voice even, “I don’t live here, remember? We were just chillin’, and it’s been fun, but I gotta go.”

“You don’t have to.” Marko chimes from his spot on a ledge above them, making Y/N quirk a brow at him, because how’d he get up there without a ladder? “You could stay.”

“Yeah, babe, we like having you here.” Paul smiles brightly, rolling a blunt glancing at Dwayne, “‘Specially Dwaynie.”

Flustered by Paul’s words, Y/N looks down at her sneakers before looking back at Dwayne, who seems unbothered by the blonde's words. His stare isn’t intimidating, or condescending, but warm and inviting, and that scares the shit out of her. Breaking eye contact with him, she looks at David for help, but his stare is the same, only difference is that now he quirks a brow at her, silently telling her to try to downplay everything that’s been said to her.

It sends a shiver down her spine because it almost feels like they’ve read her mind as they try to get her to stay.

“… But I…” Her eyes are moving around the cave, but she’s not looking at anything in particular, she’s seeing her thoughts roll through her mind like credits as she tries to come up with a real reason to leave, “I need to talk to Maria.”

The cave is quiet as Y/N brings her gaze to David, he sits completely still, his face is blank, and he almost looks like a statue while Y/N wonders if he even heard her. Opening her mouth to repeat herself, David finally answers.

“Come with us.” The boys are moving about the cave with such grace and quickness, Y/N is almost left behind as they exit the cave.

“Huh— wha— wait!” Scrambling after them, she joins them at the top of the bluff. As they get their bikes, Y/N stares at the sky with wide eyes, “Why… Why is it still night? How long was I asleep?”

“You slept all day. It’s about 11 o’clock.” Paul grins, staring up at the moon, blunt hanging lazily from his lips.

Y/N stares at him like he has two heads, “That’s not possible. There’s no way.”

“Apparently there is, Kitten.” Her head snaps to David, who inclines his head behind him, “Get on.”

To everyone’s surprise, Y/N climbs onto the back of his bike without any protest, wrapping her arms around his waist. He shares a look with the boys, but Y/N is too busy staring up at the moon to notice. Revving his engine, David sets the pace as they sped through the woods and down to the beach, at the top of a sand dune, the boys stop, spotting a small bonfire out in the distance.

“Anyone feel like partying?” David sends the group a devious smile, and they drive their bikes closer to the party.

“David, I need to go home. Just drop me off and come back to your party.” Y/N’s voice is growing irritated as she thinks of her cousin. Much to her chagrin, she’s forced to let David go as he gets off his bike, getting ready to join in the festivities.

“You’re gonna want to hang out here first, trust me. After this, you can go see Maria.” David’s smile sends chills down Y/N’s spine as she feels a sense of dread come over her, Dwayne comes next to her, offering a hand to help her off of the bike and that helps calm her down a bit, but she’s still not feeling great about David’s words or smile.

Marko and Paul are ahead of the group crouching at the top of a sand dune watching the party of 9 with hungry eyes, David and Dwayne join them at the top of the dune as the four of them share some kind of unspoken conversation. Turning around to Y/N, Dwayne holds his out to her again, giving her a smile that has her resolve cracking. Groaning,Y/N takes his hand, crouching down next to him; Marko and Paul give her smiles of approval and thumbs up as they look back at the small group.

“So why are we hiding again?” Y/N whispers to Dwayne, but he doesn’t seem to hear her, as his eyes grow dark and dangerous. She’s taken aback by the way he looks at the group— like an animal watching its prey, “Dwayne?”

“Quiet.” David’s voice gets her attention as he turns to look at her with a smiling, monstrous face, “You’re gonna scare them.”

The boys laugh maliciously as Y/N stares at them with fear filled eyes, her voice is lost on her as they disappear from her sights. Looking around frantically, she stands up, gaining the attention of one of the party goers.

“Heeeeyy~ we got a visitor!” A guy slurs pointing at Y/N, she looks down at them about to tell them to run, or hide because there are monsters hanging around, but her warning never comes.

Someone lets out a bloodcurdling scream as they’re lifted into the air, and blood sprays down onto the sand, the individual's friends, and the fire. Everyone seems to sober up quickly as they start running away from their assailants, but it was pointless. Two girls run towards Y/N, yelling at her to run away, but the smell of blood hits her like a ton of bricks, and these girls are covered in it.

A sound Y/N’s never heard before bubbles in her chest, and out of her mouth as she feels the bones on her face shift, and her teeth poke her bottom lip. Her nails become sharp and slanted as her world is flipped upside down. She grabs both girls by their throats, squeezing, watching with glee as her nails rip through their skin with such ease.

Y/N can’t help but admire it, but then, there’s a burning sensation building in her throat. Swallowing does nothing for her, but she knows what she has to do— it’s instinctual, it’s primal, it’s her new normal. Sinking her fangs into one neck, she takes her fill, all but tearing off the girl’s neck, her friend is garbling and choking on her own blood as she tries to speak, tears falling from her eyes as she sees Y/N descend on her next.

As quickly as the carnage started, it’s over.

Y/N breathes out in relief, turning her face to the sky with closed eyes, as blood rolls down her throat, quenching her thirst. Licking her lips, she sits down in the sand wrapping her arms around her knees; not in a scared manner, but a relaxed one as she watches David grab the two dead girls, chucking them into the bonfire. Marko, Paul, and Dwayne are having the time of their lives as they jump around the fire, whooping and hollering, blood gracing their still changed faces, something about this sight makes something inside Y/N snap.

Getting up quickly, she all but knocks Marko into the sand as she grabs his face; not expecting to be grabbed, he lets out a ‘Hey!’ but it’s swallowed by Y/N’s lips on his as she forces her tongue into his mouth— he honestly wasn’t complaining. His hands find their way to her waist as he pulls her closer, and by sheer will power, he lets her have control. She pushes him into the sand, straddling his hips, licking the blood on his face and neck, her fingers tug on his hair, causing him to growl out a groan and roll his hips up into hers eagerly.

Breaking the kiss, she puts her hand on his throat, squeezing it tightly as she meets his movements.

“Oh, fuck.” If it wasn’t for Paul’s words, Y/N would’ve forgotten the others were there. Looking back at Paul, she gets off of Marko (much to his disappointment) and tugs Paul by his jacket, kissing him the same way he did her the night before. Hooking his hands under her ass, he hoists Y/N up making her wrap her legs around his waist, a body is pressed behind her. Breaking the kiss, she sees that she’s squished between Dwayne and Paul and her mind is on overdrive, synapses are firing faster than she can keep up, hands map out her body and before long clothes are torn and thrown about as lips meet teeth, skin and blood.

Her thighs tighten around Dwayne’s head, as he holds her in place on top of him, her back is arched back as Marko is behind her, straddling Dwayne as he kisses and nips her neck, playing with her nipples, hissing on occasion as Paul enters him from behind.

He’s gonna get him back for this, and Paul knows it, you can tell by the snicker that comes from him every time he snaps his hips forward, making the smaller blonde clench around him.

“You are gonna be so sorry later, Paul.”

Dwayne can’t stop the chuckle he lets out, which has Y/N mewling out as it sends vibrations through her body. Her moan has each of them groaning in pleasure… well, all of them but David.

He’s too busy palming himself through his jeans as he takes in the scene before him; Y/N sitting on Dwayne’s face— her face flushed as a light coat of sweat glistens on her body due to the flames of the bonfire, Marko right behind her pulling sounds and caressing her like he’s done this a thousand times before— his own face is twisted in pleasure due to Paul’s thrusts, Paul behind Marko searching for his own release as he starts to slowly get to the edge of cumming— with each passing second the four feel their release creeping up on them. Caresses turn into nails digging in skin, kisses become bites, and once hooded eyes become screwed shut as the coils get ready to snap.

David says nothing— he doesn’t have to, a human can smell his arousal. He opts to just watch, that was until Y/N looked at him, and then to the prominent bulge in his pants. By now, all their faces are human-like, but Y/N’s eyes shift to that yellow red as she quite literally begins to salivate.

In a blur of black, David is in front of her, tugging her head back, staring down at her with a warning in his eyes.

She ignores it, using what little strength she has to tug on his pants.

His pants are pooling around his ankles, and he can’t stop the hitch of his breath as Y/N’s hand grasps him with such familiarity, and stares right into his eyes as she takes him all the way in. Her eyes flutter shut at the sound of satisfaction that comes from him, it sends shivers down her spin, causing her to fidget at the feel of goosebumps going up and down her arms, making her arch back again. Marko’s hands have been gripping her hips, scratching her on occasion from Paul’s thrusts, but seeing her take David like it was working him up more.

Everyone knows that Marko easily gets riled up, especially when it comes to sex, but this took extreme control on his part to not take her away and have her all to himself. He moans at the thought of having his way with her, hearing the pants, moans and screams that she’d let out, begging for more or for him to stop.

Either way, he’ll have her.

His member leaks pre-cum onto Dwayne’s torso and Y/N’s lower back, because of Paul, his dick has been brushing against both of them for the better part of 8 minutes, and now that his mind is reeling, he’s about to explode. Nestling his dick between Dwayne’s chest and Y/N’s ass, he wastes no time getting to his high.

Paul is in his own world, not noticing the scene before him, instead he focuses on the curly blonde in front of him and Dwayne’s stomach flexing due to the brushes of Paul. Pulling out of Marko, he grabs Dwayne’s dick along with his own, and pumps himself two, three, four times— strings of cum shot out landing in the sand, on Dwayne’s side and some on Marko’s back. Panting out, he continues his task with Dwayne, smirking at the way the brunette’s hips buck and the tightening of his core. His seed shoots up into the open air, making a mess on himself and in Paul’s hair.

Marko felt cum land on his shoulder and sends Paul a glare, knowing full well that he jerked Dwayne and angled him like that on purpose.

“Oh, you are so gonna get it!”

Paul just snickers as he licks his hands clean, and then he sees David getting his rocks off in Y/N’s mouth. His mouth hangs open as he watches Y/N hold onto David’s hips like a lifeline, the way she pulls back placing kisses on his shaft, how she shuts her eyes at the feeling of Dwayne grazing that spot just right, taking David back in her mouth with renewed vigor because of it.

Now he wishes he paid attention.

Marko on the other hand is about to blow, and when Y/N takes her hand, placing it on his thigh searching for some kind of perch, he bites her neck. Feeling her blood run down his throat gives him goosebumps of his own as he finally cums in his pseudo hole, riding out his orgasm.

Y/N had been fighting off her release for the longest, she really didn’t think she’d make it far with how Dwayne ran his tongue along her folds, and gave her clit kitten licks, watching her jump at the feeling. She didn’t think she’d make it past the vibrating moans, the teasing tugs on her nipples, kisses up and down her neck, or the way David felt resting on her tongue guiding her head back and forth.

None of those things got her over the edge.

No, what got her there was the feeling of fangs piercing her neck and the sinful moan Marko let out as his hips stuttered under her.

That made her heart stop… well figuratively anyway… her whole body seized up, as the coil finally snapped, her hips stuttered, her thighs tightened around Dwayne’s head, her eyes rolled back as a sound— something akin to a whine and a sigh wrapped itself around David’s dick. Her jaw went slack as she pulled her head back from David, which didn’t bother him in the least because that sound— whatever it was— had him shooting cum all over her face.

“Fuck.” Was whispered by one of them as they all came down from their own highs.

Y/N felt heavy and light at the same time, she felt like she would float off into space with that mind-blowing orgasm.

“Whoa, careful, Spitfire, or you might fly away.” David’s voice is amused but cautious as he grabs Y/N by her arms, enveloping her in a hug. With a content sigh, she lets her body rest against David’s, as he pulls her down to sit in the sand.

No one says anything for a few minutes, each of them enjoying the calm breeze that blows by and the sound of the waves hitting the beach.

Marko hands Y/N her jacket and very ripped jeans, smirking as he does, Y/N graciously takes them, unable to stop the laugh that comes from her as she holds up her jeans.

The bonfire is dying down now, and the boys are uncharacteristically quiet– time to address the elephant in the room.

“... So… What are we?” Y/N doesn’t look at the boys, she just stares at the small fire, playing with a stick she found. In moments like these, it’s always good to have something to distract you a bit from the unknown. How else are you going to stop a panic attack?

“You know what we are.” David says, taking a puff from his cigarette.

“Well, for the sake of me, just pretend I have no idea.” She sends him a small glance, and he isn’t in the mood; he knows she’s smart, he knows that she figured it out when they killed their first victim. Sighing,Y/N begins digging in the sand with her little stick, “The way my brain works its– just indulge me, okay?”

David raises a brow at her, looking at Dwayne, “You tell her.”

Y/N turns to Dwayne, who still has not only her essence on his face, but Marko’s cum drying on his chin, neck and chest, and Y/N can’t hide her smile or surprise.

“There’s a whole ocean, right there, dude. Go wash that off before it gets all crusty or whatever.” She makes a show of pointing at the ocean behind him, but he simply shakes his head and smiles.

“Nah.” Licking his lips, he adds, “I worked hard for this.”

Y/N closes her eyes, trying to hide her smile but ends up laughing at his words, not in an insulting manner, but a surprised one, “Alright then.”

“... Also, to answer your question, we’re vampires.” Dwayne shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, but even a blind man can see that it was awkward for him to say. You can’t say that and expect someone to believe you without some kind of undeniable proof; sure, Y/N had it, but it still sounded ridiculous.

Regardless, Y/N nods her head with a furrowed brow, “I don’t remember being bitten– well, until Marko did just now.”

The boys smile at the memory fresh in their minds– yes, this was going to be something they participate in for many, many, many years to come.

“There’s more than one way to make a vampire.” David lights another cigarette, watching Y/N carefully while she thinks over his words, wondering what he meant.

Sure, she knew what he said, but it didn’t add up to the memories she had; was it done through the kisses? Or perhaps it was done by hanging around them?

Nah, that doesn’t make sense.

“Alright, vampires drink blood, they need it to survive and yada yada… So to make one, you bite someone… What else can be done?” Her brows are scrunched up, as she thinks hard, glancing at Marko who drinks from a beer that one of the party goes had, “Oh wait what?!”

Turning her head to David, her eyes are wide as she gives him a look of ‘bitch what?’

“Look at that, you figured it out.” His tone was a bit harsh, but there was a smirk playing on his lips, as Y/N threw the stick at him, sneering as she did it.

“The only good advice I was ever given was to ‘never take drinks from strangers’– of course, how I ended up drinking it was something that was never covered, but whatever, I guess.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders, smiling slightly at each of the boys; her face grows solemn as she plays with her aglets, “... I’m never gonna see Maria again, am I?”

The boys don’t say anything, but they don’t have to, Y/N knows the answer already. There’s no way she can, maybe for a few years, but when Maria starts aging, and she doesn’t, what is she gonna say?

Sighing, Y/N hangs her head huffing out a laugh, “Oh well, it was just her and me anyways, and sometimes– a lot of times, it was just me. I’ll just have to slowly leave her life before disappearing completely… If that’s alright?”

“Don’t see why not.” Paul shrugs, laying his head down in Marko’s lap, while the smaller blonde leans back on his hands looking out at the ocean deep in thought.

“You could just kill her.” Marko is met with hostile faces from Y/N and Dwayne, while David and Paul keep quiet, but it’s obvious they aren’t opposed to the idea.

“I’m not killing my cousin– I don’t care how angry she makes me.” Y/N pauses before glaring at Marko, “Weren’t you flirting with her?!”

“I flirt with everyone, she’s no different.” Marko sticks his nose to the sky like a defiant child, opening his eyes, he giggles at the death glare sent his way by Y/N. Pushing himself up, he makes his way to her, grabbing her jaw tightly. His eyes flash yellow as he kisses her harshly, chuckling as Y/N bites his tongue in retaliation, “It’s cute that you think that’ll deter me. Keep that up, and you’ll be in for the longest night of your life.”

“That a fact?”

Another thing about Y/N, she that she has a tendency to speak before she thinks (though I’m sure you’ve figured that out by now). You see, she thought she was being cheeky, sassy, even cute, but what she really did was challenge the most dominant, sex driven vampire in the pack. She didn’t need to look around the bonfire at the other boys to know that those three little words were going to be her undoing– in the most sex filled of ways.

Marko’s eyes became cold, calculating, and distant as he stared into Y/N’s very soul, she wasn’t fooling anyone– she was scared. A look like this is something David would give at the drop of a hat, but to see the cherub faced boy do it only confirmed what she said the day before, Marko was a devil, and he was going to show her.

Her throat became dry all over again, but what she needed wasn’t blood, no this was a different kind of thirst, one only Marko was going to quench– it’s not like she was going to complain, even if she did, it wouldn’t do her any good. He was going to make her beg, cry, and shake until she couldn’t anymore, and then keep going.

With parted lips, she stares back at him, almost hypnotically, as his hand trails down her chest. Goosebumps are left in the wake of his nails as he pulls off her jacket, getting a full view of her bare skin. Before he can claim what’s his, a seashell is thrown at his head, making him turn and snarl at Dwayne, who in turn points at David.

“Before you go and fuck her senseless, we’ve got some business to attend to.” David raises a single brow at Marko as he levels David with a glare, “Said she’d see Maria after this, and I am a man of my word.”

“... Fine.” Marko replies after a beat of silence and David’s own hard glare. Handing Y/N her jacket, he can’t stop the small smile at the spaced-out look on her face. She had no idea what was in store for her, but she was ready to be ordered, owned and used by him, that gave him some peace of mind and a huge ego boost.

After they wash up in the ocean, Marko is tasked with putting out the bonfire (David’s punishment) while the rest make their way back to the bikes, Dwayne drapes his arm over Y/N’s shoulders bringing her close to him, as he buries his nose in her damp hair. Smiling up at him, she kisses his cheek, earning herself a warm smile from the brunette.

“So, how’s it feel to be immortal, babe?” Paul muses from his bike, watching Dwayne help Y/N onto David’s bike.

Y/N lets out a breathy laugh, pretending to think for a moment as she wraps her arms around David’s waist. Dwayne straddles his bike, looking at Y/N with a questioning gaze as she shrugs her shoulders. David turns slightly with a raised brow, waiting for her answer; by now Marko has joined the group, and is also curious about her answer. He can’t hide his apprehension at the silence emitting from their newest member.

“I don’t know.” The honesty in her voice strikes a cord with the boys as they share a look with each other. They never did ask her if this was something she wanted– something she truly wanted. They thought that she would be ecstatic– who wouldn’t be? The gift of immortality isn’t something given to just anyone, she met all of their requirements, but if she didn’t want it, what were they going to do? They quite literally stole her life, and now she'll probably hate them for all eternity.

Sure, they had a huge bonding moment, but would it be enough in the long run?

Dwayne opens his mouth to say something to comfort her, but his voice is caught in his throat at the impish smile she gives them with her vampiric face, “I just turned immortal.”

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It All Started With a Smile

A/N: I love the Lost Boys-- I'm a hoe for them, I'm not sorry. This is a Poly!Lost Boys x Adopted!EmersonOC, might be a series, but there will definitely be a part 2. I hope you guys like it. I also used Google to find the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, and it's up for digital download if y'all are interested. I used pages 50-51.

A/N2: This OC is a WOC, again I'm not sorry.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, Cursing, second hand stealing, not beta read, hints at a boner (ya gotta squint to see it lol), OC is a bit annoying but who isn't, We really only meet Marko (teehee)

Word Count: 9787

(GIF by @jordanlahey)

MINORS DNI!!!!

Chapter 1

“Well, kiddo, how was the trip?” Glancing up from my book, I pull my headset off, giving grandpa a questioning look, “Didn’t hear me, did ya?”

“Sorry, Papa E.” I give him a sheepish smile, book marking my page, as I sit up on my bed motioning for him to sit as well, “You now have my full attention.”

“Just wondering how you liked the trip over here.” He gives me one of his rare smiles, as he takes a peak at my book, “Homeric Hymn to Demeter, eh? Getting some light reading done before the semester starts?”

I can’t stop the smile that finds its way to my face as I admire the worn book cover, “Something like that, yeah… but I already graduated, remember?”

“Oh, yeah… It’s this growing old business, I tell ya. Don’t do it!” Papa Emerson furrowed his brow staring at a spot on the floor, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on his face, which caused him to give me a questioning glance before he started laughing himself. After a few moments, we clam down, and he pats my knee, smiling as he does.

“That was a good laugh, but as far as growing old goes, I don’t think I have much choice.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s true. Can’t live forever.” There’s something odd about what he said, almost as if he doesn’t actually believe it. I can’t help but look at Papa’s face questioningly, as he gazes back at that spot on the floor. A beat of silence passes between us, and before I can question his words, it’s broken by Sam and Michael running down the stairs.

“Those boys are going to tear my house apart.” There’s a grumble in Papa E’s voice as he casts his eyes to my closed door, sending his own hard glare through– like he’s willing those two idiots to stop. Chuckling, I shake my head at his antics, nudging his shoulder.

“Gramps, no matter how hard you glare at the door, and try to send a telepathic command to those buffoons, they’ll never stop… Unless, you know, they break something.” I sigh as I hear Sam’s muffled yell coming from downstairs, and Michael’s panicked voice as the sound of glass reaches our ears, “See.”

“BOYS!” Mom isn’t one to yell– not to me anyway– but when she’s had enough of the bullshit, she’ll let you know, and right now, she’s done with Sam and Mikey, “If you aren’t going to help, go expel all the energy outside.”

Papa E sighs deeply, rubbing his face as he worries about what just broke. Getting up, I walk to my door, glancing out, mom’s already found the dustpan and started cleaning up the broke mug.

“It’s alright Pops, it was one of the mugs I made in ceramics a while back.” Shrugging, I sit back down, smiling at him, “I made it for dad, but I guess it wasn’t something he cared for since it's here.”

“You know, your mother is the only woman I know, that gets the worst deal out of a divorce.” Grandpa looks up at me and laughs at the deadpan look I give him.

“Well, she married a dick, whaddaya expect?... Plus, she’s just so… so…” Sneering at my hands, I try to think of the right word, thankfully grandpa pitches in.

“Nice?”

“Yes! Like that bastard made your life miserable! Be angry, have rage! You’re entitled to it!” I don’t even try to hide my own distaste for mom’s civil approach to everything, “I don’t understand why– or how she’s so calm about all this?! He basically kicked us out of the house, because he isn’t man enough to go work and find his own place to stay.” By now, I’m pacing around my room, throwing my arms around, glaring at an invisible person as I give them a piece of my mind, “Like, dude, you kicked out your OWN KIDS! If I ever see his face again, it’ll be too soon.”

“Seems like you’re picking up the slack on that anger.” Papa E, has an awkward kind of smile, as he watches me with raised brows, “How do the boys feel about this?”

Sighing, I sit back down, picking at the threads of my ripped jeans, “Sammy is only 14 and has this thought that if it doesn’t work out here, we’ll go back to Phoenix, and dad will magically take us back… and Michael… Mike thinks he’s unbothered, cool, and in control of his very fragile 17-year-old life. I think he thinks that if he doesn’t talk about it, it's not going to bother him, but it does– it bugs the hell out of all of us. I can hide it better, but this is Mikey’s own father. How do you just roll with the thought of your own father dumping you and making you fend for yourself?... That piece of shit.”

“Hey.” Grandpa gives me face for my language, to which I apologize for, “... Well, I suppose I can’t be too hard on you… You’ve always been my favorite.”

Laughing, I lightly push his shoulder, “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that I helped you with your taxidermy when I was 7, would it?”

“... Maybe…?”

“Oh geez Gramps.” Sharing a chuckle, I recall when mom found the two of us in his ‘secret red room’ and totally flipped because my skin was turning red from the formaldehyde. On top of that, my throat got super irritated, and I was grounded, forbidden, and banned from Gramps’ workshop– by mom, “Remember when mom came in looking for me, and her eyes totally fell on the floor from how red I looked–”

“-- HA! Do I ever– and I said, ‘Lucy, relax, we’re in a red lit room course she’s going to look red’.”

“Oh my god, YES! And she pulled me out into the living room, then grandma came in from the kitchen, wondering what all the fuss was about.”

“... Yup… She wasn’t too happy.” He lightly chuckles at the memory of grandma walking out in a dirty apron and a wooden spoon with cookie dough on it, then the calm expression on her face morphing to extreme panic. She also ‘grounded’ Grandpa, but not before giving him an earful about responsibility and how not to let children play with dangerous chemicals.

He was banned from his red room for the next 4 weeks; so he taught me to ride a horse instead… and that is its own can of worms. Let's just say that mom freaks whenever I’m close to a horse.

“I had so much fun, though, I was so annoyed that they weren’t listening to me.”

“Yeah, well, they were just looking out for you. You can’t blame them for doting on you, you’re the only girl, after all.” Papa E gives me a gentle smile as I all but forget my previous anger.

“That’s true.” A comfortable silence fills the space as we sit side by side, then I hear the faint sounds of the horses neighing, “... Can I go ride a horse?”

“What?!” Grandpa snaps his head to me so quickly, I thought he gave himself whiplash for a second, I can’t stop the snort from the look on his face, “And give your mother another conniption, no, thank you. I plan to live the rest of my days as stress-free as I possibly can.”

“Ah, come on!” I smile widely at him as he gets up, disgruntled, and making his way to my door, “~It’ll be fun~.”

“No.” He points a finger at me sternly, but I still smile at him, mischief dancing in my eyes, “I mean it, Alex. Give your mother a break.”

Losing my smile, I nod my head, picking up my book, “Fine, I’ll just do some more ‘light reading’ then.”

“What about unpacking?”

“I’ll do it later.”

Laying down, I hold up my book, feeling bored and less enthused about the move. I’m not even reading what’s on the page, just aimlessly flipping through, wondering how in the hell am I going to make living here worth it.

I could get a job to help mom out, but Mike said there wasn’t anything legal around. How does Papa E pay the bills? He’s been retired for ages, but he owns a good bit of land, he has to have some way to keep the lights on, and feed not only himself but the horses also… He does have all that weed in the back…

“Maybe there’s a kitchen hiring?... Nah, that’s not happening, I don’t even like washing my own dishes. Damn, this growing up stuff is hard.” I huff out, slamming my book down on my lap. Turning on my side, I stare at my ‘Return of the Jedi’ poster, “What would Yoda do?... Okay, well, I’m not living in the swamp, so that’s out. Can’t join the ‘Living Force’ either… I could do a Princess Leia and kill my pimp, haha! Yeah, that sounds like a great time… Nanook’s my Chewbacca.--”

“--Knock, knock.” Sitting up on my elbows, I’m greeted with my mom’s serene face, peeking in through my doorway, “Hey Pumpkin, I saw your door was open.”

“It seems that everyone forgets to close it once they leave.” I roll my eyes, but motion for her to enter. I don’t miss her ‘subtly’ looking around my room– one Return of the Jedi poster, a stack of boxes in the corner, a few clothes hanging in the closet, a suitcase open and messy, a half filled bookshelf, a pair of boots, flip-flops, and 4 pairs of sneakers thrown about the room, “At least I started… and made my bed. Did the boys even make their beds?”

Mom playfully rolls her eyes at me, sitting on my bed with a bounce, “No they didn’t, but that’s not why I’m here.”

“Then, pray tell, O’ dear mother of mine: Why hast thou entered mine sacred domain?” Mom lets out a small laugh at the way I dramatically lower my voice, answering in a high-pitched one in return.

“I have come to inquire, if thou– O’ Great One, wishes to be in attendance with thine brothers and I for a trip to the boardwalk?”

“Eh, sounds crowded.” Grinning at mom, I give her a light shrug.

“They have games.” She presses.

“Sounds loud.” I deflate slightly, losing my smile.

“Food?” She offers.

“Sounds like a stomach ache.” I grimace.

“... Boys?” She’s grasping at straws.

“Boys you say?” I’m intrigued, “Tell me more.”

“Oh you.” She hits my leg, and I laugh at her growing smile. Shaking her head, she continues, “I’m going to be looking for work, but I figured it would be a good time for you and the boys to go out and have some fun… So, would you like to come with us?”

“... Sure, someone needs to watch those two.”

“Thank you, but I just want you all to have fun, make some friends.”

“Mom… Me? Make friends? I haven’t ‘made’ friends since I was 10 years old. Besides, friends are so overrated.”

“Oh, pooh.” She swings the pillow at me, hitting the top of my head. Smiling, I dramatically fall back on the bed, “Come on, get ready, your majesty.”

“But I am ready.” I look down at my very wrinkled Queen t-shirt.

“Alex. You really what to wear those clothes?” She wrinkles her nose at my day-old clothes, then starts rummaging through my suitcase, “What about this? You’ll look so cute!”

“Mom, I hate pink… Plus, I think that’s yours.” We both tilt our heads to the side, looking at the blouse.

“Oh! This is mine. How’d it end up in your clothes?”

“I dunno.” Getting up, I pull out a cropped black and purple striped bowling shirt, “How ‘bout this, with the acid washed jeans, and… hmm… these paint splattered converse?”

“Very nice… Wait, isn’t that your father’s shirt?”

Chuckling, I look at the cut shirt with pride, “Yeah, but after it met my scissors in an unfortunate accident it became mine.”

“Oh, Alex!” Mom gives me a disapproving stare, before she smiles, “It looks better on you anyway.”

“Duh, everything does.” Tossing the shirt on the bed, I search for my towel, “Thought we’ve been over this before, mom?”

“Silly me, I must’ve forgotten.” Leaning against my door frame, she keeps her smile pointing at my leather jacket, “Remember to bring a jacket, it gets a little chilly here at night.”

“It’s like we never left Arizona.” Mom chortles at my joke, as I press a kiss to her cheek. Making my way to the boys' bathroom, I add, “I’ll be ready in 15.”

………

“So you think mom will be able to find a job in this hellhole?” I spare Michael a glance, waiting for his answer as we work our way through the crowd on the boardwalk. Part of me wishes I just stayed with mom while she did her job hunting, but I know she’d shoo me away to ‘go have fun’ and to ‘be young and happy’.

God bless that woman.

“Dunno, maybe. I hope so.” He tugs his jacket tightly around himself, as we brush past people, who are trying to get a good spot on the beach. He watches our surroundings like a hawk tugging Sam out of the way every now and again as people aimlessly walk around, probably trying to pickpockets as they bump shoulders with everyone, “If not, we need to get jobs.”

“Yeah, we know how much you guys hate working.” Sammy gives us a playful sneer, and I shove him lightly ruffling his hair in the process, “Hey! Watch it, Alex!”

“You’re such a drama queen, Sammy.” I chuckle, rolling my eyes at our younger brother.

“Am not!” Sam tries to punch my arm, but I take a big step forward, making him punch Mike instead. He gives Michael a sheepish look before running ahead of us, tugging on one of my braids in the process.

“Whatever.” I glare at Sam as he sticks his tongue out at me, while I lightly hit Mike’s chest and point to the different stands on the boardwalk, “I’m gonna go check those out.”

“What about the concert?” Sam’s face is full of childlike concern, as he looks a bit disappointed that I’m “ditching” them, “I promise not to tug on your braids again.”

“Yeah, you better, but I’ll be a few minutes, alright?” I look at the growing crowd making its way to the beach, slightly grimacing, “‘Sides, you know how I feel about crowds. If anything, I’ll be up here, and I’ll be able to see you guys just fine.”

“Alright, just be careful. Come find us if anything weird happens.” I smile at Mike’s words with amusement as he looks down at me, face completely serious, “I mean it, Alex.”

“Yeah, remember, we’re living in ‘The Murder Capital of the World’ now.” Sam smirks at me with raised brows as I playfully roll my eyes at him, turning to walk away.

“Alex.” I groan at the ‘mother hen’ tone Mike gives me, making me stop to turn and look at him, unamused.

“Okay mom.” I sass turning on my heel making my way to the stalls.

I take my time perusing the jewelry, clothes racks, and knickknacks spread across the different tables and stalls. One piece of jewelry catches my eye, when I hear someone let out a whimper, looking to my right I see a boy just got his septum pierced and tears threaten to spill from his eyes. Smirking, I walk over to the very open and not up to code piercing stall and watch as the boy admires his new bling.

“That’s a rip-off, you know.” A voice says in my ear, making me move away from the sudden voice with annoyance heavy in my features. I’m met with a grinning boy with hazel eyes, with blonde curly hair, in the most… interesting jacket I’ve ever seen— in fact his whole choice of wardrobe is interesting, definitely bold, that’s for sure.

His grin never leaves, but he ends up putting his gloved thumb in his mouth as he waits for me to say something, giving him another once over I tone down my attitude giving him a nod.

“No, duh. If I wanted an infection, I wouldn’t pay $30 to some guy on the boardwalk; not when I can do that at home for free.” Looking back at the piercing stand, I shake my head in disappointment as three girls get ready to get holes placed in their lobes, “Nah, if I want to get more piercings Imma just go to a tattoo shop.” I let out a light huff, flicking my braids over my shoulder, flashing my various piercings. The boy's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as I send him a smirk. Turning on my heel, I continue to walk around the stalls, smiling at the sound of heavy footfalls chasing after me. Raising a brow, I send a quick glance over my shoulder as the boy crowds into my space once he catches up with me, “Personal space is a new concept for you, isn’t it?”

He doesn’t answer, just smiles widely, moving closer into my space before backing off. His eyes never leave mine during that entire interaction and under normal circumstances I would’ve freaked out, but something about this seems… far from normal, that and I was feeling adventurous. Not really the best feeling to have in the ‘Murder Capital of the World’, but I’m sure it’s fine.

“You’re new here.” It wasn't a question.

“Uh, yeah. How’d you know?” I squint at him, leaning away from him, making him chuckle at the look on my face. By now, the concert is in full swing and the fourth song plays over the speakers, making it more difficult to even hear yourself think, let alone someone else talking.

“Haven’t seen you before.” He shrugs his shoulders, moving closer to me again, causing me to continue to try to have some kind of distance between us. Just because I can’t hear him, doesn’t mean he needs to walk closer, he could just raise his voice.

“And you’ve seen everyone in Santa Carla?” I raise a brow at him as he slowly pushes us to the darker and more secluded parts of the boardwalk. Spinning on my heel, I turn back around, walking to where we just came from.

“Where ya goin’?” He catches up to me quickly, walking behind me. I stop abruptly, making him collide into my back; I have no idea how fast he was walking to catch up to me, but I wasn’t expecting to lose my balance and fall forward from it. Thankfully, he has quick reflexes and grabs my waist, halting my fall, “You alright, girl?”

“Peachy, boy.” My face is stern as I glare up at him, but that damn grin is still on his face– like he just hit the jackpot. Like this I can appreciate his features more; his smooth skin, the chisel of his jaw, the hook of his Romanesque nose, his big doe eyes— that at first glance seem innocent, but upon further inspection show mischief and danger. As the music continues to blast over the speaker, he begins swaying us to the music. He may not be the tallest or strongest looking guy ever, but that doesn’t mean anything; I can feel the strength behind his hands that seem to hold me closer to him, making me feel… the rest of him.

“Maybe I’m imagining that.” Turning to look up at him, my eyes jump from his lips to his eyes; before I look up at him through my dark lashes, “Or maybe not…”

Placing my hands over his gloved ones, I intertwine them, pulling them off of me and walk out of his grasp. He rolls his eyes at me as I flash him a wide smile, walking back to the stalls.

“I need to buy something.” I jog over to the table searching for the piece I saw earlier and let out a triumphant laugh as I pick up a small gold skull charm, “Sweet.”

The boy comes behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder, blinking at the charm with a furrowed brow. I hate to admit it, but he’s getting cuter by the minute, and it’s getting hard to think clearly with all this touchy-feely couple shit.

“You like skulls?” He takes the charm out of my hands, looking at it closely before looking back at me.

“Yeah, I like a lot of things, skulls is just one of them. You don’t know me, so I don’t know why you’re surprised.” Chuckling, I take the charm back, giving it to the vendor who bags it, but not before she shifts her gaze between the boy and me. I give her a questioning glance, but she busies herself with the other things on her table, ignoring us completely, “Weird.”

“So, what’s something a girl like you likes?” His voice pulls back my attention as he reaches a hand out to play with one of my braids. Quickly, I pull my head back and holding his wrist in a tight grip.

“A girl like me?” All friendliness is gone from my demeanor as I give him a warning glare, “Don’t touch my hair… unless you want me touching yours.”

All he does is smirk, and hold his hands up in mock surrender, but something in his eyes tells me he understands not wanting to have a random person touch your hair.

Continuing my perusing, I’m accompanied by my ‘golden noodle haired shadow’ who seems to have a reputation of sorts here, as people move out of our way, with the most apprehensive faces I’ve ever seen.

“So are you gonna keep following me or don’t have someone else you can bother?” I muse, sending the boy a glance over my shoulder. He keeps his eyes on me like a man on a mission, grinning as he does.

“Why? You tryin’ to get rid of me?” His smile grows at the playful eye roll I give him. Shrugging my shoulders, and slowing down my pace, so we walk next to each other, I link my arm with his. I don’t know why I did it, I just did, and he seemed to tense for a moment before relaxing as we walked at a leisurely pace.

“You know, I could get rid of you, but I figure why not get a tour from someone who seems to know this place like the back of their hand? Plus, I get the feeling you know where all the cool jewelry is.” Giving him a grin of my own, he nods his head in excitement, tugging me to all the small shops lining the boardwalk.

By the time we reach the last shop, I have four bags holding my precious treasures; the great majority of the pieces I bought are going to be made into necklaces, bracelets, and/or earrings– it’s a bonding activity my mom started with me when I was 8. It helps relax us and take our minds off of the stress in our lives, unfortunately during my parent's divorce, we haven’t been able to make or mend any pieces for the past 2 years.

My smile is bright and cheery as we make our way to the railing on the boardwalk, overlooking the sea of people headbanging and dancing to a very oiled up man playing a saxophone. I can’t stop the face that I make, taking in the man’s appearance, with wide eyes I glance at the boy who just laughs leaning against the railing.

“I mean, whatever floats his boat, I guess… He’s got the body for it.” Tilting my head, I trail my eyes over the performer's body, admiring the chains adorning his neck and waist, “Just wasn’t expecting the hip thrusts though.”

We share a laugh as I look over the sea of people, to find my brothers. Sucking my teeth, I turn around, scanning the ever-growing crowd. Furrowing my brows, I take a few steps forward until I’m stopped by a hand on my wrist, looking behind me, I raise my brow at the boy.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were tryin’ to ditch me.”

“Who me?” I feign ignorance as the boy squints his eyes at me, chuckling I shake my head at him, “Dude, I can’t ‘ditch’ you when I don’t even know you.”

“Marko.” Not breaking eye contact, he gently tugs me back to him.

“Really?” I scrunch my face, looking him up and down, “You don’t strike me as a ‘Marko’.”

“What do I strike you as?” There are goosebumps on my arms, as he rubs the top of my knuckles with his thumb. He begins leaning his head down towards me, but I pull back, looking up at him with a coy smile.

“I don’t know, but it sure wasn’t Marko.” The sounds of the boardwalk seem to melt into white noise as we simply stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. My eyes track his, and almost like magic I’m being pulled into those hazel pools– Oh man, if my brothers could see me now.

“Oh shit, I need to find them!” Blinking quickly, I take my hand back shaking off the haze I was in, “Well that was weird…”

Marko pouts slightly, but doesn’t make any more moves, much to my disappointment. Sighing, I rock on my heels awkwardly looking around, “Alright, well it’s been real, and it’s been fun, but I gotta go. So… bye…?”

Marko gives me a smirk as he watches me shift around, “So you are tryin’ to ditch me.”

“Well, I’m not, not trying to ditch you.” Scratching the back of my neck, “But I need to find my brothers, which means we then need to find our mom, so unless you want to meet her this is where we part ways, I’m afraid.” My tone is light and teasing as we start walking through the crowd aimlessly.

“If I meet yours, you met mine.” Marko lightly bumps his shoulder with mine, causing me to laugh at the action, “You’ll have more fun too.”

“Oh?” My questioning glance is meet with a proud smile.

“Mhmm, guaranteed F-U-N.” He drapes his arm over my shoulders, laying his chin on top of my head.

“Oooo he can spell!” Placing my hand on my chest in faux shock, I’m given a scoff and light shove.

“Shut up.” Marko rolls his eyes, but is smiling as he looks at everyone but me; it’s like he’s shy, but he doesn’t seem like the type.

“Well, maybe I can meet them next time.” Shrugging my shoulders, I stop walking, looking around the crowd for my brothers; then I spot Sam’s weird coat thing, “He wears the weirdest shit.”

My eyes shift to Marko, as I pause for a moment, “And Sammy isn’t the only one.”

“What’s so funny?” He squints his eyes at me, making me shrug and look away from him. He didn’t seem to like that, and grasps my shoulder, turning me to face him. Putting my hands up, I give him my best poker face.

“Nothin’.” I try to hide my growing smile from Marko by looking back into the crowd again. Sam looks so lost as he spins in circles, possibly looking for Mike. “Look, I gotta go, but maybe I’ll see you around?”

“I’m here every night.” He’s thrown out his line.

“That so?” And I’m the dumb fish swimming to the bait.

“It is. Maybe next time I can show you the sights.” Oh yeah, I’m a dumb fish.

“I thought I already saw the sights?” I trail my eyes over his form slowly and deliberately, when I lock eyes with him, his expression lets me know that he understood my hidden meaning.

I may have taken the bait, but he wasn’t expecting a catch this weighty.

Taking a few choice steps towards me, he stops when his chest touches mine. Tilting his head, he looks down at me with hooded eyes, “You liked ‘the sights’?”

“Oh sure! Why do you think I’ll be back tomorrow night?” I raise my chin up to him, giving him a sly smile, “How many brothers did you say you have?”

“Three.”

“Awesome, hopefully I can see three more sights.” I pause for a moment looking over Marko’s face with concern, “Just out of curiosity, how old are you– like, you are over 18… right?”

“You have no idea.” His words were mumbled, but I heard them clearly as I give him an unsure smile.

“What was that?”

He smirks at my questioning gaze, “I’m 19.”

“Oh sweet!... And your brother’s…?”

He sighs, raising his eyes to glance at the sky, like this was the dumbest line of questioning he’s ever been through, “I’m the youngest, so everyone else is as old as shit.”

“HA! My brothers feel the same about me. Speaking of my brothers, I really need to go find them. Til we meet again, Young Marko.” Grabbing his hand, I kiss the top of his gloved knuckles, giggling at his wide-eyed face, “See ya on the flip side, dude.”

With a skip in my step, I creep up behind Sammy, slamming my hands on his shoulders– scaring the poor kid– smiling gleefully at him.

“Alex!” He places his hand on his chest as he takes a deep breath, “Oh geez, you scared me. I thought you were someone else.”

“My bad, bro. You headed somewhere?” I give him some space before we walk side by side.

“Yeah, I found a comic shop! I figured you’d want to come.”

“Hell yeah, dude. Let’s go– wait, where’s Mikey?” I look around the crowd, trying to find Michael’s jacket.

“He’s following some girl.” Sam rolls his eyes, making his way through the crowd, while I’m stuck in place gapping like a fish. Once his words sink in completely, I run after him.

“What do you mean, ‘he’s following some girl’? Why is he doing that? Did he forget where we moved to?! Why am I related to an idiot?” Sam laughs at my words, giving me a look I’ve seen too many times to count, “I know I’m adopted, damn, you don’t have to keep reminding me.”

Wrapping his arms around, Sam rests his chin on my shoulder, “Adopted or not, you’re still my older, sassy, cool, and annoying sister, and I love you no matter what.”

“Alright, alright, let me go. People are starting to stare.” I glance around the crowd, feeling out of place and self-conscious about Sammy’s display of affection. Just because we were raised together, doesn’t mean everyone else knows that– it wouldn’t be much of a problem if we were the same race, but one look at us, and you know we aren’t ‘brother and sister’. Sure, Sammy and Mike don’t look alike, but both take after their parents… and I take after mine. Growing up was very interesting, but I wouldn’t trade my doofus brothers for the world.

Let’s just say, I add more… color to their lives.

“Let them. I’m hugging my sister, a few stares from random assholes isn’t going to change that.”

And they add color to mine.

I snap my head, staring at him with wide eyes, “Ooooo you cursed. I’m telling mom.”

“What?! You curse all the time!” He lets me go, glowering at me.

“Yeah, but I’m an adult, I can.” Flicking his forehead, I hand him two of my bags, “I won’t tell mom if you carry these two bags.”

“... You’re a slave driver, you know that, Alex?” He grumbles, but takes the bags.

“Consider it penance for my people.” I lightly shove him forward, as he stares at me with his mouth hanging open, “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.”

“What’re in these bags, bricks?” Sam opens one of the bags, peering inside with furrowed brows, “Why is it so heavy? It’s just jewelry?”

“It’s not that heavy, Sam. I only got a few pieces.” Rolling my eyes at his whining, I start feeling the weight of my own two bags… and they are kinda weighty. Stopping at a picnic table, we place the bags down looking at the contents, “Okay, so I bought a bunch of little skulls, feather charms, an assortment of beads, a few chains, and patches– wait, patches?”

I pull out three stacks of random patches ranging from hellfire and skulls, to crude innuendos.

“You also got stickers– ooooo, you better not let mom see these.” Sam holds up a sticker with a topless lady sticking her forked tongue out. Snatching the sticker from him, I quickly put it back in the bag. He looks at me, unimpressed, and the way he crosses his arms, makes him look just like mom.

“I didn’t buy these!” Gazing in another bag, I see that it has rings, bracelets, and a few earrings. Saying that I’m feeling confused is an understatement, “I don’t understand, I don’t remember…” I feel Sam’s eyes on me as I try hard to remember if I did actually pay for any of this shit. Then it hits me, “That little bastard.”

“Who?”

“Nothin’, c’mon, I’ll deal with this later.” Gathering my bags, we continue our trek to the comic shop. Once we reach, we smile at each other like the nerdy little idiots we are and go our separate ways– Sam goes right to Superman, and I go to X-Men.

All my attention is placed on finding a new comic to add to my collection, but as I pick up comic after comic, my enthusiasm is slowly fading at the inconsistency of the comic placements. It’s like they were haphazardly placed, or just put down next to the comic that “looked” like it belonged to. Scoffing, I toss the comics back, annoyed that whoever did this, literally had one job, and they couldn’t do it. Turning around, I scan for Sam, wondering if he’s having the same problem I am; with wide eyes, I see that he has a whole different problem.

Two boys, around his height and age, are basically accosting him, as he probably tells them, he isn’t looking for trouble. Gritting my teeth, I make my way over to them, ready to fight these two little bastards if I have to– and seeing this is the ‘Murder Capital of the World’, I just might have to.

“What’s going on here?” Crossing my arms, I stare down the two boys, who jump at the sound of my voice. They move closer to each other, glancing between each other and my brother. The one with brown hair squints his eyes at me, sizing me up, before speaking– in the MOST ridiculous voice– taking a step towards me.

“This is a private conversation, it doesn’t concern you.”

“Oh, I think it does.” I hate when I speak like this because I sound like such a mother, but sometimes that’s the only way to make children listen to you– and listen, they did. Both boys blink in mild fear and confusion as Sam sheepishly shrugs his shoulders. And that’s when I catch a glimpse of the comic in Sammy’s hands, “Oh, hell no. No way, no how.”

Holding my hand out, he places the comic down, giving the boys an ‘I told you so’ face, “I told them I don’t do horror comics.”

“And they still pushed this on you?” I’m annoyed– you can hear it clear as day– jutting out my hip, I place the comic down on top of the Superman comics, “Let’s learn a life lesson, shall we boys? When someone says ‘no’, don’t go and pester them, or push them into doing something they don’t want, or like. If you’re not careful, you might wind up in the pokey. Thankfully you two are young and can learn from this mistake,” Stepping forward, I jab them both in the chest, giving them a warning, “Don’t make it again.”

A few seconds of silence go by as the two glance at each other, nodding back at me. Smiling oh so sweetly, I beckon for Sam to follow outside.

“Okay, but I still haven’t gotten a comic I want yet.”

“Ugh, Sam.” Turning around, I tilt my head at him, as he pouts at me. Rolling my eyes, I hang my head, defeated, “Alright, get your effing comic, but be quick about it.”

As I turned away from the trio, I couldn’t help but hear the sounds of harsh whispering that sounded along the lines of ‘who is that’, ‘are you in danger’, and ‘she’s scary’. All of which brought a smile to my face, because let’s face it, when an Afro-Latin American woman tells you off, it’s scary as hell.

They are so lucky I can’t speak Spanish, I would’ve cursed them up and down until the coqui’s came home. Glancing at them from over my shoulder, I see that Sam does seem to be searching for a comic, but those boys are still trying to push the horror comic on him again. Growling, I get ready to tell them off, when I see movement out of the corner of my eye; turning to see what it is, it’s a group of people guffawing loudly, almost like they were intoxicated. Furrowing my brows, I watch as they laugh and sneer at… me, I guess… but they’re also eyeing the comics in the cart next to them.

“Uhm, do you know who works here?” I keep my eyes on the group of people, while speaking to the boys over my shoulder.

“Us. Why?” A part of me wants to keep quiet about what’s about to happen due to the amount of suspicion coming from ‘Baby Rambo’, but swallowing my pride, I point at the group.

“I think they’re–” I jump at the yell that came from the seemingly quiet, dark haired boy.

“--HEY, WAIT!” He takes off at the group with Baby Rambo in tow, “COME BACK, YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR THOSE!”

Puffing out my cheeks, I turn to Sam, who’s just as lost as I am. Not knowing what else to do, I point to the exit, “Wanna go home now?”

“Yes, please.” His voice is heavy as he shakes his head at what we just witnessed. I ruffle his hair, making him swat at me again, laughing I put my hands up in surrender, successfully lightning the mood.

“So where do you think Michael is?” My mind is going through a bunch of different scenarios as to what could’ve happened to Michael following a random girl on the boardwalk.

“Not sure, but if we see a girl running for her life, I think that means we found him.” We share a laugh, wiping our imaginary tears. Catching my breath, I pause for a moment, seeing a blur of blonde move through the crowd. Trying to see through the crowd, I lose sight of the blonde hair, frowning, I look back at Sam, but he’s not next to me anymore. Fear lurches in my chest as I look around for my baby brother, but instant relief washes over me when I spot him AND Michael. Breathing out a sigh, I walk over to them, hands in my pockets, “There you are, c’mon let’s go.”

Walking ahead of them, I hear Sammy chuckle, “She stiffed ya man, let’s go.”

At this I freeze, look over my shoulder with a face Sam describes as “The Joker”; basically, my eyes get wide with glee, and my smile is board line insane– according to Sam, but this is the same kid who thinks monsters live in his closet still. I’ll admit, it isn’t the most innocent of smiles, and it can be a bit creepy, but I just hit the ‘blackmail jackpot’! Who wouldn’t have an insane smile on their face, when they find the reason their brother’s being a total creep; I mean, just wait until mom hears about this!

Not moving from my spot, I reign in “The Joker” smile, glancing between Michael and the girl. She’s cute, with big brown doe eyes, even bigger brown curly hair, and she has a sweet kind of smile on her face, almost flirtatious, as she looks Mike up and down; but her smile fades away when she sees me. Raising a brow at her, I give her a smile of my own, sizing her up– unfortunately, the rest of her is blocked by a dude in all black.

Moving my attention to him, I can’t stop but smirk at the white hair he has; he gives me a once over, seemingly annoyed by my presence. At that moment Sam moves to my side, whispering something to me in my ear, but I wasn’t paying attention– he was giggling too much, and White Hair was staring at me hard. I’m not one to back down from a challenge, so I stared back just as fiercely. He shifts his gaze between Sam and I, and I guess something clicked, because the hardness in his eyes softens, and he smiles at me.

My own gaze softens as well, but instead of smiling, I squint at him, because that was a random 180, and nothing good comes from those. The sound of revving engines gets my attention, and I realize that there are more people with this duo. A brooding brunette with a child sitting on the back of his bike, who seems to be yelling at the person next to them, but that person isn’t paying any attention to the small boy; the reason being because they’re staring at me.

I’m greeted with an all too familiar grin, and mischievous hazel eyes; my eyes widen slightly at the sight of Marko, and that’s when I look over the group again. Locking eyes with Marko again, his smile confirms my unspoken thought.

These are his brothers.

He gives me a small nod, switching his gaze between Sam and Michael, I give him a lopsided grin, and a mild head bob, making him chuckle as he turns his gaze to the other blonde next to him– and this guy is… Woooo, I don’t think words can describe him. He has wild blonde hair, a black jacket, black mesh top, THE dirtiest white pants known to man, and seems to be headbanging like there’s no tomorrow.

… Huh, I described him… Sweet.

Shaking my head, I look back at Michael who is still staring at this girl like a love struck fool, and I don’t stop my eye roll. I’m never going to let him live this down– EVER! Looking down at my sneakers, I walk over to stand next to Michael, place my hand on his shoulder, squeezing it harshly. His tenses up, wincing as he finally acknowledges my existence… Well, the look on his face says that he had no idea I was there in the first place, so I give him the same look, only mockingly.

“What? Did you forget about me?” I send little glances to the girl, as she watches us with curious eyes, “That cuts deep, dude.” Michael gives the girl a sheepish, and embarrassed look as he brushes my hand off of him, and being the older sister I am, I’m going to take it a step further, “Wow, you don’t want me to touch you? That’s a first. Guess that means I won’t be sleeping in your room tonight then, huh?”

He snaps his head at me, cheeks turning red, with pleading eyes– to be fair, the last time Michael and I slept in the same room was when I was 10, and we shared a bunk bed, but these guys don’t need to know that.

So with a triumphant smirk, we watch as White Hair, snickers at Michael, and speeds off of the boardwalk with his gang in tow. Poor Michael, stands there, watching with a crestfallen face as the bikes disappear from our sights. Leaning on my hip, I sigh, watching with him for a few seconds before looking up at him.

“You know they aren’t coming back, just because you look so pathetic.”

“Shut up, Alex.” He sneers at me, bringing a smile to my face as Sam and I watch him stomp off. I nudge Sam, wiggling my eyebrows at him, “Watch this.” Sam looks at me expectantly, as I clear my throat, smiling, “~They’ll be back tomorrow night~!”

Mike stops in his tracks, looking at me over his shoulder with untrusting eyes. Sam laughs that the sudden interest Mike has now, and I smile as Mike’s face morphs into hope. He rushes back over to us, tightly holding my arms, he begins to shake me back and forth.

“Wait, they are?! How do you know?! Do you know her?! Did you talk to her?! What’s she–”

“Whoa, WHOA! Slow down, Lover Boy! Let’s just say I have a reliable resource.” I shake Mike off of me, smoothing out my jacket.

“Who?”

I frown at my brothers as they ask the same question almost in sync, “‘Who?’ What’re you guys? Owls?” Shaking my head, I walk ahead of them towards the exit, “Never mind who; c’mon let’s go find mom.”

Finding mom proved to be easier than we originally thought, because she was already waiting for us in the parking lot, as we neared the car, Sam started to tease Mike about how he struck out with Big Brown Doe Eyes. Mike retaliated by flicking Sam’s forehead and getting into the front seat before him. Sam whines about it, until I whisper in his ear.

“Let him have this, we have blackmail on our side.”

Sam’s face looks like it’s about to split in two from his smile, we side into the backseat, and mom looks at us with her sweet smile that crinkles around her eyes when something wonderful happens.

“I see smiles, did you all have fun?” Her voice is way more chipper than it’s been since we arrived in Santa Carla.

“Yeah, something like that.” I glance at the back of Mike’s head, as he glares at us from the rearview mirror. Looking back at mom, I incline my head to her, “But it seems like you’ve had a pretty good night too.”

“Oh! You’ll never believe it!” She gushes as she looks at each of us, we all have a pretty good idea as to why she’s happy, but we wait for her to share. Smiling even more brightly, she confirms our thoughts, “I got a job!”

“Yay! Congrats mom, that’s great.” Leaning over, I give her a hug and kiss her cheek.

“Does this mean we can get a TV now?” We all ignore Sam’s question, as we give mom her spotlight.

“Oh, thank you, sweetie. I wasn’t sure if I’d find a job, but I did.” Her smile is still going strong, and has me wondering if something more happened.

“She’s just really happy about getting a job.”

Pulling out of the parking lot, she turns the spotlight on us at the sound of Sam complaining about my ‘heavy bags crushing his feet’.

“So, Alex, did you have a good time?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” Giving her a light shrug, I hold up my four bags, “I got some jewelry for us to work on, but since you’ll be working I don’t know how much we’ll be able to do…”

“We’ll find time. I promise.” I match her smile as she gazes at me through the mirror; but there’s something bugging me– something about her smile that rubs me the wrong way. It’s so happy, and genuine– it’s one I haven’t seen in about 3 years– I don’t want to ask her if she ‘meet someone’ while job hunting, but the nosy part of me reaaaalllly wants to know.

“... No. Now’s not the time.” I glance at Sam and Mike, knowing that if mom really did find that ‘someone’ they aren’t going to be thrilled– hell! I’m not thrilled… but I should be, it’s just hard. Sighing, I lean against the door frame, watching the city lights blur by; the sound of bike engines has me looking around out of Sam’s window and my own I hunt for the bikers, and I’m not alone, Mike is doing the same thing, which gains mom’s attention.

“What? What’s going on?” She begins to panic a bit, as she looks at the dimly lit road, and then at us.

Mike and I share a look of mile disappointment, but reassuringly smile at her nonetheless, “Nothin’ mom, just need to watch out for bikers is all.”

“Oh, I thought I was about to hit something.” She breathes out a sigh, rolling her eyes the way only a mother can, as we continue home.

My mind is still occupied with mom’s smile and this new job, and sucking on my teeth I lean forward glancing up at her.

“She’s still smiling.” Biting the inside of my cheek, I clear my throat, “So, mom.”

“Hm?”

“This new job– what is it?” I try to keep my voice as light and as innocent as I can, but it’s kinda hard when her smile widens again.

“It’s at a video store–”

“So we are getting a TV?!” Sam leans against me, pushing my face into the back of mom’s seat. Growling, I elbow him in the gut, making him sit back wincing, “OW!”

“Back off!” My voice is low, as I glare it him, making him gulp and scoot away from me.

“-- Well, no, not quite. Televisions cost money, and I only just got my job. But if you want one so badly, you can always save up and buy one.” Mom’s genuine smile shifts into a playful one as she watches Sam’s hopefully continuance morph into one of confusion.

“But… I don’t have any money. I used up the rest of my allowance to get toys for Nanook, and we won’t get any ‘til you give it to us.” Sam is out of sorts as he goes huffs out a sigh, crosses his arms, glaring at the floor. Mom just laughs as she pulls off the highway towards the smaller streets.

“So it’s a video store, sounds fun.” I give mom a smile, bringing her back on topic, and that ‘oh so happy’ smile is back, “Which store?”

“VideoMax.” She’s beaming.

“Uh-huh– met anyone?” Calm down, Alex, again, she could just be excited about the job.

Letting out a chuckle, I shake my head, “I like how I asked ‘which store’ like I know where anything is here. God, I’m an idiot.”

“At least you finally admitted it.” Mike chimes from the front, smiling mockingly at me, to which I respond with a smack to the back of his head, “Wha– HEY!”

“That’s for thinking you were being cute.” I glare at him as mom chides the both of us, “He started it.”

“Did not!”

“Did too.”

“Guys, please! We’re almost home– look, we all just had a nice night out, let’s not ruin it with petty arguments.” Mom looks at the both of us pleadingly, waiting for our answers; rolling our eyes, we give each other stony smiles ‘apologizing’ and looking out our respective windows.

Michael and I haven’t always been like this, but I can’t figure out why he’s turned into a dick around me, but if he doesn’t change his tune, he’s going to get punched in the face. For now, I’m just going to chalk it up to the move making things different and stressful. We still love each other– we both know that, and mom knows it. Unfortunately, she also knows we don’t mean our apologies, but she’s not going to push us since we’ve appeased her. Sighing, she continues to talk about ‘VideoMax’ and her boss, but I tune her out, glancing up at the moon, the cloudy night, and the few stars that can be seen, and the body falling out of the sky–...

Looking back over the ocean, I frantically look for any signs of a body hitting the water, but I never see any. Blinking in confusion, I try to focus on the water again, but I still don’t see anything– it’s too dark, and we’re too far away.

“I need to get a grip, how would a body fall OUT of the sky? There aren’t any planes.” For good measure I look up searching for airplane lights, and there aren’t any. Gulping, I shake the forbidding feeling that moves up my back, settling on my neck. Rubbing my neck, I can’t help but wince at the feeling of hands squeezing my shoulders; shivering, I zip up my jacket, looking up at the sky again, “It was all in your head. Relax, Alex.”

“Yeah, relax.”

It almost feels like someone whispered deep in my ear– which would really be in my head, but it wasn’t my voice, it was foreign, and it sounded like a guy. I glance at Sam, but he’s in his own little corner of the car, probably still thinking about his TV problem, while Mike is leaning his back on the seat, eyes closed.

“Alright, so… it wasn’t either of them.” Looking in the trunk with fear and timid movements, I’m greeted with an empty, dark trunk, “... I’m losing my mind. Awesome.”

I wasn’t able to dwell on my questionable grip on sanity, because mom has already pulled into her parking spot, turns off the car, turning to look at us with that smile again. Not sure if I should feel grateful or not for the car coming to a stop, as we take that as the queue to get out and head inside; I’m the last one out, since no one wanted to help me with my damn bags.

Huffing, I pick up a few pieces that slipped out of one of the bags under the driver's seat. Reaching under mom’s seat, I pull out the last skull charm, placing it in my jacket pocket as I flip my braids out of my face, “I’m gonna beat up that little imp, next time I see him.”

I’m not so annoyed with the fact that he snagged a few things, as I am that he put them IN MY BAGS, and didn’t say anything. If he got caught, we both would’ve gotten in trouble, and I’m not trying to make my mark in Santa Carla a bad one… at least not yet.

Slamming the door closed, I start my little trek to the house, taking a moment to look up at the sky again. Smiling, I close my eyes as a breeze blows by…

“See~...Ya~.... Alex~.”

Opening my eyes quickly, I look around the fairly well lit walkway, but with a frantic expression that would have my brothers in stitches. My heart is pounding in my ears, as I press my lips in a thin, tight line, slightly sucking them in, trying to hold back any potential scream from coming out prematurely.

Not gonna lie, the voice almost sounded like Marko, but there’s no way.

Is there?

Not seeing, or hearing anything, I open my mouth ready to ask the age-old question that gets people killed in every horror movie…

“Nope, not today.” Booking it to the front door, I swing open the door, making Papa E look at me with a scrutinizing gaze. Closing the front door, and locking it, I give him a wide awkward smile as I make my way to my room.

“You alright there, kiddo?”

“Oh, yeah! Totally not hearing things in the wind or anything.” I giggle out nervously as Papa E stares at me for a few seconds with the same expression– it almost seems like he’s trying to figure me out, but then he just blinks, gives me a nod, and takes a swig from his root beer, making his way to his Red Room. I look at him confused, “Uh, okay… Good– good night?”

Shaking my head, I head to my room, tossing the bags on top of my suitcase, laying down with a heavy sigh. Taking out the skull charm, I stare into its black eyes, thinking back on the events of the night. Tonight was definitely one for the books, I did things I wouldn’t have normally done back in Phoenix. Maybe this move was exactly what we all needed, who knows what lies ahead? This is our fresh start, a new chapter in our lives where we don’t have to worry about so asshole making our lives miserable anymore. We have a chance at something great, something wonderful.

“Marko, huh?” Grinning widely, I toss the charm in my suitcase, and get ready for bed.

While I brush my teeth, I pick up my book rereading what I skipped over– which wasn’t much, “Cha’ter 3, ‘Sh-ing, O Muse o’ Hermes, t’e Sh-on of Zeus,’ blah blah blah…” Spitting out the toothpaste, I rinse quickly, making my way back to my room, reading on the way, “‘... Cronion wooed the fair-haired damsel without the ken of the deathless gods or mortal men. Now when the purpose of mighty Zeus was fulfilling…’ Zeus really doesn’t know how to keep it in his tunic.” Making my way to my room downstairs, I slip under the covers, opening my book again, “‘... In that hour she gave birth to a son, subtle of wit and wile, a robber,’ this sounds vaguely familiar, ‘a reiver of cattle, a captain of thieves, a prowler of the night, a pilferer at gates, who was ere long to make known fine doings among the immortal gods.’” Closing my book, I stare at my comforter with a deep crease in my brow, “Is… Is the universe telling me Marko is Hermes?”

Shifting my eyes around my room, I seemingly wait for someone to just pop up and give me the answer, but of course that isn’t going to happen. Of course, Marko isn’t the god Hermes, even if he does seem to be an almost perfect replica of the god.

“Even if he does have similarities to Hermes, he isn’t him at all.” Scoffing at myself, I place my book on my nightstand, turning off my lamp, “‘Sides, it’s not like he can fly.”

Laughing to myself, I close my eyes, falling into a deep and calming sleep.

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