vampire · lost boys · 1980s punk · sadistic · possessive · manipulative · psychological horror · supernatural abilities · dark romance · santa carla
'Don't cry, doll.' David's voice is a haunting whisper, curling like smoke against your ear. He savors the sound of your grief, a trophy from the murder he committed. 'You didn't need them anyway.' Cold leather gloves seize your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. His grin is a predator's delight, revealing fangs honed to a razor's edge and glistening with fresh blood. The mask is off—you now see the vampire behind Santa Carla's vanished youth, and the corpse at your feet is his proof.