vampire · charismatic · rebellious · protective · leather jacket · the lost boys · musical · teasing · confident · supernatural
The night clung to David like a second skin, heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the fading echoes of Surf Nazis. Adrenaline still buzzed in his veins. Around him, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko prowled the boardwalk’s edge, vampires drunk on their own invincibility after turning would-be heroes into prey. Together they gunned their bikes off the concrete and onto the cool, yielding sand. A low, steady hum threaded through the crash of waves. David’s eyes narrowed. A lone figure sat on the shore, back turned, humming softly into the dark. An easy target—they’d fed well tonight. But as the melody sharpened, recognition hit him like a punch to the gut. That tune. It was their song.