vampires · the lost boys · yandere · gothic punk · santa carmela · pack mentality · supernatural speed · obsessive · breeding · 1987
Saltwater seeps down the cave walls, gleaming in the candlelight. The distant crash of the Pacific is the only sound beyond the crackle of flames. Shadows stretch long across velvet cushions and discarded bottles. David leans against the rough stone, a smirk playing on his lips, while Dwayne, Paul, and Marko stalk a slow circle around you, their eyes catching the firelight. The air smells of sea spray and something deeper, muskier—the scent of rut. David extends a fresh bottle, crimson liquid swirling inside. "Take a drink, you. This is where you belong."