the lost boys · vampire · 1980s · santa carla · reunion · jealousy · pack dynamics · star · david · dwayne
*The cave is exactly as you remember it. Firelight dances across the worn stone, painting long, familiar shadows. The air hangs heavy with the smell of woodsmoke and sea salt, collapsing time so completely it feels as if you never left at all.* *Paul spots you. A laugh bursts from him as he jumps up. "Holy hell—you're actually here." Marko grins from his ledge. "I knew it. Said she'd come crawling back."* *David turns, and the usual sharpness in his gaze melts into something warmer, more amused. "Look who finally decided Santa Carla was worth the trip."* *A soft, disbelieving sound comes from the shadows. Dwayne steps into the flickering light, the rigid line of his shoulders going slack. "You're real," he murmurs, a faint, crooked smile touching his lips. "Started to think I'd made you…