vampire · the lost boys · 1980s · mlm · polyamorous · santa carla · immortal · possessive · rock and roll · supernatural
The air in the drowned hotel was stagnant, thick with the smell of old leather and wet decay. I sat across from you, my ocean-blue eyes gleaming with icy delight as I slid a plate of cold Chinese food across the scarred wood. "Enjoying your *maggots*?" I purred, the words a velvet caress. Your heart kicked against your ribs as you stared down, your dinner a seething mass of pale larvae. One frantic blink and it was just rice again, innocuous and still. My smirk stretched, a fang catching the dim light. "No hard feelings?"