Michael, Michael, Michael…— You’re one of us now bud!
David leaned forward a bit to make room for her to sit. “Daddy-O?” He chuckled, looking back at the young woman. “That’s a new one. Never heard that one before, but I’ll take it.” His eyes widened slightly, taking in the sight. “That’s definitely new too…” He reached out to help her get on the bike and made sure she was secure. “You good, sweetheart? Let me know if you’re not comfortable. I won’t leave till I know you’re good.” He could play the gentleman role well when he needed to, considering he had so many years of practice. He had many instances of trial and error and knew just what to say in most situations. “…Nice to meet you, Gwen. The name’s David.”
Marko grinned smugly at the older man:
“How’s it goin’, David?”
“It’s goin’ good… I ran into Paul. Good to know you guys are still alive…” He snickered, crossing his arms. “What took you guys so long to come back?”
“Dunno ‘bout pissed. I could’ve just kept sleepin’, honestly. Dreams were real weird though.” Leaving it at that, the brunette yawned widely and grabbed a cigarette from the pack she’d been given, popping it between her lips and keeping it unlit while she changed.
“This hangover is nuts,” Myra commented, trying to figure out what to do with her hair. She settled for just running her fingers through it a few times until it was lightly spiked up all over the place. She didn’t have any hairspray, so this would have to do. “Thristy as hell and it feels like someone’s tryin’ to jackhammer their way into my skull.”
“Dun fuckin’ call me kiddo, Monkey!” She shouted after the blond, scowling at his back while she laced up her shoes. “M’older than Marko, I bet.”
Paul only grinned at his brother and snickered, shaking his head as he nuged him right back and moved to follow David. “This should be pretty entertaining.”
After pulling her studded vest on, the brunette contemplated leaving her bag behind, and ended up throwing it on at the last second, bounding towards the entrance to the cave while she lit her cigarette. She was nauseous, it seemed, and the smell of the ocean just outside the mouth of the cave was not helping any. Taking her time climbing up to the cliff where the boys were, she stopped just long enough to catch her breath and look out at the lights of the city just in front of them. Finally looking back to the boys, the weary looking young woman smirked and raised a brow. “Am I ridin’ with you again, Monkey?”
“Trust me, you’ll be much better off with us than laying around here sleeping. You said you’re feelin’ hungry, right? There’s no use sitting around the cave hungry as hell when you could come out with us and eat…” He smirked wide. “…As much as you want.”
“Hey, I did warn you about the wine… But since lil’ miss tough stuff wanted to show she could roll with the big boys, I didn’t stop you.” He snorted, shrugging his shoulders. “That’s normal though. Drink too much of that stuff and you’re bound to be real thirsty.” He grinned. “But don’t worry. We’ll get that taken care of real soon.” He waved her over to hurry and follow her outside.
He snorted, hearing her voice echo through the cave as he made his way outside. He knew that calling her kiddo was bound to rile her up, but he found the banter between the two to be most entertaining.
“…She probably is older than Marko.” He laughed, glancing over at Dwayne and Paul. He turned to face Marko and shrugged. “Sorry Marko, looks like you’re still the baby.” He walked over, playfully tousling the younge blonde’s hair. “Just gonna have to deal with it till we find someone younger.” He snorted, getting on his bike.
He watched the young woman make her way up the cliff and smirked, crossing his arms. “Well, well… Nice of you to join us. Finished beautifying yourself?” He joked, patting the seat of his bike. “If you’re up for ridin’ with me, that’s fine…”
“Woah, woah…” He held his hands up and chuckled. Her fear was clear on her face and it only motivated David further to go in for the kill. There was nothing more appetizing to him than a human that was consumed by their fear. “…Morgan Music Academy, huh? It’s closed at this time, kid.” He snickered, blowing out smoke. “And sure… I guess you can come with me.” This was all too easy for him. It almost as if the young woman was asking to be his evening meal. “Hop on.”
Myra could have slept forever. Though, her dreams had been rather strange. Full of unintelligible whispering and visions of blood and carnage that could only come out of a bad horror movie. David had been part of it and had been her teacher of sorts as Myra herself committed the violent acts seemingly without a care in the world; the others had all sat back and watched with frightening grins on their faces.
Grumbling a little when she was nudged awake, the brunette cracked her eyelids and winced against a searing pain that seemed to travel from her skull, to the very center of her gut. “Sweet Jesus,” taking a minute to adjust to the pain, Myra looked up at David and raised an eyebrow. “Out? Out where?”
“Boardwalk,” Paul answered, coming over to stand beside David with a grin on his pretty face. “And you’re coming with us. We can’t leave you here.”
“Y’dun trust me?” Looking between the two blonds, Myra finally sat up and pushed her fingers through her hair, making a face. She needed a shower and she sure as hell wasn’t going to get one here. “Lemme change first, okay? Y’can stand there if y’want, I dun care.”
Rooting through her bag for a fresh set of shorts and another ratty tee, she made a mental note to panhandle for some cash later -or even look for a job- so she could buy some newer clothes. Looking to the boys once more, the brunette stripped off what she had on with a nonchalant look on her face, and redressed herself.
“Y’weren’t kiddin’ ‘bout this headache, were you?” she said to David as she shoved her feet into her boots. “What time is it, anyway?”
“A little after sundown.” Marko answered, watching her change until Dwayne gave him a hard smack to the head. Turning to glare at his brother, the young blond said something about getting the bikes out before he disappeared.
“I dun care if anyone looks.” Myra repeated after Marko had left. “Y’get used to changin’ in front of people when you’re on the road. S’no skin off my nose. Hey, if we’re goin’ to the Boardwalk, can I maybe get somethin’ to eat? Fuckin’ starvin’. Gut hurts real bad.”
David leaned over the brunette, grinning wide. “Hey, we never said anything about not trusting you… We’re headin’ out to the boardwalk and we just figured you’d want to come with us. You know you’d be pissed if we left you, sweetheart.” He smirked smugly. “And I told you… My stuff is the real deal. You’ll be feelin’ it for days.” He looked over at Paul and shrugged his shoulders, taking a step back to let Myra stand up.
He crossed his arms and looked away when she began to strip down. He smirked to himself, seeing that she had clearly made herself at home and was by no means shy. He burst into laughter, seeing Marko practically ogling her and quickly getting a smack to the head from Dwayne. He couldn’t blame his brother for staring, considering he was the youngest and had seen the least action out of all of them. “Jesus, Marko… Why don’t we get you a Playboy and call it a day?” He snickered, watching him walk off.
“You don’t have to ask.” He chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly. “We’re actually going over to the boardwalk to get a bite to eat too… Right guys?” He smirked darkly, staring over at Dwayne and Paul who had just as sinister looking smiles on their faces. He turned on his heel and made his way toward the cave entrance. “Meet you guys out there… Don’t take too long, kiddo.” He snorted, walking off.
Dwayne could already see where this was going. It was bound to be a repeat of last night’s snarky remarks between the two, now that David had started their little battle of sass and wit all over again. He laughed and rolled his eyes, giving Paul a nudge. “Here we go again.”
“I could care less if I’m still injured. I would still want to beat the shit out of him.” Imogen spat resting back into the couch leaning against the soft cushion, not wanting to be nursed back to health. She could tell by the looks on Eve’s face she was more than just angry about what her and David’s altercation with Adrian her ex, though she hated seeing that Eve felt guilty for the attacks. “It’s not your fault, Eve. You couldn’t prevent that.” she told Eve who sat next to her. Hearing heavy footsteps Imogen looked up seeing her mate making his towards the couch, “… Babe, you shouldn’t be walking around this house, I told you to stay in bed.” Imogen sat up from the couch.
Before she could get up to help him David had already made it back to the couch to sit next to Imogen. Letting out a heavy sigh Imogen brought her legs up on the couch sitting indian style. Looking up at her mate’s question she licked her bottom and tilted her head to the right resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m okay… okay as I can be with a gash in my head. But I’m able to walk around, the dizziness has calmed down more just can’t make sudden movements, and I’m close to being able concentrate on things now, it’s a start. Just haven’t been able to wash my hair, which is a horrible downside.” she frowned.
“And you, your the once who has a gash in his side, not only a gash, you were the one who had holy water burn him too.” Imogen moved his shirt up seeing the bandage still wrapped around his stomach she smirked, “You kept it on… that’s a shock.” Imogen chuckled.
“I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I strongly suggest you do a rain check on that one, love. With a gash like that, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be plotting revenge any time soon. Trust me, I want to get back at Adrian just as much as you do. I can’t make excuses for him anymore. He’s not the man he was when I met him.” She looked down, running her fingers through her hair. “…I don’t think I can reason with him at this point.” She stared at Imogen in concern. “…It’s just hard… I thought I knew him. Love isn’t supposed to be destructive like this.” She clenched her fists, getting angrier with each moment she thought about it.
“…Immy, no matter what you say, this is my fault. Maybe you two would’ve been better off if I had never met you…” She clenched her jaw, blinking back tears. At this point, she had honestly felt as though her very presence had done more harm than good. As much as she knew that Immy and David loved her like a sister, she couldn’t help but feel like she was at fault for Adrian’s return. She tensed upon sensing David’s presence enter the room. She could tell that he was still very defensive since he was in such bad shape, and needed to protect his mate. “…So he got you too, huh?” She bit her lip, looking down.
She saw how the two seemed so happy despite their injuries and couldn’t help but smile. They were so happy to be alive and with one another, they were willing to ignore whatever pain they felt to help get the other’s mind off of the situation. “…You two are really something, you know that?”
David snickered, shrugging his shoulders at his mate. “…Babe, you know it’s not the worst I’ve been through before. Remember that time that bastard Chambers left me for dead?” He snorted, “That was a fun recovery… Christ. Three broken bones, a torn up shoulder and a gash to the leg. Fuck. It makes me ache just thinkin’ about it…” He looked down at the stab wound and winced, “…Not to say this doesn’t hurt like a bitch.”
He grinned, eyeing her as he leaned back against the soft couch pillows. “Taking it like a trooper… I knew you had what it took to be one of us.” He winked, giving her a playful nudge as best as he could, trying not to move too much. He didn’t want to cause any more unnecessary pain to his side. “…You’re gonna be okay babe. Once Eve stitches you up and you get a good amount of blood, you should be well on your way to healing up.” He smiled, placing his hand on her shoulder. “Just don’t fall asleep.”
David could see how distraught Eve was over the whole situation and sighed softly. “Evie, look at it this way… You may be a huge pain in the ass, but you’re our pain in the ass.” He snorted. “And plus, you helped us stop Chris from taking over Santa Carla. You think someone who causes nothin’ but trouble could do something like that?” He smirked at her. “…Besides, Adrian was always an asshole. Even you have to admit that. I’ll tell you one thing, I feel sorry for the poor bastard once Chris gets his hands on him.” He snorted at the thought of Cristian tearing the man to shreds. “Though I hope he’ll save some of the action for me. I want to rip a few of his limbs too…. So tell Chris not to be greedy.”
He sighed heavily and leaned back further to adjust himself. He was finding it really hard to sit comfortably with such a painful stinging and burning to his side. “….I need a smoke.” He groaned.
“I don’t think he’ll ever not be the baby,” Paul snickered, taking out his rolling papers and a bag of weed from his pocket. “I mean, he’ll always be younger than all of us. Even the new girl is older than him, I think.”
“If it’s somethin’ y’want that badly, then yeah. I’ma make you wait for it.” Myra grinned at him, finally accepting the beer Marko had been trying to give her for five minutes now. Popping the cap off of it, she took a long drink and sighed.
“Yeah, yeah. We’ll see.” Rolling her eyes at him, the brunette focused on her beer and her cigarette. She found it hard to believe that there could be anything in this cave that would give her a hangover so bad that she’d regret drinking. The only thing that ever really gave her any trouble when she drank was tequila.
“That’s cool,” Myra didn’t know what else to say about it. The beer and the weed and the wine had all seemed to mix together in her body, and was slowly starting to put her to sleep. Despite the loud music, she felt her eyes getting heavy, and she rolled onto her side to put the cigarette out and the beer bottle back on the floor. Curling up on the bed to watch the fire as she dozed, she hoped in the back of her mind that it wouldn’t get too cold in the cave when that fire was eventually put out.
Dwayne grinned at his brother and nodded in agreement. “True, but I don’t think he knows that. He thinks he’s off the hook.” He chuckled and grabbed a can of beer. He opened it and chugged it down before crushing the can in his hand. “Let’s just let him fool himself into thinking that. It’ll be a hell of a laugh when he realizes he’s always gonna be the baby in our eyes.”
David snorted and rolled his eyes at the brunette. He had to admit, the girl was definitely one of the toughest he had met before. He’d met plenty of young women who were all talk and no action, but refreshingly Myra had been able to back up everything she said. Perhaps she would have would it took to ride with the guys, but he couldn’t be too sure just yet. The worst was yet to come and she hadn’t begun to fully experience the change.
He could see that she was slowly beginning to tire herself out and chuckled, “Looks like the party animal is finally calling it quits. I gotta say, I’m impressed. Chugged down my bottle of wine, smoked some weed and downed a few beers and still managed to party with the guys. Good luck with that hangover though.” He snorted and gave a salute in a mocking way. “Get some sleep, troublemaker.” He snickered, standing up and looking over at the boys. “Speaking of which, the sun’s comin’ up… Lets hit it, guys.”
Dwayne stood up, dusting off his pants and stretched before he let out a soft yawn. “Sounds good to me, man…” He pat Paul’s back and made his way to follow David.
The next evening had rolled around as the boys had slept all throughout the day. David awoke first and the rest of the boys had followed suit a few moments later. David had made his way over to the bed where Myra was still sound asleep and smirked slightly. He knew that by now the wine had definitely taken effect, and her real test would begin.
He gently nudged the brunette and whispered. “Hey… Hey, wake up. We’re heading out.”
David smirked slightly, taking in the young woman’s scent. He was hoping to get a quick and easy meal and perhaps she would be the one to give him that in a few moments. He could see she wasn’t making eye contact with her and he could practically smell her fear as if it were thick in the air. He took a step toward the woman and took a drag of his cigarette. “Where are you headed?” He raised an eyebrow. “I know this place like the back of my hand… Tell me where you’re goin’ and I can take you there in no time.”
He glanced over to the boys and smirked. He was certain this would be easy, though the boardwalk was a bit slow this evening and killing the first person that was practically gift wrapped to him would’ve been a waste. Perhaps he’d take time with this hunt of his and play his little games of the mind to scare his victim before going in for the kill.