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It's Just a Movie - The Sequel: Part 16 (The Lost Boys x Fem!Reader)

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Warnings: blood pack drinking, cursing, descriptions of violence, mostly exposition, also lol hi everyone

Word Count: 2.2k

As the early light filtered through the Emerson house, you could hear the water shut off in the bathroom. Even rooms away, you could hear Star’s radio. ‘Mony Mony’ played loud enough for her to hear over the shower, and you could hear her footsteps padding across the tile as she stepped out. Despite all her collected tapes, she still listened to the top 100 stations whenever she was in a rush. Quickly, you tried to think of anything except Billy Idol and who he reminded you of.

You didn’t have to focus anymore to hear the kitchen below. Lucy hummed to herself as she unloaded the dishes from the dishwasher, and you could hear Grandpa’s morning conversation with his daughter and her soft chirps back at his quips. Laddie was still sleeping, and you could hear his even breathing. He slept the latest, the young boy getting the most slack out of everyone in the house. In a few moments, Lucy would check the time and then call above to get everyone moving. C’mon everyone! The bus doesn’t wait for lazy-bones! Michael was in his room, and you could hear him counting his pushups. Hear the quick beating of his heart. Sam was shuffling around his room after finally giving up on slapping his relentless alarm clock's snooze button. Nanook whined, and you could hear that Sam was asking him about the better between two shirts.

Your breathing was even as you hovered in your room. Your eyes were closed, your legs were criss-crossed, and your thirst was a dull tickle in your throat. The sore throat that never subsided. You had made that joke to Lucy once in the past few weeks, and the face she made was enough for you to not make it again.

Weeks. The thought made you falter in the air. Your legs were quick to catch you, so quick that any of the humans would’ve thought you’d meant to get down. Weeks on vampire blood, on sleepless nights and drowsy days, and on attempting to choke down whatever Lucy tried to feed you. Weeks since you’d talked to them. Really talked to them. You didn’t count their attempts to catch you on the boardwalk.

You flitted across your room and grabbed your shades. You slipped them on as you felt the sun start to pour through your window. Blinds and dark curtains could only do so much. Every inch the sun rose was more weight on your tired mind. But, Lucy didn’t like to see you sleep through your days, and it was easier to just make the daily appearance at breakfast rather than have her concern keep you up past lunch.

You were sluggish as you left your room. Sam ran up to you as soon as his door closed, and you knew he’d probably been waiting for the sound of your door to open. He was more hyper than Nanook, rattling off so quickly that you couldn’t even begin to process. Your brain was shutting off, even if your body trudged down the hall like a zombie.

The quickest way to shut him up was to ruffle his neatly combed hair, and to gently push him out of the way as you went for the stairs. Finally, your brain caught up with his mouth.

“C’mon, you promised to take me! Michael’s going out with Star and mom doesn’t want me on the boardwalk anymore, and I don’t wanna be stuck with Grandpa on a Friday night-” Friday. Was it Friday already? The weekdays seemed to go by in a blur. You couldn’t remember this promise Sam was clinging to, but you didn’t doubt that he’d probably weaseled it in when the sun was high and you were agreeing to anything he said as long as he left you alone to sleep.

“Hey. Tell me how you really feel, Sammy.” Grandpa said from the kitchen, sporting his usual bathrobe and shades. At least you weren’t the only one affected by the sun in this house. You sighed as you walked towards the table, Sam following at your heels.

“Sammy, you know I can’t.” You said. Weekends were for one thing. He was quick to whine, and you were quicker to shut him up with a simple. “I have plans.” You said, and he knew that you did. Your routine had become almost suffocatingly strict.

“But, even you said so yourself, you’re not making any progress, so,” You knew where he was going with this, and, luckily, you didn’t have to be the one to tell him to shut up.

“Sam.” Lucy said. She was putting plates of eggs and toast on the table. The stereotypical movie breakfast. You would’ve brightened at the sight if you had any appetite.

The argument lost your focus as you heard the three sets of footsteps down the stairs. You closed your eyes for a moment, bracing yourself for another tense morning.

Star had barely spoken to you since that day, and, despite your best attempts to not take offense, it was starting to get ridiculous. She kept Laddie tight next to her most days, and decided to firmly distrust vampires, half-vampires, and vampire hunters alike. So, out of everyone she knew, that left three. Michael, Lucy, and Laddie.

You couldn’t entirely blame her either. Michael was less prejudiced, and he, at least, greeted you in the morning.

“Hey, what’s goin’ on?” He said as he headed for the table. Star barely threw you a glance as she glided to her seat, and Laddie wiped his eyes as he followed her. He gave you a weak, sleepy hello, and you returned it.

“Sam is begging me to take him to a movie.” You said, and this piqued Laddie’s interest. He looked to Sam, his long brown hair flipping as he did.

“Movie?” He asked, and Sam quickly sighed. From that, you guessed this wasn’t something Lucy would let Laddie see. Which also potentially meant this wasn’t something Lucy would let Sam see. Now, you were seeing how you fit into this plan.

“Me and the Frogs.” Sam quickly said, and Michael let out a knowing sound. The sound of a brother who had already dodged this bullet earlier in the week.

“Well, Sam, you don’t need anyone to take you to the movies. You can go with your friends.” Lucy said, oblivious as to why Michael or you would be needed. Sam grimaced, and you could tell he already regretted bringing it up in front of Lucy. Sam could fight vampires, but he still couldn’t go see a R-rated movie.

“Well, you see, Mom…I need one of them to buy my ticket.” He started, eyes on his plate as he scraped his fork against it. You shot him a look, but he missed it. He was better off just dropping it while he was ahead, but he didn’t seem to realize that yet.

“You didn’t spend your allowance already, did you?” Lucy exclaimed, but Sam was quick to interrupt.

“No! No. It’s just,” He picked up his orange juice, visibly debating if he should even tell her the truth. It was like watching a car crash. Suddenly, you wished you could help the kid out. You shot a look at Michael, and this brother caught it. He frowned over his eggs.

Your plans were non-negotiable, his were not. He sighed.

“I’ll take you tomorrow. How ‘bout that, Sam?” Michael quickly interjected. There, everyone’s happy. You thought. But, when your eyes made the mistake of landing on Star, you knew that couldn't be true. Star gave you a hard look. It wasn't quite mean or mad, but it definitely wasn't happy. You knew this look. It was her, This is your fault look. And, you could only think, For what this time?

That wasn't the point. She can't go out? Your fault. She and Michael can't take the car? Your fault. A glass breaks, weather changes, water won't get hot. Somehow, always, your fault.

Frankly, you were getting tired of it, and maybe it was the morning, maybe it was weeks of a pain that never ended, or maybe it was just the fact that you were plain pissed off by it. Whatever the reason, your eyes flashed yellow behind your shades.

It was strange how you could feel it. Never before in your life could you change something about your body that was an actual bodily function, and you never imagined being able to feel it the more it happened. You were quick to rub your eyes with your hands, willing them to go away, willing the flood of thoughts about blood and violence away, willing the waves of anger to subside. But, the tides only rose, and you pushed yourself away from the table with a shriek of the chair. Nanooks whine accompanied your footsteps, and that got everyone's attention, if your abrupt exit of the table didn't.

“You okay, honey?” Lucy asked, and you didn't answer as you practically threw the refrigerator door open. You grabbed one of the blood bags from the covered slot where the butter used to be. It made you laugh the first time you saw it. You'd quipped, What? Grandpa gets a shelf and I don't? You couldn't think of what his reply had been as you ripped off the top.

You didn't like to drink in front of the Emerson's, but you weren't thinking about that right now.

You chugged it fast, and, in your head, you imagined some angle in the film. The horrifying sight of the family appearing through the quickly emptying bag of plastic. It was gone in, maybe, ten seconds. Your brain quickly rattled off the Frogs voices, About half a liter in each bag and there's only five in the human body. Ten of these, that's what those assholes drink. Those were the words in your mind as you reached for the next one, but you stopped yourself.

Relief. Peace. Calm. It was instant, and your movements weren't so fast this time. They slowed to almost human pace, and you felt like you could breathe again. The rage pulled back like a wave, leaving the shores of your mind for now. Your eyes faded back to normal.

You closed the fridge.

When you looked at the Emerson's, they were all staring at you. Time caught up with you, and you remembered that Lucy had asked you a question. Everything had happened so fast, and now you were the one dragging.

“Yeah, just thirsty.” You said, and you let out a burp by accident. Sam made a face of disgust, always being the most prudish, and Laddie laughed. The elder members of the family didn't seem to find things as funny. Michael frowned, and said,

“You got something..” His voice was soft, as he gestured to the corner of his own mouth. You were quick to wipe at yours, and, sure enough, you wiped red, sticky blood off your face. Shit. You thought, and you turned away while you got the rest. When you pulled your hand away, you noticed your nails were still long. Your claws. Shit. You hid your hands in your pockets when you turned back to them.

You gulped. Everyone was still staring at you, even if Lucy, Laddie, and Sam were politely trying to eat to make it look like they weren't. You walked back to the table, trying with all your might to be normal. To be human. But, you had blended your human and vampire side more and more with each passing day, and it seemed now it was getting to a point where you couldn't hide it from yourself any longer. Hell, you couldn't hide it from the Emerson's either. They saw it. They all saw it.

The silence was stretching on too long, and there was only one thing you could think to say to finally kill it.

“I'll take Sam and the Frogs.” You said, your hands gripping the back of your chair. Sam was the first to spark at those words, but your eyes went to Stars. It was a peace offering. Not that she knew for what. It was your own apology for imagining ripping her throat out and drinking her dry at the table. She stared, and, in Stars way, she accepted it. She silently turned back to her plate and drank her orange juice. Relief hit you again, but it was nothing close to the first wave. You interrupted Sam's instant ramble with, “It'll make me feel better if he's with me, and… he's right. I haven't made any progress with the coven.” You admitted the last part with a sigh. Taking the bullet from Grandpa over your failure or Sam telling his mom he wanted to see an R-Rated movie, which was worse?

He eyed you, silent for a moment. You both ignored Sam's cheers and him running away from the table to get ready. You couldn't hear his thoughts, but you could read his eyes. Failure to get information was failure to move things along, and Grandpa didn't want these vampires in his town. You didn't want those hunters here either, and neither party would leave until we found out what was going on. Sense told you to stick with your lead. The coven wouldn't drop a bomb on your lap and then leave you with it to switch to driving around town forever. But, if you dug into the back of your mind, into where memories of early summer… You felt something. A pull. Telling you the movies were exactly where you needed to be.

He chewed, clamping his lips together with a slap before he switched to his own mask. He cut into his eggs as he said,

“I suppose you'll be asking for my car, heh?"

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