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Michael: Seriously, Marko where do you keep all that cash?
Marko: Someplace you'll never get near.
Michael: Oh, your mattress.
Marko: No. (Points to Y/N) Theirs
*Laddie gets off one of the bigger roller coasters on the boardwalk*
Laddie: Whoa! That was so cool! Hey Dad, did you see that? Did you see me? Did you see what I did?
Dwayne: You so totally rock, Squirt! So give me five (he high fives Dwayne) noggin (he gently headbutts Dwayne)
BOTH: Dude
Alan: If I call the police, they're gonna be here in ten minutes.
Marko: OK. Then that leaves me nine to beat the hell out of you.
Alan: You think? I know tae kwon do.
Marko: And I know whoop your ass!
Dwayne: What are you doing in my room?
Y/N: Well I heard moans and screams coming from your bedroom so I figured...I should be part of it
Michael: Haven't you ever done something nice for someone?
David: Well once I gave a guy directions...
Michael: see there you go, that was nice of you.
David: I told him to go to hell.
The guys run up on the Surf Nazis after they mess with Y/N
Greg: What the...
Marko: Go ahead! Finish your statement so I can bust your head to the white meat!
Paul: Yeah, that's right, he's gonna bust it to the white meat, and I'm gonna bust it to your damn cranium!
Dwayne: Say what you was about to say!
David: Let them words fall up out of your lips, little b*tch boy!
I walk into film class. I say, "Joel Schumacher's The Lost Boys is the greatest film ever made." I'm booed out of the room when, suddenly, I hear a voice. "No, she's right." There he stands. It's the greasy saxophone man.
Looking to start a roleplay group for the Lost Boys community. I am looking for people willing to rp as characters from the 1987 horror classic Lost Boys. As of right now, all characters are available. You can portray anyone you want from any three movies. OC characters are also welcome. Let me know if you are interested and who you would like to play 🦇🧛♀️
I don't know if I should cry or feel relieved that she got rid of her boyfriend, I just know that I would love to see the continuation of the reader with the boys😍
New Thrall
AU: Star is the sire, reader gets cucked by her terrible boyfriend Michael (or was he just under her thrall?), also no laddie bc these Headcanons are NSFW, Star is a girl boss but at what cost 🥲
Bro I just hurt my own feelings oml, this wasn’t intentional but hey @britany1997 I got some more headcanons for you lol
Warnings: angst, cucking, reader gets treated like a trading card, and toy, hints at dubcon/noncon, hints at hypno
-it started on your first night in Santa Carla, hand in hand with your boyfriend Michael you took in the sights around you.
-the distance between you two was cold, on the outside, you still looked madly in love with each other, but honestly the passion had dried up months ago.
-you two had found each other just when your lives seemed to fall apart. While Michael’s home life was somewhat elevated when his parents got a divorce, your home life only got worse.
-you two were mostly friends now, you were hanging on to the lingering affection you two had shared and Michael was comfortable, you two got along, both his brother and mother loved you, and it’s not like he had any better options. So when you got kicked out of your house while they were packing up to leave for Santa Carla, Michael allowed you to tag along. Despite the withering chemistry between you two.
-and then Michael, seemingly transfixed on something, or someone, dashed out of the concert venue, with both Sam and you following behind.
-you didn’t notice who he was following and Sam wouldn’t tell you either, only looking at Michael with increasingly obvious worry.
-brushing you off, Michael went off on his own, so you tagged along with Sam to the comic store, Sam trying to lift your spirits.
-to be fair, Sam did succeed, until you met back up with Michael who was practically drooling over some bikers.
-no not the bikers, but a beautiful girl with one of the bikers.
-this had disturbed you for obvious reasons, so much so you followed him out to the boardwalk the next night.
-you helped him pick out a ‘rocker’ outfit, bitterly swallowing the implications of this and before you could work up the courage to break up, already seeing the alarm bells, the beautiful girl had whispered something in his ear and it was like you didn’t exist anymore.
-You were panicking now, you rode on Michael’s bike, and it was clear how he could and would abandon you here in order to impress the new girl. As the bikers from before invited Michael to the ‘Hudson’s bluff’
-before he could drive away with ‘Star’ in tow you asked how will you get home urgently, looking in Michael’s eyes, trying to find any indication that it crossed his mind.
-instead, his eyes were cloudy, as if he was completely high, or on auto pilot. As one of the bikers asked who you were, and Michael quickly answered ‘a friend’
-it was Star who suggested that you come with, despite wanting nothing more than to crawl your way back home, catching her eyes suddenly and now it was like following them was the only choice you had despite the sinking feeling you had in your stomach.
-reaching the cave you look around in wonder, perhaps too long, as when you go to sit down you realise that all the seats were taken, with only the couch in the corner away from everyone was available.
-fortunately, depending on how you view it, the bikers were more then willing to drag you onto one of their laps, with the spikes haired blonde, who you learned was Paul, winning out. Squeezed between Marko and Dwayne, you were almost boxed in. It felt claustrophobic as the three boys teased you, only to be mostly ignored as you watch Michael and Star whisper to each other. Paul pinched at your sides, chuckling at your squeaks and grumbles as you heartbrokenly watch your boyfriend and Star.
-Michael didn’t look your way once, even as you were being practically groaped by these bikers. It was actually Star, who even looked your way, but she only smiled with smug sympathy. Nodding towards Marko who brought over a finely decorated bottle. Michael drank from it eagerly, and Star climbed into his lap, straddling him. He only groaned with delight as she grinds her hips down. You truly couldn’t believe your eyes. Everyone was quiet as they watched the scene unfold.
- “Michael?” Star asked. “Yes?” He replied breathlessly. “She’s your girlfriend isn’t she?” Neither of them looked at you. Michael didn’t hesitate to answer yes this time, which filled you with false hope. Only to cruelly break you back down into reality as Star asked. “Do you want her?” “No. I only want you!” He didn’t hesitate. Star giggled as if he was telling a joke, and Michael beamed at her laugh. You wanted to die.
-“If you don’t want her, can my boys have her? They seemed to have taken a liking to her, and they’ve behaved so well recently” Michael grinds his hips up, smiling as Star leans down to kiss him. “Yes I don’t care.”
-you try to leap up to leave, but Paul’s arms were like vice. Star turns to the boys, looking past you as if you weren’t there. “I want her to watch.” Meeting your eyes briefly, you were suddenly compelled to follow her command.
-you watch horrified, as Michael undos Star’s shirt, kissing up her stomach reverently. His hands teasing at her flesh, palming at her breasts. Star’s head rolls back as she moans sweetly.
-Standing on shaking legs, she hikes her skirt up enough so that you can see her hook a leg around his shoulder, and he eagerly starts to lick and suck at her pussy.
-the sounds of suckling and kissing was echoing off the cave walls as Star moaned in earnest.
-you couldn’t look away but your eyes watered as you remember how Michael refuted you on returning the favour as you had sucked him off many times before.
-Star’s hips shake and buck onto his waiting mouth as she grabs his curly hair, his own hands grabbing and squeezing her ass.
-“ah! Ah! Ah!” Star moaned loudly, giggling as she looked down on your heartbroken face, having no choice to meet her eye. “Your ex is- ahh~ quite talented, I’m sure you must be disappointed yeah? You really don’t have to worry, I’ll satisfy him so he won’t stray. It’s your job now to satisfy my boys, pay close attention to my lesson so they won’t leave you too!”
-Star giggles between her moans, on a high that’s only reaching higher. She didn’t doubt her boys would be quite taken with you, but she’d be lying if your humiliated crying face didn’t turn her on.
-letting herself cum while she humps Michael’s face, he eagerly helps her ride it out, as the sound of her moaning and Michael’s work drowns out your small sobs.
-she lifts her leg off his shoulder, her hand rubbing at his cheek fondly. She could take him back to her nest now, but she wanted to ‘teach’ you, break both you and Michael by the time she’s done.
-you watch as Star unbuckles his belt, his cock popping out quickly from his underwear and Star immediately sinks down. This time Michael moans loudly, he had always been sensitive.
-Star starts riding him with no hesitation nor does she break a sweat, kissing him sweetly as they get lost in eachother.
-you can feel the others get restless under you, pinching and fondling sensitive areas but you were not allowed to look away.
-sounds of their hips slapping together was deafening as she speeds up, Michael thrusting up to meet her.
-they both cum together, something you thought only happened in cheesy erotica novels, and they continue going. Michael rolling over her to thrust into her lewdly.
-from this angel you can see the cum gush out of her but she only smiles happily.
-rolling her had to the side to face the others, Michael kisses down her neck. Speaking brokenly as she’s pounded into the couch, she gives her boys the green light.
-looking back at you she says “you’ll let them indulge until they’re satisfied right? That’s what’s really important here, it’s not like you have a boyfriend anymore.”
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SMILE, Darling <3
A personal project centered on a world full of angels that aren't what they seem to be, or what the Bible has promised. Starring Zielle and her obsessive lover Zadkiel, an angel in disguise.
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The Responsible One
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MARBLE HORNETS
A Close Encounter
The Responsible One
Michael had been odd ever since arriving in Santa Carla. Not a day went by where he acted like he did before the move. Being the oldest sibling meant a lot of things, one of which was taking care of the others when Mom couldn’t. During the entire divorce, you had been there to watch the other two, to make sure they were provided for while Lucy mourned her life moving on.
And here you were witnessing the downfall of one of your brothers while the other was thriving. Sam had gone and even made friends that were as weird as he was, they had come by and gotten him to hang out while you were home. They were lovely boys, kind and respectful when meeting you. You had waved them off, telling them to be safe and have fun, the streets were dangerous after all. Normally, you would have advised against going out, but Sam needed time away from you. So, you had let him go, but not without something to have on hand in case something were to go awry. You had handed him a pocket knife, not something super dangerous, but something to fend off anyone with ill intent. He had shot you a look, the one where he was insinuating you were being overdramatic, but had taken it when you glared. You were relieved when his friends had awed at you giving him such a weapon, telling him how lucky he was for having you on his side.
And that had put them in your good books. Sweet kids, Sam was lucky to have them.
But Michael has been leaving in the night, not returning into early morning. You were worried, admittedly so. You were worried he was hanging around the wrong kinds of people, the kinds that had drugs on hand at any time. Even trying to confront him didn’t do anything, he only grew frustrated at being cornered by both you and Lucy. So, you did what any sane and concerned older sibling would do.
Follow his ass.
He wouldn’t get out of this so easily, making Lucy cry was on the list of ‘NO.’
And he knew that, so why was he going and doing things that were doing exactly that.
Dressing yourself to avoid catching his eye, you listened to the tell tale signs of Michael leaving the house. The cracking of the window and the silence that followed.
So you raced down the stairs and watched as he departed. He was quick, you’d give him that. You chased him all the way down to the Boardwalk. And watched as he met up with four men leaning on their bikes. He conversed with them, laughed and smiled until one of them wrapped an arm around his shoulders. A grimace crossed his face, and so you moved.
Stepping with purpose, you strutted up to the men and pulled the blonde away from your lovely brother.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t get your nasty hands all over my darling brother, Micahel.”
Michael had tensed, eye widening once he recognized who had saved him from David.
He stuttered, trying to push you away before the others had really gotten a chance to take a look at you. But it was too late, and the men leered. Taking in your appearance, the vampires watched as you scowled at them, especially David. He had been the one to put his hands on Michael, and you had watched it as it happened.
“I’m sorry, doll, but who might you be? I haven’t seen you around here before.”
David leered. And the rest watched as you remained as you were. Hand still in place on Michael’s shoulder, you scoffed.
“I just told you, I’m Michael’s older sibling. And he was clearly unwanting of your hands being all over him. Fuck. Off.”
And David laughed.
Paul leaned in, eyes tracking every minute detail of you that he could.
“Older sibling, huh? Mikey boy never mentioned you, babe.”
You looked over at Michael, trying to discern the look he was wearing at the moment.
You nudged him, prompting him to speak.
“Any reason for that? I thought I was worth mentioning to your dearest friends. You do spend more time with them than you do us anymore.”
Michael opened his mouth, but was cut off by another one of the unintroduced men.
David interrupted him, pressing a finger to his lips to shush him.
“He was brushing off someone so hot just to hang with us? How cruel of you, Mikey.”
Marko had been the one to speak, pushing off his bike and approaching you.
He had gone to reach for you, but Michael’s hand intercepted it.
God, this was going to be an experience.
–
David opened his arms, gesturing to his band of boys. Motioning to each one as he introduced.
“This is Paul, Dwayne, and Marko.”
You nodded, noting their names and pulling along Michael.
“Great, we’ll be leaving now.”
The one said to be Dwayne had stopped you, stepping in front of you and ceasing your escape. You looked up through eyelashes at him, a scowl overcoming your face once more.
“I’m afraid I can’t allow you to leave without knowing your name, lovely.”
Paul sauntered over, grabbing your arm and pulling you into him.
“So..?”
“No.”
Michael went to speak but you glared, pointer finger held up to cease his talking.
“I refuse to give you a name until you explain what’s going on with my brother and you all.”
David smirked, eyes sharpening.
“Alright then, we’ll explain everything. Let’s take a ride, boys.”
And that was all they seemed to want to hear, as their laughs started to sound out across the clearing.
Marko threw out his hands.
“Who do you choose to ride with?”
“Preferably, none.”
But you had to admit, the boys were handsome, and roguishly charming. It was just the fact that they were somehow blackmailing Michael into staying near them. If not, you would gladly spend the night with any of them…or all of them.
David laughed under his breath, but you saw the gesture. Sucking your teeth, you pointed to Marko.
“I choose the wild curly blonde then.”
Marko looked shocked, pointing to himself before smiling wide. Cheering, he raced to your side before hauling you up bridal style. Screeching, you held onto his shoulders before slapping his back. He laughed the whole way to his bike, and once you made it, he dropped you on the back. Dropping in front of you, he looked back and smiled.
“Hold on tight, gorgeous, we’re gonna be going fast.”
And that was all the warning you got before he took off faster than you’ve ever gone before.
It was…
Thrilling.
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Stranger things
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
Billy Hargrove
9-1-1
Eddie diaz
Evan buckley
The lost boys
David
Dwayne
Marko
Paul
Criminal minds
Spencer Reid
Derek Morgan
Aaron Hotchner
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Harry potter
Draco Malfoy
Mattheo Riddle
Theodore Nott
James Potter
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Marvel
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Wanda maximoff
Loki laufeyson
Natasha Romanoff
Twilight
Jasper Cullen
Emmet Cullen
Jacob Black
Sam Uley
Paul lahote
Teen wolf
Stiles stilinski
Derek hale
Outerbanks
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JJ maybank
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David vibes
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David vibes
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Dwayne
Breeding
Dwayne vibes
Breeding again i'm sorry but he has a breeding kink
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Marko
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Paul
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Paul vibes
"A vampire is only as wise as his wit and strength. A wise vampire with none of that would have it better as vampire hunter bait. Leave the wiseness to the witches, Laddie boy, if you want to live."
- David, (Of Sharp Stones🌊)
Part one of (Of Sharp Stones, a lost boys fanfiction) "Ocean" coming soon after aesthetics, playlist, prologue and plot release on Wednesday 12th, 2023.
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"A vampire is only as wise as his wit and strength. A wise vampire with none of that would have it better as vampire hunter bait. Leave the wiseness to the witches, Laddie boy, if you want to live."
- David, (Of Sharp Stones🌊)
Part one of (Of Sharp Stones, a lost boys fanfiction) "Ocean" coming soon after aesthetics, playlist, prologue and plot release on Wednesday 12th, 2023.
"A vampire is only as wise as his wit and strength. A wise vampire with none of that would have it better as vampire hunter bait. Leave the wiseness to the witches, Laddie boy, if you want to live."
- David, (Of Sharp Stones🌊)
Part one of (Of Sharp Stones, a lost boys fanfiction) "Ocean" coming soon after aesthetics, playlist, prologue and plot release on Wednesday 12th, 2023.
🌊OF SHARP STONES🌊
SECTION ONE: OCEAN
Chapter: Introduction//Prologue
Fandom: The Lost Boys (1987)
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood, Violence, Witch hunting, Witch burning, Witchcraft, Trauma and Character death.
Summary: A coven of witches living on the beach of Santa Carla have to deal with the death of their leader after a lethal witch burning that leads to the bounty hunting of both them and their romantic partners, the notorious lost boys of Santa Carla. Yet, something more terrifying lives in Santa Carla and it's the spirits of those killed by the hunting, begging for revenge.
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🎠Kimora🎠
Night has long fallen.
Upon the pier sits a gathering of birds, crying out my summons within their own strange language. The beat of their wings, silvery and onyx along with the song of their caws once had filled me with awe. Now it's only a nuisance and a reflection of my shortcomings.
A witch without her familiar is as dangerous as holding a wild viper, no protection in her craft or against those who seek to harm her. The birds call out to a familiar seeking a witch but it seems that all of them are too far from earshot.
"Maybe they're dead, Kimora." The blonde lays across my lap, his blue eyes tinted with flecks of gold. "Or deaf."
"Don't speak of misfortune." I'm quick to hush him. "Paul, you know what happens when a witch loses her familiar or worse, never finds them."
"Maybe you have found them." Paul reaches for my hand, his bracelets shimmering and clinking against mine.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Star has David. She lost her familiar but with him, she seems quite fine." Our hands intertwine, the cold of his fingers becoming less bothersome with the passing of months. They cling on to the warmth of a recent feeding, but it's quickly passing, leaving the warm tone of his skin to pale to his unique silvery gleam.
"But she's not. You can't be my familiar, Paul. That doesn't even sound right." I lean back and listen to the magic below, the blue and turquoise waves crashing on the shore of the beach. It sounds much like electric currents, shifting through the waves, up and under the crash in the way that fish do.
"Oh, am I far too lame, not magical enough?" The dramatic part of him itches to push at my core but I can barely hinder my laugh, the true me that all the harsh training and shadow work could never bury away for good.
"No way."
"Then what is it?" Lifting himself, he throws his head back to slap me in the face with his golden hair. His beads and bangles chime softly, even the hook of sapphire stone and vibrant sea glass I hooked in his hair creates their own song.
"You don't understand witches. Our familiars can't be humans."
"You talk about witches like you're some kinda secret club, much like us vampires but witches always have to be superior, you can't sit with us types." Paul jokes around. "Well, I'm not human."
"Familiars have to be ancient spirits in the form of animals," I say, pretending to be tired of going back and forth with him. "Not human, not vampire, not werewolf, not witch."
"I know." His breaths slow. "But what about us? When that animal comes, cat, dog, or whatever you'll have less time for me. Less time for our jukebox dinners, less time to play records or shred a guitar with me. I'm scared that I'm gonna lose you."
Paul has always been the small feeling of warmth that lasts in my heart through the lonely nights, the reason I would sneak away from the coven's beach house at twilight. When I had first met him I was far different, plump with pecan tan skin and a hunger for familiarity, a hunger for the snow-capped mountains and the endless wildness of home.
Now my muscles have formed from straining the magic within my blood, dancing with it, and burning my skin under the scorching Santa Carla sun. My body, one I was unhappy in had grown consistent in muscle mass, yet, still, I've found no peace in my self-perception. Paul was a force to be reckoned with on his own but still, somehow he'd remained playful and carefree.
It was what drew me to him amongst other listable things, of course.
He was the cool water on the scorching sand.
"Do you really think a familiar will change things?" I lift my hand to his face, cupping his cheek.
"You'll be doing much more magic." He whispers. "You and the coven might disband."
"Never."
"Star left the coven and joined us." He looks off in the distance as a ship rings its bell across the waves. The chime echoes in my head, ringing as I try not to get lost in my thoughts.
"She lost her familiar. It was no way that we could convince her that she was still one of us. She was also terrified of her family's judgment." I hold his hand tight.
We both sit in silence as the ship passes below us, heading towards the boardwalk. Leaning against his shoulder, I wonder if he truly believes it. Lines of bright gold lights up a clear path through the ocean as the blue and white hunk of metal slices through the waves.
"And you know how much Darla loves Marko and Dwayne has the hots for Angel."
"Yeah."
"Your uncontrollable powers and my hunger for blood." He chuckles. "We make one deadly duo."
"And none of us will age." I say. "We'll always be young."
I stand up, called to the trees by something that rings through my blood like the bells of the ships docked. I know it isn't that though because this sound is far too strong. It isn't tangible or has a source I can pinpoint. Though, it's personal.
Paul stands with me, the metal decor of his jacket jingling softly as we leave the wooden pier and head toward the beach. He silently follows close, not questioning my reasoning as he used to. It's our ever-growing trust combined with the little things that my magic has found that keep him from stopping me. Antiques and small trinkets, sometimes trespassers on witchland that made him a nice blood snack, and another picture on the missing board.
The lights of the ferris wheel and the millions of attractions splayed out across the boardwalk catch my eye but the feelings running strong through my veins keep me on my path, strengthening it so that if I wanted to break away from it, my attempts would be in vain.
The wood of the pier disappears into metal gates, chain link fences, and sand as we cross the threshold, the waters fading into golden sand stretches and shrubs. The salty smell of the water fills my nostrils, a smell that took nearly six months to get used to.
My eyes stay on the trees swaying in the wind, the shadows that dance on the forest floor through the space where light pierces through the veil of darkness. The birds on the pier, the servants of the witches lift and fade into the night as flashes of black.
Maybe it's my familiar. I doubt it though.
My feet don't stop as Paul steps to my side, his eyes filled with worry and a silent plea to turn around. It's unclear if he can sense that something is wrong. If even the vampire feels the stillness in the air, I know I should note.
The tree branches poke into my sides as I slap them away, moving farther and farther through the forest. They leave scars on my face, drawing blood as the pines reach out. The ground thins but my feet are dragged along by a sensation burning through my body, seeping into every part of my being. The sweet smell of pine hangs on the leaves, getting stronger with each step.
"No!" I fall to my knees as the earth slants downward, leaving me without a foothold as Paul does the same. Shocked, even he's not fast enough to hold us both up as we plummet down into the earth's pore.
Through the crashing and thrashing, nothing holds me. With every rock that my feet touch, they simply fall with me and the awkwardly twisting branches snap.
I dislodge pieces of the earth as I grapple at stones, slippery with what feels like ocean mist. My feet kick up stones and gravel as I fall. Paul calls me as he half floats, half falls through the space.
"Blood!"
Halfway through calling me, he stops.
With one last slam into the earth, it all gives away and I hit the ground with no warning. Pines cones and needles lay under my back with the occasional stone ripping into my skin.
The sky hangs above dotted with thousands of blinking stars, twisting and twirling in the night sky. They fall around the moon as if in mourning, a sign that had only happened during the final witch trials, the symbol that marked the last burning, never happening before or again in history.
Crunching on the leaves breaks my eyes away from the sky, the panic of Paul reminding me that this isn't some weird dream. That this is real and my blood, the life of me led me here.
"Kimmy." His hands find my face.
I look up and see his fangs and the tremble of his body, the attempt to keep himself from vamping out.
"What?" I lift my eyes to the circle of sticks that surround me against the trees, each stick only a few feet away from the other in the clearing with charred lumps attached to them with the smell of magic and blood in the air. I can barely make out what they are, but like some ancient connection that ignites the primal fear of all witches, I scream loud and guttural.
I gasp, dragging myself up despite the pain in my back and arms. My feet threaten to drag me back down as Paul fights against his hunger and true nature.
"No. No. No!" I scream to the poles, to the bones that remain, and the blood that seeps from the pine wood to the earth. Small crosses litter the earth, poking up from the litter of dried-out pine needles.
My magic threatens to burst from my veins and set the entirety of Santa Carla's forest ablaze but Paul's grip on me keeps me restrained. Not that could but I would do anything to calm my anger and fear.
The memories of this place go straight to my head with a hazy fog as I touch a torn piece of fabric from a frilly young witch's blouse that hangs on the splinters of the partially burnt pole.
The scene comes to me. It smells of sage and warm cinnamon pies, the dinners of the witches of the bluff, a coven far from the boardwalk but within walking distance of the beach. They had always been rather kind but different from my coven.
The witches of the bluff were far more open with magic as the sight of tarot cards, wands, crystal balls, and herbs come to mind, attractions to bring in humans, to make money.
The scene shifts to darkness, of the blue-tinted sky of the evening shifting into the night, of the first stars blinking around the moon. They're alive.
Screams come next and magic, oh, glorious magic. Gold and pink, cobalt and deep green as men dressed in black march with each witch carried and dragged with rope, their powers subdued with flames upon wooden sticks wrapped with cloth.
A young hippie witch, much younger than me, dressed in pink falls to the ground as a man pulls on her ropes with a cruel laugh that boils my blood. Pieces of sleeves rip as she fights against a pole, her magic, a flash of bright yellow flares from her palm so bright that the man who holds her rope shrieks.
She's so ferocious and strong but in the face of hatred, in the face of terrified men, she's nothing but a weak attempt.
I gasp, my lungs burning as life returns to me and the past fades away. The witches are no longer fighting for the last bits of life. They're long gone, burnt corpses above us like angels of death.
Paul holds me tight, suppressing his hunger. His claws dig into my skin as I linger at the foot of a pole.
My head twirls again and I hear her voice. The voice of our High Priestess calling in my head, her cries strained by sobs and gasps for air. Between her screams for help is the sound of leaves crunching as something heavy drags across the earth.
Her life flashes away like smoke, the scene of ropes binding her hands as magic the color of fire spills from her fingers as she tried to do what was right fades.
I know her intentions as if they're my own. She gave her life as the ropes of death snatched her noble existence away in little more than a few seconds. Now our coven is without a leader. Without a teacher, without a figure to keep us strong.
She's dead, snatched away from my coven when I should have been right at her side, even if that meant death.
And I'm without a glimpse of the faces and the bloody hands that took her away from me.