Author's note
I am sorry this happens to Marko but I had to pick a boy. I already have "Forgotten Feelings" or "Paul for President" about Paul and "Magic Night" about Dwayne (not to mention my numerous David stories). So it had to be Marko's turn.
Disclaimer
All publicly recognisable characters, settings, etc... are the property of their respective owners. The boys do not belong to me, unfortunately. The original characters and plot are my property. I'm in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Warning
This has been written for a Halloween challenge and it contains violence. So the story is rated MA (for mature people). Please, make sure you are old enough to read such fiction!
Happy Halloween
Marko had already chosen his victim tonight and was following him as he walked along the beach shore, away from his group. A Surf Nazi, that was it. That guy had tried to get a girl with him but he was obviously way to drunk to do anything to her; so she had left him, disappointed. And he had continued his way, alone.
Marko could have chosen the girl instead of the Surf Nazi but he didn’t want his kill to be too easy tonight; he liked fight and resistance. He liked when he had to struggle for a while before getting what he wanted. Marko always said that the adrenaline released by the fight gave the blood another delicate taste than fear. Marko smiled, biting his thumb nail.
The drunken Surf Nazi tottered on the sand, almost fell but finally managed to stay on his feet, not even spitting alcohol from the bottle in his hand. He raised it to his mouth with clumsy moves and took a long drink from it. He then wiped his mouth with his arm and went back to his song… “Rock this waaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy…”
The Surf Nazi stopped by the tree for a moment, not even noticing that Marko was now above him; sitting in the branches, fanged out. The nearness of the guy and his smell of fresh meat had excited Marko to death and he was starving for his victim. Another smell came to the vampire’s nose, something different from alcohol at some point, the smell of urine. The chosen victim finished to pee, his other hand still holding the bottle and supporting his weight against the tree.
He raised his head towards the branches but saw nothing else than foliage in the darkness. He went back to his business, putting his instrument back into his pants when Marko slightly flew off the tree and landed behind him.
The Surf Nazi turned around and faced the vampire. But his face was no flesh coloured, it was so pale and his protruding eyes stared at Marko with no fear. This guy was familiar; Marko knew him but couldn’t remember from where.
“Wow, death face, you didn’t get enough from me?” The guy asked with a husky voice. He turned his head to let Marko see the bite on his neck. Some blood drops were still running down his neck. It wasn’t possible. Marko never let any victim alive; he always made sure they were dead before leaving. And the blood looked so fresh while Marko hadn’t fed tonight yet. What was going on?
Another voice came from the left and Marko turned his head towards it.
“’Hey, little vamp, you want some more? Why don’t you kill us all?” Another Surf Nazi said, mocking. “Oh, I forgot… you already did it, didn’t you?”
Marko’s stare went down from the Surf Nazi’s face to his neck and he noticed blood traces too. Before Marko knew it, the Surf Nazi who was a couple of steps away suddenly appeared next to his face. Marko slightly jumped. This one was pale too, he looked like dead but he was talking.
The first Surf Nazi dropped his bottle and grabbed Marko’s shoulders with force, glaring at the vampire with rage. Marko struggled but did not manage to shake off his grip.
“My name is Greg, don’t you remember me?”
“Yeah, he doesn’t remember any of us!” The other said.
Marko, still fanged out, struggled even more, but his efforts were unsuccessful.
“I can smell your fear, vampire!” Another one said. Marko then noticed he was surrounded by Surf Nazis, all pale faced with ghost likenesses. Was that what they were? Ghosts?”
“I do not fear you, asshole!” Marko raged.
A Nazi Ghost came from behind and stabbed Marko with a silver blade, missing his heart on purpose. Marko growled but couldn’t move. Greg’s hold on him was like iron. Immediately, blood spited from his mouth but Marko did not enjoy tasting his own fluid. Marko got stabbed again and again. They then let Marko recover a little while they savoured his blood from the blade.
“Not bad at all… vampire’s blood is full of flavour!” One of them said. “We should have this more often.”
Marko looked back at Greg with fiery eyes.
“You’ll pay for this,” Marko rebelled.
As a response, Greg shook his head with convulsive and jerky moves, making strange scary noises. He was like possessed. All Nazi Ghosts stepped closer and closer and soon Marko couldn’t breathe anymore. All he heard were evil noises and all he smelled was the stench of death. They first grabbed his clothes and tore them apart. They then attacked his flesh, parts by parts, ripping it off Marko’s bones, like zombies hounding on brains. Marko screamed in pain; he wasn’t regenerating quickly enough and he was unable to get rid of them all.
Marko suddenly felt himself falling down as if he was floating. He woke up right in time to see himself falling from the ceiling of the sleeping chamber. With a quick flip of his body, he corrected his position and landed on his feet, sweat running down his forehead and neck, almost breathless.
“Nightmare, huh?” Dwayne asked.
Marko looked at his mate, then at Paul who was awake too.
“You guys don’t sleep?”
“We had nightmares too,” Paul said.
“I was….” Marko breathed “I was attacked by…”
“Surf Nazis,” Dwayne continued.
“Where’s David?” Marko asked.
Paul and Dwayne exchanged glances. “Yeah, where is he?” Paul said.
The three of them rushed to the main room of the cave where David was calmly sitting, the famous vicious smile on his face. It took them a couple of seconds to put two and two together but Paul finally understood.
“You played minds tricks on us, you asshole,” He barked.
“Happy Halloween, guys,” is all what David answered, blowing cigarette smoke with each of his words.
THE END