Breaking through the sound of the speakers blasting new wave and hawkers advertising carnival games came the revving of motorcycles.
Trott craned his head towards the noise, watching the shop browsers clear fast as two bikers peeled up the path. Dressed in black leather jackets, tight jeans, and metal band t-shirts, the familiar duo was distinctly different from the neon, tropical tourists surrounding the area. Smith and Ross were enigmatic and entertaining, and accepted Trott into their fold easier than anyone before ever had.
They were the only thing about Santa Carla that made it interesting- two damn attractive vampires.
CW: blood, biting/sexual wrist/neck biting. blood drinking, ritualistic-ness
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