â Vampire!Taehyung x reader
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Synopsis: Life has never been easy for you, and desperate times calls for desperate measures. Youâre willing to do anything to save the life of your dying sister, so you make a deal with the devil himself, your new task to be a live-in companion for Kim Taehyung, the reclusive vampire who despises your world and has demons of his own. Is this vampire really as heartless and loveless as he appears, or will his life be changed by a human girl willing to show him the beautiful things in life?Â
Genres: Romance, angst, fluff & lots of feelings.Â
Warnings: Mentions of blood, slight gore, some depressing themes & slight sadismÂ
A/N: Here it is guys! I have been working on this new series for a while after so many of you loved Honey, so I am finally posting the first chapter! I have a lot planned for this series, so buckle up and prepare yourself for some Vampire!Taehyung. Please show your support and enjoy Part I!
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Companion was the key word transcribed on the email you had received, a little red â1â popping into your inbox at 10:02 pm on a lonely Sunday night.
Your eyebrows had risen high on your forehead at the sight of the congratulatory email, eyes bulging at the bright screen of your laptop as you sat in the leftmost corner of your bed, your body huddled among blankets and pillows.
It had been only the day previous that you once again found yourself searching frantically for anything, anything that could earn more than what you made at the tiny little cafe on 4th street, anything that you help lessen the stress that kept you up at night.
This peculiar situation had all started when you found the posting at the very bottom of an âodd jobsâ forum, one that had been cast to the very depths of the already sketchy and utterly concerning requests that made your skin crawl.
It seemed normal by the heading, almost like a caregiver, friend, cleaning-lady type person, but when you opened it up, you realized why it was at the very bottom of the forum, under âmedical experiment volunteerâ for instance. The word that wouldâve turned even the most daring away, only a single word that might as well have been typed in bold, red ink.
But despite the uneasy feeling that crawled up your back that you assumed was a normal, human, reaction, you continued to read, noticing with interest that the request was not written by the blood-being who needed the companionship, but was rather written on behalf of him by his father.
The reason you had clicked on the apply button and attached a neat email with a resume which you wondered would even have any use, was the sentence at the bottom of the page that made your middle swell with hope.
Upon acceptance, the chosen companion will be granted any request as payment.
You clutched the acceptance email in your handsâyou had printed it off just in caseâand folded it neatly. You had already memorized it contents, already come to terms with what the acceptance meant, and the conditions that were contained within the email thread between you and the elder vampire.
Desperate times called for desperate measures, as the saying went.
Quite desperate actually, and quite clichĂŠ. But sometimes life handed you horrible things on rusty platters, and you had to do your best to not let that poison settle deep inside of you. Sacrifices had to be made, and you had to be okay.
Plus, the misery that seemed to follow you through you life had only made you stronger, and you much too stubborn to just give up.
There were lots of trees outside the taxi window, and you wondered how far in the countryside you really were. All you knew is that you seemed to be going up, and up meant hills and mountains.
A nice view was a hopeful promise that you let settle in the back of your mind.
You looked at the taxi driver through the rear view mirror and smiled.
âSome could call it thatâŚâ You looked back outside to the dark green conifers and hummed, âA long stay in an unfamiliar place, rather.â
He nodded in understanding, but you knew he didnât understand.
It was laughable how much he didnât understand, but you werenât about to spill your story onto the middle-aged driver, at risk that he may three-point-turn and speed back down the long winding hill in fear of your safety, and his.
You played with the hem of your dress, fingering the light blue material. You werenât sure what to wear for your first meeting, in fact, you werenât sure what to even pack.
âYou will stay for as long as he needs you, or whenever he meets my expectations. All expenses will be paid to meet your needs, along with your request.â
All expenses paid seemed like some kind of resort, but you felt no need to suddenly live lavishly, even in the estate you were being sent to live in.
You were simple and plain, owning a few nice pieces that you had worn to countless job interviews, paired with old silver jewelry from your mother.
Your eyes swept back outside to the endless line of trees and you rested your head against the window.You wondered what kinds of things would await you at the Kim Mansion.
Well of course, other than the young, lonesome vampire.
The taxi stopped at 7:32 pm, and you opened your eyes at the lack of motion, blinking sleep from your eyes to see the driver once again looking at you through the rearview mirror expectantly.
Your eyes flicked to the metre.
You were very, very far away from your grungy apartment.
You blinked outside the window for a second, brows furrowing. Large, thick trees only looked back at you, âAre you sure thisââ
âThereâs a number right there. One-oh-three Fern Ridge.â The taxi driver explained, and you could see the weariness from the long drive in his own features. Â
âNeed help with your bags?â
You shook your head no before sliding him a few crumpled bills and wishing him a good evening as you clicked open the door.
And then he drove away, and you were left in front of a row of trees with your leather backpack slung over your shoulder, and your heavy case in your hand.
âOne-oh-three Fern Ridge.â You spoke aloud to the trees.
The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, casting a glossy sheen on you, but the trees remained dark and sullen.
Nodding your head in an attempt at confidence, you took a step forward, eyes peering through the trees at a very over-grown gate.
You felt a pang of annoyance. Surely he wouldâve had some sense to make sure you had a clear path to get to his home before your arrival.
But then again, it was his father who made the request, not him.
You proceeded through the walkway of trees to the gate, and after much pushing on the thick, black bars, it opened with a rusty squeak, and you jumped as a flock of birds leapt from their resting place in the trees at the disruptive noise.
You started through the second layer of trees that met you on the other side, and you were sure you smelled of pine and sap from your efforts to somehow escape the foliage that was much too thick for any garden.
And then you broke through, and you halted your movements at the sheer hugeness of the property you found yourself on.
The tree line had abruptly ended, but swept a large rectangle around the grounds in a protective hedge.
And in the centre was the largest houseâif you could even call it thatâthat you had ever seen. It was victorianâas you would expect from a hundred-and-something year old vampireâwith over hanging roofs and dark exterior, large windows that seemed to do nothing to bring the last beams of descending sunlight light into the home.
âYou will be his companion. Heâs lazy and young, and has no idea how to care for himself, let alone become the heir of my company. Heâs been living alone in isolation for far too long, wallowing in his own self-pity and hatred. But his time is running out. Too much solidarity will kill a vampire you know, and we wouldnât want that to happen.â
His fatherâs words echoed in your head, reminding you of your purpose once you set foot on the property.
You walked forwards, shoes tapping on the cracked cobblestone as you weaved through over-grown bushes and hedges, wilted flowers and stone statues with thick green moss and cracks chiseled deep into them.
You bristled because even the door was grand and intimidating, and you hesitated before reaching for the large brass knocker and dropping it to the faded door in two simple knocks.
Upon closer inspection, most of the metal that decorated the exterior of the estate was rusty and old, and you wondered when the last time was that someone entered the house.
You waited a moment, adjusting your knapsack on your shoulders.
Only the soft evening breeze and dipping sun reminded you that you were still on planet earth, not some dark, quiet world full of sticky green moss and rusted metal on the top of some goddamn mountain somewhere.
You were at a loss of what to do for a moment, wondering if turning and running away would be a better option, until a mix of determination and the knowledge of the contract you had signed electronically made you stay planted firmly in your spot on the front porch.
You were living here now, and you had an email to prove it. You had a new task at hand.
Breathing out you pushed open the door easily, and it creaked much like the gate, except it echoed in the empty foyer.
The first smell was dust, musky and thick, and the second was copper. It was to be expected, you thought grimly.
âHello?â You ventured, still standing on the front step. Your voice was hoarse and quiet, so you cleared your throat and started again, taking one step inside.
You closed the door behind you softly, and the room was coated in darkness except for a candle lit chandelier that was sparkling in the dimness of the room.
You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment, nearly laughing at how absurd the situation was. It was out of desperation that you were here, it was out of hopelessness and sacrifice that you were standing alone in a mansion on a mountain in the middle of nowhere. Your only task now was to be a companion to a lonesome vampire, who hadnât yet made an appearance in his own home.
The folly of the circumstances didnât dissuade you, and you walked out of the foyer and onto the next room, knuckles white from gripping the straps of your bag so tightly.
It was colder, somehow, despite the fact that you had only moved a few feet, and you instantly felt uneasy again. Now it was a more intense feeling, a more real feeling that there was something seriously wrong, something unearthly, preternatural even.
It was utterly frightening, and you felt like a child again, scared there was a monster in your closet.
And then a shiver ascended from your toes and up your spine and to the tips of your fingers as a low, gravelly voice cracked the brisk air around you.
âAh, I thought I smelled human girl.â
You yelped, and dropped your case from your hand, bringing your arms up in some defensive position as you whipped your head around to find the source of the voice.
Except, the presence seemed to be all around you. On your right and left and above your head and below your feet. It was harsh and cold, and you could feel it right in your centre, a deep, low, blackness that was eating you from the inside out.
You were so cold, and all of your hair was standing on end, your natural fight or flight instincts kicking in.
And then the feeling subsided slightly, and you let out a shaky breath to remind yourself that in fact, you were still alive, despite feeling as if you had just made contact with death itself.
When you had regained some sense of, yes, Iâm alive and havenât been eaten, you noticed a presence, a more physical presence, and your eyes landed a deep red velvet couch on the right side of the room.
Except it wasnât the couch that made you suck in a breath, it was the deep, lifeless eyes that were looking at you as if you were a being less significant than an ant. You felt more frightened than ever.
Suddenly you could breathe again, and you wondered what kind of spell he had put on you to make your insides feel so empty and cold, what kind of darkness he held inside to nearly take over your entire body.
He turned his head away from you for a moment, and you stared openly.
You had never seen a vampire before, nor been this close to one in person, as far as you knew. You knew they existed, everyone did in fact. Humans and vampires coexisted, and most blood-beings adapted to the human world, the killing sprees that happened in the deep past scarce as they integrated with humans.
They integrated so well it nearly impossible to tell who was a vampire in a room and who was not.
But, some vampires had rejected human society and had chosen to live by themselves, far away.
Mr Kim, evidently, was one of those lonesome creatures.
It was true when they said vampires possessed a special kind of beauty. Elegant and smooth was the way they moved, from how they sat and walked and talked. They had the ability to speak softly yet harshly, words biting but ever so intriguing.
They could whisper music in your ears, and stab a dagger through your heart at the same time.
The vampire before you had turned away, as if letting you stare at him for a moment, and you took the opportunity to gaze over each feature.
You were going to be living with this creature, after all.
He was long limbed, dressed in a simple dark dress-coat, the colour something like a deep violet. Underneath could be rather ordinary on a human manâslacks and a blouseâbut on him it was alluring, sensual, the way he stretched out on the couch was somehow provocative but natural, as if that was how he always simply laid on a couch.
His skin was smooth and milky, as you would expect, not a mark or freckle along the shape of his exposed neck or clavicle. He was an unmarked blank canvas without a beating heart or a trace of blood in his veins.
Eyes gliding to his face, you were met with a sharp, straight jawline cut across his profile, and the almost soft bump of his nose was an unexpected contrast to the sharp lines of his profile.
His eyes were closed, but you remembered the harshness of them, dark as night and shaped like perfect almonds, hidden behind a set of long, charcoal lashes. His hair was dark and wavy, curling around his ears and nape, and brushing his forehead in layers of silky chocolate and midnight.
Last were his lips, full and crimson, so red in fact, that you thought for a moment he was wearing lipstick.
You realized quickly enough that they were stained, tainted with a dark red blood.
It was almost as if he knew you were done looking, and his eyes opened, slowly.
âNow that youâre done ogling, Iâm curious as to why youâre in my house.â He said simply, voice velvety.
You swallowed, disregarding his comment despite the flush rising underneath your collar. âY-your father sent me, upon the request for a companion on your behalf.â
His lips curled into a smirk, but utter surprise was laced in his features, âYou?â
You breathed out, and kept your eyes trained on him, âI-Iâm sorry if Iâm not what you expected.â
Then suddenly, his face was turned to yours, and he propped himself up on his arm, âI do not care who he sent. Iâm just appalled that he has gotten so desperate that he actually made the request.â He sighed, eyes sparkling, âThe bastard practically begged me to agree to whatever useless scheme he came up with.â
You opened your mouth to speak, but you didnât know how to respond. His hard gaze was very uncomfortable. It was as if he was dissecting every piece of you with just his eyes, stripping away your clothes and skin and bone until there was nothing left.
He sat up fully, and his eyes darkened, casting another wave of coldness through your body.
âBut now Iâm curious about you, my dear. I didnât think anyone would actually be stupid enough to apply for this job.â He tilted his head, dark locks brushing over his sharp eyebrows, âWhat are you getting in return for staying here with me?â He stood up, and you fought the urge to run away, to get the hell out of this place and as far away from this man as possible.
But it seemed your feet were glued to the floor, anyway.
He started to walk towards you, slinking along the wooden floor, eyes trained on your form, âWhy would a weak little girl like you agree to stay in an old, creepy mansion with a vampire?â
You were frozen, and you were sure he could see the way your hands were trembling.
He stopped just a few feet away, âThe fact that you havenât run screaming yet is intriguing.â His eyes burned into yours, âSo I wonder, how desperate are you?â
You breathed out, âI-Iâmââ
He narrowed his eyes, âDonât tell me youâre some criminal on the run searching for refuge. You look much too innocent for that, my dear.â
His voice dropped, âTell me. Tell me what you are getting in return to stay with me.â
You closed your eyes, âMedical care for my sister.â
The vampire did not expect that. No, he did not expect that at all.
His lips moved into a smirk, âA little sister I bet, hm? A sweet little girl whose life is being taken much too early, a life you wish to save, so, so desperately.â
You looked down at the ground. Anger bubbling in you at his mocking tone, which had poison twisted in it, âSheâs sick, and her treatment is very expensive. I will do whatever it takes to save her.â
He laughed, but it was nothing but unkind, âHow valiant of you! Iâm sure sheâs so excited that youâve decided to come here and stay with me.â
You started to panic, âS-she doesnât know that Iâm here.â
The vampire smiled, eyes bright in the most horrifying way. âOh? Oh no.â He walked around you in slow, measured steps, âIâm guessing my father made staying with me sound pretty easy, hm? Companion. That word makes me sick. The human world has made my father weaker.â
You breathed out, gathering the little courage you had left, âHeâs worried about your isolation from the world. He says you resent him, he just wants to prepare you forââ
Suddenly he laughed, almost manically, clutching his chest, âYou dumb, stupid girl.â He glanced back at you, eyes tinged red, âMy father doesnât care about me, he never has, and never will. Iâll be the heir whether Iâm prepared or not.â He clucked his tongue, âAnd the idea of getting some human girl to magically pull me into the world I despise is laughable.â
He moved closer, leaning forwards so his face met yours, âYouâve made a mistake coming here, even if he does give you medicine for your sister. Youâre about as useless to me as a dull knife, and as breakable as glass.â Your breath hitched as he moved closer, closer, lips pressed to your ear.
âYouâve sold your soul to me and become nothing but a bag of blood.â
And with that, he turned away and slinked into his house, leaving you alone.
And just like that, doubt began to pool in your skull, and you felt numb once again. So you sank to the floor and cried silently, desperately, his words echoing again and again in your head.
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