#exo vampire

He stood at the threshold and waited. When you made no move to let him in he smirked at you. “You and I both know you’ll let me in.” His smooth voice carried through the room. You were pressed against the wall furthest from the door, watching him with wide, terrified eyes.

He cocked his head to the side and tried again. “If I knock politely will you let me in?” He licked his bottom lip. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

He just stood there and waited. You would make it to sunrise then he’d go away. You knew if you just persevered you’d be ok. You’d outrun him to get inside your house knowing that he couldn’t enter without an invitation. You’d never been happier to have binge read so many vampire books. One thing those books got right was the beauty. He was stunning and alluring, you could feel the pull to give in and let him in. His voice was trying to trick you into believing you’d get to live if you just let him in but you knew better and you refused to be manipulated in this manner.

“No.”

He chuckled menacingly. “Do you honestly think that if you wait me out I won’t just return another night? That I won’t keep coming back until I have you? So naïve.”

You hung your head at his words.

“It’s pointless to drag this out. We both know one way or another I’ll be in this house soon enough. The sooner you let me in, the better I’ll make it for you.”

“Didn’t your mother tell you not to play with your food.” You snapped back. Your resolve was weakening and your fear was building. You didn’t want to die yet. You thought back to all of your friends and family and the idea of leaving them without getting to say a proper goodbye made you tremble, a single tear escaping and running down your face.

He rapped his delicate fingers on the door frame, bringing you out of your reverie. “I’m not letting you in.” Your stubbornness was probably going to get you killed but you just couldn’t let yourself admit defeat yet. Not when you’d tried so hard to get away from him. Your mind flashed back to earlier in the night when you’d been at the bar.

An incredibly attractive man with dark tousled hair, khol lined eyes and a lip ring that was connected to his earring with a chain approached you. You were a sucker for piercings and he made this one look good, unfairly so. He approached you and offered to buy you a drink. Over the course of the night the two of you talked, an undercurrent of desire flowing through your exchanges. His name was Baekhyun and he was a partner in a law firm in town, along with 8 other associates. He had no family and preferred going out at night, stating that the darkness brought out the beauty of the world. You hung on every word he said, completely engrossed in him.

As you had gone to leave the bar to hail down a cab he’d pinned you to the wall and kissed you. His kiss was demanding, his lips moulding to yours. You could feel the metal of the lip bar pressing into your lips as the two of you kissed. As he drew away he took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down lightly. Desire flooded your system. You asked him to come home with you. Who were you to turn away an incredibly attractive man who wanted you?

The cab ride home was uneventful, until it came time to pay the driver. He leant forward into the front seat and stared at the driver which you found weird but as you watched you saw the drivers eyes glaze over as Baekhyun said “You never picked us up, you felt like going for a drive to clear your head. You will pay the outstanding fare.” And the cab driver nodded before repeating Baekhyun’s words. Fear spiked through you and you bolted for the house. You only knew of one creature that could do that to a person.

Now you were trapped. He was outside sure, but for how long?

You looked up and noticed that he’d disappeared. A breath you didn’t know you’d been holding loosened and you tried to relax. Before you could settle your emotions a man ran through the open door and stopped in front of you. He had a crazed look in his eyes and in his hands he held a knife.

“Now, I could save you from the man in front of you who, by the way, wants to carve your flesh off your bones before killing you. Nasty son of a bitch if I’m honest. But in order to help you, you’d have to let me in.”

The man in front of you flipped the knife in his hands and started to advance on you. You backed up until your back hit the wall. You were terrified. You had no doubt in your mind that this man was going to kill you. He pinned you to the wall and traced his knife down your throat to the valley between your breasts. He licked his lips and smiled the most sickening smile you’d ever seen.

You screamed out and cried but the man wouldn’t let you go. He found your terror funny and kept telling you all of the things he was going to do to you before eventually killing you. You were so scared, so utterly terrified that you could not stop shaking.

When his knife cut the flesh just above your chest you screamed in pain. You were going to die and this man was going to drag it out for as long as he could, not killing you until you were way past begging for death. Your alternative was not much better but at least the vampire would kill you quickly and with less pain that this man would. You put your stubbornness aside and screamed. “BAEKHYUN COME IN. HELP ME!”

The man’s neck twisted to a horrible angle and he dropped to the floor in front of you. Then a hand pinned you to the wall as Baekhyun brought his face towards your chest and licked the blood that had escaped the cut. When he raised his head back up to you his lips were marked with your blood and you could see two fangs pressing into his bottom lip.

You’re warm.

 That’s the first thought you have when you become semi-conscious. You had fallen asleep cold – cold and terrified. But you’re warm and content now, snuggled under… blankets?

Your eyes open groggily, your vision focusing on the heaps of blankets spread over you. The plush pillows beneath your head are practically begging you to close your eyes once more, but you hear the soft crackle of fire in one corner of the room. The opposite corner of the one in your bedroom. Where am I?

The question causes you to push up on your elbows to get a better look at where you are. The walls look like stone with a thin layer of gold pressed over them, perhaps showing the pinnacle of wealth. The floorboards are a reddish wood, your blankets being cream fur and wool and linen. The fireplace is broad and grand, the fire taking the bite out of the winter air wafting in from a crack in the giant window in the room. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, your feet meet cool floorboards and manage to knock away some of the sleep still clouding your mind.

The murdered boy.

The walk to the church.

The demon waiting.

Everything comes flooding back to you, and your heart speeds in sudden fear. The demon brought you here, it must be his home. He used some sort of black magic to put you asleep to make sure you wouldn’t know where you were. Or perhaps it was just to make sure you wouldn’t fight him. Either way, you were panicked and ready to bolt.

As quietly as possible, you padded over to the cracked window. Peering outside showed the estate’s overgrown grass and out of control garden, with an expanse of forestry beyond it. The sky was dark and cloudy, and the ground was at least 3 floors below. There goes the idea of sneaking out the window.

You move away, going to inspect the fireplace. There’s a fire poker leaning against it, and you pick it up, feeling the weight in your hand as you give an experimental swing. It’s got heft and it feels like solid iron. Somehow you doubted it would offer much protection if all the rumors you had heard about this particular brand of evil were true. However, it would have to do, so you continued on.

You found your slippers set next to the bed, and you slipped those on before you moved to the door. The handle was unlocked, so you twisted it slowly and pulled it open. Thankfully, the door didn’t creak, so you crept out. The walls outside were stone, lit up candles in gold sconces placed evenly down the hallway. Tapestries were sometimes between them, but you hardly took notice as you continued down the hallway and took the first set of stairs you found.

It led to another hallway, same stones, same sconces, and you pushed forward. An uneasy feeling had made its home in your stomach, having moved through an entire floor and not hearing one whisper of a voice as you went, not a single creak of a floorboard, not a single instance that would lead you to believe you were anything but completely and totally alone. The second staircase was easy to locate, because it was a grand set of split stairs that led to the foyer, and beyond that, a set of dark-wooden doors that undoubtedly led to freedom.

Having decided you were alone, you picked up your skirts and rushed down the remaining steps. You crossed the expansive foyer with long strides, practically throwing yourself at the doors when you reached the. Each hand tugged at a doorknob, but neither of them budged. Abandoning that idea, your left hand joined your right and you tugged at one doorknob with all your strength, but it didn’t budge, let alone turn. Having already worked up hope to escape, your hopes dropped, and you kicked the door in frustration.

“Ouch!” You hissed, leaning down to clutch your foot. Your slippers did nothing to shield your toes from your lashing out, and the white-hot fury you felt start to build was doused with water as you heard a low chuckle sound from behind you. You straightened immediately, turning in you spot with wide eyes to see who had snuck up on you.

It wasn’t your demon. My demon? You briefly thought and expelled the unexplainable drop in your stomach when you realized it wasn’t him. It was a different demon-man, slightly shorter, with poutier lips and thicker brows. The eyes were a similar ruby red, and his skin was like paper.

“My brother won’t like you trying to break things in our home.” He spoke, and his voice sounded just as melodic as the other’s had.

“Why am I here? Who are you?” You demanded, finding your voice after a moment of gaping. Your hand tightened around the fire poker.

“He should have talked to you before bringing you here.” The demon sighed, tilting his head a bit as he regarded you for a moment. “My name is Junmyeon. Yixing had to step out to… well, he had to step out for a bit. Consider me your babysitter. Are you hungry?”

“Am I-am I hungry?” You spluttered at him, thrown off by the nonchalance and apparent disregard for the situation you were in. “Do you both kidnap girls so regularly this doesn’t surprise you?”

“Like I said, Yixing should have talked to you.” He shook his head. “I apologize for his behavior; he doesn’t have a lot of interaction with humans outside of our usual capacity. However, if you come sit down for breakfast I can answer some questions you might have.”

“Breakfast?” You question in confusion. You risked taking your eyes off the demon to glance around, noticing each window had heavy curtains hanging over them, blocking out any sun that might be coming out.

“Well, admittedly breakfast for you might not be for a couple more hours. You’ve been asleep for over a day though, so I believe you should be hungry. Humans still eat three times a day, yes?”

As he spoke, shock rattled through you. Asleep for a day? You couldn’t believe it. The nerves in your stomach wouldn’t allow you to eat, but he hadn’t made any move to harm you. If the other one could make you sleep for over a day with just a few words, you had no doubt this one could kill you without breaking a sweat. This might be the only way I get answers.

“Okay.” You respond, unsure. The demon – Junmyeon – nods and turns on his heel, leading the way back he that he most likely came. He seemed to glide on air, his movements graceful and entirely inhuman. You followed tentatively, still holding the fire poker in one hand. Glancing around didn’t yield many results – the place was sparsely furnished. You supposed demons didn’t have much need for material things.

He led the way into large dining area. The ceilings were high, a single chandelier hanging above the middle of an expansive marble table. A spread of fruits, breads, different meats, and sweet treats were spread out across the top of the table, candles lit intermittently throughout. The great windows in this room were covered with the same thick curtains.

“Please sit where you like.” Junmyeon offers, standing off to the side of the table. You manage a small nod, choosing the seat closest to where you just came from. Junmyeon took the seat across from you at the table, and you set the fire poker at your side for easy access. He never mentioned the weapon, never looked at it, and at once you knew you first thought was correct – if he wanted to hurt you, nothing would stand in its way. You felt silly for even trying.

“Why am I here?” You ask him again, gazing at him from across the table. The candles closest by cast shadows across one side of his face, and outside of the light one eye looked almost normal, just a handsome face sitting across from you.

“You must already know why you’re here.” He responds, eyes trailing down to rest over where birthmark was on your collarbone. Your hand flies up to cover it, your cheeks burning lightly. You see his eyes widen a bit, swallowing. It was the most human thing you had seen him display so far, but it felt predatory. You shift in your seat, suddenly feeling even more nervous.

“I know what I’ve heard about it.” You admit. “But I want to know what you think. Why he thinks he has a right over my life.”

“You’re his.” Junmyeon says simply. “You were made for him, crafted specifically by a higher power in order to give him companionship. That mark you have is just intended to bring you together faster.”

“He’s not human. Neither are you.” You find yourself arguing. “I’m meant to be with someone like me, someone who won’t steal my soul and damn me for eternity.” You don’t know where the sudden fire comes from. Perhaps it’s at being referred to like a pet or maybe it’s because he speaks like God intended to give his creations to demons, but you were not having it.

“You should eat.” Junmyeon says, not feeding from your sudden anger. “Your next meal will not be until midday, Yixing will be disappointed if you starve yourself further.”

“I don’t care what Yixing feels.” You mutter, but pile the closest things onto your plate anyways. Junmyeon’s lips twitch in amusement.

“You will.” He shrugs a bit, picking up an apple to bite into it. You blink in surprise but decide not to question it.

“What is he going to do with me?” You voice wobbles towards the end. You had to know if you had any chance of returning home, of having a normal life again – or if you were going to die in a foreign place surrounded by evil.

Junmyeon looks away after a moment, lips pressing together lightly as a faraway look glazes over his eyes. “I’m not sure.” He admits after a moment. “I don’t think he thought much further ahead than just finding you.”

“That’s comforting.” You bite out, but simmer down when Junmyeon cuts his gaze back to yours.

“Eat.” He says, standing from his seat. “Perhaps I will answer more questions for you tomorrow. For now, eat. Any doors that are locked are impermissible to attempt entrance. Attempting to leave our home will end in vain.” He walked around the table before he paused. “And please return the fire poker to its rightful spot. It will not help you here.” His eyes shined in something akin to humor, but you weren’t quite sure that was possible for a being like himself. He left the dining area without a noise.

Your fury burning out ignited hunger pangs. You decide Junmyeon was right, you had to eat – if you wanted to escape you would need energy and starving yourself was not the answer. You avoid the meat altogether, sick thoughts running through your head about what it could possibly be. Instead, you choose to focus on the fruits and breads. It isn’t the healthiest breakfast, but it fills you up and you decide it doesn’t taste poisoned.

When you finish you stand from the table uncertainly. Outside of attempting to break into any locked rooms, Junmyeon hadn’t left you with any substantial information about what to do with your day. Not being allowed outside drastically cut down on things to keep you distracted. You decide it wouldn’t be a bad idea to familiarize yourself with the layout of the estate. As far as you knew, it was just Junmyeon and Yixing who lived here, and one of them was apparently away.

Remembering to grab the fire poker, you move out of the dining area. You move through the lower floor easily, and outside of the foyer and dining area, there’s a large ballroom with access to the dining room and foyer. The kitchen is connected to the dining area, but it’s locked and you don’t push Junmyeon’s rules. You go up the entrance stairway and come from the opposite way you came from. There were few doors unlocked, one leading to a sitting area with a plush couch, loveseat, and a few armchairs, while another door led to a library roughly three times the size of the Count’s. You resist the urge to comb through the titles and continue on your way.

The last unlocked door on the second floor grants you access to a larger room. Inside, the windows are still covered, and the lack of lit candles causes it hard for you to see. Squinting and taking a tentative step inside, your eyes adjust after a few moments of strain. Just barely you’re able to make out the shape of a grand piano sitting in the middle of the room. Beyond it are other shadows of what seem to be instruments like a violin and a bass. Unfortunately, your parents had never deemed it necessary for you to learn to play like many other young ladies would, so you back out of the room and shut the door quietly.

The third flight of stairs yielded no results other than the room you woke in. Deciding to peek behind the curtains you saw that the sun was crawling its way up, casting reds and oranges over the sky. Sighing, you decided to go back to the first floor and peek behind the curtains. Not so surprisingly, beyond the glass window were bars of metal, perhaps put there just to keep you inside. Feeling the most discouraged you have felt since the day the witch called you out in front of the square, you trudged back to the library. At least you had an assortment of books to waste away your time.

The rest of your day was spent reading. In any other situation you would be excited to be met with such exotic and new texts, however being locked away without any human interaction, against your will at that, had a way of sapping your enjoyment in totality. No one comes to summon you for lunch or dinner or even tea, so you curl up in an armchair for hours on end. Luckily you had thrown open the curtains in the library, so the sunny sky retreating behind the forestry was your hint that the day was ending and soon your source of light would be gone.

When the sinking sun has officially robbed you of your reading light and your eyes ached for the strain, you set aside your book and get up, stretching your legs and arms. Padding lightly back to your room, you decided to take a look in the closet. A few pieces of clothing were hung up, and you located something very modest to wear as sleep clothes. You lay down in bed after sliding out of your slippers, pulling the blankets up around your neck. Maybe you would die here, alone of old age, instead of him ending your life. It was a more chilling thought than you imagined. You turn on your side, closing your eyes, trying to keep the coldness away.

As you’re beginning to feel the tendrils of sleep penetrate, a soft melody floats up from the floor below. Your eyes open tiredly, recognizing the sounds of a grand piano, and you realize it must be coming from the one you had found earlier. The full, rich sound of each key being pressed resonated throughout you as it took on a more melancholic feel. Despite the deep-seated sadness emanating from whatever piece was being played, it was steady and smooth, somehow offering comfort as your eyes slid shut, lulling you into another dreamless sleep.

-

"Do you know the whereabouts of Kim Minseok?" the questions at first were gentle, and they talked to you as if they were dealing with a wounded doe. But your everlasting confusion and dizziness became tiring for one of them really quickly.

"You know who he is, do you not, miss?" the at first honeyed voice slowly turned rough, and the soft gaze hardened. You shivered, wrapping the coarse blanket around yourself tighter, trying to ward yourself from the cold that was coming from within you.

"I-I do. And...and there is nothing wrong with being a vampire, sir, just like there is nothing wrong with being human." you resolutely stated, trying to hold your ground. The supernatural beings were hunted centuries ago, and it seems that it was hard to let go of stereotyping. Nevertheless, you were ready to fight for your brand new mate.

"And I'm not saying there is, Ms.___." The cooing tone was replaced by one of an exasperated teacher losing patience over a less-than-bright child.

"But there is most definitely something wrong with being a mafia leader." you shook your head at his statement.

"Absolutely not. Minseok is not a gangster. He is a businessman."

"A businessman with blood, miss. We just raided one of his establishments and have taken more than 50 blood donors from the estate."

"You must be mistaken, I believe. Minseok would never do anything like-"

"Are you in business with him, miss?" the less patient policeman cut you off, and you stared at him, shivering, slowly more and more agitated.

"I am in no business with him. I am his mate. Need I remind you that it is against the law to keep a newly bonded couple separated?" it was general knowledge that a couple that has just bonded needed to be in close vicinity while the mating process has been established. You began to feel it yourself, the low burning slowly growing, kindling in your body and leaving you in a strange combination of feeling in an almost hypothermic state while being feverish as well.  

What you thought would be a triumphant way to make the two rough men let you go proved futile. The meaner one grinned, flashing his yellowed teeth at you.

"You don't need to remind us of the laws, miss ___, we know very well what we can and cannot do. And while making sure newly bonded mates are kept in close contact is protected by the law, the capture of a dangerous criminal on the loose is above assuring your comfort during this first week. Especially..." he leaned against the table, entwining his fingers and resting his chin on top of it, "when we can lure your mate over here and capture him."

-

"What the hell happened?" Minseok seethed, flipping over the table. The wood cracked under the force of his fingertips, splinters flying from the furniture. His expression of anger did not phase his right hand, who didn't even flinch as his boss ranged through his luxurious house.

"There was a raid in the main estate, sir. The police somehow found out about your house as well."

"Someone ratted?"

"I'm already working on finding the person, sir."

"Where is ___?" he knew immediately that you were not in the vicinity. He would've felt the constant anxiousness that was plaguing him since he left your side decrease, but at the moment, it just rocketed sky high. What the fuck was this day about.

"They took her, sir." Luhan's words made him stop the rampage, his whole body frozen in disbelief.

"What did you say?" Minseok's voice was no longer filled with fury - that was hiding inside of him, bubbling and boiling and seeping.

"She was taken into custody by the police force, under the belief she was a blood whore."

"Give me the address." Luhan was barely able to finish his sentence when Minseok turned to him, eyes blood red and determined. Knowing that it was his neck on the line this time, Luhan immediately told his boss about the whereabouts of his mate.

Minseok disappeared with the fog, slipping underneath the door and into the darkness.

-

The flimsy blanket that accompanied you into your jail cell wasn’t enough. You tried your best to cocoon yourself into the fabric on the hard mattress, but it still didn’t stop you from shivering. Were you shivering because you were cold? Because you were afraid? Was it both of these reasons at once?

Where was Minseok? Why did they claim he is mafia? Were you that blinded by love that you did not see the snake behind the roses?

Your head ached and your eyes strained against the dimmed lights, making it even worse. The jail was quiet, save for the occasional snort coming from the other occupants, taken into custody because of drunk and disorderly behavior or other offences. Minutes trickled by like they were hours, and you thought that if something, somebody didn’t come and take you from there, you will die in that dinky, small cell.

Suddenly, there anchoring agony faded.

And in front of you stood Minseok, eyes filled with a mess of anger, relief and pain.

You felt like this was all just an illusion, but nevertheless you reached out to your mate, just a tiny flicker of hope in you rooting for him actually being there. And when you heard your name in his chocked voice, his hand grasping yours, the flame spread throughout your body, rushing the tears into your eyes.

“M-Minseok,” you stuttered in a watery voice as you tried to untangle yourself from the blanket as quickly as possible to get to him, but Minseok was quicker; he was on the bed in a flash, arms enveloping your body and hoisting you into his lap. His nose immediately buried into the crook of your neck, lips gently brushing over the mark on your shoulder, the source of immense happiness but also indescribable pain.

“My love,” Minseok rumbled as he held you tight, as if there was someone who could take you away from him. And in the past hours, that someone really came. The realization of where you are and what happened came crashing back down to you and a whine ripped from your throat as you leaned back from his embrace to look into his eyes.

“Minseok, what’s all…what’s all this? Why am I here…” he kept quiet, just staring at you as his hands stroked your hair, thumbed at your tear-stained cheeks, squeezed at your shoulders in reassurance.

“The police… they keep telling me…that…that you’re a gangster…that…that you have blood whores… Minseok, they’re lying, right?” your voice grew desperate, because you felt that his silence only served to prove that the pudgy, sweaty, mean police officer back in that interrogation room was right.

“I will explain everything to you, ___. I promise. When I get you out of here, I’ll tell you everything.”

“You just have to pay them and they will let me go, Minseok. You could just…just walk up to the desk and give them money and I will be free.” Something in his eyes told you he couldn’t do that. In your pained mind, it all started to click into place. His long, unnatural hours. His partners, all thick-necked and tattoo-ridden, eyes as hard as their punches most probably were.

“They were telling the truth.” You finally said after a pause, your hands falling from their perch on Minseok’s shoulders. The retreat of touch made your mate whine, eyebrows pinched and a flurry of emotions in his eyes.

“You’re a gangster.”

“___,”

“You’re…you do run brothels…”

“I can explain everything, I promise. The second I get you out of here I-“

“No.”

It was barely whispered, but the word had the same reaction as a roar would have. Minseok stopped trying to explain, his hands frozen on your cheeks as he tried to make you look at him. Your gaze was still on the floor, away from your partner. From someone you loved.

From a criminal.

“Just go, Minseok. Before I call the guards.”

“Let me stay here for a little more, baby. The mark-“

“I don’t care. Leave me.”

“But you will hurt-“

“It’s nothing compared to the fact that I just mated for life to someone I apparently didn’t know at all.” The chuckle was self-depreciating.

There was commotion down the hall. Your conversation must have alerted somebody.

“___,” his voice was full of pain, pain that the two of you apparently shared. He should’ve been honest with you from the start, and maybe you would’ve prepared better for the possibility of a raid. Of the possibility that somebody would try to use your love to make Minseok pay for his crimes.

“I can’t bare the thought of you being executed, Minseok…just…please just go. I can’t look at you right now.”

“I’ll come back to you.” Minseok swore as he made sure that you looked into his blood-soaked eyes filled with fiery determination.

“I don’t care.” You told him, voice dead. The presence that was calming just a few minutes ago now felt like a burden.

“I’ll be back, baby, I promise. And I’ll explain everything.”

“What’s going on down there?” a new voice barged into your conversation. After the minute glance sent to the cell bars, Minseok turned back to you and pressed a long kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, ___. I’m sorry this had to happen. I’m coming back for you.”

“I don’t care.”

But as you watched your mate disappear in the ventilation, grey fog slipping through the blades, your heart clenched tight at the confusion it felt.

“Move away if you don’t want to lose that precious big arm of yours.” Roared Chen fearless.

The two gorilla-like bouncers at the back door of the noisy club bursted out laughing. 

“You little tiny bean? What are you going to do to me baby boy with lipstick on?” Teased the threatened biggest one. “Go home before your mommy realises you’re not tucked in the way she left you. Before I lose my patience.” The man pushed Chen with one finger.

Chen took that same finger at his chest pulling him closer to him surprising the man with the unexpected power he had. “I said let me in. I need to speak to your boss that has illegal businesses going on. Now!”

“Alright enough of this nonsense.” The other man came to grab Chen by his shoulder but both found themselves shoved onto the wall as they hang while Chen held their necks.

“I said now!” Chen insisted.

“What are you!?”

“Are you sure you want to discover what am I? Let me in I said and escort me to where your mafia lord is.”

Chen let go making them fall on the ground holding on their necks nodding like little docile puppies. The biggest one opened the door for him walking in front of him.

“Here he is.” He knocked the door opening it. “Boss?”

“What the fuck do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Two beautiful girls arose from under the table. He was clearly busy.

“I have someone that needs to see you.”

Chen didn’t wait for any further introductions and opened the door letting himself in. “You buy antiques don’t you?”

“Who is this pretty boy Jaeho? I didn’t allow you to let anyone in.”

Chen ignored the comment sitting adjacent from the man that they called boss crossing his leg playing with his chin.

“I’m kind of in a hurry. Please let these ladies out.”

“What makes you think I won’t just crack your neck pretty boy?”

“Try it!” Chen tapped his fingers over the desk. “I’m waiting.”

“Boss, I think you should listen to him.”

“Get out useless!” The boss motioned with his hand for the bouncer to leave.

“And the ladies?” Chen pointed.

“Speak up because I don’t have much time.”

“Alrighty.” Chen took from his pocket a gold hairpin typical of Joseon era placing it on the table.

“Oh.” The boss extended his hand to touch but Chen moved it away.

“Let me hear what you can do for me first, and then you can touch as much as you want.”

“Where did you steal that from?”

“I didn’t steal it.” Spat Chen. “I inherited it.”

“Yeah sure sure, I mean we could partner. I see that is-”

“Yes from Joseon era. It was owned by one of King Sejong’s concubines.”

“What do you want for it? How much?”

“I don’t want money.” Chen relaxed in his seat noticing how one of the girls had stood up wanting to seat on his lap. “Let these ladies out. You can’t buy me with women.”

“You two.” Spoke the boss firmly. “Out! And if any of this gets out, you don’t want to see what I’ll do to you.”

“Tsk tsk tsk.” Chen shook his head. “I tell you I don’t trust men mistreating women.”

The boss gulped motioning for the girls to leave. “Tell me what you want, and you shall have it. Drugs? Weapons?”

Chen clicked his tongue. “No. I want you to rebuild my house.”

The boss widened his eyes speechless before bursting into jerks of laughter. “What?”

“If you can’t, I’ll get someone else to do it for me.” Chen stood up but the boss caught his wrist noticing how cold to the touch he was.

“Anything you want. Tell me what you want to do.”

“I’ll tell you. However if any of your men tries to steal me, I’ll rip their limbs off.” Chen moved his tongue over his teeth showing him his shiny vampire fangs. “You got me?”

The boss flinched away gasping. “I understand. And you got my word. You got Lee Byukhan’s word. What’s your name?”

***

The hairpin’s value was was much more than some renovations in Chen’s already beautiful palace. He could had build ten other palaces with the value of the ancient hairpin, but he didn’t want. He just wanted enough to have this place modernised and welcoming for when you came. That is you ever decided to.

He finally got electricity, which he found the best human invention of all times. He got all the plumbing done and an out of this world main bathroom. The whole decor was stunning. It looked like a palace in Joseon era with modern amenities. The red and green colours vibrant, bringing him memories of Dohee that he wanted to replace with you.

Now all he needed to do was wait...

Wait, and wait and wait... 

Chen had never really openly called you out loud, he thought that your heart would bring you back. The ache that you were surely feeling just like he was feeling. But now in a desperate moment like this where he couldn’t anymore...

“Come back to me ___. Come back to me or my life won’t have a meaning anymore... My existence is no longer relevant on this earth...”

***

“You didn’t get pictures of the Pine Grosbeak bird. You didn’t bring anything to the table ever since that damn attempt. And you won’t even take me to be your lovely husband. What is wrong with you ___?”

“Oh here he comes again. Leave me alone Donghae.”

“You do realise you are the only girl I let her talk to me without formalities right?”

“What do you want right now?” You looked from your computer to his beautiful cheeky face. 

“Ah forget it! You are being impossible lately.” he shoved the air in front of him turning his chair and attention back to his work.

“As if you really cared about what happens to me. If I get fired, you’ll be the happiest, thinking maybe I’ll go cry on your shoulder and ask you to take me in right?”

“You wouldn’t come to me even then baby?” Teased Donghae.

“Don’t call me baby, and no I wouldn’t.”

“What happened in that trip ___. No seriously I’m very curious. You’re unbearable lately.”

That trip...

You closed your eyes. The mention of that trip...

 “Come back to me ___. Come back to me or my life won’t have a meaning anymore... My existence is no longer relevant on this earth...”

You gasped as if feeling your body shaking from the inside. Your heart pumping blood fast. His voice... His pretty voice coming out of his tinted lips...

His tinted lips...

“Donghae!” You called holding on your chest squeezing your eyes shut.

He looked from his computer to you standing coming to your side. “___? Are you alright? What’s wrong?”

“My chest!” You breathed out with difficulty.

“Oh lord! I’m taking you to the hospital!”

Donghae didn’t wait for your approval and lifted you bridal style running outside the offices.

“Stop! Stop! I’m fine. I need your car keys.” You whispered on the crock of his neck.

“What? Are you insane?”

“Donghae, I think I’m love sick, that’s all.”

“What the actual fuck ___!” He put you down. “Don’t fucking joke with these things. What is your fucking problem? Ha?”

You held on your temple with one hand while the other still pressed on your chest. 

“Are you in pain or not?”

You started crying making a scene. You rested your forehead on the wall near the elevator.

“___!”

“Donghae. Give me your car keys, as a friend please.”

“To go see an asshole that is making you cry?”

“I’m the asshole. I need to go see him.”

“Fucking great! And I thought I stood a chance... Sure baby girl.” He took out his car keys. “But just so you know... I won’t be nice every time. You fooled me.”

“Thanks Donghae.”

“And the boss? Do I just tell him...”

“I’ll come back with the Pine Grosbeak bird pictures, if I don’t... I’ll quit.”

“No baby, he’ll fire you.”

You nodded getting in the elevator. “Thanks Donghae.”

***

You didn’t even bother change or try and look better. You took Donghae’s car and drove to Bukhansan National Park non stop. Your heart squeezing from time to time, wondering how all this time it never really did. What had happened to you. You were a professional when it came to ignore those feelings. You even were thinking of maybe take Donghae’s offer, after all... what did he lack? In comparison to Chen that did lack.

Chen was full of flaws you were convincing yourself with that fact. For starters he wasn’t even human. Thinking you'd give up your life to be in that wrecked and full of history place with his beloved Dohee was selfish of him. You weren’t a therapist, not for a vampire for sure. You didn’t want that, you didn’t want him... but you did. You were lying to yourself because you couldn’t wait to have his cold smooth skin near yours to stop that ache you felt all these months. Wasn't he the one promising you eternal love? What has he done to prove you that he was in love like he claimed? 

Nothing, nothing happened other than taint your soul, making you think of nothing but his tinted lips. The lips that needed to attach to your skin as soon as possible, otherwise you’d go insane and finally die in your own misery.

“Chen!” You cried in the middle of the dark road. 

You exited the car that you parked near the phone booth and where the bus should stop crossing the road to the darkest side of the forest where you last saw his sparkling eyes before disappearing. 

“I’m here.” You added looking around for him.

You didn’t have the chance to even adjust to the thought that you were now on his arms and running. You closed your eyes feeling his cold body against yours.

He set you down taking two steps away. You slowly opened your eyes looking around the place that looked nothing like you remembered, wondering if you had travelled in time to the good days of this palace. Your eyes finally falling on Chen. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were the shiniest red shade and his eyebrows knitted. You caught your breath almost scared, scared but excited, scared but regretting not coming before...

“Chen!” You extended your hand wanting to touch him, but he took another step back. “What’s wrong?”

“I thought you came because you missed me, and after three months apart, you come to me smelling like another man.” He placed his index finger under his nostrils to cover them looking rather disgusted.

You laughed shaking your head. “Possessive vampire?” 

“Are you even mine to begin with? How could you?”

“Did you look for me?”

“I’m a vampire yes, but I cannot find you just because I want to find you. However you know where I am. And you smell like another man. Have you came here to mock my misery?”

“Misery? What misery, look where you’re liv-”

Chen turned on the lighting making you swallow the rest of the sentence. It was magical. It looked exactly like one of those Joseon dramas settings, but even better. The red colours contrasting with the modern lighting. The beautiful wooden flooring, warm wooden flooring that was. The ornaments, the flowers engraved in the wooden pillars.

“Chen! How?”

“For you. I never had the need to do this, but for you. I’m willing to live the most normal life. For you. You give meaning to my existence.”

“Not Dohee?”

“You. You made my frozen heart beat again.”

You came closer really needing to hear everything he had to say closely.

“You smell like another male.”

“What do you smell? You think I slept with someone else? Do you think I could? I couldn’t even get closer to anyone all this time!” 

“Then why?”

“I took his car. I smell like Donghae because of his car! To come here when I heard you call me. It was that easy to have me back. Why didn’t you call me before? Why didn’t you say my name once!”

“Bath.”

“What?”

“Bath to get rid of that stench.”

You widened your eyes surprised but relaxed your features after nodding. “Alright Chen, I’ll-”

“Jongdae. Call me by my human name. I don’t want to be Chen anymore, not with you.”

You agreed. “Alright.”

He moved walking in front of you in the once humid and dark corridor. Now it was warm and inviting. Bright and beautiful decorated with all sorts of Joseon antiques. 

You didn’t speak, you didn’t ask, you just observed amused till he opened the door to the biggest bathroom you’ve seen in your life.

It was not as bright, it was dimly lit. Dark beige marble walls and floorings. A big double door shower with a bench inside, and a big enough bath to fit two people. It was already filled and it had fresh bath foam floating and some petals.

“When did you prepare all this?” You smiled trying again to get close to him.

“Bath!” He placed his hand in front of him.

“I-”

“I’ll wait outside.” He huffed walking away.

You noticed how his hands had gathered into fists. He seemed cold and distant, but as you undressed and submerged yourself in the very comfortable warm bath.

After not even five minutes he knocked on the door.

“Yes?” You raised yourself looking at the door.

“Ahmm.”

“Do you want to come in? There’s plenty of room in here.”

He opened the door slowly peeking first to see how you sat in the bath. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright Ch-Jongdae. I guess I smell nice now?”

He let himself in holding a very old looking book. “Can I sit? Next to you?”

“With a book?”

“I’ll sit just next to the bath.”

You nodded confused. “What is that book you’re holding?”

“Poetry. You like poetry?”

“Well, I don’t know...”

Jongdae sat next to the bath on the floor, he opened the book making you curious. You watched how long his eyelashes were when he looked down at the book trying to choose what he wanted to read. His tinted lips the most kissable, wondering how you had such willpower to not just pull him with you inside.

‘廻石直生空 平湖四望通 岩根恒灑浪 樹杪鎭搖風 偃流還漬影 侵霞更上紅 獨拔群峯外 孤秀白雲中 

The solitary boulder rises straight up to the heavens And looks out over the four directions from Placid Lake. Waves constantly splash around the roots of the stone As tree branches ceaselessly tremble in the wind. The stone leans in the waves, immersing its shadow While an encroaching sunset mist transforms its top to red. Unaccompanied, it juts up beyond the clustered peaks, Rising alone amid the white clouds’

“You can read Hanja? How old is that book?”

“This was written by Dharma Master Chong, a monk from the Goguryeo Kingdom (37 B.C.–A.D. 668)”

“It’s beautiful Jongdae... but it’s more beautiful because you read it with your voice coming out your tinted lips.”

“You don’t detest me? My lips turned way too crimson. It’s the reason why I secluded myself in a way, I’m afraid you’ll be embarrassed of me.”

“Well good thing you secluded yourself, otherwise someone could had taken you from me. You are beautiful Jongdae.”

He shied away looking down smiling slightly. You noticed because the edges of his lips curled slightly upwards.

He set the book down lifting his gaze to lock eyes with you. “You smell good.” He took your hand feeling with the palm of your hand with his thumb. 

You hissed at the feeling of his cold skin with your hot one. You raised yourself lightly tracing his lower lip with thumb. “I missed you. I won’t lie about it. I missed you a lot. I was in pain, but you never called me.”

“Would you had heard me?”

“I did when you called me today. How could you? You don’t you desire me anymore like you did before?” You traced your fingers over your neck.

“Don’t do that.” He growled.

“I don’t fear you Jongdae.”

He pulled you to stand bringing you by the waist crushing his chest over your naked one making you gasp. “You shouldn’t say things like that to a vampire. You are here alone with me. Watch your words.”

You cleared your throat. “You look tense. Your muscles must be aching.” Your hands massaged his shoulders slowly. 

“Did you feed well today?”

You nodded. “All I’m missing is dessert.”

His nostrils flared before following a drop of water that traced your cheek going to your jaw. “Get dressed.”

“You don’t crave for me anymore?”

“I don’t think you’re ready to take me. You need to feed.”

“Don’t you need to feed?”

“___.”

“Jongdae! I don’t feel desired. All them things you told me... a bunch of lies.”

“You basically hold my life. You have me wrapped around your finger and it’s hard to deal with it.”

“Your tinted lips...” You pulled his lower lips with your fingers. “I want them. I want you so bad.” You spoke sultrily making the beast inside Jongdae roar.

The echo in the marbled bathroom making all your hairs stand and maybe regretting your blunt actions. His eyes shined the deepest of reds, like rubies. His canines visible poking on his lower lip. He fisted your hair forcing you to reveal your neck to him. Your jugular vein pumping the blood he so long craved making you fear him.

He lowered his face finally his nose making contact with your warm wet skin. He darted his tongue licking the patch where he’d sink his teeth. “I tried to be as romantic and patient and good vampire as I could, but I guess bad girls like you don’t get to have that.”

“Jongdae!” You fisted his shirt. “I’m cold.”

“Let me suck you and when I fuck you you’ll warm up.”

“How about you fuck me first so I’m fully aware and then suck me afterwards all you want?”

“Tsk tsk tsk. I do not receive orders.” He followed by tracing his canines. “Not with a girl like you that doesn’t appreciate how composed I’ve been ever since you came back smelling like someone else.”

He followed by tracing his nails gently over your back sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

“But I want to see you too. It’s not fair.”

Jongdae sighed, it amused how weak he was with you, when in his head this scenario is nothing like he imagined it would be.

“Are you intending to stay ___?” He asked low near your ear. “Tell me, I need to know. Because I don’t want to get addicted to your venom.”

“You’re not making it want me to stay.” You pushed him lightly to look at him closely. “You don’t love me.”

Jongdae licked his beautiful tinted lips watching you bit your lower one. You punctured your lip peeling some skin making it bleed. Jongdae’s ruby looking eyes widened giving all his attention to the little drop of blood that decorated your lower lip.

“You are-”

“Nasty. I know, but you are slow. I’m just initiation what you can’t.”

You weren’t sure if you should had said that last sentence or not. You were in a second pushed to the ice cold marble wall feeling Jongdae’s canines on your lip. He sucked making two new punctures getting more of your blood. It was lust laced with desire and hunger. Certainly not satisfying anything for both of you.

You tilted your head to let him properly kiss you postponing the little blood sucking momentarily. You pushed his shirt aside trying to expose any skin, feeling that the wall at your back wasn’t cold enough to calm the fire you were feeling inside your body. Your blood pumping so fast that it felt you were going to pass out if he didn’t take you right now.

Jongdae released your lips with a pop letting your take your breath while he ripped his own clothing watching you pant, feeling how much you wanted him finally.

“You’re a bad a girl, and being bad around vampires is not wise.”

“I’m your bad girl.” 

Jongdae growled the loudest you’ve heard him. It excited you incredibly. He pulled your arm demandingly towards him following by slapping your butt cheek firmly, you understood his command without any words. You encircled his neck with your arms jumping encircling his waist with your legs.

“Am I being good now?” You pecked his lips while he walked you outside the bath walking again down the museum-like corridor.

“We’ll see how good you take a vampire that’s been waiting for you for three months now. Then I’ll decide.”

“Are you going to break me Jongdae? Because I'm not one bit scared of that.”

A door slid closed feeling the softness of a silk sheeted mattress. Trying to straighten yourself to admire the Joseon queen-like chamber, you felt Jongdae’s hand at the side of your neck holding you in place.

“Just stay docile, because after this you’ll lose a lot of blood.” He advised removing his hand guiding it to your centre. “Spread your legs.”

“And acting all knowledgeable? Didn’t you lose your virginity with me?”

“We learn quick, a quality we have.” He pushed his digits inside making you gasp. 

“Jongdae!”

“Three-months.” He thrusted his fingers every word deep enough to have you seeing stairs. “Three-long-painful-lonely-months!” At this stage you were holding his wrist, but that didn’t stop him from thrusting after every word sharply. “How-could-you!”

“Jongdae~” 

You tried stopping his hand but in vain, and when you actually surrendered to the feeling, he was the one removing his hand.

“I’m sorry~” You whined feeling his cold member stretching you the way you needed. “I- you feel so good~” you whispered that last statement closing your eyes.

You felt his body and chest make contact with your body, the delicious feeling of his weight as he rolled his hips thrusting sharply again like with his fingers.

“Jongd-aghr~”

“Yeah, yes! Show me how sorry you are. Tell me we belong like this forever.”

“Yes Jongdae. I want this forever.” You ran your fingers through his hair sending electricity throughout Jongdae’s body, yet a new feeling he’s never felt.

“You are danger, but I love you.”

“More Jongdae~ and kiss me.”

He lowered his mouth attaching it under your ear peppering sweet soft kisses that contradicted the sharp pinch of his canines. Pain and pleasure taken to the next level.

Your body surrendered to his thrusts when they got erratic and faster than your ability to count. It was like magic because you were sure you didn’t feel any part of your body except your brain and the knot that tied in your stomach laced with vibrations that were humanly indescribable.

When his cold release filled you, you then felt him sucking on your neck followed by a sharp puncture on your numbed skin. You could hear liquid being sucked and Jongdae’s greedy swallowing. You had reached the complete happiness and satisfaction. The pain not palpable feeling how Jongdae desired you.

When his tongue lapped to seal the wound, you felt serene and calm. The orgasm you experienced still making you dizzy. His tinted lips kissing your forehead after covering you.

“Turn me like you Jongdae~” It came out in an almost inaudible whisper that his vampire nature picked up.

He stiffed straightening himself. “Sleep for now.”

Jongdae thought he was finally happy... but he hadn’t thought about this one yet...

___________________________

A/N: First update being away from Tumblr. I hope you liked it even though I was writing this in my lowest of lowest moods. There’s a nice plot coming up in the story in the future, I promise.

Thanks for reading and supporting these humble fics I write ^_^

She stares at it, her breath steady as she wonders what would happen if that door were to open again. Would she meet those obsidian eyes that glowed gold in the light? Would the prince come in and show her that the myths of vampires’ cruelness were not just myths? Or would he come in and she’d feel that strange sense of safeness she felt looking into his golden eyes? Or would she meet soft black eyes of the human servant, Sehun? Would she meet another human? Would…would she meet another vampire?

So many possibilities run through her head, so many different things she could potentially meet on the other side of the door that makes her fingers twitch. She fears what she could meet behind the door, yet her fingers itch to twist the door knob. Curious about what she could meet; who she could meet.

The Princess slides off the bed in slow movements. She takes a few steps until her fingers are centimetres from the door handle. She pauses as she stares at her shaking fingers, so close to the door knob, and twists her head to flick her eyes around the room. She has the feeling she was looking for something, as if seeking permission to leave.

She takes in a big breath, closing her eyes to settle her frantic nerves.

It took small, minimal steps to get to the door, but it was going to take a huge step to open it.

Her breath trembles as she exhales and quickly grabs the knob, preparing herself to open it. Yet her hand freezes around the cool metal surface and her body stills.

She can’t do it. Her throat tightens as her eyes stare at her immobile hand on the door. She can’t open it.

Predatory obsidian eyes staring back at her flashes across her mind.

What if she meets another pair of eyes? What if she encounters another vampire?

She’s only met one so far, and she hasn’t liked the encounters she’s had with him.

Her lips tremble along with her hand. She can’t do it.

Well, apparently, she didn’t have to.

The door swings open, knocking her back until she almost stumbles to the floor before she catches herself and she tries to caste her wide eyes to the figures in the doorway. However, the light burns her eyes before she can look anymore at the two figures and turns her head away, bringing a hand up to block the candlelight.

“Look at the sheets… Such a mess.” A raspy woman voice tuts as the Princess tries to adjust to the light.

Her stinging eyes causes her focus to shift and forgets the two visitors as she rubs harshly at her eyes. She feels the sting travel behind her eyes and to her temple, creating an ache to settle within. Why was the candlelight so harsh?

She groans softly as she slides her hands down her face and pries her eyes open slowly. She sees a shadow in the corner of her hazy vision before her eyes re-adjust to the lighting. With an ache still sitting behind her eyes and in her temple, she blearily realises two women making the sheets of the bed.

She jolts away from the door and stumbles until her back meets the wall. She stares at the two old women, looking completely unfazed by neither her actions or presence.

“W-who are you two?” The Princess stutters out warily as the two women straighten out the sheets.

“We’re servants of the Byun Castle.” The shorter of the two old women rasps out, not even looking up to glance at the Princess.

“Are you…humans?”

“No.” was the short reply from the other woman, her voice devoid of emotion.

This makes the princess’s heart start to beat faster and her throat becomes cloggy. The young female watches the two maids closely, waiting for them to do something, like attack. However, as she waits and waits nothing happens. The two maids just continue to make and tidy the bed. Her heart slows down as she stands pressed against the wall, watching the two vampires finish making the bed.

“The bed is just going to get messed up again, you do realise this right?” a sudden voice causes the princess to jump and whip her head to the door where a man is standing.

Who is he?

Her heart picks up pace.

The old raspy-voiced vampire simply flicks her eyes briefly to the new person standing at the door, inclining her head towards the towering male. The two women continue tidying the room without a word to the new visitor.

The man hums before his eyes shift to the Princess still pressed against the wall. The princess quickly looks down before her eyes can meet the new man’s eyes, feeling her body go cold.

“Well, you must be the Prince’s…” The man trails off, his deep and sardonic voice traveling to her ears.

“Wife.” The emotionless servant supplies as she finishes up the bed.

“Wife, yes that’s the word.” The man chuckles before stepping into the room, prowling towards the princess.

“Although I rather prefer another word to describe such a pitiful, weak being.”

The princess’s fingers tremble, her fear rising as she listens to the predatory like steps come closer to her. She feels an instinctual need to run from this man as she stares at the floor with quivering lips.

Polished black shoes enter her vision and she holds her breath.

A deep hum from above startles her and she tries to flinch away from a hand suddenly gripping her chin and tilting it up, so she was face-to-face with the vampire’s. She clenches her eyes shut before they can meet the towering man’s eyes and her bottom lip quivers.

“I prefer the term ‘pet’.” The man’s voice sounds smug, as if her fear pleases him. “I’m surprised the Prince has kept this little one considering his past reactions to such beings.”

A lump develops in her throat, constricting her breath as her eyes clench tightly. A dark chuckle crawls up her spine.

“Open your eyes.” A hypnotic voice whispers into her ear, creeping into her subconscious and tugging at her eyelids. She feels helpless as her control slips from her and her eyes flicker open.

A sickly warm clench tightens her throat while she now stares right into glowing blood red eyes.

“There we are.” He sneers while his eyes dull into a cold inky blackness and a scathing smile stretches onto his face.

“Do you know who I am?”

Her throat throbs as she swallows, feeling incredibly powerless as the looming vampire grips her chin in his hand and stares helplessly into predacious eyes. She feels trapped. She feels like a baby deer wandering the forest lost with a wolf prowling behind the bushes, getting ready to pounce.

She wishes someone would save her.

“Well it seems an introduction is needed.” The man grins, his deadly sharp fangs on full display as his hand travels from her chin and down her neck. Her skin pricks as his icy-cold fingers glide over her skin, trailing towards the curve of her shoulder.

His hands still and she realises with a choked breath that his hand hovers over the bandage, where the mark lies under. Panic grips her heart as she feels an instinctual need to protect the mark, however he body is paralysed, unresponsive to any commandments she tries desperately to yell at herself.

“My name is Park Chanyeol, little one.”

A/N: I dedicate this chapter to @shesdreaminginoverdose !! Thank you for bringing back my love for this story and I hope you enjoy it~ 

People couldn’t figure out what you were, then your life would be over, not that you could really call it like that, after all you weren’t really alive, not anymore.A sudden knock on the door made your shoulders tense, you weren’t sure if you could handle the presence of an extra person inside of the room, it would make you loose your mind. “Yes?” The teacher interrupted her lecture to lift her eyes up at the door, and you fell back against the wooden chair with a big sigh, making some of the other students glance curiously at you, but you ignored them. But as soon as the door of the class opened and a very familiar face appeared into your view, all your muscles seemed to tense again. Immediately his eyes locked with yours, as if he had been searching for you and he gave you a warning look before focussing on the teacher again, who flashed him one of her wonderful smiles. 

It was unbelievable what Byun Baekhyun was able to do to others, even the teachers were into him, it was as if everyone fell in front of his feet without him even trying. Though, you weren’t the one who should judge them on that, you were one of those people. When you had first met the boy you had kept a safe distance from him, all your senses had been telling you that you had to stay away from him as far as possible. But one day you had just given up, and from the moment he had first spoken to you, he had had you under his spell. He was extremely handsome, but then again how couldn’t he be? There was nothing human about him, but at least he was more capable of acting like it than you were. He wasn’t bother by blood thirst, or the constant urge to walk in between the lines, that was probably the reason why his life seemed much easier than yours. 

He was discussing something with her, but since you hadn’t been paying attention, you hadn’t caught anything up from it. Actually you had been blocking out other’s their conversations for quite a while now, because all the voices inside of your head caused you to get serious headaches from time to time. Somedays you wondered what was so good about being a vampire, because at this moment you couldn’t recall anything positive about your situation. “____________?” When all of a sudden the teacher said your name and she turned her head to look at you, you frowned, wondering what she wanted. Normally she didn’t bother you during class, apparently she didn’t really like you. With a shrug of your shoulders you grabbed your bag and collected your stuff before walking up to her, and you could see everyone else inside of the room gaping at you. 

You and Baekhyun hung out more often at the school grounds, but mostly you avoided each other in public places like these. It could be very distracting for others sometimes, to see two beautiful people together who seemed flawless, almost as if they were magical. The thought made you grin uneasily, as you clutched the strap of your bag around your shoulder. When it was clear she wasn’t going to say anything to you or give you any useful information your look drifted from your teacher towards the werewolf, who eyed you with a look of concentration, his eyes scanning your features. You were sure he had noticed your dark expressions, and that he had already figured out what your situation was like. “Can I talk to you?” He asked, pointing towards the door with his hand, his body seemed relaxed and carefree, but you knew better than that. 

His heart was beating faster than usual inside of his chest, his blood flowing a little bit rougher, you could notice those changed inside of him.“Sure.” With another shrug of your shoulder you walked towards the door, not even considering looking around towards your classmates as you left the room, relieved to finally be free. Immediately it seemed as if a heavy burden was falling off of your shoulders, as if you had just escaped from a very dangerous situation. “Are you insane?” He hissed as soon as he had closed the door and when you spun around to look at him you could see that his polite expression had made room for one of frustration, which was clearly pointed towards you. In defense you locked your arms over your chest, eyeing him up and down. 

You liked it when he wore those jeans, it hugged his thighs in a wonderful way and you had to try very hard not to lick your lips as you took him in. He was so incredibly sexy, and he was hard for you to resist, especially while standing here in the middle of the hallway, just the two of you. “What do you mean?” You asked, but you weren’t fooling him. You weren’t in the mood to be talking about the mistake you had made by coming here today, but it didn’t seem as if he planned to let it slide. Sometimes you wondered why he hadn’t left you yet, why he was still taking care of you and feeling responsible over you, while he actually shouldn’t. Everyone who had read the stories knew that vampires and werewolves weren’t supposed to get along, instead they used to hate each other and want to kill each other. At the very start you had felt that hate towards him, and you had wanted to rip him apart. 

But now you wouldn’t be able to hurt him anymore, not after everything you two had been through. “When was the last time you had a decent meal? You were looking as if you were going to jump on top of someone and rip them open.” He muttered, all the usual joy was absent inside of his voice and you noticed you missed it. You didn’t like seeing him like this, you wanted to see him smile at you. So you took a step into his direction and placed your hand on his chest before looking at him from under your lashes, batting them at him. There weren’t a lot of people you opened up to and would show your real personality, but Baekhyun was one of the little who had been capable of making you melt. In the beginning he had been able to annoy you endlessly, now you seemed lonely and sad when he wasn't around. All of a sudden he let out a deep sigh, brushing his hand through his hair before placing it on his hip, clearly trying his best not to touch you. 

“Don’t give me that look, I’m trying to be angry with you.” But the strength had disappeared out of his voice, as if he had to try his hardest not to give into you. It had only taken you a few weeks to realize that Baekhyun was definitely your type and that you liked him. Slowly the two of you had gotten closer, even though you weren’t allowed to and you had fallen for him. You had no idea if others knew that you were a couple, but you didn’t care, as long as you knew it was enough. “I’m sorry, I know I should have fed before I came here, but I thought I would be able to resist.” You said, taking a step forward so that you chest was colliding with his and you could easily wrap your arms around his neck after you had dropped your bag towards the floor. His gaze seemed to soften when you did that and his tenseness seemed to fade a little. 

“You shouldn’t put yourself through that, you know how hard things can get if you don’t feed on time.” While saying that he circled his arms around your waist, pulling you close and you easily stood on your tip toes so that you could reach him better. Your faces were so close to each other that you could see the change of his eye color. His nose brushed against yours and you were sure that this wasn’t the reason why he had gotten you out of class, but to lecture you about the situation you had put yourself in. Though he seemed to have forgotten his intentions because he lifted one of his hands towards the back of your head before guiding it towards the side of his neck, pushing your lips against his skin. Instantly you groaned, the contact with his warm and soft body almost too hard for you to handle. 

Your muscles yoked underneath his touch as you tried to keep yourself under control, but you could hear his blood flowing against your mouth, and he was smelling so incredibly good. “It’s okay babe, take some, you’ll feel much better.” It was true that you feeding from him wouldn’t kill him, but you couldn’t turn him, because werewolves didn’t survive the transformation. If he bit you, then that would mean the end of you, there was a reason why children of the shadow and those of the moon couldn’t be together. Still, you knew that you could possibly hurt him while biting him, and you didn’t like the thought. It hadn’t been the first time he had offered you this, but you had always rejected. Humans always felt a certain feeling of bliss when you drank from them after the first sharp sting would be over, but you had no idea how things would be with him. 

“No, I’ll be fine.” You said, but could feel your self control slip out of your fingers with each second, surely since he only seemed to put even more force on the back of your head instead of letting you go. Why did he want this so badly, you thought he disgusted you for what you were and what you did? Your breathing got heavier as you grabbed a hold of the back of his neck, wheedling yourself against him and brushing your lips along his throat. “Are you sure?” You asked softly, and felt how he leaned back against the iron lockers, preparing himself for what was about to come. Did you have to explain to him what it would feel like? Was he nervous, or even worse, was he scared? “Yeah, just stop on time, I would like to be able to walk.” It was meant as a little joke to lighten up the mood, but you could hear the tension inside of his voice as he spoke, which undid everything. 

Still, you weren’t able to hold yourself back anymore as your fangs came out and you quickly searched for an artery, being quickly to find one. Your grip around him tightened a little before you pushed your teeth through his skin, and you could feel him pull back a little bit while wheezing in discomfort. As soon as his blood appeared inside of your system you felt your whole body relax against his, and you realized how much you had needed this, how close you had been to making a terrible mistake and how hungry you had been. To your surprise you heard Baekhyun whisper your name while the hold his arm had around your waist tightened and his other hand traveled from your neck into your hair, lacing inside of it, pushing you closer to him. Since he wasn’t human you didn’t need as much blood from him in order to be satisfied and when you felt like you had had enough you quickly pulled back, not wanting to risk loosing yourself in him. 

The more blood you took the harder it would get to stop, so you could better armer yourself against that. He let out a astonished gasp by the loose of contact and you quickly placed your lips on top of the small wounds you had created, healing them. A loud squeal came over your lips, which resounded through the empty hallways as he swept you off of your feet by grabbing your thighs. Quickly you wrapped your legs around his waist so that you wouldn’t fall and before you could blink he had you pushed up against the lockers. His eyes were right in front of yours and you couldn’t see past the bright red blush that had blossomed on top of his cheeks. His pupils were wide and you immediately noticed that there was something that had changed in the past few minutes. 

“You never told me it felt so good.” He muttered seductively, making all the hairs on your arms stand up straight. You were about to answer him when he pressed his mouth against yours, molding your lips together into a provocative kiss. Immediately you mewled against him, surprised by the sudden turn in this whole situation and you seemed to understand when he pressed his hips against yours, feeling his hardened boner against yourself. When had that even happened? His fingers were digging into your legs, and you didn’t complain as his tongue searched its way into your mouth, challenging you to play with him. Unable to resist you braided your fingers inside of his dark hair so that you could pull him closer to you. If you had known that you feeding from him would cause him to feel like this then maybe you would have tried this sooner. 

Suddenly you got thrown back into reality and you realized that you were making out shamelessly in the middle of the hallway and that classes would end soon. “We can’t do this here.” You mumbled against his lips, trying to push his shoulder in order to get him away from you. But he wouldn’t back off, instead he guided his lips away from yours and he began to make his way down your skin, towards your neck. In no time he found your sensitive spot and placed his mouth against it before sucking it, making you moan loudly. A sharp thrust of his hips made him rub against you, and you knew that he was too far gone to stop now. You would have to talk some sense into him, because if you two got caught then you would get in trouble.

With a strong tug of his hair you moved his face away from your neck, hearing him growl because you were probably hurting him. “Are you listening to me? We’re in the middle of a corridor, we can’t have sex here.” As if he only now seemed to understand what your situation was like he batted his eyelashes at you, his chest was falling and raising heavily as he panted, gazing into your eyes. How could it be that he was so excited all of a sudden, a few moments ago he had still been frustrated with you. “Fine.” He eventually said and he dropped you back onto your feet before swinging your bag off of the floor and grabbing your hand, tugging you with him. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins as he opened the door of a storage room and pushed you in, before closing the door behind him. 

“Where is the light switch?” He asked, irritation filling his words as he roamed his hands across the wall, but wasn’t able to find it. Why was he taking so long now? Impatience was getting to you as you walked over to him and collided your bodies together, brushing your chest against his. “We don’t need light.” You quickly said before capturing his lips again, tasting him. He didn’t once complain, since your sight was better than those of average people and you were still able to see each other. Not once did he stop you and he kissed you back greedily and the two of you stumbled backwards until your back hit against a wooden shelf, which stuck inside of your back. The two of you were the complete opposites of each other, still you were able to share the exact same emotions during this moment as you reached out for his shirt and made sure not to damage it while helping him out of it. 

It was important to remind yourself that you still had to walk out of here, and you couldn’t do that with ripped clothing. He easily helped you out before pushing your shirt up, his hands gripping at the skin of your waist. In one rough movement you threw your top to the side before reaching out for the back of his neck and tugging him over, feeling how he sloppily kissed you. If your heart had still been beating you were sure it would have been going crazy, and you could hear the rhythm of his increase inside of his chest. You could only moan as he fingers reached out towards your chest and grabbed a hold of your breasts through your bra. This had occurred a few more times before, that the two of you had grown too needy to hold yourselves in. 

Still, this time it seemed as if he had lost all control as he brushed his body against yours, not being able to be against you enough. Knowing that the two of you didn’t have the time of the world you quickly reached out towards his jeans, easily finding the zipper and pulling it down, with that scratching the nail of your index finger against the growing bulge inside of his boxers, making him moan. The air inside of the closet was getting hotter by the second and it almost seemed as if it was suffocating you. The heat that was coming off of his skin made your body feel as if it was about to burn up, and you loved it. In a rough manner you tugged down the fabric of his boxers until it fell down to his ankles and he quickly moved out of it by kicking it towards the side before reaching towards you and doing the exact same thing by helping you out of your remaining clothes. 

This didn’t satisfy you at all, you needed more, you wanted all of him. As if he was thinking the exact same thing he grabbed a hold of your thighs again, and your legs fitted around his middle perfectly while you held onto his shoulders, steadying yourself. His pupils were wide and filled with lust, which made you shiver in anticipation. His skin felt so warm against your cold touch, and you couldn’t help yourself as you slipped your hand along his back, making him lean into you. His naked body seemed to melt with yours as he fingers dug into your skin, leaving pink half moons there while one of his hands neared your centre. Not being able to hold yourself in you hid your forehead in the crook of his neck and let out a shivering breath, your whole body trembling with the need you felt to be near him. 

Slowly his fingers slipped past you and you gasped loudly when he pushed one inside of you, and you were sure he could feel how drenched you were for him already. You moaned, scraping your teeth against his ear shelf on purpose when you did so, making him hear the erotic sounds he was able to make you produce. He pumped into you a few times before you grew impatient again and you wanted him to hurry up. “Baekhyun.” You said his name needy, and it seemed like he also seemed to loose it and he quickly removed his finger before replacing it by the tip of his manhood, teasing you by slipping it against you but never going any further. He whispered your name, and the way he said it made you lift your head to look him in the eye and something unraveled inside of yo when you saw the way he looked at you. 

“I love you.” He mumbled, his voice thick and sweet as he said those words to you and if you had been able to blush you would have done that. “I love you too.” You said, and you were sure he could see the shyness inside of your eyes before he brought his mouth closer to yours and kissed you again, you couldn’t get enough of his kisses. The two of you both moaned when he finally made his way into of you, filling you up until he couldn’t get any further and your breath mingled together in excitement. With a kick snap of his hips he worked his way inside of you, digging into you while your hips moved forward to meet his, doubling your pleasure.A low muffled curse left his mouth, and because he needed the oxygen he couldn’t continue to kiss you and he just rested his forehead against yours, your lips brushing against each other softy each time he thrusted into you. 

You threw your head back while mewling, pure bliss taking over you as you clung onto him for dear life. He started to pound into you faster, but still making sure not to hurt your back at the wooden shelf and you could feel a well known feeling built up inside of you. You were desperately reaching for your release, feeling it coming closer and closer every minute. It was right there for you to grab it, and by the way he his movement were getting more and more ecstatic you knew he was close too, you had trouble holding on to him because his skin was getting sweaty and slippy. “Shit Baekhyun, I’m gonna…” You started, but he interrupted you, already knowing your body better than you did and he knew that you were about to come undone, so he guided one of his hands in between your legs again, helping you a little. 

With a small scream your orgasm crashed into you and you dug your feet against his butt, forcing him into you. It seemed like you coming around him was exactly what he needed in order to reach his high and he quickly released inside of your with a sexy groan, filling you up and making you feel even more amazing. The two of you were panting heavily as he stilled inside of you and he made sure to keep his arms tightly around you as he pulled out of you and let you stand back onto your feet. Your legs felt stiff and weak, but he was holding you up against him, and brushed your hair out of your face with his fingertips. “We should do this more often.” He whispered, nuzzling your noses together which made you smile. “Yeah, maybe we should.” When you said that he could only smile back at you before pecking your nose and hugging you close.