#vampire!au

"i believe in you, dragostea mea." ("my love" in romanian) your father had said to you scruffily before you left, bending down to give you a chaste kiss on each cheek. "we're counting on you to return home when you have slain the monster, once and for all."

but as you plodded on wearily through the eerily still countryside, you were reminded, not for the first time how you would not be given such a warm welcome if you failed to succeed, with the weight of your father's expectations suffocating your chest.

as a van helsing descendant, you had been thrust into the limelight with the increased panic and sightings of shadows at night, that told of a dark looming figure with a sharp scowl, and sharper fangs.

nosferatu has returned, hushed voices spoke, only becoming increasingly more insistent when bodies began to pile up, left strewn about always with two clean punctures in the soft flesh of the neck, their eyes rolled back and blood puddling below.

and according to town legend and all the stories murmured among the elders, it would only get worse, with the aptly named count choso's ceaseless search for the blood of mortals.

it had already gone on for far too long, with too many casualties, but what finally made your father, the head of the village snap was what had been found yesterday night.

for on the ground, transcribed messily with blood, it read in sloppy romanian, adu-mi-o pe fata vânătoare. ("bring me the hunting girl")

there was no doubt that he was referring to you, having been trained for this moment since birth, to take down the fanged devils that lurked all in the rustic countryside of romania.

you had just never thought you'd be taking the prince of them all head-on.

and yet here you were, armed to the teeth with weaponry all designed with one specific intention in mind. to kill vampires.

yet none of them could quite prepare you to walk straight into the den of one, your eyes sweeping across the foreboding scene stretching before you.

it was twilight, the sky bleak with a deathly silence that lacked even the chirruping of crickets. and just on the horizon, you were able to make out the fortress he was rumored to abide in, a long-abandoned keep with steep cliffs on every side.

it was a rustic victorian-style castle, with stone turrets and cobbled pathways that could use some touch-ups. gothic buttresses lined the triangular, pointed roof, and from your perspective, barbed spikes adorned every surface.

it was every bit as intimidating as you had feared, and it was with no small struggle that you hesitantly trudged further up the rocky path leading to it, a sinking feeling in your stomach.

the crossbow you held tightly to your chest quivered, while you worried your lip between your teeth, wondering how exactly you were going to pull this off.

the only weaknesses you knew of when it came to vampires were wooden stakes straight in the heart, but even that could prove to be no match for the prince of darkness himself.

sunlight, you knew, would also suffice, if you could find a way to lure choso out far enough during the day, but one thing about vampires that the village had taught you was that they’re smart.

and not just the intelligent kind of smart.

no, thousands of years of immortality on this earth had made them clever, and it was going to take more than a couple amateur shots and some sunlight to take the demon down

but before you had time to ponder how exactly, you’re reaching the gated entrance, which you try to push open only for the rusty metal to creak! on its hinges ominously without budging.

you sigh to yourself, looking for another way around.

and it's just then that you notice another dark entrance, this one smaller and off to the side, with the door slightly cracked open as if in wait for someone to enter.

you hesitate for only a moment before pushing your way inside, taking a moment to glance around as you do.

it's eerie, in an ancient way suggesting that no one had been there in a very long time, with bugs scattering out of the way of your footsteps, and dust collecting as far as the eye could see.

what you seemed to be in was a chapel, with rows upon rows of mahogany pews, the high vaulted ceiling a sight to behold with its medieval elegance and grandeur.

thud!

a loud noise startles you, causing you to almost drop your crossbow before you shakily reload it and aim around, searching for signs of life. he must be nearby.

after a few minutes of silence though, you decide to continue onward, your footsteps loud in the dead silence of the castle.

coming further into the heart of the citadel, you find yourself in another old-fashioned, rustic room, lanterns hung on the walls and stone columns rising up overhead.

and judging by the ancient carpet spread for decoration on the stone floor and an old grandfather clock propped against some dusty shelves, its ticking slow yet ominous, someone had been here recently, the gargoyles lining the walls seeming to eye you as you pass.

slam!

you whip around, your eyes scanning desperately as the heavy, wooden iron-reinforced doors swing shut so suddenly it has you reeling.

that was your only way out.

blood roars through your ears as your heartbeat thumps. just where were you?

and it's then that it dawns on you as you turn about nervously, searching for an exit.

for there, laid a slightly ajar coffin, its lid propped open and contents empty save for a deep, ruby red silk lining the inside.

you were in his bedchambers, you finally realize, but it's much too late when you begin to turn on your heel, the sound of the heavy thump thump! of footsteps steadily approaching causing your limbs to stiffen in terror.

you tug uselessly at the door that had closed, but before you can keep searching for another way out, a cold hand is clamping itself around your mouth and another is clutching you by the waist and dragging you to crash into a solid wall of muscle.

"well well, is this the beloved vânătoarea?" ("huntress" in romanian) i've heard so much about you, bunny."

his breath catches softly as choso drags one long finger up your stomach, stopping just below your collarbone.

you squirm desperately in his grasp, but he only tightens his grip on you, a small chuckle reverberating in his throat. "where are you going, pet?"

without warning, he suddenly spins you around to face him, your body pressed into his chest firmly while he lazily eyes you, rosy pink lips curling upward into a faint smirk.

he was tall, looming over you ominously, all ashy pale skin and sunken undereyes, smudged with eyeliner, and fangs jutting out just above his lip.

he was pierced too, shiny glinting metal above his eyebrow and on his lips, angel fangs, you believed was the name.

and as his mouth widens ever so slightly, you notice the same metal gleaming on his tongue too, a barbell that he toys with, running alongside his inner cheek as he watches you in amusement.

your skin prickles as you watch choso lean closer, his smoky incense scent overpowering you, and his warm breath ghosting over the jumping pulse point in your neck, simply breathing you in.

you let out a feverish gasp, as suddenly, his hot wet tongue comes to sweep across your neck, the sensation sending gooseflesh rising on your arms before he simply smiles against your nape, allowing you to feel the sharpness of his fangs as they press against you, not yet biting but just there.

you tremble slightly. “what are you going to do with me?”

now that the element of surprise was lost, you could bet your chances of killing him were zero to none, and you can only hope that your death would be a quick one.

choso huffs softly in amusement against your skin, cold fingers coming to grip tightly around your throat, just enough for your vision to blur. “why, i’m going to turn you into one of us, darling.”

and that’s the only warning he gives before he’s stuffing his face into the warmth of your neck with a downright sinful groan, as if he can’t get enough, lips busying themselves by ravishing your sensitive skin in hickeys.

and the way this was already going, you were sure there was something else to come, something unholy.

as if hearing your thoughts, in an instant, he has you pinned underneath him on the floor, his mouth suckling tenderly on your neck as your fingers tangle in his long black hair and press his mouth down harder while moaning pitifully.

“spread those legs, beloved.” he rasps out, and all you can do is obey, feeling a faint pulsing in your core as wetness begins to pool in your panties pathetically.

and it’s only after he slots one hefty knee between your legs, and then leans his head back, opening his mouth to bare his fangs, sharp ivory cuspids that glint menacingly, that you realize what he’s about to do.

in a heartbeat, he has his fangs sunken into your neck, a prickling pain that quickly turns into something else, something.. pleasurable.

it starts in your neck, an unusual pulsating sensation that quickly sweeps down your body, causing you to urge him closer, pushing his head down into your neck as you let out a pitiful whine.

as choso cradles your head, angling you so he can suck harder, taking long pulls of your coppery taste, you realize you're rocking your hips slowly, almost imperceptibly, against his knee.

he hums in approval, then draws back to lick a long, languid stripe up against the bite marks he had just left, the cool metal of his piercing making you shiver.

"you like that, huh, micuță curvă? ("little slut" in romanian)

“y-yes, i- fuck.” you swallow as your syrupy wet pussy throbs in response, slick already coating your thighs.

"yeah? y'know i can smell your arousal, pretty." he leans back to take in your wrecked state, pushing his knee up ever so slightly and causing you to buck against him with a gasp. "do you want more? want me to make you cum?"

but before you can think of an answer, he's biting into your neck so hard, you're sobbing out a, "y-yes please!"

"i don't think your daddy would like that, would he? a van helsing, creaming pathetically at the hands of a vampyre."

you moan softly, trying to push your hips harder against him in an effort to get yourself off. "p-please, count!"

and then you swear you hear choso whine as your scarlett red blood drips down his chin messily, his tongue lolling out to catch the stray droplets.

all you can do is grind helplessly against him, your sensitive clit bumping the leather of his pants, and throbbing in sync with each gulp of blood he takes from you, as your stomach tightens into small knots.

"taste s'good.." he murmurs hazily, as if saying it to himself. "d-don't wanna ever stop.."

"choso!" you gasp, humping fervently, glistening strings of drool beginning to spill out from the corners of your lips as your eyes roll back.

he sighs in response, applying more pressure with his knee as you feel something hot n' heavy, and downright shameless in its size fervently pressed against you, almost as if it's nothing but a second thought, his first to worship your neck completely like the sacredness of religion.

your breathing turns heavy as you drag your pussy shamelessly back n' forth against his leg while the tingly feeling choso's bloodsucking gives turns stronger, his fangs seeming to lengthen and reach deeper than before.

and when he looks up to meet your gaze, oh, is he a sight to behold.

utterly wrecked, big hazel eyes blown wide and dilated, and full of such sultry need as his mouth sucks relentlessly, starved for any taste of you that he can get.

"în o mie de ani, nu am gustat niciodată sânge ca acesta." ("in a thousand years, I have never tasted blood to the likes of this" in romanian)

"choso..!" by this point, your stomach was so taut and your breathing so ragged that you can only mewl his name like a plea, spasming weakly in his grip. "m'gonna.. hah..!"

and as he hears your weak cries, his sucking turns more intense, scraping his fangs sensually across your skin until finally, with a flourish, you're cumming, whining pitifully as you fall apart against him, soaking your panties with your own gushing slick, and unable to stop your whines of ecstasy.

did you really just..?

"good girl," choso coos, finally pulling back and wiping his mouth with a drunken grin. "now, bend."

but before you can even move however, choso is using his otherworldly abilities to turn you over on all fours, your back arched obscenely as he pushes you forward, pressing himself up behind you.

and once you feel the frantic twitching of his cock up against you, hot and pulsing steadily, you realize he's not going to let it go unnoticed any longer.

“n-need you, sweetheart.” he pants against you, before cool, ringed fingers are coming to curl around your plush thighs, spreading them open wide as he ruts against you desperately, trying to ease the unbearable hardness he was sporting.

you buck back into him, wriggling your hips which he groans at, immediately lifting up your skirts to tear your soaked panties off roughly with a rrrip!

now that your gushing wet pussy was on full display, sensitive nub throbbing as you clench around nothing, choso takes the opportunity to lean his head against you, warm breath ghosting over you teasingly and shaggy black hair brushing your inner thighs.

“all for me?” he says, using one thick finger to swirl your slick around your entrance, but never quite giving the pressure you craved, eliciting a small whine of protest from you.

he tsks at you, unbuckling himself from his leathery confines to allow his length in all its glory to spring out. “patience, bunny. you need this big cock stretching you that badly, hm?”

and oh, was he big, with a curved, veiny girth that was maroon reddish at the thickened tip, absolutely oozing glossy dredges of precum, and adorned with a glint of metal at the frenulum.

he had a dick piercing, too?

but before you have time to admire him further, he shifts impatiently, one large hand wrapping around the swollen base of himself to draaag his weepy length along your sappy pussy lips, precum already streaking down your thighs obscenely.

choso sighs softly, letting his head loll back and rifling a hand through his messy black bangs, as he pushes just the fat, bulbous tip of his cock into your entrance, groaning when you greedily try to suck him in further.

“ready to take it all, pet?” he grunts, easing himself slowly in to your warm, gummy walls at your eagerness, more sticky wetness beginning to seep out of you.

but he's only about two inches in, when you feel yourself stretching and stretching, trying your best to accommodate his utter size.

"t-too big.." you practically sob, your thighs trying to close as your body jerks and your back bows upward into a perfect arch.

but choso is quick to shove your thighs back open, this time even wider, and gifting you a sharp smack! on the ass.

"where you going, hm? don't run from me now." he growls, and then he's pushing in, while his deft fingers stroke your sopping wet clit, circling and teasing you just enough to make you gasp as another inch slides in.

slowly, as he shushes you, cooing soft praises that only make you wetter, he finally manages to bottom out, buried deep into your soft, warm cunt that clenches and dribbles webbed arousal down your thighs.

and then, the only warning you get is his big hands coming to rest on the curve of your waist, before he begins fucking into you like an animal starved, skin smacking against skin filling the air.

the cool barbed metal of his prince albert piercing hits directly into your cushy sweet spot, already making you dumb as your mouth forms into a little ‘o’ and you arch your ass impossibly further.

his fat, bulbous tip is wedged deep inside you, causing little moans to spill out of your mouth as your eyes roll back, and you push yourself against him for more, feeling him slide deeper.

"what would your father think, huh?" choso gasps, one hand roughly wrapping itself around your throat and pressing slightly, causing your breath to leave you in a whimper. "if he could see his little huntress taking a vampire's cock like she was made for it?"

at this point, you can only let out dumb little gurgles, glossy drool pouring lasciviously down the sides of your lips as you feel heat curling low in your belly.

and then choso whines, a hand coming to tangle itself in your hair and pulling, just enough to make your back bend enough to take his ruby-red cockhead deeper into your cervix, the throbbing veins adorning his shaft massaging your insides throughly with each brutal thrust.

“f-fuck, ‘cho!” you moan, your spine curving deliciously as the pressure in your stomach steadily begins to ramp up more n' more 'till you're seconds away from crashing headfirst into your second orgasm of the night, your vision splitting and turning into blurs of white.

and with each rut, his plump, globed tip is bruising your sweet spot, making you curse as his piercing bumps your hot, slithery walls, mapping you out like you're salvation.

“thas’it!” he downright whimpers as he continues rocking into you, keeping you perfectly on the edge, and swiveling his hips back n’ forth.

and only when choso’s fingers come to expertly tweak and roll the poor, sensitive bud of your clit that you find yourself cumming without warning, your thighs trembling before drenching themselves in rivulets of your gushing syrup, clenching hard ‘round choso’s cock like a vice.

and when he makes a noise caught between a moan and a whine, you realize he’s cumming too, length throbbing with every flooding ivory spurt of seed pulsing out in hefty loads until there's so much of it, it's gushing back out.

you and choso lie still in the aftershocks of pleasure, your thighs still twitching with euphoria, but soon enough you find your eyes beginning to shutter closed, and distantly, you feel choso's hands moving you, almost reverently, like you were something special and new, an experiment of sorts.

soon enough, you find yourself sleeping, comfortable enough to make a vampire’s chambers your own bed, a warmness spreading through your body at being marked and claimed for the first─and last─ time.

but not before you hear the soft, hoarse murmur from choso that he says as a statement more than anything else, cool fingers stroking your thighs gently.

“once you turn, pet, you will be my wife for all eternity. i can promise you that.”

©CHOSOSCUTIE. please don’t copy or translate any of my works

eyes flying over the pages, your nose almost touches the book pages. heeseung mentally thanks his vampire traits for making him move as lightly and unnoticeable as a feather while he simply just stares at you. he swears that if he had a heartbeat it would go absolutely berserk. if it hadn’t been the loud thump of a clumsy overworked student dropping his bookstack, the staring would've probably continued for another hour.

your head snaps up, eyes scanning for the source of the sudden noise. but before you get to, your eyes land on this absolutely gorgeous looking guy who doesn’t seem to be interested in the noise at all. instead he’s just…staring…at you.

“uhhh,” your voice trails off as you try and think of ways to figure out what exactly is happening and how to get out of the awkward situation. heeseung snaps out of his haze and straightens his shoulders

“sorry”, he quickly mutters, “was just looking for a quiet spot.” he turns, closing his eyes, mentally cursing himself. what the fuck just happened?

“there’s enough space for two, you know?”

he stops in his tracks, slowly turning to face you again.

“huh?”

you giggle and heeseung feels the air being knocked out of his lungs. did your eyes just…sparkle?

“if you want you can come sit with me,” you say “i wouldn’t mind some company.”

“yeah.” that’s all he manages to breathe out. he moves, mind racing of where exactly to sit, how close is too close? but then again he doesn't want to be rude and sit too far away. he plops down awkward on the seat next to you, the material much more cushiony than expected, leaving him to wobble a little towards you.

“sorry,” he mumbles, facing the floor. even after hundreds of years, he swears that his body sometimes doesn't realise that he is incapable of blushing anymore.

not trusting his face, his eyes wander towards you, rather to the book in your hands. he smiles, recognising the title and author.

“you got to the part where she ends up in the hidden library?”

your eyes widen “the what?!” frantically, your hands flip through the pages.

heeseung chuckles, if only you knew that he was the one to tell his old friend to put that spin in the book. if only you knew about the candle wax and tea stains on the hundreds of drafts he has flipped through.

“it happens after the harbour incident,” he adds, “about halfway through?”

“right, right…” your voice trails off. “i was just…” more frantic flipping, “but why would she even be there?”

it's been centuries, yet heeseung has never encountered something as fascinating to look at as you.

“ah, i wouldn't want to spoiler it, but trust me it's gonna blow your wind.”

your head whips around. “why would you say that?! oh my god there's a good three hundred pages left,“ you whisper yell at him. “ what's gonna happen, i thought i had it figured out!” defeated, your head thumps back against the wall.

“didn't mean to send you into full spiral,” he says while giving you the most devastating grin known to man. this earns a sigh from you.

“oh i’ll be fine,” you say, hand dramatically finding its way to your forehead. “i shall just suffer until i get to that part.” and with that you loll your head to side, feigning unconsciousness. oh heeseung’s a goner. within minutes you have interwoven yourself into his heartstrings.

the next hour flies by, but not a word of as read. instead, the two of you find yourself in the middle of a full breakdown of a poetry collection, one that neither of you thought was known by many.

“i swear it's such a good piece of literature and yet it was simply ignored! all because she was in the shade of her shitty husband, his writing sucks!”, you whisper yell. heeseung nods frantically, “if you compare his fourth volume to her first poem, it's literally the same! he blatantly just stole it from her and used it for the first half.”

“fucking men”, you mumble, earning another laugh from him.

you look at him, really look at him. gosh, he was handsome. it was a little unfair how he looked like that and have such good taste in literature. “i've never seen you around here,” you say.

“oh so you make sure the library guardian, keeping track who comes and goes?”

you roll your eyes, giving his arm a slight push. “no, i just come here all the time and i know pretty much all the regulars, or at least i've seen them. but i've never seen you before.”

“must've not looked hard enough,” he responds, “or maybe i'm just too good at hiding.”

“well i'm glad you came out of hiding.”

his brain short circuits. he desperately tries to find the words, any words to say to you, but he's gone completely blank.

“sorry, that was weird.” you chuckle nervously, playing with the rings on your finger.

“no!” he practically yells, before shrinking back down. “i mean, no it wasn't, i just… i don't know i didn't expect that.”

a pause.

“but i'm glad i came out of hiding too, you're fun to talk to”.

the smile that spreads on your face could compete with the sun, heeseungs convinced of that. oh he's in so much trouble.

P.J 박종성

composed. logical. calm. those three words probably describe jay the best. emotions get controlled with logic and is it logical to have a lover who you'll eventually outlive? no. in fact, it's the furthest away from it. sure, he enjoys a good romcom every now and then (heeseung forces him to watch them, though he'd never admit that) but it just doesn't tug at his heartstrings.

the only thing that gets him though, is art. no words, just the sheer atmosphere of paint strokes along the canvas. whether it's a known piece or a hidden gem found in the quiet corners of a little valley, jay will always stop and admire them. his place is full of painting, carefully collected over the years, created by artists all over the world. so of course he finds himself at the local art gallery showcasing pieces of independent artists.

the place is was small, fitting no more than twenty people. hushed voices mutter enthusiastically about the artwork, none of them even noticing him slip in. his eyes travel over the walls. big canvases with bright colours and bold strokes stare back at him. he slowly makes his way through the crowd, not stopping by any painting, only looking. turning the corner, he almost missed it.

the painting was no bigger than a page. black and grey tones swish together, dissolving into each other. two people, interwoven. it's messy, but not ugly. jay steps closer, bending slightly down to get a better look at it. one of the figures had a face. the rest was…barely detailed.

he notices a presence close by and turns his head.

a woman, around his age, well the age he looks like, watches him with curious eyes.

“are you the artist?”

your eyes widen a little. “yes,” you breathe out after a second. “it's mine. i mean, i made it. ”

he turns back to the painting. “is this you?” he points at the figure with the detailed face. hot flushes rush up your spine, creeping up your neck.

“yeah.”

he hums.

none of you say anything for a good while.

“is there are reason why the other person is unrecognisable?”

“it's a bit of a sob story,” you reply with a laugh.

“well now you've got me intrigued.”

“right…well i've always wanted, or more i hoped that there's this one person that just…morphs into me. not me as a person, but my life, my structures, just completely tangle themselves into my life and stay. i want the concept of a soulmate to be real so deeply, it would make me feel less pathetic to keep longing for sometime i'm not even sure exists. and that's why the other face, the other person, has no details. i don't know if they exist, putting a face to it would limit my chances of finding them i think, i don't want to look for a face, i want to look for a feeling.”

now that, jay didn't expect. what he also didn't expect, was the slight pressure in chest that he couldn't name.

“it's silly, right?”

“no, no it's admirable.”

that makes you turn. “what?”

“being that open with your feelings, it's admirable. i'd argue that most people would rather jump than say that to a total stranger.”

it was your turn to be stunned. who on earth was this guy?

“how much?”

“hm?”

“for the painting?”

“oh.” you were left stunned, again.

“wait, is it sold already, if so-”

“it's not.” you interrupt him. “it's not sold, i just didn't expect to sell it.”

his brows rise. “why wouldn't you?”

an awkward smile paints your face. “well…i don't know, it's not much really. i'm not an artist, i just entered because my friend told me to push myself a little more out there.”

jay looks at the painting, then back at you. “out of all the people here, i think your art is the most soulful piece i've seen.” you open your mouth to subject, but he keeps talking, “and no, you cannot argue against me. this is my opinion. i like your art. please, if you're willing to sell it i'd love to give it a new home.”

this wasn't how you expected your thursday night to end. you thought that you would stand in your reserved corner, awkwardly smiling back at passing viewers. not this man standing in front of you. this man that you can't read since he scares you. why would he care so much? about the painting, the story, you.

jay can practically see your gears turning while you just stare at him. it gives him time to take a proper look at you without it being weird. your face, it looks different in the painting, more…dull. how could you not put it on the canvas, he's never seen someone shine this way, in a dimmed room that is.

“ten.”

he snaps out of his thoughts.

“hundred?”

you laugh and shake your head. “no, ten. that's all i want.”

“why ten?”

“ten's the price of my go-to menu down the road.”

that earns a smile out of him. “fine, but only if i can buy it for you.”

you grin back at him, and he feels that unfamiliar feeling in his chest again. the tingle.

"deal."

S.J 심재윤

probably one of jake’s favourite memories in his (very long vampiric) life was his first encounter with a dog. if someone would've told him that there was another living breathing thing on earth that reciprocates his joy and enthusiasm, he wouldn't have believed them. a bouncing ball of energy, eagerly awaiting pets while running in circles around your legs; oh jake was in heaven every single time. 

although he’d never admit it, the fluffy companions fill what void a nonexistent love life left. sure, there was the occasional flirt, but it never went further, he made sure of that. what good would it do? it will all end in pain and heartbreak anyways. so whenever he feels the ache in his chest expand, he visits the local shelter. today was one of those days. for any other occasion he wouldn't have left his comfortable bed in the early morning hours, but this? this was different.

pockets full with treats he enters, instantly welcomed by multiple barks and wagging tails. he’s had many many talks with his friends as to why exactly he couldn't just adopt them all, yet he was tempted every time. 

he was just about to enter the room with the newly born puppies when he heard a screech. a human screech. not finding its source inside he made its way outdoors and what a sight awaited him. 

seven dogs running in circles, their long leashes practically mummifying the poor woman desperately trying to gain back control. 

hair sticking up like a birdsnest, he was barely able to make out her features until a gust of wind blew by. jake could've sworn he was in a movie. time slowed, the sun hit your face and he was greeted by the most beautiful smile he has ever seen. 

“oreo, for the love of everything- no don’t do that spike geez how do i-”.

oh, right. instead of standing around he should probably help. 

“wait, let me,” he steps forward. grabbing one of the leashes he attempts to regain control of the situation, but he forgot one thing.seven sensitive dog noses suddenly started sniffing the deliciously tempting treats. and before either of you realised what was about to happen, the dogs now circled him as well. 

you couldn't enjoy your short-lived freedom, as you felt the leashes tug around your calves and before you knew it you started toppling over towards the boy in front of you. there was an attempt to save the situation but you eventually found yourself in an entangled mess on the floor. 

paws hitting your back, you lift your head to look at your sort of saviour. 

“hi,” you smile sheepishly.

jake just stares at you dumbfoundedly. 

“i’m y/n.”

he blinks. “i’m jake.”

for a second you just stare at each other before erupting into a fit of giggles. 

“alright, hang on,” he manages to get out in between laughter. “let me get the blue and green leash first, those seem to be our main culprits.” 

after a game of leash tetris you both find yourselves upright again. 

“that was fun,” you exclaim “thanks for saving me.”

“no worries, pretty girls should never be left alone in their despair.”

as soon as the words left his mouth he realised what he had just said. he didn't even mean to flirt, it just happened. 

“well lucky me, getting saved by my pretty boy in shining armour,” you shoot back, making your way inside, leaving a flustered jake outside. quickly gathering the dogs, he rushed after you. 

“sooooo,” he starts, “are you new here? i usually know all workers and volunteers.”

“i’m filling in for my friend, they’re busy and i’ve always wanted to give this a try”, you say, rubbing a pups belly. 

jake watches you dote on the little furball. “will you come back tomorrow?”

you look up at him. “maybe, why?”

not having thought his question through, he stutters out a quick “well, well you know in case…in case you have problems with the leashes again!” smooth save, he thinks to himself. “maybe i can help you tomorrow, less disaster.”

“it’s a date.”

his brain stops for a second. wait what?!

P.S 박성훈

love isn't how they tell it in fairytales. sunghoon learned that very early on. he was young, heart seemingly bigger than the world, wearing it on his sleeve. and why wouldn't he? everybody adores him, the helpful boy of the town, always happy to be a helping hand. so when the girl with the short hair keeps waiting for him to show up every morning, of course it sets his heart to race as quick as the riverbed flows down the hill. kisses were stolen over open windows, between the bustling crowds of the daily market and under the stars. 

but this was no fairytale. there won't be a house waiting on top of the hill, no kids running around to greet him after a long day of work. no, fate is a cruel companion and turning is an even crueler curse. 

the feeling overwhelmed him, he didn't know what was happening. it could've been anyone, he wished it had been someone else. but it was her his teeth sunk into that first hunger, the worst one they say. there was no way he could've stopped himself, the addicting taste has a habit of erasing all logic. he still barely remembers what happened, after all that time it's still a blurry memory. there's bits and pieces, jungwon pulling him up right, jay rushing to the body in from of him. and the blood, oh there was so much blood. he still remembers the sickening euphoria rushing through his veins. wrong, all of it felt so utterly wrong. 

“excuse me?”

suddenly sunghoon snaps back into reality. 

the graveyard, yes, that's where he was. 

“uhm, could you…move a little?”

right, there had been a voice. he turns and finds himself looking at a woman, a woman whose eyes were swollen and red.  

“i just quickly want to change the water,” you sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. 

“oh, right!” 

the flowers. that was the reason he stopped at this grave in particular. it wasn't new, he has been seeing it for a good year or two. but every single time he came here, it was the only one adored by the same lilacs. never changing, as if too, immortal. 

he watches you pour out the murky green water onto the grass. for the past year or so he's been wondering who is pouring so much love into keeping this grave so vibrant. and here you are now, you looked, well you looked like every other human but there was something, he just couldn't name it. maybe it was how the late afternoon sun peaked through your hair, or how you oh so careful wiped the frost of the leaves. 

you turn, looking at him now. “i'm sorry, but did you know her?” right, he's been standing in front of the grave of an absolute stranger. 

“no,” he breathes out, “i just like looking at the flowers. they're beautiful.”

this earns him a smile from you. a genuine one, one that reaches you eyes and makes them crinkle slightly. “lillie's are her and my favourite,” your smile drops. “well, they were.”

“i'm sure she loves them still.” 

you hum. a beat of silence. “do you believe in life after death?” 

sunghoon exhales deeply, a loaded question. “no, but i believe we carry the love we have for people in us, even if that means it's only under the ground.”

you don't say anything, just stare at the flowers in front of you. he searches for the right words to say. why was it suddenly so difficult for him to form a sentence? and why did he care so much about making you feel less alone?  

"who did you lose?”

his head snaps up, eyes searching yours, but they were already focused on him. 

“you don't just say that without having buried someone before. we all need something to hold on to keep us sane while thinking about the big unknown.”

if only you knew that he has lost his sanity centuries ago. what does he have left? a cursed body, a never forgetting brain. but what he doesn’t have is that little spark that you want to return; he stopped searching for it years and years ago. 

“it's been so long, i barely remember it.” 

“liar,” you shoot back, the tiniest hint of a smile showing. “ you hesitated too long, of course you remember.”

he breathes out a choked chuckle. “you got me there.” 

“are they buried here?”

“no,” he pauses for a second, “i don't know where the grave is.”

that leaves you to be the silent one. 

“sor-” “don’t be, it was a long time ago.”

you watch his eyes flicker between the flowerbeds. he looks nervous, like a little boy looking for his parents after his first day at school. 

“well, i’ll be here on saturday. in case you suddenly remember more and need an open ear.” 

a smile softens his features. “saturday it is.” 

it wasn’t much. there were no big fireworks, no racing heart, no shaky hands and stutters. instead, there was…calmness. and it’s been a long time since he felt calm.

K.S 김선우

if there was a party on campus, there's a 99.9% chance you can find sunoo there. getting turned while being young and beautiful has its perks; you're in for a lifetime of compliments and suitors practically begging for your attention. at first, he was flattered. yes, he was different now, but this was normality. they didn't realise he’s different. but the fantasy started to crumble when the dates were planned, lies had to be made up. so he distanced himself from it all, not physically, but mentally. small talk was the furthest it goes, hushed kisses were exchanged, maybe even between entangled bodies; but never further. and he accepted it, he really did. he wasn't lonely, he had six friends who stuck together like glue and people gathering around him as if he were a magnet as soon as he entered the room. 

tonight was no different. the room was filled with people, the smell of smoke and practically buzzed with excitement over the end of exams. red cup in his hands, filled with whatever unholy concoction the redhead who handed it to him came up with, he looked around. 

the crowd blended into a mass of entangled bodies, arms waving around, swaying to the beat of music. he spotted the regulars, the same two handfuls of people who showed up to every single one of these. among them, yumi; all pastel pink hair and fiery attitude. she spotted sunoo and threw her hand up, enthusiastically waving it around like a windmill.

“sunoo, sunoo, sunno!” she yelled across the room, bouncing up and down. 

he makes his way across the room, almost spilling his drink about four times. as soon as he reached the other side, yumi squeezed him almost to death. “oh its been forever,” she exclaimed dramatically.  

chuckling he responds, “it’s been like what, two weeks?”

“yes, that’s basically an eternity at our age.”

our age.

“right, oh my god before i forget, today is sooooo special,” she turns and pulls someone closer, "i'm glad you’re here to witness it!”

now that's got his attention. “oh?” he questions, brows furrowed.

“sunoo, may i introduce you to the one, the only, the majestic y/n.”

his eyes moved to the left and there you were. hands nervously intertwined, eyes scanning the room. look at me, look at me, sunoo thinks. 

yumi nudges your arm, “hey, earth to y/n.”

your eyes move to the man in front of you and you kind of forget how to breathe for a second. my goodness how can someone look like that?!

“hi,” he reaches out his hand, “i’m sunoo.”

it shouldn't be legal to have a smile this devastating, you think to yourself before taking his hand and giving it a small shake. “i know, i mean i’m y/n. yumi has told me lots about you.” 

“good things,” yumi chimes in. 

sunoo grins, "suspicious."

you watch them bicker back and forth. yes, yumi has told you about sunoo. sunoo who always has an open ear for everyone, who always had the right comforting thing to say. sunoo, who she kept pestering you about to meet, since he supposedly was your type. sunoo, who definitely is your type. sunoo who, you realise, is looking directly at you right now.

“huh?” you snap out of your thoughts.

“see, i was right,” yumi exclaimed triumphantly.

utterly confused, you look between your best friend and the boy in front of you.

“right about what?”

“that it’s a good thing i dragged you out of the house tonight! otherwise you wouldn't have been able to actually meet sunoo and you would've sat outside all alone.”

“so you would've let me freeze out in the cold all by myself?” you dramatically hit your hand on your chest.

“well lucky you, i’m here tonight,” sunoo says, “and i’m in need for a break from all these people.”

you turn to look at yumi, who has already backed up a good bit, giving you a double thumbs up.

the cold air instantly hits your lungs and you wrap your scarf closer around your neck. both of your breaths dance in little clouds alongside each other. neither of you say anything for a good while.

“so,” he starts, “what did she bribe you with?”

you smile, “lemon and blueberry cake.”

he inhales sharply, “good choice, good choice.” 

“yeah.”

another beat of silence settles between the two of you. before you get the chance to overthink possible topics for smalltalk he asks, “did you really come tonight because of me?” 

hot flashes creep up your neck, “well…” you fidget with the strands of your scarf. “not really, but she kept insisting that i just have to meet you.”

he gives you a small nudge, “i’m glad you agreed to come tonight. and that i got to meet you. she was right.”

“right about what?”

another smirk spreads on his face. “shh, that's a secret.”

“hey!” now it was your turn to nudge him, “not fair i was honest with you.”

“no can do,” he says, throwing his hands up in defeat. you grumble, shooting arrows with your eyes at the boy standing next you. sunoo swears his heart was breaking the record of somersaults within a single second. 

truth be told, as soon as yumi told him about that mysterious best friend of hers he had been intrigued. she insisted that the two of you would just click instantly, which he doubted. those statements never turn out to be true.  before tonight he simply wanted to see who you were but now? now he cannot help himself wanting to talk to you the entire night. he has met so many people over the last centuries, yet not a single one of them has ever had him this mesmerised. 

“pinky promise it's nothing bad,” 

staring at the boy in front of you and his extended pinky you can't help the small grin appearing on your face. 

“you need to know that i'm very serious about pinky promises.”

“oh, trust me,”, he puts his other hand over his heart, “i am a man of honour and my word.”

your pinkies interlink. his hands were soft; very soft. kind of “i-don't-want-to-let-go-of-of-your-hand” soft. 

“it's a promise then,” he whispers, tightening his grip around your pinky.

“it's a promise.”, you whisper back. 

Y.J 양정원

amongst his friends, jungwon had been the one to immediately erase any traces of romance. a spark crackles and he dump as whole waterfall on it. he’s fine with it, at least that's what he tells himself. but this life gets lonely, so when he awoke shortly after midnight he just couldn’t be alone. aimlessly he wandered through the city. its been a good few years since he moved here; he liked it here. 

before he realises he find himself in a part of town he really ends up in. business is usually on the other side of the river. he almost turned back around when he saw something, saw her. moving with the grace of a feather, sweeping by tables of scattered customers. suddenly, his night got a little more interesting.

the rain aggressively splatters against the window of the dimly lit coffee shop. a small handful of customers dozed in their seats, letting themselves be lulled to sleep by the sound of rain. you, on the other hand, move quickly. it almost seemed like a miracle, this job. having an odd sleep pattern in today's job market is no easy thing. so when the barista at your go-to study cafe told you about an open position, you didn't hesitate for a second. 24 hours of coffee, the closest you could get to heaven on this planet. while the world sleeps, you knead doughs, carefully decorate pastries, move amongst the tables, refill cups or simply catch up with the regulars. it was a peaceful routine, nothing extraordinary but it was enough. 

tonight, however, was supposed to interrupt the routine. your head lifts as you hear the rain getting louder. a man steps in, broad shoulders, face covered by the hood of his jacket. heavy steps approach you and you clutch the coffee grinder a little tighter. he lifts his hood and he looks…normal. well not ‘normal’ normal but also not serial killer or robbing the store kind of scary. 

his eyes however, were a totally different story. sharp and calculating. and they're not studying the menu, no they're studying you. 

you force your customer service smile on. “hi, what can i get you?”

“espresso, two of them.” a pause. “please.”

“coming right up.” you move behind the coffee machine and your hands move on their own. 

“for here or to go?”

his brows furrow "aren't you closing soon?”

you chuckle, “we’re open all day around.”

jungwon looks around the shadowy room. “cozy,” he mumbles, “then it’s for here.”

“alright,” you hum back, “go sit, i’ll find you.”

you watch the mysterious man sit in the corner next to the main window. it’s odd, usually no one comes in at this hour and decides to stay. usually you just get the tourists trying to kill time for their early morning flights, maybe the occasional business people coming in for a nightly restock of caffeine. but he fits into neither of those categories. no, he’s different. 

the smell of freshly brewed coffee hits your nose and you snap out of your thoughts. grabbing a tray, you plop the two small cups on and make your way over to him.

“here you go.” another smile, less forced this time. 

“thanks.”

you turn to leave, but stop in your tracks. “why two?”

“hm?”

“why two espressos, why not just ask for a double?”

a quick laugh escapes him. “i forgot.”

now it was your turn to be confused.

“i forgot that i can just order a double.” 

you tilt your head, taking another good luck at the man sitting in front of you. 

“your whole face just changed,” you stated.

taking another sip, he mumbles into the drink “whatever that means.”

“alright grumps, go back to your sulky self.”, you mutter back, returning behind the counter.

blue ink spread on the page, as you keep pressing down the pen. it was remarkable how your professor manages to formulate the most confusing sentences. 

“why do you work here?” a sudden voice interrupts your .

jolting up in surprise, you hold your pen in front of you. 

jungwon puts his hands up in defeat, “easy there, put the weapon down.” 

you glare at him. “dont creep up on people like that.”

“sorry,” an apologetic expression on his face, a seemingly genuine one, “i was just curious. i mean its the middle of the night, you're all here by yourself and it looks like you have more than work to do.” 

a sigh escapes you. “well some of us are unfortunately nocturnal.” 

now that peaked his interest. 

“nocturnal? how?”

“not actually nocturnal,” you explain, “ but my brain just works best at night and i have some sleep issues so everyone just says im nocturnal.”

he hums, “makes two of us.”

“do explain, dear stranger.”

jungwon hesitates. he can’t just say ‘oh i’m a vampire. that's just how we are!’ 

“ah, it's a long story.”

“i’m here up until 6,” you answer, “in case you need an open ear.” 

“why?”

“why what?” you counter. 

“you don't know me, why offer? and don't say you need the tips, you’re not that kind of girl.”

“oh?” you raise your brows. “and you know this because?”

jungwon shrugs “just a hunch.” 

you smirk, “a correct one. to answer your question, nobody walks in here in the dead of night without having a heavy heart.” 

there was something about the way you said it that just made his heart clench a little. genuine care. he can't remember the last time he had a genuine conversation with someone other than his closest six friends. 

this was dangerous, this was everything he told himself not to indulge in. but right now, he didn't care. right now, he just wanted to keep talking to the pretty girl at the coffee shop. 

N.R 西村 力

it’s a shame that vampires cannot be photographed, because the fashion world would scream with joy if nishimura riki's fashion over the hundreds of years were ever to be recorded and published. whether it was the ever evolving linen shirt, ruffled silks, the occasional lace stocking, woolcoats, waist trainers, frocks or knitted sweaters, he has worn it all. and he looked damn good while wearing them. 

to him, its a game of puzzles, of anticipation. what exciting invention will come next? which fabric will be of the next trend?

unfortunately for him, immortality doesn’t come with a magical closet that lets you keep all of your clothes acquired in his very long life. that’s precisely why he adores second hand stores. sure, sometimes you’re greeted with fabrics of questionable smell and design, but every once in a while you can find a true hidden gem. once, riki even managed to find one of his long lost embroidered leather gloves and he almost teared up. 

today was his favourite day of the week; weekly hunt at his favourite second hand store. what makes it his favourite you ask? well, it’s open at midnight on one special night – tonight. 

the room was practically buzzing with excitement, muffled voices screeching over the occasional lucky find. he slowly makes his way through the crowd, stopping every now and then to closely inspect an item. 

and then he spots it. in front of everyone, right out in the open was the most breathtaking coat he has ever seen. a deep burgundy, loose cut, but with a tailored waist; definitely worth adding to his collection. 

he reached for the clothing hanger, but instead of the cold metal he was met with soft warm skin. looking to his left, his eyes meet with an equally surprised pair.

“sorry-” both of you start at the same time, throwing you into a fit of giggles. 

oh.

oh no. what is happening to his chest?

“sorry,” he breathes again, trying to sort his racing thoughts. it’s been countless years, yet this was new. he just completely shut down.

a tap on his arm makes him come back to reality.

“you okay?” worried eyes look up at him. 

he blinks rapidly, what is going on?

“yea, sorry i just…zoned out there for a sec.”

you hurriedly rummage through your bag, pulling out your water. “i havent drunk from it yet?”

while it was your intention to help, riki only goes further and further into full-on panic mode. thankfully his body knew how to breathe on its own, because he wouldn't trust himself to rely on his own senses right now. okay riki, blink, breathe in, breathe out, he tells himself. you've done this millions of times, get yourself together man. it’s just a girl. a pretty girl, my gosh…she’s so pretty.

at the same time, you’re worried sick about the stranger, mentally cursing yourself for always skipping those ‘what to in case of a stroke’ videos. crooked smile? no…that doesn't really fit. how do you ask a stranger to hold up their hands? gosh why is he blinking so rapidly?

“i’m so sorry,” riki finally manages to get out, “must’ve been the amount of people and the noise.” 

oh thank goodness he speaks, a visible sigh leaves you. 

the boy in front of you chuckles, “didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“it’s fine,” you smile softly, “just glad to see that you're okay. i don't have any food on me but you should grab a bite, you look a little pale.”

riki grins, if only you knew how hilarious that statement was with a little more background knowledge.

a sharp shriek pierces your ears. “holy shit, this is perfect.” 

two girls start bouncing up and down besides you. in their hands: the burgundy coat.

“soooo,” riki starts “midnight snack?”

“midnight snack,” you nod back with a smile.

neither of you got the coat, but you had a hunch that you gained something a lot more special.

lin’s note: first ever enha fic hooray!! this was lowkey so cheesy and cliché buuuuuuut i had fun so lolz !! big thank you to my doll for encouraging me to start this and my silly ren & skye for hyping me up so much :(( i’ve been thinking about going back to writing for a hot second and i had a blast with this. vampire!enha just has a special place in my heart. i do have another part to this planned, so let me know if you’d like to see that. thank you for reading, mwah mwah!

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Jack Abbot didn’t do things halfway. That was especially true when it came to you. Dana’s new night shift nurse who’d just strolled through the PTMC doors with a bounce in her step and such a zest for life that it made him almost crumble right then and there.

He didn’t do things halfway with his late-wife, or the army. Not with patients and their care or the people in his life he cared deeply about. So he definitely wouldn’t with you; especially not when he could hear the blood pumping through your veins all the way from the hub; or smell the syrupy sweetness of it. Not when he could hear your rhythmic heart-beat.

It made whatever ounce of blood that may have been left in his body run cold.

His late-wife hadn’t known his secret—and in a way—he was relieved he hadn’t been old enough when she passed for her to notice that he wasn’t aging with her.

He vowed to himself that he wouldn’t repeat that mistake if he ever got the chance to love again.

For a while; he didn’t. But right now, with your laughter echoing through the ED halls, and the smell of your vanilla skin shining under the fluorescent lights—he felt something in him shift.

Not abruptly or painful just…easily; like something missing had finally slid into place.

Jack tracked you with his eyes as you moved through the ED—Lena and Dana on either side of you—and he told himself he wasn’t going to half-ass this either, whatever it was.

Even when his entire being told him you were too young, too vibrant and full of life; that he didn’t and shouldn’t ruin you—he couldn’t deny that somewhere deep down hunger grew in his chest. Each time you moved and the perfume you wore stalked across the ED, he couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t push it down; he craved you.

Worse than that; you were coming towards him now, both charge nurses still by your side as the bounce in your step never left—and he felt himself freeze for the first time in decades. The sound of words leaving your perfect lips landed on almost deaf ears as he swore he felt his old, long-dead heart start pumping again. The smile on your face was enough to do him in as you looked softly up at him, your voice lilting through every sense in his body as you greeted him;

“Hi.”

Oh, Jack immediately thought; for you, i’d risk it all.