#vampire!sungchan

Smut tags: noncon/ dub con, masturbation (f), penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex, creampie, humiliation/ degradation, voyeurism (mentioned and also featured a bit I guess) objectification, blood sucking in a kinky way, thigh riding, fucking underwater, oral (f receiving), full monster fucking because, vampires, and I think that's it

“I won’t touch you, until you beg me to.”

“Don’t you mean, unless?”

“No, because I know you’ll eventually be on your hands and knees begging for me stuff your pretty mouth,” Sungchan stated this as a fact, his furrowed brows unmoving. You scoffed. You two were sat at a large dining room table, just the two of you waiting on the brain washed servants to bring out your dinner.

It had been a few days since your abduction at this point. Beyond the vampire not allowing you to sleep alone, he hadn’t so much as laid a finger on you unless it was to drag you from one part of his dead father’s mansion to another part.

“I would rather eat live rats than fuck you. Why do you think I didn’t sleep with you even though I was tasked with seducing you?”

This struck a visible nerve, his red eyes twitching a for a moment before he masked it. At the time, when you didn’t know his true intentions and abilities, you didn’t want to sleep with him because well… you felt bad. You didn’t want to hurt him. But now, you were thankful you didn’t.

Sungchan was a god damn monster who killed his father and had psychologically tortured every being that had the unfortunate luck of being near him. You were just the only person to not succumb to his gift of mind control.

“Seulgi told me it was because you cared about me,” Sungchan snipped. You flinched.

“You had Seulgi tell you my conversations with her?” You were disgusted. Seulgi, one of your few friends from the vampiric hunters, was one of the many victims Sungchan had under his spell.

“My beloved, I know everything about you. What do you not understand?”

“If you knew anything about me you would know that being trapped here is my fucking nightmare.”

He rolled his eyes at this. The large door that lead to the kitchen opened, and in one of the servants rolled a dining cart.

“I know that is something you can get over,” Sungchan hummed as your dinner was placed in front of you. You met the eyes of the servant man, and frowned as you saw that glazed over look on his eyes.

Everyday became the same. Having breakfast at a time Sungchan had decided on while he stares at you, drinking a glass of blood- the source of which was unknown. You would stay cooped up in a bedroom. He had enhanced the security of the mansion so there was no point in him needing extra precautions like chains. It's not like you would runaway- you knew he would burn down the vampiric hunters society if you fled. You would sit in the room for hours, staring out the window, until Sungchan would return from wherever he had gone to that day.

He would talk at you, recounting his many dealings and killings, before forcing you to eat dinner, and lay by his side so he could watch you sleep.

“You can’t stay in the room today,” Sungchan instructed one morning, his glass already empty.

“Why?” You asked, using your fork to poke at the under salted potatoes on your plate.

“It’s dusty and the sheets need to be changed out. Just explore the home,” he leaned forward, a sly smile now on his face, “there are so many surprises and things just for you here. Please enjoy them.”

You winced. There wasn’t anything to enjoy. You were trapped in a gilded cage with a monster and the beings stuck under his spell.

“I’ll see you later my love,” he left, and you sat quietly in the dining room thinking things over.

The dining room and living quarters had at minimum one or two servants in the corner watching you closely. In what you considered now your previous life, you’d be capable of killing more than a few vampires and escaping generally unscathed. You were fucking good at killing vamps. Now though, Sungchan and his ability to control the mind of everyone around him left you in a bind.

The only way you could be free would be if you allowed him to kill the only people you would run back to.

You pushed yourself off from your seat and began to wander aimlessly. The mansion was massive. Winding staircases that lead to endless hallways. Paintings of Sungchan’s father slaying countless enemies and waging horrible wars. After what felt like hours of trying to decipher if a random Monet painting was real you began scratching at the collar of your shirt.

Sungchan and his servants had decided to select your daily wardrobe, and today you were forced into a mock turtleneck, a tennis skirt, and platformed sneakers. The outfit wasn’t hideous, it was just another thing you weren’t allowed control over. If it was up to you, you wouldn’t have picked a collar that was making you scratch the hell out of your neck.

You pushed open a door in a random hallway on the third floor. You hoped it would be a bathroom so you can rip up the collar in peace but instead was overwhelmed by the absolute vastness you encountered.

It was two floors, filled with several rows of bookshelves, all fully lined with books, magazines, and other printed media. A few chairs, couches, pillows, and tables were organized haphazardly in the room as if the space was constantly being shifted around by how someone decided to read that day. What surprised you most, though, was the person on the iron ladder reaching towards a high shelf.

“Oh! Hi!” She called, a smile wide as you stared in awe.

“You’re human,” you whispered it at first before realizing she couldn’t hear you. You repeated yourself, moving closer to study the only other human you’ve seen in the compound. Her eyes weren’t the deep crimson that painted everyone else’s. Her skin was visibly soft and had small, human, wonderful imperfections to show a life and soul was still inside of her.

“Of course I am. Sungchan is half human after all,” she mused as she stepped down from her ladder with a book in hand, “you really are just as beautiful as he said.”

You blinked, unsure how to respond. You were elated to know that you weren’t the only human in the home of monsters, but the one ally you had was the mother of your captor.

“Have you read this before?” She shoved a book in your hand, and you noted that every finger was lined with a gold ring. You turned the book.

“Niebla? No I don’t have much time for reading,” you answered quickly before adding the painful addendum, “I didn’t have much time, that is.”

“Well, whats stopping you now?” As if she was a fairy without a care in the world, she flitted away, a bounce in her step as she moved towards the staircase to the second level.

“Dear, you’re welcome here anytime, don’t need to say a word. You should take the time to catch up on yourself,” she leaned over the balcony that was the second floor to call out to you before she disappeared beyond the shelves. You clutched the book to your chest, mind reeling.

You were the only person Sungchan couldn’t control, he had made this very well known. This meant, as far as you could tell, his mother could be under controls he had set in place. She could lie to you if you asked her any questions, tell Sungchan anything you said, or she may not even be properly coherent. For all you knew, her entire personality was an elaborate work of Sungchan, and her true self was trapped behind his strings.

You would go back the next day. And the next day. And several days after that.

You loved being a vampire hunter because you fucking despised them. The thirst they felt for blood is the thirst you felt for revenge. A pair of vampiric twins slaughtered your parents when you were young, and slaying vampires became your one true calling. It was the only thing you ever thought about. Even now, you noted how every item built in the mansion was composed of a non-wooden material, and there wasn’t a speck of silver in sight.

So, without a way for you to kill vampires, you had time to figure out something else about yourself, like what kind of books you enjoyed. Most days you sat in silence, only speaking to greet Sungchan’s mother before picking up a book and hiding in a corner. Some days though, you longed for someone to talk to, so you’d ask questions.

“Did you curate this collection yourself?”

“Yes and no. It’s a mix of my personal collection, Sungchan’s and his father’s,” she then pointed to the second level, “all of the ones up there are the historical vampiric books his father had been collecting. Sungchan said you used to be a hunter- that may be of interest to you.”

She was right, of course.

With one of the tables on the second level, you were able to create a nook for yourself. Books on one pile were those you were planning to read, and books in another pile you needed to work to translate from Latin.

Latin was one of a few languages you had learned when you were training to be a vampire hunter, and it was the one you were strongest in. Typically, older vampires and those with strong influence in the community spoke to each other in the dead language and also wrote in it. So, hunters would often have to bust out the language in order to gain information.

Since you weren’t capable of hunting anymore, you figured translating some books from Latin into a modern language was a task to at least use your brain.

A useless task, you were certain, but it was something that gave you a minimal sense of purpose.

“I knew I smelled you here. I’m surprised Sungchan isn’t parading you around like the trophy you are,” this new voice sent a chill down your spine and embarrassment flooding your veins. You were currently headed from the library to your room, and upon turning the corner was confronted by Yuta.

“What are you doing here?” Was what you settled on asking. Yuta was certainly high ranking, but to be wandering the halls of the puppeteers home was not something you expected.

“Your partner requested I bring you to the dinner table.”

“Partner?”

“Oh, is husband a better word? I assumed you two would have a large vampiric ceremony, but perhaps I missed the invite.”

“Fuck off.”

“I joke, I joke. He did ask me to bring you downstairs- he’s tied up finishing up a few tasks.”

“Are you his errand boy now?” You asked dryly, starting the small journey to the dining room.

“I’m anyone’s errand boy for the right price, you know that,” Yuta was playful, as if you being locked up was the funniest thing ever.

“That’s right, you were even his father’s errand boy,” you snipped, earning a glare from the vampire, “you really have no loyalties.”

“Not true, necessarily. I like Sungchan,” he shrugged, and you believed him. Yuta was a young vampire especially considering where he fell in vampiric hierarchy. Sungchan hardly mentioned him, but you could tell Yuta was a trusted advisor simply by the fact that Sungchan even allowed the vampire to guide you for dinner.

When you were a hunter before your imprisonment, Yuta was a vampire you would occasionally encounter on your assignments. He was never one you would kill, and he would on occasion offer information to hunters in exchange for information on vampires you all you were currently on the hunt for.

You poked at your dinner plate. Yuta and Sungchan had their glass of blood mixed with wine as they discussed an earlier meeting.

“I believe Jaehyun will take over the eastern region smoothly,” Yuta noted.

“Why doesn’t your mother ever eat with us?” You interjected, for the first time that evening making eye contact with the new puppeteer.

Sungchan raised an eyebrow, visibly surprised before replying, “she lives on a human schedule. At this time she’s only waking up. Haven’t you noticed how she isn’t in the library for the same time as you?”

This was something you did notice, but since you hardly ever see the sun you hadn’t pieced it together.

“Why can’t I be on a human schedule?”

“Because then I wouldn’t ever see you,” Sungchan then softened his eyes and leaned his head on his fist, “and that would be terrible.”

“What a sweet couple,” Yuta taunted before he stood up, “I’ll see you dark and early in the evening, Sungchan.”

As expected, the vampire was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving you alone with the puppeteer.

“Does seeing him remind you of your past?” Sungchan was vey direct, and was watching you carefully.

“Everything reminds me of my past.”

“What,” he hesitated, “what would make you happy?”

“You dying and me escaping.”

“How about having the opportunity to kill those twins that slaughtered your parents?”

Your eyes widened. He had said numerous times that he knew everything about you, and yet, it was here in this moment you understood he was serious about you.

He was serious about you in every way, and you were sincerely fucked.

“H-how… how do you even know who they are? The vampiric hunters were never-.”

Sungchan interrupted you by snapping his fingers and opening his palm. A servant with glossed over eyes placed an envelope with a familiar seal in his hand before they vanished.

“That’s Irene’s seal,” you whispered. Every member of the hunters had their own wax seal with the vampiric hunters roses above their name. While the seal had been broken, you could still make out Irene’s name on the wax.

“The hunters knew for years,” he muttered as he watched you remove the packets of paper from the envelope.

Pages upon pages of information regarding you, your parents, and their murder. Pages upon pages all about their brutal slaughter.

Pages upon pages about the identity of the twins and their whereabouts.

“You’re lying,” you choked out, “why are you being so cruel?” You looked back up, your wet eyes meeting his darkened scarlet ones.

“I… I wish I was lying,” he looked down at the packet, “the proof is all here. I also asked several of your former bosses to verify, and as you know, they can’t lie to me.”

You couldn’t articulate the emotions you were feeling. You felt betrayed by your second family, but you felt a burning, pitiful sense of gratitude towards Sungchan for exposing this to you.

Sungchan placed his cold hand over yours and for the first time since your entrapment, you didn’t pull back.

“Do you want to kill them?”

You didn’t hesitate, “yes.”

********

For all of Sungchan’s big talk about not touching you without your begging, there was one exception.

Every evening when the dawn began to break, Sungchan would steal you into bed with him. He would wrap his broad arms around you and squeeze you as closely as physically possible.

The first few nights, you would sob and kick and try and get his large, strong, cold body off of you. Now though, you just accepted it as he wrapped himself around you and snuggled his nose behind your neck.

“How do you want to kill them?” Sungchan asked, his lips brushing against your flesh.

“Slowly, and then all at once.”

“I’ll help you every step of the way.”

It burned your throat, but you still whispered out, “thank you.”

“I will do anything for you, if you give me the chance.”

“Well, I’ve been working to translate a few older vampiric historical books, but I’m missing a few volumes on the vampiric clans of 1828.”

“I’m meeting with an archivist soon, I will have them lend a hand,” he sat up, leaning on his arm, “I’ll have it set so you can join us in the latter half and discuss your translation efforts.”

You nodded, the silence feeling awkward rather than the usual sense of dread.

“Have you found anything interesting while translating?” Sungchan’s voice was soft, and reminded you of the man you had first met- of the Sungchan you met before his vampiric powers had fully awakened.

“Well…” you hesitated slightly, “I thought you had siblings to be honest.”

“Ah, yeah. My father adopted quite a few kids but never had any biological vampiric offspring- he never even married anyone.”

“Wow.”

“Becoming one of the biggest leaders and players in the vampiric world is easy when you have his power,” Sungchan shrugged, and a chill ran down your spine as one of his hands moved to hook a strand of hair that fell across your face to be tucked behind your ear, “he never had to marry for power, he just needed to be in a room with the right people for five minutes.”

“So, you’re not interested in marrying for power?”

“The only person in my existence I’d ever want to marry is you,” he said this so nonchalantly it horrified you.

“I only haven’t escaped from here because you’re holding my closest friends at gun point as a threat,” you shot up then. Sungchan was so surprised he loosened his grip on you, allowing you full space to sit up and glare at the monster.

“Not gun point, I’d just have the place set on fire in the chance you somehow manage to kill me or leave the mansion.”

“Oh, so at match point.”

His gaze softened, “they all lied to you.”

“So did you- you pretended to be weak and helpless so you could trap me here.”

“I mean, you pretended to be a completely different person, too,” he shrugged, “that makes us even.”

“Why can’t you just find someone that actually is interested in you?”

“Because we’re soulmates, I know it. Why else would you be the only person in the world that’s resistant to my powers?”

You were silent, tears of anger falling down your cheeks. It felt like all you were good for lately was crying.

Sungchan swiped his thumb under your cheek, and laid you down, drawing circles on your shoulder until you fell asleep.

You awoke from your slumber to a terrifying sight. Although there was hardly any light in the room, you could make out that Sungchan was sobbing in his sleep. The terrifying part of this, though, was that his tears were composed of blood instead. You hadn't ever seen it in person, but this was something you did know of vampires.

Nervously, you shook his shoulder in an attempt to force him awake, but instead he simply whimpered further.

“… no… please I promise,” he was muttering in his sleep now, blood still trickling down his face from his shut eyes. His hand snatched your wrist, forcing you to fully face him as he still seemed to be engaging in his nightmare.

“Sungchan stop,” you fought, your other free hand trying to release his grip to no avail.

“You… you’re…” he was still muttering incoherent sentences, his grip on your wrists painfully tight.

“Sungchan, please!” You shouted, fully awake now. With your free hand you sent a sharp slap across his face. Instead of his eyes opening though, he instead snarled, his fangs exposing themselves and at full attention.

You froze, your heart pounding as you stared at those horrifically sharp teeth.

“Sungchan?” You whimpered. It was your small, pitiful plea it seems that awoke him, his eyes opening slowly before realizing the position you were both now in. He loosened his grip, but didn’t fully release you as his eyes became a bright red you hadn’t seen on him before. The bright red that indicated a hunter wanted to consume its prey.

You stopped breathing the second he took to bury his nose in your neck, inhaling deeply as your heart couldn’t help but pound relentlessly.

“You… you were having a nightmare,” you started speaking, hoping he would ignore the stutter in your voice, “you were crying.”

“I know... Crying makes me hungry now,” his voice was deeper than usual, and his fangs scraped against the soft flesh of your neck as he spoke.

“Y-you said you wouldn’t touch me unless I asked,” you were pulling at straws now, hoping anything could get you out of this. Nothing in the room or mansion was composed of wood, silver, or any vampiric weakness. The windows were all sealed shut and heavily tinted. You also hadn’t been maintaining your typical vampire hunter workout to try and fight back.

You were completely defenseless, and at his mercy.

“You’re right,” he slowly pulled his face away from your neck, and for a moment you thought you had successfully evaded his advances until, “lay down, on your back.”

“What?” You were dumbfounded as Sungchan pressed you back down onto the soft mattress that was now stained with his blood.

“I won’t touch you,” he reiterated, spreading your legs open and situating himself in between, “but,” he then hitched your night dress up to your chest, “you can touch yourself.”

Your eyes widened in horror at his words, and all he did was stare back down at you expectantly. The shiver running through your body as you were suddenly exposed to the air and the chill emanating from your captor.

“Fuck you,” you glared, “fuck you. I’m not your little fucking doll you can just order around.”

Instead of getting angry, Sungchan leaned closer until his lips graced your ear, “yknow, I know how you get off on your own.”

Your breathing increased, anger and another emotion you couldn’t fathom festering in your pounding chest. Your hands balled into fist as you sat back on the bed, now frozen.

“I know the filthy things you say to yourself so you can climax. I know all of your fantasies and deepest desires- I am them.”

You grit your teeth, turning your face to the side in order to try and create some distance between the two of you. This wasn’t fair.

“Your favorite thing to do-.”

“Fuck you, Sungchan.”

“-was to pretend that you were being fucked by a vampire, any vampire at that.”

He was right, but you felt so disgusted by the fact that he had somehow been observing you in your most quiet, intimate moments, you refused to give him the satisfaction he so clearly craved. So many times when you were alone- thought you were alone- your hands and mind would wander.

“The last time you touched yourself oh,” his own breathe hitched, fanning the shell of your ear, “fuck you’re so hot. Your little fantasy of me biting the flesh of your inner thigh and making you cum over and over again until you cry…” his voice trailed off as the shame began to drown you.

A wetness was forming at your core, and you knew he could tell.

“That was before I knew you were actually a fucking monster,” you attempted to deflect, keeping your tone biting in an attempt to cover the fact that your panties were already soaking.

“And you love that this monster is obsessed with you,” he replied, pressing a small kiss to your cheek.

You tried to focus your attention on the dark maroon of the wall paint, on the old paintings of fruit that were slightly tilted on the wall. You wanted to focus on anything that wasn’t Sungchan’s cold body hovering over you and your exposed underwear. You wanted to ignore him and pretend this wasn’t real. You wanted to ignore the goosebumps that sprouted across your body, and the way your clit was pulsing at the filth he was spewing.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he leaned back from you, now staring at the white underwear you had put on to sleep, “push them to the side.”

“I’m not-.”

“I can see how fucking wet you are- fuck, I can smell you,” he cut you off, his eyes unwavering.

Again, he was right. Your core was aching, and with each passing second that Sungchan hovered over you, you felt yourself grow more and more needy.

“Let me see you touch that pretty pussy of yours,” he was practically purring at this point, his voice a deep husk as his eyes couldn’t move from your open legs.

Trembling, you pushed the flimsy fabric out of the way, the cold air causing your whole body to tremble as your arousal was now exposed. You could barely hear anything besides your heavy breathing, and the slamming of your heart in your chest.

“Now, spread your lips for me.”

Fingers trembling, and with shame swallowing you whole, you brought your fingers down to your center, spreading your lips open.

"Fuck," Sungchan was drooling, his exposed fangs shimmering as you stared at them intently. The thought of his fangs cutting through the flesh of your inner thigh and allowing Sungchan to drink from you made your heart pound in anticipation. You had fucked vampires before, yes, but your deepest desire and shame was to be bitten by one. The feeling was said to be better than an orgasm, and for humans was also horrifically addictive. How would you react to giving your blood to Sungchan? How good would it truly feel?

"W…. Wh- where would you want to bite me?” Your voice trembled as you fully succumbed to the moment. You had seen plenty of humans become shells of themselves, begging for a vampire to bite them. You had seen the end point, and couldn’t help that this had become one of your deepest fantasies.

“Hmm,” Sungchan dipped his head, lining his eyes up a few centimeters away from where your fingers were strumming at your core.

“I’m thinking, maybe here,” he had his fangs gently graze over the soft flesh of your inner thigh. You whimpered, stifling the moan that you so desperately wanted to release. He pressed a gentle kiss where his fangs grazed before pulling away. You arched your back, breathe hitching as you continued stroking yourself as he intensely watched you.

“Sungchan I-.”

“You can’t cum yet baby,” he cooed, his cool breath causing your core to further pulse. “You should stop.”

You whined, your fingers following Sungchan’s direction and ceasing motion.

“S-Sungchan-.”

“Yes?” He was smug, sitting up now as he observed you in your disheveled state. You felt like such a disaster. Even though Sungchan’s cheeks were still stained with his own blood, you- with your nightgown to your chest and hand coated in yourself- you felt like the mess.

You swallowed thickly, your bottom lip trembling as the shame began to curl around you.

“Please?”

“Please what? You’ll need to be specific,” he couldn’t hide his smile. You felt so weak. You were caving in to your body’s desperate urges, and he was overjoyed to watch you humiliate yourself.

“Please Sungchan, please help me finish.”

He sucked his fangs, “say that again? More clearly- I couldn’t hear you.”

You were fully trembling now, shame swallowing you whole as your core cried for release.

“Sungchan please fuck me with your tongue.”

It felt so vile saying it so loudly, but you were beyond shame now. You wanted- no, you needed Sungchan.

“One more time baby- I want every one to hear your pretty little voice.”

And so, you cried out loudly, one more time before Sungchan relented and tore your underwear off.

You went to bed a few hours later, bathed in the exhaustion of multiple orgasms.

*********

You were dazed sitting in the empty library, two books cracked open in front of you with your pen between your teeth as you stared off.

The mansion had started to fill itself with a humidity from the outside summer air, making any encounter with your captor coat you in sweat despite his cold flesh. You couldn't help the perspiration that covered you and slicked your skin further.

This had to be on purpose, you frowned as you still stared blankly ahead in the library. Sungchan could see you constantly sweating, he even made a point to rub in the fact that he wasn't at all affected by the changing season.

As you were awake during the evenings, the night air allowing for some reprise. In the day, though, when you were trying to sleep, you would kick off the sheets and sweat, waking in and out of sleep. Sungchan could easily set up an air conditioning unit, and yet he hasn't.

"So, he still hasn't bitten you at all?" Yuta whistled as he entered the space. He was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt as if to rub in that you were wearing a thin t-shirt and shorts while still sweating.

"How could you even tell? Maybe he has," you shrugged. Sungchan hasn't bitten you, this much was true, but you refused to give Yuta any insights.

You were starting to consider begging for it, though.

He fucked you at every opportunity, each time causing your knees to tremble your eyes to roll back and lips to cry out his name. Being bitten by him would only further intensify intimacy for you.

Blinking, Yuta appeared directly at your side, kneeling so he could be eye level to your seated position.

"Hm, no. He's the type who would go for the throat. To send a message, y'know."

"Fuck off, Yuta," you resigned, tilting your head back down to your books. You went to flip a page and hissed, bringing your finger close to your eyes to see you had a clean paper cut.

"Oh wow. You're lucky I already drank earlier today," Yuta stood tall and fished through his pockets before yanking out a single bandage, "here."

"Why do you carry bandaids on you?" you asked, still taking the bandage from him and quickly wrapping the cut.

"I have a human of my own," he shrugged as if this statement was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Humans aren't animals," you condemned, glaring at the vampire as if you could actually fight him.

"You're welcome. Y'know- most of the servants here don't talk to you out of fear. It's not because Sungchan's told them anything. Be glad you have that bandaid."

"Why are you even here? Don't you and Sungchan have shit to do?"

"Sungchan and you are meeting with that archivist later today. He told me to help you with any materials you wanted to bring and," he looked up to pause to remember his conversation before he added, "to tell you to go change into a different outfit."

As annoyed as you were that you were being again forced into another outfit, you found it difficult to not be excited. You were enjoying brushing up on your latin, and found the translating process to be surprisingly rewarding. You also, secretly, wished to gain as much information as possible with the hopes of one day bringing it back to the hunters.

You hadn't processed it fully the extent of the hunters lies to you, but you hoped to directly confront Irene about it one day.

After listing out the books to Yuta you needed him to bring, you moved from the library and retraced your steps to your shared bedroom. The closer you got, the more your feet began to drag as if they were made of lead. Sungchan may not have bitten you, yet, you've allowed him to touch and tempt you in nearly every other way.

It was making it difficult for you to even look at him with a clear mind when all you were starting to think about when you saw him was the relief he brings to your body. With the painful summer heat, the feeling of his frigid fingers trailing over your heated thighs and breasts was stupefying.

You were afraid that if you succumbed and openly begged for him to bite you and drink from your veins, you would be reduced to the worst version of yourself: one that lived and breathed for Sungchan's constant attention. An obsequious little mess that he could use in any way he wanted because he knew you were addicted to the feeling of his bite.

Thankfully, Sungchan wasn't in your bedroom, just another maid who laid out your clothes for you on your bed. You didn't acknowledge her as she stepped out.

The servants refused to even look you in the eye, and it made it easier for you to not feel bad for them.

You were wearing a high collared, thick sweater, with a pleated khaki skirt, and you swore your sweat was dripping down the hem. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you sat at an old circular iron table with Sungchan sitting closely next to you, and Shotaro looking over your translations in front of you two.

The room was a fully enclosed meeting space that lacked windows, had deep purple walls, and high ceilings. The walls were lined with paintings, artifacts, and several bookcases that you could tell only held books just for show.

"I haven't met a human with this good of a grasp on the latin language since the language was still alive to humans," Shotaro mused as he shut the book on one of your translated works. Shotaro was an archivist who worked with the vampiric and lycanthropic councils. While you never had any reason to encounter him before, you knew that he was very, very old.

"She's extremely intelligent," Sungchan was beaming with pride, his smile almost endearing to you. Fuck, you were really going crazy, you thought.

"It's taken some time to pick up, but with translating different clan histories I feel a lot more confident," you were surprised by the steadiness in your voice despite how dry your throat was starting to feel.

"However, the collection here is missing volumes 3 and 6 of vampiric clans of 1828. Is there any way I could borrow copies of those?"

"Absolutely. Could you translate a few other works for me? My interns are still struggling to learn the fucking dewey decimal system, I can't trust them to translate. But you? Yeah, I most definitely can trust."

"Yeah, I'd be happy to translate them... I do have a second, smaller request, though," at this you saw Sungchan raise his eyebrow. Shotaro however wasn't paying attention, still comparing your translations side by side with the original text.

"Can I have access to some of your copies of the vampiric hunters society historical texts? Despite this being the puppeteers mansions, we don't have anything on them."

"I have extra copies of all the major texts, so consider them a gift for helping me," Shotaro waved his hand before finally shutting all the books, "I'll have Eunseok come by tomorrow evening with everything. It was a pleasure to meet you," he nodded your way before looking at Sungchan, "thanks for introducing us. Nice seeing you, Sungchan."

Shotaro had barely left the room before you angrily stood up from the chair, throwing off the sweater and throwing it in the vampires face.

“Get a fucking air conditioner,” you snapped, unzipping the skirt and flicking it off, leaving you only in a pair of penny loafers, a bra, and underwear.

"Why would I do that?" Sungchan seemed disinterred in your request, simply leaning back in his seat and allowing his eyes to rake over your figure.

"Sungchan I can't sleep because it's hot as fuck. Plus, you put me in that thick sweater because you knew it would make me sweat!"

“Perhaps if you stopped trying to fight me off of you, you’d sleep better.”

“I don’t like cuddling with you.”

“That seems like a you problem, then.”

"Whatever," you crossed your arms over your chest. The bedroom was only two floors down from the space you two were in now, so, you figured you could slip out and run back to the room before anyone could see. With that thought, you stepped towards the door.

"You can not think that me, the puppeteer, would think of letting you walk out like that," Sungchan was holding back a laugh now as he blocked the door.

“What? None of the servants even look at me anyways.”

“Yuta’s still here.”

“Bold of you to assume that I’ve never fucked him,” you snapped.

Sungchan frowned, “I know you haven’t.”

“Just get an AC unit!” You shouted, over the back forth.

“Here, I’ll help you out,” and with that you were thrust onto the table, Sungchan’s body now on top of yours.

"You can't be on top of me all the time at this place," you futilely tried to shove him off of you, but he was firm as one of his large hands clasped both of yours over your head. He hovered over you, your legs open and allowing him full access to press himself close to your center and taunt you.

"Maybe I'll keep some of the servants around me, all of you assholes are cold," you stopped fussing, a smirk fully forming as you kept your eye contact with Sungchan.

"Oh, yeah?" Sungchan couldn't help but leer at you, his eyes deepening into a crimson as his free hand moved gently to caress your side. You shivered, your body immediately reacting to his cold touch. The past times you've allowed him to touch you, you were spellbound by the way his fingers knew exactly how to please and torture you. With the heat drowning your body now, you welcomed his cold touch.

"You think any of them can make you feel like how I do?" his fingers snuck under the band of your panties before quickly snapping it back against your skin. You hissed at the sting.

“Well, I don’t think I had any stalkers besides you,” you sneered. You were disgusted by the lack of privacy you had for these past years, but you were so starved here. You had no friends, no support. It was just you, Sungchan, and only two other people that would speak to you in the mansion. Your brain was starting to become flattered by Sungchan’s fixation.

You hated it. You hated him. But you couldn’t help that he was right- no one else had ever touched your body and make you feel euphoric the same way he has. You had fucked a few vampires, several other humans, and even a werewolf or two. None could hold a candle to Sungchan.

"I don't consider it stalking," he hummed, a tearing sound echoing through the room as your panties were torn off. Yet another pair he had destroyed.

"I like to think of it more as learning how to please my soulmate," with this, his cold fingers started to make contact with your cunt.

“We aren’t - fuck- soulmates,” you moaned out, Sungchan’s fingers drawing harsh circles on your clit. Your toes curled, your spine arching to further press against his strong chest.

“Sorry, say that again?” Sungchan taunted, slowing his speed on your clit as his other hand let go of yours. He caressed your cheek, his eyes admiring the blissed out look your face had before he covered your mouth. He leaned in closer to you, his chest pressed against your bare breast as two of his frigid digits entered you, his thumb now circling your clit as a brutal pace.

Sungchan turned his head towards the door, and with a horrific grin shouted, “come in!”

Your eyes went wide as you tried to close your legs to no avail. Sungchan’s body and strength keeping access open to himself.

“Sir I-,” Yuta entered the room, his eyes wide as he saw his boss compromised on top of you, “I can come back later.”

“No, what is it? You’ve been standing there in the hallway pacing for twenty minutes,” Sungchan spoke casually, as if his fingers weren’t pumping in and out of you at at an intense rate and his thumb wasn’t causing you to roll your eyes back against your will. The lewd sounds of his fingers working your dripping core echoed in the room, filling you with further shame. You shut your eyes, humiliated as your body betrayed you. The pleasure was racking through your entire body, Sungchan’s deft digits speeding up their pace and slowing down suddenly just to further torture you.

“Um, uh, well- the twins. They’ve been brought in. They’re in the basement.”

“Okay, good, we’ll handle that shortly. You can go.”

“Yes sir,” Yuta replied, and you heard the door shut shortly thereafter. Within seconds your back arched as your orgasm coursed through your entire body, your vision going white as Sungchan didn’t let his speed up until you were gasping for air.

“I think I can see about getting you that A/C, maybe.”

***************

“When can I see them?” You were in the gardens, following Sungchan closely. During the evenings, the gardens were lit by small trapped pixies, their multi colored lights glowing as they fought against their glass prison adding further shadows to the dark ground. Your shoes crunched the gravel and you maneuvered close to the vampire.

“Soon. I need to make sure they’re weakened before you can kill them off.”

“If you let me train-.”

“Even in your peak physical state, you wouldn’t be able to handle the two of them at once. Usually when you had difficult Vampires Seulgi and you would draw them out one by one on purpose,” he reminded you.

“Did you watch me fight vampires often?”

“Of course,” he shrugged, “my vampiric powers weren’t awakened until later, but I always had the mind control ability. I always knew if you needed any help I could go in and save you.”

“Did you ever need to interfere?”

“No. You were a more than capable hunter,” he rolled his eyes. A more than capable hunter, and yet here you were, following him around the gardens like a lost puppy.

“In the twins’ files, it says they have a higher tolerance for the sun. Which means they would still burn?”

“Yes, just more slowly and agonizingly,” he met your eyes then and stopped walking. You met him with the same twisted smile he was now wearing, and you ignored the sick butterflies that formed in your stomach when you realized this.

“I’ll work out the logistics for you, my love.”

With that he kissed the crown of your head and guided you back to the house. He had work to do, and he didn't allow you outside on your own.

You were nearly giddy as you made your way to the library. You had something to look forward to finally- something that was the biggest goal of your life. It was thanks to Sungchan.

You stopped yourself at the thought. Standing in the hallway of the mansion, you began to tremble.

Thanks to Sungchan.

You were losing your mind.

You weren't supposed to be here- Sungchan was the one keeping you captive for fucks sake! You would have found the twins on your own! Sure the hunters were deliberately hiding information from you but that didn't mean you wouldn't have figured it out.

Yet again, Sungchan was still far more helpful in that front, than the people you considered family.

Pathetic.

You felt utterly pathetic.

You accepted then, that there was no way you could have found them without Sungchan. Your entire life's mission was to avenge your parents murder- and it took you needing to be held captive by the puppeteer for it to be possible.

Your parents died, and this was the best you could do?

You walked off from the library door, trying to control your now heavy breathing as you tried to utilize the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You were sprinting through the halls of the mansion aimlessly, ignoring the few servants you shot past as you unintentionally explored the maze of the home. Different sections had different ornate tiles- some golden, some with each tile individually painted, and others just plain white.

You slowed down as you came across what looked like a large sitting room. Your heart was pounding in your ears, and you were sweating, but the panic that had overwhelmed you had settled down mostly. The tiles were switched out for a plush blue carpet, and you continued into the space. Large couches and coffee tables filled the room. Next to a tall white door sat what looked like an empty secretary desk.

Without much thought, you opened the door.

Sungchan was hunched over a long glass table, a magnifying glass in his hand as he read over what looked like an old scroll.

"You're lucky my meeting ended early and no one smelled you. I didn't feel like killing the head of a few countries," he didn't look up as he continued reading.

"I don't think I smell bad," your voice was slightly hoarse from lack of use and from your running.

"You smell divine, my love. That's the issue- when you exert energy your smell is enhanced ten fold," he shrugged as if it was a basic science.

Your feet moved slowly towards Sungchan's desk, fiddling with your hands as you did so.

"I'm very busy," he still didn't look up from the scroll, but you watched as he placed the magnifying glass to the side, "I want to review these before sending them off to Shotaro in the morning."

"I..."you stopped as you now stood next to where he was seated. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing his muscular frame. His brows were furrowed as he continued scanning over the scroll.

You felt like shit. He could help you- like he always has.

You swallowed the shame and pride you felt.

"I need you."

You watched his jaw tense up, his eyes stopping their scanning of the page but not meeting yours just yet.

"I"m almost done."

"But I need you now, Sungchan," you whined placing your hand onto the armrest of his chair.

He splayed a finger on the scroll, marking his spot before he looked up at you, annoyed.

"Here, take a seat," without much thought he hooked his arm around your waist and had your open legs seated on his thigh. "Help yourself. When I finish, I'll even lend an extra hand," he kissed your cheek before going quiet again.

Death would be kinder, you felt.

Pathetically, you tucked your face into the crook of his neck, eyes screwed shut as you leaned your hands on his chest and bicep.

Sungchan began to slowly fidget his leg, allowing for a friction to start at your core. You swallowed the shame you felt, and began to rock yourself against his clothed thigh to chase your high.

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The window in the attic.

That was the only window Sungchan allowed the tint to be removed from in order for you to watch the twins clearly. It was still a few floors higher from where the twins were tied up in the gardens, but you didn't care. You were on the edge of your cold, iron wrought seat, staring off at the horizon over the trees.

"I'll be watching what I can from downstairs," Sungchan opened the attic door. You could see his reflection in the window, and simply nodded.

"Okay," your voice was small. Your voice and demeanor had entirely been shrinking these past few weeks.

The attic was massive and hardly ever touched beyond being another place for Sungchan to whisk you away to. Green carpeting, red curtains on the walls, and a few ornate furniture pieces- and yet you still chose to claim the smallest chair as yours.

Sungchan left you alone without a word and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

From your view of the gardens, you saw the twins on the ground, tied up in what was likely holy water soaked rope. They were visibly emaciated due to being starved for months in order to be too weak to defend themselves. They looked awful.

You remembered the night your parents died. The way your parents begged and begged for mercy and the way the twins gleefully cracked your parents bones and drained them of all their blood.

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as the sun began to peak its way through the trees, the morning rays beginning to whistle their way across the grounds.

"N... No, please," you heard one of the twins on the ground cry out as the sun began to first touch them.

Usually when vampires are touched by sunlight, their body will immediately blow up into flames. There have been cases of vampires surviving sunlight, but it's not without severe burns, and they need to be removed from the sun almost immediately.

With the twins resistance though, it could take several hours of slow burning before their flesh decides to release them and set them ablaze.

The sun slowly rose, and for the first time in what felt like eons, you felt the sun on your skin. You cringed, rubbing your eyes before refocusing on the twins. They used to be so powerful, and yet now they were writhing in discomfort, their flesh slowly changing color. The brightness of the sun caused your eyes to water, and you dabbed the moisture from your cheeks as you continued watching the color of their flesh slowly redden, their cries rising in pitch.

As the sun sat in the sky over the next few hours, you watched as boils began to grow on their slowly burning flesh. Smoke shortly followed as the sun approached its position at noon, and their cries of anguish began reaching a fever pitch.

"Nowhere near as awful as my parents' cries," you tutted, watching their eyes swell shut in boils and the smoke reaching the window of the attic.

The first flame flickered on one of the twins' bodies, and then spread until they were both engulfed in flames. You stood up, your face pressed against the glass as you watched their painful, slow death finally reach a fever pitch.

You stood against the window until the sun set, your tears staining the glass as you watched their ashes fall into a small pile in the garden. You ran downstairs as soon as the last ray of the sun left, rushing past Sungchan as you burst into the garden.

"What do you think you're doing?" he called out as you collapsed onto your knees, your hands balling into fists filled with the ashes of the twins.

They killed your parents, and you had to watch them die in the comfort of the mansion.

Your entire life's purpose, now tumbled between your fingers as you let the ashes go and coat your body. Your tears of anger were dripping and clumping onto the pile of ashes, filling you with even more rage. Who knows how many people they killed? How many other people whose lives were completely destroyed?

"C'mon," Sungchan's voice was so soft as he scooped your angry, ash and tear stained body into his arms,"cancel my meetings for the evening."

You ignored the servants responses, burying your face in the collar of Sungchan's shirt as you sobbed. You gripped his shirt between your fists, angry hot tears still racking your body as you continued to sob.

On the hardest days when you were a hunter, finding the twins was the motivation you had to press onward, train harder, and survive. Irene, Seulgi... they all knew this, and they used it like a carrot to hang over your head and keep you working.

You felt pathetic. Hollow. Empty. Just a shell that Sungchan would be able to parade and keep as long as he'd like to.

Your eyes were screwed shut as you heard water start rushing. You hadn't even noticed that Sungchan had brought you into the mansion, let alone where you were now.

Trembling, you opened your eyes and looked around.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

You hadn't ever used the bathing room. You and Sungchan had a bathroom in the room you slept in, but the bathing room was a space he had encouraged you numerous times to use. It was a massive room with marble tiles and an in ground pool that now had numerous faucets quickly filling it up with bathwater and soaps. It was obnoxious in its size, and was by all accounts unnecessary.

You didn't put up a fight as Sungchan sat you down on the cold tile and slowly peeled your clothes off of you. He deftly unhooked your bra, his finger tips grazing the sensitive flesh of your breasts as he took the bra off. You were left now in your panties, feet kissing the edge of the bath as it slowly filled. The soft smell of lilies enveloped your senses as the bubbles foamed evenly across the large bath, and Sungchan moved to stop the faucet.

Now, without the rushing water as noise, you sat in silence as Sungchan then stood up fully. Looking at him from where you sat on the ground, you felt so small. He truly dominated you in every way.

You looked up without shame, watching as he stripped down. He slipped out of his underwear last, springing himself free and showing that his member was already at full attention.

"Do you need help getting out of these too?" he crouched next to you, his breath fanning against your cheek as his fingers snapped the waistband of your panties. You didn't respond, just instead wiggling slightly and slipping them off yourself, tossing them into the pile of clothes Sungchan had composed in the corner.

Sungchan climbed into the water first before extending his hand to you. You met his eyes. You sniffled and wiped the tears from your cheeks before taking his hand and following his lead.

The water was warm, and you shivered as the warmth spread to your bones.

"Here," Sungchan's cold hands felt even more like ice as he guided you to a spot to sit in while in the water, "let's get you cleaned up."

You kept your eyes looking down, watching as the ashes slowly washed off your body and towards the edges of the pool. Sungchan's hands gently cleaned you off, finishing with him softly wiping off the tears and ashes from your face. He was so focused, his eyebrows furrowed as he diligently worked to clean you off.

He was so attractive. He was so attentive.

Without much thought, you lifted your hand out of the water and placed it onto his chest. He blinked quickly, surprised to see you initiate any contact with him.

You felt sad as you remembered that his heart was no longer beating. Your hand glided higher until settling on his neck, your eyes meeting his.

"Sungchan?"

"My love?" he took your hand and moved it to hold his cheek, closing his eyes for a moment to relish in the crumb of affection you were offering him.

"I want you to bite me."

His eyes snapped open. Your face was moving as he scanned you for any reaction.

You had nothing else to live for, and you figured, at this point, you might as well allow yourself to be consumed by this final sin.

Without a word, Sungchan's lips crashed into yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, forcing the cold of his chest to press against your breasts. His hands wandered down your body, parting your legs easily as he slotted himself between them.

He broke from the kiss, your foreheads leaning against each other.

"I need you to be fully ready for this," he whispered, pressing one small kiss against your lips before lowering his head and slipping from your arms. He submerged himself under the water, and you were slightly puzzled until you felt his cold arms hook themselves around your thighs.

Vampires don't need to breathe.

Your throat hitch as you felt his cold lips pepper kisses along your belly, lowering himself to leave more lingering kisses along your inner thighs. Your brain was tearing itself apart as you allowed yourself to be pliable to Sungchan's whims.

He was evil, and stood for everything you hated.

He set one gentle kiss along your core and you sighed, your brain silent for a moment.

Maybe he was your soulmate. Someone meant to torture you for all eternity.

You tossed your head back, eyes screwing shut as he licked a stripe against your clit before staring to work it fully. His tongue swirled at a pace he knew would drive you crazy, and the feeling of the hot bath water with his cold tongue was driving you towards an easy finish.

"Fuck," you moaned, slipping your hands underwater to tangle them into Sungchan's hair.

You felt his grip on your thighs tighten as he eagerly trusted you harder against his face, increasing the pressure until your back was arching and you were crying out his name. You were moaning loud enough for it to echo in the bath room, and you knew that everyone had to be hearing you be once again fucked into oblivion by Sungchan. You came quickly, your vision going out as your body shuddered and trembled with pleasure.

He released himself from between your legs, playfully biting your inner thigh (not enough to draw blood) before resurfacing. You crashed your lips into his as soon as you could, tasting yourself as you teased his mouth open and slipped your tongue inside. His hands wandered, squeezing your sides, your hips, and then settled on a squeeze of your ass before breaking the two of you apart.

"When I bite you, there won't be any turning back," he was practically purring now. He turned you around, helping guide you until you were bent over the ledge of the bathing pool, your chest against the cold tile and your ass up for him with your legs still submerged.

His hands were drawing lazy circles on your thighs, and you felt your heart racing. He was right.

"Are you ready to be all mine?" he asked, his hands trailed upwards from your thighs to grip your ass. You gasped as you felt him ease himself into you, taking his time to fully stretch you out around his girth. His size was significantly bigger than you were used to, and you were clawing at the tile and arching your back as you adjusted to him. No matter how often you had fucked, you always needed a moment to adjust.

"Haven't I always been all yours?" you spat back through gritted teeth. Whether you liked it or not, Sungchan was always going to be the one to have you in the end.

You felt him everywhere on your body- his hands roaming up your spine, his cock stretching you out, his lips kissing your neck and ear.

"Good girl," he hummed, "you're finally getting it."

His thrusts started slowly, your back arching as the pleasure began to spread through your whole body. He kissed your neck gently again, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

"Ask me again," his voice was rough suddenly, his hips suddenly snapping against your ass as his thrusts began to pick up the pace. You yelped, shocked by the sudden roughness he was taking with you. One arm was snaked around your waist to keep you in place, and used his other hand to sharply yank at your hair.

"Fuck!" you shouted, the sting from his pulling at your scalp and the way he was abusing your cunt caused tears to start spilling from your eyes.

"Ask. Me. Again," Sungchan yanked harder with each word. Between the sheer ecstasy your body was in combined with the pain of being jerked around, you were in a complete disarray.

"S-S-Sungie," the old nickname sputtered out from between your lips, "please bite me."

You felt him shudder behind you, his thrusts now becoming more erratic. His nose rushed fully along your neck before you felt his tongue. He took a long drag against your neck, both of you moaning loudly as he began nibbling on the flesh where your neck meets your ear.

"I'm gonna finish inside of you," he huffed, and despite the small voice inside of you that was disgusted by this idea, your body clenched tighter around his cock, "and then, I'll bite you. You'll be all mine. Inside and out."

His arm that was initially wrapped around your waist dipped until his finger began toying with your already swollen clit. You cried out, your head still locked in the same position due to Sungchan's unwavering grip on your hair. You came around him, clenching tightly enough around him that he came, filling you until your cunt was leaking a mix of your fluids.

"Fuck, you're my perfect little doll," he whispered as he pulled out. He let go of your hair and gently caressed your cheek. Your eyes were shutting, your body twitching as you still reeled from the aftershocks of the orgasms he had bullied out of you.

He turned you onto your back and crashed his lips against yours. You hardly moved, still exhausted, but that didn't bug him as he sucked on your bottom lip, even swirling his tongue against yours.

Your eyes cracked open, peering at the site above you as Sungchan moved himself to hover over you. You hated him.

He was beyond beautiful. A work of art that was obsessed with you.

He bared his fangs fully. With the small bit of energy you had, you sat up and grabbed his face with one hand. He raised an eyebrow, but allowed you to inch your tongue out and lap gently as his fangs. Sungchan shuddered, his eyes rolling back as you again ran your tongue against a fangs, enough to draw a small drop of blood.

Sungchan tugged at your hair, pulling you away from his fangs and back onto the floor.

"Tease," he scowled. You smiled cheekily, a mix of tears and now a small streak of blood now slipping out from between your lips from your pierced tongue. He lifted his hand and swiped his thumb across your chin to pick up some of the blood. He slipped it between his lips and moaned once your blood made contact with his tastebuds.

"Sungie," you cried, grabbing at his arms in a futile attempt to bring him down, "please."

Sungchan chuckled, his thumb puling out from his mouth with a pop.

"I love it when you call me that," he muttered, his nose nuzzling against your neck now, "I love you."

You didn't respond, your body too excited and anxious to process how fucked this all was.

And then, it happened. His fangs sliced against your flesh and sent pangs of pain throughout your entire body. Your back arched, tears once again pricking your vision until something inside you stirred.

The pain subsided and pleasure seeped through your skin, your veins, to your very bones. Your entire body writhed, your loud moans bouncing against the tiles and the walls and likely filling the whole house. No singular orgasm compared to this feeling- a feeling only Sungchan could give you. Your heart pounded in your ears as your vision went white, your thoughts only focused on the euphoria Sungchan's fangs were able to deliver to you. It was magic, pleasure ten fold coursing through your whole body--.

Then, it stopped.

You were gasping for air, your eyes wide as you shifted your eyes to Sungchan whose face was coated in blood, your blood. He was lapping at the leftover crimson, his fingers moving to swipe at the excess around his mouth and to coat his tongue in it.

"S-Sungie. M-More," you croaked out, your body so exhausted you could hardly even lift a finger to Sungchan, but still needed that feeling again.

"Greedy," he shook his head. Your eyes closed against your will, the fatigue of it all finally crashing over you.

Sungchan. He was all that would be filling your mind and body from this point forward.

Permatag! @nini0620

You were going to get fired.

You felt it in your bones. Your leg wouldn’t stop fidgeting as you sat in Irene’s office, the crest of the organization looming over you making you feel small. 

Irene walked in, her face cold as stone as she threw a file in front of you before she sat on her chair, “this is your new job.”

You blinked, “what?”

“Initially, I was going to give it to Seulgi and put you on probation-.”

“I killed the vampire cleanly and quickly-.”

“And in front of another human,” Irene cut you off before pinching the bridge of her nose, “look. An insider told us that  you would work best for this job, and,” she sighed before opening the manilla folder, “I think they’re right. The puppeteer has been missing for months after we had finally devised a plan to take the motherfucker out.”

You squinted as you looked over the carefully collected information before you asked, “how much time do I have?”

“Not a lot, so hurry up.” -----------

The library was warm and inviting. It was a small public library that matched the small town it was nestled in. Even when agents were sent weeks ago, they all agreed- it was entirely unremarkable, which made him an even stranger anomaly. The town itself was often forgotten on maps and glossed over, but as you entered the library, you were in awe of the coziness. 

It was almost too easy to find out everything about him. Graduated from community college in library sciences. No one had a single mean thing to say about him besides that he was awfully quiet in high school. Apparently he hadn’t been in a long term relationship in years either. Your angle had written itself to ensnare him without much help from anyone else in the organization.

You sauntered in slowly, your heels muffled by the dusty carpet as you approached the center table where he sat. You had on a dress that hugged your body perfectly that stopped at your calves, your dark sunglasses, and your freshly done hair topped with a silk bandana.

You found it difficult to hold back your laughter as he locked eyes with you. He was processing a few returned books when he dropped his stamp to fully stare at you. You gave yourself permission to smirk once you made it to the desk, leaning against it to allow him to take full stock of you. His big brown eyes were scanning over every part of you, and by the tremble of his jaw you could tell he was fully trying to hold himself back.

"Hi sir, could you help me out?" your voice was low, and you watched as his dropped jaw slowly lifted. He blinked quickly, looking between your chest and lips before he cleared his throat and looked away, his ears now an embarrassing shade of red. The council had perfectly planned every minute detail down to the final strand of hair, and he was reacting even more deliciously than anticipated. 

It was almost too easy how much he was falling like putty in your hands.

"O-Of... of course! How can I help, miss?"

You removed your sunglasses and placed your hand on his chest where his name tag sat.

"Well... Sungchan," you smiled, tracing your fingers over his name before placing them back to your side, "I'm currently working on a project for a research course."

You began spouting off on a topic you knew Sungchan was absolutely fascinated by. The Vampire Hunter Council had done extensive research on the half-human bastard off-spring of the missing high profile leader of the Vampires. The puppeteer’s son’s eyes were still rounded, hanging onto every word coming out from between your glossy lips as you spoke.

After you finished, there was a pause, and then, "you're perfect."

"I'm sorry?" you pretended to not hear his mutter as you batted your eyelashes at him. He was half-vampire, but as far as you could tell either his vampiric side was fully dormant or barely did much- there were no reports of missing humans in the area, didn’t seem to have his father’s gifts, he was not nocturnal, and didn't bare any fangs.

You almost felt bad about having to kill him.

Even if Sungchan didn't know his monster of a father, it was still an absolute shame to vampires to have your offspring be murdered, and you planned to bring Sungchan's head to the feet of the Puppeteer. At least, that’s the plan. You’ll have to lob Sungchan’s head off after using him as bait to bring the puppeteer out from hiding. 

Sungchan had led you to the back of the library, his large hands holding several books and tapes for you.

“You seem to know a lot… are you busy later? I would love to pick your brain,” You were nearly purring, your hands squeezing his forearm. Cold. Not as cold as other vampires you’ve suckered into thinking you’re weak before killing them, but still colder than an average human. Was this the only way his vampiric side showed?

“No! I mean… I’m not I…” Sungchan was sputtering out now, his free hand pushing up his glasses.  “I- I would love to help you.”

“Hm… are those prescriptions?” You asked, your fingers moving to tap the bridge of his glasses and watch his breathing hitch. Vampires typically had enhanced vision, and while he was only half-human, none of his medical records showed that he had any possible visual impairments.

“N-no they’re for the uh… blue light…” he muttered, clearly flustered. After he led you back to the front desk he began typing away at the computer before nervously looking back up. "Do you have your library card?"

Before you left the vampire hunters council headquarters, you were given every bit of fake identification you would need and this indeed included a library card.

"I... I've never seen you around here before," he was clearly racking his head to remember you as he continued the check out process. He had read off your name, and you watched him whisper it to himself to commit it to memory.

"I got it somewhere else in the county," you fibbed, "so. I'll see you at the diner at 9?"

"Y-yes, absolutely."

_______________

You arrived at 9:12pm.

Sungchan sat in the corner in a small red booth with a bouquet of flowers, twiddling his thumbs upon your entrance. There were only three other patrons at the small diner, all at the counter with their backs to you as they stared up at the old television set playing a hockey game.

According to your research, Sungchan had gone on a few dates with a few people he went to the local high school with- so between his bashfulness, innocence, and likely exhaustion with his small dating pool, his eagerness to see you made sense. It was also something you and the rest of the vampire hunters council were banking on. You needed him to be obsessed with you- to post you online, for everyone in town to see you with the librarian, and allow this information to trickle up to his father. You were a top level hunter and were well hated enough by Vampires that this would not be overlooked- especially not by the Puppeteer.

"You look so handsome," you complimented, sitting across from the nervous young man. You were late on purpose- aiming to put him more on edge. You were in a tight mini dress and a pair of combat boots. A combination in your daily life you wouldn’t normally pick, but from his internet history seemed to be outfit pieces he really loved on women.

“Th-Thank you,” he then shoved the bouquet towards you, “these are for you.”

“Roses,” you hummed, staring down at the perfectly red petals, “you’re so sweet, thank you.”

“Um s-so roses are a great way to convey joy, friendship… passion,” he scratched the back of his neck bashfully. “They’re beautiful and uh… reminded me of you.”

“Roses are my favorite… are you a mind reader Sungchan?” you playfully reached across the table and tapped his shoulder. Lying was easier when you got to mix in the truth. Roses were your favorite, but they were also a part of the crest of the Vampiric Hunters for their scent is supposed to keep vampires at bay.

It seemed to also be another way that Sungchan’s vampiric side didn’t bare its teeth.

Sungchan was sickly sweet. As the weeks passed, each time you would go on a date he would bring either flowers, a book regarding your paper, or a poem he had written for you.

You were inside the motel you were crashing at, recounting this to the president of the hunters.

“Has anyone heard from the puppeteer?” you asked. A part of you was starting to genuinely feel guilty- Sungchan was so human. He ate human food, lounged in the sun, and even seemed to have a heartbeat.

You had considered that his vampiric powers had simply never awoken, and that they never would. This was highly uncommon in vampire hybrids, but genetics were fickle, so Sungchan wouldn’t be an exception if he really just seemed fully human despite having a vampire dad.

“No, but it seems like he’s still giving orders through his lackeys. There was even a small scourge of his puppets tearing up a small town,” Irene recounted, “Remember to keep him sweet on you.”

“Did I not read to you this latest poem? The last stanza was talking about how he wants to fuck me and keep me with him forever.”

“Wow, that’s a little creepy… and maybe sweet?”

“His face was all red when I teased him about it.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t fucked him yet.”

“I have to kill him, Irene.”

“That has never stopped you before,” she noted. Irene was right of course. Vampires tended to be overly sexual creatures, so seducing them often led to placing them in more vulnerable positions that could allow you to take advantage of them. 

“Fair,” you muttered, glancing out the window to see the same person who walks their dog at this time every night passing the street across the motel. This town was sleepy and boring, but it was almost odd how scheduled everyone was. No car accidents ever, the same groupings of people throughout town all in the same places. Static.

After you hung up with Irene, you moved across the room to the stack of books you checked out from the library all those weeks ago. They were due soon, and you were planning to swing by the library to drop them off with Sungchan while also sweet talking him with stupid facts you had picked up.

You flitted through the last book you hadn’t opened yet and paused. Crammed in between a few pages was a tightly folded note. Curious, you unraveled it. In extremely messy handwriting and covering the entire sheet was one sentence.

Write forever until I die. Write forever until I die. Write forever until I die.

You squinted and scoffed. Likely it was a kid in detention that was assigned to write out whatever was on the board and instead did this as a weird joke. Without much thought you tossed it into the trash.

Still. You had a shiver run down your spine. Wrapping yourself up in a coat, and grabbing the ice bucket you stepped out of your room. Maybe a walk around the motel would make you feel better about having to kill the kid who didn’t ask to be born. 

The ice machine sat in the lobby and was usually only manned by the same two people who would hardly look up from their books. You filled it up and looked back over to see the young man again reading Slaughter-house five.

“Yknow, Vonnegut has written other books,” you joked. The young man flinched, his grip tightening on the book to a point that his knuckles were white. Yet, he didn’t speak or react in any other way. You frowned, and returned to your room.

“Do you like the stars?” Sungchan had asked the following night as you helped him close up at the library. 

“Hm, they are pretty, yes,” you hummed, sitting on the edge of the desk. Just like the other nights you had helped Sungchan, the same patrons who seemed to be there every night, left at the same time in the same fashion, all with the same smile and wave to the librarian as they exited.

“I… Do you wanna go into my truck and look at them?” he asked, and you noted he was avoiding your gaze as the red tint on his ears shone.

“I’m a lady, Sungchan,” you pouted, watching as he seemed to jump, “I hope you’re not… expecting anything.”

He was so easy to fluster. It wasn’t even just to keep him obsessed with you at this point- it was because you found it downright exciting. He was so cute as he jumped up from his seat.

“I would never expect anything from you that you don’t want.”

Sungchan was soft and sweet. Your job as a hunter didn’t allow for much dating outside of your profession, and most other hunters were too preoccupied to give romance much attention. Every minute you spent with Sungchan gave you the delusion that you could leave the life of being a hunter and runaway together. You could protect him, and be happy. But then, you were reminded of the oath you gave, your few friendships, and the fact that you have been lying to Sungchan, and you’re brought back down to earth.

You laid on the trunk bed with Sungchan. He drove out a few miles to empty farmland and covered the trunk bed in pillows and blankets. The stars shone bright in the sky, and you looked up to see Sungchan staring up with a smile on his face. He was beautiful with stars reflecting themselves in his eyes.

“My Mom used to take me out here all the time,” he started, his voice a whisper. “I would get bullied a lot in school, so on the weekends when all of the other kids would hang out, my mom would bring me out here and tell me stories.”

“I’m sorry kids were so cruel to you,” you were sincere, squeezing his arm as you laid on his chest, “do… you have any favorite stories? I’d love to hear them.”

“It’s okay- I got to be the bigger person in the end,” you swear you could hear a smirk, but you were too comfortable to check, “but stories… well. She would always tell me this one story whenever I was really down.”

He cleared his throat, kissed the top of your head, and started working from his memory, “there was once a sickly, meek child. He had a hard time gathering his breath, and struggled to keep up with other kids his age. Running was especially a challenge, and his legs would often give out as his peers would run off, laughing at him. He was clumsy, and his limbs were so stiff and wooden. He began to be known as the puppet because of this. Between the torture of the other children, and the torture of his own body, the boy fell deathly ill. The local doctor told the boy’s mother that her son only had a few hours left at best- but, if she gave her own life, her son could live forever.”

Sungchan paused, and you could hear him swallow thickly before continuing, “the mother begged for there to be another way. It was just her and her boy- while her son could live forever, how was he going to grow fully into a capable young man without a guiding hand? The doctor assured the mother though, that the son wouldn’t be alone. He will create a new family of his own one day.”

“And so, the boy was not only given the gift of eternal life, but also another, even more special gift,” he hummed a bit then, “can you take a guess?”

There was a chill that raced down your spine. You sat your chin on his chest, meeting his eyes. You absolutely could take a guess- a real guess, but you decided to continue playing dumb, “hmmm, flying? So he could fly far away from the bullies?”

Sungchan chuckled before he kissed the tip of your nose, “no, but that’s a great guess. The boy was able to control the minds of those bullies, so they could never be cruel to anyone ever again.”

“The puppet became the puppeteer,” you froze, unable to stop yourself. His mother presented this story, and Sungchan had it fully memorized without realizing that the puppeteer was his own father.

“Yeah,” Sungchan was quiet before he met your gaze. “I know you won’t be here forever, but I wish you could stay. I want to know everything about you. Did your parents tell you stories at night?”

“My parents died when I was very young,” you confessed, “they were killed in a home invasion.”

This was partially the truth. Your parents were killed in a home invasion of a pair of twin vampires who slaughtered them mercilessly. You were in the room next door when it happened, hiding under the bed until it was over. The hunters arrived hours later, and you were then adopted into their ranks.

“I’m… I’m so sorry. That’s not fair,” he squeezed you closely and you shrugged.

“Can’t change the past,” you shrugged, forcing a smile.

Despite your own hesitations, you gave in to Sungchan’s begging, and stayed the night at his place. You couldn’t sleep though, and after you were sure he was knocked out, you stepped outside to the back of the apartment complex to call your closest friend.

“Seulgi… he’s a human,” you whisper cried. The back of Sungchan’s apartment complex held a small forest, and seemed to absorb any bit of light the complex offered.

“And you’re sure he’s not manipulating you?”

“You know I can always spot that shit. Remember the orphanage?”

“Vampires turning young children into vampires so they could more easily kidnap humans… you spotted it faster than Irene did,” Seulgi conceited. There was a rustle in the trees and you froze. Your small wooden stake was always hidden somewhere on your person, this time in the lining of your jacket.

“It’s your job, though. Think of the lives you’ll save by bringing the puppeteer out of the shadows.”

“I’ve gotta go,” you hung up, shoving your phone back into your pocket and sliding out the stake. The forest was quiet, and for a moment you thought you imagined it.

Then, a hand holding a clean white napkin appeared before the rest of their body followed.

“I’m not here to attack, just have a chat,” Yuta had a mischievous grin as he skipped out from the forest and towards you. Yuta was a five hundred year old vampire who had climbed the Royal ranks due to his ability to game information. He was never a liar, but just someone who knew how to use knowledge to his advantage.

“You miss me?” You taunted, arms crossed.

“Of course,” he simpered, now fully in your view as the lighting coated him. He was inhumanely handsome, which was to be expected. “However, that’s not why I’m here.”

“And why are you here? Yknow, most people drive past this tiny little town and yet…” you let your voice trail off, an eyebrow raised as you studied his features. 

“I’m one of the few people that know about Sungchan, the puppeteer has kept his half-human son under wraps for a while. How did the hunters find him?” 

“Ah, so you want information from me?” You chuckled at his nerve.

“Hm, I think we can exchange actually,” he raised his eyebrow, and your eyes widened instinctually. Now this was very appealing. “You see, I pop in every few months to see how the young man is doing. Check him out from a far. Then, I write out a report, and give it to his dear old daddy.”

“Why would you tell me where he is?” 

“Hm, perhaps I have my own ulterior motives for leading a top hunter directly to him,” Yuta then took out an envelope from his shirt pocket. “Tell me our leak, and I’ll tell you what you want.”

“It wasn’t a leak,” you rolled your eyes, “Sungchan did one of those family ancestry online dna things. We utilized it see if there was any human-vampire matches… he just popped up one day.”

“God, is there no such thing as data privacy anymore?” Yuta sucked his fangs before extending the envelope towards you. “I hope you are prepared to face the true wrath of the puppeteer.”

You slid back upstairs after a short while, the envelope tucked into your jacket.

——-

Yuta was a fucking liar. The address made no sense- it was clearly just Sungchan’s apartment. You wanted to rip your hair out- how could you be so stupid?

While Sungchan was at work you looked through every crevice of his place, and the only off putting thing you could find was his high school yearbook. God, the kids were so cruel to him. Sungchan couldn’t hurt a damn fly now as a fully grown man, let alone defend himself against the relentless bullies he faced.

You were hitting a dead end. No other vampires had made their way to the town since Yuta a month ago, Sungchan had completely become infatuated with you, and you were becoming too close to the half-breed. 

One night, after he returned from work, you bought a bottle of wine. You had hoped potentially getting him a little drunk could coax any memory of his father out. He had spoken at length about how great his mother was, but shrugged off any prodding you made about his dad. It didn’t help that Irene was breathing down your neck, and Seulgi was struggling to keep her at bay.

“It’s not too strong, is it? I’m not good with alcohol,” He giggled as he helped you uncork the bottle.

“It’s not strong,” you lied as he took out two untouched wine glasses from the cabinet.

“Oh, can you grab me my phone? I left it in the bathroom,” he smiled. Without a second thought, you maneuvered to the bathroom to take it off the counter. While you still on occasion stayed at the motel, Sungchan was incredibly needy. And since your job was to keep him interested in you, you felt inclined to bend to his will, especially when he didn’t care about anything else you did. You still hadn’t even slept with him yet, much to Seulgi’s and your own surprise.

No messages on Sungchan’s phone, or calls, as per usual. You knew he didn’t have a ton of friends or anything, but it was still… weird. No one else in town spoke to you unless it was more than a word and you initiated it. Everything here had felt fake, but without any real reason to be suspicious, you couldn’t really share your concerns. A town full of people, and yet it still felt empty to you.

Seulgi was busy keeping Irene from slashing your throat, so your own phone has been dull as of late. Maybe Sungchan just sincerely didn’t use his phone, ever, unless it was to speak to you.

“Here, Sungie,” you placed it on the counter, and took the drink he handed off to you. You took a large sip and frowned slightly to yourself.

“Everything okay?” He tilted his head, his beautiful brown eyes filled with concern.

“No I guess I just left the wine under the sun for too long,” you reason, taking another sip. It was a little funky, as if the wine had soured.

“Ah, maybe. All wine tastes the same to me,” he took a sip of his own, and you noticed the small dimple that formed and disappeared.

“What are you ssssmiling about?” You asked. Your words came out more slurred than you’d like. You were a strong drinker, but you also haven’t been drinking as much lately. Maybe that’s why the wine was hitting you faster than usual?

Sungchan leaned a little closer, his hand holding your chin up, “how long were you planning to lie to me?”

Your eyelids were heavy, and you leaned your head fully on his hand as you slowly processed what he said, “I… haven’t -.”

“You thought that I wouldn’t notice a pair of hunters in my town following me around?” He squeezed your chin and you yelped in surprise. You were fighting your body now, trying to stay awake despite whatever he put in your drink. “I’ve been waiting for you… for so long. I’ve planned it all and yet… you still won’t be honest with me. That’s okay though. I’ll forgive you.”

————-

You don’t remember meeting Sungchan, but he remembered you.

Years ago, Sungchan had done a solo trip to the big city, and wanted to test his world. Everyone did what he said at all times- how far could he push this gift?

“That’ll be $4.26 for your coffee, sir.”

“This coffee is free for me,” Sungchan hummed. He didn’t ever have to do extra work to make this gift pop in- whatever his wish was, as long as it was physically possible, was his command. 

“Yes, your coffee is free,” the man nodded as Sungchan walked off. 

This is how Sungchan lived life. He had gotten the entire shit town he lived in to follow his every whim. The world was his giant dollhouse. 

Until you shattered it.

Sungchan was able to control the folks working the front desk at the nicest hotel he could find. He was set up in the best possible suite, and sat one night at their rooftop lounge that overlooked the concrete city.

“It’s a great view,” a voice above the chatter of other guests caught his attention. You wore a simple dark t shirt and dark pants, and spared him a smile as you leaned against the railing with him.

“Yeah,” was all Sungchan offered. It was difficult to force himself to engage in conversations anymore, but you were pretty enough that he didn’t feel like shooing you away.

“What brings you here?” You asked, your gaze still set on the city below.

“Hm, I’m on a journey of self-discovery. You?”

“I’m here for work,” you replied. Sungchan looked at you again. Your voice was nice, you were attractive, and he didn’t have other plans.

“Come to my room with me,” he spoke, moving off the railing. Instead of your eyes losing their sparkle and glazing over, though, you stayed just as you were.

Instead, you burst out laughing.

“You’re funny,” you chuckled, unmoving. He froze. Maybe he didn’t say it loud enough.

“Come-.”

“You wish. Maybe buy me a drink next time,” you gently shoved his arm, and then disappeared out of the lounge.

Sungchan was frozen, his eyes not moving from where you once stood next to him. After what felt like hours, he rushed downstairs to the concierge and got your information.

You were made for Sungchan, you had to be. Why else would the universe deliver him the exciting puzzle that was you? A vampire hunter since childhood was now the only being Sungchan, a half-vampire, couldn’t control. It was fate. To him, you were star crossed lovers, destined for one another despite the complications.

Sungchan had discovered his parentage early in life. He was able to easily get his mother to tell him the truth about his father since she, like everyone else, was susceptible to their gifts. 

So, his next steps to get you trapped, were set.

Sungchan had been using the town he lived in as a dollhouse for years beforehand. He loved testing the limits of his abilities, and had hoped that it would one day awaken his proper vampiric powers. In the meantime, though, he would use the citizens to cultivate a proper image for the hunters to happen upon.

Having every town member edit their social medias. Perfectly crafting and tailoring his existence to seem like a shy, bullied child. Make sure every person in town, if ever approached, all know exactly what to say. All that was left was to get a few vampires that knew their way around the hunters so Sungchan could fully execute his plan.

———-

You were awake, but kept your eyes shut.

It was a technique learned early in your hunter training, but one you didn’t ever use. You didn’t lose the upper hand often enough to be foolishly knocked out.

And, yet, you failed.

“Your breathing is uneven and your heart rate spiked,” his voice sent a chill down your spine.

You cracked open your eyes. You were laid on a plush mattress, and Sungchan sat at the corner of the bed, his eyes unmoving from you. 

You wanted to die. Sungchan’s big, beautiful brown eyes that you had become prey for, were gone and replaced with your worst fear. Ruby red eyes, and they were fixed on you.

“You awakened me,” he cooed, crawling towards where you laid. Your eyes searched the space frantically for anything to defend yourself with. Your wrists were bound by rope, and you had been stripped down and changed into a completely different outfit without any of your hidden weapons. The bed you sat on was on top of a metal bed frame, and the wooden nightstands didn’t offer a quick change into a stake. You sat there, like a piece of fresh meat as he now hovered over you. “I want to show you something.”

Sungchan tossed you over his shoulder like you were nothing, taunting you with his newly found vampiric strength. You were reeling.

“You were out cold for three days. I didn’t think what I added to the wine would do that much,” he chuckled as he carried you past beautiful marble flooring and down a few sets of staircases. You were trying to create a mental map, but he was going too fast for you to get much down. “I’m so happy you’re finally here so I can show you your gift.”

Like you were a child, Sungchan placed you on your feet and turned you around. You gagged, staring at the horrific site in front of you. It had to have been months judging by the level of decay, and this matched up with your previous information.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” Sungchan snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you tightly to him, “the old, fake puppeteer is dead. Now, the hunters don’t need you to pull him out of the shadows.”

“Y-You’re the puppeteer now,” you choked out, squeezing your eyes shut. Yuta wasn’t being a dick- he was helping you.

“I had to throw the hunters off our scent-.”

“There is no- Sungchan what the fuck?” you broke from his grasp, terrified and searching the basement area for anything you could use to kill the monster in front of you. “You… you were a human-.”

“And bringing you to your new home awakened me fully!” he was so joyful as he said this, the dread consuming you.

“I was only with you so I could bring,” you glanced at the horrible sight of his slain father, “him down. I was going to kill you.”

“You don’t get it,” he whispered. He looked away, and for a moment you swore his dead eyes were going to shed tears before he met your gaze with a dead glare. “I have planned everything so I could have you. I stole my father’s empire, I had the head of the hunters controlled into giving you this fake assignment…”

As he paused, you decided to make a run towards the basement stairs. You were desperate, and that desperation had made you stupid. Sungchan caught you within an instant, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other squeezing your wrist with an iron grip.

“I didn’t want it to come down to this,” he pouted, “that friend of yours… I have it set that if you escape from me, she’ll burn down the hunters headquarters with herself inside.”

“Seulgi?” you whispered, eyes wide with terror.

“Don’t you get it, though? We are meant to be!” he was smiling as if he did not threaten your livelihood. “Ever since that day in the hotel when you told me no! You’re the only person in the world who did- and you’re a hunter! You are the Juliet to my Romeo!”

“They both die at the end you fucking idiot,” you replied through gritted teeth. 

He let go of your wrist, and instead gripped under your chin with his cold hand, “we’re going to have to work on how you speak to me my love.”

Then, you remembered him. The encounter was so brief and so small to you, and yet, it seemed to be absolutely defining for Sungchan to a point that you became his whole focus. Now, your knees trembled as your fate settled. 

You set your gaze down, submitting as he let go of your chin.

“See? This is good. I have your favorite foods, and everything you could ever need here,” he squeezed you to his chest, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to cry. “I know you hate cooking, so I have a team of chefs here just for you.”

“Not of their own will,” you bit, and you felt his grip on you tighten before he forced out a hearty laugh.

“These people are all dolls. Now that I’ve taken over my father’s empire…” his voice trailed off. “Nothing in this world matters except for us.”

_______

You snuck onto the rooftop one night. Sungchan had fallen asleep next to you, and you had managed to slip out. Despite the chill in the air, it was not nearly as cold as when you would be forced to be by his side. Before his vampiric powers awakened, he was still slightly colder, but now it was like being next to dry ice.

You needed to breathe.

You missed Seulgi. You hated seeing the glazed over eyes of the people Sungchan took from god knows where. You hated having to be around the monster of a man. 

You hated yourself, especially, for feeling so weak and succumbing to him.

You stared down at the plethora of bites lining your arms, and lifted a hand to touch the ones on your neck that were still fresh. You couldn’t even bring yourself to poke at the ones that lined your upper thighs. You choked back a sob, the wind of the night air rustling through your hair as you stared at the fresh blood Sungchan had managed to leave behind after feeding from you. 

You had let a monster inside of you, and the worst part was that you liked it. Sungchan was very clear about the fact that he had been studying you- everything about you. How you took your tea, how you liked to sleep curled up in a ball, and how to properly pleasure you. He had been studying you for years- knowing exactly how you seduced other vampires and how you would get yourself off. It was already an unfair advantage. This, coupled with the fact that being bitten by a vampire has the same effect on your brain as an orgasm, you were pretty much subdued physically as often as possible by him. And it felt fucking incredible- addictive, even. You hated yourself for being so weak. Weak to a point that you’d be begging for him to fuck you, just like he dreamed you would. Just like he hoped, you’d become his little doll. The shame was becoming unbearable.

You stared out at the surrounding area. In the darkness, all you could tell was that there was no city at all nearby, the light pollution nonexistent as you were able to see all the stars clearly. You were previously able to piece together that this residence used to be Sungchan’s father’s, but he had decided this was best for you. Maybe he was right, in a way. You felt like you were meant to die the night your parents did, so being here with Sungchan was a way to repair that broken strand of fate.

You heard footsteps and turned towards the door. It was one of the housekeepers Sungchan had around the property.

“Hello,” you stared blankly. This woman, like every other servant in the manor was instructed to not speak to you under any circumstances. She smiled awkwardly and within the blink of an eye, was in front of you. 

Instinctually, you went to the pocket of your jacket for your stake. Of course, though, there was nothing. You were unarmed, and physically at your weakest.

She knocked you down to your back, and began dragging you by your hair towards the edge of the roof. The height was only a few stories so it wouldn’t be enough to kill you, but certainly hurt you enough to make killing you quicker for her.

You were clawing at her hands, tears streaming down your cheeks as you fought for your life. You hadn’t made it this far with Sungchan only to be killed by someone else.

She shoved your head over the edge as a wicked grin formed on her face. You sent a swift kick to the back of her knees, causing her to let go of your hair. You stood up and ran towards the door only to then see Sungchan standing there, eyes bright red in anger. 

The woman let out a yelp of fear before you heard a sickening crunch. Sungchan had, without a drop of hesitation, lobbed the head off the vampire and was holding her by her scalp.

“I’ll have another servant pick this up.” he tossed her head off the side of the manor as if it was a crumpled piece of paper. He wrapped you in an embrace, the blood of the woman that landed on his chest now coating you.

“I don’t have anything to protect myself with,” you replied. You were desperate. Maybe, you thought, you could use his obsession with you to get him to give you a stake under the guise of self-preservation. Shit, even some vervain would be useful.

“You’re right…” he whispered, letting go of your embrace and holding you at an arm's length. He brushed the hair stuck to your face away, as you were still sniffling. His hand lowered to the bite marks on your throat. “I’ll make it so that you’re as strong as me.”

As strong as me.

“Sungchan no-!” you were struggling as Sungchan held you with one hand gripping the back of your neck. In the dim moonlight, you watched as his fangs pierced his wrist and exposed his blood.

“No, please!” You had hit a new low, begging for your life.

“I need you safe… and I need you by my side forever,” his voice was melodic as he shoved his wrist into your mouth. You were struggling as he jammed it in as deeply as possible, but you refused to swallow. In your struggle, you two had collapsed onto the ground. He had you fully pinned down, and seemed to relish the fear and disgust in your eyes as is his other hand moved to pinch your nose.

“You know you want to,” he purred, his lips now next to your ear. You were running out of air and the tears and snot were running down your face as you vigorously tried to shake your head no. “I know you love the power you feel when I bite you. When you get to boss the servants around. You’re mine. And now…”

You gulped, your eyes wide in horror as realization set in. His blood flowed down your throat, an ambrosial taste of iron now flooding your tongue and throat.

“Now… you’ll be your whole self with me. Forever.”

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