#exo vampire au

[marshmallow-phd]

A Manor of Shadow and Blood

Genre: Regency Gothic AU

Pairing: EXO x Reader

Summary: A stormy night brought you to the manor in the middle of the woods. Nine strange men occupied its halls. They won’t let you leave. A dangerous secret haunts this estate. Learning it might either be your saving grace or it could lead to the last breath you ever take.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4

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Leaning against the faded brick of the manor inspecting his cuticles was the one you remembered as Baekhyun.

"You've hardly cared in the past," Jongdae said drily. He shifted so subtly and minutely that you would have missed it if you hadn't been looking at him, silently pleading for protection. And, for some reason, he'd given it to you. That small shift was enough for him to come between you and Baekhyuon. 

"We haven't had this kind of excitement for a while." Baekhyun leaned to his left so he could see you. "Enjoying the moonlight?"

"That seems to be a normal activity in this place,” you murmured. Jongdae sent a rather pointed look in your direction. The message was clear. Speaking was not wise. 

The left corner of Baekhyun's mouth curled upwards. "Mind if I join you?" 

"You don't have an errand to run?" Jongdae raised an expectant brow. 

A deep, rumbling chuckle slowly escaped from Baekhyun's lips. He leaned forward menacingly. "Already done." 

Jongdae released a sigh full of resignation. His gaze moved to you. If protest was to be given, then it had to come from you. But fear kept the two-letter word from passing your lips. 

Gathering your skirt in your hands, you said nothing as you passed both of the men and continued on your walk. They quickly fell into step on either side of you. No one spoke, letting the silence become the norm as you took in the manor from a new angle. But it was difficult to focus. 

On your right, you could feel Baekhyun's closeness. One inch separated an accidental brush of fingers. The flutter of his loose sleeve continuously caught your attention. A wind had picked up, moving the distracting fabric even more. Giving in to your peripheral, you watched Baekhyun as he stretched his neck from side to side, his grin now gone. The long lithe fingers of his right hand gently massaged the soft skin. 

"Are you injured?" 

The idiotic question was out before you could think it through. Jongdae, apparently done with the protector role, shook his head with a huff and roll of his eyes. Baekhyun's earlier demeanor returned in force. No longer walking, Baekhyun shifted his body and gradually leaned in. 

"Why? Do you want to... take care of me?" 

"No," you said sharply, trying to make your voice a cracking whip. It was the wrong approach. His grin grew and something flashed behind his lips. Your eyes refused to leave his own. He came closer. No matter how hard you willed it, your feet refused to move. 

"Baekhyun." 

At the soft, confident call of his name, Baekhyun backed away, a rather... grumpy expression on his face. 

Junmyeon approached the group with his usual authoritative air, hands clasped behind his back and hair somewhat tousled. "Will I have to keep an eye on all of you at all times?" he asked in a very exasperated voice. His gaze narrowed in on Baekhyun. "Don't you have an errand to run?" 

Baekhyun straightened, gleefully replying, "Already done." 

Junmyeon didn’t waver. "Go find another." 

Slackjawed, Baekhyun glanced at Jongdae for a possible retort. When he gave no protest, Baekhyun turned to you, as if you would protest his dismissal. Quite the contrary, you were thankful for it. 

Knowing he'd lost, Baekhyun whirled quickly on his boots before stomping away. 

"Jongdae," Junmyeon moved in closer. "I'd like to speak to her alone." 

Not caring for this sudden dismal towards him, Jongdae shrugged and held the bag of buns out for you.

"No, thank you,” you said bitterly. He was abandoning you to the most terrifying wolf. The food already in your stomach churned and threatened to come up again at the thought of being alone with Junmyeon. What would he do with no witnesses to intervene?

Your acidic response slid right off of Jongdae. Swinging the bag by his side, he walked away without a second thought for you.

"There's still some path around the house,” Junmyeon said, suddenly appearing by your side, his elbow offered out for you. When you didn't accept his elbow, he took possession of your hand and held it hostage in the crook of his arm.

You would be going with him whether you found it agreeable or not. 

"I want to apologize for keeping you here," he said rather cooly, as if he were apologetic about missing dinner.

You scoffed at the heartless comment. "The only true apology would be to let me go."

"That was my original intention." 

You stopped just before the turn around the corner. With the hold he had on your hand, Junmyeon's steps also came to a halt."You– You were going to let me go?" Your throat constricted. What had happened to snatch your freedom away so quickly? "Then why keep me?" 

Junmyeon sighed and forced you to continue the walk. "We took care of you for the days you were sick with fever and realized we've been missing a feminine touch around here. It brings out the better sides of us." 

You didn’t believe him for a second. "The better side of you? I hate to see the lesser side." 

He leveled his eyes with you, his features hardened like stone. "No one is to touch you." 

"Really?" You scoffed. "Should I list the few incidents just in the past twenty-four hours?" 

Junmyeon’s eyes flashed. "Sehun has been reprimanded. That won't happen again." 

"And Mr. Yixing?" 

"Mr. Yixing? What about him?" He blinked, confused.  

"He was in my room last night." 

"What!" His voice cracked like the lightning before the storm rolled in. You flinched at his severe reaction. Realizing your face was full of fear, he composed himself. His voice came out more gentle. "He will be reprimanded. No one is to go into your room without permission." A frown knitted his brow. "Is that why you fortified the door?" 

You swallowed, forgetting that he had tried to enter earlier this evening. "Yes. Yes, it is." 

The way he nodded gave you reason to believe that…. Well, that he might actually be listening. 

"No one will ever enter your room without permission again," he promised. His leveled gaze made you believe him. 

"Even you?" you asked. 

His throat visibly constricted, but he didn't argue. "Even me." 

As relieved as you were for that promise, you couldn't be entirely ecstatic. "Why keep me here? 

The earlier coolness and arrogance of his demeanor had washed away. "I told you. We need a companion."

"We?" You pulled away from him, disgusted. For reasons unknown, he let you slip from his grasp this time. "I'm not something to be passed around for you all to play with." 

"Of course not." A ghost of a smile began to cut in the corners of his lips. "You'll choose. In time. Whoever you wish, we are at your disposal. Until then, you’re all our guest."

"That doesn't make any sense,” you pushed. "You're all fine gentlemen." In looks anyway. Manners was an entirely different  discussion. "Surely by the end of the season in town, you can all find a suitable wife." 

"We... have our reasons," he said slowly. "Your traditional ways aren't suited for us." 

"My traditional ways?" What could that possibly mean? 

Junmyeon didn’t explain. He merely took your hand and pressed cool lips to your knuckles.

"In time, you will come to see the truth. Until then, no harm will come to you." He turned your hand over and gave another kiss to your wrist. Letting you go, he walked away, his promise still lingering behind. 

On the edge of the gardens, a small swing made of a simple plank of wood and two long ropes hung from a mighty tree. It whispered a minute comfort. Not having been on one since your childhood, you were wary of sitting on the sun faded seat, unsure if the fringed ropes would hold your grown woman weight. 

There was no governess or wealthy aunt around to warn you of snagging your dress with such unladylike behavior. With cautious movements, you slowly turned and sat on the swing. The ropes didn't snap. 

Not wanting to test your luck, you didn't push yourself into full motion. No, you simply kept your toes on the ground, shifting only slightly from side to side. 

It was peaceful here, in this tucked away corner between the manor and maze-like hedges of the garden. No one else seemed to be around and that allowed you space to think. This was to be your home for... a longtime, it would appear. The negatives were more than obvious. So much that dwelling on them was pointless. That meant you needed to try and find a good thing in this situation. 

Your aunt. 

Well, that was easy. 

While she wasn't really a terrible human being, having to serve as her companion wasn't pleasant. Every whim of hers had to be met, the truth of your dowry hung over your head. And she could be as demanded as the Queen. Her holiday was not to be your holiday. 

And then there was the matter of your future. 

It wasn't that you didn't want to get married–you did. But you wanted love, passion. You wanted fire in your blood and yearning that could never be quenched. You wanted to know what it was like to be desperate for another person’s touch. Someone who looked at you with a gaze that sent your heart racing. Perfectly adequate was not what you wanted. 

Perfectly adequate was what your aunt was planning for you. Perhaps even less than adequate.

The rustling of nestled branches pulled you from your depressive, lonely thoughts. Kyungsoo had emerged from the garden hedges, his boots crunching to a halt on the rocky path. He stared at you with a horrified expression. The first bit of emotion you'd seen from him and it was accompanied by widened eyes and tightened lips. Was there something wrong with you merely sitting here? 

The one called Chanyeol appeared behind him. His gaze was more on the friendly side, something resembling a smile sent over to you. He took a step to start your way, but Kyungsoo grabbed a hold of his sleeve and dragged him away.

"Don't mind Kyungsoo, he avoids us all at one time or another." 

Jongdae suddenly chopped from the branches, landing on his feet beside you. Standing from the seat, you glowered at him. "You've come back, have you?" 

"If Junmyeon wishes to speak with you alone, then I'll give him that wish." His tone suggested that Junmyeon's wishes were met more like commands. 

"Well," you huffed, "then please obey my wish to be alone right now." 

Jongdae bowed deeply yet mockingly. He stayed behind, watching as you retreated back into the house.

Shoving the door closed, you leaned back against the wooden barrier that separated the main hall from the outside world. Only a few days ago, you had stumbled through those very doors, desperate for sanctuary. As insane as it sounded, perhaps you were given a bit more of a sanctuary than you had asked for. 

With a new resignation, you continued forward until you reached the main parlor on your left. 

The room was empty. Signs of recent usage were scattered amongst the furniture. Red stained goblets, chairs pushed away from the card table, a blanket half falling from an armchair. Thin slivers of moonlight broke through the heavy curtains, cutting across the floor like knives shattering the darkness. 

You stepped in further, drawn in by the grand piano off in the far left corner. It was so large it took up nearly a fourth of the room. Its black coat shimmered, even with your dull eyes. Someone loved this instrument, that was certain. They kept it polished and tuned. The ivory keys beckoned to create music. 

But you didn’t know how. Of all of the lessons to educate you that you latched onto, the piano had not been one. Still….

You jumped at the piercing sound of the plucked cord, a quiet gasp passing your lips. Your finger had pressed down on its own accord. Eyes frantically searched behind you, but none of the men appeared. You brushed your fingers along the keys, astonished by their softness. If only you could play the songs you knew in your heart. 

A hand suddenly covered yours. Several keys screeched at your second jump. 

Chanyeol didn’t apologize for scaring you or say anything gentle at all. Your mouth went dry in worry as he removed his cool hand from yours. You watched as he rolled the sleeves of his black silk shirt up to his elbows. He didn’t look up at you. He sat down on the bench and began to play. 

For a moment, you simply stood and listened. But you needed to be closer. Closer to the music, to the beauty that was being created before you. The remainder of the bench was under you before he could second guess. Your eyes fluttered close as the notes drifted up from the piano and wrapped around you, protective, whispering sweet nothings in your ear like nothing you had heard before. They were a lover, a comfort. You could lose yourself in that melody forever. 

The song too soon faded to an end. Your eyes remained closed, desperate to hold on. 

“Did you like it?” Chanyeol whispered. His deep voice was so low you almost missed it. All you could do to answer was nod. Coldness touched your cheek. Your eyes snapped open. 

Chanyeol was only an inch or so away, his dark eyes staring not at your own gaze, but lower. He ran his tongue over his lips. All you could do was breathe. 

You'll choose. In time. Whoever you wish, we are at your disposal.

The fingers against your cheek drifted down and brushed against your collar bone. 

In a blink, he was gone, only the ghost of his touch and the echo of the melody left behind.

Your breath quickened in panic. Jumping from the bench, you ran out into the hallway. The barely visible back of Chanyeol was on the edge of darkness. 

“Wait!” you called out to him. “Mr. Chanyeol, wait!”

He paused. Then slowly turned around so his face, half covered in shadow, was to you. 

“Play it again,” you begged. You wanted to hear more. Needed to hear more. And, he didn’t scare you. Not in this moment. You had been wanting to discover a story for yourself that you had read a thousand times. Perhaps, this could be the beginning. 

A shining smile growing on his face, Chanyeol nodded and came back to you for another song. 

*****

Chanyeol played for hours, never tiring or stumbling over the keys. Every note came from within himself. He never pulled out a single piece of sheet music. Each time one song ended, he paused only long enough to seek approval from you for another before beginning the next. 

For most of the concert, you sat in silent appreciation, but occasionally, you risked speaking to ask about the piece he was currently playing. Nearly all were his own compositions.

"How have you had time to write all of these?" you asked as the newest song came to a close. 

His fingers paused on the last keys, elongating the notes in a way that felt out of place. Throughout his playing, he had looked at you to gauge your reactions. But now he kept his eyes on the instrument, his brow furrowed. 

"I've had a lot of time," he said quietly. "All the time I could have asked for." He lifted his hand from the keys and stretched his fingers, curling them inward and then back out again. 

You laughed light-heartedly." You look hardly eight and twenty,"

"Have you been composing your whole life?" A forced smile pulled tightly at his lips. 

"For a very long time." 

You frowned at the cryptic answer. But your stomach prevented you from pushing another question onto him. The gurgling sound was soft, but enough to bring your hand to your stomach. 

"Oh, that's right," Chanyeol chuckled softly. "I forgot you have to eat." 

"Yes, I do that on occasion." The memory of his lack of dinner the other night brewed in your mind. And he said “you have to eat”. Not “we”. Was it merely a slip of the tongue? "Will you show me the kitchen?" 

"The kitchen?" he echoed. 

You nodded. "Yes. I don't need a full meal. Some bread, cheese, and salted meat would suffice." 

"Oh, erm." He stood from the bench somewhat clumsily. "Actually, you stay here and I’ll fetch you some food." 

"But-”

He was gone before your tongue could click on the “T”. 

"Well, humph." That was abrupt. It wasn’t as if you had asked to see the coffers. You merely asked to go to the kitchen. 

Many times at home you had prepared your own midday meal. There were obviously no servants around here. What could be wrong with you entering a measly kitchen? You had half a mind to go try and find it yourself, but... you were hungry. And if you got lost, it could be a decent amount of time before you were able to eat. You could always search another time. 

Standing up from the bench, you wandered over to one of the tables still holding a dirty goblet. Remnants of deep red wine stained the inside of the glass.

At first glance, the drying liquid looked like any dry red wine you'd seen a hundred times. But there was something odd about the way it coated the glass. The thick red stain it left behind....

You wiped a finger around the inside and brought the coating closer to your vision. There was a stickiness to it that was different from your previous experiences with spilling the nightly drink. And the color... it was richer, more striking red than a deep purple. A color you had seen time and time again. You pressed the finger to your tongue. And immediately spat the taste out. 

Blood. 

It was undeniably blood mixed in the wine. What the hell were these men? 

"Do you insist on being everywhere?" 

You stumbled back from the deep voice, your hand colliding with the goblet. The delicate cup flew off the table towards the hardwood floor. Before it could shatter As a million pieces, a hand snatched hold off the goblet. 

Kyungsoo didn't replace the goblet onto the table. He stared at you with a hardened expression. His dark eyes like hickory seemed filled with shadow. 

"What are you?" you whispered, your heart beating so fast it was traveling up your throat. 

Blood, reflexes, cold breath. 

Things that weren't human yet familiar to you anyway. Somewhere in the back crevices of your childhood. 

Kyungsoo leaned in, forcing you back until you stumbled into one of the chairs. 

"What are we?" he scoffed mockingly. His top lip curled upward, revealing unnaturally long canines. "Figure the monster out for yourself." 

Fear charged through you like a prized stallion. You scrambled past him to get away, tripping over the hem of your dress as you fled. Chanyeol reappeared in the entrance, two others by his side and a tray of the exact morsels you had asked for laid out in an intricate picture in his hands. But you didn't pause long enough to appreciate it. You ran from the room, their confusion in your wake.

You ran until you reached the sanctuary of your room. You shoved all you could in front of your door to keep them out, keep them all out. 

Reflexes, grace fullness, nighttime. 

Blood, cold breath... fangs. 

Not human. 

Monster. 

That was what Kyungsoo had said. Had called himself. You were in a house of monsters. But what kind of monsters? 

Gathering the blanket from the floor, you crawled onto the bed and buried yourself under the fabric shield. Immediately, the air grew hot, but still you folded in on yourself, your arms tight around your shoulders. Eyes squeezed shut, you wondered how you ended up here, what you had done to deserve it. 

You prayed silent prayers that you make it simply through the night.

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Pairing: vamp!Chanyeol x Reader Genre: Vampire AU, Angst Rating: 16+ Summary: There’s something different about the newest fledgling you’ve been assigned to. Word Count: 0.5k Warnings: biting and blood drinking

“I didn’t ask for this.”

“Well, that’s good, because it’s probably the only thing that would’ve made this worse.”

He didn’t laugh or even smile. You sat across from him, observing his movements. He cowered in the corner, avoiding the sliver of light from the hallway. It was sad to find him like that—small, frail, wasting away. All because he refused to accept what he’d become and give in to the urges.

“Look. You don’t have to take much if you’re uncomfortable with doing it. But I need you to at least try so I can get you down to the Center. From there, we can discuss your options after the doctor checks you out.” You pushed up your sleeve and showed him your wrist, free of any jewelry. “If you’re too weak or too hungry, we won’t get far.”

Chanyeol’s eyes flashed red like glittering rubies before he shook his head and hid his face. “No. I’ll hurt you. And I don’t want that. I don’t want any of this.”

You didn’t know what to say. You’d helped plenty of people through the transition and coping with their new way of life, but this was the first time you genuinely felt remorse for someone. You wished with every fiber of your being for a better way to help the guy you barely knew. “You won’t hurt me.” He looked up, doubt in his glossy eyes. “I’ve experienced it all, okay? Short of tearing off my arm, there isn’t much pain I feel anymore. It’s what made me a great candidate for the Fledgling Mentorship program! So, please, will you try? A tiny sip?”

His gaze flickered between your face and wrist before he slowly uncurled his long body and crawled closer. “Are you sure I won’t hurt you?”

You nodded. “A hundred percent sure. I’ll even walk you through it.” You got to your knees and moved to a better position. “Here. Bite towards the center and once you break the skin, you suck the blood.”

His thin fingers went around your wrist with a weak grip. You couldn’t see how he was able to keep himself upright. He collapsed in your arms, and you cradled him as he brought your wrist to his mouth. He inhaled and shuddered. “You smell good…like home,” he whispered before his lips brushed your skin. His bite was weaker than you’d thought it’d be, no different from that of a teething baby. You knew the moment blood hit his tongue because he stiffened, went slack, then his grip steadily grew stronger until he was holding your arm in place. Each pull from his lips seemingly came from the top of your head and the tips of your toes, making you curl around him as if he were literally drinking you dry. But the odd thing was that where with others you’d quickly stop them because of discomfort, it never crossed your mind. The feeling was amazing, like a warm silk caressing you from the inside out.

Right when your eyes began to flutter, and you felt faint, he pulled away. “Are you—”

Not sure what he said, but as you fell over, all you could think about was that Junmyeon was going to chew your ass out for this.

[an-annyeoing-writer]

Vampire Alphabet (Masterlist)

Baekhyun:

Bite & First Bite

Intimacy, Vampire & Dangerous

Hate, Odd & Key

Chanyeol:

First Bite, Intimacy & Yandere

Lay:

Bite, First Bite & Yandere

Vampire!AU Alphabet

Werewolf Alphabet (Masterlist)

Baekhyun:

Claws, Enemy & Moonlight

Dog, Yearning & Fear

Good boy, Territory & Bitemark

Sanity, Joy & Insomnia

Chanyeol:

Dog, Good boy & Territory

Werewolf!AU Alphabet

My Fanfiction Masterlist

[ethereal-choi]

~ he's my favorite boy, he makes me melt...

© ethereal-choi 2023–2024.

[sarangbear]

THE MATERIAL

[nirvanawrites111]

Goddess Energy (Taemin x Reader x Kai)

Theme: Vampire AU Series

Warning: Supernatural theme, vampire, blood drinking, smut, strong language, 3sum. These are warning for the story. 1st chapter has no trigger warning except strong language.

She/ Her pronouns

Pairing: Taemin x Y/N, Kai x Y/N

Taemin x Black Reader x Kai

Word count: 1759

all rights reserved © NirvanaWrites111. Do not copy, repost, modify, or translate my work.

"That's her," Taemin points down into the sea of inebriated people. He hovers over the balcony railing and stares at you with hawk eye vision. He's seen you around the city at night. He's had his eye on you for a while, and you have been the topic of conversation with his long-time bestie, Kai.

You walk in smoothly across the glossy hardwood floor of the late-night bar. The energy in the room is electric.

You’ve been begging your best friend to bring you here, but every time she says you’re not ready.

Your eyes peek around, and the room is covered with people, supernatural creatures, and everything in between. You follow closely behind your best friend, Fatou.

"Damn, that's her?" Kai's dark brown eyes light up when he connects with you. The dark red dress hugs your curvaceous frame in the best way possible.

The short dress comes just above your knees to highlight your legs. But, he's not looking at your legs. Something else has his attention.

Kai admires the sparkle of excitement in your dark brown eyes. You're captivating to him, and he knows you've never been to Step Up Bar before, and now he wants to get closer to you.

He closes his eyes shut and breaths deeply to focus on your energy. He feels your nervous energy ripple through his body.

All the other sounds of chatter, and random thoughts of other cease. Your thoughts now quickly become his.

A tiny smirk appears on his face, and he can hear how you aren't sure if you made the right choice by coming tonight. He also hears that you need a drink to handle the night.

Taemin places his hands on Kai's shoulder and shakes him out of your thoughts. Kai's eyes snap back open, and he catches his breath. He gasps for air, but it's not like he needs it.

"I didn't tell you to get inside of her head," Taemin's voice is laced with ice. His aggression doesn't bother Kai because he's used to his bestie.

"My bad. You know it's a habit," Kai shrugs and returns to the railing.

His eyes still trail after you as you float over to the bar. He thinks about how he can get closer to you, from your kinky curly honey blonde hair with red tips at the bottom.

"I'm sorry. My fault. You know it's a habit," Kai still follows you, and you head over to the bar. He thinks about how he can get closer to you. Your brown skin has a certain glow to it that he admires.

"So, how are we going to make this move?" Taemin inquires. He's a bit calculated, but he wants to see where Kai's head is.

"We should invite her up," Kai eagerly suggests. His eyes dart over to Taemin, and a wicked smile appears on his face.

"In a vamp bar? She's going to think we want to drain her."

"We just want to taste her," Kai says.

"You know Fatou's bougie ass isn't going to let that happen."

"Let's try," Kai says.

He heads over to the security and points you out of the crowd. He also points to Fatou, because he knows you wouldn't feel comfortable being invited to VIP without your bestie.

Security pulls out their walkie-talkie and gives specific instructions.

Kai heads over to his signature table and sits in the middle. Taemin sits next to him. "Listen, let me do the talking. I got this," Taemin insists.

"It's an equal playing field. No charming either. We don't have to use our powers for it anyways," Kai said.

"Ugh," Taemin groans. He's not sure how you will react to both of them.

Sure, Fatou might throw some salt in their game, but they have a backup plan for that. He gives a half-smile.

Kai spots Fatou coming up the stairs, with her arms folded across her chest and an expensive Gucci chain purse hanging off her shoulder. He remembers that Mark got her that purse when they started messing around.

Fatou stands at the table. "Gentleman, good evening," Fatou scans from Taemin to Kai. "I was informed that you invited my friend, Y/N, and me to your VIP section?" Fatou gives a lopsided grin and sneers.

"Yes, it's good to see you again, Fatou," Taemin stands up and walks over to hug Fatou.

"Yeah, yeah, Taemin," Fatou whines, pushing him away from her. She moves into the booth and you are standing there.

"Hi, Y/N, I'm Taemin," Taemin extends his hand to you, and connects his eyes with yours. He's beautiful to you.

His hair is jet black with silver highlights that peek past his shoulder. His eyes are a honey brown, and his nose is so cute. But, you find his full lips the most attractive thing on his face. You are a sucker for beautiful lips on a man.

He has a silky blue blouse that is slightly open, and you can see his chest. The muscular build tells a story, and you assume he takes care of his body. He has a nice dancer figure, and his black pants hug his lower half perfectly.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N," you affectionally coo. You told yourself before you left you would flirt with anyone who showed interest.

You are tired of being a homebody, and you want to live a more adventurous life like your bestie, Fatou.

"It's so good to meet you, too," You beam at the attractive vampire as he leans down to kiss your hand.

But, a small wave of panic overcomes you. You snatch your hand away, and fear ripples your body.

"I'm not going to bite you," Taemin looks up into your eyes, and his eyes quickly glow crimson red. "I'm a complete gentleman, and so is my best friend, Kai," Taemin points in Kai's direction.

"Sorry, it's my first time here," You say. The ripple of fear instantly leaves your body even though his eyes are still glowing.

"No worries. Let's sit you over here by Kai," Taemin grabs your hand and leads you into the booth.

You sit down next to Kai, and he flashes a quick smile at you. You see his fangs, but you catch yourself before you can jump back.

"Boys, you better not charm my bestie, or I'll make sure Mark has your heads on a platter," Fatou casually threatens Kai and Taemin.

"We aren't like that. We don't need to charm anyone. She's a grown woman and can make any choice she wants," Taemin insists.

"So, what do you do for a living?" Kai asks you.

"Fashion designer. I own a boutique over on Hope St," you proudly say.

"Yes, my bitch has the best clothes in town. She designed the dress she's wearing," Fatou backs you up and hypes you as a best friend should.

"Damn, it looks good on you," Kai said.

"I bet it looks even better off," Taemin adds.

"Watch your mouth, Taemin," Fatou says.

"It's harmless. I meant it looks good on mannequins, too," Taemin tries to save face, but you weren't offended by his comment.

You were slightly flattered. Hell, you feel good being sandwiched in between two hot vampires.

A man approaches the table with a shirt similar to Taemin's, but it's black. He stands at the head of the table, and you see he has two wine glasses in his hand.

"Fatou!" He cheerfully speaks to your best friend in almost a melodic cadence. "It's good to see you, baby," he hands her a glass of wine. She places it before her.

"Thank you for the wine. How'd you know I was here?" Fatou asks. She likes to sneak up on Mark, and not tell him. You find her a little bit too controlling, but at the same time, you get it.

"I always sense your presence when you are near me, Darling," Mark winks at her.

"You didn't even speak to my friend."

"I'm sorry, bae. I was so caught up by your beauty," Marks flirts with Fatou even more. She's eating it up because she's smiled more in the last two minutes than the whole night you've been with her.

"Here you go, Y/N. I'm glad you could make it," Mark hands you a drink.

"Thank you," you reply and take a sip. You instantly feel a smooth sense of relaxation take over your body. "This is really good."

"It's from Taemin's vineyard. He makes it himself," Mark compliments Taemin.

"Wow, that's too cool," you say. You place the drink down on the table. Kai picks it up and puts a napkin underneath it for you.

"Fatou, let's hit the dance floor, baby. I want that body all over me. Let's make everyone jealous," Marks extends his hand, and Fatou gets up to go over to him.

"Y'all be good to my girl. Text me if you need me, sis," Fatou mentions to you and heads off with Mark.

For a moment, the silence between the three of you is noticeable. The presence of your best friend is missed, but you are curious about these two guys.

"So, what brings you here to Step Up Bar?" Kai asks.

His eye contact on you is captivating. He doesn't look down at your chest, but keeps his eyes on your face. His smile feels warm, and like you can trust him.

Your bestie, Fatou, who you also call, Tootie, wouldn't leave you alone with them if she didn't trust them.

"I just want to let go and experience life for one night," you say, but leave it open to the imagination of what that truly means.

You thought about it the whole car ride to the club, but you couldn't figure out what you were looking for.

Are you even looking for anything at all? You know that you can have sex without any consequences of an STD or a baby, because of the lack of DNA vampires carry.

But, you aren't sure if you want to have a one-night stand.

"What kind of experience are you looking for?" Taemin asks.

"I'm not sure. Let's go on the dance floor," you say. You have never been much of an initiator, maybe because your birth chart is full of earth energy. But, hey, you were going to turn that around tonight. You drink more of your drink.

"Lead the way, gorgeous.” Taemin winks at you.

[sexygrass]

8. Death Is Always At Sidewalks.

"I saw magic in her eyes. dirty, dark, beautiful magic."

genre: smut, supernatural AU, soulmate au, vampires au, werewolf au, Sub/Dom dynamics, angst, mention of traumas, mention of torture, deaths of some characters, and blood, explicit language, fluff, mature content, sadism, lots of killing, and many plot twists.

stepping into a sketchy, empty, and old baseball stadium, she watched how jeno's smile widened as he pushed the shabby fence and stepped into the old court. taking a glance at the graphics on a wall of the entrance, she managed to read some names; jeno, jaemin, Renjun, Shotaro—

"I found it!" Jeno's chipper made her look his way; she saw him holding up a bottle of white wine in his hand, "haechan's hiding places are always expectable," he let out a chuckle.

walking towards him, she grabbed the bottle from his hand and examined it. "so, here is where you and your friends used to hang out?" pulling out two clean glasses from his backpack, he plopped on a beach seat and motioned for her to sit too.

"I know this is ain't your typical go-to date but I really like this place, it holds a sentimental feeling to me, I used to come here whenever I want to stay alone or clear my head." casting a small smile, she let him fill her glass, "no, it's fine," she took a sip and looked at him, "as long as I have fun and it helps me forget about life; it's fine."

offering her a quick smile, he leaned his head on the headrest and closed his eyes, breathing in the cooly hair; the glass still in hand. Racking her eyes around the diamond shape court, she smiled. it was calm and quiet as if the life's noise was muted—as If they were alone in the world. 

turning to her left, she glanced at his peaceful state. She traced the outline of his lips with her eyes, the natural yet subconscious pout evident on his face. she took notice whenever he was in deep thought; he pouts. and it was the softest little pout she had seen on any lips—She was so tempted to kiss it off.

as a result, her eyes lingered on his lips longer than she should have as she wondered what it would feel like on hers. "Jeno," she called suddenly and he hummed softly while glancing at other graphics with a longing look, resulting in him missing the way she was glancing at him.

“Why do you want to be a vampire, Lee Jeno?” Her sudden random question made him slowly sit up and face her. "Why would you willingly give up your life and your humanity…so willingly? Does that have anything to do with your friends being vampires and you not? Because your brother is one too?" she added quietly.

Taking a deep breath, he placed his glass down and let out a breath. his black hair falling on his forehead; covering his saddened eyes. Jeno stuffed his hands in the pocket of his black leather jacket.

"I don't want to stay alone," he mumbled under his breath. "I hate it when they look down at me… only because I'm a human. I hate Taeyong for being overprotective of me because I'm human; because I'm unable to protect myself." he reached for his glass and chugged down his drink.

"He always keep blabbering about the damn possibility of one of his or the 127's enemies would come after me since I'm his weakness, how wonderfu. however; when I asked for him to turn me into a vampire so I won't burden him, he turned his back on me." he bitterly scoffed, jaw clenched. pouring himself another glass and chugging it down, he finally turned to her. eyes lazily bouring into hers, his raw emotions swimming in his eyes, his tough facad sttarting to crumble. not that he cared, he was in need for someone to hear him and understand him and he found comfort in talking with her.

Jeno was feeling vulnerable, unable to be as strong as his brother and his friends for a long time, he hated it. he wanted nothing more than to change that. that and his inevitable fear that he never managed to shake was abandonment. the fear of his friends leaving him out of their lives and problems to protect him forever bugging him.

if anything he fears and despises equally or even more than the idea of being left alone is for him to be un-dependable for those he cares about. the feeling of being powerless and being a burden on his brother's back. he wants those he loves to rely on him and need him in their lives just like he does. He forver believe that he won't be complete without people needing him. he needed to be needed.

Samantha's dry laugh stopped his train of thoughts and slammed it to the wall, "lonely?" she gave him a bitter smile, "if you don't want to stay alone then cherish your humanity. Lee Jeno. becoming a vampire isn't the solution to your problems." 

knitting his eyebrows, he opened his mouth to speak but one look in her weighty eyes made him rethink his words, she spoke ahead. "We vampires are bound to live our immortality alone, bound to stay in the dark; as the creatures of the night. nothing can fill the void in our dead, cold hearts; not even love. why? cause we don't deserve it. ,Love isn't for the damned like us. For whom do you think loneliness was made?"

taking a sip from her glass, she added. "we've cheated death, we are a loophole in nature's system, and for that, we're eternally bounded by two things; loneliness and thirst for blood." downing her drink whole, she side-eyed him.

"so after hearing your excuse about wanting not to stay alone and claiming the solution to your dilemma is becoming a vampire is really ironic, ironic that it irritates me."

licking his lower lip, he found himself speechless. not because he had no reply but because the sadness that lingered in her voice was so loud, "this is a wine." she laughed pointing at the bottle next to jeno's leg. chuckling along with her, he shook his head. "damn, that was deep." she chuckled with him.

"aaand we ran out of wine," jeno slumped his shoulders when he attempted to pour hmself another glass, hearing a chuckle from the hybrid next to him, he smiled but when her laugh died in a heartbeat, Jeno's brows pulled together. "someone is here," she suddenly uttered before standing up and looking around the dim deserted building. 

jeno stood up too and checked his surroundings, "What do you mean? There's no—" he got cut off by noises of waves of laughter and heavy footsteps. "well, well, well. look who we have here!" 

a guy with a smug grin and curly brown hair clapped his hands together but his grin quickly turned into a startled expression when he saw Jeno. "wait—what? Taeyong's lil brother!? We thought you were dead! Nice to see you again, man" jeno clenched his jaw and glared at him intensely. "what do you want?" he spat, darkly.

Samantha stood two steps behind him with an amused grin on her face. this side of Jeno is new to her; all serious and tensed up, protective and pissed. She liked it.

the man whistled and stepped closer to him, his sidekicks following him. "where are your friends, Jen?" the guy shoved his hands in his pockets, lips curled, he looked behind him and once his eyes landed on Samantha, his brows shot up and a crooked smile appeared on his crusty lips. "Woah, Jeno! aren't you going to introduce us to your pretty lady friend?" he flashed her a smirk. 

Jeno stepped in front of the black-haired female, protectively, blocking him from seeing her "What. do. you. want, Juhyeon?" he spoke through gritted teeth, his fists clenched by his side. The veins in his arms were prominent as his sleeves were rolled up. 

Juhyeon lazily looked at him, unaffected by Jeno's attempt to intimidate him. clicking his tongue, he marched towards him, bumping into jeno aggressively in his way till he stood in front of Samantha, "Hey, sweety. wanna ditch this boring bastard and come with us?" he winked at her.

bastard

she smiled and pulled her hands off her pocket. She took a step closer before licking her lips, her smile masking her rage that started to boil right when she heard him cuss at jeno—the moment he called him 'bastard'. She at first, was going to stay out of it and let jeno handle them but now they lost that luxury.

however, before Samantha could lift her hand, jeno growled and lunched towards him with a clenched fist, ready to collide it with his face, but due to Juhyeon's vampirism nature, his fast reflexes allowed him to grab him by the throat mid-air. "what?" he grinned at him, "very protective over your girl, huh? how cute, how about I force you to watch how I'll—"

feeling that she gets enough of the pathetic, low-quality show of power, Samantha swiftly grabbed Juhyeon's wrist and twisted it with ease, making him lose ahold of jeno; the latter fell to the ground and caressed his neck with an irritated expression. boiled with rage, he jumped to his feet and lifted his hand, ready to punch Juhyeon's jaw, who was still yelling in pain, trying to slip off her grasp but jeno stopped dead in his track when Samantha raised her free hand signaling him to stop, Jeno just glared at him.

trashing in her hold, Juhyeon tried pushing her off with his other hand, but Samantha grinned sweetly and effortlessly broke his whole other arm, blessing her and jeno's ears with his scream. twisting his other arm and holding it behind his back, she pinned him against her torso.

"your show was entertaining but I must cut it short. your choice of words made you have lost any chance for me to demonstrate to you my mercy," she whispered in his ear. her low ominous sweet-sickening voice sent shivers down his spine, "I—W" Before he could vocal his words, she kicked his calves, forcing him to his knees.

"Now, kindly answer my friend's question," she demanded looking at the tensed-up five men. "Let him go." seeing their leader's trembling expression, one of them growled at her. "or what?" she replied with a mischievous grin. Jeno was in awe as he watched her with a fond smile.

letting a soft sigh, she clicked her tongue, "You have answered me wrongly, so as a penalty…" she trailed as she looked down at the struggling vampire kneeling down at her feet. bending a little, she brushed her fingers through his hair and tugged it up.

a flurry of gasps followed at the sight of the headless body that fell to the floor, blood pooling around the grey, desiccated corpse. jeno grimaced and scrunched his nose in disgust at the flowing blood. "you fucking bitch," one of them shouted, furiously before he whooshed towards her, only for him to halt in his track when Samantha's hand pierced into his chest.

pulling her hands out with his heart in it, he fell to the ground; his body, too, turned grey and veins start to prominent on the skin. looking at the three standing vampires, she glared at them. "anyone else?" her sudden change in her voice made even Jeno flinch.

one of them smirked and whooshed toward Jeno, hoping to use him as leverage. Jeno quickly noticed it and picked up an iron bar and slammed it to his head; killing him temporarily. "well done," she praised him before whooshing to appear before the other two vampires, looking at the blond vampire, she compelled him. "Don't move."

looking to the left, she glared at the black-haired, eyebrow-pierced vampire, he was visibly scared and that alone made Samantha's grin widen into a sadistic one, "Now, talk."

"Our boss send us in search of Mark Lee. He and his friends used to hang in this place here so we started searching here," he croaked out, Samantha's smile faded and her jaw clenched, her eyes turning whole black. jeno on the other side had his brows knitted. "what do you want from him?" he asked, dumbfounded; but Samantha knows.

breath going rugged, the blond stuttered, "Vampires can't compel …other vampires, how—" his words cut short when Samantha Slammed his brother's head with the flat of her hand before casually, turning to the blond, as if she didn't just behead his twin in front of his eyes.

drinking in his horrified expression, she calmly and slowly approached him, "Well, I'm a special vampire." he watched in panic his brother's head rolling on the ground till it stopped.

"Jeno, come here." confused and mildly nervous, Jeno obliged. "have you ever killed a vampire before?….with your bare hands?" she asked not breaking eye contact with the shaken vampire; enjoying every ounce of fear that he was displaying. "uh, not really. but I'd like to try," he finished with a crooked smile.

"hand me that stake, yes, that one near the chair. great." she stepped aside and watched him, attentively. "aim it at the heart, like that. now pierce it as hard as you can; if you want to kill him fast. slowly if you want him to suffer." tilting his head to the side, he grinned before pursing his lips, feigning an inner debate.

the gasp the blond let out made Jeno's grin widen as he watched the grey color creeping through his skin till he turned into a corpse. "fast? okay." his happy smile made her smirk at him. now that's a start. she thought.

"how about that one?" he looked at the one he knocked up earlier, "you can kill finish if you desire" he shrugged, "I think one is enough for today, thanks," she chuckled and walked toward him once she heard him groan and clutch his head.

placing the pointy edge of the heel of her boot on his throat, she looked at his nervous state as he started to choke. "who sent you behind Mark?" hearing no reply, she prodded her cheek with her tongue before pressing her heel deeper, the man under her feet gasped.

she grinned, maliciously and pressed more till blood start oozing out, and Jeno looked away immediately. from her position, she caught sight of Jeno's grimaced expression, without looking away from the man beneath her shoe, she demanded sternly "Do not look away, Lee Jeno." gulping down the lump forming in his throat, he obliged.

"O-oscar sends us- …he h-heard abo-out the doppelgänger and wanted him. every v-vampire on t-the other s-side of the city are trying to get hi-him for him—"

jeno yelped when Samantha kicked his head off with an infuriated expression. "what?" his eyes were wide in bewilderment, "what does that mean?" he asked but got no answer. seeing Samantha marching towards the exit, he followed her out to the car. 

along the ride, Samantha's jaw kept clenching to the point Jeno thought her teeth will crack at any second. he felt the tension build up and how her grip around the steering wheel tightened by the seconds that her knuckles were all white. her eyes were black as dark veins start to protrude under them. he knew something was wrong, something is happening— about to happen to one of his childhood friends but what made things blurrier is why Samantha Mikaelson was this bothered and affected by it. does she know him? Do they know each other? why would she get this angry over this?

the tension in the car was thick enough that you could slice through it with a knife and Jeno started to feel suffocated as the solemn silence became insufferable.

if what that vampire said was true; every vampire from the other side of the city is looking for Mark, then he must be in danger. Samantha felt a pang in her chest which made her exhale sharply. she had lost him a lot of times throughout her life. recollections of the centuries she spent mourning his death flooded her brain, bringing back vivid and bitter memories that she so desperately kept hidden and forgotten in the deepest part of her brain.

 I'm not going to sit around and allow that to happen. this time, he lives.

Seeing the screen of her phone lit up, she pulled it out of her pocket and skimmed the text she got, letting a sigh, she relaxed her shoulders before putting it back in her pocket. Samantha was aware of the nervousness of her car-mate, she noticed how many times jeno sighed and how he kept cracking his fingers—he was nervous. feeling her looking at him, Jeno turned to her, "Are you okay—"

"—When you hit that vampire like that, it was impressive. I'm proud of you. You're not weak like you prefer to assume, Lee Jeno. You too can be just as strong as your vampire friends. Stop looking down at yourself ." she smiled looking at him. chuckling softly, he let out a relieved breath "Thank you." he looked her in the eyes, emphasizing his genuine gratitude for her simple words. Samantha mirrored his action and smiled at him, "I think I was in the moment and got carried away a bit," he scratched his forearm, chuckling when she did.

opening the car windows to get some fresh air to cool her heated skin, she took a deep breath, "you okay?" jeno asked again, louder this time, concern lingering in his voice. smiling, she gave him a nod, "I'm fine, don't worry." It doesn't need a genius to know that something is wrong as it is very clear but Jeno chose to respect her privacy and sat back in silence again, but this time it wasn't as awkward as before.

but Jeno had no patience and he was just as stubborn as her.

"how do you know Mark?" he suspected with squinted eyes, "that's...that's a long story." she pressed her lips into a thin line and looked at him, "are you going to tell me about it?" he propped his elbow at the car door window, "eventually."

Taking a different road, Jeno sat up and looked out of the window, "this is not—", "change of plans." she cut him off him curtly, "Where are we going then?"

"My family's home."

...

parking in front of the big white house, she stepped out and jeno did the same. "Woah, this house is pretty," he exclaimed. "Klaus bought it. he does have a nice taste," she looked at him and burst into a loud laugh. his face went pale and his eyes went wide as socks, "no need to be scared. Come let go inside." she laughed again before walking down the stone path. 

pushing the door open, both Taemin and Kai stood up. "oh my god... Jeno...?!... I thought you were dead..." Kai mumbled with a shocked expression. "he was under a sleeping spell. that body wasn't him, it was someone else. it was too mutilated to be recognized anyway," taemin shrugged. 

Jeno waved awkwardly at him, not because the situation was weird but because the only Elite member he ever met was Suho and he always felt intimidated by them. One of them talking to him casually like this made him nervous.

Samantha took notice of the tight smile he was wearing and chuckled softly, "Calm down love. they're not going to eat you. unless I tell them so, so don't worry,"

"So, can we— bloody hell! why can't I still enter!?" she exclaimed. Kai chuckled at her annoyed expression but was quick to hide it, "we've been trying the whole day, even Jisung couldn't break the boundary spell," Taemin explained. "wait—what? Jisung was here?"

"Oh, yeah. your friends, right?" he nodded at Kai. "pour kid was shaken in front of Kai, wish you could've seen his face, it was priceless, so cute." looking at Samantha's face, he quickly zipped it up. 

clearing his throat, he added, "There was also a cloaking spell but Jisung lift it. but the boundary spell is still sealed. it's expanded to the entire house -the first floor included- except here; the foyer. once a vampire steps in the sealed zone, the sunlight will burn them—wearing a ring or not. " clicking her tongue, Samantha tugged on her hair, frustrated.

"what are you hiding, Klaus," she mumbled glancing at the flight of stairs. a moment later, she turned on her heel "Kai, take Jeno home, take my car," she threw her car keys at him. "sure."

"Why? Where are you going?" both Kai and taemin snapped their heads at him with widened eyes, "Okay, Jeno. Come, let us leave." Kai grabbed the confused jeno by his shoulders and pushed him to the door. he had no idea that he made them both freak out and fear that she might kill him for being rude and snoopy, but truth be told, sometimes they overreact and act dramatic for no reason. she's not that vulgar, but they refuse to acknowledge it.

"Why did you send him away?" taemin voiced out, his voice echoing in the big empty mansion, "I'm going to check on Taeil to see if he's still alive. it'd be a shame if he couldn't handle the blade for mere three days."

...

the ethereal purple-pink sky loomed on the horizon as the sun sent its last rays, only an orange hue was left creating a beautiful painting above her. The air was chilly and it nibbled on her skin but she could care less, her mind kept going back to the previous two hours she spent with her ex-lover. every time she recalls his confession, she feels more betrayed, hollow, and hurt. But the strongest feeling was rage; pure rage.  

After hopping out of the car, she stopped for a brief second to fix her sweater that fell off a little over her shoulders. She placed her coat on her arm before throwing her hair behind her back and proceeding to the house but she suddenly halted.

her vision got hazy for a split second as her breath got caught in her lungs more than it should. feeling the lack of oxygen entering her lungs, she sucked at the cold harsh breath till she felt her lungs burn. She saw him.

there he was—in flesh, sitting down on the porch of the house playing with Wes— the cat was purring happily on his lap. She knew it was him, his prominent cheekbones rising when he smiled; his perfect red lips stretching into a charming smile. his blue vibrant hair falling graciously on his honey-brown eyes. hearing his vivid chuckle made her heart flutter to the point it started to hurt.

next thing, she found herself walking toward him unconsciously, as if she were a doll and there was a puppeteer tugging on her string and controlling her. apparently, Mark noticed and obviously heard heels clacking as he slowly raised his head. his smile was long gone as he made eye contact with her soft eyes.

he placed the playful cat down and stood up dusting himself off. taking a deep breath, he swallowed it instead of exhaling it the moment he saw her arm-length away standing before him with a welcoming smile. he found himself mesmerized by the soft blueish-grey hue of her eyes, which nearly made him forget what he was about to say; however, her next three words had him frozen.

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Green Rose

➻ Pairings: ChanBaek, Chanyeol x Baekhyun

➻ Genre: romance, vampire au

➻ Additional: fluff, cute

➻ Word Count: 2.5K

➻ Warnings: N/A

➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

It was early one morning, slivers of sunlight shining through Baekhyun’s parted curtains. The young male laid curled up in a small ball, swaddled by his blankets in the middle of the bed. His alarm hadn’t gone off yet, but his internal clock was already telling him that it was time to get up, regardless of what the large, blaring red numbers read on his night stand. And as much as Baekhyun tried to fend off consciousness and keep himself buried in the warmth of dreamland, the warm rays of the sun is what finally stirred him enough that sleep slipped from his grasp. A soft groan left him, dark brown eyes fluttering open a few times; blurry, sleepy vision slowly correcting.

7:30AM

He was highly annoyed at the time he read. Mainly because today was his off day and while his alarm was still set, he could easily just hit snooze or turn it off and spend the morning sleeping in. He hadn’t realized how his body had already been trained to wake up early thanks to his current school semester. 8:30 AM classes all week; Psychology and Biology. At least his math class was online, because if he honestly had to take a math class so early in the morning, he would probably quit school altogether. Of course that would be the end of his life. Baekhyun shuddered at the thought of the two hour lecture he would receive from his parents, that were paying for his schooling through their life’s savings. Of which Baekhyun already felt guilty for using and was doing his best to pay back the money through the small part time jobs he could get. 

A groan left him as he pushed himself up to sit in bed. One, slim hand pressed against the left side of his head, trying to calm the throbbing of the headache already forming. Today was not going to be a good day, he could already tell. With a grunt, he pushed away his covers and got out of bed, and like he did every morning, he made his way to the window and pushed open the curtains, letting the sunlight flood his aesthetically pleasing white room. The brightness blinded his eyes, however, and he closed them tightly, waiting only a few short moments before opening them once more, allowing them to get used to the new light. On the third floor of his apartment building, Baekhyun’s bedroom window overlooked the horizon to the east, facing the mountains in the very far off distance. It was always a gorgeous and breathtaking sight and he could never get over the beauty, even though he has seen the same sight for the past two years. 

Following his regular routine, Baekhyun unlocked his window and began to push it up. He stopped though, when a rose caught his attention. It was just laying there, on his windowsill, as if it had always been there, like that was home. Though Baekhyun was 100% sure that the plant had not been there the night before. But what was really odd (besides the fact that there was a rose on his windowsill on the third story of a building) was that it was green. And not like an icky light green, or a puke green, or even a neon green. But a beautiful dark green. It was a color that Baekhyun had never seen before, but he truly loved it. With a slight smile, he pushed his window all the way up and locked it into position, letting in the fresh, outside air. He grabbed the rose with delicate, long fingers, cradling it in his hands as he examined it. It was pure green. There was no hint of another color inside it, as if it had been dyed. It was all green...all natural.

Or was it? Could a green rose be natural if one had never actually been seen before? Then again, maybe it was just an undiscovered species of rose. Of course that also brought up the question of how it got there. Many outrageous ideas ran through his mind. Like maybe scaling the building to set the rose there. Or maybe a magical being hovered in the air to plant the rose there? Or maybe, and this was the scariest idea, someone snuck into his apartment while he was asleep and left the rose there. That seemed more like a plausible idea though, as terrifying as it was. Baekhyun knew he could be a very heavy sleeper and it was possible for someone to come into his home and he would never know it. 

A cold shiver ran down his back and Baekhyun nearly dropped the rose in his hands.The thought of someone coming in and seeing him in such a vulnerable position was so terrifying he almost didn’t want to keep the rose now. Almost. But despite his better judgment, he scavenged around his apartment until he found a suitable cup he could use as a vase and placed the rose inside, setting it on his desk. It was a pop of color in his nearly all white room. It strangely suited the place and Baekhyun kind of wanted to have more.

Baekhyun got his wish the next morning. Following his normal routine, Baekhyun was greeted with another green rose at his windowsill. It was just as gorgeous as the first and just as mysterious. How did it get there? Why was it there and who put it there? These were the questions that were constantly eating at Baekhyun. Has someone mistaken his apartment for someone else's? He wouldn’t be surprised. He didn’t consider himself anything special. He was just an average college student with an above average talent in singing, but that was about it. He never tried to overachieve, never really tried to be the center of attention (even though he had a loud and outgoing personality). He considered himself normal, lived a normal life. Who would risk their life to leave him a rose on his windowsill? It was quite confusing to him, but somehow he found it strangely endearing. The second rose found a home with the first and Baekhyun went on about his day, going to class and hanging out with his friends. 

When night came, he sat on his bed in his duck pajamas, eyes trained on the window. He wondered if his secret stalker admirer would come again. Would he wake up to find another green rose, or would he be dead? He wasn’t sure and he certainly didn’t like how wild his imagination was running at the moment, but all of them were plausible scenarios. But honestly, what could Baekhyun even do? It could just be a fluke he was getting the roses and eventually the person would realize that he was leaving them at the wrong window (however he was managing to leave them), or maybe he should arm himself with a weapon in case this all was intentional and he really did have a crazy stalker.

That night, Baekhyun went to sleep with a knife tucked under his pillow and a mind filled with worry. Morning came quickly and Baekhyun was pleasantly surprised to find himself still alive. And just like the morning before, there was a single green rose waiting for him on the windowsill. Baekhyun placed the rose with the others and continued about his day. For the next month or so, Baekhyun continued to wake up to a green rose on his windowsill, which he continued to add to his collection. By the 28th rose, Baekhyun was starting to really wonder who was leaving these roses and why. He was pretty sure it was no longer someone sneaking into his apartment to leave the roses. Especially when he made sure to deadbolt the locks every night. One night he even moved his dresser to block the door so no one could and still there was a rose left. It was a mystery to him, a freaky mystery. And to add weirdness to this mystery, Baekhyun also noticed that the roses never died. Sure he filled the vase with water and left the roses near the window for sunlight, but he never did any real tending to them. They should have died, but they didn’t. They were just as bright, perky and alive as they were the first day he found them. It was interesting if not a little creepy. 

Curiosity was finally getting the best of him and Baekhyun decided that this would be the night that he would stay up late. He would wait, in the darkness, by the window to see who was leaving him roses and finally confront him about it. His plan was half decent enough, or at least he thought it was. Surely nothing could possibly go wrong. So that’s what he did. As night fell, Baekhyun turned off his lights in his room and took a seat next to his window. He wanted to be close, but not too close where he could possibly be caught, because that would just ruin it all. If whoever it was saw him before they left the rose, Baekhyun may never actually solve the mystery of the green rose. Resting his head on the wall, waiting as patiently as his patient little butt would allow him, but by two in the morning, he was already falling asleep. With one passing look at the clock, he noted to himself it was only 2:30 in the morning, and slowly darkness enveloped him. 

He was shaken from his sleep by a slight chill. It started on his cheek and slowly traveled downwards, making him shiver slightly. It was pulling him from the warmth of his dreams and as he became aware, he realized it almost felt like wind blowing on him. And while he knew he was at his window, he didn’t remember leaving his window open. So did that mean…?

Eyes snapping open, Baekhyun was greeted with an open window and once more on his windowsill, there was a green rose, laying neatly on top of it. But unlike the other 28 times, this time there was a piece of paper tucked neatly under the rose. With a shaking hand, he reached out and grabbed it carefully. Laying the rose in his lap, he unfolded the paper and read over the few, short words that were written.

‘We’ll meet soon, Baekhyun.’

Baekhyun’s eyes slowly moved back to the window, staring out into the dark of the night, skies only illuminated by the artificial light of the street lamps below. Indeed, there was someone who was really leaving him these roses every night. Someone who knew how to scale a building up 3 stories without being seen or heard. A person who knew his name, yet he was almost sure he had never met this person before. The stalker idea came back full force, but once more his rational side wasn’t fully convinced. Wouldn’t this person have already tried to be with him or kill him or done something more than just leave roses? Didn’t stalkers usually want their victims to know who they were and why they were stalking them? This honestly didn’t make any sense to Baekhyun.

It just continued to leave him confused. He let out a tired sigh and slowly stood, the rose tumbling to the floor. He stared at it for a moment, not really seeing it, but just staring. His mind went blank, as if in a trance, but as quickly as it started, it stopped and he snapped out of it. Shaking his head, he bent down and picked up the rose, holding it in his left hand while he closed the window and locked it once more with his right hand. He made his way to his desk and placed the rose in his makeshift vase of a cup with the other roses before shuffling his way to the bed. Crawling in, he slipped under his covers and curled himself up into a ball and laid there, letting sleep once more overcome him.

The following night, Baekhyun was determined to stay awake and meet this mysterious man. So instead of going to class that day he stayed at home and slept for as long as he could, which was only until the late afternoon. However, armed with the most sugary drink he could find, he set himself up once more by the window and stared out into the darkness. He made it till about one in the morning before his eyes started growing heavy once again. He tried to keep himself awake with more sugar (candy and soda), but he couldn't feel their effects like he had at the beginning. He struggled for nearly an hour to keep his eyes open, but eventually he succumbed to sleep, eyes closing with one last blurry look to the window. He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep or what actually woke him back up, but something did. Sleepy eyes opened and he looked around confused for a moment before he realized what was happening in front of his face. 

The window was opening. And it took all of his strength not to just jump up right then and there and see what was going on. Baekhyun realized that his nightly visitor wasn’t aware that he was awake yet, so Baekhyun was going to sit there and wait, at least until the window was fully open. It was an agonizing three seconds but the window was eventually open and Baekhyun saw the hand reaching through, green rose clutched into thick fingers. It was a quick movement, Baekhyun wasn’t even aware that he thought it, but he grabbed the wrist and pulled. The green rose fell from his fingers, a head coming through his open window and he was greeted to the site of the most handsome man he had ever seen. He was in shock and awe that this man was the one who was leaving roses on his windowsill. Speaking of which….

Baekhyun stood and moved closer, trying to see what the other was standing on in order to get to his third story window, but saw nothing. Nothing but just this man. How was that even possible? A deep chuckle left his visitor and Baekhyun found his hand removed from the other’s wrist. “Seems we finally meet.” His voice was so deep, it sent shivers down Baekhyun’s spine. “But unfortunately I can’t stay to chat. Maybe another time.” The male ducked back out of his window and Baekhyun gasped, rushing forward, hands pressed on his windowsill.

“Wait!” he called, but there was no one there. No sound. Nothing. It was like the man had never been there. His nameless visitor had appeared and like a ghost, had disappeared into the dark of night, leaving more questions than answers in his wake. He was handsome, with beautifully thick fingers. His voice was deep, almost melodic and Baekhyun was craving to hear more. 

 “I don’t even know your name.” The words barely passed his lips before he heard a whisper, from the familiar voice and for some reason it gave him a sense of hope. Hope this wouldn’t be the last time they would meet and like promised, next time, they could do more than just stare at each other.

“Chanyeol.”

[acatwhowritesthings]

The stranger shifts weakly, looping his arms around Chanyeol's neck and shivering.

Chanyeol carefully waddles to his umbrella and crouches with his legs wide like a heavily pregnant woman, dumping the accumulated water and tucking it between his neck and the mans arm. "I'll just take you myself, okay? It's not far." He actually isn't sure where the hospital is, but he can ask whoever is braving the rain or step in a store. "What's your name? I'm Chanyeol."

"Baekhyun," the stranger mumbles.

"Sorry to meet under the circumstances." Chanyeol squints up at the sky, offering a silent curse to the thick clouds. "Do you know what happened?"

"Yeah." He's not very forthcoming, and it really isn't Chanyeol's business, so he doesn't press for answers.

Continue reading Good Deeds on AO3, AFF, DW

[tsukiwrite]

༺ from dusk to dawn ♟ chankai/sky fic

To no one’s surprise, Jongin was the least interesting out of the three of them.

✧ twilight!au ✦ vampire!sehun & werewolf!chanyeol ✧ established relationship ✦ one-shot

Jongin felt the harsh jagged rocks pierce into his thighs, wanting to cry out in pain, but it was the least of his worries. Honestly, had he not been so focused on what was in front of him, he might’ve milked that pain dry. Ow! Ow, ow, owie… He was just like that. Instead, there was a gnawing pair of canines dripping in drool staring down at him. He felt the dog’s hot breath against his face and everything in his body tensed up. If it was any regular ol’ dog, Jongin may have a fighting chance. Maybe kick the dog off him, run away, or at least do what he could not to watch his own heart get ripped out of his chest. But the dog was big, even bigger than what Jongin knew a wolf to be. It had to be at least his height, and that’s just on its four legs. At least not something you’d find around these parts.

[marshmallow-phd]

Genre: Regency Gothic AU

Pairing: EXO x Reader

Summary: A stormy night brought you to the manor in the middle of the woods. Nine strange men occupied its halls. They won't let you leave. A dangerous secret haunts this estate. Learning it might either be your saving grace or it could lead to the last breath you ever take.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4

**

Lightning lit up the thin curtains covering the two small windows on either side of the carriage. Thunder rumbled and you felt it deep within your chest. Tugging your silk cloak closer, you closed your eyes and prayed that the driver would get you through the storm. There was no one to comfort you, to reassure you that a little rain and noisy sky wouldn't delay your journey.

Your father had insisted you take your sister or even a friend, but the two day’s journey didn’t  seem consequential enough to need a companion. Besides, what would they have done once you arrived? Your elderly aunt had only asked for you. From what you could decipher from her letter, she needed you to be a companion as she traveled to the southernmost coastal town. Apparently, it was now the ultimate fashion to travel to for the summer. Just the idea of rolling waves made your stomach churn. But what was worse was who else would be there–

The carriage jolted to the right. You spread out your arms, only barely catching yourself from falling to the floor. No sane person would have endured such dangerous weather. This storm had come from nowhere. Skies blue and cloudless as you had ever seen bid you farewell in the late morning. Most of the day's journey had been uneventful. Then the joyful light faded. Thunder shook the walls of the carriage. Rain pounded on the roof. When would you reach the inn? Bile rose up in your throat, burning the sensitive tissue as the carriage continued to rock violently. The horses neighed over the sounds of the storm. 

The carriage shifted hard to the left. And kept falling. You slammed into the door, nearly opening it with the force. You didn't know what was happening. The floor was now the wall and the wall the floor. A downward momentum made it impossible to stand. Screams ripped at your throat.

Then it stopped. 

The rain continued to pour and the thunder roared on but the carriage was still. Your legs wobbled as you slowly stood. With your palms, you pushed open the door. The thin wooden panel clapped against the outside of the carriage. Immediately you were pounded by the storm. Large drops pelted your face, obscuring your vision. It was dark. You could tell that much. And there were trees. In every direction. 

You climbed out of the carriage, calling for the driver. Your feet slipped in the mud, but you managed to keep your balance–for now. The mud was thick and sticky as you trudged to the front of the carriage.

 No. No, no, no. Both of the horses were gone. And so was the driver. Somehow, the carriage had fallen down a hill or ravine. With a storm this terrible, you needed to get to higher ground or risk possibly being carried away–or drowning. Clawing and digging your hands and feet into the soaked dirt, you climbed the hard incline back to the road. 

Once you could make out the road, you called for the driver again. No answer. He was nowhere to be found. You needed to find shelter. The storm gave no promise of letting up. You wouldn't survive the night in this forest, even if you went back into the carriage. The only choice was to find sanctuary. You stared in the direction you believed you came from. Nothing but trees and darkness. You turned to the other choice. All the same–wait. 

There was something... when lightning brightened up the sky. Your heart began banging in your ears. Spires, towers. Not trees. It was some distance away, but it was shelter nonetheless. 

With near tears in your eyes, you picked up your skirts–your fingers numb from the cold–and hurried towards the castle that could be your saving grace. 

*****

The manor was calm tonight. Odd, considering the amount of bodies roaming around these haunted halls. Only the beautiful storm outside and Chanyeol's sorrowful melody from the piano broke the silence. Jongin had draped himself over one of the arm chairs as he inspected the wine mixture within his goblet. The taste was… adequate. The cellar would need replenishing soon.

In the corner, a rather lax game of cards covered the small, round table. Minseok smirked at his winning hand. The faded wooden chips with bits of white painted around the edges were piling up in front of Yixing, who leaned back carelessly, sure of his next win. Little did either of them know that the youngest among them had a little... trick his sleeve. As the quickest, Sehun had perfected sleight of hand long ago. None had caught him yet.

A fire roared, coaling the usually gray and brown room in flickering orange. With how close he stood near the fireplace, Kyungsoo's silhouette was visible through his loose shirt. He leaned his palms on the mantel and let the warmth of the flames engulf him. Warmth was all they could feel after all these years. It could be an addiction so strong it was tempting to throw himself into the fire. 

Junmyeon joined him at the fireplace, leaning his shoulders against the brick. The bite of the edge hardly registered in his mind. Pain of that measure... it was only a ghost that had nearly crossed over. 

“Such strong thoughts for a night like this.”

Kyungsoo didn’t look from the fire, but raised a questioning eyebrow in response. 

Junmyeon shrugged a single shoulder. “I can’t read minds, but it's obvious you're turning something over more times than a praying rock.”

“It's the same thoughts,” Kyungsoo murmured in his strange, monotone voice. “Always the same thoughts.”

“One day you will have to let it go,” Junmyeon sighed. “This is our existence now. And forever will be.”

“Acceptance of the present doesn’t erase the past.”

“But it does make the present more enjoyable.” The red liquid sloshed against the rim of the goblet as Jongin draped an arm over Kyungsoo’s shoulders. He wore a mischievous smile. A clear indicator of his true intention. 

Junmyeon shook his head. “We’re not going out tonight. There’s nothing out and about in this storm.” Hunting in these conditions would wield no trophies. Tomorrow would be a better night. 

“Jun’s no fun tonight,” Jongdae teased as he and Baekhyun emerged from the hallway. 

“If you want to go out in this mess,” Junmyeon waved towards the front door. “Be my guest. Just don’t you dare get mud on the rug–”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Help! Please! Help!”

Nine pairs of eyes snapped to the echoing sound. None moved. 

Bang! Bang! 

BANG!

One of the double doors burst open and a figure fell to the floor, landing on its knees and palms. It looked up. A flash of lightning illuminated the face.

The face of a beautiful young girl. 

*****

Your knees vibrated when they hit the wooden floor. Water fell from your loose hair that clung to your cheeks. The chances of  the door opening when you pushed on the handle had been low–yet the barrier that kept you victim to the storm fell open and you crashed downward with it. 

Greeting you in this strange hall were several men, their jaws hanging open in a mirror of your own surprise. More men appeared from a side parlor, curious as to who dared intrude on their evening. One, two, three–you counted nine total. Nine men. This was not ideal–a bit terrifying, really–but you didn't have a choice. The storm raged outside.

"P-please," you stammered past chattering teeth "The st-storm overturn-overturned the carriage.” 

The men stayed silent as they exchanged unreadable glances. One raised a questionable brow. 

"Jongdae, go run a bath," ordered the man closest to you. One of the shorter residents nodded and disappeared into the darkness that led into the rest of the manor. 

That's what this place was. A grand old manor, not a castle. Isolated. When you'd first run through the rusted iron gate, you'd feared it abandoned. A long dormant instinct whispered that you might have been better off if it had been. 

The first man approached, each motion slow, deliberate, and hauntingly graceful. He crouched down in front of you and captured your frightened stare. The fear in you began to melt away. He was… beautiful. Obsidian fell over his forehead in gentle waves. His tunic was of a fashion your grandfather would have worn. There was something strange about this man–all of these men. Something... different. 

"Let's get you warmed up." He held his hand out and you were up on your feet before you even realized your fingers were resting on his. "Don't worry," he murmured. "You're safe here. My name is Junmyeon." 

You nodded, somehow believing him, but unsure if you should. Through your violent chattering, you managed to stammer out your name in response. 

Bang! 

You jumped at the sudden noise. One of the other men had somehow appeared behind you to shut the door you'd fallen through. 

"Thank you, Yixing," the man beside you said. The one named Yixing nodded and then shifted his eyes to you. “Come.” A hand pressed into the space between your shoulder blades and guided you down the hall, leaving a trail of mud in your wake.

The man led you down several halls until you reached an unoccupied bedroom. Red blankets draped the oversized bed. Matching curtains hung limply from the canopy. All of the wood was a dark sort, rich in color but not quite welcoming like other, brighter woods. 

Jongdae emerged from another door on the other side of the bedroom. Steam rolled out after him as if it were following him for its next set of orders. “Anything else?” he asked drily. 

“No, thank you.”

Jongdae strolled the from the room without a glance either of you and closed the door behind him. Your breath hitched in your throat. The two of you were… alone. It wasn’t appropriate. It was…

You looked to the man still with you, fear causing your heart to pound painful against your chest. You tugged your cloak closer to you, but it was soaked from the rain. Shivers violently raced down your arms and spine. The man didn’t seem to notice as he walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a long white cloth. 

“These should suffice for tonight.” He held up the cloth for you to see. A nightgown. An old one by the cut of it, though thankfully it hadn’t been devoured by moths or mice. “If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask.”

You nodded. “Thank you.” 

He visibly suppressed a laugh at your small voice and waved you into the adjoining bathroom. Taking the nightgown, you tried your best to avoid his gaze. You scurried inside and shut the door. 

*****

Junmyeon smirked at your mousy state. It was understandable why you were so frightened. The women of this period were warned of being alone with a man. And now you were alone with nine. 

Nine very dangerous men. 

The proper action for him to take was to leave your room now that you were safe inside the bathroom, but his feet didn’t move. Somehow, the storm had stranded you in their forest. What had happened to the driver, he wondered. Surely a gentlewoman such as yourself was not controlling the carriage. And yet, you were all alone. Circumstances were… ideal.

A small hiss echoed in the bathroom. It stretched out, along with the sound of sloshing water. Junmyeon frowned. 

Hm.

He stood there for a few minutes more, listening to you sigh as your skin grew used to the scalding water. The sound of soap scraping against skin reached his ears, followed by more sloshing water. Soon, you would be getting out of the tub. Time to leave. 

He emerged from the bedroom, careful to close the door as quietly as possible. Everyone had gathered out in the hallway since they were too curious about their visitor to go about their night. Junmyeon found Jongdae blending in with the cluster. He glared at him as he hissed, "The water was too hot." 

Jongdae merely shrugged. Why would he care about water possibly being too hot? It would never hurt him. 

On the opposite end of the group, Yixing cleared his throat. "What are we going to do with her?"

Junmyeon glanced at the door behind him. There was only one best option, for all their sakes. "Tomorrow morning, we will send her on her way." 

The eruption was instant. 

“Enough!”

In an instant, the hissing ceased. 

Baekhyun huffed and folded his arms against his chest, collapsing against the wall. Jongin scoffed. "Such a waste." 

“A waste that will keep this household from tearing itself apart,” Junmyeoun countered. It was an outcome none of them wanted. No one wanted to cause a fight, but resisting was difficult. The temptation was great. The quicker you left, the better off they would all be. 

"Do you really think it’ll end so well?" Minseok’s mocking comment hung in the air. Silent agreements rippled through the air. 

Junmyeon looked to Kyungsoo, whose answer was to look away. "No one touches her," he ordered. They all would try, he knew. But their strength would only get them so far. He stared down a few of them especially, so they knew he meant it.

Sehun pushed off the wall with a roll of his eyes. "Just get her out of here so I can get some peace." 

Junmyeon started to call after him but was interrupted by a soft thud from the room behind him. Confused, he opened the door to find you lying on the floor.

[spacequokka]

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Prompt: The dinner was elegant, with freshly pressed white linen beneath tall white candles that burned in silver holders; and a table set for guests who didn’t eat.

The table Sehun guided you to was massive, enough to fit ten people easily. “The others will come down when they’re ready,” he said as he pushed your chair in. “They gave me permission to start serving you so the food doesn’t get cold.” He uncovered the tray in front of you. The dinner plate was loaded with food that made your stomach growl. To say it smelled delicious would’ve been an understatement.

“Thank you.” You picked up your fork and carefully sampled the vegetables. “If you don’t mind my asking, why are they late? Is it because of work?”

“Oh, I don’t mind at all.” He grinned as he filled your glass with red wine. “You know we invited you here to sign the contract. Well, some of us are just about at our limit. In other words,” he bent down and whispered in your ear, “they had to be��restrained until you’re ready to feed them.”

“Oh. Oh.”

He stood upright again. “Yes. Don’t worry. As soon as they’re secured, the rest will be down shortly to join us.”

[haus-of-wu-ao3]

nothing on my mind except vampire noble taemin (who has air powers btw) just covertly visiting his idol boyfriend jongin at night by flying up to jongin's high rise apartment and slipping in through the window.

jongin just sleeps better when taemin is there, even if taemin barely has to sleep at all and is simply just going through youtube documentaries, trying to learn all there is about the universe despite the fact that pureblood vampires live for centuries.

taemin always slips out before dawn, before the harsh UV rays of sunlight can burn him, and he always leaves a handwritten note.

[ethereal-choi]

~ blood sucker.

© ethereal-choi 2023–2024.

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⤷♡.+ The Vampire Diaries + The Originals; 🧛

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➷ The Bloody Viscount | Yandere!Anthony Bridgerton ❝You had fallen in love with Viscount Bridgerton and he had fallen in love with you. The marriage seemed perfect, but then why did Anthony Bridgerton always come home late and bloodstained?❞ Prologue; Chapter 1; Chapter 2; ➷ The Shadow of the Golden Dragon | Yandere!ASOIAF/HOTD/GOT ❝You have always been an avid reader and your greatest passion was delving into the pages of "A Song of Ice and Fire" by George R.R. Martin. You knew every character, every twist and every detail of the Seven Kingdoms as if they were part of your own life. But what you never imagined is that an unexpected encounter with a mysterious antique book seller would change your life forever.❞ The Shadow of the Golden Dragon Masterlist

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⤷♡.+ Harry Potter; 🔮

⤷♡.+ A Court of Thorns and Roses; 🌹

⤷♡.+ A Song of Ice and Fire; 🔥

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‘‘Don’t you know that you’re toxic?’’ ˚˖੭ Toxic, Britney Spears.

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[exodusmc]

Darling

Genre: Vampire au, smut, 1800s au, moulin rouge inspired

Words: 5313

Paring: Taehyung x Y/n ( female prounouns) X Jungkook

Warning!: hinting at murder, hinting to prostitution, alcohol, oral ( f and m receving), pet names, light dirty talk, penetrating sex without condom, fingering, thigh riding, technically sex in public, biting and blood drinking, more of a dom Tae and sub jk.

a/n: So this idea came from no where and I have based some details on the history of moulin rouge. I was writing smut for Hoongjong from ateez but it didnt really go anywhere so you get this instead. in other news, I'm not really sure what is happening with Baekhyun and exo but i will support them no matter what! ps will post insider soon...

Gif is not mine 

The light around then was dim and a reddish tone. Velvet surrounded most walls and furniture, gold and tassels trying to up the class of the place. Taehyung watched with heavy eyes as Jungkook flirted with some daughter of a rich man. Sweet smoke filled the room and Taehyung popped the first couple of his buttons in his white shirt. He sure was scandalous with only a black vest and rolled up sleeves but it was the whole idea of the club. He could smell a faint touch of sex in the air and any more flirting by Jungkook would sure make it more prominent.  Taehyung's younger friend had lost his tie a long time ago as well and his collarbones sparkled with glitter. 

He stood from his seat and strolled over to the two of them, smirking down to the blushing girl. She was breathless, glossy eyes and under their fingertips. On her chest laid an expensive necklace and he knew they had hit the jackpot. 

“Why don't you come with us, pretty dove…” he grabbed her shoulders, whispering deep in her ear. 

The hunger in Jungkook’s eyes made him look almost insane but that was what Taehyung liked about him, the switch between pleasure and pain. Besides, he too felt the grip slip with the scent of her sweet sweet blood. 

- 

Paris sure was different from London, more cigarettes and pastries, definitely more sun. Jungkook squinted at the gleaming orb, coffee in hand and a frown etched between his dark eyebrows. 

“Sometimes I miss the rain….” he grumbled and Taehyung smiled lightly as he flipped the paper, eyes following the headline. The death of the rich Adaline, the vampires have come to Paris! Jungkook groaned as he too read the title. “ I knew we should have left her somewhere else…”

“You don't need to worry…they don't have a clue of who we are…” Taehyung glanced around at all the people around them.” Where we leave the bodies means nothing as long as we hunt carefully..”

“Sure..” Jungkook huffed out angrily.” But pawning their stuff sure as hell becomes harder when everyone is on the lookout.”

Jungkook dropped the necklace Adaline had worn on the table, leaning back on the chair, chest muscles pushing against his brown vest and white button shirt. 

“Don't be a brat…We don't need money now so we don't need to pawn it in this second…” Taehyung hissed, placing the paper on the table and putting the jewelry in his pocket.” But maybe don't show off it in the meantime…”

“Whatever…” Jungkook started to drink his coffee again, sip after sip which did nothing but make them look more normal. “Where are we going tonight? I still feel hungry.”

Taehyung tsked at the younger boy and his constant hunger. He couldn't remember it being so bad when two years had passed since he turned. 

“I don't know…go look yourself, you’re old enough.” a smile spread over Taehyung’s face at the scowl on Jungkook.

Taehyung wasn't an old vampire himself, only having been immortal for ten years, but he still was Jungkook’s maker and it made him feel better knowing the boy still looked for his guidance.

“I think you can hunt alone now, nothing has gone wrong in a while..” one reason they had moved from London was the growing worry of vampires from the humans and the fact that Jungkooks recklessness caught up to them. He had gone on a spree when he was a mere day and Taehyung was still on that high that had made him turn Jungkook in the first place so he couldn't stop his creation before it was too late. Jungkook had cried so much, still remembering how it was to be human, but it didn't seem to bother him anymore. 

“Well, I don't want to leave right when we got here…” Jungkook didn't trust himself, their feedings still almost always ended in Taehyung needing to pull him off whoever he had seduced that night. 

“No worries Jungkook…just do what you always do and it will be fine..” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders, black hair falling in locks over his forehead while his smile sent chills down Jungkook’s spine. 

-

You were putting the last touches on your costume, fingers playing with the red lipstick and feathers on your head, even patting on your hair. This wasn't your first performance but it was the first time your outfit was like it was. The skirt was red with black details and in the same length it had always been, just like the black thigh highs, but the top…It was a net of pearls and red threads which clung to your breasts and back. One wrong move and it would drop. 

“I don't know about this…” Juliette, a girl who had been here a little longer than you stopped darkening her eyelashes. 

“What?” she wore the same clothing as you but her breast was even bigger. “ It will be fine, besides Charles wants to make it different..”

She stood behind you and started to powder you with the sparkling substance, putting it on your shoulders and  collarbones. 

“Show time girls!” Lynette’s voice jumped between the mirrors in the dancers lounge and you took one last breath before standing up. 

Big lights hung over the middle of the floor and the sides were as full as they usually are, but you couldn't really make out anyone due to the dimer lighting on the sides. The music started and you followed the rhythm with your friends around you, sweat forming as you moved around. Legs lifted and you would never get used to the breeze trailing up your thighs. Turing and doing the splits, up again to lift your leg as high as you could, grateful for the stability of Juliette to your side. Your pulse hammered and you wore that ever lasting smile that was mandatory. The pearls felt like touches over your skin and you missed the more structured top from last week's performance. 

The crowd broke out in cheers, the clapping of their hands buzzing in your ears, as your group to the final pose. Your chest heaved up and down, all the smoke making it harder to breathe. Juliette shifted to your side as the lights dimmed over your head. You always felt this rush to get back to the lounge, take off the smeared makeup and needles holding your hair accessories in place. 

“Good work.” Good, not great…

Lynette watched everyone of her show girls, a frown on her bright lips. Something had gone wrong or she would have been happier now. Maybe a high class patron had shown displeasure or Charls were on her again about making the number…more. 

“Y/n, Chloè, Desiree and Elaine…”lines formed over Lynette’s forehead as she looked through her little black book. You were sure she had her life in that book. “You work the floor..”

Working the floor ment serving drinks to the highest payers and strutting around to make the patrons pay more for special services. Juliette gave you a petty look, her night coming to an end now. 

“I’ll see you later then?” she asked lowly as you started to better your makeup, instead of taking it off. 

“Yes, good night…”the two of you lived wall to wall where most of the dancers had their homes. Small rooms with small kitchens, small everything really. But it was all you could afford, having escaped the threat of working in the industries. 

“Do..do we wear these tops?” Elaine asked ever so carefully, watching Lynette with those wide wide black eyes. She was cute and had this innocence to her but you knew that wasn't the case.

“Yes, now go!” all the girls rushed out and you sighed at the long night this would be.

   You spent most time with a man who owned some sort of mine in another country, a man who was very willing to spend money on drinks and food. He tried to get you to eat and drink but that was against the rules, never take from the guests unless it’s in the form of cash. It didn't mean you had sneaked one or two cigarettes and a little wine in your days there. 

“Now now mister! Please drink up..”your smile was sickle sweet as you got him to drink more, hoping he would become too inebriated to ask for more. There were rooms all over the club, private rooms. You knew that some girls like that aspect of the job but you wondered if their explanations were the truth. 

Most of your customers were in his league of class but on the odd would someone with less money seek you out. Those were usually the fun nights, the nights you could feel like a girl again.

One more hour went by with you on his lap, feeding him and letting him feel the very flesh that built you, until his friends had to help him home. It made you relax, seeing him disappear and the fact that most patrons had their hands on someone already. You had not noticed the shadow in the corner watching you the whole night, not until he slipped behind you. 

Chills went down your spine as cold hands fell upon your bare shoulders, a smile so neat it looked fake. He had dark eyes and equally dark hair. A black suit jacket which followed his toned body until his waist, where it opened to rest by his hips, buttons on his shirt unbuttoned. 

“Are you finally free now, love?” he was english and gleaming under the lights.”Care to join me this time?”

He slipped down on the velvet chair, where the other man had kept you most of the night. But this man held you gently, circling your waist when had been dragged down over his lap. He didn't really smell like anything and was so cold even if you felt like you were burning. 

“Yes of course…”your hand rested on his chest and even the clothes couldn't hide the harness of his muscle. Your smile was back as well but a little more unsure. “ How can I serve you tonight?”

He groaned lowly, pulling you close until he could rest his forehead on your neck. Your pulse started to beat faster as his breath fanned over your skin. You wetted your lips, trying to remember what you were supposed to ask. 

“W-would you like a drink?” he tensed at your words. You had unknowingly asked the worst and best question.”Mr…?”

“Jungkook…my name is Jungkook” he sounded breathless and his hold had turned hard against your skin. You could feel the ghost of his lips on your collarbone and it made your blood sing, rushing to the very place he moved. 

“O-okay Mr Jungkook…” you leaned from him, watching his hazed eyes.”Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Hmm…”he looked at you through black locks, fingers not pressing into your flesh anymore.” Red wine…”

You were on your feet in seconds. He made you feel weird, all gooey and warm. Juliette was superstitious and she had warned you of vampires ever since London had a break out of blood draining deaths. You didn't believe her or the stories but maybe you were wrong. 

Jungkook stared you down when you came back, thighs spread over the seat while he sat comfortably back. You gave him the glass and stood still for a second. Should you run? No, Lynette would skin you alive. The man simply sipped on his drink and watched you with amused eyes. 

“Will you sit back down?” he placed the glass on a dark brown table, patting his right thigh.”Love, please don't leave me cool..”

So you sat down over his thigh, facing his front. Jungkook looked up at you with a soft smile, stroking his thumbs over your waist. People did most things just in the open in the club but full on sex was something people were only allowed to do in the private rooms. Still, this felt way more intimate than anything you had ever done before. 

“Do I scare you, love?” Jungkooks whole face was a trap of concern, everything but his eyes which shone with something brutal, bone breaking.”I don't want you to be…”

“N-no, you don't scare me Mr Jungkook…” you tried to smile but it was stiff. 

Jungkook brought the wine to his lips, drink one gulp before reaching the glass to your lips. You shouldn't drink and you tried to stop yourself from opening your mouth to the pleasant red liquid. 

“Such a good girl.” he smiled, making you drink the last sip before dropping the glass right on the floor. You tensed but no one batted an eye your way. 

His hands found your waist again and started to roll you over his thigh. Air caught in your throat at the action, fingers gripping his suit. Jungkook kept a steady pace, gaze locked on your reddening face. You wondered if he could feel your growing need against his pants or the shuddering of your body. 

“M-mr Jungkook…”you were breathless, shaking slightly when he made it so you landed against his chest. It gave the perfect angle from him to grind your clit on his thigh and have his nose at your neck.

“You smell divine, love..” he groaned close to your ear, moving you in a painfully slow pace.”What’s your name?”

“Y/n…It’s Y/n” you bit your lower lip, trying to stop moans from escaping. Jungkook wasn't in a rush, he took care of you like most men didn't when they were with you. 

“Beautiful…just like the rest of you..” he groaned once again near your ear, nipping slightly at the skin. 

Reality started to slip from your grasp the more he worked you, kisses trailing down to your neck and hands keeping you moving. You were close to crying over the stimulation. One rule was that the clients couldn't leave marks where they could be seen but you didn't have the heart to stop his bites and kisses, not when he made you feel so good. 

Fingers creeped under your skirt until they found your acing pussy. He was gentle as he slipped them inside you but the bite on your shoulder wasn't. You came, sitting back a little on his fingers. Jungkook captured your lips and kissed you until you came down from your high, feeling all empty when he left your insides. You were panting and his eyes were cold. Reality came back as you realised that you were still in the main room. 

Jungkook pulled you back for a harder kiss, so fast you crashed against his chest. It was hungry and teethy, breathtaking. 

“I’ll come back for you, love…”he groaned against your lips, let you sit down and feel how hard he was. “I’ll come and take you home…”

The haze you sat in made you not care for his words, more than that he would come back. 

Jungkook rose from his seat and placed you on it instead, kissing you once more. He held your gaze for a while, fighting with himself for leaving you here but he couldn't stay, not if he didn't want to ruin it all. 

“I’ll come back….”

-

Taehyung woke to the sun filtering through white curtains, the bed wide and empty. Jungkook didn't come home last night apparently but he couldn't hear screams so it most likely went well. However, the calmness was broken when the front door flew up and the aforementioned man came in with distraught hair and bloodshot eyes. 

Taehyung sat with the white bedding over his lap, hair hanging loosely over his forehead and with the sun worshiping his body. He didn't move a muscle when Jungkook threw the door to their apartment shut. 

“Good morning to you too…” he rose from the bed and put on a blue silk robe while his creation started rummaging through their emergency blood. Jungkook drank at least one liter in such a hurry some dropped down the corners of his mouth. Taehyung cleaned him with his thumb before putting the digit in his own mouth.” So tell me, what have you done?”

Jungkook looked at him with wide brown eyes, seemingly coming back to earth. 

“I-I…I found a girl…” Jungkook started and Taehyung couldn't understand why it was such a problem.” She danced at this really popular club and I spent some time with her…”

“Okay and?” Taehyung went to the fancy green chairs which stood by the tall window. Life bustled down on the street under them, the people not disturbed by vampires. 

“I didn't feed on her…” Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a little surprised and confused why Jungkook was in such a frenzy over that.”She..I don't know how to describe it but she smelled so nice and I felt like I would go insane from just tasting her skin. Can you imagine what her blood would be like?”

Taehyung watched him with dark eyes. Jungkook may be a little crazy for blood but not feeding because the idea of the blood felt too good was even crazier. 

“What are you talking about?” the sun lit Taehyung’s eyes to a burning shade, stroking over his tanned skin. 

“That’s the thing! I don't really know more than that she was the best scent I have ever encountered. She was even prettier than the other girls before I caught her scent.” Jungkook fell down on the chair before Taehyung, undoing his vest.” I couldn't stay after I made her cum because I didn't want to destroy the place or her…”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. 

“I left and went to the forest to cool down…”a disgusted look creeped over Jungkook’s face. “I even  drank from some animal…”

“So…If I understand correctly you found a girl that seemingly has the best blood you have ever smelled and you left her, after making her cum, to eat from an animal?” Jungkook looked sheepishly at Taehyung. “Hmmm, I guess you’ll just have to bring me to her.”

-

You couldn't stop thinking about Jungkook or the whole situation. He had left so fast, left you with aching thighs. You hadn't told Juliette or anyone anything but you felt insane. 

“Come on girls! Faster” Lynette urged everyone to hurry getting ready.

You fixed your rogue one last time and glanced down on your shoulder. Jungkook had bitten you but it didn't look too bad and he hadn't left any other marks which meant you were safe from Lynette. 

The music turned up and you performed the same fast dance again with the same wide smile. Turn and lift a leg, lift the leg higher. It was a sweaty routine but the adrenaline made everything feel great. 

The crowd roared their approval once again and you slipped away with the rest of the girls, catching your breath. Juliette smiled at you, grabbing your hand with a little laugh. 

“Much better this time!” Lynette had something aching to a smile on her face.”Y/n, Chloe, Gabrielle and Gicelle on the floor.”

Again? You would have killed to get home early but the smack of the little black book closing told you that it wouldn't happen. Juliette gave you the same look as last night and you got ready to go out again. However, anticipation followed with this time. Jungkook had told you he would be back, so you swallowed and held your head high. 

People laughed and buzzed around you but it didn't take long before your wrist was captured by a cold hand. Jungkook’s hair was wilder this time around as he dragged you to a dark corner where the red velvet  curtains fell over a booth, creating an almost private room. 

Another man already sat there, sipping on red wine when the two of you walked in. Jungkook didn't waste a second to close the curtains, leaving candles to light the round table. You swallowed hard when the man made eye contact, smirking widely. 

“Hello darling…my friend has told me a lot about you.” his voice was raspy and deep, dragging like a cat’s tongue up your spine. Jungkook stood ridgid to your right.”Come sit..”

The mystery man patted to his left and you slipped down, goosebumps raising on our skin as the soft material touched you. Jungkook sat down on your other side and you felt like a trapped animal. 

“My name is Taehyung and yours is?” the mystery man asked, taking another sip of his wine.

“Y/n…it’s nice to meet you Mr Taehyung..” you swallowed again, feeling your mouth dry. You should tell them that this service would cost but you couldn't get another word out. They were both really beautiful. 

“Only Taehyung…and Jungkook is fine..” he smiled down at you, fingers capturing your chin so he could move your head to the side. “What are you going to offer us?”

Your mind blanked, eyes finding Jungkook’s intense stare. It didn't feel like he was talking about food, drinks or even sex, but you didn't know what else at the same time. 

“A-anything you can afford Mr- I mean Taehyung…” he pulled your head so you could look him in the eyes, lowly laughing at your answer. 

“Well that is great…Jungkook make our darling ready…”Taehyung let you go with a dismissive voice but you didn't have time to think more about him when Jungkook disappeared down under the table. 

You could feel his hands make their way up your legs until they reached your clothed core. He ripped the fabric off you and started assaulting your pussy with his lips, sucking and licking at everything. You barely managed to keep the scream down, leaning into the cushions behind your back. Taehyung made you lean against him instead, watching you with an amused shine in his honey eyes.  He put an arm around you while he poured more wine in his glass. Jungkook worked you closer and closer under the table, forcing your quivering thighs to stay spread. 

“He´s good with his mouth isn't he?” Taehyung smirked at your hazy eyes, drank some wine before he put his lips on yours, parting them so the red liquid could slip down your throat. You clenched your skirt, swallowing every drop until Taehyung left your lips. You came panting, back arching into Taehyung's side.”Shh shh, let it go darling…”

He whispered in your hair, taking deep breaths of you and your rushing blood. Taehyung drank more wine, looking at you with hooded eyes. 

“You should give Jungkook a reward..he has made you cum, twice..” Taehyung nodded down to where the younger one still hid, kissing your groin and stroking your thigh.” Don't you think he deserves it?”

You nodded breathlessly, watching as Taehyung leaned into you with a sinister smile.

“Tell him then, darling. Tell him he can take a sip.” you didn't understand what he meant by that but you whispered that Jungkook could and the man didn't waste a second to bite down on the inside of your thigh. 

Jungkook drank greedily from your body and you should scream or run but a rush of adrenaline turned the sligh pain to pleasure. You threw your head back crying out into your hand. It felt like you were getting off again and Taehyung’s lips on your collarbones didn't make things easier. 

“Now now…We need to be careful with our darling…” Taehyung pushed Jungkook until he detached from your thigh. “Don't forget to kiss the wound…”

Jungkook came up from under your skirt again, mouth covered in your cum and a small string of blood. His irises shone bright red and his plush lips were pushed down by sharp canines. 

“Is our darling slut ready? Hmm?” Taehyung laughed at the sight of his creation but was a little jealous that he got to taste you first deep down.

“Yes and she tastes divine…”Jungkook could suck you dry right then and there but he was happy Taehyung didn't let him. 

“In which way?” the man to your side laughed lightly as he spoke, kissing the top of your head.”Are you ready for the main event darling?”

You gasped as he pushed the wine off the table, placing you right on it. Both men stood looming over you, Jungkook by your head and Taehyung between your thighs. He ripped your skirt in half, left your lower half cool to the air. Long, slender fingers slid down fabric as Taehyung undressed from his shirt, leaving you to stare at his skin. He dropped his slacks and underwear, cock hard and eager for your wetness. His hand found your hips and you could feel the tip of his cock as he moved it up and down. 

“Do you want me in you, slut?” you quivered, eyes squeezing shut as you nodded.”Say it!”

“Yes! Yes I want you inside me, please~~” Taehyung pushed inside your pussy, taking care to let you adjust but it was hard not moving directly in your heat. He groaned over you and rolled his hips carefully. 

Jungkook was painfully hard over your head, muscles on display since he had lost his shirts somewhere along the line. You could see his cock strain against the fabric of his pants.

“Uh Uh…focus on me, slut..” Taehyung left your pussy, just to push completely inside you again.”He has had his fun, it's my turn now.”

He angled his hips in a way which hit a spot which sent stars to your gaze. You moaned loudly, hands coming to grasp his soft hair. Taehyung leaned over you, moved so deep and fast you felt like it was hard to breathe. He kissed between the junction of your neck and shoulder, small small kisses until he bit and pierced your skin. Blood moved from your to him as he fucked you hard on the table. He drank and drank, groaning against your skin. 

Jungkook moaned over your head. He couldn't touch you yet but he couldn't stop himself from stroking his cock at the sight of Taehyung fucking you hard, of him drinking your delicate blood. 

“Fuck…” Taehyung left your neck and smiled at his creations' breathy whisper.”She looks so good”

Taehyung licked his red stained lips, his irises also red now. 

“You were right…” he straightened from your body, groaning as he pushed into you. “She is delicious…our little slut..”

Jungkook gave the older one a hopeful eye and Taehyung felt like being nice today, besides being so hard must hurt. He pushed you closer to the other edge of the table, keeping a steady hold and pace. You could feel him in the deepest parts of yourself. 

“Go ahead Jungkook, use her little mouth..” your eyes widened as Jungkook pushed slowly past your lips, shuddering as you desperately tried to swallow around him.

“So good…” Jungkook petted your cheek with affection in his red eyes. “Such a good girl.”

He pushed until you couldn't take more, gurgling around his cock. Taehyung had been still until he thought you were okay, then he moved with an eagerness that hadn't been there before. He lifted one of your legs so it could rest on his shoulder and it pushed you deeper on Jungkook’s cock. The boy threw his head back but all you saw was hard abs. Teras and spit ran all over your face, your body in their complete control. You felt a sharp pain shoot from just above your knee when Taehyung bit you again, sucking the warm blood from your veins. Jungkook leaned over the table, completely filling your throat and mouth, and kissed Taehyung to get a taste of your blood. His fingers threaded through Taehyung’s hair as he moved in and out of your pussy. 

“Greedy brat…” Taehyung laughed but ended the sound with a groan as you clamped down on him, struggling to breathe slightly.”You need to let our slut breathe Jungkook…”

He left your mouth with a wet pop, cock dripping in your spit as you caught slightly while air rushed down to your lungs. Taehyung kept moving in and out of you, hand pressing down on your lower stomach. You whined out, eyes managing to catch Jungkook’s before he moved back into your mouth. You were pushed between the two of them, listening to the wet sounds echo in your ears. 

Jungkook removed your thread shirt and flicked at your nipples, groaning when you swallowed around his cock. Taehyung loved the sight of your flushed flesh and stuffed pussy, your heat made him almost burst right then and there. Jungkook played some more with your breasts before he leaned down and bit the side of your stomach. They boy couldn't get enough of your blood and he cummed down your throat with one last hard suck from you. The mixture of cumming and tasting your blood made him lightheaded. He tasted saltier than other men but it wasn't unpleasant, not when Taehyung pushed at your spot. 

He grabbed your waist and sat down on the cushioned seat. A dazzling smile filled your vision as he met your falling body. 

“Such a good slut…You did great…” he stroked over your hair, stroked the inside of your pussy. 

You panted over him, head falling back as he sunk his teeth into the top of your left breast. One hand held you up right while the other trailed down to your clit. Taehyung knew he was close so he wanted you to cum for him. It didn't take long for him to get you there, back arching into his mouth while your pussy clenched on him, milking him for all his worth. You almost screamed as you came a second time that night, collapsing into his hard body. 

Taehyung laughed a little breathy over your shoulder, maneuvering the two of you until he could slip out of you. He kissed every place someone had bit you so the wounds would close up. He was very gentle, so gentle that you had a hard time keeping your eyes open or maybe it was the blood loss. 

“It’s okay darling, rest…” he whispered into your ear, getting Jungkook to drape his coat over your cooling body. 

Most of your clothes had been destroyed so the two of them would have to go shopping for you and you would need food, preferably something high on iron. Taehyung smiled down at your sleeping form, cleaning your face a little from smeared makeup and saliva.

“Come on Jungkook, we need to get her back…”

-

You sat up fast, eyes scanning a light blue walled big room. You were aching and only covered by a white silk cover. The sun shone into the room through thin curtains, moving slightly with a soft breeze from the opened window. Memories of last night, or at least you thought it was from last night, flickered in your mind. The crushing feeling of cumming and sharp teeth. You looked at your thigh and could see two faint marks on it but if you didn't know to look there, they would be almost undetectable. 

The door was suddenly pushed opened and in came the two men in your memories. Jungkook smiled wide and Taehyung came to kiss the top of your head. 

“Morning darling, slept well?” he let go of his bags, fabrics poking out of them. 

Jungkook dropped his outerwear and vest, crawling up the bed until he could pull you close to him, face resting in the crook of your neck. Taehyung did the same and took your other side, stroking his fingers over your covered stomach. Red eyes flashed in your mind and you realised Juliette had been right.