baekyeol; I'm ready for the fall (ready for the colors to burn to gold and crumble away) [5/6]

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I’m ready for the fall (ready for the colors to burn to gold and crumble away)

It’s hard, letting go
I’m finally at peace but it feels wrong
Slow, I’m getting up
My hands and feet are weaker than before
Silhouettes - Of Monsters and Men

baekhyun

They drive slowly towards the residential zone, avoiding the patches of snow and ice at the sides of the desolate road. The Christmas lights hanging from roofs and windows are their only companions.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” says Baekhyun, almost as an afterthought, when he realizes that no one is around. When he talks, thorns of pain stab his abdomen.

“Do you celebrate Christmas?” asks Chanyeol, in a futile attempt of distracting him from the pain.

“I’m a vampire, Chanyeol.” Chanyeol shrugs. “My mom is a vampire too, but she still celebrates Christmas.”

The car stops in front of a tiny walkway covered in snow. The house is pink and heavily decorated with wreaths of spruce and mistletoe, dotted by intermittent, flashy Christmas lights. A warm, golden glow coming from the window lights up the garden.

Baekhyun squints through the pain and fatigue to read the name written above the doorbell. “You brought me to your mother’s house?” he asks, disbelieved.

“Junmyeon will be here.” Chanyeol grimaces as he says it. “He will know how to help you.”

Chanyeol may not look happy, but Baekhyun feels grateful. He’s too weak to even walk, let alone fight. If Seulgi decides to attack them now, it’s over. Chanyeol would never defeat her. He was barely able to listen to her voice without falling on his knees, totally Charmed.

To Baekhyun’s utter dismay, he can’t even get out of the car on his own. He has to wait for Chanyeol to come out and pick him up like a rag doll. It’s a humiliating position, but worse than anything else is that he puts him in close proximity of Chanyeol’s neck.

Baekhyun doesn’t remember drinking Chanyeol’s blood when the other boy woke him up - he was too far gone, his rationality pulled taut around the swelling knot of bloodlust in his chest - but he can still conjure the taste of it in his mouth after he woke up. Delicious, tantalizingly sweet, and scalding enough to warm up Baekhyun’s insides. The taste in his memory fits the smell of Chanyeol’s blood in reality and together they make Baekhyun’s head spin with want.

Baekhyun can’t believe Chanyeol has offered him his blood. He can’t believe he had to strength to refuse. But he did it. And he’s relieved Chanyeol hasn’t asked again, because now Baekhyun is too weak to refuse a second time. He closes his eyes, focuses on the burning pain instead of the thirst.

Chanyeol manages one, two steps before he’s forced to stop, a black shadow looming menacingly in front of him. “Identify yourself!”

“I’m Joohyeon’s son, I was invited for dinner.”

“Who’s the vampire? I can’t let you bring an unknown threat into my sire’s house.”

The voice is almost familiar, but Baekhyun is too far gone to follow the conversation. He listens to the anger mounting in Chanyeol’s veins and quickening his heartbeat instead. “It’s my mother’s house, actually-”

“It doesn’t matter-”

“-and you have no right to stop me-”

“-I am not allowed to let you pass-”

“Stop, both of you!” Even shouting is painful. “Put me down, Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol’s hold around Baekhyun’s body tightens protectively for a moment but he cautiously lowers him to the ground in the end. Baekhyun turns and a flash of recognition passes on the guard’s face.

“Mr. Byun.”

Just as he thought. Junmyeon is not the type to take unnecessary risks, especially with the last attacks against the Undead community. The vampires surrounding the house are his most faithful, powerful and old fledglings. “Jonghyun, it’s been a long time. As you can see, we are in a hurry to meet your master.”

He tries to keep his voice steady but it’s difficult when his blood is leaving a dark trail all over Park Joohyeon’s neat garden. He staggers and Jonghyun hunches forward, trying to catch him, but Chanyeol is faster.

“Look, can we get inside or not?” he exclaims, not hiding his urgency.

“What happened?” Jonghyun asks, but Chanyeol doesn’t bother to answer and Baekhyun is too busy struggling to stay awake. Everything hurts. Chanyeol’s arms wrap around him again, holding him close, and it’s only with his help that he can take the few steps across the lawn separating them from the door of the house. He can hear Jonghyun and Chanyeol talking, the words floating weightless in his mind. Killer, silver, arrow, trap, spy, almost dead, blood. He needs blood, more than anything else. The thirst is like a torture, clogging his throat, and Chanyeol is so, so close.

He barely recognizes Junmyeon’s voice over the chanting of thirst in his head. “Hang in there, Baekhyun, I’m going to give you my blood.”

The words are like a slap to his face, jolting him awake. “Are you mad?” He tries to get up but he falls down, tripping on his own blood. “You can’t! What about your mate?”

Junmyeon hesitates. “Joohyeon will understand. We haven’t... done it yet. It’s safe, it won’t hurt you...”

Baekhyun nods weakly. He would refuse again, but his regeneration powers have stopped working somewhere between the car and the white walkway in front of Park Joohyeon’s house. The silver is slowly corrupting his body. He needs Junmyeon’s blood, or any other vampire’s blood.

Ichor, vampire blood, is poison for humans - they crumble under its weight, their frail body too quick to corrode and decay - but it can give an incredible strength to vampires, boosting their original powers. It’s also incredibly dangerous. There is a reason why blood exchanges among vampires are something sacred, to be shared only between lovers or blood family.

The first taste of Junmyeon’s blood on Baekhyun’s tongue is like a balm, the second is a jolt of adrenaline that shakes his spine and reactivates the regeneration process, making him arch like a cat on the table. It’s painful, like jumping in icy water and feel frost biting at the flesh, tearing nerve endings apart. The third is simply arousal, burning through Baekhyun’s throat, down his chest, opening paths of lust in his belly. He gasps, his fangs snapping on Junmyeon’s wrist like a beartrap, cutting through hard skin, tendon and cold muscle. He licks and sucks and moan, making a mess of himself and not really caring. It’s bitter and so cold it burns, but the animal in him craves the blood more than the man in him clings to his own dignity. Somewhere, at the corner of his mind, he’s barely aware that Chanyeol is still in the room, and he’s seeing Baekhyun moan like a bitch in heat, totally helpless in his bloodlust, totally dependent on the few droplets of ichor Junmyeon is letting him take.

Baekhyun doesn’t stop to think that drinking the blood of a vampire who’s not a lover of a member of the family can drive him to madness or turn him into a slave, forever destined to crave Junmyeon’s bitter blood. He can only feel his body burning and healing on its own, urging him to jump Junmyeon with his newfound strength and get more blood, more ichor, more ambrosia, the nectar of the gods, to quench his thirst.

“Enough!”

Junmyeon growls and Baekhyun growls too, unhappy at the interruption of his lunch, but Chanyeol unsheathes his dagger, the silver one, and all the vampires in the room take an instinctive step forward except Junmyeon, who growls. Chanyeol doesn’t back off. “I think he’s drunk enough off you, let him go.”

“It’s not your call, kid,” says Junmyeon, his voice an unhappy hiss, but Chanyeol does not back off.

“I am not a kid and he’s not yours, you already have my mother. Stick to your own vampire and don’t give me reasons to add ‘cheating bastard’ to the list of your brilliant qualities!”

Junmyeon hesitates, fangs still bared in an unattractive snarl, before he leaves the room without turning back.

Chanyeol helps Baekhyun up, cleaning Junmyeon’s blood from his cheek with a corner of his sleeve. Baekhyun feels his face warming up in shame when he realizes Chanyeol has seen him hanging from Junmyeon’s lips as he drank and drank. There’s also no way Chanyeol has missed Baekhyun’s quite evident, stiff erection.

“Are you alright?”

There’s no judgment in Chanyeol’s eyes, but Baekhyun already knows the boy is a great actor. Maybe he’s trying to hide his repulsion. The thought brings a tiny, sour smile to Baekhyun’s lips.

“Yes,” he answers, “thank you for stopping him though. Leave us, it’s alright,” he orders, and the other vampires in the room leave, although reluctantly.

Chanyeol helps Baekhyun up and stares vaguely fascinated as the wound from Seulgi’s silver arrow heals on its own and disappears without a sound. It leaves behind a faint, almost invisible mark on the skin. “What was happening with Junmyeon?” he asks. “You two looked strange.”

“Junmyeon was really upset. He almost left something really stupid happen because he wasn’t strong enough to stop me from taking his blood and I wasn’t strong enough to stop myself. If we had kept drinking, we would’ve forged a connection between us.”

Chanyeol considers him for a moment. “What kind of connection?”

“A Bond. Something like... a marriage. Very difficult to untie once it’s settled.”

Vampires don’t feed off each other. They don’t need each other’s blood to survive. Vampires bite each other to show belonging, to celebrate a relationship in the most immediate and carnal way, to give themselves completely and stake and strengthen a claim. Blood exchange is a matter of confidence and mutual trust. But when it’s done between two strangers, and even worse, when it’s not mutual, the relationship it creates is too unbalanced, one of the parts becoming too dependent on the other, like a fledgling to his sire. Baekhyun could’ve lost his free will to Junmyeon, had he kept drinking, but maybe it’s better if Chanyeol only knows the Bond works like a marriage,

“Oh... That’s why you asked him if he had done it with my mom.”

“If they had done it, I would’ve refused Junmyeon’s help. It’s never wise to come between couples of Bonded lovers.”

“Why couldn’t he stop you on his own?”

Baekhyun chuckles. “Because I’m a great catch. I’m the oldest vampire around, everyone wants to Bond with me.”

Seeing Chanyeol’s angry face, he’s quick to rectify. “I don’t usually go around accepting anyone’s blood though. I’ve only done it with Jongdae once, and my sire. And Junmyeon today, but only because it was an emergency.”

Chanyeol pouts and gets close to Baekhyun, too close for comfort. The are only mere inches apart when Chanyeol speaks. “You have dark blood everywhere. Clean up, we’re leaving.”

“Right now?”

Chanyeol takes his backpack and forcefully open the door, gesturing for Baekhyun to come outside. He grabs Baekhyun’s arm when he realizes that the older has no intention to move on his own.

“You told me your mother celebrates Christmas. Wouldn’t she want you to stay with her for tonight? Come on, Chanyeol, the house is protected. No one knows where we are. It would be safer if we stayed here.”

Chanyeol hesitates, his face torn in a mixture of hope and terrible rage. His fingers tighten around Baekhyun’s forearm so tightly that, hadn’t he been a vampire, he would’ve screamed in pain.

“Chanyeol, are you already leaving?” They turn towards their gracious host, a petite figure in white walking down the stairs. “I thought you were going to stay until dawn, at least. This house is safe.”

It’s the first time Baekhyun gets to observe the infamous Park Joohyeon, but he has heard a lot about her. Junmyeon has had many lovers in the past, humans and vampires. He’s always had power, charm and a plenty occasions to meet the most beautiful women in the world. Park Joohyeon is not one of them. She’s not exceedingly pretty, the kind of woman who’d make every man turn his head on the streets. Hyuna was that kind of woman. Ji-eun could be, when she wanted. Park Joohyeon looks... strangely unremarkable. Pretty, but so normal. She doesn’t look a lot like her son and Baekhyun could only guess that he has took his strong, boyish beauty from his father and not from her.

She stares at him too, unashamed and just a little resentful. Baekhyun knows she can still smell Junmyeon’s blood on him, a privilege she hasn’t had the chance to taste yet. But she’s like a child in his eyes, perhaps so much more than her son, and Baekhyun is not afraid of her jealousy. She’s still so young, so human, so alive. It will take entire decades, people living and dying and leaving her behind, for time to stop for her too, for her second life to turn into her first and only hell, for her to become a porcelain doll with a soul hidden so deeply inside her chest she couldn’t find it even if she wanted. Maybe one day she will drag herself among the ruins of fallen cities, mourning all the memories she left behind. But she’s still young, just like Chanyeol. The difference between them is that she will stay young for so many years, while her son will grow up, becoming a man, living a life away from her. In the end, he will go on and she’ll be the one left behind.

“I am sorry,” he says, when from the confusion in her eyes he realizes she doesn’t know what to do of his staring. “My mind likes to wander. It happens when you’ve been through so many years.”

She bows, slightly. She still doesn’t like Baekhyun, but she’s fascinated by him. He chuckles. If he had such a strong effect on Junmyeon, an old vampire lord, he can’t even imagine how shamefully attracted to him Park Joohyeon must be feeling.

“My name is Byun Baekhyun. I know what you are thinking, my lady, but I have no intention of stealing your sire, so please bear no ill will towards me.”

She blushes, enticingly pretty. She’s nothing special, but the way she smiles at Baekhyun after recollecting herself makes him see a glimpse of what Junmyeon must have seen in her when he decided to save her life after the terrible incident that took away Chanyeol’s father.

“Can’t you please stay a little more?” she asks. The question is for Chanyeol but she looks at Baekhyun, and it’s Baekhyun who answers. “I suppose we could.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” rebuts Chanyeol as quickly as he can but Baekhyun simply shushes him. “Then, where would you like to go? We have no plan, no backup, no other hideout...Seulgi is out there to take my life and you are not able to fight her. Sit down, Chanyeol, please. Plan our next move, rest a little. You could try to sleep.”

Chanyeol looks like he’d stab his own eyes rather than close them in a house full of vampires. He clearly wants to fight, but he has no logical arguments to counterattack. His mother wisely says nothing. There’s too much tension in this house, thinks Baekhyun with a dramatic sigh. It reminds him of the first days Sehun had come to live with him, Kyungsoo and Jongdae, all the misunderstandings and the fights.

“Wait for me here,” he asks, and Chanyeol bristles angrily, suddenly stripped of the right to be in charge and giving orders. “Please.” That, at least, seems to calm Chanyeol.

“I need to talk with Junmyeon one last time before I leave. Take me to him please,” is what he says to Joohyeon instead. She nods. “Follow me.”

Like a heartbeat drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost
And what you had
And what you lost
Dreams - G. Aplin ft. Bastille

Joohyeon’s steps are slow, her face stiff. Baekhyun has long forgotten the pain of the first days after the Turning. The world stops spinning and you feel so utterly invincible, thirsty and horribly alone. It takes time - for some vampires a lot more than usual - to learn how to scroll immortality out of their shoulders and learn to live again. Showing emotions is especially tricky. Vampires are sensitive to the slightest change of expression, the tiniest flicker in someone’s eyes. They simply don’t need grand displays of feelings. Humans, of course, don’t really understand it. They just think vampires has no feeling.

From the almost inaudible sigh that leaves Joohyeon’s lips, she must feel upset.

“He will come around, someday,” says Baekhyun, in a polite attempt at small talk.

“Chanyeol, you mean? I don’t think he will. When I was bitten, everything lost its meaning. I don’t remember much of the first days. One day I woke up and I realized my little boy was a man and he hated me.” Her voice is almost inaudible now, imperceptibly bitter. “And he has all the reasons to.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

Her eyes flicker to his, just for a moment, before she lowers them as a form of respect to Baekhyun’s age. “Of course, my lord.”

Baekhyun is no lord, but he doesn’t correct her. “Chanyeol told me you believe in God.”

The entire room seems to tremble in fury as he lets out the word, softly, in total contrast with the tremendous effort he has to make to just utter those three letters. Joohyeon stutters and trips, visibly shivering. Young, too young, she can’t even hear the word without feeling pain, let alone pronouncing it.

“I... I wish I will live long enough to be able to say His name the way you do.”

“You lost your husband and your mortality, why would you still have faith?”

“Don’t you believe in anything?”

It’s not about believing or not believing. Baekhyun knows that there is a god somewhere. It’s not a comforting thought. “I’ve been cheating death for the past four hundred years. I believe God is pretty angry with me, because every day of this cursed life feels like a punishment.”

“You talk like my son. Maybe you are more similar than you think, but let me tell you something, my lord. I could’ve died, but I’m still alive. I could’ve been alone but I still have my son and my daughter. I have Junmyeon. It’s not punishment, it’s a gift.”

Baekhyun would like to believe her, but she’s so young, pure, untouched by time. Vampires often believe they can live outside of time, like immortal, perfect creatures, but it’s actually the opposite. They spend years and years, decades and centuries floating in time, sinking in time, drowning in time, until it changes them, taking away their loved ones, taking away their hopes and their will to die, until every day just feels like an eternal damnation without an exit. Sleep, when it comes, is a relief. But this girl has hope. She’s so different, so old and young at the same time, and now he knows why Junmyeon has chosen her. He must have seen it, how bright and beautiful, how strongly she believes she is something better than a monster. That her second life is a gift and not a curse. He must have wanted to feel like that too.

Baekhyun smirks. “Keep your faith, Joohyeon, and don’t let it go. I hope you can keep it through your darkest years, and maybe you can give it to Junmyeon too.” She surely made Baekhyun wish he could have some of his own.

Junmyeon, like the sophisticated, prosperous, overdramatic fucker he is, drinks blood from golden flutes. When he spots Baekhyun’s disapproving stare he simply raises his eyebrow. “Please sit down and stop with the judging face, Baekhyun, I know you refuse to drink blood if it’s not from a crystal flute so your outrage for my goldenware is totally uncalled for.”

“Crystal flutes are... crystal. They enhance the taste.”

“Frozen blood always tastes like shitty blood, whether you drink it from Starbuck cups, gold or crystal flutes. The only decent way to drink it would be...”

“...straight from the pulsing vein. It’s nice to see that even after a couple of decades you still use the same catchphrases.”

Now Junmyeon smiles, quite smugly. “Joohyeon likes my catchphrases.”

“She has all the eternity to find them boring.”

Junmyeon’s face clouds faster than the sky before a summer storm. “An eternity is a long time to be with someone. Let’s both not go there, Baekhyun.” They’ve both had their fair share of defeats, broken hearts and broken promises mended with blood.

“Is this why you haven’t exchanged your precious blood with that poor girl yet? She was really jealous of me today.”

“She’s too young,” retorts Junmyeon, suddenly getting defensive. “It’s too soon to trust her.”

“Sometimes Bonds really do last forever, Junmyeon.”

“You know when I’ll believe this? At the end of time, after spending forever with the same person. Only then, I’ll be able to believe true Bonds exist. You and I both know we can’t afford the luxury to get hurt so easily, not when we have so much time to regret our mistakes afterwards.”

But isn’t doing nothing a mistake too? Isn’t wasting time the biggest mistake, even if vampires have so much of it at their disposal? Baekhyun wants to ask, but he’d rather not face such a delicate topic with Junmyeon. Not when Baekhyun himself lives on the brink of self-destruction, hiding behind the stone walls of his room when the weight of reality - and of his own mistakes - becomes too much to bear. It would be quite self-righteous.

“Seulgi is alive,” he says, breaking the tense silence of the room. “And she almost killed your brother yesterday night.”

“So I’ve heard. And it’s quite the unbelievable news, since I thought she was dead.” His voice sounds cold and lifeless, but Baekhyun can see he’s angry. He’s so angry.

“Junmyeon...”

“You told me she was dead!“

Junmyeon bares his fangs in a feral growl, but it takes a single flash of red in Baekhyun’s eyes to make him back off. Not that Baekhyun would’ve attacked him, but luckily for him Junmyeon, unlike Chanyeol, doesn’t understand it’s only a bluff.

“You think I would’ve walked away knowing she was alive? I only found out her identity when she tried to kill me and Sehun!”

“You’re her sire though, you could’ve stopped her! You should’ve sensed her!”

“How could I have? I was already sleeping when she rose again! I didn’t feel her awakening and she made sure I could never do it. Even now, I can’t feel her presence at all. She’s been shielding herself from me.”

“After everything we did to make sure that all the secrets of the Fil Rouge died with them...”

Centuries of knowledge on vampires, how to find them, how to render them helpless, how to be immune to their powers. How to kill them. Junmyeon had destroyed everything with fire, he had worked hard to ensure a treaty between vampires and humans, to make them coexist peacefully. Baekhyun had simply watched as history unfolded itself in front of his eyes, as battles were fought and won. He didn’t care enough about humans - not anymore - and he didn’t want to be part of their society. For him, it was a passive change, but for many of his kind was the beginning of a new life, something they had wanted, something they had always hoped for. Something that is going to crumble soon if they don’t stop Seulgi.

“She knows many ways to hinder my power. My only hope is to give her an order face to face. I already tried twice, but the first time she had me trapped in a magic circle of salt and silver and the Bond between us was too unstable.”

Junmyeon nods, “Of course, that witch... What about the second time?”

“The second time it worked, but she ran away before I could order her anything. She didn’t think I was able to use my powers against her because of the silver arrow in my back. She only got closer when she thought I was down and unable to pose a threat. She’s smart, Junmyeon.”

She’s always been smart and dangerous. Baekhyun has done his research after her ‘death’, looking through the archives of the Fil Rouge while he and Junmyeon made sure that the guild was broken apart and its members killed. Seulgi had been their ace, one of their best hunters. Baekhyun had never realized while he was with her, too caught up in the lie of the young, naïve girl who fell in love with a vampire.

“She’s a hunter. Becoming a vampire didn’t change that, it only gave her more weapons against us. And there’s more than that. According to Chanyeol, she has a mole at the police station. When Chanyeol was appointed my official human babysitter, he decided to bring me home, his home. No one knew about us going there except my brothers and some of his coworkers at the station. But she found us anyway.”

Junmyeon’s fingers drum against the expensive mahogany desk. The room is too elegant, out of place in the modern, essential design of the rest of the house, white and shiny steel against ancient , polished gold. Junmyeon was never afraid to mix new and old - mortal and immortal.

“I want that bitch dead. For me, for Minseok, for you, for every fucking vampire she has killed or she wants to kill. Will you try to stop me?”

“You must understand, Junmyeon, I never wanted to kill Seulgi. I loved her. And I’ve spent many years mourning her death and hating myself for killing her, for falling in love with her, for not realizing how crazy she was. She’s always been a monster, but in Turning her into one of us I made her stronger. Helping you to put her down is my responsibility.”

Junmyeon’s relief is evident. “I’m glad to hear it because you’re the only one who can stop her.”

Baekhyun already knows what Junmyeon wants from him. It’s the reason Junmyeon agreed to let Baekhyun drink his blood, despite the danger it posed to both of them. Now Baekhyun owes him, and blood debts aren’t something that can be easily paid.

“You want to use me as bait to find her.”

“Not exactly. What I have in mind doesn’t require your active participation, but I need you to follow my lead or she will never fall in my trap. Look,” he points to a map of the touristic zone at the west of the city, all white boulevards and tiny, colorful houses, “this is where I want to attract her. Chanyeol said she has a mole at the station, didn’t he? He could tell them you’re going to hide, let’s say, in a tiny motel at the border of the city. I will put my men on watch there every night. She will think you’re there, well protected.”

“She will think it’s a trap.”

“Yes, but she will also think you’re in there and she will find a way to get inside. When she won’t find you inside she will feel lost. She will make a mistake. And we will catch her.”

“Without me.”

Junmyeon leans on the table to have a better look at Baekhyun. “I can’t let you fight her. If something happens to you, if she remains without a sire... Even worse, if she kills her own sire, she will get stronger than we can imagine. You didn’t sire any other vampires so she’ll inherit all your power.”

“So what I should I do? Hide here under the gowns of your lover with her son as my only defense?”

“No, Baekhyun, absolutely not. I think the safest place for you is your nest, and nowhere else.”

Baekhyun weighs his options in silence. Junmyeon’s plan is a hazard, because Baekhyun’s house is probably the first place where Seulgi would look for him. But it’s also where Baekhyun’s nest is, a place charged with Baekhyun’s powers, intimately linked with him. He’d be stronger there.

This assuming the plan doesn’t work. But if it does - and it probably will, like the majority of Junmyeon’s plans do - Seulgi will never come to look for him in his nest. She’ll die in a tiny, colorful, rented house in the touristic district.

There is something else. Baekhyun knows he should talk about Seulgi’s obsession with Sehun to Junmyeon, but he can’t bring himself to do it. If what Seulgi said was really true, then it belongs with Sehun’s past and Sehun has no memories of it. He lost everything when he was Turned and he never tried to remember. Baekhyun doesn’t want to dig something potentially painful for his little brother, whom he loves with all his cold, hard vampire heart. He shakes his head and decides he’ll keep the secret.

“What if I insist on hunting her down myself?” he asks instead. He doesn’t really want to, but he’s curious to see what Junmyeon will answer.

“I can’t stop you, but do you really think you would be able to defeat her, Baekhyun?”

He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even know where to start to fight her.

“What about Chanyeol? I have a feeling he won’t like this.”

“I’ll deal with him personally, don’t worry.”

It’s the cue for Baekhyun to leave. Junmyeon gets up to walk him to the door. Before they can open the door, Junmyeon stops him.

“I’m sorry for before. I put us both in a difficult situation.” It takes a moment for Baekhyun to understand he’s talking about the blood exchange and how it could’ve hooked Baekhyun on his blood.

“Oh, don’t worry about that! Actually, I should thank you. You saved my life today.”

There’s a dangerous twinkle in Junmyeon’s face. His dark eyes are usually difficult to read, but today he feels weakened by the blood loss and his gaze discloses under the pressure of Baekhyun’s curiosity.

“I’m also sorry about this, Baekhyun.”

He blinks when Junmyeon gets closer, too close, invading his personal space, but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t react. Junmyeon is one of his closest friends, he has no reason to shy away from his touch. That split second of uncertainty is how much it takes Junmyeon to kiss him, just at the door slowly cracks open.

The press of Junmyeon’s lips is crisp and bitter, like his blood. His hands come up to cup Baekhyun’s face, a chilly caress, and when he lets Baekhyun go - it lasted a few seconds and Baekhyun barely realize it - he flashes Baekhyun a fake warm smile, something Baekhyun has never seen him doing.

That’s when he realizes Chanyeol is standing in front of the open door, his face a mask of cold fury. His heart drops like a stone in his chest.

Chanyeol makes a show of ignoring Baekhyun when he enters the room, but the vampire can feel his heart, drumming furiously against the cage of his chest, nor he can ignore the stiffness of Chanyeol’s shoulders and his clenched fists.

For a moment, he fears that Chanyeol will punch Junmyeon’s smug face. For a moment, Baekhyun feels like punching Junmyeon’s smug face himself. He feels like Junmyeon has just used him to make some kind of statement, to prove something to Chanyeol.

A tiny hand lands on his forearm and he turns to see Joohyeon, dragging him out of the room. “I think we should go.”

He sends a last, warning glare to Junmyeon - and the bastard has the nerve to look even more self-satisfied - before he follows Joohyeon out of the room.

The rests of a Christmas dinner lie abandoned in the sink.

“Chanyeol’s sister was here with her husband. She grew up to be such a nice woman. She used to take care of Chanyeol while I was... indisposed. She never hated me as much as he did, though. She’s expecting now. A boy. I wonder if he will like me. I will be a young grandmother, don’t you think?”

The constant chatter is spoiled by a vein of nervousness. Joohyeon steals short glances at Baekhyun, holds her hands together, tight, as if she is praying, keeps looking upstairs. The room is uncannily quiet, but Chanyeol and Junmyeon are fighting in the privacy of Junmyeon’s soundproofed studio. She knows it and Baekhyun knows it too.

The ghost of Junmyeon’s kiss tickles Baekhyun’s lips when he confronts her.

“What was that about?”

“My lord doesn’t tell me everything.”

“So your lover just decided to kiss me with no apparent reason? And you’re alright with it?”

Joohyeon tries to keep her face blank, but she crumbles easily under Baekhyun’s scrutiny.

“There is a lot of tension between Junmyeon and Chanyeol,” she says slowly, reluctantly. “My son has never forgiven my sire for Turning me and does everything in his power to annoy him. He even arrested him once.” Oh, Baekhyun remembers about that. Sehun had told him, laughing so hard Baekhyun had struggled to decipher his words. Now he’s the one who feels like he’s the main character of a joke he can’t get. “I’ve tried to make him understand, but Chanyeol... He’s like his father, stubborn to a fault.”

“So Junmyeon thought that lowering himself to the same level of a child and using me just to get his petty revenge was a good idea? Why did you even involve me? Chanyeol already hates me enough as it is, do you find funny the idea of him being even more angry?”

“My lord, it is not like that. Junmyeon thinks Chanyeol likes you, he was just trying to make him jealo-”

“Don’t!” Suddenly, Baekhyun doesn’t feel like talking to Joohyeon anymore. She speaks of things she doesn’t understand. Junmyeon plays games he doesn’t understand. Baekhyun is furious with both of them. Their lives are hanging from a thin thread, every vampire of the city is potentially in danger, waiting for the moment Seulgi will come to take their lives, and they decide to play this dirty prank. “I don’t know you, but I thought Junmyeon was my friend. He should’ve known better than to be so cruel.”

Because it was cruel. Unnecessarily so. Chanyeol doesn’t like Baekhyun. He hates vampires and he hates Baekhyun. For a cruel twist of fate, humoring Baekhyun is the only way for him to regain his job, but if it wasn’t for that, Baekhyun is sure the moments they spent together wouldn’t be so pleasant.

The worst thing is that, regardless logic and rationality, common sense, even a sense of survival, Baekhyun likes Chanyeol. Sometimes, when he’s not watching too carefully, he can still see glimpses of the man he met one Halloween night - it was only two months ago, but he feels so far away. Like the way Chanyeol’s eyes follow Baekhyun as if he is the most precious thing in the world, with a burning, painful intensity. Like the care, the reverence, when he touches Baekhyun. It was a lie then and it is a lie now. It makes him want to shout that there’s no need to be like this, there’s no need to offer his blood or to touch Baekhyun gently - Baekhyun’s body is hard like diamond, and just as cold, it can’t break from too much roughness, but it’s weak to gentleness and warmth. There’s no need for Chanyeol to pretend so much around Baekhyun, because Baekhyun is a fool, has always been and forever will be. Baekhyun falls for pretty lies and pretty faces. Baekhyun falls and doesn’t break, but the hurts last far more than Chanyeol can live.

He turns his back to Joohyeon, to her washed out face and her polite concern. “I apologize, my lord, I didn’t want...”

“Baekhyun, we’re leaving!”

Chanyeol strides inside the room. He doesn’t even look at his mother, but he takes Baekhyun’s hand and he pulls him towards the main door. His face is hard, but there’s something tender in the way his fingers cradle Baekhyun’s palm.

Joohyeon says something but Baekhyun doesn’t hear. His world is reduced to Chanyeol’s skin on his. He can feel Chanyeol’s pulse where their hands are connected, his heart beating madly in anger.
The air is crispy and the snow crackles under their feet. The morning is beyond the hill, forty minutes away. Chanyeol slams the door of the car close and starts the engine, waiting for Baekhyun to get in too.

They leave angry dark trails on Joohyeon’s pathway as they drive away, Chanyeol’s foot stubbornly putting all his weight on the gas pedal until the sound of their lonely car speeding through the first lights of the Christmas morning is the only thing they can hear.

“Where are we going?” asks Baekhyun softly, as if afraid to break something between them with his voice. Chanyeol’s head snaps towards him, his eyes flashing anger, but when he looks at Baekhyun, his features both soften and harden at the same time, until he looks away.

“Home,” he says, “I’m taking you home.”

His eyes never leave the road for the rest of the drive and Baekhyun doesn’t dare to look at him either, but he feels him, he feels Chanyeol, fierce and intense and more alive than Baekhyun has ever been.

There are so many things Baekhyun wants to ask, but he has a feeling Chanyeol wouldn’t answer. He keeps his silence like a vow until they reach the gates of Baekhyun’s mansion, only breaking it when he has to ask Baekhyun to open the doors.

They drive slowly, following the tree-lined road across the different gardens of the wide estate. Ice has covered the grass of Jongdae’s greens and the apple trees of Kyungsoo’s orchard. Sehun’s miniature size amusement park looks like a ghost movie shot.

When they had first built the house, more than fifty years ago, each one of them had claimed his own plot of land and planted his own garden. Jongdae still renovates his every ten years. Baekhyun remembers with unusual intensity his brother’s Japanese pond period at the end of the Seventies, completed with koi carps, zen stone gardens and a miniature shinto shrine, but nothing will ever beat the stables and bullpens for the horses he had decided to build fifteen years ago. Kyungsoo, as usual, had been consistent. Fifty years ago he planted his first tree and apricot apples and he still adds new plants every year.

They drive past the basketball field where Sehun used to play one on one against Ji-eun.

“You can stop here,” says Baekhyun, once they reach his rose garden.

“Are you sure? The mansion still looks a bit far away and it’s almost dawn.”

Baekhyun nods. “We still have some time before the sun rises and I wanted to take a walk.”

Baekhyun’s rose garden is empty and bare. All the leaves have fallen, leaving behind gaunt stems, black against the snow under the pale light of the moon, a cemetery buried under the snow.

“This is your garden?” asks Chanyeol, staring at the way Baekhyun kneels to touch the frozen ground.

“It’s not that great now. If you had come in spring, it would’ve been beautiful.”

“It’s strange. I’ve never associated flowers with vampires. I mean, gardening is something you do during daytime, right?”

He wishes he could show Chanyeol how pretty his roses can look at night. “There are also flowers which bloom only at night, didn’t you know? Four o’clocks, ladies of the night, evening primroses, some kinds of lily and gladiolus. I have another garden on the other side of the estate, and a winter garden in the greenhouses behind the house. But my roses are ruined for this year.”

“Why?”

“No one took care of them while I was sleeping. I should’ve done the trimming last month.” He gets up, takes a breath out of habit, because it makes him feel braver. Chanyeol looks calmer now, enough for Baekhyun to say something he’s been wanting to say for the whole drive. “I’m sorry for what happened before. I know Junmyeon only kissed me to make you angry...”

Chanyeol shakes his head, almost talks over Baekhyun in his haste. “I am the one who should be apologizing, because you were involved in this prank because of me. Junmyeon thought... He thought that kissing you would’ve made me angry.”

“Because he’s your mother’s lover and I should’ve stopped him in regard to her and to you... I mean,” he stutters, “I... you wouldn’t have any other reasons to be angry, right?”

Chanyeol stills. He looks annoyed again, and just a little bit frustrated.

“Yeah, right, why would I be angry? Let’s get inside, Baekhyun.”

“Where are your brothers?” asks Chanyeol, while Baekhyun makes sure the locks are in order and the alarm system is working properly.

“Kyungsoo and Jongdae are with Junmyeon. Sehun is with his lover. I doubt Minseok would let him out of his sight soon.”

They are alone in the huge mansion, and it’s easy to see how the thought unsettles Chanyeol. “It’s only the two of us here. Junmyeon should’ve given us some of his men.”

“That would’ve defeated the whole purpose of deceiving Seulgi. If she thinks he’s dividing his forces, she’ll never believe I’m with him. She’d immediately realize it’s a trap and she’d come to kill me here.”

“I wouldn’t let her do it.”

Big words, for someone who couldn’t even watch her in the eyes.

“Where are we going?” inquires Chanyeol, as Baekhyun opens a big stone door. It would take two mortal men to move it, but he does it single-handedly, revealing a staircase disappearing into the darkness of the lower floors.

“Downstairs. I’m old enough to stay up even during the day, but only if I stay underground, as far away as possible from sunlight.”

The basement is huge, multi-layered and barely lit. Baekhyun has to make way for Chanyeol using a tiny flashlight stolen from a drawer of the kitchen. The stairs finally stop in a stone arch, leading into a wide, dusty vault.

“This is...”

“My master’s crypt,” explains Baekhyun, stopping to flash the light on the raw stone of the wall. In the center of the room, lies Yunho’s heavy, empty coffin. It hasn’t changed in the last century. When Baekhyun watches it he can almost see his sire moving the decorated plate to get up with the moon. “When he Turned me, vampires still used to sleep inside coffins and tombs. It seems so old-fashioned now.” He chuckles. “He was like a father to me. He died during the Blood War, trying to protect Sehun. These few rocks were the only things we had left of him, so when we bought this house, I decided to bring everything here.”

“Why do you care? You will live forever, so why care about what you leave behind?”

“Living forever means remembering forever. Sometimes mourning forever.”

“Oh.”

“Follow me,” he says, revealing another staircase behind a tapestry, but Chanyeol doesn’t. He stares at his surroundings, squinting to get a better look despite the suffocating darkness.

“How do you have the strength to go on?”

It’s such a silly question, and the most important one at the same time. Jongdae lives for his endless curiosity and Kyungsoo, after a life spent looking after his brother, now has Jongin. Even Sehun has found himself an immortal lover. But Baekhyun has nothing. Every anchor he had, every beacon in the darkness, has failed him. He spends his life constantly torn between fighting - grabbing life with fangs and claws and holding tight - and simply letting go.

“I don’t. I am constantly looking for it.”

“Is this the reason why you’ve fallen in love with me?”

Is it possible for a vampire to feel cornered by a human? Chanyeol isn’t even using his silver dagger, but Baekhyun feels his presence like a threat, too close, overwhelming.

“Chanyeol, I...”

“You said it yourself, in my house. You said you liked me, even if I was an asshole. But you didn’t want my blood. You couldn’t have accepted my help even when you were dying, but you accepted Junmyeon’s help. You let him kiss you. If I kissed you now, would you let me?”

Chanyeol has pursuit written in his blood, carved on his genetics like a blessing and a curse. It’s not surprising that he became a top hunter. He attacks, corners his prey, turns chase into an art.

Baekhyun’s answer is weak, feeble. “Don’t you dare, Park Chanyeol. I’ll slash your throat open, I swear.”

Chanyeol is already too close. Baekhyun can feel his heartbeat, not intense and unrestrained but regular, steady, safe. Whatever Chanyeol is thinking, he doesn’t have doubts, he’s not afraid or conflicted. Baekhyun is the conflicted one, and if there was a place to hide, he would run. But there isn’t any, so he simply shakes when Chanyeol puts his hands on his shoulders, stroking Baekhyun’s neck where blood - Junmyeon’s - blood is still pulsing so slowly it’s almost imperceptible.

“When Junmyeon kissed you I was furious.” Chanyeol’s voice is low, a warm whisper against Baekhyun’s temple. “Not because he’s my mother’s lover, but because he laid his dirty hands on you. I tried to punch him and he said... Do you know what he said, Baekhyun?”

Eyes closed, his voice almost audible, Baekhyun whimpers when Chanyeol’s hand trace his jaw. The wall is cold and Baekhyun’s skin is cold, but Chanyeol’s fingers burn.

“How would I know?” he exhales, his throat quivering slightly under the heat of Chanyeol’s eyes.

Chanyeol cradles his head in his palms, tilts it upwards to reduce the distance between them. “He said that he doesn’t know what you see in me, but that he can’t allow me to keep leading you on like this. He said that I’ve already hurt you more that you could endure, and that I had to choose. Go home and never see you again, let you forget about me and everything that happened last Halloween, and forget about you in return.”

“Or?”

Chanyeol kisses him and it’s too brief and too tender, Chanyeol’s lips closing over Baekhyun’s for a moment before he lets go, breathes, kisses him again, their lips meeting with a sound that is both a wet, soft smack and a half-repressed moan. It’s nothing like the lust driven kisses they had shared last Halloween night. Chanyeol kisses him like Baekhyun is air and he’s taking quick, shallow breaths, not bearing to be separated from Baekhyun for longer than a moment.

“Is this alright?” he asks, between kisses, looking for the answer in Baekhyun’s eyes, but Baekhyun’s eyes flutter close and his lips part in a soft moan.

No, this is not all right. This is Baekhyun, committing the same mistake over and over again, wanting desperately and violently and not caring about the consequences. Baekhyun, who wanted Chanyeol from the beginning, when he was supposed to be just a one night stand, who wanted him after Chanyeol deceived and hurt him, even when he knew Chanyeol hated him. He is a fool. And like a fool he melts under Chanyeol, chasing his mouth and drinking his breath until he feels alive again.

“Shut up,” an order and a plea. He doesn’t want to hear Chanyeol’s voice when he can’t be sure if the other boy is lying or telling the truth. It doesn’t matter, because it’s been so long since the last time he’s been held like this.

He shakes when Chanyeol’s tongue licks into his mouth, shy at first - pleasantly surprised at the stark contrast between Baekhyun’s cool mouth and his own scorching heat - shameless afterwards.

“You’re so cold,” Chanyeol says, and he kisses Baekhyun harder, slipping his hands in the holes between the buttons of Baekhyun’s shirt, trying to imprint his own heat on the pale skin.

Suddenly, Baekhyun feels aware of Chanyeol’s blood, smelling like arousal and adrenaline. He trembles from the sheer intensity of it, his whole body in turmoil. He feels his power leaking everywhere and he knows Chanyeol feels it too, when he leaves Baekhyun’s mouth long enough to take notice of the fangs, growing longer and sharper, and the slightly lighter color of Baekhyun’s hair reacting to his magic. His hand finds Baekhyun’s wrist, strokes it with his fingers.

“Now, that’s better. You’re not so as cold as before.”

“What do you want from me?” asks Baekhyun, dreading the answer, whatever it is.

“I can’t promise you the future and I can’t give you a proof that I’m not lying this time.” He brings Baekhyun’s hand to his chest, where his heart is pumping blood so fast it must make him dizzy - it’s making Baekhyun more than dizzy. Chanyeol steps closer and Baekhyun feels the outline of Chanyeol’s dick pressing against him. “But something I can tell you. I want you tonight, I want you so much that I feel like I’ll explode if I don’t have a bit of you for myself. Let me take care of you, Baekhyun, I beg you.”

Baekhyun, like the fool he is, accepts.

And you are folded on the bed
Where I rest my head
There’s nothing I can see,
Darkness becomes me
Silhouettes - Of Monsters and Men

Light dawns at east, painting the sky with pastel colors, even more vivid and raw in the crisp air of this early Christmas morning, but Baekhyun and Chanyeol can’t see it, too busy stumbling blindly across the halls, like overexcited kids, the flashlight already forgotten and left behind. They don’t need it, not when Baekhyun’s eyes are faintly glowing silver, fracturing the darkness in tiny little pieces and building shapes and colors out of it. He leads Chanyeol through pitch-black corridors and tiny, angled stairs, holding him to make sure he doesn’t fall - holding him to make sure Chanyeol doesn’t leave.

Baekhyun’s nest is tiny and cozy, a little alcove of stone, silk and pillows that close around them like a protective hug when they fall inside in a graceless heap of limbs and sighs. Baekhyun never actually needs to use it, not when he has a room that is twice as big and much more comfortable, but there’s something instinctual in finding solace underground, out of sun’s reach. It’s a genetic, primal need that every vampire has, ingrained in their genetics since their second birth. It makes Baekhyun feel safe, protected. If he closes his eyes he can feel the power of the sun, distant and weak, but he knows it will never be able to follow him here.

Chanyeol’s hands are just like him, insistent, rough, everywhere. There’s no way to escape his hold, nowhere to run from the heavy weight of his mouth on Baekhyun’s jugular, his chest. Chanyeol mouths at Baekhyun’s nipples over the expensive shirt and Baekhyun shudders.

“Let me take this off, please,” and he can hear Chanyeol chuckle about wanting to ruin this shirt too. He tears at Chanyeol’s tee in retaliation, until he’s sure that the smirk in his lover’s face has turned horror. “Hey, that was one of my favorit...”

“You don’t have any room to complain,” he warns, pulling at Chanyeol’s pants halfway down his legs and settling comfortably on his lap. He palms Chanyeol’s cock to shut him up and he watches him fall back and moan, unable to hold himself up on his elbows.

“I want to suck you,” Chanyeol groans, taking a hold of Baekhyun’s hips and dragging him down, against his erection, until they both shiver from the friction, “and after that I want to fuck you so hard you’ll forget you’re supposed to be an unbreakable vampire.”

Baekhyun would like to answer back, fall into the push and pull, chasing game of flirting Chanyeol is trying to drag him into, but he finds out he can’t. This situation reminds him too much of Halloween, of Chanyeol laughing at his own inside jokes and getting ready to screw Baekhyun over.

He hesitates and Chanyeol feels the sudden tension. “Is everything alright?” he asks, blinking in the darkness. His brows furrow and he squints in a useless attempt to recognize Baekhyun’s expression.

“Yes, I’m alright, don’t worry.” Baekhyun tries to reassure him, but Chanyeol’s hands go for his face, blindly trying to map his features.

“Why are you so stubborn? If I’m making you uncomfortable, what’s the point of this?”

The point of this, Baekhyun wants to say, is to give me something to remember when everything will be over. He knows Chanyeol is not really interested in him. He knows, but he doesn’t want to think about it, because if he’d stop and focus for a moment, then he’d have to accept the sad truth. Chanyeol is fucking him out of a whim, the caprice of a whiny child.

And even if he wasn’t... It won’t last. Chanyeol will leave, everyone leaves, and a piece of Baekhyun will leave with him. Nothing lasts forever, not even Baekhyun, but at least he has now, he has Chanyeol’s hands in his hair and, when he leans down, he has Chanyeol’s lips on his. Let this be a gasp of fresh air, before Baekhyun can go back to drowning, holding his breath for the next fifty years, while he waits for someone else to steal it again. Let Chanyeol come and go and let Baekhyun keep him forever in his heart, just this precious moment. What is eternal life if not an endless collection of moments? The difference is being able to recognize which ones you are supposed to hold tight and which ones you are supposed to let go.

As Chanyeol’s lips disclose under his, quickly taking control of the kiss and leading Baekhyun, like a kamikaze, to his own defeat and his own victory, Baekhyun knows for sure he will never let go of this moment. He’ll keep it close to his heart, like a lifesaver. He’ll memorize the sounds Chanyeol makes when he’s aroused, when Baekhyun’s mouth closes over the tip of his cock and his eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open, and the moans he lets out are tiny, soft and discreet, whereas the rest of him is so big, loud and brash.

When Baekhyun put his lips around Chanyeol’s cock, he doesn’t go deep, too afraid to lose control of his thirst and scrape against the underside of Chanyeol’s dick with his fangs, but he licks kittenishly, until Chanyeol’s hands are pulling at his hair in a futile attempt not to push Baekhyun down, to gag onto his cock.

If this shall be his only memory with Chanyeol, his only reward, Baekhyun wants it to be memorable and perfect. He wants to take everything he can from Chanyeol and he wants Chanyeol to take everything from him. So he sucks Chanyeol’s dick, never really taking it in his mouth, playing with his fingers at the base, until the other boy is ready to cry from frustration. Chanyeol tastes like human and frustration, like sweat and blood and life. Baekhyun whines when tentative hands pull him upwards, to meet Chanyeol’s mouth again, and curl around his waist to push him down on Chanyeol’s erection.

“Close your eyes,” says Chanyeol - pants Chanyeol - against his mouth, the sound lost in the slur of tongues and lips, in the clash of teeth, in the puffs of breath mingling in the darkness, “it’s not fair that you can see me while I don’t, so close your eyes.”

Baekhyun complies, letting himself fall in complete darkness, the sound of Chanyeol’s heart his only beacon in the abyss. When everything blacks out, Chanyeol’s heartbeat is the chain that keeps him anchored to the ground, under Chanyeol’s hands. He feels it so well he can almost see it, the blood flowing in Chanyeol’s veins and arteries, calling to Baekhyun like a siren.

Chanyeol flips them over, his cock an insistent press against Baekhyun’s thigh, hot and heavy. Baekhyun doesn’t need to look at Chanyeol to be able to see him, but Chanyeol doesn’t have superhuman powers. So he uses his hands to draw a map of Baekhyun’s body, tracing the curves of his chest, dotting the lines through his abdomen until he reaches Baekhyun’s groin.

“You’re so warm here,” he says, wondering, when his fingers twist inside Baekhyun. “I didn’t think a vampire could be so warm.”

It’s only because of Junmyeon’s blood, but Baekhyun doesn’t want to admit it, not now that Chanyeol’s fingers are finally pushing inside him, where no one has touched Baekhyun in centuries. Only Yesung - a long time ago, when Baekhyun was still human... Chanyeol’s fingers shift inside him and Baekhyun’s vision goes blank, electricity shooting through his body. Chanyeol yelps but doesn’t let go, holds Baekhyun until the ripples of his power have faded away, before he moves his fingers again, not two but three this time, although slower than before.

“Faster,” begs Baekhyun, “I’m a vampire, I can take it,” but Chanyeol keeps going slow, maddeningly so.

“Is it the first time you do this?” he asks, leaning down to rest his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder as he works his fingers inside him.

“Yes,” Baekhyun lies, wondering if it really is a lie. It feels so different from Yesung, the pleasure scratching at his insides like an itch that only Chanyeol’s skin can satisfy. “I’ve done it before, but not like this, never like this...”

Chanyeol breaks his sentence in half, laughs at the stutter, fucks inside Baekhyun more viciously than before. “Not the first time for me, not with a man, not in this position, not with a vampire. I’ve already done it, but this is the first time I feel like I’ll die if I let you go.”

“Then don’t let me go,” begs Baekhyun, please don’t let me go.

“What did you do to me?” Chanyeol asks, again and again, but Baekhyun has no breath to answer him. He can only fall and fall, chasing the pleasure down the rabbit’s hole until Chanyeol forcefully yanks him back, kisses him, throws him down again, falling with him this time.

There’s nothing that I’d take back
But it’s hard to say there’s nothing I regret
‘Cause when I sing you shout,
I breathe out loud
you bleed,
we crawl like animals
But when it’s over I’m still away.
Silhouettes - Of Monsters and Men

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