Crimson Roses 2
Fanfic: Crimson Roses
Author: Pixziestikxz
Pairing: Minho x Taemin / Key x Onew
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack-ish (I suppose), WTF (yes, wtf.)
Warning: Looking for romance mushy stuff? NOT HERE. Looking for something weird to read cuz you're bored? You found the right fic. XD Failed attempt at writing a serious fanfic here. nothing much else to see.
Length: twoshot.
Summary: Most guys his age got cars, or video games for their birthday. Minho got a boy stuffed in their pantry, shivering cold and naked. Then again, Minho wasn't exactly a normal boy...he was a vampire.
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Minho placed the bottle on the table, and it made a loud “thunk” sound. He licked his lips and eyed all the empty bottles that were in front of him. That was his fifth one already. Taemin watched wide eyed as Minho opened another bottle and downed it in one gulp. Key was right; it was never enough anymore. He was up to almost twenty bottles of the stuff every day, and his stack was dwindling. His energy reserve was used up when he pushed Onew across the room.
“T-that’s not human blood, is it?” Taemin questioned. He already knew that it wasn’t, but he wanted to hear it for himself.
“Of course not.” Minho stared at his pet in disbelief, wondering how he could even as a question like that. “Don’t you think it would be kind of sick for me to be drinking human blood when I have one as a pet? That’s like…you eating cat soup for dinner in front of your pet cat.” He shuddered slightly.
Taemin blinked, trying to process what he just said. His comparison sounded weird, but it was still equally disgusting at the same time. He smiled back at his master. “I knew that. You’re different from them. Your eyes…” he turned to lock his eyes with Minho’s again; the familiar purple orbs stared back at him. But there was something odd about them. There were some gold specks. They weren’t there before, were they?
Minho looked away and stood up, sticking his hands in his pockets casually. He turned his head towards Taemin and motioned for him to follow. Taemin, being a good pet, obliged. Minho led them outside, and into a garden full of roses. Minho never took anyone else out there with him. He didn’t like anyone else ruining the view of the roses. But Taemin was different. Taemin gaped at the sight; the roses were pretty, and they were the same shade of blood red. Taemin’s eyes jumped from the roses to Minho, who had picked off a rose and held it in between his hands. His pale, slender fingers held the stem carefully, avoiding the thorns. He closed his eyes and brought the flower to his nose, inhaling its scent. It reminded him so much of that scent that lingered around the house not too long ago. Come to think of it, he hadn’t noticed the smell ever since the day he found Taemin.
Minho continued to pick roses, holding them by his arm delicately. Not that he was afraid of being pricked by the thorns; he was more afraid of damaging the flowers. Taemin continued to watch his master with such curiosity, and as the bundle of flowers grew, he wondered if he should bring him some sort of basket or vase. “Uhm, excuse me, what are you doing exactly?”
Minho looked up at him and smiled slightly. “Picking food.” He said simply, before returning to what he was doing. He heard footsteps shuffling closer to him, and when he looked over, Taemin was picking roses too. “Taemin, be careful.” He frowned, putting his hand on the human’s shoulder in concern.
“I’ll be fine.” Taemin smiled up at him, but just as he said that, he pricked his finger on a thorn, and a bead of blood formed on the surface of his skin. He cursed and dropped the rose he was holding, as he placed his finger in his mouth. Minho was frozen in his spot; it had been such a long time since he was exposed to human blood like that. He felt his mind cloud over and his mouth water at the smell. Oh, the wonderful smell. It smelt exactly like the roses, except it was a hundred times more pleasing; it was exactly like that scent that he picked up in the house before.
Taemin looked up at his master to apologize for his mistake, but he found him staring into space. Taemin didn’t want to disturb him, so he kept quiet, his finger still placed in his mouth. He stared at those lovely purple orbs that Minho had once more. For some reason, he really enjoyed them. It was like the source of calm that Minho emitted. Without it, Taemin knew that Minho wouldn’t be Minho. He remembered the gold specks he saw not too long ago, and he was shocked to see that they were still there. He was convinced that the specks were probably just light bouncing off Minho’s eyes; but now he was sure they were really there. The specks grew larger than he last recalled, and they seemed to grow more until they covered a small section of Minho’s upper eye. Taemin couldn’t help but stare and wonder. Was that normal for vampires?
“Minho-ah…” he said quietly, and in a flash, the older one turned his gaze towards his pet. He blinked once and took Taemin’s finger out of his mouth, examining the cut. It wasn’t very deep, but the warmth and the softness of Taemin’s hands in his made Minho remember exactly just how fragile humans were. He hovered his icy fingertips over it, sending shivers down Taemin’s back. Right then, his worst realization had come true; he was growing more and more attached to Taemin every day.
“Be careful next time. Now we should go back inside before you hurt yourself even more.” Minho turned on his heels, and Taemin nodded, following suit. Entering the kitchen once more, Minho placed the flowers on the counter and quickly reached for the fridge. His throat burned with thirst, and even as he drank bottle after bottle, it still wouldn’t go away. After the tenth consecutive bottle he had gulped down, he stopped for a breath and leaned on the counter for support. Once again, Key was right; he could feel his strength slowly drain out of him at that moment.
Taemin could do nothing but watch his master helplessly; he was clueless of what was going on. But he was sure of one thing, and that was that Minho was definitely in pain. Minho clutched the edge of the counter tightly, and closed his eyes. “Taemin, please go find Key and tell him that I’ve instructed you to go sleep in the guest rooms. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I want you to sleep in the same room as me anymore.” He said. Taemin nodded and did as he was told. He had full confidence in Minho. He just hoped that he would feel better from whatever was bothering him. And he was willing to help in any way he could.
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Taemin had been confined in the guest room for the past few days, as Minho was confined in his. Key visited Taemin often, and claimed that Minho was just sick. Taemin’s room had a good view of the rose garden outside, and he peered out the window, watching the flowers as time seemed to pass by forever. Key grew fond of him, bringing him food regularly. Taemin hoped that wasn’t only to fatten him so Key could suck his blood. He felt insecure. He was still paranoid about that incident with Onew. He needed Minho.
Taemin snuck out of his room one night, and tiptoed quietly towards Minho’s. He heard pained groans coming from inside the room, and they seemed to intensify with every step he took. Slowly, he creaked the door open, and through the small opening, he could see Minho lying his bed; he was writhing around in pain, moaning. Taemin’s eyes widened. What exactly was wrong with Minho?! He bit his lip worriedly as he wanted to open the door fully and walk in to try and comfort him. But a hand on his shoulder made him jump. He turned around and saw Key there, his eyes piercing through Taemin.
“Please go. It’s not good for you to be here.” Key said as calmly as he could, but he was scared that he would break out crying again any moment. Taemin could do nothing but stand there; he couldn’t find the courage to ask what was wrong with Minho. Selfishly, he thought to himself that he wanted to be with Minho. He promised himself that he would come back there again when Key and Onew leave one day.
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Key had slipped a note under Taemin’s door telling him that he and Onew were out hunting. He also said to help himself to whatever food they had in the kitchen. But he especially warned him not to go near Minho’s room. But Taemin couldn’t stand it anymore. He grew tired of staring at the roses every day; he was sick of waiting. There was something wrong with Minho, and somehow, he figured that he was the cause of it. He tiptoed out of his room quietly once more, and headed towards Minho’s. The heartbreaking groans were gone, and the house was filled with eerie silence.
He stopped in front of Minho’s door and turned the knob, but it was locked. He placed his palms against the door, and looked directly at it as if he were trying to see through. “Minho. Minho, please tell me what’s wrong. I’m worried, and I can’t stay in that room by myself anymore. I‘m scared, Minho…” Taemin sobbed softly, as he anticipated his master’s response. There was silence, followed by a moan, and there was silence once more.
“Taemin, please don’t cry. But listen to me carefully. You have to get out of here. One morning, you have to go outside, and run. Run as far away from here as possible. You got it?” Minho said from the other side, breathing heavily. Taemin simply shook his head. He didn’t understand why Minho would want him to run away.
“I-I don’t understand...” he kept sobbing, wishing he could find more comfort than just talking to Minho between a door. “What’s going on?” he sniffled.
“I…” Minho hesitated, before letting out another painful groan. “I’m dying.” He said plainly, listening to the eerie silence from Taemin’s side.
“But why would that-“
“When I die, Key and Onew are going to kill you, or even worse, turn you into a vampire too. Before that even happens, you have to run away from this wretched place. Taemin, please promise me you’ll run away from here.” Minho pleaded, trying to hide the pain that was killing him at that moment.
“I don’t want to leave you, Minho. I don’t want to!” Taemin started sobbing again, as he wondered why Minho would be dying. “I’ll stay by your side forever, master…” he hiccupped. Minho seemed fine before, and nothing odd happened to bring upon this catastrophe. Or was there? Taemin remembered the odd golden specks on Minho’s eyes again. He was completely fine before the specks appeared. But what exactly happened that made them appear in the first place? “Minho, are you dying because of me?”
“Taemin. Run.” Minho whispered quietly, but Taemin was caught in confusion, and before he knew it, Key was behind him again.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay in the room and not bother Minho?” his scarlet eyes were so vibrant, they were almost glowing. And it scared Taemin. He thought Key was going to kill him right there. He stood in place, cowering as he tried to cling onto Minho’s door.
Key’s scary act melted away with a sigh, as he rubbed his temples in a circular motion. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Please, come. Minho needs to rest.” Taemin knew that Key was right and nodded, before following him back into that dreaded room. But instead of leaving Taemin by himself, he stayed behind. “Taemin-ah, you really want to know what’s wrong with Minho, am I right?” he asked, and the boy merely nodded in anticipation. “He’s….suffering from blood loss. More like the energy blood gives him. He’s turning into an adult vampire soon, and he needs more energy than what those…flowers give him. I guess, in human terms, you could call him vegetarian. Which really won’t be that far from the truth, actually, since he drinks blended up flowers.” Key ranted on and on about how he didn’t know how Minho could survive off those, and the younger one was forced to listen.
“Anyway, my point is, that I’m begging you, Taemin,” Key got down on his knees in front of Taemin. “As you can see, I’m desperate. You’re the only hope now. Minho’s only hope. If he doesn’t get human blood by tomorrow, he’s going to die. Please, please, Taemin. I love Minho so much. I know you do, too. So please do this for him. And for me. Please.” Taemin sighed. As much as the view of a vampire begging him for help amused him, he still couldn’t quite get over the facts he had just heard. He wanted to help Minho, he was sure of that, but was he actually ready to sacrifice his life for him?
“Taemin-ah, please…” Key pleaded again, his eyes streaked with tears, and Taemin nodded slightly. Key’s eyes widened and a grin spread across his face. “R-really?! Oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you!” he exclaimed happily, taking Taemin’s hands in his, as he cried again. But this time, it was tears of joy. Taemin smiled slightly at the umma’s display of gratefulness. He was ready to die; he had already convinced himself that he was ready for that. His life seemed complete knowing that Minho had shown him proper love, even if it was as a pet. And this was the least he could do for Minho. For Minho.
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“Please put those petals in the blender and mix a bit of water into it. After you’re done, fill that cup halfway with the petal mixture and half with your blood, and then mix it.” Key instructed Taemin. Taemin did as he was told, poured half of it into a cup, slit his palm and let the other half fill with his blood. He closed his palm, letting the blood pool in there as he stirred the contents. It looked exactly like the bottled stuff Minho always drank.
“He shouldn’t be able to tell the difference in smell between your blood and the roses anymore. They’re too alike, and his senses are too lowered now.” Key explained on the way, and all Taemin could do was nod and listen.
Finally, they reached the front of his room, and Taemin held his breath as Key opened the door slowly. There, they saw Jinki standing beside Minho in his bed. Minho himself laid down under the covers, and Taemin couldn’t exactly tell whether his eyes were open or closed. All he knew was that Minho looked fragile. His skin was so pale; he almost blended in with the covers. It looked like even the lightest touch would make him crumble away to pieces. Taemin had to hold his tears back as he shakily stepped forward, still holding the cup in his hand.
“Tae…min.” Minho’s raspy voice called out to him, and Taemin jostled forward, placing the cup on Minho’s night stand before it all spilt out. Taemin knelt down beside him and stared at his features; he changed. He actually looked old. And his eyes were fully gold. He was right from the beginning; he wasn’t Minho anymore without those purple orbs. “Tae…min. Run. You…promised.” Minho coughed, and Taemin took the cup off his nightstand, bringing it onto his master’s lips.
“I’m sorry, Minho. I told you I wasn’t going to leave your side. Never.” He said as he tilted the cup, and the contents emptied out into Minho’s mouth. His master drank the contents greedily, and once it was finished, his body slowly returned to normal. Taemin watched him regenerate so quickly, that when Minho sat up and licked the drying blood on his palms, he didn’t even notice.
“Taemin, I want more.” Minho’s tongue had now moved onto Taemin’s wrist, as he eyed the juicy artery that was just underneath that skin. Taemin looked down at Minho; his eyes were scarlet red, like Onew and Key’s, and they were clouded over with bloodlust. He wasn’t Minho anymore. Any part of him that used to be there was now gone. Taemin moaned as Minho stuck his fangs through his flesh, and into his wrist.
“Congratulations, Minho, you’re officially one of us.” Jinki said proudly, as Key let out a squeal of delight. Taemin’s breathing got laboured as Minho worked his way up to his neck, before sinking his fangs in there. Blood dripped everywhere, and the hot sticky liquid rubbed against Minho and Taemin. Minho’s eyes were getting livelier and more vibrant red at the second, and all he could think of was blood. How good the blood tasted, and how he wanted more. Oh, much more. Taemin could actually feel the blood drain out of himself. He was getting weaker by the second. That must’ve been how Minho felt before. And it was all because of him. He was glad that he had finally proved that he was of use for something for once. He grabbed Minho’s arm and yelled out in pain, before his eyelids drooped down slowly.
“Master, thank you….” He whispered into Minho’s ear, before his body laid completely lifeless in Minho’s arms.
Minho heard what he had said, and completely detached his fangs from his neck, but by then, it was already too late. Minho shook Taemin furiously, trying to wake him up, but nothing came. His angelic face was eternally in peace, and Minho bowed his head down, sobbing. He couldn’t believe he had just done what he did. His tears fell on the covers, mixing in with Taemin’s blood drippings that remained leftover there. The blood seemed to form a pattern on the sheets, the red contrasting against the white, as it was shaped in the form of a rose. A crimson rose.
Minho yelled in anger as he tore the sheets apart, shouting out a string of profanities at Onew and Key as he did so. His mind was clouded with anger then; he didn’t even know what was wrong or right anymore. He had ultimately become the monster he had despised from the beginning. In rage, he headed towards Onew and Key, attacking them. Their last pleas for mercy were heard, but Minho had blocked it all out. In a second, ear splitting screams were heard, and the white room was painted red.
Minho carried Taemin’s body in his arms, and it reminded him of that night where he first found him. He remembered how scared, and cold, and confused Taemin was. Now all that was left of him was the cold. He brought him towards the window of the guest room where Taemin stayed at, and sat at the armchair where Taemin sat. He faced his corpse out, looking into the roses, and he held him in his arms, as if he were still alive. “Taemin, Taemin, I’m really sorry. I told you to run away. You should’ve listened. You should’ve listened…”
He got up and fumbled about, headed into Onew and Key’s room. It was there somewhere, he knew it was there. Opening all the drawers and cabinets recklessly, he finally found it. He found the gun. He laughed slightly to himself as he carried it with him back to the guest room, as he straddled Taemin’s body up on his lap. “Did you miss me? Don’t worry, Taemin. I’ll join you soon enough. I don’t deserve to live like this. We’re nothing but monsters. And monsters don’t belong in this world…” Minho’s tears spilled again, and he cursed out to himself, before bringing the gun to his temples. He squeezed Taemin’s hand in his, and pulled the trigger.
The sound of silence had never been more deafening.
Author: Pixziestikxz
Pairing: Minho x Taemin / Key x Onew
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack-ish (I suppose), WTF (yes, wtf.)
Warning: Looking for romance mushy stuff? NOT HERE. Looking for something weird to read cuz you're bored? You found the right fic. XD Failed attempt at writing a serious fanfic here. nothing much else to see.
Length: twoshot.
Summary: Most guys his age got cars, or video games for their birthday. Minho got a boy stuffed in their pantry, shivering cold and naked. Then again, Minho wasn't exactly a normal boy...he was a vampire.
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Minho placed the bottle on the table, and it made a loud “thunk” sound. He licked his lips and eyed all the empty bottles that were in front of him. That was his fifth one already. Taemin watched wide eyed as Minho opened another bottle and downed it in one gulp. Key was right; it was never enough anymore. He was up to almost twenty bottles of the stuff every day, and his stack was dwindling. His energy reserve was used up when he pushed Onew across the room.
“T-that’s not human blood, is it?” Taemin questioned. He already knew that it wasn’t, but he wanted to hear it for himself.
“Of course not.” Minho stared at his pet in disbelief, wondering how he could even as a question like that. “Don’t you think it would be kind of sick for me to be drinking human blood when I have one as a pet? That’s like…you eating cat soup for dinner in front of your pet cat.” He shuddered slightly.
Taemin blinked, trying to process what he just said. His comparison sounded weird, but it was still equally disgusting at the same time. He smiled back at his master. “I knew that. You’re different from them. Your eyes…” he turned to lock his eyes with Minho’s again; the familiar purple orbs stared back at him. But there was something odd about them. There were some gold specks. They weren’t there before, were they?
Minho looked away and stood up, sticking his hands in his pockets casually. He turned his head towards Taemin and motioned for him to follow. Taemin, being a good pet, obliged. Minho led them outside, and into a garden full of roses. Minho never took anyone else out there with him. He didn’t like anyone else ruining the view of the roses. But Taemin was different. Taemin gaped at the sight; the roses were pretty, and they were the same shade of blood red. Taemin’s eyes jumped from the roses to Minho, who had picked off a rose and held it in between his hands. His pale, slender fingers held the stem carefully, avoiding the thorns. He closed his eyes and brought the flower to his nose, inhaling its scent. It reminded him so much of that scent that lingered around the house not too long ago. Come to think of it, he hadn’t noticed the smell ever since the day he found Taemin.
Minho continued to pick roses, holding them by his arm delicately. Not that he was afraid of being pricked by the thorns; he was more afraid of damaging the flowers. Taemin continued to watch his master with such curiosity, and as the bundle of flowers grew, he wondered if he should bring him some sort of basket or vase. “Uhm, excuse me, what are you doing exactly?”
Minho looked up at him and smiled slightly. “Picking food.” He said simply, before returning to what he was doing. He heard footsteps shuffling closer to him, and when he looked over, Taemin was picking roses too. “Taemin, be careful.” He frowned, putting his hand on the human’s shoulder in concern.
“I’ll be fine.” Taemin smiled up at him, but just as he said that, he pricked his finger on a thorn, and a bead of blood formed on the surface of his skin. He cursed and dropped the rose he was holding, as he placed his finger in his mouth. Minho was frozen in his spot; it had been such a long time since he was exposed to human blood like that. He felt his mind cloud over and his mouth water at the smell. Oh, the wonderful smell. It smelt exactly like the roses, except it was a hundred times more pleasing; it was exactly like that scent that he picked up in the house before.
Taemin looked up at his master to apologize for his mistake, but he found him staring into space. Taemin didn’t want to disturb him, so he kept quiet, his finger still placed in his mouth. He stared at those lovely purple orbs that Minho had once more. For some reason, he really enjoyed them. It was like the source of calm that Minho emitted. Without it, Taemin knew that Minho wouldn’t be Minho. He remembered the gold specks he saw not too long ago, and he was shocked to see that they were still there. He was convinced that the specks were probably just light bouncing off Minho’s eyes; but now he was sure they were really there. The specks grew larger than he last recalled, and they seemed to grow more until they covered a small section of Minho’s upper eye. Taemin couldn’t help but stare and wonder. Was that normal for vampires?
“Minho-ah…” he said quietly, and in a flash, the older one turned his gaze towards his pet. He blinked once and took Taemin’s finger out of his mouth, examining the cut. It wasn’t very deep, but the warmth and the softness of Taemin’s hands in his made Minho remember exactly just how fragile humans were. He hovered his icy fingertips over it, sending shivers down Taemin’s back. Right then, his worst realization had come true; he was growing more and more attached to Taemin every day.
“Be careful next time. Now we should go back inside before you hurt yourself even more.” Minho turned on his heels, and Taemin nodded, following suit. Entering the kitchen once more, Minho placed the flowers on the counter and quickly reached for the fridge. His throat burned with thirst, and even as he drank bottle after bottle, it still wouldn’t go away. After the tenth consecutive bottle he had gulped down, he stopped for a breath and leaned on the counter for support. Once again, Key was right; he could feel his strength slowly drain out of him at that moment.
Taemin could do nothing but watch his master helplessly; he was clueless of what was going on. But he was sure of one thing, and that was that Minho was definitely in pain. Minho clutched the edge of the counter tightly, and closed his eyes. “Taemin, please go find Key and tell him that I’ve instructed you to go sleep in the guest rooms. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I want you to sleep in the same room as me anymore.” He said. Taemin nodded and did as he was told. He had full confidence in Minho. He just hoped that he would feel better from whatever was bothering him. And he was willing to help in any way he could.
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Taemin had been confined in the guest room for the past few days, as Minho was confined in his. Key visited Taemin often, and claimed that Minho was just sick. Taemin’s room had a good view of the rose garden outside, and he peered out the window, watching the flowers as time seemed to pass by forever. Key grew fond of him, bringing him food regularly. Taemin hoped that wasn’t only to fatten him so Key could suck his blood. He felt insecure. He was still paranoid about that incident with Onew. He needed Minho.
Taemin snuck out of his room one night, and tiptoed quietly towards Minho’s. He heard pained groans coming from inside the room, and they seemed to intensify with every step he took. Slowly, he creaked the door open, and through the small opening, he could see Minho lying his bed; he was writhing around in pain, moaning. Taemin’s eyes widened. What exactly was wrong with Minho?! He bit his lip worriedly as he wanted to open the door fully and walk in to try and comfort him. But a hand on his shoulder made him jump. He turned around and saw Key there, his eyes piercing through Taemin.
“Please go. It’s not good for you to be here.” Key said as calmly as he could, but he was scared that he would break out crying again any moment. Taemin could do nothing but stand there; he couldn’t find the courage to ask what was wrong with Minho. Selfishly, he thought to himself that he wanted to be with Minho. He promised himself that he would come back there again when Key and Onew leave one day.
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Key had slipped a note under Taemin’s door telling him that he and Onew were out hunting. He also said to help himself to whatever food they had in the kitchen. But he especially warned him not to go near Minho’s room. But Taemin couldn’t stand it anymore. He grew tired of staring at the roses every day; he was sick of waiting. There was something wrong with Minho, and somehow, he figured that he was the cause of it. He tiptoed out of his room quietly once more, and headed towards Minho’s. The heartbreaking groans were gone, and the house was filled with eerie silence.
He stopped in front of Minho’s door and turned the knob, but it was locked. He placed his palms against the door, and looked directly at it as if he were trying to see through. “Minho. Minho, please tell me what’s wrong. I’m worried, and I can’t stay in that room by myself anymore. I‘m scared, Minho…” Taemin sobbed softly, as he anticipated his master’s response. There was silence, followed by a moan, and there was silence once more.
“Taemin, please don’t cry. But listen to me carefully. You have to get out of here. One morning, you have to go outside, and run. Run as far away from here as possible. You got it?” Minho said from the other side, breathing heavily. Taemin simply shook his head. He didn’t understand why Minho would want him to run away.
“I-I don’t understand...” he kept sobbing, wishing he could find more comfort than just talking to Minho between a door. “What’s going on?” he sniffled.
“I…” Minho hesitated, before letting out another painful groan. “I’m dying.” He said plainly, listening to the eerie silence from Taemin’s side.
“But why would that-“
“When I die, Key and Onew are going to kill you, or even worse, turn you into a vampire too. Before that even happens, you have to run away from this wretched place. Taemin, please promise me you’ll run away from here.” Minho pleaded, trying to hide the pain that was killing him at that moment.
“I don’t want to leave you, Minho. I don’t want to!” Taemin started sobbing again, as he wondered why Minho would be dying. “I’ll stay by your side forever, master…” he hiccupped. Minho seemed fine before, and nothing odd happened to bring upon this catastrophe. Or was there? Taemin remembered the odd golden specks on Minho’s eyes again. He was completely fine before the specks appeared. But what exactly happened that made them appear in the first place? “Minho, are you dying because of me?”
“Taemin. Run.” Minho whispered quietly, but Taemin was caught in confusion, and before he knew it, Key was behind him again.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay in the room and not bother Minho?” his scarlet eyes were so vibrant, they were almost glowing. And it scared Taemin. He thought Key was going to kill him right there. He stood in place, cowering as he tried to cling onto Minho’s door.
Key’s scary act melted away with a sigh, as he rubbed his temples in a circular motion. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Please, come. Minho needs to rest.” Taemin knew that Key was right and nodded, before following him back into that dreaded room. But instead of leaving Taemin by himself, he stayed behind. “Taemin-ah, you really want to know what’s wrong with Minho, am I right?” he asked, and the boy merely nodded in anticipation. “He’s….suffering from blood loss. More like the energy blood gives him. He’s turning into an adult vampire soon, and he needs more energy than what those…flowers give him. I guess, in human terms, you could call him vegetarian. Which really won’t be that far from the truth, actually, since he drinks blended up flowers.” Key ranted on and on about how he didn’t know how Minho could survive off those, and the younger one was forced to listen.
“Anyway, my point is, that I’m begging you, Taemin,” Key got down on his knees in front of Taemin. “As you can see, I’m desperate. You’re the only hope now. Minho’s only hope. If he doesn’t get human blood by tomorrow, he’s going to die. Please, please, Taemin. I love Minho so much. I know you do, too. So please do this for him. And for me. Please.” Taemin sighed. As much as the view of a vampire begging him for help amused him, he still couldn’t quite get over the facts he had just heard. He wanted to help Minho, he was sure of that, but was he actually ready to sacrifice his life for him?
“Taemin-ah, please…” Key pleaded again, his eyes streaked with tears, and Taemin nodded slightly. Key’s eyes widened and a grin spread across his face. “R-really?! Oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you!” he exclaimed happily, taking Taemin’s hands in his, as he cried again. But this time, it was tears of joy. Taemin smiled slightly at the umma’s display of gratefulness. He was ready to die; he had already convinced himself that he was ready for that. His life seemed complete knowing that Minho had shown him proper love, even if it was as a pet. And this was the least he could do for Minho. For Minho.
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“Please put those petals in the blender and mix a bit of water into it. After you’re done, fill that cup halfway with the petal mixture and half with your blood, and then mix it.” Key instructed Taemin. Taemin did as he was told, poured half of it into a cup, slit his palm and let the other half fill with his blood. He closed his palm, letting the blood pool in there as he stirred the contents. It looked exactly like the bottled stuff Minho always drank.
“He shouldn’t be able to tell the difference in smell between your blood and the roses anymore. They’re too alike, and his senses are too lowered now.” Key explained on the way, and all Taemin could do was nod and listen.
Finally, they reached the front of his room, and Taemin held his breath as Key opened the door slowly. There, they saw Jinki standing beside Minho in his bed. Minho himself laid down under the covers, and Taemin couldn’t exactly tell whether his eyes were open or closed. All he knew was that Minho looked fragile. His skin was so pale; he almost blended in with the covers. It looked like even the lightest touch would make him crumble away to pieces. Taemin had to hold his tears back as he shakily stepped forward, still holding the cup in his hand.
“Tae…min.” Minho’s raspy voice called out to him, and Taemin jostled forward, placing the cup on Minho’s night stand before it all spilt out. Taemin knelt down beside him and stared at his features; he changed. He actually looked old. And his eyes were fully gold. He was right from the beginning; he wasn’t Minho anymore without those purple orbs. “Tae…min. Run. You…promised.” Minho coughed, and Taemin took the cup off his nightstand, bringing it onto his master’s lips.
“I’m sorry, Minho. I told you I wasn’t going to leave your side. Never.” He said as he tilted the cup, and the contents emptied out into Minho’s mouth. His master drank the contents greedily, and once it was finished, his body slowly returned to normal. Taemin watched him regenerate so quickly, that when Minho sat up and licked the drying blood on his palms, he didn’t even notice.
“Taemin, I want more.” Minho’s tongue had now moved onto Taemin’s wrist, as he eyed the juicy artery that was just underneath that skin. Taemin looked down at Minho; his eyes were scarlet red, like Onew and Key’s, and they were clouded over with bloodlust. He wasn’t Minho anymore. Any part of him that used to be there was now gone. Taemin moaned as Minho stuck his fangs through his flesh, and into his wrist.
“Congratulations, Minho, you’re officially one of us.” Jinki said proudly, as Key let out a squeal of delight. Taemin’s breathing got laboured as Minho worked his way up to his neck, before sinking his fangs in there. Blood dripped everywhere, and the hot sticky liquid rubbed against Minho and Taemin. Minho’s eyes were getting livelier and more vibrant red at the second, and all he could think of was blood. How good the blood tasted, and how he wanted more. Oh, much more. Taemin could actually feel the blood drain out of himself. He was getting weaker by the second. That must’ve been how Minho felt before. And it was all because of him. He was glad that he had finally proved that he was of use for something for once. He grabbed Minho’s arm and yelled out in pain, before his eyelids drooped down slowly.
“Master, thank you….” He whispered into Minho’s ear, before his body laid completely lifeless in Minho’s arms.
Minho heard what he had said, and completely detached his fangs from his neck, but by then, it was already too late. Minho shook Taemin furiously, trying to wake him up, but nothing came. His angelic face was eternally in peace, and Minho bowed his head down, sobbing. He couldn’t believe he had just done what he did. His tears fell on the covers, mixing in with Taemin’s blood drippings that remained leftover there. The blood seemed to form a pattern on the sheets, the red contrasting against the white, as it was shaped in the form of a rose. A crimson rose.
Minho yelled in anger as he tore the sheets apart, shouting out a string of profanities at Onew and Key as he did so. His mind was clouded with anger then; he didn’t even know what was wrong or right anymore. He had ultimately become the monster he had despised from the beginning. In rage, he headed towards Onew and Key, attacking them. Their last pleas for mercy were heard, but Minho had blocked it all out. In a second, ear splitting screams were heard, and the white room was painted red.
Minho carried Taemin’s body in his arms, and it reminded him of that night where he first found him. He remembered how scared, and cold, and confused Taemin was. Now all that was left of him was the cold. He brought him towards the window of the guest room where Taemin stayed at, and sat at the armchair where Taemin sat. He faced his corpse out, looking into the roses, and he held him in his arms, as if he were still alive. “Taemin, Taemin, I’m really sorry. I told you to run away. You should’ve listened. You should’ve listened…”
He got up and fumbled about, headed into Onew and Key’s room. It was there somewhere, he knew it was there. Opening all the drawers and cabinets recklessly, he finally found it. He found the gun. He laughed slightly to himself as he carried it with him back to the guest room, as he straddled Taemin’s body up on his lap. “Did you miss me? Don’t worry, Taemin. I’ll join you soon enough. I don’t deserve to live like this. We’re nothing but monsters. And monsters don’t belong in this world…” Minho’s tears spilled again, and he cursed out to himself, before bringing the gun to his temples. He squeezed Taemin’s hand in his, and pulled the trigger.
The sound of silence had never been more deafening.