Open Window (OnHo) - Part 9
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The first time Minho returned, it was with a steak knife that Onew regarded as if it was as useless in this situation as a plastic fork.
So the second time, he was carrying his mom's favorite butcher knife, and the horrified look on Taemin's face would have pulled pity from the most evil people in the world, or so Minho at first thought.
When Minho turned his attention to Onew, he could feel almost as much as he could see the hunger he had for Taemin. As much as Minho had known Onew was a vampire, at that moment he knew he was evil. "Friendly" nothing.
Minho got angry, and scared, but worst of all he felt this little jerking at his heart that he could recognize as jealousy, and he had the fleeting thought that it wasn't right for Onew to want another human more than he wanted him..
Before Minho could start beating himself up over how stupid his feelings were, he stepped by Taemin's side and knelt down. "Here." He held the knife out.
"I can't do it myself." Taemin said.
Onew reached over to grip Taemin's wrist, jerking his hand over the big red cup that Minho had brought from the kitchen before. "I got it." he said, snatching the knife from Minho's grip.
Taemin teared up, saying "Wait."
Minho tried to stay calm for him, despite the hurricane of emotions he was going through. "Try not to think about it. Just," Minho felt awkward for the lame advice, "Close your eyes."
When Onew said, "Cover his mouth.", Taemin whimpered, but then he started taking deep breaths, and looked impressively calm.
Minho moved behind Taemin and gently wrapped his arms around him. As he was about to lift his hand over Taemin's mouth, Taemin whimpered "Please..", and he froze.
Futile or not, he was going to tell Onew to stop, but he was too late. The blade sliced effortlessly across Taemin's palm, and blood leaked out of the deep wide cut it made, dropping straight into the cup. Taemin cried out, the end of which was muffled by Minho's fast moving hand. Minho stared shocked as the cup began to fill much faster than imagined.
Onew was watching with wild hungry eyes, snarling at Taemin's gaping palm. Minho realized that he, sickeningly, could feel the powerful lust for blood. For a moment, he himself even wanted to reach out and finish ripping Taemin's hand wide open - but that more than disgusting feeling went away as soon as Onew jerked the cup from under Taemin's dripping hand and started downing the blood.
Taemin was so stiff, Minho had to listen closely to assure himself that the kid was breathing. He felt intoxicated - not that he knew what drinking alcohol was like, just that he knew the symptoms because he'd paid attention in health class. He was dizzy and lightheaded, but oddly energized at the same time. He knew that these emotions were Onew's, and hated that they were bothering him.
He got himself together though, and turned his attention where he felt it belonged. "You alright?" He dropped his hand, moved from behind Taemin.
Taemin nodded, his hand now in a fist that dripped on his lap, soaking a spot on his black jeans. "Really.. not all that bad.." He slowly opened his eyes, and squeaked upon seeing his hand.
Minho moved fast, grabbing the first aid kit that was already conveniently in the room from fixing Onew's arm up. "Don't look at it."
Taemin nodded, closing his eyes again. "I'll think of something else.."
Minho nodded, "Good idea."
Taemin opened his eyes, looking at Onew. The vampire was just now lowering his cup, licking blood around his lips. When he noticed Taemin looking, he regarded him with angry eyes. "What?"
Surprisingly to Minho, Taemin didn't flinch at the expression. He just stared in a daze, and said, "Are you like 500 years old?"
Onew scoffed, breaking eye contact with the kid. "I'm five."
"Is that a joke?" Taemin asked.
"I've been a vampire for five years." Onew explained briefly. "Or something like that."
"Will you be 500?" Taemin asked, and Minho tore his interest away from their conversation so he could focus on bandaging up Taemin's cut.
"I don't count on it." Onew answered, "Though I won't die of old age, if that's what you're wondering."
"What kills you?"
"I would not tell you that, human."
Minho glanced between them briefly before his eyes are back on his work. The cut in Taemin's hand is deep enough to worry him, but when he questions whether or not it will be okay, one of those feelings tells him that it will. "Crosses..." Minho tells Taemin, "Don't work on him."
Taemin shrugged and nodded, "I thought that one didn't make much sense."
Minho glared at Taemin, who had given him the idea in the first place, "Why?"
"I don't think Christianity would be used as a weapon." Taemin's weak voice made it hard for Minho to stay annoyed at him.
However, Onew laughed a super villain laugh.
Taemin frowned at him, "What?"
"Humans." Onew said, "Are so naive."
Taemin pouted at him, "Says the five year old noodle."
Minho smiled, amused, and then met Onew's angry eyes. Then he quickly cut Taemin's bandage. "There. Does it feel tight?"
Taemin nodded. "Thanks, Minho."
It felt weird that he'd be thanked, when he got Taemin into this in the first place. Minho started to feel guilty again, and then Taemin said, "You should have told me you had a vampire sooner."
"Do I look like a pet?" Onew asked angrily.
Taemin smiled, "No. You're cooler than a pet, Noodle."
Onew scowled, but maybe he was a little flattered on some level, because he didn't argue - even about his new nickname.
"What do we do now?" Minho asked Onew, "We can't just send Taemin home like this."
"He will sleep with me."
That odd jealousy attacked Minho once again, and Onew smiled knowingly at him. "Or do you have a problem with that?"
Minho straightened up, "It's fine."
"Where do you sleep....?" Taemin asked, looking around, surely for a hidden coffin.
When Onew pointed under the bed, Taemin laughed. Then stopped, after Onew angrily glared.
"Mmkay." Taemin said, "But don't you sleep during the day? I'm tired now."
"I sleep at sunrise. You'll still be sleeping then, I'm sure. You'll need it."
"Do you want to sleep now?" Minho asked Taemin. Taemin nodded, and said, "But I don't have any pajamas."
Minho was going to be very tired of lending out his clothes.
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