Living as a Vampire for Dummies - Prologue
Title: Living as a Vampire for Dummies
Chapter: Prologue/?
Fandoms: Super Junior, SS501, DBSK
Pairings: YeWook, Friendship!YS, KiHae, HanChul, KyuMin (others to be added)
Rating: PG-16
Warning: Character Death, Angst
Summary: A reference for the rest of us! Because YeSung sure as hell wasn't expecting to be turned into a vampire. After he is involved in a hit-and-run late one night, a friend arrives just in time and saves his life... Sort of. With only YoungSaeng's advice to guide him, YeSung has to find a way to pretend everything is normal, and hide his new secret from his band mates... Which is impossible when you're living with 14 other people. Chaos ensues, and YeSung's (un)life will be tossed upside-down.
A/N: No, I didn't forget The World Ends With You! >.<; I just had to post this up before my brain melted from all the pressure it's been under. So I'll be attempting two stories at once... Hey, if I get blocked on one, I'll just write in the other! ^.^; There will also be my failed attempt at humor throughout the story, I need to get more practice, and I figure YeSung's ad-libbing is the perfect excuse! *shot*
Prologue
The Dummies series: A reference for the rest of us! These helpful books can be found in practically every bookstore you walk into, in a variety of languages. Everything from cooking, to psychology, to learning a new language, you can find the facts in those pages. Sometimes even including CD’s to better understand the material, these little wonders have become the standard for how-to books across the world.
Unfortunately, not all topics are covered by the Dummies series. There are quite a few questions that, no matter how hard you search, you just won’t find. No matter how desperately you might need those questions answered.
Let me share one such question with you.
What happens after death?
It was something everyone’s asked themselves at least once. Are you reincarnated? Is there really a Heaven or a Hell? Do you become a ghost? Or do you just… Disappear? The body decomposes, becomes part of the earth, but what of your soul? Is it really as eternal as people believe?
And what’s probably the most frustrating thing is that there’s no way of knowing what comes after death. You can ask yourself all you want, but mere humans are not so in-tune with the universe that they can answer such questions.
To get the answer, you would have to ask the only ones who would know. The dead themselves.
*****
“So… Remind me why I’m here again?”
It was raining, his umbrella had a hole in it, and it was the middle of the night. The male walking down the side of the small street with a phone to his ear was most definitely not a happy camper.
”Calm down. I’m sorry, I’ll buy you all the dumplings and meat buns you want, but I really need your help with this.”
“Why at this hour, why out here? The street isn’t even lit properly.”
”Well, it IS hard for people like us to get out and about without being stalked… This place is more-or-less abandoned, so it’s perfect.”
“Abandoned. Great.”
”C’mon, where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Probably back in the dorm where it’s warm and dry. Along with my common sense, which refused to be dragged into this.”
”Spoilsport.”
A dull screeching of tires reached his ears, making the male wince.
”What was that? Sounded like a dying cat.”
“It was a car, you imbecile.”
Blinding light. A car veered down the small street, going at speeds too great for such an old neighborhood. The male winced, raising his hands to shield his eyes. Then realized the car was most definitely not staying in the middle of the street.
The light engulfed him, shortly followed by pain. Blinding pain. An ear piercing screech, then silence, as his body made contact with the ground again. The phone clattered to the pavement, screen chipped, but the small device was miraculously not broken.
Pain radiating from his chest, the male vaguely noted the car drive away again with a loud screech. Turning his head, and admiring for a moment the way the rain puddle underneath him was slowly turning red, he closed his eyes. The last thing he heard before the darkness overtook him was the faint static from his cell phone, and his name being screamed over and over from the other end of the line.
”YeSung? YeSung? YESUNG???”
Chapter: Prologue/?
Fandoms: Super Junior, SS501, DBSK
Pairings: YeWook, Friendship!YS, KiHae, HanChul, KyuMin (others to be added)
Rating: PG-16
Warning: Character Death, Angst
Summary: A reference for the rest of us! Because YeSung sure as hell wasn't expecting to be turned into a vampire. After he is involved in a hit-and-run late one night, a friend arrives just in time and saves his life... Sort of. With only YoungSaeng's advice to guide him, YeSung has to find a way to pretend everything is normal, and hide his new secret from his band mates... Which is impossible when you're living with 14 other people. Chaos ensues, and YeSung's (un)life will be tossed upside-down.
A/N: No, I didn't forget The World Ends With You! >.<; I just had to post this up before my brain melted from all the pressure it's been under. So I'll be attempting two stories at once... Hey, if I get blocked on one, I'll just write in the other! ^.^; There will also be my failed attempt at humor throughout the story, I need to get more practice, and I figure YeSung's ad-libbing is the perfect excuse! *shot*
Prologue
The Dummies series: A reference for the rest of us! These helpful books can be found in practically every bookstore you walk into, in a variety of languages. Everything from cooking, to psychology, to learning a new language, you can find the facts in those pages. Sometimes even including CD’s to better understand the material, these little wonders have become the standard for how-to books across the world.
Unfortunately, not all topics are covered by the Dummies series. There are quite a few questions that, no matter how hard you search, you just won’t find. No matter how desperately you might need those questions answered.
Let me share one such question with you.
What happens after death?
It was something everyone’s asked themselves at least once. Are you reincarnated? Is there really a Heaven or a Hell? Do you become a ghost? Or do you just… Disappear? The body decomposes, becomes part of the earth, but what of your soul? Is it really as eternal as people believe?
And what’s probably the most frustrating thing is that there’s no way of knowing what comes after death. You can ask yourself all you want, but mere humans are not so in-tune with the universe that they can answer such questions.
To get the answer, you would have to ask the only ones who would know. The dead themselves.
*****
“So… Remind me why I’m here again?”
It was raining, his umbrella had a hole in it, and it was the middle of the night. The male walking down the side of the small street with a phone to his ear was most definitely not a happy camper.
”Calm down. I’m sorry, I’ll buy you all the dumplings and meat buns you want, but I really need your help with this.”
“Why at this hour, why out here? The street isn’t even lit properly.”
”Well, it IS hard for people like us to get out and about without being stalked… This place is more-or-less abandoned, so it’s perfect.”
“Abandoned. Great.”
”C’mon, where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Probably back in the dorm where it’s warm and dry. Along with my common sense, which refused to be dragged into this.”
”Spoilsport.”
A dull screeching of tires reached his ears, making the male wince.
”What was that? Sounded like a dying cat.”
“It was a car, you imbecile.”
Blinding light. A car veered down the small street, going at speeds too great for such an old neighborhood. The male winced, raising his hands to shield his eyes. Then realized the car was most definitely not staying in the middle of the street.
The light engulfed him, shortly followed by pain. Blinding pain. An ear piercing screech, then silence, as his body made contact with the ground again. The phone clattered to the pavement, screen chipped, but the small device was miraculously not broken.
Pain radiating from his chest, the male vaguely noted the car drive away again with a loud screech. Turning his head, and admiring for a moment the way the rain puddle underneath him was slowly turning red, he closed his eyes. The last thing he heard before the darkness overtook him was the faint static from his cell phone, and his name being screamed over and over from the other end of the line.
”YeSung? YeSung? YESUNG???”