Living as a Vampire - Chapter Four
Title: Living as a Vampire for Dummies
Chapter: 4/?
Fandoms: Super Junior, SS501, DBSK
Pairings: YeWook, Friendship!YS, KiHae, HanChul, KyuMin, HyunSaeng(SS501) (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: This update took forever! x.x Hopefully it's worth the wait. And thank you to my betaer, everkitsune! <333
Prologue || Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Waiting had always been the hardest part. Left alone with only the sound of RyeoWook’s breathing beside him, and the distant conversation of the other members (which he could still hear as clearly as if they were in the same room), there was no way YeSung could avoid thinking about what he’d become. The idea of being a bloodsucking monster didn’t exactly appeal to him. Briefly, he wondered if death would have been better. He didn’t know if he should be thankful to YoungSaeng for keeping him alive… Or as alive as an undead could be.
Flipping over on to his back, still careful not to breathe, YeSung lifted one hand above his face and examined his skin. He was definitely much paler already, the blood still in his veins stationary. His veins looked blue-ish gray, but didn’t stand out thankfully. Of course, in such darkness he knew he shouldn’t be able to see details so clearly. Night vision must be another vampiric quality. He should really start paying attention to vampire stories from now on.
Lets see… What DID he know? Besides the obvious vampire diet? Scanning his memory, YeSung found that he couldn’t really remember much. SungMin had been obsessed with that movie and book, Twilight, for months… Maybe he sparkled in sunlight too? He sure hoped so. Maybe he should ask YoungSaeng about that.
Not breathing was uncomfortable. Even though he technically didn’t need air anymore, his lungs still strained for it, and YeSung had to keep his lips firmly clamped together and nose blocked to make sure he didn’t accidentally breathe in the eternal magnae’s VERY tempting scent. His throat was sore, and now that he knew why it disturbed him all the more.
YoungSaeng expected him to drink blood. Blood, from a living human being. The way the thought both disgusted him and entranced him at the same time sent shivers down his spine. Because something so utterly wrong, so completely immoral and inhumane, shouldn’t sound so tempting. Was he really going to turn into a monster?
Gradually, the racket elsewhere in the dorm ceased as everyone started heading to bed. After chasing DongHae and EunHyuk around, HeeChul was out like a light. HanKyung carried the princess to his room, as EunHyuk, KangIn and LeeTeuk left for the other dorm. KyuHyun and KiBum stayed up for a while playing video games, but finally called it quits around 3am. By that time, YeSung’s throat felt like he’d spent months in a desert, and he was restless.
Sleeping would have been a fantastic escape right about now. But he couldn’t sleep anymore. He spent the long hours focusing on not breathing and trying not to think about what he was going to have to do to make his thirst go away. How did YoungSaeng DEAL with any of this? He had a newfound respect for his friend. Coping with all this alone must have been a challenge, and he wondered if YoungSaeng was inwardly happy he wasn’t the only vampire in Seoul anymore.
Finally.
Climbing out of bed slowly, YeSung tried not to make too much noise as he tiptoed to the bedroom door. Looking back at RyeoWook sleeping peacefully, buried under his blankets and pillow, a smile came to his lips. He would find a way to control himself; he had to. For the bands sake, for RyeoWook’s sake, he could do this.
He closed the door behind him, inching across the dark corridor to the front door. He could see perfectly fine, which was something he was glad for; how many times had he gone to get a glass of water in the middle of the night and crashed into the furniture? Being sneaky would be so much easier now.
YoungSaeng had said he’d be waiting outside the apartment building. Listening hard, YeSung tried to tell if it was still raining or not. It sounded like it had stopped…
Deciding his hearing was more reliable than it used to be, he didn’t take the umbrella and instead just left the apartment without even a jacket; he couldn’t catch a chill anymore anyways. He’d yet to come to the conclusion of whether all these changes were a good thing or not.
He found his friend leaning against the brick wall outside. “Did you stay here all this time?” YeSung asked, looking up at the sky. Yup, there was no more rain, at least for now.
YoungSaeng shook his head. “No. I went to get a bite to eat.”
YeSung looked at him sharply, now fully understanding the hidden meaning behind those words. YoungSaeng held both hands up in his defense. “He was drunk out of his mind, and I didn’t kill him. He’ll probably think it was all a bad dream tomorrow. Besides, if I’m going to help you, I want to be at my best.”
“You can take blood without killing someone?” YeSung asked, relieved.
“Don’t start cheering yet. It takes a LOT of control to stop. Much more control than you currently have.” YeSung deflated. YoungSaeng chuckled, clapping his hand on YeSung’s shoulder and steering him down the sidewalk. “Don’t think too much about it, alright? Eventually you’ll have that control, and even if you don’t, you can choose who you kill. Target someone committing a crime, a homeless person, or someone who’s probably just going to end up dead anyways. It keeps the media coverage down and it helps with the inward guilt a little more than if you were to take someone with a caring family to come home to.”
YeSung nodded mutely, deciding not to point out that, regardless of who it was, it was still killing. If YoungSaeng told himself these things to lessen the pain, he wasn’t going to burst his bubble.
They walked for a while. YeSung looked at his watch; it was 3:30 AM. “Why are we going so far?” He asked, frowning slightly.
“Do you want a murder occurring so close to where you live? It’s safer to spread out; stay too close to where you live, and the police might track you down. Or just a nosy neighbor. Besides, we’re not going too far out of our way. Technically, we could get there much faster, but I don’t think teaching you how to run fast is a good idea right now.”
“You mean super speed? Vampires have that?”
“In a sense, yeah. You can run faster than a car can drive if you really tried. But what takes practice is improving your reaction time. There’s no sense in running 200 miles an hour if you can’t react fast enough to avoid slamming into a wall. I’ll show you that eventually, okay? Just for now, if you notice you’re moving faster than a human is, slow it down. People get very suspicious if you can get from one end of the room to the other in half a second.”
YoungSaeng turned down a dark alley, YeSung following him. “I know this place,” YeSung murmured. “Isn’t the red-light district this way?”
“Yup.”
“YoungSaeng, I thought you were taking me to hunt, not to stare at half-naked-“
YoungSaeng smacked him upside the head. “We are going to hunt. The red-light district just happens to be the best hunting ground I have in this part of Seoul. No one really notices if someone goes missing here. All you need to do is find some drunkard out in the back alleys and you’ve got yourself a meal. And if you can’t find someone, it doesn’t take any effort to lure someone outside, really.”
YeSung stared at YoungSaeng. “You’ve seduced people into following you? That’s-… Wait, don’t they recognize you? You are a pop star, you know…”
“I know. I rarely talk to those sober enough to recognize me, JongWoon. You’d be surprised how quickly people get drunk here. Another perk of being a vampire, you can swallow a gallon of straight vodka and not so much as get a buzz.”
YeSung frowned. This whole vampire thing brought out an entirely different side of YoungSaeng. His usually soft-spoken friend who was more concerned about the latest trends than anything, had become a grim hunter. There was a new sharp edge to his tongue that, while nowhere close to KyuHyun’s snarky attitude, was unexpected and somewhat disorientating. He didn’t know how he should react to any of this. The transition from a human diet to a vampires was not an easy one… And in order to keep his sanity intact, YoungSaeng seemed to have lost some other part of himself instead.
They didn’t have to walk long; not even half a minute into the red-light district, they stumbled across a man heading their way. Unfortunately, this one was not drunk. If the switchblade in his hand was any indication though, he was going to be much more interesting to deal with than a wayward drunkard.
“Alright now, just give up your wallet and I won’t gut you like a fish.”
Well, there was someone who got straight to the point. YeSung looked nervously at YoungSaeng, whom the knife was directed towards. Sure, there were two of them and only one gangster, but that knife was still looking rather sharp…
YoungSaeng’s facial expression darkened, a dangerous smile curving his lips upward, and YeSung resisted the urge to back away. It was a predator’s smile, like a lion who’d cornered his prey. Even the gangster looked a bit spooked; the hand holding the knife shook slightly before he seemed to decide it was easier to take money from a dead body than a man with such a dark gaze. His grip tightened, and he stabbed forward with the sharp weapon.
The vampire moved faster. The knife was plucked from the man’s fingers like a toy. YoungSaeng tossing it aside before the gangster had even registered what happened. When his fingers, instead of the switchblade, hit YoungSaeng he seemed to panic slightly. No human could move so fast. YeSung flinched as YoungSaeng brought his other hand up sharply, hitting his opponent on the side of the head. The gangster dropped like a stone.
“Is he dead?” YeSung whispered, stunned.
YoungSaeng shook his head. “Just unconscious. You never take blood from a dead human body; it’s like poison.” He knelt down beside the human, pulling the unresponsive man into a sitting position. “There. I won’t always be around to knock them out like this, but I figured for your first time we’d start with something easy.”
Easy? Easy? He still had to kill the man, how was it easy? YeSung crouched down beside YoungSaeng, only to fall on his rear when YoungSaeng pushed the man towards him. “Wait!” He exclaimed. He wasn’t ready for this. His throat hurt and the human smelt far too tempting for his sanity, but he wasn’t ready to kill someone.
“YeSung the longer you wait, the harder it will be.” YoungSaeng’s voice was filled with pity, and looking at his friend, YeSung saw the predators look was gone, and the other singer looked apologetic. “I don’t enjoy forcing you to do this either, but you have to now and putting it off till the last minute will only put yourself and others in danger. Or do you want to deal with your bandmates this thirsty? What about RyeoWook?”
He was right. YeSung knew he was right, but damn it, he wasn’t ready for this. Shutting his eyes, he took in a shuddering breath. “There’s… Really no other way, right?”
“No other way,” YoungSaeng said gently.
Yesung opened his eyes and looked down at the gangster he was about to kill. The man looked barely thirty. Perhaps he was a father? Perhaps he had someone to come back home to, someone waiting for him right now? Perhaps he had a chance at a decent future beyond theft and late-night ambushes?
“Don’t think about it. Just do it.”
YeSung took his eyes off the male’s face, shuddering as he leaned in closer. The human’s scent was intoxicating and it made him sick to his stomach to be so attracted to it. YoungSaeng kept one hand on YeSung’s back, rubbing up and down gently, reassuring him. He knew all about the mental struggle new vampires went through… He’d gone through it too. But YeSung didn’t want to lose whatever it was YoungSaeng had in those months he’d been a vampire. He wanted to hold on to every inch of humanity he had, no matter what he had to do to survive.
Lips made contact with the soft neck first. A vampire bite… He supposed it was called the Kiss of Death for a reason. Sending a silent prayer to whoever may be listening, YeSung opened his mouth and bit down.
Warm liquid spilt down his throat, and YeSung’s grip on the man’s shoulders tightened. It tasted… Much better than anything he’d ever drank before. Sure, he’d tasted blood before, whenever he accidentally bit on his own lips too hard, but this was different. It was like a drug, a liquid addiction he couldn’t fight and had no intention of fighting. All thought ceased, and he drank thirstily from his human victim, eyes slipping shut in ecstasy.
All too soon, the blood being sucked through the wound ceased to flow, and YoungSaeng’s hands gently pulled him away, forcing YeSung to stop feeding. When he was removed from the human’s neck, YeSung lashed out at YoungSaeng almost instinctively, a dangerous snarl ripping through his throat. YoungSaeng, knowing better than to stand too close to a fledgling vampire possessed with bloodlust, got out of the way as fast as he could.
Mind clearing, YeSung stared at his friend who was now at the other end of the alley, watching with an unreadable expression. The remnants of the blood coated the inside of his mouth, the final lingering of that sweet taste. Wiping one hand across his mouth, it came away red, drops of blood that had covered his lips standing out against his pale skin.
YoungSaeng was back beside him in a flash as YeSung’s legs gave out and he crumpled to the ground, staring at the blood on the back of his hand in shock. He looked up at YoungSaeng slowly, the other vampire looking apologetic again.
“It was the bloodlust, don’t worry about it. Vampires tend to get very… Possessive with their food. It will be easier to keep from lashing out eventually.”
Steeling himself, YeSung turned his head to look at the gangster lying beside him. The man’s eyes were wide open, staring at the brick wall unseeingly. Mouth wide open as though to scream, skin deathly white with the flush of life taken from it.
“He woke up at the last second,” YoungSaeng said softly. “He started struggling a little, but it didn’t last long.”
Thinking back, he had felt hands pushing at him weakly, but at the time he hadn’t noticed… Mere human strength couldn’t keep him from his victim. Not with that taste in his mouth: the taste of a human’s blood…
YeSung pushed away from YoungSaeng, flipped over onto his hands and knees, and was sick.
YoungSaeng pulled his hair out of his face, rubbing his back gently as YeSung was rid of the last trances of human food in his system. No blood came up; it had already been absorbed into his veins, his skin regaining an almost human tinge to it. Coughing and wiping his mouth, YeSung looked up at YoungSaeng, who returned the gaze with a pitying expression.
“I know. The first few times isn’t very fun. I was sick too, the first time. Only I didn’t have anyone to rub my back like this.”
YeSung pushed himself back, away from the mess on the ground. He felt better; his throat had stopped hurting, his body nearly hummed with renewed energy. But at the same time, he felt like an absolute wreck. His eyes burned, but tears could no longer fall.
The second his shoulders started to shake, strong arms wrapped around him,\ and YeSung was drawn into his friends embrace, face pressed against the fabric of YoungSaeng’s shirt. Choked sobs escaped him, crying without tears as cold hands ran soothingly along his back and through his dark hair, YoungSaeng humming softly to calm him.
“I killed him,” YeSung choked. “I killed someone.”
Perhaps he was a monster after all.
Chapter: 4/?
Fandoms: Super Junior, SS501, DBSK
Pairings: YeWook, Friendship!YS, KiHae, HanChul, KyuMin, HyunSaeng(SS501) (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: This update took forever! x.x Hopefully it's worth the wait. And thank you to my betaer, everkitsune! <333
Prologue || Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Waiting had always been the hardest part. Left alone with only the sound of RyeoWook’s breathing beside him, and the distant conversation of the other members (which he could still hear as clearly as if they were in the same room), there was no way YeSung could avoid thinking about what he’d become. The idea of being a bloodsucking monster didn’t exactly appeal to him. Briefly, he wondered if death would have been better. He didn’t know if he should be thankful to YoungSaeng for keeping him alive… Or as alive as an undead could be.
Flipping over on to his back, still careful not to breathe, YeSung lifted one hand above his face and examined his skin. He was definitely much paler already, the blood still in his veins stationary. His veins looked blue-ish gray, but didn’t stand out thankfully. Of course, in such darkness he knew he shouldn’t be able to see details so clearly. Night vision must be another vampiric quality. He should really start paying attention to vampire stories from now on.
Lets see… What DID he know? Besides the obvious vampire diet? Scanning his memory, YeSung found that he couldn’t really remember much. SungMin had been obsessed with that movie and book, Twilight, for months… Maybe he sparkled in sunlight too? He sure hoped so. Maybe he should ask YoungSaeng about that.
Not breathing was uncomfortable. Even though he technically didn’t need air anymore, his lungs still strained for it, and YeSung had to keep his lips firmly clamped together and nose blocked to make sure he didn’t accidentally breathe in the eternal magnae’s VERY tempting scent. His throat was sore, and now that he knew why it disturbed him all the more.
YoungSaeng expected him to drink blood. Blood, from a living human being. The way the thought both disgusted him and entranced him at the same time sent shivers down his spine. Because something so utterly wrong, so completely immoral and inhumane, shouldn’t sound so tempting. Was he really going to turn into a monster?
Gradually, the racket elsewhere in the dorm ceased as everyone started heading to bed. After chasing DongHae and EunHyuk around, HeeChul was out like a light. HanKyung carried the princess to his room, as EunHyuk, KangIn and LeeTeuk left for the other dorm. KyuHyun and KiBum stayed up for a while playing video games, but finally called it quits around 3am. By that time, YeSung’s throat felt like he’d spent months in a desert, and he was restless.
Sleeping would have been a fantastic escape right about now. But he couldn’t sleep anymore. He spent the long hours focusing on not breathing and trying not to think about what he was going to have to do to make his thirst go away. How did YoungSaeng DEAL with any of this? He had a newfound respect for his friend. Coping with all this alone must have been a challenge, and he wondered if YoungSaeng was inwardly happy he wasn’t the only vampire in Seoul anymore.
Finally.
Climbing out of bed slowly, YeSung tried not to make too much noise as he tiptoed to the bedroom door. Looking back at RyeoWook sleeping peacefully, buried under his blankets and pillow, a smile came to his lips. He would find a way to control himself; he had to. For the bands sake, for RyeoWook’s sake, he could do this.
He closed the door behind him, inching across the dark corridor to the front door. He could see perfectly fine, which was something he was glad for; how many times had he gone to get a glass of water in the middle of the night and crashed into the furniture? Being sneaky would be so much easier now.
YoungSaeng had said he’d be waiting outside the apartment building. Listening hard, YeSung tried to tell if it was still raining or not. It sounded like it had stopped…
Deciding his hearing was more reliable than it used to be, he didn’t take the umbrella and instead just left the apartment without even a jacket; he couldn’t catch a chill anymore anyways. He’d yet to come to the conclusion of whether all these changes were a good thing or not.
He found his friend leaning against the brick wall outside. “Did you stay here all this time?” YeSung asked, looking up at the sky. Yup, there was no more rain, at least for now.
YoungSaeng shook his head. “No. I went to get a bite to eat.”
YeSung looked at him sharply, now fully understanding the hidden meaning behind those words. YoungSaeng held both hands up in his defense. “He was drunk out of his mind, and I didn’t kill him. He’ll probably think it was all a bad dream tomorrow. Besides, if I’m going to help you, I want to be at my best.”
“You can take blood without killing someone?” YeSung asked, relieved.
“Don’t start cheering yet. It takes a LOT of control to stop. Much more control than you currently have.” YeSung deflated. YoungSaeng chuckled, clapping his hand on YeSung’s shoulder and steering him down the sidewalk. “Don’t think too much about it, alright? Eventually you’ll have that control, and even if you don’t, you can choose who you kill. Target someone committing a crime, a homeless person, or someone who’s probably just going to end up dead anyways. It keeps the media coverage down and it helps with the inward guilt a little more than if you were to take someone with a caring family to come home to.”
YeSung nodded mutely, deciding not to point out that, regardless of who it was, it was still killing. If YoungSaeng told himself these things to lessen the pain, he wasn’t going to burst his bubble.
They walked for a while. YeSung looked at his watch; it was 3:30 AM. “Why are we going so far?” He asked, frowning slightly.
“Do you want a murder occurring so close to where you live? It’s safer to spread out; stay too close to where you live, and the police might track you down. Or just a nosy neighbor. Besides, we’re not going too far out of our way. Technically, we could get there much faster, but I don’t think teaching you how to run fast is a good idea right now.”
“You mean super speed? Vampires have that?”
“In a sense, yeah. You can run faster than a car can drive if you really tried. But what takes practice is improving your reaction time. There’s no sense in running 200 miles an hour if you can’t react fast enough to avoid slamming into a wall. I’ll show you that eventually, okay? Just for now, if you notice you’re moving faster than a human is, slow it down. People get very suspicious if you can get from one end of the room to the other in half a second.”
YoungSaeng turned down a dark alley, YeSung following him. “I know this place,” YeSung murmured. “Isn’t the red-light district this way?”
“Yup.”
“YoungSaeng, I thought you were taking me to hunt, not to stare at half-naked-“
YoungSaeng smacked him upside the head. “We are going to hunt. The red-light district just happens to be the best hunting ground I have in this part of Seoul. No one really notices if someone goes missing here. All you need to do is find some drunkard out in the back alleys and you’ve got yourself a meal. And if you can’t find someone, it doesn’t take any effort to lure someone outside, really.”
YeSung stared at YoungSaeng. “You’ve seduced people into following you? That’s-… Wait, don’t they recognize you? You are a pop star, you know…”
“I know. I rarely talk to those sober enough to recognize me, JongWoon. You’d be surprised how quickly people get drunk here. Another perk of being a vampire, you can swallow a gallon of straight vodka and not so much as get a buzz.”
YeSung frowned. This whole vampire thing brought out an entirely different side of YoungSaeng. His usually soft-spoken friend who was more concerned about the latest trends than anything, had become a grim hunter. There was a new sharp edge to his tongue that, while nowhere close to KyuHyun’s snarky attitude, was unexpected and somewhat disorientating. He didn’t know how he should react to any of this. The transition from a human diet to a vampires was not an easy one… And in order to keep his sanity intact, YoungSaeng seemed to have lost some other part of himself instead.
They didn’t have to walk long; not even half a minute into the red-light district, they stumbled across a man heading their way. Unfortunately, this one was not drunk. If the switchblade in his hand was any indication though, he was going to be much more interesting to deal with than a wayward drunkard.
“Alright now, just give up your wallet and I won’t gut you like a fish.”
Well, there was someone who got straight to the point. YeSung looked nervously at YoungSaeng, whom the knife was directed towards. Sure, there were two of them and only one gangster, but that knife was still looking rather sharp…
YoungSaeng’s facial expression darkened, a dangerous smile curving his lips upward, and YeSung resisted the urge to back away. It was a predator’s smile, like a lion who’d cornered his prey. Even the gangster looked a bit spooked; the hand holding the knife shook slightly before he seemed to decide it was easier to take money from a dead body than a man with such a dark gaze. His grip tightened, and he stabbed forward with the sharp weapon.
The vampire moved faster. The knife was plucked from the man’s fingers like a toy. YoungSaeng tossing it aside before the gangster had even registered what happened. When his fingers, instead of the switchblade, hit YoungSaeng he seemed to panic slightly. No human could move so fast. YeSung flinched as YoungSaeng brought his other hand up sharply, hitting his opponent on the side of the head. The gangster dropped like a stone.
“Is he dead?” YeSung whispered, stunned.
YoungSaeng shook his head. “Just unconscious. You never take blood from a dead human body; it’s like poison.” He knelt down beside the human, pulling the unresponsive man into a sitting position. “There. I won’t always be around to knock them out like this, but I figured for your first time we’d start with something easy.”
Easy? Easy? He still had to kill the man, how was it easy? YeSung crouched down beside YoungSaeng, only to fall on his rear when YoungSaeng pushed the man towards him. “Wait!” He exclaimed. He wasn’t ready for this. His throat hurt and the human smelt far too tempting for his sanity, but he wasn’t ready to kill someone.
“YeSung the longer you wait, the harder it will be.” YoungSaeng’s voice was filled with pity, and looking at his friend, YeSung saw the predators look was gone, and the other singer looked apologetic. “I don’t enjoy forcing you to do this either, but you have to now and putting it off till the last minute will only put yourself and others in danger. Or do you want to deal with your bandmates this thirsty? What about RyeoWook?”
He was right. YeSung knew he was right, but damn it, he wasn’t ready for this. Shutting his eyes, he took in a shuddering breath. “There’s… Really no other way, right?”
“No other way,” YoungSaeng said gently.
Yesung opened his eyes and looked down at the gangster he was about to kill. The man looked barely thirty. Perhaps he was a father? Perhaps he had someone to come back home to, someone waiting for him right now? Perhaps he had a chance at a decent future beyond theft and late-night ambushes?
“Don’t think about it. Just do it.”
YeSung took his eyes off the male’s face, shuddering as he leaned in closer. The human’s scent was intoxicating and it made him sick to his stomach to be so attracted to it. YoungSaeng kept one hand on YeSung’s back, rubbing up and down gently, reassuring him. He knew all about the mental struggle new vampires went through… He’d gone through it too. But YeSung didn’t want to lose whatever it was YoungSaeng had in those months he’d been a vampire. He wanted to hold on to every inch of humanity he had, no matter what he had to do to survive.
Lips made contact with the soft neck first. A vampire bite… He supposed it was called the Kiss of Death for a reason. Sending a silent prayer to whoever may be listening, YeSung opened his mouth and bit down.
Warm liquid spilt down his throat, and YeSung’s grip on the man’s shoulders tightened. It tasted… Much better than anything he’d ever drank before. Sure, he’d tasted blood before, whenever he accidentally bit on his own lips too hard, but this was different. It was like a drug, a liquid addiction he couldn’t fight and had no intention of fighting. All thought ceased, and he drank thirstily from his human victim, eyes slipping shut in ecstasy.
All too soon, the blood being sucked through the wound ceased to flow, and YoungSaeng’s hands gently pulled him away, forcing YeSung to stop feeding. When he was removed from the human’s neck, YeSung lashed out at YoungSaeng almost instinctively, a dangerous snarl ripping through his throat. YoungSaeng, knowing better than to stand too close to a fledgling vampire possessed with bloodlust, got out of the way as fast as he could.
Mind clearing, YeSung stared at his friend who was now at the other end of the alley, watching with an unreadable expression. The remnants of the blood coated the inside of his mouth, the final lingering of that sweet taste. Wiping one hand across his mouth, it came away red, drops of blood that had covered his lips standing out against his pale skin.
YoungSaeng was back beside him in a flash as YeSung’s legs gave out and he crumpled to the ground, staring at the blood on the back of his hand in shock. He looked up at YoungSaeng slowly, the other vampire looking apologetic again.
“It was the bloodlust, don’t worry about it. Vampires tend to get very… Possessive with their food. It will be easier to keep from lashing out eventually.”
Steeling himself, YeSung turned his head to look at the gangster lying beside him. The man’s eyes were wide open, staring at the brick wall unseeingly. Mouth wide open as though to scream, skin deathly white with the flush of life taken from it.
“He woke up at the last second,” YoungSaeng said softly. “He started struggling a little, but it didn’t last long.”
Thinking back, he had felt hands pushing at him weakly, but at the time he hadn’t noticed… Mere human strength couldn’t keep him from his victim. Not with that taste in his mouth: the taste of a human’s blood…
YeSung pushed away from YoungSaeng, flipped over onto his hands and knees, and was sick.
YoungSaeng pulled his hair out of his face, rubbing his back gently as YeSung was rid of the last trances of human food in his system. No blood came up; it had already been absorbed into his veins, his skin regaining an almost human tinge to it. Coughing and wiping his mouth, YeSung looked up at YoungSaeng, who returned the gaze with a pitying expression.
“I know. The first few times isn’t very fun. I was sick too, the first time. Only I didn’t have anyone to rub my back like this.”
YeSung pushed himself back, away from the mess on the ground. He felt better; his throat had stopped hurting, his body nearly hummed with renewed energy. But at the same time, he felt like an absolute wreck. His eyes burned, but tears could no longer fall.
The second his shoulders started to shake, strong arms wrapped around him,\ and YeSung was drawn into his friends embrace, face pressed against the fabric of YoungSaeng’s shirt. Choked sobs escaped him, crying without tears as cold hands ran soothingly along his back and through his dark hair, YoungSaeng humming softly to calm him.
“I killed him,” YeSung choked. “I killed someone.”
Perhaps he was a monster after all.