| Fan Fiction |
by hydraheiress
Shinso: The True Ancestors were immortal spirits who lived with humans since the beginning of time. They valued peace and harmony. However, in contrast to their passive nature, Shinso had an attachment to human blood. Though they may still continue on with their existence without drinking blood, there will be times that they might need to feed. Shinso were magical creatures and if their magical reserves were used and not replenished on time, it is then that the drinking of human blood became more of a need than a want.
Shinto: Were once humans whose blood had been taken by the Shinso. Humans had once lived in peace with the Shinso race. When a Shinso was in a state of magical depletion, humans offered their blood in aiding them towards recovery. But as time passed, the Shinso's characteristics gradually permeated itself in the human's bloodstream whenever they fed. It became destructive to a human's mental and physical well being. The human body couldn't handle the Shinso's genetic characteristics that were passed through the feeding. As a result, they ended up loosing their sanity.
The once humans turned Shinto developed certain Shinso characteristics, such as elongated fingernails, canine teeth and red penetrating eyes (which was the natural eye color of a common Shinso). The need to drink blood magnifies in a Shinto as well. They take on the general image of a vampire.
Blood Chinois: (Shinto's agents) Were also once humans that had been turned by the Shinto. One could say that they are the "third generation" vampires. When not feeding, they offer other humans to their Shinto masters who turns them into vampires. Multiplying their numbers as to overrun the human world is their main goal. Fortunately, these creatures are fairly weak since the blood connection to the True Ancestors isn't direct like the Shinto. But they are still stronger than the average human.
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Prologue: Change
Jaejoong’s footsteps resounded and echoed against the pavement along the deserted alley.
He was going home later than usual and his roommates slash classmates had gone back to their place hours ago right after class. Jaejoong had wanted to go home too but since he was the president of the student body, the school admin had assigned him with additional last minute research, paying no mind to the fact that he had too much stuff on his plate as it was.
Jaejoong shrugged, tired and weary as he let out a soft breath that formed a small mist in the air. It was a cold night, and cold nights in Seoul were not to be underestimated. Pulling the jacket tighter around his shaking frame, Jaejoong began to take longer steps.
And that was when his whole world turned upside down.
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Jaejoong jolted upright, his eyes wide as saucers, mouth gaping open in terror as he began to take in huge gulps of air. His right hand clutched at his chest as he fervently willed his racing heart to slow down.
‘It’s just a dream, just a dream. It's nothing more than a dream.’
Things had never been the same ever since that night he woke up at the hospital. After being subjected to his friends’ concerned and alarmed faces, the nightmares began and refused to stop.
It was always the same dream every night. The path he took that certain Monday evening, the alley that he turned to for a shortcut and up to the moment that he saw those two men. When he saw him to be exact. The image of that guy remained vivid in his mind. Jaejoong hadn't been able to forget that man ever since.
Memories of the way his eyes glowed yellow in the darkness of the night - the way those pair of glowing orbs regarded Jaejoong with a look of mixed worry and disbelief - the way the stranger’s lips moved in a frantic rhythm as he ran towards him as if warning him of something - played over and over again in his mind like a broken record refusing to dismiss.
The next thing he remembered were several pairs of canine teeth descending on his body.
And there was nothing but pain after that.
Jaejoong gulped, feeling his mouth run dry. He hastily pulled off the covers, hauled himself off the bed and went straight to the kitchen. Pouring himself a glass of ice cold water, Jaejoong began to dig into last night’s pizza leftovers as he seated himself on an empty chair.
He was hungry, dammit. Jaejoong continued to shove food down his throat. He was hungry and thirsty all the time. Yet no matter how much he ate or drank, the water and the food could never seem to help ease down the want - the need - the hunger and the thirst that burned all throughout his system. What was happening to him?
When he woke up that morning, he was quickly confronted with a whimpering Changmin who was accusing him of eating all the food in the fridge. Junsu and Yoochun had looked at him with concern from the sidelines.
“There’s something seriously wrong with you.” Yoochun declared, sitting down beside his best friend as they waited for their first period for the day to begin. Yoochun immediately noticed the way Jaejoong’s back stiffened with his accusing tone. "You’ve been like this ever since that... day. Hyung, if there’s something weighing on your mind, tell me. Tell us. We’re your friends! You know you can talk to us about anything."
Jaejoong bit at his lip as he sank further into his seat before craning his neck to meet Yoochun’s imploring stare. He so didn’t need this right now. He was itching to go somewhere. His skin felt weird as if he had too much energy. He wanted to do something - anything - he just...wanted, needed. “I’m fine Chun ah.”
“You’re not fine hyung.” Yoochun pressed on, worry lines creasing his forehead. “If you’re not spacing out, you’re either sleeping or eating and I mean eating a lot. Even Changmin can’t hold a candle to your appetite these days. Plus you’ve been drinking way too much liquid… like you’re preparing for a drought or something.”
Jaejoong closed his eyes and rested a hand to his forehead. Why was everyone and everything so loud all of a sudden? “I told you I’m fine Chun. I’m just...I’ve just been feeling really disconnected lately.”
That was a really lame excuse, his mind supplied. Well whatever, it’s not like he could do anything about it. As much as he wanted to share his troubles with his friends, he knew he couldn’t.
He couldn’t tell them about what happened to him that night because to be honest, he wasn’t quite sure he believed the things he had experienced himself. The truth was, he shouldn’t even be alive and breathing right now. He saw blood, felt thick rich liquid flowing out of his body and teeth digging into his flesh. He felt as if his limbs were being ripped apart. There was pain, there was nothing but pain.
“This is about what happened that night isn’t it? You sure you don’t remember anything about that night at all?"
Without warning, Jaejoong abruptly stood up from his seat - eyes going wide - knocking the chair down in the process as he felt another wave of nausea overwhelm his senses at the gruesome images his thoughts helpfully provided.
Clamping a firm hand against his mouth and trying his best to not revisit his breakfast right on the spot, he quickly sprinted towards the open classroom door, ignoring Yoochun’s calls of concern.
The minute he arrived at the boy’s bathroom, Jaejoong began to puke his guts out.
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“Class, greet your new classmate. Jung Yunho. He will be joining us this second semester.”
Jaejoong froze in his spot by the classroom door.
“Now make sure to be nice." their teached chuckled. "And my dear students... no perving on the new guy alright?”
However, it seemed like the total opposite to his request was what's going to happen. Every girl in the classroom - and quite frankly some of the guys - couldn’t seem to take their eyes away from the young man standing in front. Only one train of thought was going through their little teenager heads all at the same time.
This new guy? He was all kinds of hot.
Jaejoong could not believe who he was seeing. He felt the world tilt sideways.
Fortunately his reflexes immediately kicked in and he managed to lean his arms heavily against the wall a little to his right. A collective gasp of “Jaejoong-shii” was heard from the students in the classroom, Yoochun’s voice in particular was the loudest of them. Jaejoong’s body began to sag sideways as he tried to fight for consciousness.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Suddenly, strong arms circled around his waist. Jaejoong’s hand reflexively clutched at the cotton fabric in his grasp for support.
This scent, this body, this feeling...
“Hyung...hyung? Oh God, are you alright? Hyung?!” Yoochun asked, his voice laced thick with worry as he squatted beside the new guy, Yunho, who was holding his best friend tight in a half-embrace. Perhaps, too tight.
"Jaejoong...”
Yunho’s voice was liquid rich to his ears and for the first time in weeks, it seemed like he finally found a piece of himself. Jaejoong felt a thumb gently caress his cheek while a hand carefully cupped his head to steady him. Blearily looking up at the face hovering over him, with the guy's loose bangs casting shadows across his forehead, Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered close as consciousness finally slipped away.
“I’m sorry.” Yunho whispered by his ear then leaned down and captured his lips in a soft kiss.
A deafening silence followed after.
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