| Fan Fiction |
by Tan Xue Lei
Hae-Gi - All I did was tint YunHo’s eyes red and smudge down the canines of his teeth xD
JuYoung - Sorry, but there will be no YunJae smut just yet ; 3; ~
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[ Kim JaeJoong P.O.V. ]
That fucking bastard kissed me, he fucking kissed me. Why did I fucking kiss him back for? Fucking Devils Blood.
I had just woken up from my dream, no scratch that, nightmare; it was a replay of what happened last night, between me and that…twat.
He almost fucking raped me. His fucking cold-as-fuck hands had to slip under top, feeling around my chest area, pinching my fucking nipple! Even tried to undo the fucking zip to my pants! Luckily I managed to push the fucking creep away from me and stormed home after giving him a good punch across the face.
Okay, so what if I overused fuck? Huh? I’M SO FUCKING ANGRY! AT MYSELF AND HIM!
I was in my seat, in class, looking as angry as hell, with that freaking bastard right next to me, smirking at my frustration as I continuously scribbled all over the front of my exercise book.
“Something wrong?” he whispered.
I shot him a glare as I shot my middle finger up at him, causing him to laugh hysterically in the almost silent class.
“Jung YunHo! What are you laughing about?” Yamapi shouted.
YunHo carried on laughing before getting out of his seat to leave the class without the teacher having to tell him to get back. Since when can he walk out so easily like that? Can I too? I wonder...
A few minutes passed before I heaved myself up, making my way to the door, thinking that this was way too easy…until Yamapi chucked a board eraser at my head.
“YAH! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Yamapi roared at me.
Whoa, I didn’t think this guy would ever raise his voice at everyone; he seemed so much like a useless and gay teacher. I underestimated him.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I questioned back.
“Leaving the classroom, since when is it allowed for a pupil to leave the classroom huh?” Yamapi said hotly as he placed his hands on his hips.
“Then why the fuck can YunHo leave the classroom?”
“Because he’s a member of the fucking student body! That’s what!” he flailed at me, “Now get back into your seat before I spank you.”
I shuddered at the thought before returning to my seat. No way am I getting touched by another gay ever again. I think I’m turning homophobic…
[ Jung YunHo P.O.V. ]
That Kim JaeJoong makes me laugh. He’s so easily worked up! I love winding him up.
“I wonder what made Mr. Pure blood so happy…”
I snapped out of my delightful mood and followed where the voice came from to see Kim RyeoWook smirking at me from outside his classroom.
“I wonder what you did to get out of your classroom.” I smirked as I walked over to him.
“Oh, the usual.” he shrugged as he slumped down to the floor, rubbing his bruised arm with a smile on his face, “Henry threw a punch at me again…”
I laughed at his behaviour as I watch him gaze at his bruised arm happily.
Kim RyeoWook, a half blood.
Half bloods were always guys that vampires liked to pick on for dying earlier than a human and a vampire. They were seen as weak beings, they had weak immune systems so the never really survived long anyway, even before the age of 18 they could die from just the common cold. Poor things, I really pitied them, can’t blame them for having a human and vampire as parents.
“Did you know Henry is playing in a concert soon?” RyeoWook laughed happily at me after leaving his arm alone.
Henry Lau, the genius violinist, a common vampire as well.
He hates RyeoWook, he has a bad temper. Since this fool in front of me fell head over heels for Henry’s playing one day when he watched Henry practice on his violin, he had always been going after Henry, despite Henry hating him. One sided love, such a shame.
“Of course.” I smiled back pitifully at him, “How many times did he attack you this week so far?”
“Erm…I think it has been 26 times…” he said solemnly.
Ever since Henry knew RyeoWook liked him, and knew his admirer was a half blood, he began to abuse RyeoWook. He would let RyeoWook watch him practice his violin, yet whenever he made a slight mistake, he would always blame it on this pitiful guy, he would throw his temper at RyeoWook, inflicting bruises and scar upon RyeoWook. Yet, RyeoWook never minded it. He saw it as a way of helping Henry, a way of getting Henry to fall for him, a way for Henry to show his affection.
I cringed, “You can’t carry on like this RyeoWook, you’re older than him, you should be the one taking the authority.”
He laughed at my advice, shaking his head in dismay, “YunHo, I’m a half blood for fuck’s sake. Do you really think we half bloods have a say in anything? Do you really think we can have authority over a common vampire? No. We don’t.”
His happiness seemed to die away at that point, soon tears began to form and then flow down his face as he stared at the ground, “Why doesn’t he love me in return?”
“Because he’s a fucking cunt, that’s what.”
I heard him cough before he looked up at me with anger filled wet eyes, “Don’t you dare call him a cunt you fucking asshole.”
“Look, I was just trying to help. Jeez. Don’t you realise that Henry has been treating you like shit?!”
“I know. I know that! But I love him. I love him and his violin skills, his music, his dancing. I love everything about him.” he fired back at me, “I will love him until the day I die!”
Suddenly, we both heard the door to the classroom open to reveal Henry, looking as pissed off as ever. His face was dark with anger, he resembled to something like a lifeless statue.
“What did you just say?” he spoke.
RyeoWook gaped at the very sight of him before turning away to wipe his tears away frantically.
“Oi, answer me.” he said coldly as he took a step from the door.
I watched as Henry near RyeoWook before kicking him on the backside harshly, causing RyeoWook to jerk slightly.
“Answer me bitch.”
This kid, aish.
“Yah, don’t kick-” I began, only to get cut off.
“It’s none of your business. Back off.” he shot me his signature glare, the one with the piercing cold eyes that anyone could ever see being emitted from such an innocent looking boy like him.
I shrugged before walking down the corridor, leaving the two of them alone, hoping that RyeoWook would be okay.
That Henry kid really annoys me, he’s a stuck up little vampire kid snob with talented skills, he comes from a family that specialises in playing the musical instrument, they were known for their bad tempers and throwing it onto anyone they could see. How could RyeoWook fall for him?
[ Kim RyeoWook P.O.V. ]
He could hear me? Of course he could hear me! Why am I so stupid? I should’ve known that vampires like him would be able to hear through the wall…
I could feel his feet kick against my back again, “Talk damnit.”
Suddenly, I felt myself being hauled upwards by the back of my collar and dragged down the corridor by Henry. I stayed as still as possible, not wanting to annoy Henry at all, not wanting him to let go.
Stupid I know, but I always liked it whenever his skilled hands ever got near me.
I found myself thrown in the small music practice soundproof room, the room that we both barely went into.
Why were we here for? He didn’t have his violin with him today, he said it was sent off to get cleaned and everything.
“No one can hear us now.” he spoke monotonously to me, “So tell me,” he then leaned forwards to me, bending down to my level, “Was all that true?”
“Huh?” I blinked several times at him and blushed due to how close his face was to mines.
“Don’t play dumb with me.” he spoke harshly, squinting his eyes slightly, “Do you really love everything about me? My talent, my personality, everything?”
I nodded in response before he leaned back again, letting the tension disperse into the air again.
He faced up at the ceiling before heaving a sigh, “I’m getting engaged.”
I choked, “What?!”
He always told me from time to time about his problems, how he felt pressured on being a talented violinist, how his family expects him to do just as well as they can, becoming a musical genius. I was always there for him to listen and help him.
But this problem was something totally different.
“My parents wants a grandchild, they already want another musical genius in their life…”
“They’re…They’re replacing you?”
He froze before throwing his head forward to face me again, “Replacing me?”
His expression turned from carefree to slight anger now, “Y-Yeah…maybe they’re fed up of you…”
“I’ve been giving music my all for how many years now? Almost 200! And yet they’re still not satisfied…”
“Maybe…they want you to be happy with someone by your side, someone to love.” I gulped, “Love can influence your music you know…”
Something lumpy was formed in my throat just then, I can’t believe that I said that.
“Is that so…” he said with an unsure look while stroking his invisible goatee, thinking.
I watched him think as he stared into space, he looked so mature and grown up for his age. He was certainly younger than me, in human years he would be counted as 16, I’m 17 myself…Shit, my 18th birthday is coming soon, it’s just months away…
Great I’m going to die soon, and leave Henry forever. I wonder if ghosts and angel’s exist, maybe I could become Henry’s guardian angle, or even follow him around until the day he dies. Oh what am I saying, the day Henry dies is that day the world ends, that’s a hell of a long time. I’ll just stay content on staying by his side as long as possible.
. . . Wait, why can I feel something on my mouth, no scratch that, lips?
Snapping out of my thoughts, I found myself pinned down onto the floor with Henry on top, kissing heavily onto my now plump red lips.
Was this a dream? It has to be! Then again…this is the most realistic dream I ever had…I can actually feel his touch…his cold touch…So…this isn’t a dream?
How can it be reality? Why would he kiss me? I thought this was one sided love…
I could then feel his hand start to unbutton my shirt, he only unbuttoned half of my top before he stuck his hand against my chest, feeling around it until he felt my nipple. Guess what he did next? He pinched it.
“Mmph!” I cried into his mouth, my lips parting slightly, allowing his tongue to gain entry.
His tongue began to play around with mines, his cold ice-like tongue.
I could feel his hands start to travel around every inch of my body, everywhere he touched against my naked skin under my shirt made me moan in pleasure. Oh how I longed for this…
A moment later my top was entirely unbuttoned, exposing my bare chest to him. He removed his lips from my mouth before staring intently down at me and giving me a smirk.
What did that smirk mean?
His tongue then touched my earlobe, flicking it before it landed on the side of my neck, trailing it down to my collarbone, sucking on it gently, leaving a mark.
“Henry-ahh….” I moaned, pleasured by the way his tongue tantalized my skin, it felt so good.
Suddenly, I felt something start to sink in on my neck, something sharp and forbidden. It was Henry’s fangs.
“S-Stop…” I said as I tried to push him off me.
I felt weaker by the second as he drank my blood, yet his hands still roamed freely across my body, bringing himself as close as possible to it.
“Henry!” I called out to him, feeling the ultimate pain he inflicted upon me just now while I tried to push him off me, “Get off me!”
He pulled away, smirking a bit as blood dripped down from his mouth.
I looked up at him, horrified that he just took my blood, and kissed me just before it, what did it all mean?
I wanted to leave now, I didn’t want to face him. It was too much for me to handle.
I scrambled across the room to the door hastily, holding onto the door handle to turn it, but to my dismay the door handle wouldn’t turn, it was locked. Shit.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Henry crooned as he landed himself on my back lazily, causing me to stumble upon the floor again.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” I shouted at him.
He cringed slightly at the loud noise I made, before sealing my mouth off once again with his, giving me another passionate kiss. I could taste the blood, my blood, my metallic tasting blood from his tongue. It tasted horrible.
Why was he doing this to me? Did he like me? If he did, I would’ve become a vampire like him by now, according to the curse, yet, I don’t feel like a full vampire…
Without realising, he had already sunk his fangs down onto the other side of my neck by now, gripping onto my shoulders, holding me down so that I wouldn’t budge.
Not that I had the energy to move anyway.
After he flipped me around, placing his head on my bloody shoulder as he licked it teasingly, making me moan. He held onto my wait with his left arm, while his right hand made it’s way down into my pants and boxers, stroking my meat.
“Ahhhh.” I moaned to the floor.
His cold touch excited that certain part of m body, it had to harden at the very touch of his cold hands.
“You like it don’t you?” he whispered into my ear.
“D-Don’t…” I stuttered.
As much as I would love for him to fuck me, I knew it was wrong, it wouldn’t have felt worth it since he didn’t love me back, I would’ve felt so dirty and violated. Raped.
“You’ve been waiting for me to touch you up in ages haven’t you?” he carried on, ignoring my plea, “How about this? In exchange for me pleasuring you with myself, you let me drink your blood and become my fake boyfriend, how about it?”
“Hnngg…” I mewled as I threw my head back when he began to pump my member slowly, while stroking it as well.
“I told you that you like it…so, make a deal with me so that you can feel this feeling whenever you want to.” he urged on.
Should I? Or should I not? I like how the way he is touching me up right now, it feels so good yet so wrong…But he’s only doing it in return for my services to fulfill his needs, I wouldn’t really mind letting him drink my blood, but why mines? It’s filthy, its half human half vampire, why would anyone want to drink it? Plus, why is he asking me to be his fake boyfriend? Oh yeah the engagement…
I nodded my head in reply shamefully, not realising in time on what he would do next.
His fangs instantly suck onto the back of my neck taking in my blood again, as his hands made it’s way to the hole near the meat, stroking it gently at first before the 2 fingers thrusted themselves into the hole.
“AHHH!” I yelled in pain.
It hurt, a lot, I never had this done to me before, let alone felt this extreme pain come from down there.
His fingers began move in and out slowly, causing me to cringe in pain at every move. Then, he shoved his fingers deep into the whole, causing hot tears to flow out of my eyes as I bit my lips hard from the pain I received.
“Henry…stop….” I winced.
I could feel his fingers explore inside the hole, as if looking for something. Moments later, he found what he was looking for, the prostate.
“AHHHHHH!“ I moaned loudly at the sudden shot of pleasure that was sent throughout me.
Stupid gland, why did he have to find that stupid gland? Eurgh.
He carried on brushing it before pressing onto it hard.
“S-Stop!” I cried out as I arched back in response to another wave of pleasure.
“Don’t you like it?” he asked after removing his fangs from my neck, letting the blood drip across my back.
“N-No…”
“Don’t lie.” he laughed as he pressed on harder, sending me into another round of pure ecstasy, “Tell me again that it doesn’t feel good.”
“I-It feels good…” I admitted, “NOW LET ME GO!”
His fingers left my inside in time to meet the liquid that was released from inside me, covering his hand completely before gliding its way up my skin out of my pants. I shivered in terror.
I could then hear him slurping something, it wasn’t from the blood on me, maybe the blood on him?
“It tastes good.” he teased, “Not as good as your blood though.”
I shuddered in response before he released from his hold, letting me fall limply to the floor, sniffing from the pain that still lingered within me,
“You’re older than me yet you’re crying?” he smirked.
I ignored him, my eyes were shut tight, I didn’t want to look at him, I was too embarrassed.
“By the way, please keep in mind that I DON’T love you or anything, it’s just payment for your services.” he added.
That line only hurt me more, if only he didn’t add that maybe I wouldn’t have felt as used.
[ Kim JaeJoong P.O.V. ]
Huzzah! Class ended, time for lunch, now where’s that EunHyuk and DongHae.
“JaeJoong, are you eating with ChangMin again?” EunHyuk asked as he walked up behind me.
I turned to face him and DongHae, delighted that they decided to speak to me today, “Depends if they come over to our table, why?”
“Well…” DongHae looked hesitantly over to EunHyuk before turning to look back at me, “If you do, would you mind if me and EunHyuk move to another table? “
“What? Don’t you like ChangMin?” I asked curiously.
The two looked at each other in alert before turning back to me.
“You can say that…” DongHae replied.
“Well you’re going to sit with him whether you like it or not.” I said before I stormed out of the class.
What was up with them? Do they hate everyone else in the school apart from me? Freaks.
Wait a minute…do I smell…blood?
I halted and sniffed around a bit, I could smell the strong scent of blood from somewhere…turning to my right, I saw a door leading to one of the music practice rooms.
Walking up to it, I could smell the blood coming from inside. I wonder why it smells like blood…
Placing my hand on the door handle, I turned it to find that it wouldn’t open, it was locked. Damn, I really wanted to see what caused the room to smell like blood, I wonder if someone got murdered in there.