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Shooting Star || CHY
Plot: A tale as old as time, a tale that transcends duties and protection--all to see their loved one again.
Rating: R 18+ // NSFW
Genre: Guardian Angel! AU
Pairing: Cha Hakyeon x Female OC
Warnings: Death, violence
Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 3,060
AN: I had an idea that I was playing around with so let me know if you guys want this into a story!!
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He looked at her form in the bed, the way that the sheets clung to her body and encased her in a soft shell that he could not at the moment. The way that the bed dipped with her weight and the way that the pillow supported her delicate head. Hair bunched up and wild from last night, finally resting along with her. Hakyeon’s eyes couldn’t leave her form as she slept, half tangled in the sheets himself. There was a peace that settled on them during the night, something that had stolen their souls almost after the emotions got the better of them.
As an angel, he wasn’t sure what it meant--those emotions that stirred in his holy body. Hakyeon knew of the consequences when Lucifer fell, his pride overtaking them all. He knew because he was there but this was something the humans called love. That burning and searing emotion that blossomed in his chest, compelling him to be closer to her. To protect her even more fiercely from those that wanted to turn her away from him. Ever since he came into her life, one that was lonely and sad, he had made sure that she never knew what he really was. It was the perfect opportunity to keep her safe and as her Guardian Angel, it was the perfect alibi.
She never knew.
But he noticed the signs, slowly but surely--his own descent into his lie turned into truth. He wondered, as the sun started to peek inside of the blinds and into the room as his hand reached out for her. He pulled the sheets further up her body, to keep her from getting cold as he finally got off the bed. She stirred a bit before settling back down and deeper into sleep. Hakyeon wondered if this is what Lucifer felt, if that is what he went through as he agonized on what he should do. As any of them would have done during the War, that moment of reflecting on what he had done. He felt the same amount of love for her that he had for his brothers and for the Most Holy. He cared for them all but he wanted to stay by her side. That was the difference that had changed his mind when he realized what it was he wanted.
Was he truly rebelling in that act? Was he truly damned for what he was doing?
Hakyeon started to make food for them after he left the bed. Slow, deliberate movements as he stirred it around. The sounds of sizzling and the comforting closeness of the heat that came with cooking. His brothers peeked in on him from time to time, making sure that he was still alive--as some of them claimed. Even the youngest, who hadn’t been through the War, even came by to see what was going on. His curiosity was what spurred everything on, the longer he was down there--the longer he started to develop the human emotions, Sanghyuk had said.
One such brother came in through the open window, materializing as he entered the residence. He was one of the younger ones and went by Hongbin while in his earthly form. The angel always looked around, like the second oldest before moving in a space. Something that he must have picked up from him, he supposed.
“You never reported in last night.”
Hakyeon smiled and continued to stir the food to prevent it from burning. Memories of last night burst into his mind, reminding him why he failed at such a task. Yet, it was one that he gladly would do again. At his silence, Hongbin moved into the kitchen to see what it was that had caught his attention so. The elder angel turned off the eye and faced his brother, a calm and caring look on his face.
“I realize and there is no excuse. Did you really come all the way here to tell me that?”
Hongbin shifted around, not wanting to admit that he was curious as to why the eldest of them all would do such a thing. The action made him smile at him even more at the other before the younger angel scoffed, looking away.
“I’m not the one that’s going to get into trouble soon.”
Hakyeon knew that he really did care but just didn’t know how to act sometimes. It was the same for the second eldest but the difference was that the second eldest wasn’t as brash as the younger one. And when the second eldest wasn’t around, he would often go to him for advice. Which, he did wonder if he should tell him--if he hadn’t already guessed by then. The smile dropped a bit as he thought about it but Hongbin voiced it for him.
“You worry that your actions will cause harm, don’t you?” Hakyeon nodded at his words, turning back to what he was doing. “Whatever you did, you know you’re being watched so it is going to pass but you have the opportunity to alter its course. As we all do so just…. Be careful.”
The door opening seemed to be like a gunshot, Hongbin vanishing instantly before the door to the bedroom opened all the way. She walked out, hair a mess and trying to stifle a yawn that was trying to break through on her features. She paused at the window, rubbing her eyes as she stared at it. Before she could say anything about it being open, Hakyeon was already walking towards her--his golden skin seemingly glowing with affection when he wrapped his arms around her form again. He buried his face into her neck, nuzzling into the soft flesh and inhaling her scent. He felt her arms wrap around him, fingers tracing light circles into his back as the embrace comforted him more than anything that he had ever realized.
“So you’re saying that you will betray us? You know the punishment for that..”
“I have not betrayed anyone and you know it. I have room in my heart and soul for more than just one, just like the Most Holy.”
Hakyeon stared down the superior angel standing before him, his brothers being held captive behind him. They were all outside of the little residence, overlooking the wide open field. Not many people came through that way and he had seen to it that nobody ever bothered her. He had told her what he really was some time ago, a little after their first night together because he was unable to bear the guilt of lying to her for so long. At first, he was sure that she would reject him and for a while--she did. It was unheard of during that day and time, fear of the unknown that caused others to turn on their own family. However, the peace that they had felt while together was too unbearable to keep away from. Even his own brothers begged her to, at least, talk to him.
The tree that they had met under weeped under the pressure of the sadness, petals falling all around them as they found each other again.
Now, the consequence of his actions had caught up to him and with her gone to the market? Hakyeon was grateful that she wasn’t there to see what was going on, the ugly side of their existence had shown itself.
“No? We are all creatures of God, your servitude lacking and the fact that you insist on being called by another name just proves it. You have fallen too far from the Faith and I am here to--”
“NO! Don’t you dare touch him!”
All of their heads whipped around to see her standing there, robes dancing in the wind and a hand basket full of things. Her eyes were alight with anger and worry for him, Hakyeon could see it from where he was kneeling. The very reason he fell in love with her was her tenacity but he knew that it would also get her killed in the midst of the more powerful angel. He started to tell her to stop, to run but the butt of a sword was smashed into his face and caused him to fall over.
She ran up to him, cradling his head and watched as blood dripped from his face. Hakyeon’s mind spun, his senses going crazy over the danger that she had put herself in. He was still her Guardian Angel, until he was released from service--he would continue to fight for her until his dying breath. He got up from where he was, shielding her body from the other angel with defiance written all over his face. The Angel saw it, frowning at the disobedience that he was showing before speaking.
His voice reverberated through them, powerful and dark in his words. The Angel proclaimed that Hakyeon was no longer her Guardian Angel, a trigger that he felt in his heart. He felt the connection snap, unbound from his service but still strongly tied to her regardless. He gasped and held onto his chest, trying to get used to the newfound feeling of loss but she held onto him like an anchor to keep him from drifting away.
“Will you still defy Heaven? Or will we have to punish you? You are no longer bound to this woman, her death will come swiftly now. Whatever else fate has planned for her will now be carried to the next life. May God have mercy on her soul.”
“I CHOOSE TO STAY WITH HER.” Hakyeon screamed, pulling his sword out of nowhere. She gasped, rearing back from the sudden provocation as did the others. However, the Angel before them narrowed his eyes at him before speaking.
“So you choose betrayal?”
He brought out his own sword and reared back to swing the sword down but there was a rustle from behind him. Hakyeon realized that when he lifted up his sword to attack, just as the other did--there was someone standing in between them.
His own sword impaling her.
She gasped, eyebrows furrowing with confusion as she looked down. Hakyeon took his hand off the handle in shock, the sword disappearing and blood filtering out of the wound he had created. The Angel stood down, his own sword nearly cleaving the woman in half but stopped at the last second. She fell down into his arms, strength leaving her body as Hakyeon cradled her to his body. He panicked, fear and horror filling up his body as he pressed his hand to her wound, trying to heal the damage that was done.
However, no light came out.
“You are no longer an Angel. You have Fallen and I can think of no other way to punish you now. You have done this to yourself and perhaps, once you’ve seen the error of your ways--we might let you back into Heaven. For all of Eternity or until we see fit Chamuel, you are cast from Heaven.”
With the angel gone, Hakyeon’s brothers all came running up to him as they had been released from their bonds. A wail was slowly starting to come out of his chest, holding her close as the life bled right out of her. It was his fault that she would pass, not some evil that would try and sway her. It was all him and he couldn’t follow her this time, no connection that could lead him to her.
“I… didn’t want you t-to fight.” She whispered, hand clutching at his white robes. She couldn’t catch her breath and he had to bend down to hear what she was saying, “P-Please… be safe. Be good and just. I.. love you.”
“I love you so much. I’m so s-sorry I can’t follow you this time…” He sobbed, holding her closer and closer as if the heat from his body would be enough to keep her alive. He rocked his body, almost crushing her to him. The sobs bled through his semblance of calm, racking his body as he cried. His chest heaved, his eyes screwed shut when she finally passed. His brothers sat all around him as he mourned. The hours bled into darkness, the starry sky above them all when the brothers finally had to pry the long dead body from his grasp.
The third oldest held onto him as the rest prepared a service for her. Hakyeon had bursts of emotion, trying to escape his brother’s grasp but eventually sunk down at her grave--trying to follow her. There was no death for him now and no following, sentenced to live with what he had done forever.
“Did you need any help with anything?”
He looked up to see her face standing there in front of him. Chamuel wanted to try something different this time with the new charge, instead of hiding in the shadows and only swooping in when needed--he tried a different approach by taking a human form and a human name.
He opened his mouth, still a bit unsure on how to speak properly while there. Her eyes were like that fur animal with a tail, he had heard that they were called cats. The color of them were a rich brown, watching him very intensely. He could sense her soul all around her, open and free to everyone that passed by. A prime target for the demons that would descend on them shortly.
“Are you new to this area?”
Her voice was soft but supportive at the same time, almost like a farmer that herded sheep around. One that was gentle and strong in their beliefs, showing others the way. A couple of little ones ran past them with her swishing her skirts around to keep them from running into them. He wanted to protect her, magnifying his connection that was set upon him by the higher Angels.
The weeks went on and time showed that they couldn’t be apart often. He had become an apprentice to the local baker and very soon, she was his favorite part of the day. The way that she came in and stared wide-eyed at what was being sold. The baker gave him side-glances when she walked by, smirking to himself and making himself scarce. Until the one day where her life was threatened by those who had been tempted by the demon’s will.
They wanted her. They were looking for her.
Hakyeon, as he was now called, stepped out into the streets when they pulled sharp objects on her. But the thing that surprised him the most was the fact that she didn’t back down. She looked at them with a critical eye as if she was used to that sort of treatment. He didn’t want her to go through anything like that anymore, not wanting her to get anything soiled or hurt.
The men ran and never came back, her eyes going wider than he’d ever seen them since meeting her. The fact that he had handled them effortlessly had everyone tripping over themselves to meet the brave apprentice. But her eyes were only on him as a gentle smile appeared on her lips, relieved that he was fine.
Then like a blink of an eye, she was there in front of him with a horrified look on her face. He had decided to show her his wings and reveal himself to her. It was something unknown, he knew this but decided to take a chance anyways. He couldn’t fully reveal himself because his true angelic form would have scarred her for life and he wouldn’t have that.
He couldn’t hurt her like that. So he showed her a little piece and she left, half panicked that she had laid with a demon.
Every time he went to her, she screamed and ran. Each time it cut him deeper than any metal, any sword that was in existence. It hurt more than when the War broke out and his fellow angels were fighting each other. More than when he had to bring his own brother back from the brink of the other side. He appeared before that brother and collapsed before him as the will to even live left him. It was rare for an angel to die and sometimes, they had heard, an angel would pass on and give themselves to fate to be reborn as something else as a trial or just out of boredom from their long years.
Their brother was about to do the same since she had rejected him. So they took action and made it their mission to show her what a mistake she was making. While they all knew that their eldest brother would most certainly get punished, they also didn’t want their brother to leave their side. As he laid on the bed, face near gaunt and pale--they brought her to him. She had told them, after they had made up, what changed her mind was the fact that he spoke his sorrow to her in his sleep.
Never had she seen someone so anguished, someone who had so much power--brought down by something like her. They all reminded her that she was something more to him, even though it wasn’t supposed to be. He woke to her face, slimmer and distraught herself over the turn of events. There was no denying that she still loved him, just the shock of it all nearly driving her away. Later on, she had cut off a piece of her hair and was able to put it in a glass container for him as she promised that with her life-- she would love him, no matter what.
He held that necklace in his fingers again, a lock of hair in the capsule that his brothers had made for him. Hakyeon stared out of the window, right to where the mound was. It was overgrown with green now instead of the fresh brown dirt that had decorated her body when his brothers buried her. It was time.
Each spot held a memory for him and if he were to live on the earth as an immortal, then he couldn’t do it there. The house went up in flames as he left it, leaving with only the simple necklace holding the last thing of her -- dear to his heart.
“Princeps..... what does that actually mean to you? I am a leader by blood and now by choice. I choose to lead this clan with my authority and now I choose to have you serve me.” “How kind of you.” “I should think so.”
Fandom: VIXX/ Vampire the Masquerade
Fandom work: “Star of Fate” by Admin L of thebiasrekkers
Star of Fate [Vampire!VIXX]
Plot: The longer you stare into darkness, the more you realize that something could be staring back. Even more so when that darkness doesn’t want to be brought into the light and will do anything to stay that way.
Rating: NC-17 // NSFW
Genre: Series | Vampire!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut
Pairings: OT6 VIXX x OC(s)
Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut
Previous Chapters: Prologue, 2, 3, 4, 5
Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || Admin L’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 1842
AO3 | WP
Tag List: If you would like to be added to this list, just drop us an ask!
Chapter 6- Cry Little Sister
Last fire will rise behind those eyes Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie Immortal fear, that voice so clear Through broken walls, that scream I hear
There were fingers trailing along the curve of the neck, dipping down to cast little circles on the shoulder. The fingers were cold against your skin but each touch felt electric as they moved down the arm and took hold of your hand. You knew it was a man there before you but the face just wouldn’t focus. There was no fear in that moment, his eyes softly glowing like a sunset. The more that you tried to focus on the face, the more it seemed to blur. But the color of his eyes stayed fixed on you, never moving or blinking.
He pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hold. Both of you started to rock in place, almost dancing in that presence. There, he could hold you for as long as you stayed asleep and you could relax in that calm hold. Away from all the noises of the world, away from the danger that you had just been through and let the quiet of the night engulf both of you. Was that what peace was like? Quiet and calm, secure but strong? You hoped so as you pressed your face into his chest tighter, cheeks squishing against his hard chest. There was a low rumble you could hear as you realized that he was starting to speak.
“Dear… you came back to me but broken.”
His fingers then spread out over your back, soothing circles into that area as he danced in place with you. You looked down and realized that neither of you had either foot on the ground. Panicking, you grabbed at him more--resulting in a light chuckle from him.
“Don’t worry. I’ll never drop you nor will they have you. You are safe with me, remember that.”
Everything started to fade away but you grabbed at him even harder, not wanting to leave. One hand reached up to pat your head and smooth down some of the wild hair. He hummed a little melody to calm the nerves, still drifting along with you in his arms above the ground. You could feel yourself relaxing more into his arms as your eyes closed.
Lucky’s eyes opened but instead of expecting sunlight in the eyes, she saw that her curtains looked different. That was when she realized that she was no longer in her own room. The bed was impossibly soft and the colors of the sheets were a stark contrast to what she knew she had in her room. Black silk enveloped her body as she laid there, stock still and paralyzed with fear. She had no idea how she even got there and she was convinced that if she moved, she would be killed.
“Ok, Lucky. You have got to move. You aren’t dead so you can still get out.” She whispered to herself, gathering up the courage to do so. Carefully, she sat up and instead of pain like she had remembered--there was none. Just a bit of soreness where she knew she had been hurt. After all, the last thing she remembered wasn’t a dream.
Swinging her feet over the edge of the bed, Lucky made another discovery in the form of her not being in the same clothes she left out in. She only had on a very large white button up shirt that looked way too expensive and dangled at the ends because she was fairly short. She carefully felt around where the wounds were supposed to be but only felt skin and the little bit where something used to be. There was no scar, only smooth tissue. She tested her feet by standing up and placing them on the cold ground, bouncing as if she was preparing to run. There had to be a way out of there and she was going to find it before anyone could stop her.
The door didn’t even creak as she pulled it open, giving her hope that she could make it out of there quietly. She was glad that she didn’t wear her glasses to the outing with Laoise as she had her contacts still in. With everything that had happened to her, they probably would have been broken and she would have been crawling around like Velma trying to get out. She quietly padded around, looking everywhere and anywhere for any chance or type to escape. There was a murmur of voices that could be heard by her and she risked a peek over the railing, noticing that she was fairly high up.
There were a couple of men standing on the ground floor, backs to her as they talked. Lucky quietly moved away from the railing as she let them talk, continuing to look for a way out. Finding some stairs, she descended them as quickly as she could but it never failed that at the middle of the steps--a creak could have been heard. She froze, eyes wide as she frantically looked around to see if anyone heard the sound. Her ears strained to hear any footsteps that might have been on their way but there were no such sounds. Once on the ground floor, she turned and saw something that she thought she’d forgotten about.
The mahogany doors from her dream.
Lucky didn’t notice it before but there were little tea lights that had been lit up everywhere. They highlighted the door, as well as the rest of the area and as she got closer to it--the more of that dream came back to her. Her hands touched the wood, feeling the texture and being absolutely astounded that it actually existed. There, for a brief moment, she forgot that she was in a stranger’s house. It was almost like deja vu as she felt the smooth material under her fingers.
A hand suddenly slammed itself on the door, trapping her there and causing her to jump. Lucky whipped around to see a man there with droopy eyes but a stern look on his face. His amber eyes seemed to bore into her own until her knee rose up to meet his body. She used the opportunity to run away from him while he doubled over. She was about to take another turn when another pair of hands grabbed hold of her body, crushing her to their body. She attempted to scream and fight off the person but only succeeded in getting a good sniff of their cologne.
A feeling of calm washed over her, the panic in her leaving as his voice soothed it all away. She started to relax in his embrace as she wondered if she really was about to die there.
“If you’re going to kill me, get it over with while I feel this nice.” She mumbled but the man that held her laughed, all but dragging her into the main room. She was placed onto a lush couch, rather haphazardly and that was when she saw the strange looking man. Far away, he would have blended in with everyone else but he had something almost ethereal. Tall, handsome and his eyes were all a golden hue which didn’t match any eye color that she had ever seen in her life.
“What do you remember?” His eyes seemed to bore into Lucky’s, an almost sad look on his strong face. The sudden question threw her off and she scrambled to think, his hand flew out to grab her face. His large hand covered her eyes and held onto her top part of her face. She started to panic, flailing and scratching at his hand but the person from behind her gently wrapped their hands around her shoulders to keep her still.
She could see everything play out before her like it was happening all over again. The attack, the pain--all of it was there and it was like she could feel someone else inside of her mind directing the show. His hand grew hot the longer it was on her face, making sweat start to form on her forehead. The edges of her vision started to grow dark, even with the memories and the last thing that she heard was something about erasing her memories. The voices didn’t seem to sound malicious but they were firm in their decision.
Lucky woke up in her bed, safe and sound. She popped awake and threw off the covers that held her there. She scrambled off, expecting the man to still be there but he wasn’t. She blinked rapidly before realizing her contacts were still in therefore confirming everything she had experienced was real. Racing towards her bathroom, she tore off the shirt she had on to examine what had been done. There wasn’t any hint of lacerations, just smooth areas where a scar would have been. She looked at the shirt in her hand and realized that it was the one that she had been wearing in her supposed dream. She dropped it in a panic as if it had bit her and scrambled out of the bathroom.
There was only one person she could tell this to but after several minutes of searching, Lucky could not find her phone to call Laoise with. However, there was a way she could record it so it didn’t slip from her mind. Grumbling, Lucky rummaged about her room for something to write with. Finally finding a notebook, she started to write down everything she could and as she looked back on it--she felt herself calming down. After several minutes and the right hand cramping, Lucky finished recording everything and got properly dressed.
It was over the cup of hot coffee that she realized what it was she actually wrote.
It didn’t make any sense. Her very mind was warring with all of her common sense but there was the whisper of what if. That same whisper that seemed to get her out of a lot of things and gradually earned her the nickname Lucky. She couldn’t ignore her gut feelings but she could figure out what actually happened. Whether or not it was a dream, she had lost many hours of her life in that confusion and needed to know.
A sudden knock startled her out of her thoughts. Lucky kept quiet in hopes that they would go away but the pounding on her door grew. Finally she got up and answered the door, only to find several men in some suits and one or two in regular street wear.
“Miss Leonora Grant?” The one closest held up a badge and offered a wry smile. Lucky only stared at them, trying to figure out if the badge was real. “We need your assistance with an investigation and have determined that you are in danger. Could you come with us please?”
“Wait...what??”
The man sighed and repeated himself, even providing a number to call to verify that they were who they were. Her gut was screaming at her not to go but if they had any answers, she needed to find out what happened.
Star of Fate [Vampire!VIXX]
Plot: The longer you stare into darkness, the more you realize that something could be staring back. Even more so when that darkness doesn’t want to be brought into the light and will do anything to stay that way.
Rating: NC-17 // NSFW
Genre: Series | Vampire!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut
Pairings: OT6 VIXX x OC(s)
Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut
Previous Chapters: Prologue, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || Admin L’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 1932
AO3 | WP
Tag List: If you would like to be added to this list, just drop us an ask!
© thebiasrekkers (Admin L). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.
Chapter 7- Hazy Shade of Winter
I look around Leaves are brown now And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
After letting Lucky get into something more comfortable and switch out to her glasses, the cops escorted her to one of their stations.
The building they took her to seemed a bit large for the cops, almost like a warehouse but it had everything that they would need for the station. What Lucky couldn’t understand, however, was the fact that all of the outside and inside windows as well as doors were so thoroughly banded together. It was as if they were made for protection or to keep something in.
The hustle and bustle of the place kept Lucky from being too interested in what they were doing as she didn’t want to bother the people working. But when they put her in an interrogation room for 5 hours, she realized that she really should have been paying attention. At first, they were innocent questions and stories about what she was doing prior to that night but then it turned into more rigorous questioning. It was as if they were trying to get some sort of confirmation out of her, identifying who everyone was but even she didn’t have that answer.
“Detective Morris, I already told you for the fuckteempth time--I don’t know them!”
Lucky huffed and leaned back in the cold metal chair that they gave her. The cop that was interrogating her smiled again and wrote some things down in his book. The man looked to be too perfect, from his hair to his teeth. She thought that he needed to be on the TV as a rep for some sort of beauty product or teeth whitener. It was unnerving and it made Lucky not want to talk to them at all.
“Do you have any ties with the Inlustrus Clan? Have they not marked you yet?”
“What in the actual hell are you talking about?” Lucky shot back, finally angry enough to have an outburst with the line of questioning. She crossed her arms and stared down the detective as he continued to smile at her. A voice over the intercom called to the detective, forcing him to give up his line of questioning and leave the room. At that point, Lucky didn’t even know what time it was because she had been there so long. Even her own stomach was rumbling with nothing in it but coffee earlier that they provided. That was how she knew it had been hours since she had been there.
After sitting there for a few minutes, the detective came back in and the expression on his face was everything but the perfect facade that he had on earlier. His face was more stern and ready to pop should anything else go wrong. Lucky shifted in her seat uncomfortably after seeing him and the moment that he slammed his hands on the table is when she went into a defensive mode.
“You need to tell me everything! I know you’re holding shit back and I don’t have time to play nice with you anymore. You’ve been into the Inlustrus Clan’s manor, we’ve been watching! I need information on them so start talking or I’ll arrest you with obstruction of an investigation!”
“How can I be obstructing anything when you’ve literally told me that I’m here for my own safety?! Isn’t that like a felony or something? Get me a fucking lawyer, you prick and don’t ever talk to me again.”
Lucky spat back at him, chin raised and defiant. She stared him down as the minutes ticked by and finally gave in as he looked away at his watch. She kept her mouth firmly shut as he raged some more, hoping that he would scare her. However, it was one thing if she didn’t have a friend on the police force who didn’t already toughen her up to those sorts of things. Though, she did think it strange that he kept checking the time--calling out to see the status of something. If she could hold out for a little bit longer, whatever time that they were holding her on could possibly expire.
That all changed when they dragged her to a cell and locked her up. Lucky screamed and kicked the entire way, forcing them to manhandle her. A busted lip, mark on her cheek and what felt like a crack in her right fore arm later--she was deposited into the cell as the rest of them ran around like the building was on fire. Cradling her arm, she tried to listen in on some of the words they were throwing around. She couldn’t see too well but from what she could hear, there was some sort of threat that was making its way to the building and they had to keep it from entering.
The minutes flew by and Lucky wondered why the majority of the sounds had started to disappear. She didn’t notice that the air was starting to get colder or that there were less people around for her to hear. Just that it was growing quiet and the pain in her arm was getting more noticeable now that she had calmed down from her fight mode.
Suddenly, there was a bunch of screaming and yelling. Lucky craned her neck to try and see what was going on but the moment that her hand touched the bars, she yelped and drew back from it as it was ice cold. Eyes wide, she could do nothing but watch as it sounded like a murder scene out there with people yelling and screaming as they were cut down by something out there. Then just as quickly as it left, the silence soon settled upon the precinct again. A low murmuring could very faintly be heard as whatever stepped in seemed to be talking with someone else.
Cold started to creep into her bones, almost like someone had left a window open. Lucky huddled her knees to her chest, as if that would help but all she saw was one slender hand. One long fingered hand reached out and grabbed the bars, as if testing their strength. Her green eyes followed the hand up and she stared at another beautiful man. His eyes were that same golden hue that she remembered but they were almost like a cat as he gazed at her. She could see a bit of frost forming on the bars where his hand was, still gripping the steel.
“You are Leonora, are you not?”
He didn’t seem bad, despite the warning inside of her head. Everything about this man just screamed death, a fallen angel that was ready to guide someone into the next life. Lucky winced at the sound of her given name, signaling to the other that she indeed was who she was. The man stepped back for a second, looking up as one hand still gripped the bars. He sighed, looking like he would rather be anywhere but there. Sighing again, he suddenly gripped the door with both hands and grunted. Frost accumulated on the door and it groaned, making him sigh in annoyance. One more jerk and the thing came clean off the hinges with him muttering about making the youngest do this job and not he.
After propping the door up against the bars, the cat-like man reached inside his coat pocket for some gloves and put them on. Lucky watched this action, even jumping when the door came clean off with wide eyes. So last night wasn’t a dream, she figured. The man finished his grooming and held out a hand to her, staring holes into her face as he waited. He was as still as a statue, which lead her to believe that he wasn’t human. Not by a long shot.
“If you are waiting on a greeting, I suggest saving it for the younger ones. I tire of standing and being here. Your presence is being summoned. I won’t wait all evening for you.”
Lucky edged off the bed, still eyeballing him. Would this really be better than the ones that threw her in there? She could already smell the copper tang of blood in the air and with the tilt of her head, see a stray hand or two as it lay lifeless on the ground. Covering her mouth, she shook her head because why did she want to accompany a murderer? The man sighed again before letting his hand down and stepping out of the way, showing her that he would not block her exit. Carefully and cautiously, she edged out of the room and still eyeballed him to make sure he would not move an inch. Which he didn’t, by the way. Only his eyes watched her, impassive and silent.
“Why am I being summoned? Who are you...no. What are you?”
He gave a snort and finally moved, crossing his arms over his chest. Lucky didn’t have to look at him long to realize that there had been faint traces of blood around his mouth. She looked him full in the face before looking around him to see that the men were indeed dead and some of them had their throats ripped open. Her heartbeat quickened as she realized that he could be one thing, one that came out in the dead of night seeking blood.
A vampire.
Fear crept into soul as she took a step back from him, realizing that she was about two seconds away from getting eaten. Although, there were worse ways to go than to a handsome man if anything. However, she wasn’t about to try her luck.
“Ah, the reclusive Leo. What a pleasure to see you here.” Lucky whipped around to see another man there, an easy smile on his face. “I don’t see many of your House on this side often, I welcome you on behalf of my sire.”
The man called Leo still didn’t move yet the stillness suddenly showed a tense air, as if he was waiting to pounce. The other cleared his throat before continuing, “Ah yes. The woman. We shall have her taken care of and--”
The man never got a chance to finish because Leo reached out like lightning to grab Lucky by the arm, putting himself between them. She yelped as he ended up grabbing the arm that was hurt. The aura seemed to shift around him, going from a tense vibration to something else. It was almost like a black mist formed around him and armed themselves like daggers. He spoke one very firm No and the man backed up, eyes wide. His face showed anger and a promise that he would attack if he dared to come over. She needed to learn that skill, to make people quiver in fear with one word. With that one word, the man gave a shaky bow and turned tail to run like his life depended on it.
Lucky took a peek at Leo’s face and saw that it had returned to normal, back to the stoic form that she originally saw. Again, he held out his hand to her and turned his face away from her. He was murmuring again but she couldn’t quite pick up on what he was saying.
“You are not safe here... “
She looked back at where the man was standing before he left in fear. Maybe she wasn’t, after all. Chewing her lip out of nervousness, she finally gave in as it was against her better judgment. She took his hand, shocked to learn that it was cold even though the gloves. He looked apologetic for a split second before keeping his face under control again. With that, he swept her away from the gruesome scene.
Star of Fate [Vampire!VIXX]
Plot: The longer you stare into darkness, the more you realize that something could be staring back. Even more so when that darkness doesn’t want to be brought into the light and will do anything to stay that way.
Rating: NC-17 // NSFW
Genre: Series | Vampire!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut
Pairings: OT6 VIXX x OC(s)
Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut
Previous Chapters: Prologue, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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Word Count: 1992
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Chapter 8- Devils
Who told you about a man without fear Who told you about a god who does not care Who told you about a pain that does not hurt Who told you about a love that turns to dirt
The mansion seemed to be even bigger at the beginning stages of the night, the darkness of the world that seemed to expand every nook and cranny. The sun was gone from the sky, its red remains still painting in the sky as the night was being ushered in quickly. They were there before she even knew it as her feet touched the steps leading up to the house. The house seemed to call to her again, whispering it's deja vu once again. Leo walked in front of Lucky, his long legs making quick work of the distance between them. She almost had to run to catch up as the gates were closed behind them, the first activity all day it would seem.
He made no attempt to keep her right beside him, as he didn’t need to. She only needed to follow him and stay quiet. Lucky’s danger sense was growing by the minute, unsure on what to do in this particular situation. She was at the mercy of these beings now, although willingly but still nonetheless. She didn’t even think that there were such beings in her small world as they had hid themselves perfectly into the world of Humans. Well, almost perfectly as the latest situations would show.
A creak of the giant doors and soon they were inside the mansion, warm lights greeting them as it seemed to come alive since last she saw it. Candles on the walls, unlit but ready to use. Mirrors that could be seen every so often along with the pictures, tapestries and other various decorations gave the mansion a homey feel. This was a place that a prince would live, royalty would stay and hold balls in honor of others that came to them in reverence. It looked so much better at night than the daytime with the details almost coming to life while the sun was down. Voices could be heard, laughing loudly and some actually swearing along with it. Leo gave a sigh and continued on towards the voices, beckoning her along with a slight tilt of his head. More than one voice was yelling something about how the other was cheating while another was laughing at the whole entire thing.
Upon entering the area, Lucky saw that there was more than one giant that she was looking at. There were three others there, two versus one and each one of them snapped their heads towards them the moment that Leo’s foot stepped onto the rug of the room. It was like each of them were owlets and their parent had arrived with their next meal, all of them suddenly stock still. She didn’t feel like she was going to be dinner until she saw the rest of them, eyes that gleamed a yellow-gold like a hawk. She paused for a moment, stopping dead in her tracks when they all looked at her and fell behind Leo as he made his way towards them.
That was it. She knew that even if she tried to make a run for it, they would catch up to her and she would be toast. Well done and crispy, not even having a chance to be burnt. She was in the den of snakes and there really was no going back. Lucky stayed where she was at, eyeballing the rest of them regardless. Leo walked right past them, pausing a split second to eyeball them himself before seating himself in a nearby chair like a grandpa who had been walking too much.
Lucky looked from him to the others that had been causing a ruckus, the number going from three to two. She blinked, swearing up and down that there was another one but she might have miscounted. But, as she kept her eyes on the two in front of her, the more that she felt like she’d seen one of them before. The taller one, with the angel face suddenly grinned at her while the other raised his eyebrows as he looked between the both of them. He had more of a puppy face, longer it seemed than the others and droopy eyes.
The feeling came back again, this time stronger, of calmness and security but she knew better. So naturally she fought the feeling that was now pressing down upon her, it coming from the droopy eyed one who was now turned to her fully and staring her down. Leo, from his seat, suddenly sat up and watched the exchange. The other beside him soon joined in, waves of intimacy and seduction rolling. The pair was meant to lull and awe but Lucky knew better.
“STOP.”
The word suddenly came from her mouth like she’d been waiting to say it for a long time. With that outburst, the feelings stopped as if they’d been snipped by a pair of scissors. However, Lucky had been leaning forward and when it had all stopped–she had fallen forward to the ground. She hit the floor with a thump, surprising the vampires in the room. She couldn’t quite tell who it was that started to snicker but only that it got on her nerves. Getting up to her knees, she rubbed her chin where she hit it on the ground and gave them the evil eye.
Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood up with the surprise presence of someone else there. Lucky froze, thinking that she was truly finished but it was the third vampire that she thought she had seen. He had melded out of the shadows to take a simple inhale of her scent and to scare the daylights out of her. That was his plan since their elder had brought in a girl from the outside with hardly any explanation. However, what happened next was something even more surprising.
“Are you here for dinner?”
Lucky let out a scream, something akin to a squeak and threw her hand back. She ended up hitting the vampire in the face, more importantly the nose. He threw his head back, hands covering his face and yelled because which human in their right mind would rear back to hit a vampire? The two in front cracked up, almost doubled over with laughter at the scene while the other was on the floor as if he had been branded with a hot poker. She took that as her chance and took off, as stupid as it was but she had to try.
The result of her actions came crashing down on her as she ran because she had absolutely no idea where she was going. There seemed to be endless hallways with doors that went on forever and the soft sound of breath right behind her. It seemed to be chuckling at her attempts to escape, digits poking at her back to egg her on and making her scream more. Lucky threw open a door and was met with the tan, puppy looking vampire. He raised a hand and opened his mouth to say something but the shock of seeing him there suddenly made her yell again and throw the door back closed. She had accidentally closed the door in his face, the faint sounds of moaning coming from behind there.
She took off again, at the sound of chomping teeth and where she had ran upstairs, now was running up another flight. Now on the third floor, she could clearly see the living room and where Leo was still sitting there with the one she hit first. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up again and she suddenly felt a hand disturb her hair, making her whip around with a gasp. It was the angel looking one towering over her with a pout on his plump lips.
“Why do you run from me? Don’t you recognize me?”
Blinking at his sad question, Lucky realized that she did indeed know him. He was the man she spoke with at the party, right before the disaster of her throwing her drink at her former boss. The mysterious, handsome and rich man that many tried to get the attention of but only came to talk to her. She thought that he had nice eyes until she saw them up close right then, the sharp glare of gold that she couldn’t look away from. It wasn’t until she felt the railing behind her that she snapped out of it but not fast enough.
The man reached out and grabbed her left wrist, bringing Lucky closer to him with a gleam of madness in his eyes. He traced one long finger down her cheek, her eyes wide with fear as he did so.
“That was an eventful night, I suppose. Pity that Hyukkie got to you before me…” He took another deep inhale, almost shivering as he did so. Lucky didn’t want to chance and move while he did so, fearing that if she did that he would attack her. A whine, almost scream, suddenly filled the silence as someone downstairs was throwing a tantrum as he looked up at the two.
“Aw! C’mon! I saved her, why are all of you hogging her?! You’re so mean!” The captor looked up from Lucky’s hair to see the devil as he called him. “Besides! He’s on his way back and if he finds out…”
“If who finds out, Sanghyuk?”
The whole room seemed to freeze at the soft voice, praying that if they stood still that it wasn’t really happening. The only sound that could be heard was Lucky’s loud and frantic heartbeat as well as her breathing. Almost at breakneck speed, she was spun around and grabbed around the throat as well as her waist. It wasn’t enough to cut off her breathing but it was pretty damn close. She struggled, trying to free herself but was locked into an iron grip.
“I saw her first. She is mine..”
Lucky couldn’t help but look helplessly down at the newcomer and the rest who had gathered down there, with rather guilty looks on their faces. The new man had golden skin, even darker than the other and rather delicate features as well as a graceful air about him. It was like he was the Prince of the House and the others were his younger brothers. He sighed and put his hands on his hips as he looked up at the both of them.
“Jaehwan, let the human go before I become angry.”
He was going to resist the sweet words, Lucky knew it deep down. It was by the way he started to lowly growl, the vibration she could feel through her chest. His grip got tighter and it left her to gasp for air, fingers that were going to bruise where they held onto her at. He started to chant mine over and over, his voice not quite matching the honey that it was before. Leo stood up and walked in front of the leader, crooking one long finger. With that, she felt her body move on its own accord…..
…. Right over the banister, crashing through it.
Lucky felt herself falling, just like in her dream. Slow and through breaking pieces that surrounded her but the one they called Hyuk leaped forward to catch her. Once again, she found herself in the arms of the baby faced one, still grinning but this time with relief. Coughing and inhaling air, her vision swam as she faintly heard a roar and a scuffle. The last thing she remembered before fainting was the blurry vision of the leader, oddly like a dream as he looked down at her with the golden eyes everyone else had. A touch that felt like ice but burned like fire, smoothing down some hair and examined her throat. That was all she remembered before darkness took her.
That and whining about not getting to play with the human.
desire
pairing: vampire king!hakyeon x fem!reader
genre: homegrown organic sin
word count: 5.7k
warnings: vampires, smut, biting, blood, i guess an orgy??,, i’m d e a d idk what else
summary: you’ve been invited to the king’s palace for an evening of unknown activities, only to end up in the middle of some erotic fantasy, one that has you landing right in the lap of the king himself
a/n - hello! okay so when i said i was writing a 5000+ word long hakyeon fic i was not fucking joking, i didn’t come here to piss fart around mate. this is probably the longest standalone i’ve written, and it took all my remaining willpower after finishing dragon age to finish this pure filth off. also, thanks to tumblr’s complete and utter incompetence, this is actually shorter than what i had originally planned it to be. 100 text blocks isn’t enough sometimes you bastards. anyway please enjoy some freshly baked sin!! also this hasn’t been edited properly because i no longer care so do me a favour and don’t complain if there are any mistakes nbkjnjk
The gates of the king’s palace stand tall in front of you, sleek twisted metal reaching high into the sky, disappearing into the glittering sea of blackness above. There’s a chill in the air tonight, the gentle wind whipping against your face, cheeks red from the cold, skin covered in goosebumps. The shawl you’ve been leant does nothing to keep you warm, but the kind gesture from the lady of your house is enough to keep you happy.
But, you don’t know why you’re here. In the years you’ve been a servant for one of the many noble vampire families, never had you been invited along to the king’s palace. That was a luxury a rare few besides the nobles got to enjoy, the servants usually staying at home, cooking or cleaning and sneaking in a few extra minutes of sleep. You don’t belong in the company of the king, no one truly does.
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