The Other Side - Ch.12/?
Title: The Other Side - Ch.12/?
Author: kaybee38
Word Count: 1375
Rating: PG-15 (R for other chapters)
Pairings: Minho/Onew, ninja!JongKey, Cousin!Taemin
Genre:vampire, fantasy, sci-fi, character death, sexytimes!
Disclaimer: SHinee and DBSK are owned by SM Entertainment only
Summary: Minho’s a vampire, Key’s a shapeshifter, Jjong is a werewolf and Taemin is a vampire hunter. Jinki is the mortal object of Minho’s affection, or is he? Only Taemin, (Jinki’s cousin) knows the truth. (Oh yeah, and Changmin's a sorcerer).
A/N: Jinki's identity is revealed. This story is brought to you by this song.
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The Other Side - Ch. 12
The last thing Minho remembered, was touching Jinki all over, confounded as to why his bite had triggered such a transformation. Jinki was taking shallow small breaths, occasionally moaning in pain as his bones felt like they were actually shifting under his skin. Minho could feel the pain that Jinki was in, and was helplessly trying to reach him through words and touch. He was steadily running his fingers across the other man’s torso over the designs that seemed to be rising to the surface of his skin like hidden tattoos written in invisible ink when something or someone threw him bodily across the room until his head his something blunt and hard.
Then everything went black.
“I’m too late it seems.” Shim said with a sad whisper as he caught Jinki’s shivering form before his body hit the floor.
The sorcerer-scientist wrapped a binding spell around the naked vamp after using a part of the teleportation spell to throw the tall man against the wall. Shim quickly deposited Jinki on the couch looking him over and covering his shivering form with a blanket that lay on the floor at his feet.
After giving Jinki a modified opium dose in order to make his muscles relax, he turned quickly to the vamp who was still knocked out from how hard he’d hit the wall. But Shim wasn’t fooled, he was aware of vamp’s rapid healing powers, and if this vamp was actually of the House of Choi, then he would rouse quicker than most.
Reaching into his satchel, Shim pulled out two small bottles of powder, one of oil and a small gourd. Mixing exactly the right amount of elements together with his fingers, Shim made a shimmery black paste which he then drew on the taller man’s skin in concentric circles at all of the vamp’s pressure points.
“There. That should hold you for a bit.” Shim said before returning to Jinki on the couch and rapidly applying the same technique to him.
Jinki began to sweat and writhe the moment the paste was applied to his skin, but still remained unconscious long enough for Shim to wrap him up on the blanket.
Just as Shim was about to heft Jinki over his back, the door to the apartment burst open with a bang, throwing Shim and Jinki to the floor in a tangled mess.
Before the dust cleared and Shim looked up he knew who it was.
In the doorway, standing on what remained of the splintered door of the apartment, looking a little bit more than pissed was Taemin. The massive Desert Eagle still smoking at his side.
“You should NOT be here Taemin. I told you…”
“I don’t give a damn what you told me. You’ve got some explaining to…Oh GOD JINKI!!”
Taemin ran over to Jinki’s slumped form on the floor as Shim slid out from under him and gracefully got to his feet, dusted himself off and quickly gathered his things.
“Taemin…”
“What did you DO to him?”
“Taemin…”
“No. Shim, I know you’re not telling me everything…”
“TAEMIN listen to me..”
“NO!”
Taemin raised his gun to Shim’s nose so quickly he flinched.
“No more lies Shim.” Taemin glared at Shim through angry red fringe.
“You tell me, what’s going on right now and I’ll spare your…”
Taemin never finished his sentence, because suddenly he was being held mid-air by some invisible force. He could barely breathe as the air was compressed from his lungs. He looked around the room wildly with just his eyes, as the rest of him seemed to be paralyzed. The only thing he could see within his line of sight was Jinki lying prone on the floor, his favorite gun floating in pieces in the air around him as if weightless, and an extremely exasperated yet almost bored looking sorcerer staring up at him.
“I do NOT have time for this Taemin, I told you to stay away for your sake and Jinki’s but as usual you don’t listen, but do what you wish.”
Shim sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Fine. I guess I’ll just have to take them both with me” Shim said almost to himself.
Taemin was getting spots before his eyes as he struggled to breathe, to talk, to move. Shim, noticing the slayer’s agitation, released the binding spell and Taemin dropped to the floor in a heap, taking in large gulps of air. His gun falling in pieces like rain around him.
“What the FUCK Shim?” Taemin said hoarsely through gasps of air.
Before Shim could respond, the vamp pinned to the wall let out an unconscious moan of pain.
The only reason why Taemin missed the vamp’s skull and hit the wall above him with the kunai was because of his weakened state and Shim’s quick reflexes throwing the knife off course.
The crystal on Shim’s ring on the ring finger of his left hand shimmered blue suddenly and he knew that he’d have to take evasive action and just apologize to Taemin later.
The last thing Taemin realized before he passed out was that the naked vamp restrained to the wall above him was the same one that he saw in the alley with Jinki that night.
Well shit.
Minho woke up on fire.
There seemed to be pain coming from every pressure point on his body.
Why am I naked? Where the hell am I?
He slowly eased himself into a sitting position and realized with a start that he was naked, on the floor of an apartment that seemed very familiar, and that his head felt like it was in a vice. As he tried to remember where he was or what had happened, he couldn’t quite grasp the flashes of images that were swirling in his head. As he concentrated, Minho realized that he could remember saying goodbye to Jjong, finding Jinki, the alley, but then…nothing. He could recall things that had happened to him with intricate detail 50 years ago, but nothing of the previous 48 hours.
Minho’s eyes flew open in realization.
That type of memory loss for a vampire could only mean one thing.
Minho stumbled as if drunk around the apartment until he found the bathroom, stumbling in and almost braining himself on the edge of the sink. Yanking on the overhead chain for the light, he leaned heavily on the countertop and looked in the mirror, staring at his reflection. Covering his face and torso was a mass of silvery black cylindrical markings confirming his suspicions.
Fucking spells.
It had been years since Shim had made use of the underground bunker and he couldn’t remember the last time he needed to use it as a safe house, with guests no less, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
He made sure that Jinki was well sedated and as he rounded the concrete slab that Jinki was currently reclining on, Shim tested the restraints that bound Jinki’s wrists and ankles. The cuffs themselves were padded, but were made of heavy iron dipped in pure silver as were the thick heavy chains that secured them to the table.
“Is all that really necessary?” Taemin said from the doorway, a little groggy.
“It’s been hours, your spell held, he won’t change right?”
Taemin spoke in a small, quiet voice that reminded Shim momentarily of the little boy that begged for his cousin’s life all those years ago.
Shim shook his head sadly.
“The spell isn’t holding him Taemin, the third bite did it’s work.”
“What do you mean?”
Shim moved up the table and dabbed at Jinki's brow before gently turning his head to the right, revealing 2 fresh puncture wounds on his neck slowly clotting and healing. He looked at Taemin to make sure that he was seeing what Shim was showing him.
“I mean that the spell has been broken. All I’ve done is slow down it’s progress over the last few hours so that it’s not too painful for him and to maybe buy us some time.”
Taemin was stunned. His words caught in his throat at the meaning behind Shim’s words.
“Y-You mean…”
Taemin moved to the other side of the slab watching Jinki as he fought what looked like a horrible nightmare. Shim turned to look at Taemin, with an intensity that the slayer had never seen before.
“I mean that within the next 48 hours, Jinki will have completed the transition fully, and will become a vampire.”
Just then, Jinki pulled at the chains punctuating Shim’s words with a loud clank.
No.
A/N: Ok so, shorter chapters means posting more often, so I think I'm going to continue writing my stories like this unless my muse has other ideas. So yes, now we know what Jinki is, but remember now he's Minho's mate so they're connected, and Taemin has a decision to make. *wiggles eyebrows*.
OH, and if you're trying to find out how Shim Changmin got into Jinki's apartment. He did this:
BTW, I found all of these really cool iamges online the other day and feel they apply to this story. So here's some goodies for all of you lovely people who have sent me such nice comments since I came back last week. *glomps you all*.
Taemin's Desert eagle:
Taemin's Kunai that he threw at Minho:
Author: kaybee38
Word Count: 1375
Rating: PG-15 (R for other chapters)
Pairings: Minho/Onew, ninja!JongKey, Cousin!Taemin
Genre:vampire, fantasy, sci-fi, character death, sexytimes!
Disclaimer: SHinee and DBSK are owned by SM Entertainment only
Summary: Minho’s a vampire, Key’s a shapeshifter, Jjong is a werewolf and Taemin is a vampire hunter. Jinki is the mortal object of Minho’s affection, or is he? Only Taemin, (Jinki’s cousin) knows the truth. (Oh yeah, and Changmin's a sorcerer).
A/N: Jinki's identity is revealed. This story is brought to you by this song.
[CH1] [CH2] [CH3] [CH4] [CH5] [CH6] [CH7] [CH8] [CH9] [CH10] [CH11]
The Other Side - Ch. 12
The last thing Minho remembered, was touching Jinki all over, confounded as to why his bite had triggered such a transformation. Jinki was taking shallow small breaths, occasionally moaning in pain as his bones felt like they were actually shifting under his skin. Minho could feel the pain that Jinki was in, and was helplessly trying to reach him through words and touch. He was steadily running his fingers across the other man’s torso over the designs that seemed to be rising to the surface of his skin like hidden tattoos written in invisible ink when something or someone threw him bodily across the room until his head his something blunt and hard.
Then everything went black.
“I’m too late it seems.” Shim said with a sad whisper as he caught Jinki’s shivering form before his body hit the floor.
The sorcerer-scientist wrapped a binding spell around the naked vamp after using a part of the teleportation spell to throw the tall man against the wall. Shim quickly deposited Jinki on the couch looking him over and covering his shivering form with a blanket that lay on the floor at his feet.
After giving Jinki a modified opium dose in order to make his muscles relax, he turned quickly to the vamp who was still knocked out from how hard he’d hit the wall. But Shim wasn’t fooled, he was aware of vamp’s rapid healing powers, and if this vamp was actually of the House of Choi, then he would rouse quicker than most.
Reaching into his satchel, Shim pulled out two small bottles of powder, one of oil and a small gourd. Mixing exactly the right amount of elements together with his fingers, Shim made a shimmery black paste which he then drew on the taller man’s skin in concentric circles at all of the vamp’s pressure points.
“There. That should hold you for a bit.” Shim said before returning to Jinki on the couch and rapidly applying the same technique to him.
Jinki began to sweat and writhe the moment the paste was applied to his skin, but still remained unconscious long enough for Shim to wrap him up on the blanket.
Just as Shim was about to heft Jinki over his back, the door to the apartment burst open with a bang, throwing Shim and Jinki to the floor in a tangled mess.
Before the dust cleared and Shim looked up he knew who it was.
In the doorway, standing on what remained of the splintered door of the apartment, looking a little bit more than pissed was Taemin. The massive Desert Eagle still smoking at his side.
“You should NOT be here Taemin. I told you…”
“I don’t give a damn what you told me. You’ve got some explaining to…Oh GOD JINKI!!”
Taemin ran over to Jinki’s slumped form on the floor as Shim slid out from under him and gracefully got to his feet, dusted himself off and quickly gathered his things.
“Taemin…”
“What did you DO to him?”
“Taemin…”
“No. Shim, I know you’re not telling me everything…”
“TAEMIN listen to me..”
“NO!”
Taemin raised his gun to Shim’s nose so quickly he flinched.
“No more lies Shim.” Taemin glared at Shim through angry red fringe.
“You tell me, what’s going on right now and I’ll spare your…”
Taemin never finished his sentence, because suddenly he was being held mid-air by some invisible force. He could barely breathe as the air was compressed from his lungs. He looked around the room wildly with just his eyes, as the rest of him seemed to be paralyzed. The only thing he could see within his line of sight was Jinki lying prone on the floor, his favorite gun floating in pieces in the air around him as if weightless, and an extremely exasperated yet almost bored looking sorcerer staring up at him.
“I do NOT have time for this Taemin, I told you to stay away for your sake and Jinki’s but as usual you don’t listen, but do what you wish.”
Shim sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Fine. I guess I’ll just have to take them both with me” Shim said almost to himself.
Taemin was getting spots before his eyes as he struggled to breathe, to talk, to move. Shim, noticing the slayer’s agitation, released the binding spell and Taemin dropped to the floor in a heap, taking in large gulps of air. His gun falling in pieces like rain around him.
“What the FUCK Shim?” Taemin said hoarsely through gasps of air.
Before Shim could respond, the vamp pinned to the wall let out an unconscious moan of pain.
The only reason why Taemin missed the vamp’s skull and hit the wall above him with the kunai was because of his weakened state and Shim’s quick reflexes throwing the knife off course.
The crystal on Shim’s ring on the ring finger of his left hand shimmered blue suddenly and he knew that he’d have to take evasive action and just apologize to Taemin later.
The last thing Taemin realized before he passed out was that the naked vamp restrained to the wall above him was the same one that he saw in the alley with Jinki that night.
Well shit.
Minho woke up on fire.
There seemed to be pain coming from every pressure point on his body.
Why am I naked? Where the hell am I?
He slowly eased himself into a sitting position and realized with a start that he was naked, on the floor of an apartment that seemed very familiar, and that his head felt like it was in a vice. As he tried to remember where he was or what had happened, he couldn’t quite grasp the flashes of images that were swirling in his head. As he concentrated, Minho realized that he could remember saying goodbye to Jjong, finding Jinki, the alley, but then…nothing. He could recall things that had happened to him with intricate detail 50 years ago, but nothing of the previous 48 hours.
Minho’s eyes flew open in realization.
That type of memory loss for a vampire could only mean one thing.
Minho stumbled as if drunk around the apartment until he found the bathroom, stumbling in and almost braining himself on the edge of the sink. Yanking on the overhead chain for the light, he leaned heavily on the countertop and looked in the mirror, staring at his reflection. Covering his face and torso was a mass of silvery black cylindrical markings confirming his suspicions.
Fucking spells.
It had been years since Shim had made use of the underground bunker and he couldn’t remember the last time he needed to use it as a safe house, with guests no less, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
He made sure that Jinki was well sedated and as he rounded the concrete slab that Jinki was currently reclining on, Shim tested the restraints that bound Jinki’s wrists and ankles. The cuffs themselves were padded, but were made of heavy iron dipped in pure silver as were the thick heavy chains that secured them to the table.
“Is all that really necessary?” Taemin said from the doorway, a little groggy.
“It’s been hours, your spell held, he won’t change right?”
Taemin spoke in a small, quiet voice that reminded Shim momentarily of the little boy that begged for his cousin’s life all those years ago.
Shim shook his head sadly.
“The spell isn’t holding him Taemin, the third bite did it’s work.”
“What do you mean?”
Shim moved up the table and dabbed at Jinki's brow before gently turning his head to the right, revealing 2 fresh puncture wounds on his neck slowly clotting and healing. He looked at Taemin to make sure that he was seeing what Shim was showing him.
“I mean that the spell has been broken. All I’ve done is slow down it’s progress over the last few hours so that it’s not too painful for him and to maybe buy us some time.”
Taemin was stunned. His words caught in his throat at the meaning behind Shim’s words.
“Y-You mean…”
Taemin moved to the other side of the slab watching Jinki as he fought what looked like a horrible nightmare. Shim turned to look at Taemin, with an intensity that the slayer had never seen before.
“I mean that within the next 48 hours, Jinki will have completed the transition fully, and will become a vampire.”
Just then, Jinki pulled at the chains punctuating Shim’s words with a loud clank.
No.
A/N: Ok so, shorter chapters means posting more often, so I think I'm going to continue writing my stories like this unless my muse has other ideas. So yes, now we know what Jinki is, but remember now he's Minho's mate so they're connected, and Taemin has a decision to make. *wiggles eyebrows*.
OH, and if you're trying to find out how Shim Changmin got into Jinki's apartment. He did this:
BTW, I found all of these really cool iamges online the other day and feel they apply to this story. So here's some goodies for all of you lovely people who have sent me such nice comments since I came back last week. *glomps you all*.
Taemin's Desert eagle:
Taemin's Kunai that he threw at Minho: