Claws and fangs (1/10)
Title:Claws and fangs
Pairing:Youngwoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Changmin
Author: kimmy_lin
Genre:Romance, drama, vampire au.
Rating:NC-17
Warnings:no beta (and desperately looking for one)
Length:Chaptered (1/10)
Disclaimer:The one single line vampires shouldn’t cross was the very one he was helplessly destined to break the moment he fixed eyes on him, Shim Changmin, a war survivor.
N/a: So I’m gonna start translating this to practice my English skills so I apologize for all the misspelling and grammar horrors this contains, like I put in the warnings this is unbetaed so please don’t be that hard on me. I hope you guys like the story, the Spanish version (the original one) got some good reviews so I figured I would share it with you too.
It was a sunny April afternoon when he found out, with nothing more than 20 years of life. Changmin found out he was going to die. That he had -being really positive- a year of remaining life. Just three hundred and sixty five days that would start its countdown the second he put a foot out of the hospital. And even when the news did made his jaw drop. Changmin was far from experiencing any kind of suffering because of the poison silently roaming his veins and body. First beacuse he didn't understand much of it really, but he thought the words untreatable and helpless death covered pretty much all. And second cuz truth be told, he felt -in some twisted kind of way- a little grateful.
Twelve were the months he had left to survive with the anarchy of his nation and the hunger of his people. Actually, having been able to reach his twenties was an achievement itself.
The bridge between rich and poor people wasn’t a joke.
If you were born on the wrong side of the tracks you only had two options: to die or make your way to the age when you were strong enough to join the army.
Although Changmin always thought of those two as pretty much the same. It was well known that the younger ones were used as cannon fodder, and please do not misunderstand, he didn’t expect much from life really but he hadn’t waste all that energy on keeping himself alive to throw it away on a battlefield 3 seconds after having arrived, so as a clever man Changmin decided to go for a third option.
To rob.
He did have an athletic body so robbing came really handy when given the opportunity. The streets of Seoul were hell and just a crazy-fatass-wealthy man or a really drunk one, would dare to put a feet on them alone whatever the time it was. Luckily for him scotch was really popular between those motherfuckers.
But now that his future had twisted like this, he decided he wasn't spending his last months trying. At least in the army, food was provided -which was the main reason everybody enrolled really- and seriously worst case scenario he died from a bullet on his chest, fighting for a country he didn’t give a fuck about. But all in all it still sounded better than dying because of his body abruptly deciding to kill himself cuz honestly that was just pathetic.
Changmin didn’t have parents to be concerned about either.
He'd been abandoned at the gates of a cathedral with barely three days of being born like many others. And even when he had reached the legal age a while ago he hadn't formed a family. So the decision he took was just a matter of him lining up to get his uniform that very same April afternoon.
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His thirsty throat burned. He needed to bury his fangs and drink the blood of one of those humans soon or he was going to lose it. But he was so weak. He had several broken bones and for the lack of vital core on his body, they were not about to heal soon.
Youngwoong supported himself on the big mossy three on his back, breathing hard through his sharp fangs. If he played it right he wouldn't need that much energy to rip the head of three of them per second.
He counted them all from up there. They were about 13. Survivors, he guessed, of some meaningless battle and by the uniforms they were wearing. They were koreans. As souldiers they probably knew how to defend themselves. But hey! He still got the element of surprise on his side, right? He had claws and fangs, and pretty much a series of abilities beyond their imagination.
His head leaned to the right while he plotted how to approach the situation. He could jump on the tallest and bigger one first, immobilize the one in front of him and break the neck of the closest to the right before they could even notice him.
He could even break the bones of the one of the left too and reach the ginger next to him with his claws. By that time, maybe the remaining eight would be aware of the "something" flying around. So he would have to hide in the woods to avoid the blind shoots that would trigger because of desperation. They wouldn’t do him a single thing but convince them of the opposite would play on his side -from his experience humans used to get really terrified when they couldn’t kill things with their fire toys- and he didn’t fell like chasing them on the different directions they would took to uselessly try to escape.
He would just wait till they practically empty their bullets. Then second round would be on.
In his currently status he couldn't end more than 7 at once, but he would manage. Two more jumps. He just had to be careful with the 7 ones he was going to take down, so he wouldn't touch by mistake that brown-haired guy. His real target. The only one of them whose spectacular scent worked his way up to his crossed brain and dilated his pupils by just imagining the scarlet delight that ran through his veins and arteries.
That human. The one he have tracked a mile away and made him change his route. That one he wanted alive. That one he wanted to look in the eyes when he drank his blood to death. The rest of them could pretty much go fuck themselves. He had to kill them tough since rules were rules. Once a human saw them their destiny was written. Youngwoong smiled. They should be thankful of the mercy he would have them, he thought.
He was about to jump when the little fight started. He stopped on his heels. His gold eyes now stared emotionless at the scene, he wasn’t that surprised actually. Humans were always pretty much the pathetic same.
The leader, or the one who had given himself that name, argued with his dinner (aka the brown haired man) the absurd of keep looking for water. They hadn’t had any luck in the past several hours and if they entered any further on the forest the chances of getting lost were high. The other ones seemed to back him up. He leader explained they should just go back and wait for the help that was coming and not dissolve the group since they had more chances of surviving together than by themselves. Youngwoong was solemnly agreeing with that even when they didn't even imagine that not a single one of them was leaving that forest.
But that boy, who now had a name, Changmin, kept insisting. He told the others that dying together didn't actually make a difference which would eventually happen if they didn't go on to find water. The night was coming soon. And on the top of that they couldn't rely on help since none of them were commanders or hold any type of high rank title to back them up.
Point that made real sense on the vampire's mind, too. But in the end didn't seem to convince the bunch of soldiers. The leader even threatened him with getting a shot down his ass if he did not shut the fuck up and stopped threatening the union of the group. He asked him to try to do something productive instead and go help the others to find some woods for the fire. Youngwoong prepared to jump in case the brown haired human did something stupid like pull out his gun or something. But he didn't need to because Changmin saluted them all with respect and then turned on his heels and went to find the water by himself.
He did put out there he wouldn't mind if someone decided to follow. But no one did.
Youngwoong chased him for almost an entire mile. Wondering what will the human do when he eventually found the lake, because there was one and he was getting there in like 15 minutes more of walking. The man had taken his time because he stopped now and then to observe the tree trunks and leave marks that will map his way back, Youngwoong was sincerely astonished.
What was he?
15 minutes later as Youngwoong had expected, the human reached the lake. Huge grin on his face as he pulled his weapons aside and removed the clothes from his body. Leaving himself at the total mercy and will of the vampire behind him. It was so typical of humans, get their so called 'miracle' and tought everything was just sorted out. He certainly couldn't know better.
The human’s scent hit his respiratory tract by a stream of air and the thirsty throat of the vampire contracted. Gold eyes gleamed in the dark. Youngwoong jumped from one tree to another until finally his boots touched the damp earth of the woods.
How long did it take him to have the tips of his fangs on the frightened skin of that human? A second? Maybe two.
Changmin didn’t even have the chance to cry out. Fear contracted his entrails.
“Well hello there,” the raspy voice of the vampire greeted him against the skin of his neck.
The brown-haired guy tried to escape. Youngwoong fractured his wrist as a warning.
"I don’t want to hurt you, so don’t make me," he told him.
The soldier's eyes scanned roughly his possible escape routes. Youngwoong uttered a laugh.
"It’s not gonna be easy," he mocked, "maybe if I wasn’t this hungry I would entertain myself a little with you but luckily for you this is not the case."
Youngwoong bent his wrist even further and the sharp sound that left the human throat would have put goosebumps on anyone. That was it. The creature had him trapped. He couldn’t move on his will. He was going to die right there.
Cold hands rougly touched him, analyzing every little patch of skin of his solid body, trying to look for something Changmin didn’t had a single idea of.
Youngwoong didn’t get it, the source of such marvelous scent that average human gave off. He was suffocating him, making him fucking drool. The only thing the vampire knew for sure was that it was in front of him and it forced him to fiercely clench his jaw. Fuck, the human smelled so good Youngwoong didn’t want to taste it just once. And to do so he needed to control himself because he was quite sure that the moment his fangs had contact with the human’s bloodstream he wouldn’t stop feeding until he had sucked the last drop.
Youngwoong’s hands pulled him by the hair carelessly throwing the man's head back. Changmin groaned of pain and indignation. His brown eyes locked defiant on the gold ones of the vampire. And in that brief moment the whole world just stopped.