The Unholy Trio Chapter 14: Magic Carpet Ride
Title: The Unholy Trio: Chapter 14, Magic Carpet Ride
Author: onthethruway01
Genre: angst, smut, horror
Pairings: JYJ
Rating: pg-13 for language?
Length: chapter 14 of ?
Summary: Three unnatural creatures find solace in each other’s company
The gypsy woman’s eyes grew wide as the creature of fire and smoke entered her parlor. She clutched her talisman as the magical being stood before her. Madame Noelle’s fear turned to amusement as she realized that the Djin; a male of exotic beauty, was naked.
The Djin’s cheeks flushed as he realized his mistake; with a wave of his hand his naked form was covered in fine, tailored garments.
He bowed deeply to the fortune teller and made his apologies.
“Forgive me. I must remember to perfect that spell. I wanted to personally thank you for sending Yoochun my way. I was going insane inside that bottle.”
The gypsy smiled, but it soon faded as a sudden vision came upon her.
The genie saw her reaction and knew that something was amiss.
“What is it?” he asked her as he held her; her body stumbling forward as the “sight” came upon her.
“You must return home. The Nosferatu needs you. Something terrible has happened.”
The genie nodded his head and began to turn to smoke, but Madame Noelle stopped him.
“Wait. My vision says I must go with you.”
Thinking fast, the genie removed the rug from under the gypsy’s table. He grabbed it and the woman’s arm and dragged them both outside and into a dark alley way. Laying the carpet on the ground, he animated it; Noelle staggering backwards as she realized that the Djin meant to fly the carpet.
“Come my dear, Jaejoong entreated her. There is no time to be wasted.”
Reluctantly, the gypsy joined the genie on the magic carpet, and with a wave of his hand it levitated into the sky and sped off.
“Won’t we be seen?”
Jaejoong smiled. He waved his hand again and they were protected by another spell.
Madame Noelle was frightened out of her mind.
“Hold on to me dear; you’ll be fine.”
The gypsy woman clung to the Djin for dear life as the magic carpet flew across the sky.
As they entered the vampire’s lair, they were greeted with a gruesome sight. The gypsy woman crossed herself and held her hand to her mouth.
“Help me woman,” he ordered the petrified gypsy as they ran to Yoochun’s side.
They lifted the unconscious Junsu off of the unfortunate vampire who lay in a pool of his own blood. It didn’t take a genius to see that Junsu had lost his mind and ravaged the fragile vampire.
The gypsy woman glanced at the bat-like creature and blinked in disbelief.
“Ignore him” the Djin told her, his hands quickly waving in the beast’s direction. He cast a spell; a glowing rope surrounding the animal lest he awoke and raged once more.
They quickly lifted Yoochun’s lifeless body onto his bed; the genie rolling up his sleeves.
“Is he dead?” she asked him.
The genie frowned.
“He’s undead,” the genie stated, his words mocking the gypsy. “But if I don’t help him, he’ll meet his true death, that’s for sure.”
The gypsy sat on the edge of the bed, clutching her talisman. She watched in wonder as the genie’s finger nail grew long and sharp; he dragged it across his wrist; blood flowing, he lifted the Nosferatu and forced his mouth open.
“Hold him up for me.”
Noelle cradled the fragile creature as Jaejoong’s blood dripped into the vampire’s mouth.
The gypsy woman found herself stroking the vampire’s face as if he were a sick child.
“He’s so cold,” she whispered to Jaejoong; the Djin squeezing the cut in his wrist to increase the flow of blood.
Noelle’s small, delicate hands caressed the vampire’s milk-white neck; fingers moving downward; they traced lightly across perfect collar bones. Shaking, she dared to press her palm upon his heart.
“I don’t feel anything,” she said softly, the genie glancing at her; a tiny tear drop falling down her cheek.
“Damn it Yoochun,” the genie cursed. “Don’t do this.”
Noelle could see the concern on his face. Yoochun wasn’t responding.
Noelle leaned her head against Yoochun’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.
“Please,” she begged him. “Please live.”
The genie cut his other wrist and continued to feed the lifeless Nosferatu. He showed no pain; only determination to bring back the one who had set him free from his thousand year imprisonment.
“Strange,” he told the gypsy; “you are human yet you care for an undead fiend.”
Noelle wiped a tear from her eye.
“Once, there was a teenaged girl whose parents were murdered by vampires. She too, would have fallen victim to the blood sucking monsters, but she was spared; spared by a handsome young man who was once a soldier in a war long forgotten.”
The gypsy woman kissed the vampire’s cheek.
“He saved me that day. It was that gesture that angered his clan. Yoochun had tried many times to leave them. They always brought him back. By saving me he had sealed his fate. They abused him greatly. I’m not quite sure what they did to him. I have the sight, but his punishment is not clear. All I know is that he escaped them once more and now they seek their final revenge. They will break his spirit; make him their slave or end his existence should they fail to persuade him.”
The genie nodded his head.
“It’s my turn now,” the gypsy spoke; the Djin surprised and shocked as Noelle took a small knife from her pouch and cut her own wrist. She hissed as she dragged the blade across her flesh.
“Are you mad, woman?” Jaejoong asked her. “Would you become a slave to the undead? Once he tastes your blood he will never let you go.”
The gypsy woman smiled despite her pain. She switched places with the genie and pressed her bleeding wrist to the vampire’s mouth. She closed her eyes as she began to feel woozy.
“That’s enough!” the genie scolded her as he forced her to stop feeding the vampire.
He touched her wrist; a golden glow sealing the cut.
“We can do no more for him. All we can do is wait. Clean him up and keep him warm, if that’s possible for a vampire to feel warmth. In the meantime, I’ll take care of Junsu.”
Noelle went the washroom and returned with clean cloths and a bowl of warm water. Slowly and carefully, she washed his torn body, holding back her tears as he lay as still as the grave.
Jaejoong watched as the gypsy woman stripped down to her underclothes and slid beneath the sheets. She held the fragile Nosferatu in her arms. He shook his head in disbelief. Never had he seen a human show so much compassion for an undead creature.
Jaejoong’s attention returned to the slumbering Junsu.
“What am I going to do with you?”
He slapped the unconscious beast on his ample rump.
More magic flowed from the genie’s hands; a cleaning cantrip that cleansed the bat-like creature. Jaejoong tossed a blanked over Junsu’s shoulders and returned to Yoochun’s side.
He sat down on the bed, dumbfounded by the gypsy woman’s actions. She held Yoochun’s fragile form in her grasp; moaning into his neck and weeping.
“There is something between you two, isn’t there; something deeper than your need to repay your debt to him.”
Noelle looked up at Jaejoong with tear filled eyes.
“It’s my fault, you see. The vampires came to our camp. They demanded me as a tribute to allow the gypsy’s to safely pass through their territory and practice their ways. Frightened, I ran away, and as a result, many were struck down. They sent Yoochun to find me, but something stopped him. He couldn’t bring me back. He couldn’t kill me. He just let me go. I’ll never forget that night, nor will I ever forget the debt I owe him.”
The genie stared the gypsy woman down. He could tell there was more. She was holding something back. The young woman clung to Yoochun desperately; her affection was unnatural; her actions speaking volumes.
The vampire had taken her that night
“By Ali Baba and all the thieves, he fucked you! Was that his price for your life? He doesn’t even remember who you are. How he came to find you again after all this time is a mystery; a sad twist of fate. Don’t fall for him woman, it will only break your heart. If he comes back from the abyss he’ll live for an eternity while you’ll grow old and die.”
The gypsy woman flashed the genie an evil glance.
“Yes, a sad twist of fate reunited us. I didn’t recognize him at first; it was so dark in my room the night he came for that reading. I was so afraid that I didn’t even realize that I was in the presence of my own savior. But after he left, an uneasy feeling came upon me. I redid the cards for myself and I nearly lost my mind. I was so young when he took me; it was twenty years ago and I was little more than a child. I offered myself to him that evening; not just my body, but my life. I would have stayed with him for eternity; but he refused to turn me.”
Jaejoong nodded his head. Yoochun had let the girl go; he didn’t want her to suffer the same fate he had.
The genie walked away and sat down on the silken cushions. As he stared at Junsu he wondered what triggered the bat-like creature to attack Yoochun. Was it a repressed memory, or something else? Obviously, the gypsy woman hadn’t seen this coming. One thing was for sure; things were a mess, and Jaejoong was going to have to clean it up.
For the first time, in a long time, the genie felt fear.
Yoochun was dead, possibly for good; Junsu had become a rabid dog, unconsciously responsible for slaying his own lover; and Jaejoong was saddled with a lovesick gypsy woman.
Whether he liked it or not, the unholy trio was now an unholy disaster.
He closed his eyes and began to meditate; chanting in his native tongue; the genie crossed his legs and levitated off the floor.
Junsu, blissfully unaware of what was going on, snored.
Madame Noelle wept and prayed for an undead creature who was really dead for good, or so she thought…
Her thoughts did not fall on deaf ears.
The Fates had yet to cut the thread of Yoochun’s life; a tiny strand still remained; frayed, but not yet broken. The selfless gift of the gypsy woman’s love coupled with the blood of the Djin worked its magic. A tiny spark set off a vibration; small and barely detectable; the vampire’s silent heart began to tremble and quake; the erratic beats increasing in speed as the magic unfolded. Like a drum sounding troops to battle the pounding intensified; a silent signal reaching out to the vampire’s unconscious brain.
“Breathe, damn you, breath.”
Yoochun woke up, gasping for air.
Noelle fell out of the bed and the genie fell to the floor.
Jaejoong ran to his side, a wide grin on his face.
Yoochun narrowed his eyes at the genie and scowled.
“It’s about fucking time…”