The Unholy Trio Chapter 28: The rogue and the fairy
Title: The Unholy Trio Chapter 28: The rogue and the fairy
Author: onthethruway01
Pairing: Yoochun x female oc, hints of Jaechun
Genre: het, smut, horror, angst
Length: 28 of ?
Rating: R
Summary: Three unnatural creatures find solace in each other’s company
Strong arms lifted him; his head tilted to one side and buried itself in the crook of an exposed neck. The warmth of skin made him shiver. He breathed in deep and he inhaled a sweet and delicious scent like no other.
“Jaejoong,” he moaned; voice low and barely audible.
He began to wretch; the wine taking its toll on his fragile body. One arm held him while the other brushed back the raven tresses from his wide forehead. He pitched forward, bringing up the contents of his stomach until it was empty. A cloth wiped across his mouth; cherry red lips trembling; his body shook like a reed in the wind.
“Drink,” the golden haired djin entreated him; wrist offered up as a willing sacrifice. Fangs extended and scraped against perfumed skin; the sickly vampire managing to puncture a vein to feast upon magical blood.
Eyes fluttered for a moment but closed again as the dizziness was replaced by euphoria; the genie’s life essence dripping down his throat.
He was lowered into a tub of scented water; rose petals surrounding him; the bath water cooling his heated skin. He mewled as the djin washed his body; muscles relaxing; breath and pulse slowing. His hair was brushed back in a pony tail; gentle peck placed upon his brow. The vampire reached out and pulled Jaejoong closer; lips met in a passionate kiss; the vampire groaning as the genie responded; tongues dancing for an instant until the magical djin released him.
Yoochun moaned in protest; he wanted Jaejoong to take him; the exotic creature’s blood intoxicating the fragile Nosferatu and sending him over the edge.
“Be still; rest. Regain your strength. We have much to discuss.”
The genie’s words made him frown. Left alone in the steamy tub, the heat of the room coupled with his euphoria made him drift off to sleep; a sleep once more filled with visions; visions vivid and troublesome…
The creature left the safety of the canopy of the trees to forage on the ground. He was thirsty; but it wasn’t water he craved; it was blood.
He was clumsy on the ground; foraging as a last resort; the creature usually stalking its prey from the air. But here in the deep forest, its preferred meals were becoming less and less available. Alone; the normally nocturnal hunter had learned to adapt. Once a complete creature of the night, the lone animal now found himself strangely able to go out in the sunlight.
He had become a day walker.
At one time his skin had been pale and smooth; now it was covered by fur; slender hands transformed into a single, bony finger attached to wings; a thin membrane of skin stretched across a flexible frame. His eyesight, once sharp, was now diminished, but he was not blind. He relied upon echolocation and a keen sense of smell to detect his prey.
A sudden rustling in the underbrush caught his attention; his snout sniffed the air and he pounced, catching a terrified creature by its tail.
It struggled making a high pitched sound. He spit it out; the rodent trembling and too afraid to run.
“Go,” he barked at it in his deep voice, still human despite his transformation.
“Stupid mouse.”
The mouse ran away; the huge and imposing hunter scoffing at it.
He caught wind of another scent; it filled his senses and made him shiver in delight. This was no mouse or other fluffy woodland creature. This was something large; something big and juicy. The day walker licked his lips. He silently climbed a tree and listened; listened as his next meal came into range.
The tusky boar never saw him coming; it squealed as razor sharp fangs dug into its throat. It struggled; the hunter fighting it with all his strength. The tusks could be deadly, so he had to be careful. The boar succumbed to exhaustion; the hunter drinking his fill; his heart pounding as he gorged himself on the forest pigs blood. He released the boar just before death; he staggered backward and turned away; he dare not stare into the eyes of the hapless creature. Despite his transformation, he still felt remorse for what he did. The carcass would no doubt feed many creatures, but the thought still didn’t please him.
He crawled off into the forest, his destination a small watering hole where he would clean himself. He was still fastidious despite his animal state and washing the blood from his body would keep insects from making a home in his fur. But as he stared into the pool and saw his reflection, he found himself disgusted once more. Anyone who knew him well would still recognize his features; but they were merged with those of a bat; ears now pointed and elongated; regal nose now a snout; his teeth still fangs although deadlier than ever.
Tears fell from his eyes; eyes that were once beautiful, dark and exotic. He cried out at the top of his lungs; the sound shattering the silence of the forest; birds and other creatures echoing his cries.
When the day walker cried, the whole forest cried with him.
He stumbled into the water going just far enough to clean the blood from his body. He licked himself dry with his long tongue and headed back to the canopy of the trees.
He did not get far.
Something caught him off guard and jumped out at him. Teeth dug into his flesh and he howled. A wolf perhaps? Retaliating quickly, his sharpened fangs plunged into flesh eliciting a high pitched sound that was strangely familiar. He separated himself from the creature and tried to catch his breath before attacking once more. He looked at his foe; his visual acuity not as sharp as it used to be. He sniffed the air and smelled something strangely familiar and yet different at the same time.
His attacker was human, or at least human like, and it was female. He sniffed the air once more and smiled. This female creature was in estrous.
He licked his lips and chortled. The bitch was in heat and had caught his scent. Perhaps she knew what he was; half- animal half… well, whatever he was, she wanted him, and the day walker was willing to oblige.
A low growl emanated from deep within his throat. He circled the female; eyes narrowed, fangs flashing; her courage abandoning her as she cowered in his presence. The male approached her cautiously; ignoring his pounding heart, he crept up to her and stared her down. Despite his poor eyesight, he could tell that she was beautiful.
“Not human,” he told himself; “something else.”
She lowered her head in a sign of submission, and he smiled.
“You want me?” he asked, his speech slightly slurred; words becoming harder to pronounce in his animal state.
A delicate hand dared to reach out and touch his face. A long tongue greedily lapped at her fingers. The female rubbed her body up against his chest and his heart stopped for an instant. She presented herself to him on all fours and waited for his onslaught.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he felt his sex grow hard and heavy between his legs.
It had been too long; way too long.
He mounted her with ease; the females body ready and willing for him.
“Did you plan this all along, girl? Have you been stalking me?”
She whimpered as he pounded into her; slick and wet he easily slid in and out of her body; she trembled as the living God of the forest honored her with his love.
His fangs dug once more into her neck; the sweet thickness of her blood coating the back of his throat. It invigorated him; breathed new life into him like never before.
“What are you?” he spoke through gritted teeth as he desperately tried to grasp strands of her hair; his bat-like fingers unable to do so.
In his frustration his thrusts intensified; she turned to him and hissed; he gnashed his own jaws at her and she trembled.
The female cried out as the day walker’s ample length brought her to completion. He bucked forward and spilled deep inside her; the forest echoing with the sound of his ecstasy. He slumped forward, pinning her body to the ground. She groaned under his weight; patiently waiting for him to release her.
What happened next was frightening and unexpected. The animal on top of her began to change. His body physically morphed; twisting and turning in agony, flesh, muscle and bone changed before her eyes. She staggered away and watched as the great bat-like creature was replaced by what appeared to be a fragile, human male.
“Thank you,” he said through ragged breaths. “I needed that.”
The vampire Yoochun regained his composure and stared at the female before him.
“What are you girl? Your blood is not human. I taste magic in it. Only magical blood could have helped me regain my true form.”
He examined her closely. She looked human, but the sharpened teeth and pointed ears designated her as something else. He looked closely and saw wounds on her back. They were fresh; scabs only just starting to form. He had not seen them before. His lust and his vision in his animal form had clouded him.
“What happened? Did an animal do this to you?”
He touched the wounds and she flinched. He gasped in horror as he realized what she was and what horrible act had been done to her.
She was Fey, and her wings had been cut from her body.
“You’re a fairy?”
The girl nodded; this was not the wand wielding, dust-flinging fairy that he had heard of in the tales and legends of his youth. This was a tragic creature; naked, primitive and scared.
“Who did this to you? Who cut out your wings?”
The female hugged herself and wept. Her mouth opened and she spoke a word; a word that pierced his undead heart.
“Nosferatu.”
Yoochun staggered backwards.
“I am Nosferatu,” he told her.
The fairy nodded her head. She knew; she knew all along, but she didn’t care.
A sudden thought came upon him. Was this a trap? Did they use her to sniff him out? Were they lying in wait for him in the woods?
He grabbed the girl and together they ran at breakneck speed through the forest, ignoring as branches whipped at their flesh and rock and stone scratched their bare feet. They ran until they could not run any more. They collapsed in a heap; chests heaving until their lungs no longer ached.
The girl stared at the vampire as he suddenly burst into laughter.
“Why am I running? Its daylight and they’ve gone underground. I’m still here. I haven’t gone up in smoke. Is it your blood that protects me from the sunlight or am I immune to it now, even in my true form?”
“Day walker,” she pointed at him.
The vampire nodded his head.
“We shall see.”
They huddled together as the sun fell and the sky grew dark and pocked with stars.
“Are they out there girl? Are they coming for me?”
The fairy nodded her head.
He wiped the tears from her cheeks.
“It’s ok, girl. I forgive you.”
As the night drew darker, so did his fears. He was not afraid for himself, but for the fragile creature in his arms. It was clear they didn’t give a shit about her. Even worse, they knew he would do anything to protect her. They knew him so very well. Females had always been his weakness.
He sat nervously in the dark; focused on every sight and sound; his senses heightened by the female’s blood.
“Come for me boys,” he taunted them; “I’ll be waiting.”
In the far off distance, a wolf howled, a familiar scent filling his nostrils; his pace quickening as he picked up the trail. He looked up at his companion who smiled knowingly; fangs gleaming in the dark.