[oneshot] mayday
Title: Mayday
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: Oneshot (1976 words)
Genre: Supernatural (vampire), angst, drama, romance?
Rating: R-ish
Warning: Unbetaed. Character death. Mentions of blood, gore..
A/N: Based on Brown Eyed Girl’s Sign MV, and a twisted imagination of my own. Also, this is my first attempt on vampire fic..so pls excuse the fail >.< Feel free to ask anything that confuses you.
“XIAH!”
He hears his name being called in the darkness, and feels a sudden intense pain on his back.
“XIAH!”
He opens his eyes slowly; taking his surrounding into account. He recognizes the faces around him, his friends, his enemies, his elders. The Circle, he barely recalls in his mind. Xiah shudders as another wave of pain strikes him as a whip greets his back with full force. He is suddenly aware that he is kneeling, and he couldn’t move a muscle as he feels invisible ropes bounding his frame.
“Do you know why you are here?” the same voice asks him as he sees a figure stepping closer towards him. The Elder; as everybody calls him, is Xiah’s leader. He never knows the man real name, nor his age. But that doesn’t seem to matter now as he watches the pale, pale face inching closer to his own and cold fingers grasp his chin as the man bend down. He looks into a pair of eyes in front of him; one is darker than the darkest black while the other is a shimmering pale gray. As much as he tries to put up a brave façade, intense fear clutches his heart. He shudders.
“Y-yes,” he answers. He could feel his soul being tormented by those eyes; pain, fear, regrets, sadness, every unpleasant emotions being inflicted into himself as he is forced to look at The Elder.
“Very well. What is your decision then?” the man asks; his grasps on Xiah’s chin tightens.
The young vampire takes a very deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. No, he thinks. He knows right from the start that his love won’t have a happy ending. Falling for their own victims is the only and the most forbidden thing amongst the vampires, yet he finds himself falling deeply. There is no way he would bite Yoochun and turn the sweet guy into a vampire. There is no way he would give up Yoochun for this disgusting group of creatures that lives on blood, lusts, hatred. Not when Yoochun has thought him so much the beauty of truly living. With love. No way.
“Tsk. You’ve forgotten that I can clearly read your mind. Who are you calling disgusting?!” the man in front of him barks and Xiah could feel silver blood dripping along his jaw as sharp claw-like nails embed on his cheeks and strikes of pain repeatedly assault his bare back.
“You,” The Elder says silently, “are one of us as well,” he finishes as he lets go of Xiah’s face. “Or are you not? Your mission was to seduce the human in the deepest pits of lust and sin in exchange with his untainted soul. But yet here you are. Begging for my mercy to let him live. Are you willing to sacrifice yourself for this lowlife human?”
“Xiah,” another voice calls out, and he sees his brother’s face, Hero. “Please,” he simply says, eyes full of concern for his brother but fear prevents him from approaching the kneeling vampire.
Xiah looks at Hero in silent apology. He will never bite Yoochun; he would rather have his power stripped off of him than doing so. He knows that power equals to life for vampires, once it’s gone you will be tortured forever, for infinity. No difference between life or death after that. Still, his love for his human lover is too deep, too pure.
Any human bitten by a vampire would turn into one himself; binding into a never-ending hell of lust, blood and slavery under the wicked Elder. But Xiah already marked Yoochun when they made love; meaning only he himself could turn Yoochun, so it is impossible for even the most powerful vampire to turn him, since there are only two ways to turn a marked human into a vampire, with the other way being if the marked human kill on his own account, the action fueled by the most powerful feeling of hate and agony, which is another trait of vampires that the Elder prides of. He knows that if he refuses to turn Yoochun, The Elder will have no choice but to erase every memory of Xiah from Yoochun’s mind, but the human will get to live. It’s either his life, or Yoochun’s.
Another whip of pain has his head hunched down, as he tries to calm his heart. Yoochun. Yoochun. He tries to remember his lover’s smile, laughter, touches. Yoochun, his heart breathes.
He looks up once again, and grits his teeth as he answers. “No. I refuse.”
“Wrong move.”
He sees his brother’s crying face just seconds before everything goes black again.
**
It’s him again. A man. Yoochun couldn’t see the man’s face since it is covered by his hair as his naked form is struggling in a large tank of water. There are chains all around his whipped body, efficiently submerging him in the middle of the tank without any chance to resurface. Yoochun feels his heart aches. Somehow, he has the feelings that he knows this man. All too well. Yoochun feels suffocated as he watches the man struggles, as if he is the one being drowned in the tank. He tries to reach out, but it seems so far. Yet it is still so near that he could see everything so vividly.
'Yoochun-ah.'
'Help. Please.'
'I love you.'
Yoochun jolts up from his sleep, eyes wide open. His hand shoots up to wipe cold sweat on his forehead. A cold grip of fear clutches his heart. ‘Who are you?’
**
Yoochun wakes up groggily, dragging himself into the bathroom. He hasn’t had much sleep these days, that weird dream constantly flooding his sleep. Shaking his head, he reaches for his toothbrush but his movement halts as he sees another one next to his. He had a feeling that it has been there for so long but yet Yoochun couldn’t remember to whom it belong. He wonders why he feels like there is another presence besides him in the house; he always sleeps and wakes up on one side of the bed as if there is another person next to him, he finds himself making meals for two, pointing and talking about something in the TV and looking to his side to find no one. It’s been going on for almost a week and is driving him crazy, as if something big and important has been taken away from his life but he doesn’t know what.
**
“Coming!” He shouted as he runs across the apartment, the doorbell clearly being abused by whoever it is at the other side of the door.
“Ye-“ Yoochun stops as he finds himself facing a gorgeous man. No, that was an understatement he thinks. The man’s jet black, sleek hair contrasting his pale skin, and a pair of onyx eyes gazing at him. Ethereal.
“Park Yoochun?” He hears the man says, and knows that it isn’t really a question, but he nods anyway.
“You killed my brother,” the stranger continues, just before Yoochun’s vision darkens.
**
He wakes up to a chorus of hymn around him, sounding so close to his ears. Too close. It brings fear to his heart as he realizes he is being surrounded by dark figures; their hands are everywhere on his body as they continue to hum together; the melody begins to scare him as he struggles to free himself from the figures’ grasps. He sees flashes of that man again, the one that appears so often in his dreams. The man is still struggling, grasping for air as he drowns in the tank.
‘Yoochun, don’t you hear me?’
‘I hold my breath and wait for you’
‘Don’t leave, come and rescue me’
‘Please..’
Yoochun is confused and scared, and he screams as he tries to flee. He pushes through the dark figures and to his surprise they instantly fly down to the floor, as if there is a great power within Yoochun that helps him. He doesn’t have time to think as he runs for his life when he sees more figures approaching him, and the unknown hymn continue to ring in his ears.
‘I’m afraid, Yoochun.’
‘My time is up..’
‘I love you..’
He is thrown to the ground as he feels a kick across his stomach, followed by a series of hit on his face and body as he curls to protect himself. Tears of fear start to roll down his cheeks but then he sees it happens again, those figures are raised into the air before they hit the ground, as if there is something protecting Yoochun and wants him to keep moving.
He runs again; passing dark hallways lit up by blazing fire around him as he tries to find his way. He sees bloody, naked figures around him calling for help as he dodges the dark army that tries to block him. He shivers as he keeps running. Yoochun has no idea where he is going, but the hypnotizing hymn fading away as the man’s voice become clearer, as if telling Yoochun that he is getting closer.
Yoochun pushes through a heavy wooden door and then he sees him.
No, there are five tanks in the room, he sees. All five of them were holding captive of the same man. Yoochun’s tired, confused eyes alternate between the tanks as he tries to think. What is this?
A deep voice draws his attention to the middle of the room as he sees a man sitting on a chair, looking at him. Yoochun shivers as he sees a shimmering gray eye piercing through his soul.
The man speaks in a language that Yoochun doesn’t understand, something that sounds eerie and spooky. He doesn’t know why but he couldn’t bring himself to look away from the man as uncanny syllables continue to fill the room. He can still see the struggling bodies in the tanks through his peripheral vision, and suddenly he feels very, very angry.
He feels hatred consumes his entire body; he feels his soul being ripped apart with so much grudge, abhorrence and hostility to the man in front of him.
‘Yoochun, save me..’
The man suddenly stands up; his eyes never leaving Yoochun’s. He sees the man lifts his right hand and Yoochun feels his own lifts too, and a long, silver arrow instantly flies into his grasp. He clutches it tightly as he flies towards the man and finally buries the weapon deep in the man’s heart.
He runs towards the tanks as he sees the naked man struggling even more so suddenly. He tries to break the glasses to save him, but once the glass is broken, the man disappears. Yoochun couldn’t think anymore as he frantically runs to the next tank and breaks the glass. Frustration, fear and sadness clutch his heart tightly as the same thing happens over and over again until he reaches the last tank.
He smashes the glass with all his might, and let out a sigh of relief as water washes his body and he finally, finally holds the smaller man in his arms.
And suddenly, it all comes back to him as his eyes widen in pure shock.
“Junsu!!”
He cries as he shakes the weak body, tears flowing from his eyes.
“Junsu!! Wake up...” Yoochun pleads as he chokes with his own tears.
“Yoochun, I’m sorry..I-“ Junsu tries to speak as he struggles.
“..love..you..”
A violent wave of agony and sorrow tear his soul as he watches Junsu’s face, cradling his lover’s lifeless body in his embrace. Yoochun screams; his sorrowful cries echoing loudly in the room.
He lowers his face to let his lips meet Junsu’s cold ones for the last time, and as he looks up again, a pale gray eye shimmers in the place of his own.
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: Oneshot (1976 words)
Genre: Supernatural (vampire), angst, drama, romance?
Rating: R-ish
Warning: Unbetaed. Character death. Mentions of blood, gore..
A/N: Based on Brown Eyed Girl’s Sign MV, and a twisted imagination of my own. Also, this is my first attempt on vampire fic..so pls excuse the fail >.< Feel free to ask anything that confuses you.
“XIAH!”
He hears his name being called in the darkness, and feels a sudden intense pain on his back.
“XIAH!”
He opens his eyes slowly; taking his surrounding into account. He recognizes the faces around him, his friends, his enemies, his elders. The Circle, he barely recalls in his mind. Xiah shudders as another wave of pain strikes him as a whip greets his back with full force. He is suddenly aware that he is kneeling, and he couldn’t move a muscle as he feels invisible ropes bounding his frame.
“Do you know why you are here?” the same voice asks him as he sees a figure stepping closer towards him. The Elder; as everybody calls him, is Xiah’s leader. He never knows the man real name, nor his age. But that doesn’t seem to matter now as he watches the pale, pale face inching closer to his own and cold fingers grasp his chin as the man bend down. He looks into a pair of eyes in front of him; one is darker than the darkest black while the other is a shimmering pale gray. As much as he tries to put up a brave façade, intense fear clutches his heart. He shudders.
“Y-yes,” he answers. He could feel his soul being tormented by those eyes; pain, fear, regrets, sadness, every unpleasant emotions being inflicted into himself as he is forced to look at The Elder.
“Very well. What is your decision then?” the man asks; his grasps on Xiah’s chin tightens.
The young vampire takes a very deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. No, he thinks. He knows right from the start that his love won’t have a happy ending. Falling for their own victims is the only and the most forbidden thing amongst the vampires, yet he finds himself falling deeply. There is no way he would bite Yoochun and turn the sweet guy into a vampire. There is no way he would give up Yoochun for this disgusting group of creatures that lives on blood, lusts, hatred. Not when Yoochun has thought him so much the beauty of truly living. With love. No way.
“Tsk. You’ve forgotten that I can clearly read your mind. Who are you calling disgusting?!” the man in front of him barks and Xiah could feel silver blood dripping along his jaw as sharp claw-like nails embed on his cheeks and strikes of pain repeatedly assault his bare back.
“You,” The Elder says silently, “are one of us as well,” he finishes as he lets go of Xiah’s face. “Or are you not? Your mission was to seduce the human in the deepest pits of lust and sin in exchange with his untainted soul. But yet here you are. Begging for my mercy to let him live. Are you willing to sacrifice yourself for this lowlife human?”
“Xiah,” another voice calls out, and he sees his brother’s face, Hero. “Please,” he simply says, eyes full of concern for his brother but fear prevents him from approaching the kneeling vampire.
Xiah looks at Hero in silent apology. He will never bite Yoochun; he would rather have his power stripped off of him than doing so. He knows that power equals to life for vampires, once it’s gone you will be tortured forever, for infinity. No difference between life or death after that. Still, his love for his human lover is too deep, too pure.
Any human bitten by a vampire would turn into one himself; binding into a never-ending hell of lust, blood and slavery under the wicked Elder. But Xiah already marked Yoochun when they made love; meaning only he himself could turn Yoochun, so it is impossible for even the most powerful vampire to turn him, since there are only two ways to turn a marked human into a vampire, with the other way being if the marked human kill on his own account, the action fueled by the most powerful feeling of hate and agony, which is another trait of vampires that the Elder prides of. He knows that if he refuses to turn Yoochun, The Elder will have no choice but to erase every memory of Xiah from Yoochun’s mind, but the human will get to live. It’s either his life, or Yoochun’s.
Another whip of pain has his head hunched down, as he tries to calm his heart. Yoochun. Yoochun. He tries to remember his lover’s smile, laughter, touches. Yoochun, his heart breathes.
He looks up once again, and grits his teeth as he answers. “No. I refuse.”
“Wrong move.”
He sees his brother’s crying face just seconds before everything goes black again.
**
It’s him again. A man. Yoochun couldn’t see the man’s face since it is covered by his hair as his naked form is struggling in a large tank of water. There are chains all around his whipped body, efficiently submerging him in the middle of the tank without any chance to resurface. Yoochun feels his heart aches. Somehow, he has the feelings that he knows this man. All too well. Yoochun feels suffocated as he watches the man struggles, as if he is the one being drowned in the tank. He tries to reach out, but it seems so far. Yet it is still so near that he could see everything so vividly.
'Yoochun-ah.'
'Help. Please.'
'I love you.'
Yoochun jolts up from his sleep, eyes wide open. His hand shoots up to wipe cold sweat on his forehead. A cold grip of fear clutches his heart. ‘Who are you?’
**
Yoochun wakes up groggily, dragging himself into the bathroom. He hasn’t had much sleep these days, that weird dream constantly flooding his sleep. Shaking his head, he reaches for his toothbrush but his movement halts as he sees another one next to his. He had a feeling that it has been there for so long but yet Yoochun couldn’t remember to whom it belong. He wonders why he feels like there is another presence besides him in the house; he always sleeps and wakes up on one side of the bed as if there is another person next to him, he finds himself making meals for two, pointing and talking about something in the TV and looking to his side to find no one. It’s been going on for almost a week and is driving him crazy, as if something big and important has been taken away from his life but he doesn’t know what.
**
“Coming!” He shouted as he runs across the apartment, the doorbell clearly being abused by whoever it is at the other side of the door.
“Ye-“ Yoochun stops as he finds himself facing a gorgeous man. No, that was an understatement he thinks. The man’s jet black, sleek hair contrasting his pale skin, and a pair of onyx eyes gazing at him. Ethereal.
“Park Yoochun?” He hears the man says, and knows that it isn’t really a question, but he nods anyway.
“You killed my brother,” the stranger continues, just before Yoochun’s vision darkens.
**
He wakes up to a chorus of hymn around him, sounding so close to his ears. Too close. It brings fear to his heart as he realizes he is being surrounded by dark figures; their hands are everywhere on his body as they continue to hum together; the melody begins to scare him as he struggles to free himself from the figures’ grasps. He sees flashes of that man again, the one that appears so often in his dreams. The man is still struggling, grasping for air as he drowns in the tank.
‘Yoochun, don’t you hear me?’
‘I hold my breath and wait for you’
‘Don’t leave, come and rescue me’
‘Please..’
Yoochun is confused and scared, and he screams as he tries to flee. He pushes through the dark figures and to his surprise they instantly fly down to the floor, as if there is a great power within Yoochun that helps him. He doesn’t have time to think as he runs for his life when he sees more figures approaching him, and the unknown hymn continue to ring in his ears.
‘I’m afraid, Yoochun.’
‘My time is up..’
‘I love you..’
He is thrown to the ground as he feels a kick across his stomach, followed by a series of hit on his face and body as he curls to protect himself. Tears of fear start to roll down his cheeks but then he sees it happens again, those figures are raised into the air before they hit the ground, as if there is something protecting Yoochun and wants him to keep moving.
He runs again; passing dark hallways lit up by blazing fire around him as he tries to find his way. He sees bloody, naked figures around him calling for help as he dodges the dark army that tries to block him. He shivers as he keeps running. Yoochun has no idea where he is going, but the hypnotizing hymn fading away as the man’s voice become clearer, as if telling Yoochun that he is getting closer.
Yoochun pushes through a heavy wooden door and then he sees him.
No, there are five tanks in the room, he sees. All five of them were holding captive of the same man. Yoochun’s tired, confused eyes alternate between the tanks as he tries to think. What is this?
A deep voice draws his attention to the middle of the room as he sees a man sitting on a chair, looking at him. Yoochun shivers as he sees a shimmering gray eye piercing through his soul.
The man speaks in a language that Yoochun doesn’t understand, something that sounds eerie and spooky. He doesn’t know why but he couldn’t bring himself to look away from the man as uncanny syllables continue to fill the room. He can still see the struggling bodies in the tanks through his peripheral vision, and suddenly he feels very, very angry.
He feels hatred consumes his entire body; he feels his soul being ripped apart with so much grudge, abhorrence and hostility to the man in front of him.
‘Yoochun, save me..’
The man suddenly stands up; his eyes never leaving Yoochun’s. He sees the man lifts his right hand and Yoochun feels his own lifts too, and a long, silver arrow instantly flies into his grasp. He clutches it tightly as he flies towards the man and finally buries the weapon deep in the man’s heart.
He runs towards the tanks as he sees the naked man struggling even more so suddenly. He tries to break the glasses to save him, but once the glass is broken, the man disappears. Yoochun couldn’t think anymore as he frantically runs to the next tank and breaks the glass. Frustration, fear and sadness clutch his heart tightly as the same thing happens over and over again until he reaches the last tank.
He smashes the glass with all his might, and let out a sigh of relief as water washes his body and he finally, finally holds the smaller man in his arms.
And suddenly, it all comes back to him as his eyes widen in pure shock.
“Junsu!!”
He cries as he shakes the weak body, tears flowing from his eyes.
“Junsu!! Wake up...” Yoochun pleads as he chokes with his own tears.
“Yoochun, I’m sorry..I-“ Junsu tries to speak as he struggles.
“..love..you..”
A violent wave of agony and sorrow tear his soul as he watches Junsu’s face, cradling his lover’s lifeless body in his embrace. Yoochun screams; his sorrowful cries echoing loudly in the room.
He lowers his face to let his lips meet Junsu’s cold ones for the last time, and as he looks up again, a pale gray eye shimmers in the place of his own.