खून: परी और इनसान का
Title: खून: परी और इनसान का[part 3][translate][Blood: Of a Fairy and a Human]
Genre: Supernatural
Length: 817 words
Pairings: Kyungsoo/Baekhyun, Luhan/Sehun[later chaps]
Status: Chaptered, Ongoing.
A/N: to everyone, i don't know where this is going, but i'll try my best :)
Also on AFF and AO3.
read previous chapters: one ❄️ two
2016 AD.
The wistful sadness of a Sunday morning's sleep lost, is something felt by everyone. Even vampires.
Kyungsoo had had a lot of stuff to do the past night, namely, working the night shift and overtime in the blood freeze-storage, because humans felt it extremely kind to donate blood every year(if only they knew that most of their donations went into a vamp's belly), and spotting graves with Darkwing. Sehun always told him that he was way too hardworking, and that his pastimes were old fashioned, even for those old sots at the Council.
On Saturday night, Kyungsoo hit the sack, or to be more precise, the worn satin lining of his willow coffin, a lot later than his usual time of 1 Ante Meridian. Around 3:30 Ante Meridian to be precise. Wasn't Darkwing fussy when they marked the final grave for the day. Spotting graves were a common hobby when he had first transformed, a vague memory filled with red vision, unimaginable violence and an irrational thirst for more and more blood. But that was three hundred and ninety-nine years ago. He had long gotten over those urges, and Spotting graves was not a famous hobby anymore. He remembers the flags, the chases, the teams, the reclaimed graves, the lost glory. It was a way of respecting the humans who gave them their lifeblood, letting the unknown, unmarked graves to be marked again, and they were given their last respects by a squad of vampires.
These memories gave him a short fitful sleep, and he was less than pleased to be woken rudely at around 9 in the morning by a doorbell. Damn you, Sehun. The overly humanized vampire had made Kyungsoo "modernize" his castle with doorbells, security systems, central heating and electric lighting. Damn him. Though useful, these contraptions just irritated him sometimes. He walked through the walls of his inner bedchamber(or coffinchamber?) and the hallways, and opened the door. He saw a brightly smiling old lady in a fading lilac frock in front of him.
She held out a hand. "Good morning, I'm Felicia. Felicia Stone. Your nearest neighbour from a mile away."
He took her hand in a firm handshake, despite his tardiness and lack of sleep."Oh. Hello, ma'am. Easthall Manor, right?" Of course I know you. I've seen you as a little kid, stumbling into my castle gounds. God, you were annoying.
"Ah, such a young man, living all alone I presume?" Her voice was inquisitive.
"Um, yes. For the time being." Suspicion welled up inside him.
"May I enter?" She asked.
"Yes, he held open the door and gestured towards an armchair.
She looked around the room in wonder. "The castle is very intimidating from the outside....but i rather like the interior, so homely."
Thank you, Sehun, thank you so much. If not for him this castle would look like a dingy monster's lair. Which is actually the truth....He chuckled to himself.
"Here you go, young man. I have to get going. I sure had an interesting morning walk" She pulled out a small jar of cookies from her weird tote bag made of...jute?
"Thank you, ma'am." Wow. The kid who scraped her knee in his grounds, and had come to him crying was now a well-settled old lady, handing him cookies like he was the real kid here. Humans do change rather drastically.
§
After two weeks.
Kyungsoo, fortunately, had an early morning shift from 3 AM to 8 AM, alone, on Tuesday. He was thankful for the almost holiday and sunk into the satin coffin the moment he walked in. Materializing helped him do that. He took hardly five seconds to get from any point to anywhere within his castle, most of the time inside the cavernous castle. How did the puny humans even manage?
And then he heard the goddamn bell ring, yet again interfering in the close relationship he had with his coffin.
He saw the kid, er, old lady, at the door again. There was someone who had come with her. A rather short man was standing in the courtyard, with his back turned to Kyungsoo.
"Why, hello, young man!" She said heartily, obviously something was up her sleeve.
"Good morning, ma'am." He replied. curtly. He was rather annoyed that he was having to deal with more than two guest visits in month. He'd had none in so many years, what's with the new approach?
"Well, you see, I saw this young man's ad a few days ago, and I wondered if you'd take a roommate. You're rather lonely, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm doing perfectly fine. I don't need a roommate."
"He'll pay you rent!" The lady's voice was edging on desperation, and he would've given in if he didn't have to hide his non-human state of affairs.
The man turned. "Sir, I can pay rent. I'm not very nois-
"You! Baekhyun?!"
To be continued.
Genre: Supernatural
Length: 817 words
Pairings: Kyungsoo/Baekhyun, Luhan/Sehun[later chaps]
Status: Chaptered, Ongoing.
A/N: to everyone, i don't know where this is going, but i'll try my best :)
Also on AFF and AO3.
read previous chapters: one ❄️ two
2016 AD.
The wistful sadness of a Sunday morning's sleep lost, is something felt by everyone. Even vampires.
Kyungsoo had had a lot of stuff to do the past night, namely, working the night shift and overtime in the blood freeze-storage, because humans felt it extremely kind to donate blood every year(if only they knew that most of their donations went into a vamp's belly), and spotting graves with Darkwing. Sehun always told him that he was way too hardworking, and that his pastimes were old fashioned, even for those old sots at the Council.
On Saturday night, Kyungsoo hit the sack, or to be more precise, the worn satin lining of his willow coffin, a lot later than his usual time of 1 Ante Meridian. Around 3:30 Ante Meridian to be precise. Wasn't Darkwing fussy when they marked the final grave for the day. Spotting graves were a common hobby when he had first transformed, a vague memory filled with red vision, unimaginable violence and an irrational thirst for more and more blood. But that was three hundred and ninety-nine years ago. He had long gotten over those urges, and Spotting graves was not a famous hobby anymore. He remembers the flags, the chases, the teams, the reclaimed graves, the lost glory. It was a way of respecting the humans who gave them their lifeblood, letting the unknown, unmarked graves to be marked again, and they were given their last respects by a squad of vampires.
These memories gave him a short fitful sleep, and he was less than pleased to be woken rudely at around 9 in the morning by a doorbell. Damn you, Sehun. The overly humanized vampire had made Kyungsoo "modernize" his castle with doorbells, security systems, central heating and electric lighting. Damn him. Though useful, these contraptions just irritated him sometimes. He walked through the walls of his inner bedchamber(or coffinchamber?) and the hallways, and opened the door. He saw a brightly smiling old lady in a fading lilac frock in front of him.
She held out a hand. "Good morning, I'm Felicia. Felicia Stone. Your nearest neighbour from a mile away."
He took her hand in a firm handshake, despite his tardiness and lack of sleep."Oh. Hello, ma'am. Easthall Manor, right?" Of course I know you. I've seen you as a little kid, stumbling into my castle gounds. God, you were annoying.
"Ah, such a young man, living all alone I presume?" Her voice was inquisitive.
"Um, yes. For the time being." Suspicion welled up inside him.
"May I enter?" She asked.
"Yes, he held open the door and gestured towards an armchair.
She looked around the room in wonder. "The castle is very intimidating from the outside....but i rather like the interior, so homely."
Thank you, Sehun, thank you so much. If not for him this castle would look like a dingy monster's lair. Which is actually the truth....He chuckled to himself.
"Here you go, young man. I have to get going. I sure had an interesting morning walk" She pulled out a small jar of cookies from her weird tote bag made of...jute?
"Thank you, ma'am." Wow. The kid who scraped her knee in his grounds, and had come to him crying was now a well-settled old lady, handing him cookies like he was the real kid here. Humans do change rather drastically.
§
After two weeks.
Kyungsoo, fortunately, had an early morning shift from 3 AM to 8 AM, alone, on Tuesday. He was thankful for the almost holiday and sunk into the satin coffin the moment he walked in. Materializing helped him do that. He took hardly five seconds to get from any point to anywhere within his castle, most of the time inside the cavernous castle. How did the puny humans even manage?
And then he heard the goddamn bell ring, yet again interfering in the close relationship he had with his coffin.
He saw the kid, er, old lady, at the door again. There was someone who had come with her. A rather short man was standing in the courtyard, with his back turned to Kyungsoo.
"Why, hello, young man!" She said heartily, obviously something was up her sleeve.
"Good morning, ma'am." He replied. curtly. He was rather annoyed that he was having to deal with more than two guest visits in month. He'd had none in so many years, what's with the new approach?
"Well, you see, I saw this young man's ad a few days ago, and I wondered if you'd take a roommate. You're rather lonely, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm doing perfectly fine. I don't need a roommate."
"He'll pay you rent!" The lady's voice was edging on desperation, and he would've given in if he didn't have to hide his non-human state of affairs.
The man turned. "Sir, I can pay rent. I'm not very nois-
"You! Baekhyun?!"
To be continued.