#am not fast enough taking off my headphones so i have to ask the cashier to repeat her question

[ernest-shackleton]

I am going to commit a murder, lads ;)

[suituuup]

pieces - chapter three

Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca sees her again in the most unexpected place.

rated: E for drug use and sex scenes

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“Bec?” 

Beca hummed absentmindedly, blinking out of her daze and twisting her head in the direction of the voice. 

Sarah smiled gently as she leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen. She cocked an eyebrow, giving a pointed look towards the sink. “I think the pan is clean.” 

Beca glanced down, stilling her movements. She had been scrubbing that pan for probably ten minutes now, her thoughts completely consumed by Chloe and what she was supposed to do next. 

Chloe clearly didn’t want to see her, and Beca wasn’t going to wait by the phone when it was clear that Chloe was far from okay. She was thinner than Beca remembered, and the look in her eye, the lack of light in those once bright blues, chilled Beca to the bone. 

She looked… broken. As though her spirit had repeatedly been battered until all that was left were mere pieces of her old self. 

If there were any left at all.

Beca couldn’t stand the thought of not doing anything, and she needed to come up with a plan to help Chloe without driving her into a corner and risk losing her forever. 

“What’s going on?” Sarah questioned, pushing off the doorframe and padding over. She rested her hand between Beca’s shoulder blades, her eyebrows knitted together in concern. “You’ve seemed off today.” 

Beca released a sigh, setting the pan down into the sink and reaching for the dishtowel laying next to her on the counter to dry her hands. “I’m sorry, I’m just… worried about a friend.” 

Sarah nodded slowly. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

Sarah was unexpected, to say the least. Beca was a workaholic, and her career was too time-consuming for her to get into the whole dating thing. But Sarah, who happened to work as a barista in Beca’s favorite independent coffee shop, had somehow managed to convince Beca to go out with her. One dinner surprisingly turned into a second date, then a third, and it just like that, it had been almost a year since they officially got together. 

Sarah was gentle, patient, understanding, overflowing with positivity, but most of all, incredibly kind. She reminded Beca of Chloe, sometimes. And maybe it was those similar personality traits that drew Beca to her in the first place. 

They didn’t live together. Beca could feel that it was the next expected step on her girlfriend’s end, but she didn’t feel ready to commit, yet. She liked her own space, her solitude. So Sarah spent a few nights a week at Beca’s place, like tonight, and Beca was fine with that. 

“Not really,” she replied, casting Sarah an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, it’s just-- complicated right now.” 

“You need to stop apologizing,” Sarah murmured, her expression soft and loving. Beca let her shoulders sag, ready to apologize again. “I understand. But if you do change your mind and need to let something off your chest, I’m here.” 

Beca nodded. “Thanks.” 

“Are you coming to bed?” 

“Not yet, I wanna get some work done, first.” She leaned in to peck Sarah’s lips. “You go ahead, I’ll join you soon.” 

Walking across the living room and past the huge floor to ceiling windows looking over Central Park, Beca made her way to her home office, her happy place. She had bought the Manhattan condo two years ago, making it a requirement during her house-hunt to have a large room with plenty of light and enough space to store all her records and her music equipment. It was also where she kept her Grammys and other prizes, away from the attention as nobody really stepped into her office.

She usually popped a blues album on the record player, enjoying the soothing instrumentals while she replied to various emails, but not tonight. Tonight, she grabbed a yellow legal notepad and her headphones from her desk and curled up on the leather couch tucked in the far corner, then scrolled to her Spotify playlists until she found the one she was looking for. 

she is magic

Beca couldn’t remember the last time she had listened to her Chloe playlist, one she had made back in Barden when she was hopelessly in love with her best friend. They were songs that reminded her of Chloe, or songs that Chloe liked. Or used to like, at least. 

As lyrics she knew so well poured into her headphones, blocking out the rest of the world, different ones flowed out of Beca’s heart, materializing on the paper in front of her in black ink as she scribbled across the page. Lyrics about friendship, unrequited love, and regrets for listening to her brain and not her heart all these years ago. 

It was pushing on two am by the time Beca called it a night. Her eyes burned, her mind felt mushy, but her soul felt a tiny bit lighter. Music had always been her therapy, and writing songs had always proved more efficient than paying a licensed professional, even though it had been years since Beca had last finished one, for lack of inspiration. 

Or rather, because of the absence of her muse. 

*

She woke up five hours later to a stiff neck and sore back, the bright sunlight pouring in from the windows lining one of her office walls drawing her from her sleep. She had meant to go to bed, before deciding to close her eyes for five minutes right on the couch. 

Straightening with a groan, she grabbed her phone and turned it over, hoping to see a text from an unknown number on her screen. 

Aubrey Posen [6:23am]

Any news? 

Aubrey Posen [6:37am]

Should I come to New York? 

Aubrey practiced family law up in Boston. She and Beca saw each other a few times a year, whenever Aubrey was in the city. Bella reunions were a bit more scarce now, with the girls being scattered all around the country. Their last one dated back to a year and a half ago, on the Fourth of July. 

Beca ran a hand over her face and heaved out a sigh, swiping her thumb across the screen to unlock it. 

Beca [7:16am]

No news yet. I think I’m gonna wait a few days before I head back to the club, if she doesn’t call in the meantime that is. The manager gave me serious sleazy vibes and I’m sure he could blacklist me if I’m too insistent. I don’t think there’s any need for you to come down for now. I’ll keep you posted. 

Hitting send, Beca pushed to her feet and shuffled out of her office, hanging a left down the hall towards the kitchen. A note next to her coffee thermos sat on the island. 

Missed you last night, but I hope you got whatever you needed done. I had to leave for my shift, you’re welcome to swing by for your second coffee of the day and your morning kiss ;) have a good day!

Sarah xx

Guilt swooped in over picking old feelings about an ex-almost over her girlfriend, and Beca let her head hang forward, releasing a grown. She was far from an expert at this relationship thing, but she cared about Sarah a lot and didn’t want to mess that up. 

Beca shook off the sleepiness lingering in her bones and the stiffness in her muscles with a long, hot shower, then got ready for her day. She usually got to the office at 8 sharp, but it was already 7:54 by the time she was out the door, and her commute lasted about twenty minutes, so she wouldn’t get the chance to stop by Sarah’s workplace. 

To: Sarah 

I’m sorry, I got caught up in work last night and ended up falling asleep on the couch around 2. Come over tonight? I’ll cook dinner. Have a good shift.

Her morning was spent in the studio canning vocals for girl in red’s new album, a project Beca was stocked about as she was BMLJ’s most promising artist for this year’s Grammy Awards. 

“That was awesome, Marie,” Beca spoke into the microphone, giving her a thumbs-up through the glass. “Let’s take a lunch break and resume in an hour?” 

“Sounds good,” the younger woman agreed with a smile as she took off her headphones. 

Beca headed back to her office down the hall and checked her phone for any new messages (finding none important), before shrugging on her thick winter coat and screwing her beanie over her head. 

“I’ll be back in an hour, Gina!” She told her assistant on route to the elevator. 

As Sarah’s workplace was just five blocks south from the label, Beca figured she would eat lunch there as she wasn’t able to stop by that morning. She stopped in the convenience store across the street from the coffee shop to buy Sarah her favorite magazine as she knew her break was coming up soon and she’d have something to read. 

Beca was scanning the press stand for that specific magazine, not paying attention to the person walking into the store until they spoke. 

“A pack of Marlboro, please.” 

Beca would recognize that voice anywhere. Her head snapped up so fast she felt something in her neck pull, and she was rounding the stand before she even registered giving her feet the order to move. “Chloe?” 

Chloe glanced over to her right and froze for a second, before fishing for a twenty in her jacket pocket and handing it to the cashier. “Are you following me or something?” 

Given their last encounter, Beca wasn’t surprised by Chloe’s snark, so she gave as good as she got. “You came in after I did, so maybe I should ask you that question.” 

Chloe stuffed the cigarette pack and the change into her pocket. “What do you want, Beca?” 

“To talk,” she replied, softly. “One coffee, that’s it. And if you decide you really don’t want me in your life, then I won’t bother you again. I promise.” 

Chloe seemed to ponder on that for a few beats. “One coffee.” 

“There’s a shop right across the street.” 

Taking her to the place her girlfriend worked at? Probably not the brightest idea, but she was afraid Chloe might go back on her decision if they spent too long finding someplace else. 

When Chloe nodded, Beca took the lead and stepped outside, forgetting all about that magazine as she racked her brain about what she should say. Tactfulness wasn’t her greatest suit; Aubrey would be so much better at this. 

They stepped inside Devocion and Beca picked a table in the corner, shrugging off her coat and draping it over the back of her chair. Chloe kept her jacket and beanie on, a bit hunched on herself as she sat down in the chair opposite Beca’s. 

“Beca?” 

Beca glanced towards Sarah as she approached, wearing a waist apron with the café logo on it. Her dark blonde hair was woven back in a French braid, a few strands escaping, and curiosity swirled in her green eyes as they flickered to Chloe. 

Okay, in hindsight, bringing Chloe here was a terrible idea. 

“Hey, um, Sarah, this is Chloe, a friend from college.” She cleared her throat. “Chloe, this is my girlfriend, Sarah.” 

“Nice to meet you,” Sarah replied brightly, her smile fading a little when all Chloe offered was a distant nod. Sarah met Beca’s gaze briefly, clearing her throat. “What can I get you guys?” 

“My usual. You want anything to eat, Chlo?” 

The nickname rolled off her tongue so naturally, Beca didn’t even catch it. 

Chloe shook her head. “Just a black coffee.” 

“Coming right up.” 

“Thanks,” Beca said as Sarah spun around on her heels, her focus shifting to Chloe. “So um, I wanted to apologize for the other day and putting you on the spot at the club. I just… wasn’t sure how else to talk to you.” 

“I can give you some of the money back if you need it.” 

Beca furrowed her brow, not having expected that. “No, no. I… it’s fine. I don’t care about money.” 

Something flashed in Chloe’s eyes at that, something Beca couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

Sarah came back with two coffees before she could analyze it further, setting the mugs down on the table. “Your club sandwich will be here in a few, babe.” 

Beca nodded, casting her a small, appreciative smile. 

Chloe straightened a bit in her seat, cradling the mug with both hands. “I’m not sure what you expect me to say or do, Beca.” 

Beca licked her lips. “I was hoping we could… hang out from time to time. I’ve missed you, Chlo. So has Aubrey.” 

The mention of Aubrey made Chloe lookup. “Does she live in New York, too?” 

“Um no, in Boston. She’s a lawyer. But she’d come down to have coffee, or lunch, or whatever you feel like doing. In a heartbeat.” 

Chloe shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

What little hope flared in the pit of Beca’s belly upon Chloe showing interest in Aubrey’s life vanished. “Why not?” 

“I told you. I’m not the same person anymore. I’m-- I’m not…” 

Beca tilted her head to the side. “You’re not what?” She pressed gently. 

Chloe’s gaze fleeted out the window as her rather calm demeanor now radiated agitation. Her knee started bouncing and her fingers tightened around the mug, and it was as though Chloe was battling against her own thoughts. 

She was itching to reach across the table to rest her hand over her wrist in a sort of grounding gesture, but something told her that would have the opposite effect. 

“Chloe?” Beca attempted once more, her voice as soft as she could muster, as it seemed like Chloe was on the brink of bolting. 

The tear slipping out of Chloe’s eye tore her heart into two. “I-I have to go.” 

Her chair screeched as she pushed it back roughly, and she was nearly out the door by the time Beca scrambled to her feet. 

It was lunch-hour rush in one of the busiest avenues in Manhattan, and Chloe had already disappeared in the crowd when she reached the exit, leaving Beca to helplessly wonder how someone like Chloe, once the epitome of sunshine, got herself trapped in so much darkness.

[justlightlysedated]

another one of those aus where alex has been an alien the whole time:

"Okay," Michael says as soon as Alex parks the truck in front of the pharmacy. "You'll need to get several bottles of nail polish remover along with the bandages for my hand, okay?"

Alex blinks at him, "Why nail polish remover?"

"Acetone. It'll help with the pain," Michael says, and then hisses in pain, hunching over in his seat.

Alex doesn't understand, but that seems to be the theme of the night. He'll just have to trust that Michael knows what he's talking about.

“Okay,” Alex says nodding his head and getting out of the truck. He looks back at Michael through the window, and he’s leaning down with his head pressed to the dashboard, breathing heavily.

Alex nods his head to himself and walks fast into the pharmacy.

Alex gets gauze and splints and a sling and bottles of hydrogen peroxide along with several bottles of acetone. His head is still killing him, so he also gets a bottle of store brand pain relievers.

He pays for everything in cash, thankful that the cashier is around his age and looks to be really high and not really paying attention to the things Alex is buying.

Alex walks quickly out of the pharmacy and into the truck. Michael is still leaning against the dashboard. 

He only moves when Alex slides the bags towards the center of the bench seat before he gets in and closes the door behind himself.

He turns to Michael and watches in complete shock as Michael uncaps a bottle of acetone and downs the whole thing before Alex can tell him not to.

“Guerin!” Alex says and takes the mostly empty bottle from his mouth. 

Michael blinks rapidly, gasping, and licking his lips as he looks at Alex.

Alex waits a beat, and Michael exhales roughly. “We’re aliens,” he says, and Alex just stares at him. “Acetone works kind of like morphine.”

Alex just keeps staring at him. Michael licks his lips again. “It will help with that headache you probably still have.”

Alex looks at the bottle he has in his hand, there is barely a mouthful left. If Michael is wrong about this, then that little bit shouldn't be enough to kill him.

"You paint your nails," Michael says, and he reaches for another bottle. "Haven't you ever thought that nail polish remover smells good enough to drink?"

Alex has, if he's being honest, but everyone has thoughts like that about things they shouldn't be putting into their mouths.

Michael just uncaps the other bottle and Alex stares as he downs the whole thing, and then leans forward again gasping, but it sounds less like pain and more like pleasure.

Alex looks back at the bottle in his hand, and he feels a sharp spike at the back of his head.

He's seen his hands glowing red, and he's sure that you only make up things about a traumatic event after the fact, when you're trying to understand what's happening to you logically.

Michael hasn't keeled over dead yet, so he inhales deeply, and drinks the rest of the acetone in the bottle.

Alex expects it to be nasty and make him gag or throw up from the times he's accidentally put his fingers in his mouth after taking his polish off. But it's almost tasteless, bitter and just a little bit fruity.

It goes down cool, and Alex can feel it right in the back of his throat and in his nose.

The pain in his head dulls to nothingness, and Alex looks at Michael with wide eyes.

Michael is holding a new bottle of acetone in his hand, looking at Alex. 

"Aliens?" Alex asks feeling like maybe this is all a dream he's having.

Michael opens his mouth to answer, and then he bends forward, gasping in pain again, holding a hand up to his head. 

Alex reaches for him startled and then gasps, as he feels a pressure in his head and a sharp high pitched ringing, and then a quick flash of someone with blonde hair on the ground.

Isobel, the name flashes through his head, and then he's back in the car, and Michael is gasping as he leans his head on the dashboard again. 

"Isobel, trouble," he says, and Alex just nods his head, turning in the seat to start the truck back up.

He knows exactly where he needs to go. He's not sure how he knows, but he thinks it has more to do with Michael than Isobel.

"The Mines," Michael gasps, reaching towards Alex as though he intends to drive himself. "We have-"

"I know," Alex says, cutting him off as he puts the truck in drive. "I'm going to get us there, but you need to splint your fingers before they start to heal wrong."

"Max can heal them," Michael says, and Alex darts a look at him out of the corner of his eye as he pulls out of the parking lot and into the main road, pushing the truck past the speed limit immediately.

"Well," Alex says, fingers tightening against the steering wheel. "That's all well and good, but what if he can't?"

Michael expels a breath, "It wouldn't be the first time he healed a broken bone of mine."

Alex's fingers go even tighter on the wheel.

"Guerin," Alex says, and his voice sounds brittle, like it might break at any second, and the last thing he needs right now is to break. "Just, please at least wrap gauze tight enough so that it's immobilized."

Michael doesn't say anything, but Alex hears it when he starts looking through the plastic bags for the rest of the things that Alex bought.

He sighs in relief and pushes down harder on the gas, hearing the truck protesting lightly, but Michael doesn’t say anything to stop him. He just hisses and gasps in pain, and Alex keeps his eyes on the road so that he doesn’t get distracted. He feels a slight tingling in his own left hand, and he tightens his fingers around the steering wheel.

Alex opens his mouth to see if he can get Michael to give him more clarification on the whole, alien thing, but Michael cuts him off.

“After we figure out what’s going on with Isobel,” he says. “I’ll tell you everything that I know.”

Alex can’t help but look at him to see that he’s carefully wrapping his hand in the gauze, gaze intent on his hand, brow furrowed.

Alex swallows hard and looks back at the road.

They drive in silence for a few long minutes the only sounds coming from Michael downing another bottle of acetone after he finishes with his head, until Michael tells him to turn, and he startles a little but starts driving the truck off the trail until they spot a car in the darkness. 

Alex blinks at it a few times as he twists the key in the ignition but leaves the lights on. “Isn’t that Rosa’s car?” he asks in a low voice. 

Michael doesn’t answer as he stumbles out of the truck, and leaving the door open as he runs towards something only he can see.

Alex turns the lights off and follows after him, and stops short when he sees two bodies lying on the ground one with long blonde hair, the same person that had made him think Isobel earlier. But that wasn’t Isobel, it was Kate Long and the person beside her was Jasmine Frederick.

They were both unmoving, not breathing, and Alex stares for a long second before he hears Michael’s voice, “Isobel!”

He hears running, and then a grunt and a pained hiss that sounds familiar, and he runs towards where he saw Michael go, and finds him getting up from the floor. 

“What happened?” Alex asks as he helps him to his feet. 

Michael shakes him off without a word and runs to the entrance of a cave.

Alex follows after him, and runs straight into him where he’s frozen right at the opening of a cavern. Alex looks over his shoulder to see that Isobel is holding on to Rosa, whispering something in her ear, and he sees the way that her hand starts glowing red, and he doesn’t think about it, he just reacts.

He pushes past Michael and 

--Rosa and Isobel are unconscious, Michael asks what did you do? Max walks in and reacts, Michael stands between Alex and Max and starts to explain what he saw.

--They talk about the dead girls outside, Alex tells them that he's seen Isobel leave the school to hang out with Rosa plenty of times and he knows that she used to deal with the two dead girls and that they got mad because Rosa wouldn't get them drugs and Rosa had thought they were friends. "People think that just because I'm wearing headphones I'm not paying attention, but I am."

--Michael says they need help, adult help, Max says that they can't, if Isobel killed them, they can't just turn her in, Michael opens his mouth to say something and Alex cuts them off, saying they can't tell anyone or trust anyone in this town. "If the cops come here, they're going to see two white girls dead, the sweet Evans kids, the Master Sergeant's son, and a homeless teenager who doesn't have anyone to fight for him, and they're going to make it out like he was the one that did it, and is that what you want, for Michael to take the blame?"

[sunnyborabora]

The sound of your beating heart (Sehun x Reader)

As a wave of atrocious murder strike the city you live in, your life is slowly falling apart with the feeling of fear that is taking over every citizen. Happily for you, you can count on your boyfriend Sehun, loyal and ready to protect you. Little did you know, the danger is sometimes closer than what you may think.

Warning: Vampire!Sehun x human! reader; smut, blood drinking, serial killer Au, stalking, violence, assault, angst angst and angst again....

Do I even have any rights after all those months? At least my exams went okay, wish me luck for my finals! This is an old request but here is the Sehun part! This is hella long, please stop me of making complicated angsty plot lgbljabjbjj I hope that the anon who requested it will be happy and that I made up for the long wait. The update should arrived gradually now! Thanks for your support it means so much to me ! 

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« Y/n, you should go back to your apartment now, before it's too dark. » Your boss told you handing you a little bag with what was not sold during the day. Working in bakery had those type of advantages, you thought taking the bag thanking him. You said goodbye to your colleagues before exiting the shop. It was cold outside as expected of a November month. The bakery was pretty successful in this season, people already were ordering pastry for December's festivities. You were happy to have a lot of work, it was keeping your mind busy not thinking about other things. Times had been difficult lately. Not for you personally but for the city you were living in general. In this normally happy season that should be winter holidays, a gloomy atmosphere had settled down on the entire city. It's been a month or so since the beginning of the murders. The first victim was a homeless woman that was usually seen around the train station. They found her body two days later her «disappearance». No one had actually noticed that she had disappeared which the more you were thinking about the more you were sad about. It had happened to you to talk to her some times. You had started to distribute food and blanket for homeless people last winter and it had open your eyes and mad you aware of them. Nobody really took this murder seriously, the media and the police were avoiding the subject and soon the case was closed. Until the next murder. Another woman was found. She was a single mother of four children who was working in a gas station during the night. The police could not hide anything anymore and soon the media took the news very seriously. There was a serial killer out there killing women during the night leaving their body empty from any blood. From what you knew there has been ten victims in one month. Women of all ages, ethnicity, size. There was no link between any of the victim except they were all women who sadly find themselves at the wrong place at the wrong moment. The bodies were always found near the place of the assault, the victim were never disappearing more than some hours until someone found the body, which did not usually took long because the murderer was doing absolutely nothing to hide them. A new body every two or three days. You weren't really scared of it at first, thinking that police would catch him soon, that he would get what he deserved. But it did not happen. And almost a month later he was still creeping around the city. You had avoided going out at night but it was unavoidable with your work. As it was the case tonight. The winter being here, night was falling way faster that some month ago, and as it was progressing everyone was feeling less and less secure. You were walking as fast as you could, clutching your bag full of sandwiches and croissant. You weren't wearing your headphones because you wanted to be able to hear if someone was trying to sneak behind you. At first, you would just walk in places where there was a lot of people, crowded area being safer. But soon the streets started emptied themselves, letting just a few isolated people roaming the streets at night. And you were now walking all alone in the main street of your city, still fifteen minutes ago from your apartment. You were becoming more and more paranoiac the more you were walking. The silence surrounding you was messing with your mind, and you started hearing footsteps behind you. Your heart started beating fast into your chest, blood leaving your face as the silence become heavier and heavier with every step you were taking. The moment a hand touched your shoulder you jerked off, a terrified squeak leaving your mouth as you tried to escape. « Fuck, Y/n you scared the shit out off me why did you screamed! -You're the one who scared me ! I almost died ! Fuck Sehun, never do that again ! » You were almost crying at this point. But it was only Sehun. « Your boss just told me you left alone. I was hoping to catch up on you before you arrived to your apartment. » He smirked at you, raising his shoulders. That cocky bastard almost scared you to death. You could He offered his arms for you to take, and you do so, needing someone to help you walk, your legs still shaking a bit. « Did I really scared you that much ? » He said mockingly. You laid your head on his shoulder, nodding vigorously. « You idiot, sneaking around innocent people in the middle of the night. » You punched his arm with more rage you intended too. « Ouch ! I am sorry okay ! But I only had good intentions at first I swear ! I didn't wanted to go home alone ! » Sehun was working into a 24/7 shop just in front of the bakery you were working in. You met him three years ago when you started working at the shop as a student job. You had the biggest crush on him for the exact moment you met him. He was the sassy cashier who messed up your order the first time you came at three am to look for food when you were still studying in university. Even if you had the impression you were boring him to death you kept coming back. In fact Sehun was just shy around new people. Once he was used to being near you, he was actually a very sociable person. Now you were dating, if you could call this dating. There was something between you and Sehun, for sure there was, but lately things had been strange. Sehun was acting strange. As this thought crossed your head, you felt him tensed in your arm. « Are you okay ? » You asked trying to look at his face. He was looking behind you. « Yeah this is nothing, I thought I heard something but no. Must have been a cat or something... » You nodded simply. You kept both silence for the remaining walk. You arrived sooner than your liking at your apartment. You had to tear apart from him. « You can't stay right ? » He laughed quietly, interwining your fingers with his. « I already should be back. But hey, I'll be there tomorrow okay ? » You pouted. You wanted your boyfriend to stay with you. You didn't understand why he chose those stupid schedule. « You sure you can't stay. » You placed your hand on his chest, your fingers tracing patterns on the material of his shirt. He smiled before lining toward you. His lips touched yours again and fuck he wasn't ready. Every time you touched him, kiss him he would find himself starving. Starving for you, your skin, your sent, your blood. « How are you even doing this ? » He asked breathing against your mouth. You were happy that you had found a way to make him stay. It's been some times that you had not been with him like this. Just the both of you and fuck you wanted him so bad. You could not resist your boyfriend kissing you as you held him by his neck, deepening the kiss more. His tongue was so aggressive in your mouth, and he was biting your lips, his teeth feeling sharper than usual but you were too far gone to notice anything. « Fuck, Sehun…" You moaned in his mouth as you felt his warm fingers against your throat. He knew your body so well, what you wanted. And you wanted him to go hard on you. You wanted to feel owned by him. Only him. « You know I can't resist you baby. I can't resist you and your sinful body, making me hard just by looking at me. » He said as he pulled away from the kiss. Your clothes were gone faster than you could think about. You couldn't care less when Sehun was kissing you. His mouth was doing things to your body, stimulating spots that you didn't know could be pleasurable. But fuck, him biting at your neck, sucking hard so it will leave marks. He was so entranced by it, you just thought it was some fetish of him not knowing that it was a true torture for him. He loved you, so fucking much. But you were just a walking torture device. He just wanted to dig his fangs into you sucking your blood until he was satiated while he was fucking your cunt making you full. He could obviously not do that. He didn't want to hurt you, he wasn't sure that if he started drinking from you he would be able to stop. Your only sent and taste was enough to make him lost it. “Please, Sehun, don’t stop” You whispered desperately. You were so good for him. You were always so good, taking him so well. But you knew how to get him going. « Please, Sehun, more. -What do you want ? Tell me Y/n. » You moaned loudly when he bit hard on one of your nipple. « Eat me » You cried out, desperate for more. He groaned loudly, thinking you were doing it on purpose. He was going to eat you out so good, because nothing would never compare to your taste. He lifted your legs to place them on his shoulders and spreads your legs to leans down, tongue flicking out, making a quick swipe up your folds. Nothing would never compare to that, to what Sehun was doing to you. He was sucking on your clit, his thumbs parting your fields to let him access to your core. He was eating you like a starved man, juice smeared on his chins and your thighs, making sinful noises that were just turning you on more. « Sehun ! Fuck ! » Your pleasure was building up fast, your limbs starting to shake as your orgasm approached. His mouth was so sharp, his teeth were way more present than usually but it wasn't painful. It felt good, weird for sure, but so good. He licked your juice as he slid two long fingers inside you. You cried out in pleasure as you get closer and closer. « Sehun, yes, oh my god » You panted heavily as you're cumming on his tongue. He grunted against your folds, keeping licking you, collecting your essence on his tongue. It was the moment were your sent was the strongest. « I’m about to fuck you so hard baby » he said, looking at you. He looked wild, platinum blond messy from your hands grabbing it. Eyes so dark, predatory. « I need to be inside you, right now. -Yes, right now » you answered grabbing his shirt lifting it off. Sehun was the most beautiful human you had ever seen. His defined features, his soft even skin. Hi body sculpted like a Greek statue. You could not help but stares, never really ready for this. He kissed you again, still as intense as before. You didn't have the time to noticed that he had taken off his pants, pushing your body into the mattress. He slid himself entirely into you and your back ached out of pleasure. He was long and thick, hitting spots inside you that made you scream. « You always feel so good. So tight » He said as he pulled himself out. You could not talk, words mixing in your brain without any meaning. He slid himself into you again, his hips rolling with ease against your pelvis. His left hand was holding your waist, making your move in sync with his own movement. Sehun was feeling heavenly. You, wrap around him, so wet, so tight. Belonging in this instant completely his. But it was so much, too much, and right now as his fangs were starting to sting his gums. He needed to put distance between your throat and his mouth. He flipped you around, making you ride him. You seemed surprised at the sudden change of position, but the new angle made him hit your cervix, blurring your vision. You may have been far away from his mouth, the vision of you riding his dick, your back arched from pleasure. You lifted yourself to ride his length, trying to pick up a rhythm to meet his own trust. You moaned with every thrust as you held your hands on his chest. His hands on your hips are soon guiding your movement. He was handling your body with ease, not seeming to force on his arms. It was allowing your thighs to rest a bit. Your hands were resting on his chest, your arms squeezing your boobs together as they were bouncing. Sehun was fascinated, he would not be able to look away. « Sehun, I-I m gonna- » You said as his length stretched you out more and more. « Are you, baby ? » He said breathlessly. You let out a faint scream as your orgasm was building up, not able yet to get your release. You kept bouncing up and down your boyfriend as you were almost about to come, overloading with pleasure. « Please, Sehun ! I love you so much » You cried in pleasure induced pain. Your body ached and your muscles contracted as you pleaded Sehun to cum. « Ok baby, cum Y/n- » Sehun moaned in ecstasy. He trusted a couple of time more, pressing on your clit with his thumbs before you cried out his name as you came. You clenched on his member making it impossible for him not to cum. He exploded into you with a loud groan, the feeling of his cum gushing inside you making you cry even more. He kept thrusting helping you and himself ride his high. You fell in his arm, and he is here to catch you. He slowly slid out of you, placing you in the bed next to him on the bed. You looked exhausted but satiated. He smiled, caressing your cheek softly. « You have to leave ? -Junmyeon is gonna kick my ass if I don't. I wish I could stay with you. I missed you, I missed that. » He softly kissed you, making sure that you were comfortable under the cover of your bed before quitting your side.He kissed your forehead in a sweet motions. Your apartment seemed suddenly empty. It was so dark and silence that it scared you at first. But remembering the sweet moment you just spend with your boyfriend. You finally fell asleep a smile on your face. Saying Sehun had freaked out was an understatement. He had not seen you left your work and when he arrived to pick you up and saw you weren't there, yeah, he might be fast, but he was still extra anxious. He was not that type of boyfriend. In fact, you were both pretty independent, but he would not let you getting in danger if he could avoid it. That might have been the reason why he stayed with you longer. He needed to be with you. Now that he was back at his job, he could concentrate on his work knowing you were safe. « So how was Y/n ?, asked Kyungsoo as he was putting boxes up a shelf trying to keep the shop tidy. « She was good. -Nothing happened. -No, nothing. -You didn't see anything ? A suspect maybe ? », Junmyeon said entering the room. He was dressed in all black ready to crawl in the shadow without being seen. « You're leaving ? -We are going to hunt, see if we can find the other vampire. He should kill someone tonight. It's our best chance to catch him. » Sehun nodded. « Do you want me to come with you ? I am fast I'll can help ? » It was true that Sehun was one of the fastest vampire in his family, even Jongin could not catch up with him. And he really wanted to go out there to hunt the monster who was trespassing their territory. « No, it's better if you stay here anyway. I take Chanyeol and Xiumin with me. For only one individual it'll be enough. » Sehun was disappointed. He really wanted to go hunt. It's been a while since he's known this. When he was younger, in the very beginning of his vampire life, hunting has been his favorite thing. Now he enjoyed just drinking from the blood bank, it was easier and faster, and he didn't have to kill anyone. That was really a plus. But since the renegade vampire arrived in the city, killing way too much for a normal thirst, the feeling of hunting had triggered him. « Are you even sure that he is alone ? -It correspond to the behavior of only one individual. -Sehun is right, it's still a lot of blood for only one vampire. We only need to drink blood every two weeks. He is already at 10 victims in a month, this is the most active serial killer I've ever seen. »Added Kyungsoo. That wasn't right. « Even if there are more of them, we'll be fine. Stay here until tomorrow. Jongdae will come in the morning to take your place. » They simply nodded, not wanting to uselessly argued with Junmyeon. He was stressed enough as it was. Being the leader of a nest as big as theirs was a continual source of stress. But since the rogue vampire had entered their territory Junmyeon was more than anxious. They have been living in the city for years now, they liked it here, Nobody wanted to leave. Certainly not Sehun. « Ok, well be careful. Gave us news if there are any. » Kyungsoo finished the conversation before returning to the reserve to organized the alley. Sehun took a last look at Junmyeon before this one disappeared through the back door. He returned to his usual spot as a cashier waiting for the next client to arrive. There was only a few clients, not too much as not a lot of people were going out at night lately. He still had some brave people who were out to buy pasta and diapers for emergency. If he was honest, Sehun find that job pretty boring. But he has lived many lives, and he was happy to live a happy and calm life for this life. He was organizing the chewing gum packets near his desk for the billion time when someone entered the shop. Sehun must have been really distracted because he didn't see the man approaching him. This is only when he smelled the scent of blood that Sehun left his head. « Nice human I must said. I wasn't expecting her to be mated to a vampire. I must said I was disappointed. » Junmyeon wasn't going to find anything tonight, Sehun was sure of this. « Yeah, well, next time you are trying to take what's not yours try to be more discreet. You are stinging of blood. » The stranger smiled, his long bloodied canines showing off. Sehun didn't do anything. He was not even really scared, he had lived too much to be scared anyway. « I just thought that it was the good moment to introduce myself. I was really not aware that there was a nest already in town. » It was a lie. Every vampire of the region was aware that their nest was here. « After a month, don't you think it's a bit late to introduce yourself ? If you had introduced yourself at the beginning you would have known that our first rule is to actually not getting noticed by mortals. You for sure didn't get the memo. » The other vampire was looking at a shelf on the side, turning his back at Sehun. « Really ? Well you must understand. Having all those pangtry around me. It can drive a man wild »

Sehun had long forgotten what it was to be in a frenzie for blood. He didn't really remember as his first month as a vampire where the thirst is the strongest were long gone. « Well, everyone learns to control themselves. » The other one turned around smirking. « And do you control yourself around your human ? For sure her smell is something else. I am dying to just take a little bite » Sehun had never been the calm one. Kyungsoo was, Xiumin was, hell even Chanyeol was sometimes calmer than him. He was expecting the vampire mentioning you, but hell he also was expecting that strong feeling of anger. Nobody was touching you, never. Not in general, he was not possessive of you and you were more of a free spirit, but when it was about other vampires, he would not let anything slide. « You won't take anything. The rules are the rules, she is mine and no other vampire has the right to touch her. And if you still try I'll kill you. », he had said in the calmest tone possible. It wasn't really a threat. Even if the rogue vampire agreed not to touch you, Sehun and his nest will kill him. He had kill too many humans for him to go away. « Possessive much ? -Not really. » The tension was now thick in the air. Sehun heard Kyungsoo moving upstairs. « Your friends are looking for me. This is useless. They won't find me. -Well they don't have to look for you anymore. » Sehun was never surprised. He was known for being Stoic to a lot of situations, even if in his daily life he wasn't like this, this was the image he was giving to the outside world. Being a three hundred years old vampire was of course helping the Stoic appearance. But he didn't see the vampire coming. He was fast, faster than even with his enhanced sens he didn't see him move. He was thrown to the ground, the hard floor cracking under his body. He heard Kyungsoo running down the stairs. « Sehun ! » Sehun got up from the floor ready to attack. When he pinned into the other vampire he suddenly understood that something was wrong. The other one flipped him over like he was nothing tossing him into the shelves. Kyungsoo jumped on him but he also got throw away. That wasn't normal. Vampire were strong for sure but not that strong. He could not just flip over two of the best fighter of the nest just like that. But here he was, trying to stab the other vampire with a piece of metallic shelf that broke when he fell on it as Kyungsoo was trying to maintain him still. A snarl came out of the mouth of the vampire when Sehun succeeded into plunging the metal piece into his chest. But it wasn't in the heart and soon in a furious movement he threw Kyungsoo across the room, « fondant » on Sehun, sinking his teeth into Sehun arm as this one was trying to repal him. It hurt, it was bad. The moment the fangs sink in, an intense burn spreaded through Sehun's arm like lava. It was like acid, his blood boiling into his veins, making his body arch. « SEHUN ! », Someone shouted, but he couldn't recognize the voice before he fainted. You had spent a restless night. You could not help but toss into your bed, not finding sleep even if you were so tired you were near the coma. You simply dressed up to go to work eager to get busy. You walked toward your work, not thinking about anything in particular. It was very cold today, your hands were freezing even with your gloves and you were starting to not feel your face. When you arrived in front of the bakery, the shop just in front of it was closed. Normally Jongdae and Minseok should be here, drinking coffee while waiting for their first client. But no, the shop was closed. You didn't ask yourself more, simply entering the bakery. « Honestly, I don't know what happened. Junmyeon wasn't there this morning. » You said hi to your boss as he was speaking with one of the other employees. « Hey Y/n, do you know what happened during the night ? Did Sehun told you something ? » You turned around, concerned. « No. What happened ? » Your boss simply told you that the entire neighborhood had heard crashing noises and glass breaking. Apparently it was a robbery. You were suddenly very anxious. If it was true why Sehun didn't call you ? Were they okay ? You decided to call Sehun to know, but obviously he did not pick up. It did not calm you at all. With everything that was happening lately, you were thinking about the worst. But if something bad had happened, Junmyeon or one of the boys would have told you ? Yeah you should not worry about this. You were still thinking about it all day, even if you were busy. You finished your day, agreeing that it was the longest day of your entire life. You could not stop watching your phone, looking outside to see the shop still closed no sign of any of the boys. You decided to go at Junmyeon place after work, thinking that if there was a problem, Sehun would probably not be in his apartment. You took a taxi, telling to the driver to go as fast as he could. You didn't know what to think. You were unable to think about anything that could make sens. It was confusing, terrifying. You arrived to Junmyeon apartment fairly fast, even if the entire travel had seemed an eternity to you. You had tried to join Sehun or any of the boys several time. Even Yixing wasn't answering, and he was always answering your phone call. You ran in the stairs, almost falling to times, but you finally arrived in front of the door. You knocked, trying to catch your breath but it seemed useless. « Y/n ? What are you doing ? » It was Junmyeon. Well, a very tired version of Junmyeon. « You are not answering any of my texts or calls. After what happened yesterday at the shop I was hella worried ! Sehun is not answering, so I just came here to see if he was there. » He gulped, watching behind him as if someone had called him. He was acting weird. « What's happening 'myeon, you really are freaking me out... -You should go home Y/n. It's really nothing. Just go back home. » Were you supposed to be satisfied with this answer ? « Are you serious ? » You really should have done as he had said. You knew that it was stupid to insist. What were you going to do anyway ? Forced yourself into his apartment. What kind of people would it make of you. « Let me in Junmyeon. -No » You pushed threw hi, meeting almost no resistance. Was he that tired ? You were not ready to find five paired of eyes watching you as you entered the living room. They were all looking like zombies, dark circle around their eyes that were injected with red. « Where is Sehun ? » Nobody answered. You crossed Kyungsoo's eyes, that avoided your look immediately. You entered the corridor, ignoring the sudden calls of your name. You entered the bedroom, imagining finding nothing. Just an empty bed. But Sehun was lying here. You almost did not recognized him. He seemed so, sick. Like he had contracted the most aggressive virus. « Sehun... » You fall on your knees near his head. He was so pale, almost gray. His face was slimmer than yesterday. His lips were tinted red. « Y/n, get away from him... » But you could not answer as you were looking at the night stand, and the floor on the other sides of the bed. « Junmyeon... What is this ? » You said, your fingers trembling as you pointed at dozens of blood bags on the floor. Some red liquid spilling on the floor. « Y/n please get up slowly... » Sehun had woken up. Junmyeon behind was slowly trying to come at you but a low growl escaped the man on the bed. You were maybe in love but you weren't stupid. Even if you had no clue about what was happening, you knew when you were in danger. And right now you were. You did as Junmyeon told you, your legs shacking from how slowly you were moving. Junmyeon was ready to snatch you out Sehun sides but the other man was too fast. You did not even see him move before you were thrown on the bed. « Sehun stop ! » You felt a stinging pain in your neck, like two needles had pierced your skin. You tried to push him away but you thought about that animal documentary. The prey were never moving around by fear of the predator snapping their neck. It didn't last long, seconds maybe, before you were pushed out of Sehun's grip. Your body rolled on the floor. You were really impressed with yourself when you got up as fast as you could, running out of the room. Most of the boys in the main room were gone. Yixing was looking at you, mortified. « Y/n, your neck... -Yixing, help me... » You almost fell in his arms. He dragged your body in the kitchen, making you sit on the table. Brushing your hair out of your neck, he looked at the wound. You had no idea of what it looked like, the only thing you knew it was that it hurt like hell. Blood was glistening down your chest and in your back. You were slowly feeling light-headed. « He attacked me » Yixing didn't answer as he was pressing a compress on your wound. You wish you could cry but you couldn't. You had no idea how things had escalated so quickly. You had no idea what was happening. « What is happening Yixing... » It wasn't a question. More of a statement that everything was going wrong. He lifted your chin with his fingers making you look into his eyes. « Y/n... I don't know what to tell you... » The truth you dumb ass. You wanted to scream. At him, at Junmyeon, at Sehun, at the entire universe. « Yixing ! », Junmyeon screamed from the other side of the apartment. « Press this on your neck, don't let go okay, I'll be back » He left you, sitting on the kitchen table, more miserable than ever. He came back after what seemed an hour. « Is everything okay ? » You asked like a zombie. « I should be the one to ask you this » It was not Yixing. You almost jumped out of the table when you heard Sehun's voice. He seemed totally different from when you saw him laying on the bed minutes ago. You were scared. Scared of him for the first time since you know him. He had never done anything to scare you before, he was always so sweet and kind. You must have look terrified because he took a step back, looking like a kicked puppy. « Y/n... -I don't understand... I... You didn't tell me ? -What would you have wanted me to say... Would you even have believed me... » He was right. You would not have believed him. But now you had no other choices than to believe what he was saying. « I know. But you would have kept lying to me if it didn't happen » He didn't answer. You were trying not to cry but it was hard. You took of the compress, as it was so full of blood it was useless. It hurt like a bitch and you were starting to feel lightheaded. « Fuck, you're bleeding a lot... » If you weren't going to faint at any moment you would have thrown him your shoe. But you had no energy, not even enough to breathe correctly. « I can help you. I know you don't want but... -Yeah I kinda don't want you to be anywhere near me right now » You didn't think he could hurt you now that he was back to his normal state but still. « You are going to bleed to death. Please, let me help » You were going to die. You were feeling more and more sleepy with the seconds and you knew it wasn't good. « I don't want to die... » He appeared just in front of you the moment your body was letting go. His hands on your shoulders stabilized you, allowing you to stay sited. « I can heal the wound but I need to touch you, okay ? » You didn't say anything because you couldn't. He still got the memo. He took of your jacket, making you move softly not hurt you more. He marked a pause inhaling deeply. « That's a lot of blood,damn... » You didn't really hear or see much of what happened after that. But you felt something wet and hot, touching your wound. It wasn't as painful as you thought it would be, and the feeling of not having your skin covered in sticky blood was actually great. It took more time than you imagined and it gave you plenty of time to recover some of your senses as you weren't bleeding anymore. « Did you just licked my wounds ? -My saliva has healing property. It stopped bleeding. » You indeed weren't bleeding anymore. As you were going to touch your neck he stopped you. « The wounds are no closed yet. You should not touch them. -Can't you make the wound closed ? » He looked at you unsure. After all he was the one who attacked you. If he had a way for you to heal completely he should do it. « I know a way but, I don't know if you will like it.... -It's not your type to be so evasive about things... -The fact that I almost killed you kinda took me off to be honest. » You laughed at this. He was looking at you weirdly, definitely not finding any of this funny. « Okay, then » He brought one of his finger to his teeth. You were finally seeing his long, thick and sharp fangs . He cut the tip of his finger with it. He brought his cut finger to touch your wound. You were mortified for a moment, was he really putting his blood on your wound ?! But the tingly feeling that followed and the disappearance of the pain, distracted you from that. « It's done. You still have red marks but it'll disappear eventually. The best would have for you to drink it but... -I am not doing that. -That's what I thought » he said smiling lightly. The least you could say was that it was awkward. None of you wanted to talk even if you had millions of question. « So... Hum... Should I call you Edward Cullen or something » He looked at you dumbfounded. « Hell no. » New silence. « I... You know... I am an open minded person but... What the fuck happened ? » He was sitting on the sink just in front of you. « Well, long story short... Hum, we discovered that the thing who is killing all those women is like us. -A vampire. -Yeah. We thought he was a new vampire, they tented to drink way more than us that are older. » You knew it wasn't the moment but you really were wondering how old was really Sehun. « But it was definitely not a new born. -What is it then ? -We don't really know. All e learned from his attack was that his bite is poisonous » he said, rolling up his sleeve, exposing large bite mark. It was red and looked really painful. « But can't you heal or something... -Normally I can. We don't know why it didn't work this time. -And why are you healing now. You seem good... -It's thanks to you. » He looked at you, your eyes finally meeting his. « I don't really know how it works but. I guess you blood helped me healed. The blood I drank before didn't do anything. It made me sick. Yours was.... » he marked a pause « good ». You started to get a bit scared again. But it was just Sehun, the man who made you happy for years now, the man who encouraged you quitting college to pursuit your passion, the man who defended you and supported you when your family started to ignore you. The man you loved. But you knew nothing about him. You thought you knew this man. You thought he would never hurt you. But hear you were, in his kitchen, covered in blood. « I am sorry... I didn't mean it that way... Please don't be scared... » Your heart just started beating even faster. « Y/n... I swear I would never hurt you... What happened before... I don't know what it was... I love you... » Could you believe him ? You weren't so sure about that. Him being an immortal, super powerful being wasn't helping you. Did you love him tho ? Yes. Yes you loved him with your entire heart. « Why did you lie to me ? » It was a stupid question. You didn't see how he would have told you the truth. It seems like a secret and how would he have been able to tell you the truth after you started becoming friends.

« I am not supposed to tell anything to you. And honestly even if I had told you, would you have believed me. A crazy guy telling you he is a vampire ? » Yeah, you would have never believed him. Everything was a mess right now. Your head was starting to hurt. The only thing you wanted to do was to go back yo your apartment and sleep until next week. « I want to go home... I don't feel good. I want to sleep. » He walked toward you, putting a protective arm around you he helped you stand up. « You are right. You should be resting. I am going to drive you back to your apartment. -I can drive, don't worry. -No you can't. I am going to drive. » It was true. Your vision was blurry and your ears were starting to buzz. « You are right. I don't feel good at all. -Come on. » He said, wrapping you in a coat. He opened the door of the apartment, still holding you close to him. As soon as you were outside he put his arm under your legs, lifting  you up in his arms. « I am going to throw up. -If you do this I threw you away. » You wanted to laugh but you had no energy. The ride back home was fast and silent. You could finally walk on your own, still using Sehun as a cane. He helped you with everything, from taking your shoes off to taking a bath, he even prepared you a sandwich. It was the least he could do in the end, after all he was the one who hurt you. Finally, you threw yourself on your bed, your eyes closed, ready to fall asleep at any moment. « Get under the cover at least... -Leave me alone. -What a way to talk to someone who just scrubbed your feet. -You scrubbed my back you liar... » He took the cover from under your body, putting it on you. « Good night » You woke up in the middle of the night. From someone knocking at your door. It was 4 in the morning and you knew no one who would just randomly knock on your door at this hour. You got up, feeling better than some hours ago but feeling incredibly sleepy. You walked toward your door, not thinking clearly. You were alone in your apartment, Sehun had left. You watched through the hole in your door, not seing any light in the corridor. You could not see anyone. A new knock made you jumped back. Your heart was beating incredibly fast. You decided to go back to your room, trying not to make any noise. Which was stupid honestly. If your guessing was right it was completely useless. You took your phone and called Sehun once you were in your bathroom. It was the only room without a window, that was rather isolated from the door. The phone ringed once, twice... « Y/n ? What is happening ? -You are not the one knocking at my door right now ? -Someone is knocking at your door ? Who is it ? -I don't know. It's dark in the corridor. » He didn't say anything. « I am on my way. Stay away from the door. He can't come inside if you don't invite him. » You weren't that scared at the moment. It was like a big joke. « Why me ? I mean... Is it because of your fight ? -Probably. Don't move. » And he hung up. You were sitting on your bathroom floor still wondering what you did to the karma to deserve that. Maybe it was just the universe punishing you for your ignorance. You should really stay in here, wait for Sehun. But you didn't. You returned in your living room. The knock on the door were so regulate. They were resonating, the sound echoing inside your body. Suddenly you understood. The knocking were perfectly in sync with your heartbeat. You were feeling weak, and as your heart was getting faster, the knocking followed in perfect synchronization. You heard a voice in you corridor. Someone was talking. Indeed, you could see the light finally coming from outside. « What is all this noise ! Y/N ! » You looked outside, seing the old lady who was living in the apartment just in front of you. Shit. You tried not to react, but what if she was in danger. You opened your door, being careful to stay inside your apartment. « Y/n ! Didn't you hear all this knocking ? Do you know what time it is ? » You were debating what to do. Play dumb, telling to the old lady that she was crazy and that a psycho was never at your door knocking frantically. Or just saying sorry. You just wanted her to go back to her apartment. This is when you saw him, just behind your neighbor. Tall and slim, he had a wicked smile playing on his lips. Big fangs were coming out of his mouth. You were screwed, you should have listened to Sehun. « Yeah Mme Kim... You should go back to your apartment, it's really early. I'll make sure it stops » She looked at you weirdly before turning back and returning into her apartment. The vampire had disappeared. You closed the door as fast as you could. « Hey » You let out a little scream, jumping out of your bones from fear. « It's me ! » Sehun had just entered by your window. « I told you to stay in your room. -Fuck you honestly » He almost scared you to death. « Did you saw him ? -Yeah he was outside, well I guess it was him. -Chanyeol is outside. If he is trying anything we'll get him » You wanted to tell him that it was what he probably said last time. You still hugged him with all your strength, feeling him near you making you feel safe. « Hey I am here it's fine. -I know... » He opened the door, nothing was outside. It was silent. Until it wasn't. A body came crushing through your window. Glass flew everywhere, you tried protecting yourself the best you could, but without Sehun shielding you with his body you would have end up with nasty cut. « Y/n run ! » You tried but when you saw Chanyeol on the floor, blood everywhere you could not go anywhere anymore. « Perfect. I knew that if I was paying a little visit to your girlfriend you were going to run here. » He looked at you. « Thank you sweetheart, you made things way easier. » You were like paralyzed. It was impossible for you to move. To run away. It's Sehun who snatched you away, throwing you in front of him so you would go away. He opened the door of the corridor closet, shoving you inside. « Stay here ! Don't come outside ! Take this » He tried to put a weird wood stick in your hands but you were trembling too much. « Listen to me ! If he comes, you stick it with all your strength here » he pointed to hi chest, a bit on the left side. You'll never be able to do that. Never. You took the wood stick anyway, as Sehun was closing the door behind him. You could not hear anything except the beating of your own heart. How did this even happened, everything was confused. The vampire, how he entered your apartment even if you had not invited him, how he threw Chanyeol through the window. Your wrist had swollen up already, a stabbing pain paralyzing you. You heard a noise of something breaking, like someone had fell on a table. You heard a scream. You wanted to scream, your heart was beating hard ; your stomach was knotted. If you stayed in this closet you were gonna die. You didn't want to die. If you were going outside, you were going to die too. At least you would not die in a freaking closet. It took you a whole minute to got up. You were doing it, you were going to open this door and fight. You took a deep breath and turned the doorknob slowly. You opened it just a little to watch what was happening. Sehun was currently on the ground. You could not see the other vampire but you could hear him. He was speaking thought. You could not hear him but you were able to see Sehun's face. Seing him hurt was unbearable to you. You needed to help him. The vampire come into view, he was holding Chanyeol by his hair dragging him on the ground ; « You see, I pity you a bit. Having power but choosing not to use them. » Sehun didn't say anything. « Vampire blood is disgusting. But drink it and you'll be able to overcome the limit that is imposed to our species. » Chanyeol tried to move but the vampire thew him away like he was nothing. « I am going to drink your blood and then I'll drink your girlfriend's to make the disgusting taste of yours pass. » You opened the door completely, the wood stick in your hand. The vampire, by some miracle, was so focused on proceeding to drink your boyfriend's blood that he was not paying attention to you. Sehun saw you, but he tried not to focus himself on you too much not wanting to blow your cover. You had two options. You could try to be discrete and walk thought your living room but the floor was cover in glass. Your feet were going to die, and there was also the high possibility that you were going to make noises and attract his attention. Second, you could just go for it. Run like you never run before, loosing your feet on the way but you may have the effect of surprise on your side. The vampire was holding forcefully Sehun's head on the ground to make access for his neck. He was going to sink his fangs, when you started to run. Your head was blank, You were just holding your weapon, and you were going to kill him. You didn't even feel the pain in your feet as thousands of little piece of glass were piercing your feet. You didn't even believe it when with all your strength and your impulse to sink the wood blade inside the vampire. The blade sink in perfectly, you have no time to look if you succeed as the vampire flip over and send you on the other side of the room with a hit. The last thing you saw before everything goes black is a dark silouhette swooping another one. « Y/n, can you hear me ? » Your body felt good, everything was soft. You opened your eyes slowly, everything was blurry. « Take your time baby » It was Sehun. You looked at him once your eyes started working normally again. « How are you feeling ? -I feel good » you said. It was true, even your feet did not fell painful. Sehun did not have any scratches on his side. Vampire ability you thought. He leaned closer to you. « I thought I was going to lose you on this one. I told you to stayed in the closet. » You wanted to laugh. « I save your ass, be grateful » He laughed, kissing your forehead. « I feel good. Why ? I am sure I should be dying right now. -I gave you blood. You should be okay. -I am not going to turn into a vampire right ? » He laughed again. « No, you are not. » He took your hand and squeeze it gently. His thumb was circling soft circle on your hand. It felt good, reassuring, and you needed it. You were terrified. You were terrified of Sehun's world, of how since you knew about it you were in danger. You were scared of yourself. Because you just stabbed a man. And you were not regretting anything. If you had to you would do it again. « I love you so much, I was so scared I was going to lose you. » You looked at him in the eyes and smiled. « I love you too. But please don't make me kill someone again. I don't think I can handle it » He didn't laugh. He kissed your hand in a sweet motions. He didn't say anything either but in his eyes you could see so much. It was not going to happen ever again.

[abalonetea]

this is a really old thing i wrote for dethklok, like, a year ago and idk it's wednesday i wanted to share it

"Yous don't gots to walk home with me all the time." Toki hooks his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans, rolls his eyes at the affronted snort he gets in lieu of an answer. "Ams not likes I don't walks on my own plentys of times before."   "Not everysthing ams about yous, Toki." Skwisgaar snorts again, like that might somehow make his answer more convincing.   It's the middle of summer and the air is almost unbarably hot. The rain earlier in the day made everything feel thick and stifling; curls in Toki's lungs like steam from a shower but worse, because there's no way to open up a door and clear it out. The stretch of town between Pickles apartment and the college campus is pretty decent, wiith street lights that work most of the time and more actual businesses than bars.   Despite the fact that it's almost one in the morning, there road is still busy. Cars speed past loud enough to kick up sprays of dirty water. Toki kicks at a puddle as they walk through it, ends up getting his own pants leg wet. "Yeahs? So whys ams yous comings back home withs me? Yous don't ever leaves Pickle this early unless I's ams theres, too."   Skwisgaar stomps in the puddle instead of kicking at it, splashing it up on Toki's leg instead of his own. "I's already tolds yous, Toki. Ams not my faults yous ams never listenings to nothing."   "I's listen," counters Toki, with a shrug. Despite the fact that his shirt is pretty loose fitting, the wetness of the air makes the fabric cling to his skin, hollowing out at the small of his back. "I's just ams not believings you. There's ams a difference, Skwisgaar."   "There's ams no differesence! Yous ams just beings stupid, Toki. I's ams leavings 'cause I's feels like leavings." Skwisgaar shoves a hand in his pocket, comes back out with a lighter. The plastic casing is neon yellow. It lights up whenever the Swede flicks it, rooting around with his other hand for the cigarette that Toki knows got left back on Pickles coffee table.   Skwisgaar smokes cigarettes more than anyone else Toki knows, furls of nicotine lingering on his shirt, mixing with the traces of dollar eighty five cologne. He staggers sideways on purpose, bumps his shoulder into Skwisgaar's side.   "I's grabbed it for yous." Toki tugs the cigarette out of his back pocket but doesn't hand it over. He's not very big on smoking, doesn't like the taste, doesn't like the feel; makes Skiwsgaar light it anyway, takes the first drag just because.   The Swede's lip curls when he takes the offered cigarette. "Yous ams beings such a little shits. Don't know why yous couldn't ams of just stayed over at Pickle's."   Toki huffs, doesn't point out that Skwisgaar really /didn't/ have to walk home with him. It always just sends the conversation spiraling into a real argument. Those are fun, sometimes, but it's too late - too early - too close to class for that to happen. "I's got a maths lesson real early. Miss Hendersmith ams real picksculars about me showings up on time."   "Miss Henderbitch ams an old hag," retorts Skwisgaar. "Not evens a good lookings one. I's don't know why yous care so much about that stuff. Yous could just fucks off from class once in a while. Ams not goings to get yous in that much troubles. I's do it alls the time!"   "Yous don't got reals good marks, either." Marks are important to Toki. He's not great at what he does - some of the work is just too far beyond his grasp, difficult enough that the high school books he rents from the local library don't even come close to touching on the subject, not in enough time, at least.   He likes to think that showing up one time gives him a bit of lee-way when it comes to his grades. More than that, it's a little bit farther under the radar that he's able to slip, a little less scrutiny.    A car goes speeding by. The light changes at the last minute. They slam on the breaks, send a thick spray of water onto the sidewalk. Skwisgaar cusses, foul, sharp, jerks back so fast that the cigarette slips from between his fingers. It lands in the murky water and fritzes out, not even a spiral of smoke left over.   "Jacksass," spits Skwisgaar, spinning around to flip the driver off. His hair is pulled up, but the band is too large, something stolen from one of Pickles bedroom drawers. It doesn't hold the blonde hair back all the way, strands of blonde clinging to face and neck; jacket tied around his waist, the spiked shoulders a stark contrast to the pale blue V neck, to the fine silver chain threaded around his neck; jean legs wet and boots dark and nails filed down fine.   It's amazing how put together Skiwsgaar can look, even when he's not. The street lights cast strange shadows on his face, makes his skin look far too pale. But he's still - /enough/, that's the only word that comes to mind. He's enough for anything he tries, anything he wants, and it's always kind of amazing that he doesn't mind hanging out with such a mess.   Toki roots around in his back pocket, holds up a handful of ones. "Yous wants to stop at the corners store? I's can buy yous another pack."   Skiwsgaar kicks out the wet cigarette with the toe of his heel. "Ugh. I's wanted that ones. Besides, yous ams probablies just goings to buy some stupid cheaps -"   "I's know what yous ams smoking," says Toki, with a roll of his eyes. He grabs Skwisgaar's wrist, fingers wrapping all the way around and over lapping. "Come ons. We's get yous a new pack, and yous just pays me back laters."   The corner store sits just on the edge of campus. It's one of the most frequently visited spots by the students - but it still sort of looks like it's about to fall down around the edges. No one ever cleans up the parking lot, and there's so much paint on the walls that you almost can't make anything out. Flickering flourescent lights highlight the oil streaked water, turning the pavement into a veritable sea of rainbows.   A bell chimes when Toki pushes open the door. The guy behind the counter doesn't even look up at them, just grunts. He's got one headphone in, leaiing against the counter, looking through a skin mag so raunchy it makes Toki blush.   "Hey, we's need a pack of Camel Lights." Toki has to say it twice before the guy sighs, takes out his headphones and gets up to grab the cigarettes. He very carefully looks at the display of scratch off cards instead of the splayed out skin mag, uses his thumb to count out the money for the smokes, one dollar over because he doesn't have change.   "Yous got enough for these too?" Skwisgaar sits a bag of barbeque chips and two danishes down on the counter, stretching over Toki's shoulder to do so.   Toki hums. He'd been trying to save up a little bit of money and get a new case for his guitar. Still, three or four dollars won't make or break him, and there's always a fifty percent chance that Skwisgaar really will pay him back later.   "Yeahs, I's got enough." Toki has to wait for everything to be rung up this time around, and it turns out that he's got maybe fifty cents more than the actual bill. The cashier puts his headphones back in before they've even walked away from the counter. Toki shoves the bags at Skwisgaar, says, "yous got to carries it all, though."   "Like I's would be trustings yous to carries my chips." Skwisgaar slips the bag over his arm. The bell chimes again as they step back outside. The light across the street has burnt out, just like that. Toki’s gaze lingers on the metal casing, lips twisting up when he slaps at Skwisgaar’s arm.   “What’s ams I’s goings to dos with them? Drops them on the ground and starts jumpings on them?” Toki rolls his eyes, pushes on Skwisgaar’s arm again.   He snorts, and it’s more lips than air. Skwisgaar digs out a pack of cigarettes from the bag, starts trying to dig at the packaging. The plastic is on tight, though, and Skwisgaar’s nails are fucked over something awful.   Toki wants to ask what happened to them. The lead guitarist doesn’t bite his nails, doesn’t pick them. Hands are a prize to him, and more than a few sharp tongued comments have been directed at Toki’s own shabby looking hands, with the scabbed over cuticles and bitten short nails.   He doesn’t, though, because Skwisgaar would just give him that look. Probably wouldn’t answer, anyway.   “No ones ams ever knowings with you, Toki.” Skwisgaar’s lip curls, and he sputters when Toki plucks the package out of his hands. “Hey! Those amsnest yours no mores!”   “I’s don’t wants them,” says Toki, and then he bites at the edge of the package. Plastic catches between his teeth, rips right down the side. When Skwisgaar makes to take them back, Toki tosses them to his other hand, backing up to keep them out of the Swede’s grip. “Hey, Skwisgaar. What ams yous always saying when we gos out together? If yous can’t open it youself, yous can’t have it?”   “That ams just for booze, Toki!” Skwisgaar makes another grab for the cigarettes. The tips of his fingers brush over the carton, but Toki is quick on his feet. They lunge and dance down the sidewalk, like the package of Camels is some great prize.   They make it half a block before Skwisgaar hooks an arm around Toki’s waist, tugging the younger man up against him. Blond hair brushes over Toki’s cheeks – an arm reaching over his shoulders, slender fingers curling around the half-wrapped box - campus grounds appear without either of them noticing, even though the cement vanishes to grass, and the entire place is still and silent.

[alexknight002]

Pit Saves Canada - Chapter 2: Attack on Cananada

AN: Wow, I can't believe how many people have read the story already! Although I've only posted it a few days ago, it already has 7 reviews on fanfiction dot net! So thank you all of my readers. Unless you're Tim, then fuck you, Tim. This chapter will have some REAL ACTION and it will be so cool and edgy that you will literally have an orgasm.

Chapter 2: Attack on Cananada

"I can't believe I'm finally in the great white north! What a beautiful place!" Pit loves Canada, if you couldn't already tell. "I'm going to do EVERYTHING here in Ottawa!" The angle twins were in a gift shop in Ottawa because Pit wanted to buy 20 more sets of Canadian-themed clothes. Right now, Pit was still wearing his Mountie costume, and Pittoo was wearing a Kill la Kill shirt because even though it's anime, at least it's edgy anime.

"And I'm not going," said Pittoo, while looking up edgy anime memes on his phone.

"Yes you are! And you're going to love it! I made a list of everything that I'm going to do in Canada!" he said, taking out a Dictionary-sized notebook. "Number 1: Masturbate in a Tim Horton's bathroom!"

"Wtf why would you even say that?!" yelled Pittoo in horror.

"Haha I'm joking!" Pit luckily said. "You need to cheer up, Splatoon! Canada is a beautiful place! Just look outside! There's so much nature everywhere that wild animals are roaming the streets!" He pointed outside at the many moose, polar bears, and beavers running around and letting people pet them. "Look, a Chespin is coming into the store!"

A wild Chespin walked into the store and said "Chespin!"

"Wait..." said Pittoo. "Oh no! Oh no no no no! Don't you dare! I know what you're trying to do! Don't you fucking dare! I've seen enough of those shitty tumblr fanfic quotes to know what you're about to do SO STOP! I fucking swear, I will shoot you! I have this gun right in my hands, and I swear to Saitama I MEAN SATAN FUCK that you'll be dead if you do this. SO STOP IT RIGHT NOW YOU FUCKING FURRY BITCH!"

Chespin took a step out the door. "Chespou-"

*BANG*

Chespin fell down dead as Pittoo lowered his gun. He regretted nothing.

"WHAT THE HECK PITTOO YOU MURDERED HIM!"

"HEY, I WARNED HIM, AND HE STILL DID IT!"

Palutena, Icarus, and Bean walked up while all wrapped in a giant Canadian scarf.

"This is a group hug scarf," explained Palutena. "You go up to someone and then wrap them in this for a group hug! That way they can't get away!"

"Do you two want to join our group hug?" asked Icarus.

"Yeah!" yelled Pit.

"Fuck no!" yelled Pittoo.

They didn't listen to Dark Pit and wrapped them both in the scarf.

"AH GET ME OUT!" squealed Pittoo edgily. "HISS! HISS!"

"Hey, cashier, do you want to join in our group hug?" Palutena asked the girl working at the counter.

"Sure, eh!" she exclaimed happily and joined in.

"Everyone else in the store, you can join in, too!"

"Yay!" everyone yelled and then joined in the hug.

"WTF GET ME OUT OF HERE!" whined Pittoo.

"Canada!" said Pit because Canada.

LATER:

The angle family all got on a tour bus so that they could see all the great sights in Ottawa. They saw the Notre Dame Cathedral, the Parliament building, the National Gallery of Canada, and even the Canadian White House! Pit was screaming in happiness the entire time while Pittoo put on the same noise-cancelling headphones from earlier.

"I hope I can meet Trudeau! He is my true hero, and I want to take a picture with him and get his autograph and take another picture and get another autograph and then take another another picture and then-"

Suddenly, a GIANT ROBOT tore the roof off of the bus! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!11111111111111111111111111111111111" screamed everyone.

The evul robot trapped Palutena, Icarus, and Bean in a glowing cage and then flew away before anyone could do anything.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO MOM AND DAD AND OTHER DAD!" yelled Pit and Pittoo.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH WE'VE GOT TO DO SOMETHING!" screeched Pit.

"SHIT WHAT DO WE DO?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!" and then they both ran in circles screaming until they realized that there were robots everywhere.

A familiar voice rung from the robots. "People of Canada, you may now welcome your new leader, ME, DONALD TRUMP! I now have enough money that I bought the entire United States and am now their overlord. And with my new power, I have the authority (and money) to take over your country. Sit aside and let us take you over and harvest your country's resources. Also, if you're wondering about your shitty former leader, he have him in captivity. That is all for today. Goodbye, and enjoy your new lives in the United States of Trump."

"OH SHOOT TRUMP TOOK OVER CANADA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THIS IS THE WORST DAY EVER FIRST OUR PARENTS WERE KIDNAPPED AND THEN CANADA WAS TAKEN OVER BY DONALD TRUMP!1111111 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!11111111111111111111111"

Everyone ran in terror to the nearest Tim Hortons and barricaded themselves inside.

"Do you have any ideas of what to do now?" asked Pittoo.

"I know! I'LL CALL OVERWATCH!" Pit took out his phone and dialed a number. "Hello, is this Overwatch?

"No, thees is Tito Dick 'Dickman,' baby," Tito Dick replied.

"Oh, soory, wrong number," said Pit, hanging up. "I don't know Overwatch's number, and so I accidentally called Tito Dick."

"If you didn't know their number, then what did you type into the phone?"

"I don't know, I just typed in a random number and hoped it would be the right one."

"That makes literally no sense. And wait...OH FUCK YOU SAID DICK!"

"Wait, no! I WAS JUST SAYING HIS NAME I DIDN'T CURSE!"

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH MY EARS YOU CURSED AAHAHHAHHAHAAHAH!"

"I'M SO SOORY!" screamed Pit and then they both cried into each other's arms. "Oh yeah WE NEED TO SAVE TRUDEAU AND ALSO SAVE CANADA!"

"I have an idea! We can form a team to SAVE CANADA!"

"Did I hear someone wanting to form a team?" asked a voice in the distance. It was...Johnny Test?! "I can help with my AWESOME talking dog! We can do TOTALLY RADICAL things like rebelling from authority and riding on EPIC skateboards!" he yelled making whiplash noises and other sound effects everwhere.

"Never mind, Pittoo and I will go by ourselves."

"Yes, we must...GO ROUGE!" said the formerly satin-worshiping angle. "We just need to know where Trump took the Prime Minister!"

"Look, he posted something on Instagram!"

The angle opened an image of Trudeau taking a selfie while being escorted by guards. It was captioned, "Guys, I've been captured and taken to the Pentagon by Donald Trump!"

"That's it! We need to go to Washington D.C and save him!" exclaimed Pit. "And look, a ride is right there!" He pointed to a nearby moose. But it wasn't a regular moose. It was a radioactive moose that could travel at high speeds! The angle twins jumped onto its back and sped away.

They quickly got to the border, but faced trouble once they got there.

"Oh no!" exclaimed Pit. "Trump built a wall on the Canadian-American border! "Quick Pittoo, use your anime powers!"

"ONE PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH!" screamed Pittoo as he punched a huge hole in Trump's wall.

Then things started going smoothly again. The moose was so fast that they got to D.C within 5 minutes.

"Look, it's the Pentagon!" pointed out Pittoo. They began to invade the Pentagon, Pittoo fighting with a katana and Pit using a hockey stick.

MEMEWHILE:

"So, Mr. Canada," said Trump trying to be tough. "Where do you have the weapons hidden."

"I don't know what you're talking about, eh?" Trudeau said with a poker face much better than Umi's in Love Live School Idol Project.

"I know you have Canadian super-weapons hidden in Ottawa, and I need to find them!"

Suddenly, an alarm went off. While Trump was distracted, Trudeau slugged him in the face and ran. "Soory aboot that, eh?" he said while running off. But he couldn't get too far before some evil agents like the ones in the Matrix came up and pointed guns at him. "You darn hosers!" exclaimed the Prime Minister.

Luckily, Pit got there just in time to knock the agents out with his hockey stick. "Justin Trudeau, IT'S REALLY YOU!" Pittoo soon got up behind them and sheathed his katana.

"Quick, we have to get out of here before Trump sends in reinforcements. I have a portal gun with me that can take me back to Ottawa, but it only works when powered by maple syrup!"

"Good thing I have some with me!" said Pit, taking out a jug. He poured the syrup into the portal gun, causing the portal to open up, and they hastily jumped through and appeared in Ottawa.

"CANADA, I MISSED YOU!" screamed Pit, kissing the ground.

"You were only gone for a fucking hour," complained Pittoo.

"Any time from Canada is a bad time, Pittoo."

"I agree," said Trudeau.

"OMGOSH I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S REALLY YOU! I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!"

"Why, thank you for saving me, eh! I am so gratified to the two of you! What are your names?"

"I'm Pit, and I love Canada more than anything! This is my edgy weeb brother Pittoo!"

"Konichiwa, I mean 'sup," Pittoo edged weebily.

"How would you two like to help me...SAVE CANADA!"

"OH MY MACDONALD, YES! I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR CANADA!"

Someone walked out of the nearby Tim Hortons, and it was Lucas from Pokemon Diamond and Pearl. "Look, Trudeau is safe!"

A group of Canadians walked in from fighting the robots with axes, hockey sticks, and shotguns. "Hoor-eh!" they exclaimed (AN: GEDDIT!).

All of the Canadians went into the restaurant with the angles and the PM and had a party.

"We're so glad you're safe, Mr. Prime Minister!" said a Canadian girl.

"Why, I couldn't have gotten out if it wasn't for these two angles!" he said, patting Pit and Pittoo on the back.

"OH MY GOSH TRUDEAU JUST TOUCHED ME!1" exclaimed Pit happily.

Suddenly, a man with a gun kicked down the door!

"Prime Minister Trudeau, I'm CIA!" he said, pointing a gun at him.

Then a bulky masketta man walked into the room! "I'm crashing this party...with no survivors!"

AN: GASP! Who is this mysterious masketta man? AND WILL THEY MAKE IT OUT ALIVE? Find out next time! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and please tell me what you thought in the comments!