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bane of the devil. | ix

genre: romance, fantasy, erotica

pairings: vampire!jaehyun x college!female reader

words: 14k

warning: bane of the devil deals with themes of deaths, physical, mental, and sexual abuse as well as toxic relationships. which may be upsetting for some readers. you are advised not to continue if you feel uncomfortable to these types of plots.

sexual content: fingering, semi-public sex (phew), blowjob, slight degradation(?)

“As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.” — Anne Sexton

Lucas and Eva stepped inside Madame Juana’s chambers. The first thing the two noticed were the navy blue curtains pulled to the side to reveal the gigantic gothic windows that permit a large quantity of light to infiltrate the room. The redolent of burning incense filled their nostrils as they spotted the witch mixing different herbs and colorful vials in a mortar.

“What’s that for?” Eva asked, her right hand resting on her dagger fastened to her waists.

Juana fanned the smoke to her face, inhaling the scent of the potion she was working on. She let the mortar sit near the window, where the sun could glare at it, before facing her two visitors. “For Y/N,” she said.

Eva’s mood began to dwindle. The fight from earlier hasn’t died from her system yet. And the thought of Y/N’s audacity made her temple ticked in annoyance.

Lucas remained standing near the door as he observed Juana’s chamber as if it was his first time beholding the eccentric room.

“I don’t know why, Madame,” Eva began, gathering the full attention of the witch as well as her comrade’s. The hunter stood rigid, chin held up high as she spoke, “Don’t you think I’m much more capable than her in killing Alena?”

Lucas shot up in alarm. Eva had no business discussing the matter with the witch. Juana had strictly commanded the both of them to remain silent about the matter. Especially around Y/N, who has no idea that the hunters knew her reasons for joining the Academy and the mission Juana bestowed upon her.

Juana walks with her hands behind her towards the fireplace. She poured tea in her pint pot before sitting on one of the soft couches, one leg over the other. After sipping from her cup, Juana cleaves her tongue to her upper lip, licking the excess tea.

“Do you think I don’t know that?” the witch asked while raising a perfect brow.

Lucas takes two strides to stand beside Eva. He gently wrapped his hand around her arm, but she wiggled herself free, refusing to lose her composure.

“Eva,” Lucas breathed in warning.

Whatever the hunter has in her mind, it’s better to let it go. No amount of disrespect would be tolerated inside the Academy.

Eva merely glanced his way before focusing her eyes on the sitting witch. “Then why?” she insisted.

Juana refused to look anywhere but at the fireplace. A small fire dances in it, casting a bit of an orange hue to the rather porcelain skin of the witch. Lucas would never understand the need of a fire in this sweltering weather.

Juana snapped her head towards the still-standing hunters. It was something that she didn’t invite them to sit. Then she asked, “Do you know what I’ve promised Diego before he breathed his last?”

Eva exchanged looks with Lucas. Voice laced with utter curiosity, the woman asked, “What?”

Juana smoothed out her skirt. “I won’t let his hunters do my dirty work.”

With that, Eva blinked. Confused and out of focus, she stated the first words that slipped past her lips, “But we were born for that type of life. Alena killed Sicheng—”

“Eva!” Lucas hissed. They were forbidden to speak his name. Now Lucas feels utterly enraged by the woman’s audacity. Juana wouldn’t let this past without ramifications.

“My son.” Juana pinned the words with warning. “Is alive.”

Eva shifted to where she stands, barely noticeable because of her forced confidence. “Yes. But she killed his humanity nonetheless.” She took a step towards the witch. “I want to help you, Juana. Let me avenge your son.”

Lucas would’ve been moved by the determination in Eva’s eyes, if not for her grip on Juana’s hands. This side of her, he didn’t know how to process. He admires her bravery and need for revenge. But it doesn’t sit well with him, and he doesn’t think it will be.

“I made up my mind, Eva. I won’t risk any of your lives. I need you alive.”

The statement ticked something inside Lucas. They are hunters: born and bred to fight off vampires. He knows how to use almost every weapon in the armory. But Y/N… she still has a lot to go, despite of her steadfastness. It took Lucas years to master the hunter life. By his own experience, he doesn’t think three months are enough for Y/N.

“Forgive me but I don’t understand any of this,” Lucas chimed in, garnering the attention of the women. “Eva is right, Juana. She’s more capable than Y/N. Let’s give her that credit. But you still insist to send Y/N off to the ball to kill Alena— the vampire primus in this town— and refuse to vouch on us to accomplish this mission instead.” Lucas’s brows were furrowed all throughout his sentence. “It doesn’t correlate.”

With a certain edge to her voice, Juana countered Lucas almost immediately, “Y/N is a collateral damage. And she needs me.”

“Collateral damage?” Lucas and Eva asked at the same time. But the difference between their tones was staggering: Lucas’s disbelief was evident in his voice, whilst pure mockery laced Eva’s.

“Yes. Collateral damage. She’s nothing but that. And as I’ve said, she needs me.”

Eva smirked. “And you took advantage of her.”

Lucas, on the other hand, didn’t know what to say. Words won’t come out of his mouth.

“Exactly. So let’s end this discussion before I turn you both into frogs,” Juana chuckled.

Eva’s mirthful laugh echoed through the whole room. But Lucas remained unmoving, fisting his hands behind him. This is not right. This is not what I’ve vowed to do.

“Lucas?” Juana called.

Lucas shook his head out of his trance. “Yes?”

“Juana asked if you’d join us to dinner?” Eva pronounced instead.

Dinner? Lucas’s appetite went downhill by the conversation that has transpired inside this room. He doesn’t think he could bite and swallow down food.

He shook his head as he refused. The two women shrugged before Eva linked her arm around Juana’s and guided her out of the room, leaving Lucas with his thoughts.

—

“What happened to your nose?” Rhianon asked as you seated yourself across from her in the cafeteria.

Irritation washed through you by the memory of what happened back in the woods. You would’ve felt better if not for the red tinge which adorned your nose yet again.

“I fought with Eva,” you mumbled while forking the green something on your plate.

“What?!”

Heads turned as Rhianon exclaimed. But she seems unperturbed by the stares as she reaches for your hand over the table. Then she speaks again, “Are you alright? What did she do to you?”

The catfight between you and Eva ended with glares and threats. It’s painful to recall, yet you don’t think you will forget it any time sooner.

After the fight, you anticipated a summon from Madame. But as the day continued on, you failed to see her and vice versa.

Unsurprisingly, Eva taunted you as you sparred with Lucas. Every now and then, she would tell how weak your stance was, or how frail your bones were. Lucas encouraged you to ignore her as best you could. But when she hit the back of your leg with her stick, you stood up and faced her. The both of your faces were mere inches away as you sized each other up. If Eva moved an inch then, you would’ve slapped the teeth off her gums. Lucas held her firmly and guided her away towards somewhere you couldn’t be bothered to ask before she could attack you.

“She just taunted me.” You shrugged. As if the fight didn’t leave a hollow feeling inside your chest. You would be lying if you’d truly shrug it off and tell everyone that it was only a part of your training and Eva must’ve been acting earlier for additional emotions. But it wasn’t. She was truly irritated with you.

Rhianon sighed, “It’s not the first time she’d done that.”

The statement piqued your interest. You looked up to see a frowning Rhianon. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… that’s what she did to me in my first day of training. I couldn’t show it to you through this uniform but I’ve attained a keloid here…” She twisted her arms a little to show the location of her keloid right in her biceps, “...when we sparred using daggers.”

“Using daggers?” You gasped in disbelief. First day of training… and with daggers?

“Yeah. Before entering the Academy, they would ask you about your skills. I told them my expertise was using daggers—” A pause, then her eyebrows knitted. “Did they not ask you about your skill?”

You blinked and slumped back to your seat. “I— they didn’t.” You wanted to tell her how you got in the Academy without the process of being ask in any interviews about your skills and whatnot. But the small, scared part of you refused to sound privileged to Rhianon.

“Well, that’s a first,” she commented, “They would normally ask about your skill in weapons before you could enroll. And if you don’t have any, they would advise you to return once you’ve mastered at least one weapon.” Then she chewed up the leafy vegetables with a scowl.

“I’ve never heard of that,” you admitted.

Rhianon did her best to hide her surprise, but you have already seen the glint of it through her eyes. It made you feel odd. All of the students who enrolled here had gone through thorough trainings on their own before entering the Academy. Do they know that you didn’t go through the same hardship? Is that why they look at you as if they are disgusted by your weakness?

“I… think that’s alright? I mean, Eva went easy on you because of that.” Rhianon once again reached for your hand and squeezed. “Don’t fret, Y/N. I know to myself that you’re going to be an adroit hunter.”

Yes, you believe that too. But all of the trainings you would go through would be for naught if until the ball you’d remain inadequate.

A vampire almost killed you. A hunter vowed to hurt you. And there’s a witch who’s withholding information from you.

In the vast expanse of this Academy, you only have three people you could trust. Two of them, you are still hesitant to confide in. That leaves you to one person only.

Jaehyun.

—

Jaehyun decided to return to his own room after the tenuous scene back in the woods. One hunter was more than enough for him to bear. Two would be the death of him. Albeit he’s half-dead already.

He must admit that you made him proud earlier. And he didn’t anticipate such fire in your heart and grace in your movements. If you’d continue to take your training by the heart, you’d absolutely chop off every vampire’s head without sweating.

The thought bothers Jaehyun until now. One way or another, you would he his enemy. And if you declined to be his enemy, you would be his prey. Being a hunter gives you some perks as a human being. As a hunter, you are still vulnerable to vampire attacks, but you would have a chance of surviving. Whilst being a human, the ordinary human, you’d remain ajar and weak for any vampire to prey on. Jaehyun forces himself to think that it’s for your best. But the pathetic part of him wants to drag you out of this Academy. Right now.

Both of you didn’t start off as friends. Hell, who, in their right minds, would offer friendship to someone who bled his stomach out on your doorstep and admits that he was a vampire on your first encounter? Despite of that fact, Jaehyun still couldn’t grasp the idea of you, killing his compeers.

However, why the fuck does he care? It’s your life. You could do anything with it. And it wasn’t as if he couldn’t protect himself from you.

On his way to his own chamber, Jaehyun drew in a halt upon noticing that Juana’s door was slightly ajar. Everything went louder as Jaehyun intensified his sense of hearing: the muffled chatterings of students from afar, the birds singing as they perched on a tree, the crackling of fire in Juana’s fireplace… and the conversation between her and her two hunters.

Someone’s forgetting that there’s a vampire prowling this Academy’s vicinity.

For a moment, Jaehyun debated whether to listen to his own room that was across from Juana. But he couldn’t risk being spotted. Over the years, the hunters have developed a keen sense of hearing. Courtesy of Juana’s magic, no doubt.

The hallway provided no space for Jaehyun to hide as it was in a straight line. He had no choice but to press himself to the wall. Exactly three meters away from Juana’s door.

Lucas’s voice had a crisp edge to it because of Jaehyun’s vampire hearing. “Eva is right, Juana. She’s more capable than Y/N. Let’s give her that credit. But you still insist to send Y/N off to the ball to kill Alena— the vampire primus in this town— and refuse to vouch on us to accomplish this mission instead.”

Jaehyun’s jaw clenched by the mention of Alena’s name. Once, he had worshipped that name. No more.

Mixed feelings swirled up inside Jaehyun by Lucas’s statement. He was right. Jaehyun has been wondering about how it doesn’t make any sense either. Y/N has the spirit, but she won’t stand a chance against a vampire primus if she’d only train for two or three months.

Jaehyun hates Lucas. But he must admit that he does have a point.

“It doesn’t correlate,” Lucas added.

Jaehyun then heard Juana’s sultry voice. “Y/N is a collateral damage. And she needs me.”

For a moment, and despite his sharp sense of hearing, Jaehyun doubted the words he heard. Y/N… a collateral damage? How could someone say that as if a person’s life is nothing but a toy you’d be so willing to throw once it served you enough entertainment?

“Collateral damage?” The two hunters asked. Lucas was appalled. Yet Eva didn’t share the same reaction. She was curious. Curious and mocking.

Red suddenly filled Jaehyun’s vision. The silhouette of gothic windows became a darker shade of crimson. Everywhere he looked, red dominated. It took Jaehyun all his willpower not to barge inside and snap Juana and Eva’s necks.

“Yes. Collateral damage. She’s nothing but that. And as I’ve said, she needs me.” Juana spoke as if she was talking about a fly and not a person.

Jaehyun tried to close his eyes to get rid of his red visions. But the anger inside him refused to subside. He walked towards the door with the grace of a panther, but before he could push open the wood, a force pulled him away. He took a step back to his own accord. No. Jaehyun won’t be able to protect you if he’s going to murder the women behind this huge door.

He pivoted on his heels and grabbed his doorknob instead. Without making any sound, Jaehyun entered his chamber. Dark brown once again coated his pupils as he shut the door behind him.

Heavy and velvet curtains refused to allow any light from infiltrating Jaehyun’s chambers. At least, that bitch witch had the notion that she was catering to a vampire.

What a fucking joke, Jaehyun mumbled. If you are a five-hundred year old witch or a veteran vampire hunter, you’d be careful to converse— even in the comforts of your chamber— to anyone about your wicked plans using your imbecilic minds especially when there’s literally a vampire on the loose.

Jaehyun had given enough credit for the students and hunters in this Academy that he’d forgotten how vapid their likes could be.

What now? he asked himself as he let his back fall to his mattress, his arm propped up on his forehead.

He’d been right all along. Juana is indeed hiding something from Y/N. Jaehyun’s head was full of scattered plans but his fury remained undeterred. He needs to plan something— anything. If it was his life on the line, he wouldn’t think twice about killing the witch and that hunter Eva. But it’s you. And somehow, that makes it more frustrating.

You need this. For your murdered parents. You have been waiting for this chance all your life. Jaehyun would kill himself before ruining this opportunity for you. If he could only do something about Hubert, to make him fucking talk, Jaehyun knows that he would go to the ends of the world to do it— for you.

And when did he start thinking this way? When did his chest start aching by the sight of you? As if you are the one star in his rather dark skies, and that he couldn’t reach you no matter hard he tries.

Jaehyun bolted upright as swiftly as a cat, then ran a hand through his hair. He wouldn’t be able to think straight if he keeps thinking about you. With a frown, Jaehyun grabbed his cigarette pack on his drawer and lit one. Blowing smoke from his mouth, Jaehyun sat back on one of the soft couches and started to dwell in his other thoughts instead.

—

The day had worn you out to frazzle that all you could think about was to lay on your bed and get cozy in the sheets. Drying your hair with a towel, you walked and sat on your mattress, while Rhianon once again focused herself on reading her Book of Enchantments and Magic.

The golden embossing of the title against the velvety crimson cover never failed to entice you. You weren’t one for magic, but by the luring looks of the cover, you wanted to ask Rhianon about the words written on it.

“What’s your favorite enchantment, Rhianon?” you asked out-of-the-blue.

She seemed surprised by your question that she accidentally closed the book all of a sudden. “Oh, I… well… this might freak you out— but I like the enchantment where you could put back a missing part of a person’s body.”

Something inside you clicked. But you couldn’t put a finger to what it was. You furrowed your brows in scrutiny. “That’s so cool. Have you ever tried it?”

Rhianon sighed, “Uh… no. They said it is reckless. Especially when the person is already dead.” Then her face lit up as she looked at you. “But I wanna try it someday. You know… just to see the extent of my abilities.”

“Your abilities?” you asked. What abilities?

Rhianon blinked, clearly surprised by her own sentence.

Uncertainty creeped up in your chest. You weren’t dumb to wave off her statement. There is something she’s not telling you. Gods, is everyone in this Academy has their own secrets that they don’t tell anyone?

“I… I mean— oh! There’s someone knocking!” She threw the book to her bed before standing and bolting towards the door.

You stared at her back, your own thoughts suddenly disheveled. Then her little squeal broke you out from your trance.

“Your vampire boy’s here!” she exclaimed, opening the door wider for you to see Jaehyun standing on the doorway.

Your chest started to shrink on its own by the sight of him. Suddenly, you felt as if you were back in the woods and sparing with Jaehyun again. His unearthly scent weaving its way through your nostrils as if it left a permanent mark in there because of the proximity you shared with each other earlier.

“Uh, Y/N? He’s waiting?” Rhianon voiced out while nervously looking at the standing vampire.

“Oh, yes,” you mirthlessly chuckled. Pinching your arm to get a grip of your thoughts, you sauntered up to the door to face the leaning vampire on the doorframe.

You shot up a brow. “What are you doing here?”

“What’s with that expression?” He reached out to tangle the edges of your hair with his fingers. “Didn’t you miss me?”

Rhianon let out a suppressed scream behind you. You turned to face and glare at her. She straightened before scurrying back to her own bed.

Jaehyun was still playing with your hair when you swatted his hand away with a frown. “I told you, boys aren’t allowed here,” you said with a sigh.

“Let’s not pretend that you’re not enthralled to see me here.”

“I am not.”

Jaehyun grinned before wrapping his hand around your wrist gently. “Liar,” he said before pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

Heat crept up to your cheeks, you were glad for the darkness as it had successfully hidden your crimson cheek. With a last look at the reading Rhianon, you closed the door behind you.

You cleared your throat. “Okay, what’s this?”

“We’re going to train,” he simply stated. As if the moon wasn’t on its full glory in the heavens, and as if the students’ curfew won’t ring anytime sooner.

“Jaehyun,” you sighed, coaxing whatever patience you have inside you, “It’s nine p.m., please let me rest.”

“Do you want to be the greatest hunter of all?” he asked while wiggling his brows. His current expression has extremely juxtaposed his aura, that you would’ve chuckled if not for the fatigue sticking to your bones.

You deadpanned, “To be honest? I don’t. I just went here in hopes that I could—”

“Do you want to learn how to punch Eva straight in her—”

“Yes.”

Jaehyun chuckled, “That’s my girl.” Jaehyun took advantage of your astonished and blushing face and successfully guided you towards the railings. He leaned closer to your ear, arm still wrapped around you. “First lesson, learn how to jump.”

By looking at the ground below you, you wiggled yourself free from his grasp. “Are you nuts?”

Once again, a deep throaty chuckle resonated with him. “I’m kidding, of course. Just ride me— I mean, ride on my back.”

Ride me. You weren’t so sure if you’d survive this night without your lungs giving out.

“Don’t act so surprised, Y/N. There’s a process to that.”

“To what?”

“To ride me.”

“You’re disgusting.” You turned on your heel and walked away. But Jaehyun grabbed your arm once again.

“Please, kitten, don’t blush.” Jaehyun quickly placed her arm on your back, while his other scooped you up in a bridal style.

“What—! Jaehyun! Let me go!”

He shook his head, “I don’t think I could do that.”

You have no idea how he did it while carrying you, but Jaehyun had managed to climb on the cemented railings. You craned your neck and saw the strands of his hair brushing the roof of the floor.

Without any warnings, Jaehyun jumped. You wrapped your arms around his neck while screwing your eyes shut. The scream forced its way to your throat, but you refused to make any sound and have Jaehyun to tease you after you land.

It took him seconds to land on the hard ground. His body bounced slightly by the impact of his toes on the earth. Then he guided you to stand up on your feet.

Catching a gulp of air for your decrepit lungs, you slapped Jaehyun’s arm. “What was that?” you gasped.

Jaehyun rubbed his chest with a painful expression. “Damn, you are strong.”

You snorted, “Why are we here? I swear Jaehyun, if the guards see us, I’m gonna kill you.”

Jaehyun walked in front of you, purposely waving his hands for more dramatics. “As I’ve said, we’re here to practice your legs and your emotions.”

“Emotions and… legs?” you dubiously asked. “This is not what I am thinking, right?”

His playful façade swiftly turned into that of a predator as he stared at your face. “Why? What are you thinking?”

Jaehyun’s face was clouded in darkness as he stood under the moon. All his ludic emotions vanished instantly, replaced by the mystery that was inside his bones until kingdom comes.

You were reminded then that you wouldn’t understand Jaehyun no matter how hard you try. Both of you are different creatures pretending to co-exist in a cruel world. A world that forbids intimacy between a human and a vampire.

“Torture,” you answered with a nervous chuckle. “I meant you could torture my emotions and my legs, you know.”

“Why would I torture you?” he rasped. Little emotions adorned his voice. It was almost indecipherable, but it was there.

“I was just kidding! Let’s get this over with now, shall we?” You started to walk ahead of him. Agitation filled your chest without any reason at all. Jaehyun silently trailed behind you, until you reached the edge of the woods.

Crickets sang in the darkness. And the hooting owls were obscured by the lush fronds of trees. A shiver ran through you as the crisp wind caressed your body. It whispered to the branches, making them bend and elicit sounds as if they were snapping.

“Alright,” Jaehyun spoke behind you. “When I tell you to run, run as fast as you can Y/N.”

“What do you—” Your voice was cut off by the animalistic snarl he echoed. You pivoted on your heel to witness Jaehyun as he elongated his fangs, the red tinge on his pupils stark against the night. Like the embers of a cigarette.

“Run.”

With your heart in your throat, you whirled and ran towards the woods and into its danger. As the fallen branches snapped underneath your feet, you chanced a look at Jaehyun. His stature was turning smaller as you ran farther away from him. But he remained standing there, watching you disappear into the maze of trees.

All of a sudden, Jaehyun ran towards you. Your eyes widened in mortification. You could hear your heart pounding in your chest as you run and run deeper into the heart of the forest. The thought of a vampire chasing you kindled your adrenaline. It forced out a strength from your legs you didn’t know you possessed.

Jaehyun was near. You could feel him. Perspiration drenched your clothes. The fear inside your chest is raging like a wild animal. As the sweats dripped down your lashes, blurring your line of sight, you failed to notice the rock protruding from the ground. You hit its hard surface with your toes then you went tumbling down the earth.

For three times, your body rolled off the soil. You only closed your eyes, waiting for something to hit your head and kill you afterwards. But all you could feel was the dust and the dried leaves sticking to your sweaty skin.

“Oh, fuck,” you cried. Literal tears streamed down your face as you felt the defeat and the aching of your bones.

You remained lying on the ground while covering your face with your palms. You failed to see Jaehyun as he crouched beside you.

“Get up,” he said while nudging your shoulders.

That simple gesture was enough to irate you. You sat up despite the pain in your bones and glared at Jaehyun. “What was that for?” you sniffed.

“I needed to see if you could outrun a vampire,” he explained. He stood up and offered you a hand. You gave it a hard look before standing up on your own.

“That’s madness, Jaehyun.” And I was so scared, you wanted to add. But the stubborn part of you refused to acknowledge that. You had enough of Eva reminding you the same thing for hours, you didn’t need any reminder now.

“To you. But if you’re running for your life, and there’s a vampire trailing behind you, what would you do? Would you stumble on your feet and cry on the ground like what you did just now?”

You padded the dusty part of your skin and clothes. The dust from the ground has turned muddy already. It took all your willpower not to dash Jaehyun’s head because of it. You shouldn’t have said yes to this folly.

While watching you as you dust off yourself, Jaehyun added, “And you’re scared.”

“I am not,” you lied.

“You are. I could still taste your fear in the air.”

You rolled your eyes in exasperation. “Whatever. I want to go back.” Your statement was followed by a hiss, as you felt a sharp pain on your elbow. You folded your arms to see a large scrape of wound on the skin.

Jaehyun took your arm softly, while he reached for his back pocket to reveal a kerchief. In all his hard edges, you didn’t expect the softness of the way he dabbed the fabric to clean your skin around the wound. “Alright, I’m sorry for this. I shouldn’t have scared you like that.”

Your heart did its unusual thudding as you stared at his face while he leaned closer to inspect your wound. His pallid features was illuminated by the moonlight, making him more eccentric than he already was. The blood pigment of his lips was ever the only color in his rather dead-looking face. But how is he so beautiful being half-dead like that?

You immediately looked away when Jaehyun looked up to you.

“I have something to tell you,” he said.

Trepidation quickly settled in your chest like a boulder. “What is it?”

Jaehyun kept the kerchief to his back pocket before guiding the small of your back towards a clearing. You have a hard time seeing the path now that your nerves had calmed down. Then you saw it. It was a space of green bermuda grass at the other side of the woods. It provides enough privacy and tranquility to whatever Jaehyun has in his pockets to say to you.

Unfortunately, there were no stars twinkling in the skies when you looked up. Only the moon and the thick clouds could be seen in the heavens.

“It’s about the witch, and her hunters,” he began as he sat on the grass.

You did the same. “What about them?”

“I heard them talking earlier. About you.”

“What did they say about me?”

He gave you a look that pierced right to your soul. “She has no plans to help you, Y/N. To really help you. She thinks of you as a collateral damage.” Then he furrowed his brows. “Have you told anyone of your true intentions for joining this Academy?”

Your throat suddenly felt dry. “Lucas and Madame knows, of course.”

Jaehyun cursed as he ran a hand through his face. “I should’ve— fuck— she knows, then. Eva.”

How did she know? No, it was obvious who told her. But why would Madame tell her about it? When it was confidentially between you, Lucas, Jaehyun, and her only?

“That’s why she’s bitching. She knows she’s better and more capable than me,” you scorned, “And what about the collateral damage?”

“Eva wanted to finish the job for herself. But Juana refused and told her she needed Eva alive.”

You frowned. “But she’s willing to sacrifice my life.” You couldn’t believe it. There wasn’t a trace of sadness in you. Somehow, you have anticipated for this to happen ever since Jaehyun talked to you yesternight. Oh, how easily things are lining up. “They don’t believe in me,” you stated through clenched jaw.

You feel more insulted than hurt. What are you? What does your life means to them? Not because they are witches and hunters doesn’t mean your life is worthless than theirs.

You let out a deep breath, “We need plan B.”

“The plan B is that I’m getting you out of here, Y/N,” Jaehyun stated with a spirit that blew you out of proportion.

As much as the offer was enticing, you couldn’t will yourself to assent. “No.”

Jaehyun quirked a brow. “No?”

“No. I’m not leaving.”

Jaehyun worked his jaw then he moved his body closer to yours. “Listen, Y/N, those fuckers think of you as a bait. No more, no less. I’ve heard them myself—”

You reached for his hands. “I need to train myself.”

“I could teach you. You know I’m better than most of them anyways.”

By that, you chuckled, “Yes. But I need Juana’s protection.”

“Thank fuck I could protect you myself,” he countered.

You hated to say it, you truly do. But if you don’t, Jaehyun would only insist on getting you out of the Academy. “Not from Alena,” you smiled bitterly.

Realization dawned on Jaehyun’s face. His determined expression turned lax. But he knows it, too. However hell-bent he could be on protecting you from anyone else, he won’t be able to guard you against the vampire primus who turned him. He is a vampire now. And he must abide to their law if he doesn’t wish to be dead.

You tightened your grip on his hands. “But it’s alright. I understand. I truly do.” Blowing out a shuddering breath, you chuckled tonelessly, “Just… let me do this. This is the only way.”

Jaehyun’s hand strayed to your cheek. The intimacy of his touch blurring all your senses. “Alright. I know you’re doing this for your parents. In the meantime, we’ll pretend that we know nothing. We’ll find a way to make Hubert talk.”

You heedlessly leaned in to his touch. His hand was cold, but it warmed your body nonetheless. Gods, since when did your body started reacting this way around Jaehyun? “You said… Hubert has no tongue…” you began. Jaehyun nodded. “Where is his tongue, then?”

Jaehyun’s hand fell to his side as he let the memories swept his focus on the real world. “Well, there is a rumor going on back then. That he purposely cut his tongue out. But I don’t believe it. I think someone cut it to withhold anyone from knowing informations from Hubert.”

“Wait… so, let’s say someone cut off his tongue. How could Juana make him talk, then?”

“Through magic, perhaps. Or…” Jaehyun’s lips turned into a frown, “She could put his tongue back.”

She could put his tongue back. You furrowed your brows. You were certain that you have heard about body parts being put together by an enchantment— Rhianon!

As if a thousand ants crawled to your back as you shivered at the realization. Your eyes widen, then you took Jaehyun’s face with your hands. “I— my roommate! Jaehyun, she knows how to do that!”

Jaehyun’s face didn’t share the same excitement. “Only witches could do that, Y/N. Are you saying that your roommate is a witch?”

Your body felt leaden as you leaned back, losing your hold on his face. “No. She… she’s just really interested in magic. But perhaps she could help?”

“If the both of you are willing. You said you don’t want anyone else knowing your true reasons for coming here.”

A heavy sigh. “Yes. And I don’t think I could trust her just yet.”

This time, it’s Jaehyun who took your face with his hands as he searched for your eyes. “C’mon, don’t frown. We’ll find a way. Together.”

The rawness of his emotions moved you. It’s unbelievable to think that the same man who stood bloodied on your doorstep currently looks at you like that. You could almost tell the stories hidden underneath his eyes by how bold he lays himself tonight with you.

“Reading faces?” you chuckled to ease the swirling of your stomach.

Jaehyun didn’t let go of your face as he spoke, “Only yours.” Then his eyes cascaded down your lips.

Vampires do not breathe. So you didn’t feel his breath before his lips collided with yours. You let your eyes fall shut as you kissed him back. This isn’t your first kiss. But everytime his lips would touch yours, the feeling of being kissed for the first time always washes through you. It’s always anew. As if something didn’t want you to get used to it.

Jaehyun’s lips moved with ease against yours. As if he has already memorized the plains and bumps of your lips. He kisses you as if he has been doing it all his life. His tongue slid inside your mouth, tasting the crevices of the flesh inside.

Under the moon, the both of you fought for dominance. The wind billowed, sweeping a cold touch to the burning kiss you shared. Yet no amount of distraction could stop Jaehyun from tasting you.

You would destroy him, and he would let you.

To hell with the ramifications. And to hell with the forbidden love this intimacy would bear. Not even the death that reeks inside him could stop him from wanting you.

Jaehyun’s hands strayed inside your clothes. His every touch burns your skin, leaving your teat tingling and puckering. As if he could feel the desire between the both of you, he easily unhooked your bra and caught your right breast with his left hand.

Jaehyun circled your teat with his thumb, earning a gasp from you against the kiss. He chuckled before trailing kisses down your jaw, all while playing with the hardened teat.

A slick and thick liquid threatens to slide from your sex by his penetration. As if his vampire instinct could sense every bit of arousal from your body, Jaehyun leaned in to your ear and spoke, “Is that for me?”

You groaned. It was silly, because it was obvious. But the desire you were feeling couldn’t help but double by the question.

Tonight, he would own you. And you would let him.

He laid you down the soppy grass, his lips never leaving yours, his hands still leaving permanent marks in your soul.

Jaehyun, with both his swiftness and strength, he had managed to pull down your pajamas to your knees, revealing the lace underwear you were wearing.

You should cover yourself again. You should put an end to this folly. You should cut the feelings before it could bloom into something you won’t be able to control. But as the chill of the night crawled to your exposed skin, you let Jaehyun marvel at your body.

Jaehyun pulled away, then he slowly opened his eyes. Whatever blood he has in his body, they crept up in his lips as it turned swollen.

Your body was lucid and blurry from the desire. However, you refused to pounce on him like a wild animal. Somehow, you wanted to taste every bit of the moment.

His own desire mirrored in his eyes. Without any warning, Jaehyun swiftly pulled your underwear to the side and plunged a finger inside you. The gasp you emitted was too breathy, for a moment you were afraid for your lungs.

Carnality dances in his eyes as he slowly moves his fingers inside you. Your slickness is undeniable because of his penetration.

You shut your eyes. “Jaehyun.”

His hand rested above your head while he caressed strands of your hair. “Open your eyes and look at me,” he commanded. The virility of his voice made you open your eyes, so languidly as if to taunt his arousal even more.

You tried to hold his stare as he curled his fingers and deepened his reach. As if he wants to acquire something inside your flesh. Your stomach caved in as his fingers went faster. You writhe and you thrash when he pressed his thumb on your clitoris. A wave of signals tighten your lower abdomen, your arousal screaming for release.

He plunged his finger deeper, all while circulating your clitoris with his thumb. Jaehyun curled his finger inside you. “Jae— Jaehyun!” you whined against the woods behind you, and the stretch of grass in front. There were no stars in the skies, but you were certain you saw white lights bursting as you felt the climax washing through you like some sort of a wave.

Satisfaction was in the eyes of the vampire as your body went lax on the grass. He trailed open-mouthed kisses around your cheek and the sides of your face.

“Let’s stand up,” he offered.

A different person replaced you as your forehead creased in confusion. “We’re not… we’re not doing it?”

If he could blink from astonishment, he would. What did you just say? Crimson painted your cheeks as his face softened. “Do you want us to?”

The wanting overcame all your senses. And you found out that you really do want to do it with him. As your clitoris once again pulsated from the notion, you nodded sheepishly. “Yes,” you breathed.

A tinge of red flashed in his eyes then it was gone in an instant as he shuffled his pants off. The reality of being in an open field, half-naked and waiting for a vampire to fuck you senseless somewhat obliterated the humanness inside you. You reached for Jaehyun as he lined himself up to your entrance and gave him a sloppy kiss. The head of his length touched your inner thighs, you jolted through the kiss from the contact.

A throaty laugh echoed through him as he lined himself once again to enter your sex. Jaehyun pulled away, an inch from your face. “How do you wanna be fucked?”

Your breath hitched as the desire drove a velvety punch in your gut. “Hard,” you answered. Jaehyun made a noise, somewhat between a groan and a guttural sound, before he entered you with smoothness and with ease.

Both of your mouths turned into o’s by the friction. Jaehyun placed your legs on his shoulder as he began to thrust in and out of you slowly.

“What… what is it?” you asked as you noticed the way his brows were furrowed.

Jaehyun looked at your eyes while he tried to thrust deeper. “You… fuck, you’re so tight.” Your mouth opened up to say something, but Jaehyun moved his hips to fully own your sex. Instead of a word, a cry sounded from you as he hit something sensitive inside.

It was indeed an uncomfortable position: with your pajama covering his lips. But Jaehyun tolerated no distraction as he mercilessly moved his hips in and out of your sex. You fisted a handful of grass with your palms, nails grating on the soil. Gods, you wanted to shout.

You bounced as Jaehyun continued to fuck you, balls-deep against the grass. His own throat emanating throaty moans, which added to the climax building up to your abdomen.

The night was unforgiving. So is he.

His pupils dilated, then it turned red as he pulled his length from your sex and spilled all his semen on your stomach. The warm liquid soaked your thin t-shirt, sticking to the fabric like a thick wax of white substance.

Jaehyun forced his mind to think again. But he was shrouded with absolute pleasure upon seeing how your clothes sipped his semen.

You did it. With him. Under the moon. And on the stretch of grass as far as the eyes could see.

You were only a girl, in a little town, with your scattered dreams and unrealistic goal in life. But tonight, you had sex with a vampire. You didn’t know how to process such mind-sweeping reality.

Jaehyun took care of you. He gently helped you put on your undergarments before he settled himself. After a few minutes of steadying the rhythm of your heart, with Jaehyun placing back the strands of hair behind your ear, you sat on the grass in silence.

“What do you feel?” you decided to ask.

Jaehyun is a vampire, yes. But he had been human once. You didn’t want to presume anything about his human life before, but with that kind of beauty for sure comes a great deal of girls behind him. He certainly knew how to please you, how to make sure he owned every inch of you. And that’s not something a beginner knows how to do.

“That was amazing,” he grinned. “It’s not something I’ve ever felt before.”

Without asking the question, he already knew the answer. A small and proud part of you wanted to know whether being with you, and being inside you illuminated something new to him. And it’s fulfilling to know that you did.

“But I am wondering,” he chuckled lowly, “I don’t know if this is my arousal getting a hold of all my vampire instincts, but, I couldn’t read your mind.”

The world stilled. And you have found out that you couldn’t answer. The dryness of your throat intensified.

“I…” you stutter.

Jaehyun raised a brow. “You, what?”

“I… I told Madame to block you off from infiltrating my mind.” Then you bit your lower lip in shame. You shouldn’t feel this way, right? It’s only right to take precautions. And he was not allowed to read your thoughts.

Jaehyun’s face grew vacant but it spoke volumes to you. “Don’t you trust me enough for your thoughts?”

You quickly waved your hand in defense. “No, it’s not like that— I just don’t want you to invade my mind.”

His expression remained eerie and impassive as he looked at you. “I didn’t invade your mind, Y/N. Not once.”

What? You knitted your brows. “But… what about the times—”

“Your thoughts were too loud. I heard them as if you were speaking to me with your own voice. Never once did I infiltrate your privacy and forced my way to your head.” He stood up and padded his breaches. “Come, let’s get you back to your room.”

Unable to process words, you remained sitting. The warmth from the intercourse you shared was now replaced by the coldness. But the wind didn’t provide such cold. It was in you, from you.

“Jaehyun,” you called out to him. But he didn’t turn as he entered the woods.

—

Rhianon turned the page of her book, but she found out that she couldn’t process the words printed out on the parchment. The memory of you as you carefully inquired questions and with Rhianon almost spilling her true self failed to vanished in her mind.

She still didn’t know your intention for being here in this Academy, but she would, soon. She needed to know if you could be trusted. She needs to make sure that you are not one of Juana’s tentacles.

She fastened the book shut as three knocks resonated from the door. Glancing at the wallclock hanging on your side of the wall that read as eleven fifteen p.m., she sauntered up to the door.

She veered the doorknob and swung the door widely. “Welcome bac—” Rhianon’s words died as she took in the face of the man in front of him. Tears easily seared the back of her eyes as she jumped and hugged the man. “Sicheng!”

Sicheng chuckled and hugged her back. “How are you?” he asked in her hair.

Rhianon pulled away and wiped the tears from her cheeks before answering, “Worse.”

“Let’s get inside,” Sicheng stated while looking at his left and right.

They both entered the room. Then Sicheng halted as he saw the other bed as pillows and blanket occupied it. “Who’s with you?”

“She’s not here,” Rhianon sniffed.

“Juana gave you a roommate?” Sicheng raised a brow as Rhianon led him towards her own bed.

Rhianon shrugged. “Still asking myself why. But why are you here? It’s dangerous.”

“Alena—” Sicheng chuckled by the look Rhianon gave her, but he continued on, “She commanded me to find someone. And I’ve decided to start here so I could visit you. How have you been?”

She knew not to ask about the mission. Sicheng would tell her nothing. Rhianon slumped herself back on her bed, while Sicheng sat beside her. “I don’t know. Juana still refused teach me anything.”

By her statement, Sicheng’s own expression hardened. Rhianon never fails to be astounded by the pale features of the man beside her. It’s been years— too many years— but the bleached face of Sicheng and his too-red lips still leaves her in wonder. Why do vampires look like that?

“You know why,” Sicheng answered.

Rhianon frowned. “Enough talking about me—”

“We didn’t even talk about you, Rhi,” Sicheng deadpanned. “Tell me about your roommate.”

Rhianon gathered her forgotten book on the mattress and played with its embossing while thinking of proper words to answer. “Well, she’s kind and nice. But I’m still skeptical about her. I’ve been alone in this room for years— then Juana barged in and told me to clean up because apparently, there’s someone coming.”

“It’s only right for you to be skeptical. Be wary of Juana and her plans. You know how cunning that woman could be.”

Rhianon punched Sicheng’s arm lightly. “You talk as if she’s not your mother.”

Impassiveness laced Sicheng’s following words, “She’s not. Tell me, does she still insist to avenge me?”

The woman sighed, “I think so.”

Sicheng let out a curse. “You must talk and tell her to fuck off already.”

“And be casted out from here? I don’t think so,” Rhianon snorted. “I need her guidance to become a witch.”

“You are a witch. You inherited her blood.”

Rhianon knew that if she spoke the same words to Sicheng, he would only brush it off like it was some kind of a dirty statement he wished not to hear again. But for Sicheng to say that to Rhianon, it was… heart-warming.

“I am. But I know next to nothing. I have never even casted a spell yet.”

Sicheng reached out and took her hand. “I believe in you. You know that, right?”

Rhianon breathed. It’s been a while since she heard those words. When it comes to boosting her spirit, Sicheng remained unparalleled. “I know. And I think you’re the only one who does.”

“As long as I live, I will vouch for you.” Sicheng suddenly shifted, as if the air whispered on his vampiric ears. Rhianon sat upright, suddenly nervous of what did the man pick up. “Someone’s coming,” he hissed.

“Oh my, it’s my roommate.” She bolted to her feet, Sicheng copying her movement.

“I must go,” he pronounced, “While they’re still climbing the stairs.”

“Alright, come,” Rhianon stated as she pulled Sicheng’s wrist towards the door. “You could sprint away from here since you’re a vampire.”

Sicheng opened the door and pressed his lips to Rhianon’s head. “Take care of yourself. I’ll visit whenever I can.”

Rhianon nodded. “I will. You too, brother.”

When she blinked, Sicheng was gone.

—

Silence dominated the walk back to the dorms. Jaehyun was four paces ahead of you, and you didn’t bother to run after him. If he needed time to think, you would give it to him.

But you must admit, how things went downhill in the blink of an eye left a painful throbbing in your heart. Mere minutes ago, you were making love with him. And now both of you act as if you didn’t know each other’s name. Somehow, it had leached your bones to utter exhaustion.

You didn’t even notice that you were already climbing the stairs up to your room when you almost tripped over one of the steps. Gripping the railings tight, while your heart jumped in your chest, you glanced at Jaehyun who was already on his way to the fourth stair. Stubbornness made its way to your brain, whispering things such as: Why is he angry? It’s just right to block someone from infiltrating your mind. It’s called privacy! But you must also admit that you’d feel and act the same if you were on his shoes.

You stood straight and walked with forced dignity until you reached your doorstep. “Thank you, for tonight—”

But he already pressed his palm on the cemented railings and jumped.

So frustrating! You tugged on your hair before entering your room. Rhianon was splayed on her bed and snoring loudly when you entered. You shook your head while chuckling lightly, guessing that the question you have for her could wait until tomorrow.

A sigh went past your lips as you felt the tiredness seeping in your system. You badly wanted to sleep. But the sweat and the scent of sex still lingers on your skin. You turned on your heel and decided to shower instead.

As the cool water cascaded down your body, you couldn’t help but blush as you remembered Jaehyun’s hands. The way he kissed your lips, and the way he played with your teat. The memory made your clitoris throb in arousal.

Underneath his touch, you felt powerful. Like there wasn’t anything in this world who could take the power from you. He made you feel something— someone who isn’t exactly you. You gripped both your breasts as you felt the phantom of his hard length pushing in inside you. And you weren’t certain whether the liquid that has cascaded down your legs was from the shower or your sex.

“Fuck,” you muttered as you shook your body like a dog that has emerged from the water. This is weird, you whispered.

Jaehyun is a vampire. You are a human. There isn’t a happy ending to this story. But why do you dare to think that there might be?

—

Jaehyun couldn’t take it anymore. The reek of this vampire trailing behind him was too much for his sensitive sense of smell. So he snapped his head towards the shadow and bared his fangs. “Show yourself, boy.”

From the shadows emerged someone Jaehyun had learned how to trust when he became a vampire. “Sicheng? What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too, Jung.” The other vampire saluted lightly, before reaching out his hand to Jaehyun. The latter took his hand and then clapped his back. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Jaehyun kept his hands to his pockets. “Me, neither. Why are you here?”

“Alena sent me to find you.”

Jaehyun turned his back towards his friend. He never wanted to hear that name, now that his irritation could reach the roof of this Academy. “Tell her to fuck off.”

Sicheng snorted, but he trailed behind his friend nonetheless. “Why are you here?”

Jaehyun shrugged, as if the answer to that question could be spotted in his body language alone. “Protecting someone here.”

“Protecting?” Sicheng dubiously asked, “A hunter?”

“Get it over with, Sicheng. What do you want?” Jaehyun whirled on his comrade again when they reached the pathway through the building where his bedroom was located.

“She wants you to escort her to the coming ball. You know how it is. Everyone knows you’re engaged.”

He worked his jaw before placing a hand on Sicheng’s shoulder. “I’m not marrying her. So for the last time, tell her to fuck off because I don’t want the marriage.” Then he turned on his heel, but before he could walk away, Sicheng voiced out something which drew Jaehyun in a halt.

“I could smell her in you, Jung.”

Jaehyun felt his muscles tensed. Without facing his friend, he asked, “Who?”

“A girl. She’s here. As much as I want to, you know I couldn’t withhold information from Alena.”

Of course. Jaehyun knew that. It was Alena who turned Sicheng. She had her hand wrapped around his throat, and he was spinning on her fingers.

Jaehyun has no idea about Sicheng’s life when he was a human, but he somewhat understood what he must be feeling— being controlled against your will.

He ran a hand through his face. “I would kill for her, Sicheng.” Aghast by the truth of his own words, Jaehyun felt as if he was struck by lightning. He was truly willing to defy all odds— to defy Alena— for you. And if it comes to that, he knows he is willing to die for you, too.

“And Alena would kill her for you.”

Jaehyun wanted to shout. He wanted to throw and break things. But he willed himself to stay calm, because no hunter in this Academy would be able to stop his wrath if he succumbed to it. Yet he didn’t want to beg. He didn’t want to beg for Sicheng to keep the reality of you away from his Primus. From Jaehyun’s Primus and fiancée.

“Let it go, Jung. If you think you could protect her by staying at her side, you know you’re mistaken,” Sicheng added, “The best way to keep her safe is to leave her alone.”

With that, Jaehyun spun so fast— hands clenched into fist— and attempted to punch Sicheng in the face. But the vampire was gone before he could do exactly just that. With a clenched fist, Jaehyun stared at the miniscule tornado in the sand from where Sicheng once stood.

—

Your eyelids were heavy with something wet— wet and thick and coppery to the smell. What is that? You whispered as you slowly opened your eyes. The first thing you saw was the ceiling of plain white above you.

Where am I? Your body felt dense. Wet. Cold. It took you a moment to realize that you were in a bathtub. What? Questions filled your mind as you roamed your eyes around you. The walls are white. The ceiling is white. The tub you were in was white. You failed to see the furnitures and Rhianon’s bed wherever you look.

Your lower body was deep in the water. Your hair was soaked with something sticky that doesn’t feel like water. Then you tried to stand up. But your body was glued to the tub with an invisible adhesive.

All of this doesn’t make any sense. You could still recall the way you dried your hair before climbing on your bed and falling into oblivion the moment you closed your eyes.

How did you end up here?

Someone whispered. You craned your neck to see no one behind you. It was painful to tug your hands from the tub, as if your skin is peeling off as you pull.

“Help, help us,” they whispered. “Please, help us.” They sounded as if they were choking.

Your eyes grew frantic as someone— no, two bodies— emerged from nowhere. Their faces were obscured by how distant they were from you. But they slowly drew closer and closer.

You fought the urge to scream when you recognized their faces. They were your parents. With their necks slit open and blood gushing down from it.

“Help us.” They reached out their bloodied fingers to you.

A phantom hand wrapped itself around your neck. It was so hard to breathe.

“Mom, Dad,” you choked. “I— I’m trying my best— I—”

Then their faces crumpled. Their mouths widened as they scream at you. “You can’t save us!”

“I can! Mom! Dad! I can!”

You felt someone leaning closer to your ear. Then a whisper, “You can’t save them.”

As if someone drop an ink to the water, it slowly turned red. You could perceive the way the crimson color crawled and occupied the once crystal clear surface of the water. Then you were soaked in blood. Everywhere you look, there is blood.

“You can’t even save yourself,” the voice whispered again.

No. It wasn’t someone. Because when you turn your head to the side to face the voice, the bloodied face of Jaehyun greeted you.

“Jaehyun?”

You jolted awake the same time the rooster cackled. The first thing you did was to look around you frantically. Rhianon was there, snoring loudly. Then you touched your eyelids, there wasn’t blood. You are here, you are alive.

But that gave you little to no comfort.

Nightmares once dominated your every sleep when you were a kid. It was predominant in the year your parents had died. But it’s been years since you have had them. What business do they have to be showing up now?

From the darkness that covered the skies, you realized that it was still gloaming. You debated whether to go back to sleep, but you were afraid of the possibility of another nightmare. The look on your parents’ face, as if they were in absolute agony, pierced your heart with a hundred needles the size of your arm. You won’t survive to witness it the second time.

Instead of lying back to the bed, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table and tried to occupy your brain of different posts from the internet.

Haechan posted a picture together with Mark on his bedroom, with a caption that says: Y/N’s probably fuming that she couldn’t be with us tonight.

He was mistaken. You aren’t fuming. You are crying. Warm tears slid down your face as you looked at their picture. They are the only thing that tethers you to the real world. And that world feels as if it is slowly fading away like thin smoke.

You left a comment and decided to send your brother a simple message about your day. Wherever you are, Johnny, I hope you’re fine. Because I am not.

It’s been… what? Three days? Not even a week that you have been here and you felt as if the goal to discover the vampire who murdered your parents was too impossible to attain.

No. You cannot simply falter now. You have to keep making yourself stronger to attain Juana’s protection. And the thing about Hubert… you need to talk to Rhianon and convince her to help you. In all of this chaos, your goal to kill Alena remains undeterred.

You sat back on the bed and stared at Rhianon’s sleeping frame. What are you hiding from me, Rhi? Her book of enchantments silently lies beside her. It is her favorite book, no doubt. For a moment, you wanted to reach out and pick and read it. But it felt wrong somehow— as if the action would intrude on her privacy.

As you have no idea on what to do, and you refused to dwell on the memories of Jaehyun, you sat your back on the mattress while staring at the canopy, thinking about your nightmare and abour everything that you need to think. Until Rhianon shifted and sat on her bed.

She was wide-eyed while taking in your awoken state. “Didn’t know you’re a morning person,” she said as she stretched her limbs.

“I am not. I just had an awful nightmare and couldn’t go back to sleep because of it,” you sheepishly stated before sitting upright on your bed, back resting on the headboard.

“That sucks. And I’m afraid the breakfast would also suck. This Academy doesn’t even allow us to eat sausages,” she grimaced, “Breakfast, lunch, and dinner— it’s all the same and I’m so tired of—”

You cut her off, “Rhianon, I have something to ask you.”

She was still stretching her limbs when you cut her off, causing her arms to froze midair. “What is it?” She must have seen the gravity in your eyes for the first sliver of earnestness slipped past her lips.

“Are you a witch?” You felt awful asking the question. It was as if concluding a person’s sexuality. And that’s offensive. But you truly couldn’t waste time. Apologies would go after Rhianon’s answer.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well… your books, things—” You screw your lips shut as Jaehyun’s voice whispered in your ear.

If the both of you are willing, he said. Are you? Are you prepared to strip naked all your secrets?

Before continuing, you gulped, “Because I need a witch’s help.”

Rhianon’s eyes bore into yours, scrutinizing your façade, as if she would find the answer by looking at you alone. “Juana is a witch. You’re here because you need her help,” she concluded, “Knowing her, she won’t give what you want that easily. And you must’ve realized that she’s not willing to help you at all— that’s why you’re searching for alternatives.”

Words slipped out of your system. You felt as if the alphabet was nothing but jumbled lines of letters in your mind. “I,” you cleared your throat, “Well, that’s correct. Most of it are.”

Moments of taciturnity, then Rhianon leaned closer. “Why did you let her fool you?”

“I didn’t. She’s still willing to help me, but she’s also sacrificing me in the sense. I mean—” you groaned. The words won’t simply come out.

“Y/N, tell me everything. So I know if I could help you,” she uttered.

While rolling your lip with your teeth, you ran a hand through your hair. “My parents were killed by a vampire. I need to know who killed them. Then I met Jaehyun— who is a vampire— and he’s helping me to discover what really happened to my parents. We arrived at Juana’s gathering, and asked for her help. She’s willing— but I must kill Alena, first.”

It’s Rhianon’s turn to gape at you. Then her expression hardened. “That’s insane, Y/N. I understand it now. You’re here because she said you must train. For Alena—” Then a heavy, painful sigh, “It’s impossible. That Primus is almost untouchable. Even Lucas— who’s the best vampire hunter to ever exist after Diego— is nothing compared to Alena.”

“What should I do? It’s the only choice left. I must kill her so Juana would help me enchant Hubert.”

Her brows furrowed. “Who is Hubert?”

“He’s a ghost. A gravedigger of some sorts. Jaehyun and I visited him, to ask about the fate of my parents. Apparently, he knows everything about vampires and their victims especially when it happened in the cemetery,” you explained, catching your breath after, “But he has no tongue. So he couldn’t talk.”

Something spark in Rhianon’s eyes. Interest, you could tell. “Where’s his tongue?”

“I have no idea. But you said… you said you’re interested on how to put back body parts right?”

“I am interested, Y/N. But I didn’t say I could do it.”

“Please, Rhi. I need this.”

She sighed, “Y/N. What did you discover to change plans like this?”

“Jaehyun heard them talking. Juana, Eva, and Lucas. They were talking about me. Juana said I am only a collateral damage— probably a tester to know how powerful Alena is. Before she would dispatch Eva or Lucas to kill her.”

Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the bedsheets. “Of course. She would do that. And why does she want you to kill Alena?”

“To avenge her son, she says, whom Alena turned into a vampire.”

Rhianon ran her hand through her face. “Fuck.”

“Why? Why, Rhianon?”

She shook her head at you. “Nothing,” she sighed, “This is complicated, Y/N. And I don’t know if I could help you. But… but I will try.”

Happiness and gratitude swelled inside your heart. Everything is lining up according to your plan, at last. “Thank you, Rhianon.”

—

It’s been a week since you shared your secrets with Rhianon and until now, she didn’t know what to do with them. You have repleted her too much information that she has no idea how to jumble in her mind. Her brother is right— she should really talk to Juana.

It has been years since Sicheng was turned. He had accepted his fate with the whole of his heart. Rhianon found it hard to swallow either— the turning of her brother. It made her angry, it made her want to tear Alena herself, too. But as the saying goes that blood is thicker than water, Rhianon found herself embracing the new life his brother decided for himself.

Sicheng was born as a male witch. For the witches, it is an atrocity to give birth to a male. A male witch is nothing: no magic, no abilities. Sicheng bore no supernatural instincts in his system. That’s why the remaining witches tried to cast him out. Rhianon would never forget the blood coming out from Sicheng’s hundred wounds when the witches tried to kill him. With his mother standing in the sidelines, watching the torture of her own son.

Rhianon and her grandmother helped Sicheng escaped, but they didn’t anticipate him to run to the vampire Primus of Detritius clan. When Rhianon forced herself to ponder the reason of her brother’s action, she knew to her heart that she would’ve done the same to survive.

What is the point of all this? Is it really the unbelievable motherly affection in Juana’s heart? That’s why she insists to kill Alena for allegedly turning her son into a vampire? Or is it the shattered pride? Because her mortal enemy has her son?

Rhianon soothed her nerves before pushing the doors of Juana’s chamber open. The first thing she noticed was the stark white hair of Lucas, as he leaned closer to Juana, obviously talking to her about something. Yet Lucas’s mouth shut abruptly by the sound of the door swinging open.

“Rhianon,” he stated.

At normal times, Rhianon would’ve blushed and squeal to herself that Lucas called her name. But this isn’t normal times. And she needs to talk to Juana.

“Leave us, Lucas,” Juana commanded.

Lucas pressed a fist to his heart before departing the room, casting a lingering stare at Rhianon’s face.

“What do you want?” Juana leaned to her table, reading documents Rhianon knew made no sense to her at all.

Rhianon willed strength to her bones, authority in her voice. “Sicheng wants you to stop whatever you are doing to get him back.” There’s no point for segue-ways.

“Don’t talk to me about Sicheng.”

Rhianon remained standing to where she was. “Aren’t you tired? You need to stop this folly! He doesn’t want to come back!”

The wooden chair of Juana grated the floors as she forcefully stood up. “Get out.”

She walked towards the witch with her chin held up high. “Stop ruining other people’s lives for Sicheng. You failed him. Years ago.”

“He is my son! How dare you say that to me?!”

The fire from the fireplace ignited brighter by Juana’s rage. Rhianon should run and shut the door behind her before Juana does something both of them would regret. But she couldn’t move a finger. Running felt horrid somehow.

“He is your son no more! He stopped being your son when you let the witches torture him to death—!” A palm to the cheek. Again. Rhianon bit her lip, tongue catching the swell of blood from the side of her mouth.

Juana’s fury enveloped the room with a darkness that wasn’t perceived by the eyes, but rather felt in the marrow of the bones. “Watch where you’re going, Rhianon. If you don’t want me to send you back to where you belong.”

Her shoulders vibrated by the petulant chortle she echoed. “Go on. Send me back to the woods. As much as I can remember, you’re the one who’s responsible for my being here. Grandma’s dead, so you don’t have any choice but to take care of me— your only daughter.” The word taste bitter on her tongue, as if it was acid scorching her flesh. “Perplexing, isn’t it? I am the one who inherited your witch blood. But you refused to acknowledge that— over and over— because what? And why? Why do you torture me like this, mother?”

All the neglect, Rhianon swallowed. But some wounds truly couldn’t heal without a touch of the right medicine. The patches in her heart yearns for a mother’s touch. And her own mother doesn’t want to tend to that.

Juana flinched by the word ‘mother’. Rhianon saw it with her own eyes. She flinched because she’s failed doing that responsibility again and again. “Because I hate your face. You remind me of your worthless father. I hate looking at you—”

“No, mother.” Rhianon gritted her teeth. “You hate looking at me not because of my father: you hate looking at me because you see a witch so powerful she rivaled your abilities.”

With that, Juana laughed her witch laugh. Mocking. Sarcastic. “Come again, Rhianon? You? Rivaling my power?”

Rhianon fisted her hands. “Yes. You know it. There’s no one who would inherit the magic in your bones but me. And I could feel it running in my veins.” Her mother’s nostril flared, but Rhianon continued, “You refused to admit it yet, but your powers are dwindling. And I am becoming stronger. Know this mother,” Rhianon pinned the words, “I will be better than you.”

Juana’s knuckles turned white. Her words clipped with warning, “Get. Out.”

Rhianon pressed a fist to her heart. Before she could bow, Juana sweeped all the things off her table.

“GET OUT!” she roared.

A triumphant smile spread out on Rhianon’s lips. She’s forgotten all respects, she’s forgotten the defeat, as she smiled and pivoted on her heels— turning her back on her mother.

—

A week has gone by. The days were occupied by you swinging your fist and your feet, drawing a bowstring or throwing daggers at a straw man target. The progress was slow, but it was there. Lucas had made sure that you appreciate yourself at the every end of the day. And you did, despite Eva’s unending glares and insults.

Rhianon provided you another comfort in the strict and lonely atmosphere of the Academy. Every now and then, if the both of you weren’t tired to the bones, you would talk about your plans. She seemed open about the discussion, but she still didn’t give away too much information about herself.

You knew she’s a witch. She hasn’t denied it yet, and she hasn’t confirmed it either. The question is still there, hanging between the both of you.

As much as you wanted to read through her books, you forced yourself to calm down since you would never want to rush her. Or make her feel as if you are rushing her. There’s still time until the gathering. All you need to do is ground yourself until then.

And Jaehyun… well, he remained conspicuous in the comforts of his chamber. The nights that he didn’t visit you had become the loneliest nights of your life so far.

There was an ache whenever you would turn around because you thought he was following you. You had become used to his presence that it was as if he left something in the corner of your eyes— a phantom— for you to miss him even more than you could.

It was maddening: this stage of developing feelings. The first are always the butterflies in the stomach and the need to see that person everytime. And when there’s a quarrel, you won’t know what to do. Because at the end of the day… there isn’t a knot of relationship tying the both of you.

You wrapped your hand aroud the neck of your beer before taking a swig from the bottle.

The nights were turning cold, so your roommate has decided to sneak in liquor to your dorm and drown yourself until you pass out. Rhianon seemed to be doing exactly the same.

“Where’s your vampire?” she slurred.

You watched as her eyes turned droopy with a small chuckle echoing through you. “He’s hibernating.” You wish. For all you know, he’s debating whether to help or abandon you now. The thought tied your stomach in knots.

“I’m sorry if I’m not doing anything yet to help you,” Rhianon shies.

“No. I understand. You’re giving me hope, Rhi. Please don’t put yourself down.”

Against the light of the room, a pinkish tinge adorned Rhianon’s gold skin. “I will try my best, Y/N. That, I could assure you.”

“Thank you.”

Rhianon tossed her bottle to the air, while laughing her heart out. There was something both ecstatic and sad in the way that she carried her expression that made you doubtful of the laugh that she was echoing. But you were never one to stick your nose to other people’s business, so you let it go and watched her in awe instead. You have been finding that same energy in you for weeks now.

She talks about her life, yet still careful of the words that comes out her mouth even though it is obvious that she is already intoxicated. Upon hours of swigging on her bottle and talking with slurred words, Rhianon finally started to snore as she reclined her head to the side of her bed.

You chuckled and helped her to lay down. You weren’t much of a drinker but you must admit that the beers had warmed up your body— too much for what you had expected.

Beer bottles littered on the floor, with chips and other wrappers that you have no idea how she sneaked in the dorms. You picked up the first bottle when a knock stopped your movements.

It’s eleven p.m.. Who could that be? Oh, no. It’s not the guards, right? With clammy fingers, you sauntered up to the door and swung it open.

“Hey,” he garbled.

There it was again: the thudding of your heart. Jaehyun stood on the doorway clad in his pajamas. He was looking at you with hooded eyes: like how a predator stares at its prey.

You gulped. “What are you doing here—”

Preventing you from finishing your words, Jaehyun pulled you closer, boxing you into a tight hug. Unable to form words nor move a muscle, you stood frozen and let him sniff on your hair like it was his favorite flower.

“I miss you,” he mumbled against your hair. “I miss you so much it hurts.”

His words and this feeling inside your chest. There was pain, there was suffering. But behind the hurt, you couldn’t help but fall.

“Jaehyun—”

“I can’t,” he whispered, “I can’t let you go.”

He pulled away and took your face with his hands. Those tantalizing eyes of him never failed to pierce right into the fiber of your very being. You shuddered by the intensity of his expression. “What do you mean?”

His lips were inches from yours. With the right push, those luscious lips would collide with yours undoubtedly. “You’re so beautiful,” he stated instead.

Jaehyun placed his hand to the small of your back before capturing your lips with a lazy kiss. You heedlessly wrapped your arms around his neck and guided him inside your room. You shut the door by pressing your back behind the wooden surface.

The hollow feelings that had been eating up on you of those days that he didn’t show himself were slowly closing in with the passion of the kiss. You have never thought that you could be this weak for a boy.

You and Jaehyun were like the sun and the moon— always chasing each other. But no matter how you run, you’d never sate the fervent wanting inside your souls for one another.

Jaehyun’s kisses moved downwards until he was sucking on your neck and eliciting moans from your lips. Perhaps the sound drove him mad, for he fumbled on your clothes and tried to get them off of your body. But you grasped his wrists to stop him.

Wide-eyed and with his mouth swollen because of the kiss, Jaehyun stared at you. “Why?”

“Let me,” you whispered before licking his lips. An echo of a throaty moan moved past his lips before you sunk on your knees and pulled his pajamas down his knees.

Jaehyun’s look hardened as his throbbing cock displayed himself in front of you. You gulped by the sight of him— in all his glory— then took his length by your hands.

“Suck me good, angel.”

You inspired upon hearing that same virility, that same wanting. And you did as you were told. With your sex aching by the arousal, you took Jaehyun’s cock in your mouth. His scent whiffed your nose, making you move your tongue along the veiny length of his cock as you swallowed him up and down.

Mouth hollowing by the burning desire and greedy need to make him come for you, you took the root of his penis and pumped while you sucked the crown of his cock. Jaehyun seized a handful of your hair when his hips jolted forward. The movement drove you wild, that you double-fisted the other half of his cock while you sucked his head down the length your mouth allowed you to swallow. Your eyes fluttered upwards and saw Jaehyun grit his teeth as he did his best not to make any sound.

The thought of Rhianon waking up kindled the lust a little bit brighter. Then you sucked Jaehyun until your jaw ached. The restraint and his grip on your hair making you delirious that you took his whole length until his cock hit your throat.

Jaehyun straightened as his hips stilled. Warm and thick spurts of semen filled your mouth you struggled to swallow. You whined against his cock, the taste of his semen overwhelming your tongue, your throat and every flesh inside your mouth.

“Swallow it. All,” Jaehyun commanded. You whimpered and did as you were told with diligence and tears searing the back of your eyes.

With one last gulp, you stood and faced Jaehyun. His cock was still hanging and rock-hard when he wiped your lips harshly with his thumb, painting your lips with the last bit of semen still on your gums. Then he captured your lips, tasting his own self.

You whimpered by the animalistic penetration he did inside your mouth. During the kiss, he fumbled on your pajama strings and pulled your panties down with it. You gasped as he inserted a finger inside your dripping sex abruptly. Jaehyun lifted your one leg as he dipped another finger. When your mouth opened, he looked at you in warning.

“You can’t really shout, can you?” Then he curled his fingers, stretching your flesh with carnal desire in his eyes.

“Jaehyun—” You whined as you grabbed his shoulders for support.

“What? What, angel? Tell me what you want.”

“I’m— I’m coming—” you struggled to breathe and say the words because of the pace he was fingering you in. “Jaehyun!” you cried when he released his fingers.

Without another word, Jaehyun pulled your body towards the space between your bed and Rhianon’s. She was snoring softly, oblivious of what’s happening around her.

“Jaehyun— she might wake up—” you breathed.

Jaehyun seemed as if he didn’t hear a word because he pressed his lips to your ear, licking your earlobe before whispering hoarsely. “Get in all fours, angel.”

Your eyes widened as you glanced at Rhianon, who had her body turned sideways. If she would open her eyes, she would see your naked lower body. But the lust was blurring all your senses, and the insatiable need to have Jaehyun inside you was a physical ache cursing through your swollen clit.

You gulped before bending over the cold hard floors. Palms and knees pressed on the tiles, your body inches away from your sleeping roommate.

“Wider, angel,” the devil whispered before spreading your legs with his.

You swallowed a gasp when the air caressed your sex. “This is a bad idea.”

“Why? You’re afraid of being caught?” Jaehyun leaned towards you, the skin of his cock pressing on your sex, making you giddy with pleasure. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this, angel. I could smell the lust in your pretty little cunt.”

You bit back a cry when Jaehyun inserted himself inside you. With his hand pushing your upper body down the tiled floor, and his other pulling your ass to the air, Jaehyun started to fuck you from behind.

Your cheek was pressed against the cold hard floor, while his balls slapped against your buttocks by every thrust. A whimper escaped your lips, intensifying the adrenaline coursing through your veins. The slap of skin to skin was so intense you were clearly baffled that Rhianon continued to drool and snore on her bed.

Jaehyun willed your body to bend while he wrapped an arm around your neck, still fucking you with the same pace that hit all the right spots in your sex. “Jesus, fuck,” he muttered while ravaging your tight cunt.

His outburst made you lose your mind as you let the pleasure pull you underneath its grasp. Your knees hurt and your back aches but Jaehyun kept you in that position, fucking you restlessly and fervently as if it was blood— as if it was his lifeline.

“Jaehyun—!” you whimpered when he reached for your clit and rubbed it harshly, building your climax right in your lower abdomen.

“Right,” he uttered, “Scream my name and let all the hunters know how filthy you are for a vampire.”

Your sex tightened by the dirty words, and Jaehyun felt it too. For he released your clit and let it throbbed in anticipation for a climax that was put off. “Jaehyun,” you cried, “let me come.”

“Soon, angel.” Then he let you fall back to the floors as he pulled himself out.

Your legs were still shaking when Jaehyun climbed in on your bed and sat. He tapped his lap while jacking off his cock.

“Ride my cock,” he commanded once again.

You shuddered by the command. As you remained sitting on the floor, with Jaehyun masturbating on your bed and Rhianon snoring behind you, you decided to touch your clit and get it over with. The climax you have been anticipating since earlier was hanging on a loose thread, ready to burst and drive you mad.

“Don’t even dare,” Jaehyun warned before you could rub your swollen clit. The danger in his eyes made you halt, and with a whine you climbed up on your bed and sat on his lap. “Be a good girl and ride me.”

Jaehyun was… huge. It was your first time to realize as his cock reached the skin a few centimeters up your navel. His cock would destroy you. And you would let it.

Placing your hands on Jaehyun’s knees, you sank your sex down his length. He gritted his teeth, fangs slowly elongating. You arched your back and dragged your sex along the rigid length of his cock. Jaehyun placed a thumb on your clit and started to draw lazy circles that made you shiver in pleasure.

Rhianon was meters away from the both of you as you fucked the brains out of each other. Whenever you think of being caught, your desire would double up. You continued to drag your sex down his length, buttocks slapping against his lap by every arch and fall your body makes.

His brows knitted together as you vacillate your hips. By every pump of your hips, your lower abdomen and core tightens. Jaehyun’s business rubbing your clit like that didn’t help— it was maddening.

One last stroke of his thumb and you would explode from the pleasure of it all.

As if he heard the animalistic roar of your body language, Jaehyun leaned and grabbed the back of your head, holding your eyes with his red pupils as your cunt quivered and your stomach caved in. You bit back a cry when your climax finally washed through you. Jaehyun grinned when you started to shake, his cock still inside you. He pulled you closer and let your forehead sit on his shoulder while your lower body still shivered from the pleasure.

“Goddamn it,” he muttered before pushing you away from him. His semen spurted out from his cock and to his thighs, to your own mattress.

You languorously watched his jaw clenched. All the strength from your body was sapped, but you forced yourself to sit and lick the semen off his legs. Jaehyun cursed as he watched you. Then he grabbed your chin and planted a savage kiss on your lips.

“So fucking dirty for me,” he whispered as he fisted a handful of your hair. You gaped, feeling the salacity in his voice down to your very core.

Jaehyun planted open-mouthed kisses on your shoulders, neck, jaw, and cheek as he laid you down on your mattress, covering both your bodies with the sheets.

Your mind was hazy and your eyes were heavy from pleasure. You let the tingling feeling to spin inside your stomach as Jaehyun continued to pepper you with soft kisses.

“Are you sleepy?” he whispered while scooping you closer to his frame.

Finding words to say and failing in the process, you only nodded.

“Sleep, angel,” he mumbled.

But before you could close your eyes, you stared at him and tried to memorize the plains of his face to join you to dreamland. “You hid yourself from me for a week.”

Jaehyun let out a throaty and full chuckle before placing kisses on each of your fingers. “I did. Because I needed the time to think.”

You hummed, trying to raise one brow in inquisition.

“I needed the time to think because I was afraid.”

“Of?”

“Of everything regarding you, angel.”

You hugged his waist, burying your face to his chest and inhaling that unnatural yet enthralling scent from him. “What do you mean?”

“Never mind what I mean. Just…” Then he began to caress your cheek, sweeping strands of your hair away from your eyes. “... trust me. Believe in me.”

“I believe in you.”

“Then I am thankful,” Jaehyun whispered once again. With one last kiss on your cheek, you drifted fully to oblivion, the dreamlands pulling you under.

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