Jesus fucking Christ

Yep, that was the first thing that came into my mind when I saw him. Pretty good of a thought for the quite delicate predicament I was in, wouldn't you say?

He was still grinning like a psychopath when I opened my eyes, having closed them when I had been violently pushed, of course, I didn't greet him with anything but a monotone expression and a pursed sigh that unconsciously left my lips. He didn't seem pleased to see that as he huffed. I tried to remove myself from the position I was in, but his arms were holding my shoulders, disallowing me any type of movement.

He raised his knee and set it against the wall, blocking me even further. I didn't try to say or do anything, I just hoped that my fear was not showing, and from his reactions, I could tell that my fear was not completely visible to his shining and devilish eyes.

His hand left my shoulder and grabbed my wrist, I knew what was to come, therefore, I tried to yank my arm away, which made him chuckle.

"Feisty one, eh? I like that."

Oh please. My eyebrows furrowed together as I tried to push him back once more, and he detached me, all on his own. What? What was he doing? And why? I didn't question it though, I simply pushed him back and walked towards the door, which he pushed me against, but this time, my front was roughly scraping the wooden door. It hurt, I mean... I had boobs for crying out loud!

Forcefully grabbing my hair and pushing it aside, he revealed my already bitten neck, and my chest was starting to hurt at how harsh he was pushing me against the wooden door. I let out whimpers of pain, which only seemed to please his sadistic ass further. Licking up my neck, close to the bandage, he moaned.

"Ugh... your scent is toxically good..." He spoke in a low voice, almost as if my blood were the greatest tasting thing on the planet.

I tried to hit him with my elbow, but I failed, as he had quick reflexes and managed to dodge my hits. He laughed it off though, his fangs coming out to trace my neck. I shivered, didn't he have enough? From my body's weakness, I could tell he almost drained me earlier on!

"I should probably bite you... I mean; Jin-Hyung fed you, so why shouldn't I feed?" He questioned, pulling off puppy eyes as he let his tongue out, letting it dart once more on the hot flesh of my neck. I was shaking right now, but not once did my glare lessen or my stature falter me, I wouldn't allow myself to appear as weak, at least not now, I would put up a fight.

His eyebrows rose as he looked at me, letting me go and pushing my back against the door this time. Looking at me with a confused look, he held my wrist close to his mouth, my left one to be precise, leaving my right one alone, which fortunately was close to the doorknob.

"Tell me, darling, would you like it if I bit you? Would you let me have the honors again?" He spoke.

Was he seriously asking my permission? Didn't he know my answer already? Noting the puzzled expression on my face, he chuckled.

"Don't worry, I won't bite you again." He declared, a smirk forming on his lips as he let me, my hand shuffled towards the knob, and he noticed but didn't say anything. "You're an interesting one, just like your uncle said. What's your name?"

I glared at him, my (E/C) eyes burning holes into his own, making him laugh. "(Y/N)."

"Hm... (Y/N), a fascinating name for an interesting girl." He spoke aloud as I took my leave. What was wrong with these asses?

I was about to slam the door shut when I heard his voice once more, "I'm sorry I bit you. I couldn't control my hunger." He spoke, my eyes widened. Was he... apologizing? I thought vampires were supposed to be bad?! After all, that's what he... proved to be, due to his actions and such. He was... dangerous.

"Don't think of me as dangerous (Y/N), don't think of us as dangerous or bad creatures. We're not going to harm you."

His words made me shudder, and a part of me wanted to believe him because he sounded truthful, but there was the mark on my neck, and that mark proved otherwise.

Don't fear us (Y/N). Don't fear me.

I went through a couple more corridors, looking for another oak door. Spotting one, I opened the door, hoping it was, in fact, my room this time, and I was reassured to see that my suitcase was here. It was my room, thankfully. I let out a sigh and smiled a bit as I rushed towards it. Opening it, I pulled out the first thing I found, a pair of high waisted jeans, a plain grey cotton t-shirt and some socks, and underwear. Wait...

The moment I pulled out my undergarments, I recalled the fact that Jungkook had bathed me a few hours ago, and I was currently not wearing any underwear... I started hyperventilating. It honestly wasn't that big of a deal considering the fact that his intentions were as innocent as to clean me, but that didn't mean he didn't bite me somewhere. Removing my clothes, I inspected my body, glad to see that there were no other bandages or bite marks.

Once I was changed, I headed to the bathroom and blow-dried my hair, letting it down, I didn't want to have to deal with it. Looking at my reflection, I eyed the bandage before I started peeling it off, and I saw it, the two small holes that were on my neck and I swallowed. Is this what's going to happen to me every day now? Is my life going to be reduced to being a bunch of vampires' blood bag?

My eyes teared up, but I sucked it in, after all, once I would speak to my uncle and tell him about this, he would instantly book me a flight and make me come back home, where I'm supposed to be. Or so I thought.

Tucking my shirt into the jeans, I grabbed a white zip-up sweatshirt and threw it on. Rummaging through my bag, I looked for my phone, I even checked and double checked my suitcase, but I couldn't find it anywhere. After a while, it came to my mind that I probably left it in my pocket and that it was in the washroom basement, as Jin said they put their dirty clothing in the washroom down there.

After slipping on a pair of comfy flats, I opened the door and checked through the halls, making sure no one was around, I dashed towards the stairs and ran my way down, all the way down to the basement. There was the door, followed by a short flight of stairs and a large basement, a light came from a room in the farthest back, which I assumed was the washroom.

Pushing the light switch, I made my way down, and walked towards the washroom, staring and admiring the various paintings that were scattered around. I wondered if they were simply artworks or if they were pictures of the family. A peculiar one caught my eye, unlike the others, it was hung, and it was a painting of three men and three women, seemingly surrounded by seven children and one little girl. Were the vampires those children? And who was the little girl?

The style of clothing seemed old, they were dressed in Victorian style clothing, I didn't pay much attention to the children nor was the man, my attention focused on the women. One of them was tall and slender, a pair of binoculars at the edge of her nose, a fancy chignon complimented her serious frontier of straight posture and fully buttoned dress, the second one looked much more extravagant, with her cleavage almost hanging off her sultry dress, her look was smug, but also sad, hurt, and misled.

The last one, who happened to be bending down by a certain child was a bit chubbier, her eyes were large and bright, her smile shy and humble, her arms were proudly wrapped around two boys and the two of them had large goofy smiles.

The three men were rather strange as well, only adding to the picture's oddness. One of them, who looked the youngest, was also bent down, an arm wrapped around the bent down woman, who I assumed was his wife, and he seemed lively and happy.

The second one didn't seem as happy, a smirk graced his face as he had an arm wrapped around the serious looking woman, he didn't seem to care much for the children around him.

The third one, who I assumed was the sultry woman's husband, was sitting down on a chair, probably due to old age, because he looked hellishly old, and who I thought to be his wife leaning against the chair, with his arm wrapped around her lower waist. He didn't look happy or mad; he looked monotone, almost bored.

But even so, the oddest part out of the painting was the little girl. She didn't look sad nor happy, she simply stood there, in a white dress. Her appearance was odd, she looked... melancholic. Despite her lack of emotion, an assortment of jewels graced her small hand. She was a child but seemed older than most of the boys, she looked around ten or eleven whilst the boys were still very much children, one of them was a baby.

It was a rather strange picture, to say the least, and I couldn't help but think if it were actually the vampires who I was living with, and were those their parents? Were they cousins? Or perhaps their parents were close friends of each other? And was the little girl their sister? If so, where was she? I couldn't tell. Realizing that I had probably been standing there and admiring the painting for far too long, I decided to just let it go.

Heading to the washroom, I looked through the piles of clothes until I found my jeans, and my phone was indeed inside. I had 20% battery left which was pretty bad, I needed to charge it. As I headed out of the washroom and passed by the painting once more, I decided to take a picture of it, and just for measures, I snapped more than one and saved some on my phone, and some other on my SD card, so that if I were asked to discard my phone once more, I wouldn't be left with nothing.

Shoving the device into my sweatshirt's pocket, I went upstairs. On my way to my room, I heard a muffled sound. I first shook it off, but then I had to know what it was, blame it on my curiosity, or rather, the curiosity this household had planted in me.

I followed the sound, it seemed like humming and the more I got closer, I could make out the voice and the words that were being sung.

"Skinned dolls are falling down, falling down, falling down,

Skinned dolls are falling down, my fair lady!

Build 'em up with blood and tears, blood and tears, blood and tears,

Build 'em up with blood and tears, my fair lady!"

What?

It sounded like the "London Bridge is Falling Down" nursery rhyme, but the lyrics weren't quite the same... They seemed to talk about... skinned dolls?

"Build 'em up with bites and drugs, bites and drugs, bites and drugs,

Build 'em up with bites and drugs, my fair lady!

Bites and drugs will not hurt them, not hurt them, not hurt them,

Bites and drugs will not hurt them, my fair lady!"

The person kept humming, and at the moment, I was right by the door, I could hear the voice clearly, and considering its depth and from what I could recall, it was probably the weird one who talked about my scent, what was his name again? Taekyung? Tae Joon? I couldn't recall.

I was going to walk away when the door opened right in my face, and I was met with a rectangular grin. Jesus.

"Oh hey! It's you!" He spoke, grinning widely as he opened the door further. I nodded and gave him a tiny smile. After all, he didn't seem that dangerous.

"Come in! Let's play together!" He grinned. I was phased; how did he know I was outside of his room? And what exactly did he mean by play together? I eyed him, my eyes darting from his hair to his eyes, his lips, and his neck. Jesus Christ, he was attractive.

I hadn't paid much attention to their looks, mainly because I was trying my best to escape every single time, but right now, I wasn't in a situation where I needed to run away, this... vampire was just in front of me, and his appearance was enticing me. His ash grey hair draping over his deep brown eyes, the moonlight making his skin glow even more, and his lips; plump, pink, plump...

He's a vampire.

At the reminder, the thoughts instantly left my obviously corrupted mind. What was wrong with me?

I shook my head, "I should probably head to my room. Jin could look for me-"

"Nonsense! Jin couldn't care less if you were dead or alive! He only cares about himself!" He stated, grinning as he fully opened the door.

Grabbing my hand, he shoved me inside and pushed me against the door. My back was going to break eventually, this was too much. Did they have a fetish for this action?

He gave me a large smile, putting my hair behind my ear, "You're like a little precious dolly! You're so fragile and precious! I mean look at you! You're so pretty! With your eyes! And your hair! And your lips!" He declared, smiling still as he hugged me. Yep, he hugged me.

He was a goddamn vampire, and he hugged me.

At the moment, the hug was the last thing I thought about, I was far too absorbed by the song I had previously heard and eventually, as he parted from me, he held my shoulders and looked at me.

"Cute little... Yah! What's your name anyways?" He questioned and I looked up to him, noting the childish smile. "Oh yeah... I'm (Y/N)... I'm sorry, but what's yours?"

This wasn't like with Jimin, he wasn't rough. He was... safe. It was very... unsettling. The fact that he was a bloodsucker by nature but was still nice enough. It was shocking. I started feeling as if I might've misjudged them. Perhaps they weren't that bad.

No.

My brain got in the way, making me realize that I was feeling nonsense. They were different, they weren't normal. They were going to hurt me.

He chuckled at my question, "Ha! You forgot my name, (Y/N)? It's okay! I'm Taehyung, but call me TaeTae! Everyone calls me TaeTae!" He exclaimed as he let go of me and jumped onto his bed. He was so lively, so active, it was hard to tell that he was a vampire due to his personality, he was such a kiddo.

"Okay then, TaeTae." I nodded, looking around the room. It was very... Goth too, but it wasn't as Goth as Jimin's, or Jungkook. It had different shades of lavender, yellow and green. Gold and silver were literally everywhere I laid my eyes upon. He probably noticed my taking in of the surroundings; which made him laugh.

"(Y/N)-ah! Stop looking around my room! You'll have plenty of time for that later on! Let's play!" He spoke loudly as he rolled around his bed. I couldn't help but smile. Why was he so childishly adorable? I moved towards the bed and sat at the edge. He rolled my way and laid down, laying his head on my lap.

"Let's play twenty questions!" He declared and I nodded, I didn't see what could go wrong in a game of twenty questions.

"I'll start! Did you really not know that you were going to be sent to stay with vampires?" He asked, and I rose my eyebrows. Did they think I was lying earlier on?

"Yes. I was unaware that I'd be staying with vampires, I thought I was going to stay with an old woman, in all honesty, or a family. I didn't think I'd be staying with... vampires." I answered, before taking a breath. "My turn."

"Wait... Play with my hair." He demanded and my eyebrows rose as I looked at him. I, again, didn't see the problem. Carefully, my hand moved toward his head, my fingers slowly entangling into his soft hair. He closed his eyes, he looked... peaceful.

"What's your question?" He asked the depth of his voice made me shudder, and he smiled a bit, "You're so cute. Just tell me your question, don't be afraid."

I was so... confused. My brain screamed at me to just leave... I was, after all, being affectionate with a vampire. My heart, my heart told me otherwise, he wasn't just a vampire... But which one would I, which one would I, listen to?

I didn't want to think, so I just took a deep breath and looked at him, "Earlier, you were singing about... skinned dolls, why?" Hearing my question, he giggled.

"After how much it took you to speak, I thought your question would be very... inappropriate." I glared a little at him, my fingers moving forward to play with his bangs, pushing them back, he seemed pleased with the action as he let out a breath.

"Ah... I'm sleepy... but to answer your question, I didn't mean anything. It's just a nursery rhyme my mother used to sing to me, and I just stuck to me." He stated and I nodded, a part of me didn't really think it was rational. What mother would sing to her children about skinned dolls, but of course, they were vampires, so I didn't exactly know what to expect.

Out of nowhere, he turned to his side, so that he was facing my stomach, and pushed me on the bed. My instincts instantly kicked in, and I was about to get away when he grabbed my hand. The gesture wasn't... dominant or zealous, it was... desperate.

"Don't go. Stay with me, please." He asked, well more like begged. I was shocked, my eyes were wide and my mouth slightly agape. He seemed so sad, he pulled me to him, his hands entangling into my hair as he pushed it behind my ears, "I know that you're scared of us, but... we won't hurt you. Please, we're... tired of people being scared of us. Please." His voice was breaking, he was breaking, a vampire was breaking.

"Please stay with me, at least till I fall asleep. Please," He begged, his hands clutching my own. I had a heart, so I stayed, I couldn't bear to see him, or anyone for a fact, at the edge of breaking. So I stayed, and I hugged him, and I played with his hair, and I sang him lullabies, and I was there with him.

Don't fear us (Y/N). We're not bad.

When he fell asleep, I headed to my own room, allowing all the breaths I had in to finally get out. My eyes were filled with tears... I couldn't explain why I was going to cry. I was... touched. His sadness, his emotional exhaustion, I could feel it, and that shook me up to my core. I couldn't help but feel pity for him. I couldn't understand this new rush of feelings, and I didn't want to question it.

Sighing, I noticed it was half-past five o'clock, the sun would rise soon, and I needed to get some sleep before tomorrow night, after all, tomorrow would be my first day- ugh... night of school.

I went to my bed, not understanding what I had witnessed today. Were they good, bad or just... messed up?

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