Bite Me | YuWin

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The dance practice that Sicheng had put much effort into attending, it was rigorous, just as Yuta had told him. He had bruises, reminders of every time he had fallen, every time he'd failed.

But he wouldn't give up. His desire, passion, grew stronger the more challenging the obstacle had become.

Taemin was a self-centered person, egocentric and vain, but he knew how to teach. And his lessons didn't go in vain, Sicheng had improved vastly. His body, more willful than ever before.

He started learning more about the students who surrounded him, the vampires who followed the arts weren't without dramatics.

Each, a true child of Baekhyun's. Except for the nosy, bothersome man who went by the name 'Ten.' He was something... Different, often flaunting his sexuality offensively so.

He was there just as such, a sexual object for Baekhyun. They were all dolls after all, and he wasn't the first. Such a hedonistic expression of lust, that's how Sicheng interpreted it.

Jiyeon – the well trained dancer that epitomized elegance; was Baekhyun's cherished daughter. Sicheng knew little about her, he knew that she was under a pressure like no other.

Sicheng didn't quite understand Baekhyun, his intentions were unclear, and he was intimidating. As much as Yuta hated him, there must've been something wrong.

Humans were strange — but vampires? Stranger. They were caricatures of overdramatized walls that had been built upon centuries of distrust.

He was fascinated by them, it was in his nature. He couldn't help but want to study people, observe them, vicariously experience their lengthy lives to fill the hole his own had left.

But as his thoughts got ahold of him, he was snapped back into reality. "Débutant! Stop." The first time he'd heard Taemin raise his voice like that, Sicheng knew he'd done something wrong.

"I-I'm s-sorry..." His stutter had returned to him. "And why should you be sorry? Pas à m'excuser Débutant." He didn't understand what he'd said, especially not in that moment. "You've made a vast improvement, congratulations."

His words may have said one thing, though his expressions had another idea. Sicheng wondered why it seemed as if Taemin had hated him, regardless, he continued his pirouettes.

His trained body becoming more resilient by the day, superhuman agility born anew with more skill.

The figure that was already quite a sight, became more refined, more fit. Strengthening muscle that had been decommissioned for so long.

The mental pressure was unrelenting, all he focused on as his mind was no longer cloudy from pain. He almost wished that he could have a moment of pain once more, just to distract him, preoccupy his mind after long practice days.

It felt odd, the pain was so desensitizing and now it was just... Gone. Giving whiplash to his brain, surreal to him.

Practice had ended after the rain began, what a perfect time as Sicheng could feel his joints stiffen up. Perhaps he'd wished for pain too soon.

Yuta usually arrived to pick him up, he had a deep distrust for 'those people,' that he vocalized throughout the months that he'd taken him.

Sicheng was relieved to see Yuta's face again, even if his brooding expression when in the presence of that group was hard to ignore.

"Hello, Master." He greeted with a smile, one so dearly precious to Yuta that he instantaneously folded under the weight of his beauty, his lips became upturned slightly, and his eyes became brighter, full of life even for an undead heart.

"You look tired, my dear." Tired was an understatement, he could sleep through two days. Yuta was proud of him. Sicheng may not have known at the time, but the older vampire admired his efforts.

"I am, I can't wait to take a snoozer." His face reflected his exhaustion, "I am a bit bewildered, you get tired much easier than other vampires." That would account for a great deal of why Sicheng could not keep up with the others.

He made a right turn, towards their destination. "I think it is because of your ailment, after all some of your original blood still resides inside."

In truth, Yuta wanted to go home, too. Even an eternity wasn't long enough with Sicheng, his beautiful, fascinating boy.

But atlas, there was one more name on the itinerary. This one, it was different though, a politician, one of much power.

Neither had been too involved in politics, perhaps they had grown tired of conflicts of that nature due to their own countries histories, or the recent open wound that was the Second World War.

Because Baekhyun failed to enlighten him on the importance of the man, Yuta treated him like any other victim.

"Stay in the car, dear. You need rest." He gave the fledgling a small peck before leaving, "I'll be back soon." A gentle hand stroked Sicheng's platinum locks, and was gone as soon as he'd came.

He rang the doorbell, and an older, rather husky man, with pure gray hair answered. "Excuse me, sir. But if it's no burden, may I please come in and use your telephone?"

The rainfall came down harder, and he began to become soaked, yet he was unwavering. The man thought he was peculiar, perhaps survival instinct setting in.

"Is this some kind of attack? Haven't you people had enough blood!?" Perhaps there was a perfectly valid reason that his wife wanted him killed.

"No, sir. I'm afraid we have not." He sunk his teeth into the neck of the man, and began to drain him of every drop of blood, but he was interrupted when Sicheng appeared behind him.

"What are you doing? I told you to wait for me!" It infuriated him when Sicheng would do things like this, disobey the commands Yuta gave when he only ever made them to keep him safe.

Fight or flight kicked in, and Sicheng felt his nerves rise. "I- w-was hungry." He trembled, with a fear of rejection deeply instilled into his veins.

Yuta only sighed, it was merely a minor inconvenience to him."Fine, come and get some." He sunk his teeth back into the now-paralytic man's neck.

With two blood thirsty creatures of the night drinking from the judgmental old man, he was drained of his blood quickly.

But it didn't end there, as Baekhyun had instructed Yuta to display his corpse on his front door. It was supposed to 'send a message.' According to the boyish old man.

It wasn't a pretty sight, in fact it was a bit distasteful in Yuta's eyes. However, he always followed his bosses orders.

Surprisingly, Sicheng was not frightened by the display of violence. His gothic mindset towards death had disillusioned him to fear. and Yuta wasn't the always same in his fledgling days.

He had many humans he cared so deeply about, that the mere idea of drinking from one once repulsed him. Now, of course, those were thoughts of the past.

His blood lust was never stronger, because he learned that humans and vampires can never be alike.

Sicheng was as if he were born a vampire, his natural morbidity along with his clingy attachment style towards the older made him undaunted to the negative aspects of hunting, killing.

They left the scene as quickly as they arrived, and finally found themselves home before the daylight hours, their lavish estate looking more cozy the more days than Sicheng could've imagined.

He excitedly ran towards the front door, his bouncy lightness always bringing energy to Yuta, who caught up with him quickly.

He grabbed the younger by the waist and pulled him closer, only to escort him out of the way of the door handle. Sicheng still hadn't grown out of his adolescent heat wave, and he couldn't help his flirtatious nature, holding Yuta's hand and leading him in.