The Queen sat silently in the dark chamber of her eldest son's room, the pale moonlight seeping through the window pane and casting its blue gleam over her careworn face. Her shaking hand caressed the head of her youngest son who sat at her feet with his head resting on her knee.
Her other six sons were also with her, seated in various places on the floor, half hidden by the shadows so she could barely see them. But the faint glow of orange and red from seven pairs of eyes let her know very well where they were.
The Queen could hear the guards assembling in the court below. The King would be coming soon, he was probably already on his way. She closed her tear-filled eyes and ran her fingers through Ni-ki's golden hair. Ni-ki. That's what she'd named him. She could remember painstakingly picking a name for each of them.
All her life she'd been barren but she had longed for children. And one day she came across seven ragged little boys by the side of the road and had adopted them. The King, longing for children as well and needing an heir to the throne, had welcomed them with open arms.
But they were adventurous and mischievous little rascals who didn't always listen, and in their early teens they went into the forbidden woods against their mother's and father's commands. When they returned, the Queen came across them devouring a servant in the gardens. She looked with horror upon their sharp teeth and terrified, blood-stained faces and realized they were now blood-suckers.
Filled with fear, but afraid they'd be discovered and killed, she made them wear crosses to help hold back their desires for blood. The crosses burned them and would remind them with pain not to go near others to harm them. She also instructed them on self-control and warned them never to expose themselves.
But they didn't always listen or take precautions, even though they were scared of getting caught and didn't really want to kill anyone. They would take off the crosses whenever it became too painful, then their desires would overcome them and several people ended up dead.
About two years ago, they disappeared for several hours and the Queen went in search of them, never liking for them to be out of her sight for very long. They had been acting strange and they had looked paler than usual, much like they did whenever they got hungry. She prayed they were just after squirrels.
She came to the stables and rounded the corner of one wooden building and froze in her tracks. ''Boys, what are you doing!?'' All seven of them were bent over a mangled body, and they lifted their heads in surprise when they heard her voice. She looked with grief and pity at their blood smeared faces. The red in their eyes vanished when they spotted her, and gave way to the innocent, pitiful eyes of her sons.
They looked down at their bloodied hands and the dead body with regret written all over their faces. ''Mommy,'' whimpered Sunoo and went to hug her. She almost turned and ran but she couldn't bring herself to do it, and she let him come to her and enfolded him in her arms and pressed her tear-stained face to his shoulder.
''I'm sorry,'' cried Sunoo, ''But we're so hungry! I'm so hungry!!''
''What have we done?'' gasped Jungwon, feeling too late the regret for this decision.
The Queen ordered them to clean themselves up and drew away from them and ran sobbing from the stables and back to the castle.
Unable to control them or cover up their messes as they grew older, and filled with guilt whenever she saw another dead body, the Queen went to her husband and confessed the secret, in hopes that he would have a solution. The King was already on the hunt for the vampires, but he was shocked to learn it was his own sons.
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Don't You Worry, Child~ Enhypen sickfic/hurtfic/ fantasy stories/short stories
FanfictionStories I thought of while watching Enhypen's videos. (feat. BTS, TXT, Straykids)