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"Those demonic creatures should be exterminated, Jeno. None of them should stay alive. Those bloodsucking monsters don't deserve to live.

And you, you are chosen to be one of the earth's Salvationists, someone who's been given the honor to kill those beasts.

You're a shadow hunter"

Jeno woke up with droplets of sweat on his forehead. Always the same memories. The same fear.

He knew he should sleep, he spent the whole day practicing, but he was too distracted. He got up from his bed and headed down to the kitchen.

He poured a cup of water and gulped it down. He then stared into the void, scenes flashing before his eyes as if those events happened yesterday.

"Jeno! Run!"
"Mama!"
He ran towards his mother and before he could even reach her, a man picked him up.

But before the guy turned around and ran, he saw the life being sucked out of his mother's body by a vampire. He looked right into his eyes, as if he's challenging him. He hated that look, he hated that feeling: the feeling of weakness. He never felt so small.

"He is the woman's son" said the man who picked him up earlier to another one. They both looked at him before speaking elsewhere, leaving him there, in the mansion he was brought in. And then, the man came back accompanied with a boy that's a bit older than him. "Taeyong, this is Jeno and he will be part of NCT." "Jeno, this is Taeyong. He will explain everything to you tomorrow. Now go have a shower and take some rest, today was a tough day for you, Taeyong will take you to your room."

The two boys climbed the stairs, and before he could reach the top, he heard the man sigh "an 8 year old shouldn't go through this"

"Jeno? Jeno! You idiot! You have been staring into the fridge for 10 solid minutes without even blinking" snorted his friend, renjun.

Renjun was a sweet boy that took good care of him when he first arrived to NCITY: A place where all shadow hunters live and the nightmare of every mystical creature. He felt like he should guard him, since he is older.

Jun stayed by Jeno's side for years. Ten to be exact. They both found the warmth they seek in each other that they became inseparable.

"Huh? Oh sorry, I just zoned out" blinked the younger rapidly.

"It's OK, smiled the older , but what are you doing here at this late hour?"

Jeno remembered the nightmare but he preferred to keep it to himself "I just got thirsty. What about you?"

The older scratched the back of his neck "the sound of the storm woke me up but I couldn't go back to sleep"

Jeno hummed in response, too lazy to even think of an answer, so instead, he wished his friend a good night and went up again to resume his slumber

~

"The ones who're coming with me: jeno, Lucas, Mark, sicheng and Chenle." Said Taeyong while the owners of the listed names stood up and grabbed their weapons.

"Let's kill some witches!" Yelled Lucas with enthusiasm as if he was going to watch a football match.

The other guys rolled their eyes and went out (even though Chenle giggled a bit)

Taeyong drove the car silently while the others kept cracking jokes nonstop.

They got out of the vehicle, all signs of their previous mood fading and being replaced by stern, stoic expressions.

They were supposed to go to a club in which there was a ritual supposed to occur. They all got in, music almost making Their ears bleed.

They kept following Taeyong until they reached the back of the club, where they found a bunch of girls holding books while casting spells on some kid.

That's when they strike. The adrenaline pumped in Jeno's veins along with his blood.

The boys got separated, each one attacking a girl until he heard a scream.

"Lele! Where are you?!" He stabbed the woman one more time before following the sound,getting into a dark alleyway, still searching for the boy but what he didn't expect is getting stabbed by a man in the stomach, and he was left to bleed.

Jaemin stared at the dancing bodies in front of him, choosing his next pray. He suddenly smelled it.

Blood.

He got up and headed towards the exit in the back, hunger blinding his senses. He sniffed the air, filling his lungs with the smell as he slowly got near the body on the floor. It was a boy.

He was probably the same age as him. He was charming. His sharp jawline, his well defined nose, his pitch black hair that shone under the moonlight. His lips-

His lips. His lips looked so breathtaking. Pink and smooth.

He slowly approached the boy, lifted his body up and leaned in, ready to bite his neck and drink what first attracted him to the boy. But he couldn't.

He couldn't.

He was a slave for beauty. And the boy in his arms was the epitome of perfection. So he decided to do the forbidden. He took him home and tried to bring life back to him.

Aah jaemin, you are sure mad. You're probably gonna get killed because of this. He told himself.

He drove his car, heading to his apartment. He opened the door and laid the unconscious boy on a metal table, using for once what he learnt about surgeries into something useful.

The boy is now safe. Jaemin was making sure the boy is comfortable when he touched his neck and hissed in pain, fingertips burning.

He tilted the boy's head and his eyes widened in realization when he saw the tattou on his neck: I just brought a shadow hunter home.

Good job jaem, now you're not probably gonna die. Now it is CERTAIN that you're leaving this world. Immortal my ass he thought to himself.

He shook his head, ready for whatever's coming.

I'll make sure he knows I'm good.

I'll make sure he knows I'm different.

Aloha ladies and jerks. I hope you like this book (?)