[FIC] Memories

Title: Memories
Characters: Super Junior
Rating: R
Chaptercount: 1/26
Summary: Fifteen people try to find the memories they forgot - or maybe they're just looking for each other.
A/N: A fic written on a hunch. One day I thought; "Super Junior. And vampires. This calls for a fic!" and well.. Here we are? Memories is one of the stories that I'm proud of, despite its sometimes messy storyline. It's also a story that won't be fully understood until you've read it completely. Things will be very confusing as you read, but will also get explained in future chapters. Be warned.

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Jongwoon stared at the girl walking through the street. It was late in the evening and quite dark already, making him unable to repress the anxious feeling in his stomach. It was dangerous for someone like her to walk around alone during night. It made him want to step up and talk to her, but he didn’t. He never did. He only watched, making sure no harm was done to her on the two hundred metres she had to walk from her school to her home.

“You know she’s never going to love you as much as you love her.” a voice suddenly spoke up, making his body jerk and turn around in less than a second, teeth bared in a silent, but threatening growl. His eyes found the owner of the voice in a matter of seconds and he released the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding when he recognised the person standing there, his expression becoming only slightly less aggressive when he did so.

“Don’t startle me like that.” he told the younger man with a frown, sending a disapproving glare the other’s way before turning his face back to the person he had been eyeing. She was gone. He muttered a few curses under his breath, before turning back to the other. “See what you’ve done? Now I lost her. Thanks a lot.”

“I still don’t see why you obsess over her so much. She doesn’t even know you.” the young man retorted, untouched by the hatred in Jongwoon’s eyes. “Which is a very good thing anyway, for she wouldn’t like what she would find in you.” There was an amused chuckle sounding up from the one speaking. “You do realise you look like a freaky stalker, right?”

A screech too high for a human ear to hear pierced through the night, making the rats in the alley take a run for it and the dogs further down the street start barking loudly. Mere moments later, the two men were standing across from each other, their faces so close their noses almost touched. The hand of the eldest hung frozen in mid air, nails mere inches away from the other’s cheek. There were a few dreadful moments of silence as the alley was drained in the murderous vibes erupting from the two men.

“You don’t know anything. Now stop following me.” Jongwoon then hissed, turning away and taking two steps, before jumping up on the roof of the house to his right and setting off into the darkness.

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Donghae sat crouched in a dark corner of the room, staring at the spot of sunlight on his floor that had the form of his window. He stared at it for a while, wondering how it was possible that he had forgotten to close the curtains before going to bed. So now there he was, wide awake and staring at the reason of his broken slumber. It didn’t really take long for someone to come knocking on his door. They always knew when he was awake and someone always came to him, because of the one time he woke up in a daze and had destroyed half his room when he couldn’t remember where he was.

When the door opened and someone walked in, he didn’t have to look to know who it was, the smell of the young woman’s blood told him enough. It was the one they always sent to him, for he had gotten used to her and they knew they shouldn’t always change his guardian as it freaked him out and annoyed him to no end. So because he didn’t have to look, he kept his eyes fixed on the light, making sure to stay out of its reach, knowing that it was dangerous to him.

“You’re up?” the woman at the door asked with a slight smile, voice holding the perfectly acted surprised tone. He didn’t reply to the words. “What are you doing over there?”

“I can’t go near the light. It’ll kill me. I’m a vampire.” he said mindlessly, not moving an inch. He had told them this every single day since he could remember, more to convince himself than them that the few tatters of memories he had from that life weren’t just parts of a dream.

“Oh is that so?” the person at the entrance asked him with the same perfectly acted tone of her voice. He merely nodded. “Interesting.” The complete disinterest in the young woman’s voice passed by him as he let her help him up on his feet. She then set for the bed, tugging him along without any protest from his side, thereby walking right through the spot of sunlight like she did almost every day. “You’re not dead, Donghae. Not even burned.” she told him, with a smile, seating him back down on his bed. “Vampires don’t exist. You’re just dreaming.” she then told him with a sympathetic voice, once again it was merely a perfectly acted out emotion.

“I am not dreaming.” he weakly protested, his own conviction slowly starting to falter. The young woman merely smiled, turning his arm and taking out the needle to give him his daily amount of vitamins. He needed them, they said, because he was unwilling to go outside and therefore his body didn’t make enough vitamins on its own.

“Go back to sleep, Donghae. Tonight you have your first training session. You need to work out your body to keep your muscles fit.” the young woman told him, making him nod and lie down on the bed. He wasn’t a vampire according to them, but then why did they make him sleep through the day and get up at night? That was the last clear thought he had before everything started to rumble through one another and he finally sank into sleep again, restless because of the pressing feeling that told him to ‘Get the hell out of there.’

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Kyuhyun had never been one to question other people’s reasons for doing the things they did, but something about the way the elder kept following the girl around, eyes on her all the time, but never making a move to talk to her, made him realise that something was different this time. Something that had to do with the way Jongwoon’s eyes showed only hurt when he looked at her and the way the elder had greeted him the first time they met, crushing him in a hug and calling out his name as if they were old friends.

So, because Kyuhyun had always been too curious for his own good, he decided to talk the girl; It happened the next night when he ‘accidentally’ bumped into her, almost making her fall down. He caught hold of her lower arm before she did so and steadied her until she had her composure back. He sent a slight apologetic smile her way, being careful not to show any teeth.

“I’m sorry.” he apologised, voice clear and soothing. She smiled at him, a smile that made him stare at her in awe, unable to speak. Before he could recover from the shock, a cloaked figure joined them, putting a firm hand on his lower arm.

“I’m sorry for interrupting, but it’s time to go.” an all too familiar voice said in such a tone that Kyuhyun wanted to curse at the other. Yet he kept it back, for the sake of the girl whose name he still didn’t know yet. Instead, he sent her another smile and bowed his head to her.

“Good evening.” he greeted her with politely and she nodded lightly.

“Take care of yourself, sir.” she replied, walking on. When he turned to look at the one who had interrupted his conversation, he took in a surprised breath. Before he could say anything, he was dragged into the nearest alley, into the darkest corner.

“Hyung, your eyes are blood red. You need to feed. I’m surprised you didn’t attack her.” he muttered, shaking his head in disapproval.

“A vampire can’t drink his own blood.” the strange reply came, but before Kyuhyun could think this over, the other leaned in and sharp teeth bore into the lower part of his neck, causing him to completely freeze at first and then go limp in the other’s grip only a split second later.

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Youngwoon needed a way out. And fast. Before they were going to drain him from whatever sanity he had left. He cursed them, cursed the building they put him in, but above all, he cursed the day that he woke up with a burning throat and no idea of what had happened before he sank away into oblivion. The only thing that had been clear in his mind had been his name and the dying instinct to stay out of the sunlight. Now these people tried to get him back in the cursed light. There was no way he was going to even try that.

It had been so many years ago now, but the memories of his first day still were a vivid as at the time it happened, which was the sole reason he had never believed in the lies they were trying to tell him. The burn on his hand from putting it out in the light had remained itchy for three stinking days. He wasn’t going to buy their crap. To top it all, the girl that saw to him every day and tried to convince him of their lies was so young that he almost found it laughable. They wanted him to put his trust in a child and follow her orders like she were his elder, while she could just as well be his own daughter.

When he first woke up in the room that had become his, on the bed that served no purpose but to hold him when he slept -something he did more often than not- he had gone berserk, wanting to know how he had gotten there and why he wasn’t allowed to leave. Those moments of freaking out had come more often after that first time, but every time they told him the same thing. He had come there, asking for their help, and they had promised they would help, but to do that, they had asked him to have his memory erased and he had agreed. He wanted to spit on their pathetic excuse for a lie.

After waking up as a vampire, having no idea what had happened to him or what he had been doing before, having no idea if maybe he had been a vampire for a long time already or not, he had promised himself never to have his memory erased again if he could help it. He had promised himself and he was more than certain that he would not have broken his own promise just to get someone else’s help. When did he ever even need someone else’s help? What he really needed was to get out and never come back again. That’s why, out of an instinct, he leaned forward the moment the young girl took out the needle to give him his daily ‘vitamins,’ and caught her lips in a kiss before she could do so.