[FIC] Memories

Title: Memories
Characters: Super Junior
Rating: R
Chaptercount: 6/26
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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Sang Mi lead them to his room without getting lost even once and calmly closed the door, using some hand movements that she had never used before. Hyukjae even saw her getting a little device from her pocket that looked a lot like a phone but wasn’t and type some code on it. Yet even though his curiosity was great, he didn’t ask about it, because the things she was going to tell him were much more interesting than the little device. He’ll find out about that later on.

“So..” she finally mumbled as she turned around to look at him. He was standing in the middle of the room, just looking at her, and the way his gaze pierced through her made her shiver slightly. She tried not to show it, but hiding something from vampire’s eyes was of course a hard thing to do and the slight creasing of his forehead proved he had noticed it anyway. “Sit down, Hyukjae, I’ll tell you.” she said calmly, motioning at the bed. He did walk up to it, but dragged her along with him so she would sit too. The action made her smile a little as she realised the truth of her own words once again; He was one of the sweetest patients she’d had so far. He was also the only patient ever to remember why he had gotten here and who willingly decided to stick around.

“I’ll start with a little history of the facility. It was built around seven years ago. A very large group of people worked on it, all people who worked here the past seven years, although some died meanwhile, so it was finished in only a month’s time. The only thing this building has ever been used for is what it is still used for now. This facility finds vampires, takes them in and turns them into Daywalkers. Now I think this is a good cause, but it’s just the wa-”

“Hold on. Daywalkers? Is that why Donghae and Youngwoon can walk into the sun even though they’re convinced they were normal vampires like me?” Hyukjae interrupted her, a frown evident on his face as he was intently listening to her explanation and thinking over the things she didn’t say out loud but that he knew were there too. “So it’s their stay here that changed them?”

“Yes. Daywalkers are vampires still, but due to a change in their body tissue, they have no problems with the sun.” Sang Mi continued her explanation. “It’s a long medical process, a little like changing chalk into marble. Daywalkers are not only able to stand sunlight, they also need a lot less blood to make it through the day. The reason this facility was made was to reduce the amount of blood-needing vampires and to give those who never wanted to become a vampire a chance at a kind of normal life again. It’s kind of a noble goal.” She smiled slightly and closed her eyes for a moment.

“The only problem is the way they try to reach this noble goal.” she then continued. “This facility hunts for vampires, then observes them for a while to see what kind of personality they have. When the vampires turn out to just be bloodthirsty beasts, they kill them, when it looks like the vampires have some humanity, they take them here, lock them up and take away their memory. There’s no choice involved here and that’s what bothers me about their methods. But I know that’s not Misun’s fault.”

Hyukjae marvelled over her explanation for a moment, before noting that the woman she mentioned was someone he had not heard of before. He turned to look at Sang Mi, noting that her expression seemed slightly sad. His attention then slipped to a slightly lower spot, somewhere around her neck, where he could see her veins. As he focused on it, he could almost smell and taste the blood already, but he quickly snapped out of it. “Misun?” he wondered, making himself forget about his hunger.

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“What shall we do with the drunken junkie, what shall we do with the drunken junkie, what shall we do with the drunken junkie early in the morning?” an amused voice chanted from the shadows of some little sideway alley in what was probably the most pathetic city one could find. Moments later a slender and stunningly beautiful man emerged from behind a set of containers, his long fingers curled around the wrist of some near-comatose girl and an amused smirk playing on his lips. He carelessly threw the girl to the ground, against the wall on his right, walking up to the nearest window to check his looks in the clear light of the street lamp. A displeased hum left him as he brushed his fingers through his hair.

“Tsk. So messy. How dare she try and fight back? By grabbing my hair nonetheless!” he complained to no one in particular. A wicked grin appeared on his face and he turned his head to look at the girl. Blood was dripping down from her face meanwhile, something he didn’t really mind. In fact, she looked all the more attractive with it. And the smell, oh! Suddenly forgetting all about his looks and craving nothing more than to satisfy his urge to feed, he turned the rest of his body towards the girl too and pulled her up from the ground without effort, sinking his teeth in her flesh.

The rich taste of her blood with a still very present percentage of alcohol in it filled his mouth and he smiled amused, savouring the feeling of his growing strength with every mouthful of blood he swallowed. He usually drank until most of his thirst passed, but made sure not to kill his preys. Despite the urge for blood, he still wasn’t one to kill a human being. Besides, she had been quite the fun one to talk to while he had gotten her drunk so he would be able to feed from her later. Probably the only good thing about his vampire life was that he couldn’t get drunk, as it made him able to get his preys completely wasted without feeling anything himself - and also because alcohol tasted so damn good, probably the best taste there was, right after fresh blood.

He ignored her whimpers and faint struggling for the most part, grumbling a little because she was being so loud, but it didn’t really matter. He was in a city filled with junkies, drunks and prostitutes, so no one bothered to look up at disturbing sounds anymore - especially not when they came from some random alley. By the time he finished, all sound had died on her lips as she sank into unconsciousness a little while earlier. He dropped the body where he stood, sliding his tongue over his teeth to clean the blood away and eyeing himself in the window once again.

“So much better now.” he mused to himself, his voice still the same kind of evilly amused as before. His cheeks had gotten a noticeable amount of colour again and when he grinned at his mirrored self, the sharp teeth were clearly visible - that was of course until he retracted them. With a satisfied clack of his tongue, he made half a pirouette before walking out from the sideway alley with a swinging step and a happy grin on his face, humming some long forgotten catchy melody.

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They strutted into the room and almost immediately a pack of blood was pushed under Hangeng’s nose by the smallest of his two companions. He looked at it for a moment, before eyeing the both of them with a slightly disgusted expression. The smiles sent back at him were both amused, but Ryeowook’s expression seemed to be slightly expectant as well.

“If you want I can pour it in a cup for you.” Siwon told him with the same calm smile as he had used since the start. Hangeng wrinkled his nose at the thought, but then reached out the pack to the taller vampire anyway. “Yes please.” The amused smile Siwon showed him was not at all degrading, so he took the cup when it was reached out to him. The blood smelled strangely appealing, so he didn’t lose any more time with trying to come over as less thirsty than he was, clanking the contents of his cup back with one swallow.

The moment the blood entered his mouth, he suddenly fell to the ground, the two others watching undisturbed how he wriggled on the Floor, trying to escape a seemingly invisible attacker. After a while, his struggles ended and he was left panting, eyes tightly shut. He stopped moving after a while again, growing almost deadly still. There were a few moments ticking by, but suddenly Ryeowook gasped and when Siwon looked at him, he saw him being pinned to the wall by the foreign vampire.

“Hangeng-ssi, calm down.” Siwon calmly stated, using the Korean formality despite the fact that the rest of his words were in Chinese. “You said you wanted to know. We gave you blood with the memories of its owner. Now you know.” Hangeng turned to look at him, then moved so fast even the vampires had trouble watching him move. In less than a second, he was near Siwon, but then he collapsed against the other, everything turning around him, and a light feeling in his head.

“You’ve drunk the venger’s blood, Hangeng. You’re not used to the effects, so don’t rush yourself too much, you might overpower your own body. It would be like suicide and that’d be the first case in many centuries.” a voice told him softly.

“Blood with the memory of its owner?” he squeaked, his voice nothing but a whisper. “The venger’s blood? How disturbed ARE you people? I don’t want to be no damn Daywalker! Get the hell away from me! Let me out of this place! Have you all lost your minds? Forcing others to become something they don’t even know and just assuming they’ll be fine with it?” He dashed away from Siwon, almost running into the door in his haste, not really used to this new ultra enhanced speed he found. He was already halfway the corridor by the time the two vampires realised he had moved, and as Ryeowook took his first step outside of the door, Hangeng found himself back in his room already, which was almost on the other side of the building.

He sat down on his bed, panting and dizzy, realising he should take the warning by heart, because it seemed like he would indeed be able to kill himself if he overdid it with this new skills. Yet he didn’t get long to think about that, because his mind was getting overcrowded with the memories of the venger. He kept seeing flashes of events, images that explained the whole idea behind the facility he was in and what would happen to him in the course of his time there. In fact, he almost passed out because of the intensity of it all and the exhaustion of overworking his body. He felt himself tilt to the left, falling down onto his bed. Right before his head touched the pillow, however, two hands caught it and he could smell the blood he had drunk before.

“You are a brave fool, Hangeng-sii.” the slightly familiar voice spoke to him in Korean, before smoothly sliding into Chinese. “Rest now, your body needs it. We’ll talk when you wake up.” He felt his head being rested on something a little harder than his pillow, but the unchanging thump in his ears, which he recognised as being a heartbeat, lulled him to sleep before he could wonder any longer about this strange course of events.

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There was not a single sound to be heard in the forest, not even his enhanced hearing could pick up anything, and that worried him more than lots of noise would have. No forest was supposed to be THIS silent. There was always the rustling of leaves when tiny animals crawled over them, or the cracking of nutshells as squirrels had a go at eating. It was never as silent and dead as the forest he was walking through now. It was quite surprising, though, since only a few minutes ago – which was probably about a kilometre distance-wise – there had been all kinds of animals, from mice to deer. They all got out of his way as quickly as possible, of course, but they had still been there. At his current spot, there was a complete absence of life.

The reason for this lifelessness didn’t need much searching, however, because after not such a long walk – at normal speed this time – he noticed the dark aura himself. It felt like something dangerous was heeding in the forest, something that would indeed scare of any possible animal around. Not really afraid of any monster this world had to offer him, he simply kept walking, moving closer and closer towards the source of the darkness. It didn’t take him long to reach the little house that was standing in the middle of the forest. Slightly surprised, he wondered how any human would be able to live there, because if anything, he was really in the middle of nowhere.

Uncaring but still cautious, he strutted up to the wooden building. It was obviously built quite a few years ago, but couldn’t be THAT old, because the area still showed the traces of the trees that had been taken down for it. He walked closer to the door, listening for any sounds whatsoever or possible smells. It seemed like no one inhabited the house anymore, however, as there was a complete absence of any smells, so he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Almost immediately a hard object connected with his head, breaking in the process because his body of course was stronger than whatever had hit him – he had fed mere hours ago anyway. As he turned in the next flash, he came eye to eye with another vampire – it was obviously a vampire as the person’s eyes were blood red and his skin was as white as paper – which shocked him so much that he froze for a moment. Before the other could lash out and hit him with bare hands, however, he ducked away again, moving away slightly and then lashing out himself, grabbing the wrists of the other and turning them so that the other’s arms were locked behind his back. He gave a kick against the vampire’s kneeholes and as the other sank to the ground, he marvelled over how easy it had been to defeat him.

“I come in peace. Don’t be so aggressive.” he said calmly, his voice resounding in the rather empty little house. There was a slight tremble in the other one’s body as he held it rather tightly. For a moment longer he held on, but then he let go, the other vampire dropping to the ground like a lifeless pile of bones. He crouched down next to the other and turned him over, immediately being stared at by the blood red eyes that held no power whatsoever. “You look starved. How long is it ago since you fed last?” he mumbled, frowning slightly. The other stared at him for a moment, before a slight smile spread over his lips.

“Eleven years.” the reply came, hoarse and soft, as if the other hadn’t spoken in a long time.