[FIC] Memories

Title: Memories
Characters: Super Junior
Rating: R
Chaptercount: 7/26
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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“Misun.” Sang Mi agreed with a short nod of her head. She got up from the bed again, lifting a hand to stop Hyukjae when he wanted to get up too. While walking to his closet and rummaging through it, she kept talking, however. “She’s the one who started this facility. One of the two who came up with the whole idea of Daywalkers and created the machines and fluids we use for the changing process.” A soft sigh escaped her lips as she closed the door again, turning around and locking eyes with him for the first time since she had started explaining things to him. He eyed her for a moment, forehead creased in a frown.

“What?” he asked as she remained silent and a smile tugged up the corners of her mouth. “You’re giving me that look again. Whatever it is I’m not going to like; spit it.” His words made her chuckle and he knew from the way she cocked her head to the side that he had hit bull’s-eye.

“You know me too well, Hyukjae, even if it’s only been a month, maybe two.” she then said, her smile turning softer. “But yes, it’s something you’re not going to like.” She walked up to him and sat down next to him again, subtly slipping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him closer to her – of course that only worked because he allowed her to do so. “You’re going to have to feed from me.”

He was out of her grasp and at the other end of the room before the words had fully left her mouth, his eyes blazing with anger and defiance. “You KNOW I don’t do that, Sang Mi.” he hissed at her, not believing that she was telling him to do something he had told her he’d never do – feed directly from a human. Her smile didn’t leave her face, however, and she pointed to the closet he was now standing close to as she spoke again.

“I should have stated it differently. You’re going to have to drink my blood. It’s in there.” she rephrased her words. Hyukjae stared at her a moment longer before cautiously moving to the closet and opening it. Inside, on the first shelf his eyes looked at, there was a blood pack. He frowned, turning his head to look at her.

“What’s this?” he inquired to know, still ready to break out into a run if she as much as tried to make him do something he didn’t want to. Yet she merely smiled and shrugged.

“Exactly what I just told you it is; my blood.” He quirked an eyebrow at her, obviously not at all satisfied with the answer.
“Why is there a pack of your blood lying in a closet in MY room?” he then asked, his apprehension having turned into a slight annoyance.

“Every nurse carries a blood pack with them. That way in case a vampire goes on a rampage, they can distract him with it long enough to get away.” she calmly explained, before nodding at the closet a second time. “That one’s my backup, since you always refuse to feed I had to take extra precautions in the beginning. The blood might expire soon, though, and I need you to be able to control yourself when I’m talking to you– don’t give me that defiant look, I saw your hungry eyes going to my throat before. Just drink it.”

Even though he huffed and frowned at her, he still turned back to the closet, taking the blood pack and sinking his fangs into it after a mere moment of consideration. The coppery taste and smell soon took over his senses and he relished in it, savouring the soft murmuring at the back of his mind that grew stronger as he drank more. The pack was empty sooner than he wanted it to be, but the most of his thirst was sedated so he figured he didn’t need more. Right at that moment, one of the things murmured at the back of his head got through to him and he turned around on his heels, sending an amused grin Sang Mi’s way. The girl eyed him questioningly, not sure where the sudden good mood came from.

“So you think I look hot with the right lighting?” he then asked amused, effectively causing her eyes to widen.

☆.:**´¨`**:.☆

A tall, lanky man snuck through the dirty, deserted streets. He was close to his target, he could feel it. Somewhere in the distance he could already hear the other vampire’s cool voice combined with the evil aura spreading around which made it clear that he was feeding. Not soon after a kind of humming started and he arrived right in time to see the dark-haired vampire step out of an alley, smirk evident on his face and a nonchalance over him that made it clear he wasn’t expecting any enemies to show up. Right before the dark-haired vampire would walk out into the slightly more busy street, he took his chance and lunged forward, colliding with the other and pushing him back into the unnoticed alley that way.

“What the..” the dark-hair grunted as the air was pushed out of him by the collision, but in a fraction of a second, before he could even think about reacting, he felt the sting of a vampire’s fangs piercing his skin and mere moments later he collapsed to the ground as his body momentarily lost all strength. It took him exactly half a second to realise his attackers stopped after just one bite and then he threw himself forward, ready to rip this insolent brat’s heart out for being arrogant enough to try and attack him.

“Stop attacking me.” a calm voice stated and he felt his muscles locking in place, stopping him in the middle of his attack. With a frustrated hiss he tried to reach out again, but his body refused to listen to his will. He growled and glared at the other, who didn’t seem to be impressed even the littlest bit. Instead, the red-hair got up calmly and dusted off his clothes. “Get up.” he then commanded and the other found himself getting up without even wanting to. Another frustrated growl erupted from deep in his throat and he glared at the red-hair even more viciously. “You can stop with the glaring, Heechul-ssi.” the other calmly stated. “I’m not going to attack you and you won’t be able to attack or kill me either. I just took over your sire’s place, your body will obey me whether you want that or not.”

“You did what?” Heechul hissed through his teeth, his good mood from having gotten another easy fed completely gone. “Who are you and why the hell do you go around assaulting others when they least expect it when you don’t even want to kill them?” He lifted a hand to brush his hair back in place and strangely found that he was able to do that. When he reached out a hand to touch the other’s shoulder, that worked as well, but the moment he moved to continue his earlier attack, his muscles locked in place again and he could only relax when he focused on taking a step back and making sure he was alright.

“My name is Zhou Mi.” the red-hair replied as if nothing was wrong, his calm composure bothering Heechul to no ends. “And I do that because my orders are to catch you, so I’m catching you. In case you didn’t understand my earlier words, you’ll have to do everything I tell you to from now on.” With a flick of his hand, he suddenly popped a phone into it, calmly dialling a number. His rage bigger than he could manage, Heechul glared at the whole event, before lashing out and hitting the phone out of the other’s hand. He sent it flying through the air only to land against the wall with a loud smack and break into several pieces. Zhou Mi’s eyes followed the little machine, watching it snap apart. “Mhm, strange, you shouldn’t have been able to do that.” he mused in hardly visible surprise.

“You told me not to attack you. I didn’t attack you, I attacked the phone.” Heechul replied to that, turning away and walking out of the alley again, not wanting to spend another second in the tall vampire’s company. Sadly for him, he was joined by that same vampire only a split second later.

“You’re right, we should find a place to spend the day so you don’t burn up into dust. I don’t think they’d appreciate me delivering you in an urn.”

☆.:**´¨`**:.☆

He woke to the same sound he fell asleep with; the constant beating of a heart. With an almost nerve wrecking speed he shot up into a sitting position, his frantic eyes searching the room for this human. However, the moment his eyes locked with a different pair, he realised who he was with again and why exactly the heartbeat wasn’t accompanied by the usual lust for the warm blood being pumped through most humans’ vulnerable veins. He took in a hissing breath as he moved further away from the venger, until he bumped against the foot end of the bed, where he remained.

“I can’t believe you’re really afraid of me, Hangeng-ssi.” the venger suddenly spoke in a soft tone, a slight smile plastered on her face. “I thought you’d know better than to run away so fast. You’re lucky I got here before they did or you’d have been drugged right now. How are you feeling? How’s your head?” She reached out a hand to him, but he immediately got up from the bed at that, bringing even more distance in between him and this creature whose memories he possessed.

“You know me.” he suddenly stated, narrowing his eyes as the realisation hit him. He could see himself – or at least a younger and blonder version of him – clearly visible in her memories. His words apparently were amusing to her, because she let out a relaxed and clear laugh at his words.

“Ahh, Hangeng-ssi, who doesn’t know you?” she then replied and he suddenly realised they had been talking Korean all along – he fucked up on pretending he only knew Chinese.

“What do you mean who doesn’t know me? I’ve never pulled any attention towards myself.” he retorted, her laughter and seemingly carefree attitude only putting him on edge even more. She merely smiled and got up, walking to his closet and skimming through what was inside.

“True. For as long as you’ve been a vampire, you didn’t. But before this life, you’ve lived a different one. You were an entertainer, a singer in the Korean industry.” she calmly stated. “Then you went solo in China, but after a few years you were changed by a vampire who erased your memory. When you got here you actually helped out the facility. No one knew of your existence, no one but the few higher ups. Yet a few months ago you started to oppose to the system, started to disagree with some of their methods. So they caught you, erased your memory again and stuffed you in here as one of the patients. No one but the founders and I know.”

Hangeng stared at the completely unaffected venger. She was telling him everything without a single doubt or care, merely stating facts and showing him a relaxed smile. He narrowed his eyes even more, growling lowly before replying. “If I started rejecting their ideas and they erased my memories for that, then why are you telling me all this?” he asked, not believing a word of what she said because of her contradictions. Yet the girl got up this time, walking up to him and taking his hand before he could protest.

“I hope I can still trust you, even if they erased your memory. I’m telling you this because no matter what the facility may think and no matter how easily I let them do this to you, my loyalty lies first and foremost with you. You’re the one who told me to let them do this to you. You’re the one who told me to come to you after and tell you this. You’re the one who planned our every step from here on up till the moment we reach those you wanted us to reach. I need you to trust me, Hangeng-ssi, or this’ll never work out.”

“Why?” he repeated. “Who was I to you that you’re doing all this for me? Do you.. Were we.. lovers?” The thought somehow didn’t feel right and again the venger’s carefree laugh sounded through his room, before she took his other hand as well and squeezed them softly as she answered all his questions in one.

“You are my father.”

☆.:**´¨`**:.☆

There was a long silence after the confession, the one guy being pushed to the ground hardly able to get up even though the other was only loosely holding his arm anymore, too stunned by the revelation to keep up his threatening grip. For a moment longer they stared at each other, before Sungmin frowned and finally spoke again. “You’re kidding right?”

“No.” was the simple answer.

“Aren’t you thirsty?” he tried to come up with possible explanations for this strange guy to talk nonsense like he was, but couldn’t come up with anything.

“Yes.” Just as simple as before.

“Why haven’t you gone on a rampage yet?” Sungmin then wanted to know, since that was what he would do after not being able to feed for even a week.

“In case you haven’t noticed; there isn’t much around here to hunt. I kept myself inside this house for years. By the time my craving for blood was too much to resist, I was too weak to even open my own door.” the other said with a slight smirk, his words leading to him coughing violently, most probably because of his unfamiliarity with talking.

“Don’t we die if we don’t feed? Isn’t it our instinct to feed because otherwise we’ll die?”

“Apparently not.”

For a long time they just looked at each other, one breathing heavily because of how much he had strained his body, the other constantly moving his weight from one foot to the other, as if to keep himself from running off. They were both trying to think of what would come next, but neither obviously knew what to expect from the other. In the end, the stranger managed to get up from the ground by pulling himself up on the wall, and closed his eyes for a moment.

“What brings you here?” he then asked, letting his blood red eyes rest on Sungmin. In a strange way he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had met this vampire before, but he knew that was impossible, since he remembered everything that had happened to him throughout the past years as clearly as if it was just moments ago and this feminine looking young vampire in front of him certainly didn’t drop by before.

“Just wandering. Why are you here?” Sungmin replied as he let his eyes slide over the humble furniture in the small house. There was something that probably passed for a bed and a table, both obviously home made.

“Just surviving.” the stranger calmly retorted, in the same tone as he had spoken before.

Again they turned to look at each other, and then, out of nowhere, they both started smiling. Out of an urge, Sungmin reached out his hand to the other in an offer of peace.

“Sungmin.” he stated, as the other took his hand and shook it shortly.

“Henry.”