a light drizzle falls from a dark sky and marcus lifts his face, letting the scattered drops hit his cheeks as he takes a drag from his cigarette. he wonders, fleetingly, if he should go inside—if only to save his cigarette and keep his (expensive) jeans from soaking through. but inside means people, and hallways, and constant chatter, and none of that sounds particularly appealing to marcus at the moment. he needs to be alone.
it’s been one of those weeks. the nightmares have been getting bad again, the faces of the people he killed (hungrily, and out of control, but still killed) haunting him every time he closes his eyes. he tries telling himself it’s not his fault, but he doesn’t believe it, and the guilt settles heavy in marcus’ stomach. it’s been two whole years since marcus last accidentally killed someone, but he still doesn’t know how to deal with any of the aftermath. mostly he’s just been trying to avoid sleep.
he sighs, leaning back against the back of the bench he’s sitting on, and rubs a hand over his face as he hears footsteps approaching. he groans, letting his hand slide off his face as he looks to see who the hell decided to trek to this secluded part of campus in the middle of a rainy night. “didn’t anybody every tell you to stay away from brooding vampires in the dark?”
it caitee again! here with muse no.2, welcome to the stage, marcus wu. he’s a vampire, a fashion major, a chaotic gay, and a massive dork. he’s also on the baseball team (he totally doesn’t use his vampire powers to cheat at all) and in the fashion club. profile is here, bio is here ( though everything in the bio is also under the cut ), and some basic plots up here. gonna post a starter for this guy soon too, also feel free to like this post/dm me (on hoetaek please!)/all that good stuff if you wanna plot!
marcus is a very young vampire, having being turned only four years ago when he was twenty-one
he was born in liaoning, china, but moved to new york with his parents before his first birthday
his parents had high profile jobs—his mother a lawyer and his father the CEO of a successful clothing company—and never really had a lot of time for their son
marcus got in trouble a lot, messed around at school, did stupid shit to try and get his parents attention
it worked, they would yell at him, tell him he was being a brat and that they didn’t have time for his bullshit, but at least they were talking to him
he managed to get involved in some shady shit (drugs)
one day he and his best friend were doing a delivery in one of the shiftier parts of town when they were cornered by a group of vampires
these vamps were for sure going to kill them, but marcus managed to talk his way into getting turned instead
tbh he kinda saw it as an out from his shitty life, and a get out of jail free card for all the trouble he got into
he’s not the smartest cookie though, and didn’t really think through the whole drinking blood and being immortal and not being able to really go out in the sun thing
his friend was turned with him and the two of them stayed with the group that turned them for a little while
but it turned out these vamps were kinda hella evil and also in some crazy ancient war with the local werewolves so our boys were like, nah fuck that and noped out after about six months
they went out on their own and tried to figure out how to control their thirst and avoid killing people
turns out that’s a lot easier said then done, esp for baby vampires, and they definitely accidentally killed some people and maybe almost got caught a couple of times
they went along like this up until about two years ago when they managed to draw enough attention to themselves that another vampire noticed them and picked them up
he was a lot kinder than the original mob that our boys ran into, and also like a million years old so much wiser then these two dummies
he basically dragged their asses to korea and enrolled them in keisung, telling them that a) they’d be safe here and b) they’d be able to learn to control all the vampire stuff and actually have decent lives
marcus studies fashion because he’s always had an interest in it (influenced by his father’s company though he’d never say it)
mostly he’s pretty carefree, still doing basically whatever he wants and managing to get into trouble, though less severe then he used to
he’d probably be eternally confused and would never get anything done if it wasn’t for his friends
(open plot point: his best friend who was turned with him. lbr this boy would have died if he didn’t have someone with him)
assumes his parents think he’s dead (would never admit it but he actually misses them sometimes)
has nightmares about the people he’s killed, and just generally has a lot of regrets about becoming a vampire (though he tries not to show this either)
doesn’t give a shit about the vampire/werewolf rivalry, probably tries to befriend every werewolf he meets just for the hell of it
tbh he probably tries to befriend everyone he meets (and he’s probably pretty successful lbr)
tyler can feel the shift in marcus’ demeanor when the weight of the situations finally dawns on him. “hey,” tyler whispers softly to him, “listen to me, okay? we’re going to be fine.” he can feel the other’s hand start to shake in his own and pulls him to his chest again. “we’re going to be fine,” he repeats, “i’m not going to let anyone hurt you, okay? but, we need to move.” he looks up over marcus’ shoulder only to see a hunter with a bow aimed toward them and an arrow already on it’s way. “no!” he shouts, shoving the other man to the side. it goes clean through his stomach and the fact that it doesn’t immediately heal tells him it has to be silver, but it won’t kill him. it’ll just take a bit longer for the skin to regenerate. he kneels next to where he pushed the other to the ground. “i’m sorry. are you okay?” he gets out, hand tight over his own stomach. his vision blurs for a moment and he thinks belatedly that there might have been some type of poison on the arrow. “i don’t—,” his head swims, but he distinctly sees the hunter loading another arrow, “hunter,” he gets out brusquely. “marcus, you— you have to go without me. i’ll kill him, but you have to go now.” he thinks he might cry, or maybe he’s already crying, he’s not sure. everything’s too overwhelming and he just needs his best friend to get out of there.
one moment marcus is starting to believe tyler, starting to almost feel... safe there, pressed into tyler’s chest, his voice comforting and familiar. the next moment he’s being pushed to the ground, and he looks up just in time to see an arrow shoot right through his best friend’s stomach. an arrow that definitely would’ve hit him if he hadn’t been pushed. “no... NO!” he moves to get up but tyler’s already there, kneeling in front of him, apologising for some reason marcus doesn’t understand and he’s shaking his head before the other has even finished talking. “tyler.. what the fuck?” he grips tyler’s shoulders, holds on to him tight. he can tell something’s wrong, something more then just an arrow to the stomach, but almost as soon as marcus finishes talking tyler’s warnings reach his ears, and he whips his head around to look at the hunter in question. he hears tyler telling him to go, to leave him, but marcus doesn’t have to think to know there’s no way he’s doing that. instead he gets to his feet, and leaps at the hunter.
he’s acting out of instinct again, going for the arm first, bending it back at the shoulder until he hears a crack and the hunter drops the crossbow. then he grabs the guy’s head, twisting until he hears another sickening crack, and he falls. he’s about to turn back to tyler when suddenly someone else is on him, and a scream of pain escapes his lips as something sharp—a knife? a dagger?—cuts across his back. whatever it was it was laced with something because it burns as it slices, but marcus barely registers the pain. instead he grabs this new hunter by the throat, and sinks his teeth into their neck, ripping and tearing at the flesh until this one too goes limp. he doesn’t stop to think, instead just goes straight back to tyler, ignoring his own wound to pull his shirt off and press it to tyler’s. “there’s no fucking way I’m leaving you. I can’t lose you, okay? so... fuck. either I get out of this with you by my side or not at all, nothing... nothing matters except for you.”
the first thing he thinks of is marcus. he has to find marcus immediately, but he doesn’t want to leave inha alone. hyunbin will probably come for them, right? he thinks briefly. there’s a part of him that feels like an asshole for wanting to hand her off to someone else, but marcus has to be his priority right now. he.. he can’t live like this without him. he won’t. before he can think about leaving the area to look for his best friend, there’s something flying towards him. he hears it before he sees it: a silver arrow. he catches it in his hand and it has to have something on it because it burns like hell, but he flips it around and throws it back in the direction it came from. a shout of pain reaches his ears and he knows he hit his unseen target.
fuck this, he thinks and is about to run off when he sees the man in question that he’s been wanting to find. the first thing that passes through his mind is “thank fucking god”; the other is blood. so much blood. he’s still standing, stunned, when the other’s body crashes into his. his arms wrap around the other’s middle out of instinct, keeping him close. he sees the frantic look in marcus’ eyes and nods his head. “i’m okay, i’m fine, i’m okay,” he chants, before rushing out, “is this your blood? marcus, focus for a second. this isn’t yours, right?” he’d heal, tyler tells himself. it can’t be his, there’s no way. but, he still can’t help the questions. he has to be sure that marcus isn’t hurt. his hands seem to have a mind of their own, reaching up to wipe at the other’s mouth while taking in a ragged breath. “okay, we have to go. these hunters are everywhere,” he says, pulling the marcus’ hands away from his face and holding one in his hand tightly. “please stay behind me. you— i can’t let you get hurt.”
marcus blinks back at tyler when he asks about the blood, and it takes him a moment to register what he’s talking about. “oh. it’s not... I’m okay, it’s not mine, there was a hunter, he came at me but...” it dawns on marcus then, exactly what’s going on here, the true weight of this situation, the fact that he’d just ripped some guy’s throat out without a second thought, but also the fact that that guy was inches away from killing him, that there are more people out here who want to kill him, kill tyler, that either of them could be dead at any second. he feels his hands starting to shake, he’s fucking terrified, but he forces himself to focus on the man in front of him. tyler is okay, they’re together, and right now they’re alive. they’ve been through a lot of shit together, tyler has gotten marcus out of tight spots on countless occasions, and sure maybe they haven’t gone up against anything as bad as this, but as long as they’re together they’re going to be okay. right? as tyler takes his hand, holds on tight, marcus takes a deep breath in and lets himself believe it. “okay, I’ve got your back. I can’t let you get hurt either, okay? I—” can’t live without you. “we have to get through this together.”
“TYLER!” marcus bursts from his tent with one name on his lips, one face in his mind, and one goal: find << @tylerwxng >>. he’s not even a hundred percent sure what’s going on, he heard the alarm, and the screaming—he thinks it might be a hunter attack but he’s not sure if that’s an assumption or if he’d actually heard someone yell that amongst the screaming. but it doesn’t matter. all that matters is that there’s danger, and danger means marcus needs to find tyler, now. he runs, full vampire super speed, towards where he knows tyler’s tent is, cursing whoever it was that assigned them tents so far away from each other. something comes at him from the side, a man wielding a long wooden stake, and marcus is lucky, catches sight of him just in time to grab his arm and hold him in place, the stake mere inches away from marcus’s chest. marcus growls at the man, eyes feral, teeth bared. it’s been a good two years since marcus was last like this, last let his vampiric instincts fully take over, last... killed. but he doesn’t think about that, or how it might affect him later. all he’s thinking about, as he grabs this hunter by the hair and sinks his teeth into his throat, is destroying anyone who might possibly hurt the one person who gives him any kind of purpose in his godforsaken undead life.
the hunter drops but marcus doesn’t spare him another glance, just continues on in his full speed search, not taking any notice of the blood now splattered on his face and clothes. he finally spots tyler, somewhere close to where his tent was marcus thinks, though it’s hard to tell location in this chaos. marcus runs with renewed energy, slowing down just enough as he gets closer to not completely bowl the two of them over as he practically crashes into tyler, flinging his arms around his best friend and holding him close. “are you okay?” he asks in a rushed, breathless gasp, pulling away enough to rest his hands on either side of tyler’s face, looking at him with frenzied concern. “are you hurt? we need to get the fuck out of here.”
marcus bounces on his toes up on the platform above the maze, eyes narrowed in determination focus flicking between << @woojinksa ‘s >> position and the maze as a whole, trying to figure out the best path for his partner to take. this event has brought out marcus’s competitive side and the second he’d gotten up onto this platform he’d been in game mode. as for his partner? so far marcus is pretty happy to be paired with woojin (even if he’d secretly been hoping the staff would’ve paired him up with tyler). he hadn’t had much interaction with woojin before, and they only had a little bit of time to get to know each other today before the first activity, but so far woojin seems pretty cool, marcus likes him, and at least he seems as enthusiastic about the activities as marcus does.
he’d just directed woojin to a crossroads, and marcus pauses as he considers the two paths ahead of him. “okay,” he says into the walkie talkie. “the left path is a a little more straight forward and will probably get you to the end faster, except there’s this like vine creature thing blocking the way. the right path is clear of creatures, but it’s longer and kind of winds back in on itself a little bit before you’re really moving forward. I’ll guide you either way, but I think it’s going to have to be up to you which direction you wanna go,” he explains, probably sounding much smarter and more professional then he normally would in.. literally any other situation.
if anyone else had asked him this type of favor, he would have absolutely turned them down. but, it’s marcus and, unfortunately, he can’t deny that boy anything. he’s walking towards the forest with his hands in his pockets when he spots him. the other is surrounded in suitcases and he takes a deep breath. it’s going to be a long night. a smile graces his features when marcus notices him and starts waving. he nods his head in greeting, “yes, yes, i’m here. i told you i would be,” he sighs, but doesn’t shrug his arm off like he would most people. marcus isn’t most people.
“i’m as ready as i’ll ever be,” he mutters, looking over the clothes that his best friend is pointing out to him. they all seem to be of a similar theme and he sees lots of black, but every outfit looks great; they always do. his head snaps up at marcus comment and he’s sure he has a look of disbelief on his face. “are you serious right now?” he deadpans, looking at the forest behind them and then back at the other. “you want me to—,” he takes a deep breath and rubs at his temples. what else did he expect, honestly? “whatever. i doubt anyone’s out here this late anyways,” he says as he heads to the wall of trees. he stations himself behind one and is changed in record time. the pants fit like a second skin and the shirt is completely see-through. the fact that he knows he looks good doesn’t make him any less self-conscious. he heads back towards marcus, fidgeting with his sleeves. there’s an embarrassed smile on his face by the time he reaches him. “is it okay?” he asks.
“I know, I’m sorry, it was the one thing I didn’t think about,” marcus says in response to tyler’s reaction to having to change behind a tree, and he scrunches his nose up into an expression he hopes is both apologetic and pleading at the same time. he lets out a sigh of relief when tyler agrees and starts walking towards the forest. “thank you! this is why you’re the best and I love youuu!” he calls out behind him, before turning to his equipment and starting to set up the lights. marcus has a vision; he’s going for a sexy/chic creature-of-the-night aesthetic with this lookbook, has picked the perfect section of forest to serve as the backdrop, and is pretty sure he knows where he needs the lights to be to illuminate his best friend in just the right way. he’s about half way through setting up when tyler walks back out, and marcus freezes in place when he catches sigh of his best friend.
it’s not that he didn’t know tyler was going to look good in the clothes he picked for him. the truth is, in marcus’s mind, tyler is the most beautiful person in the world, and he designs almost all his clothes for tyler—of course you’d have to tie him up and force a truth potion down his throat to get him to say this out loud to anyone let alone tyler himself. but it’s one thing imagining tyler in a particular outfit, another thing entirely to see it in person. tyler looks.... hot. so hot that it has marcus’s cold dead heart beating frantically, and his hands feeling oddly clammy. seems tyler’s changing room wasn’t the only thing marcus didn’t think about. breathe, marcus, he tells himself firmly. it’s not like you haven’t seen him looking extra attractive before, just focus, you’ve got a job to do. he takes a deep breath, forces one of his signature grins onto his face, and gives tyler a totally platonic thumbs up. “you look incredible.” the compliment is genuine, but marcus does his best to make it seem like a bro-complimenting-bro moment and not like he really wants to run his hands over tyler’s chest and smash their lips together. “let me just finish setting these lights up and then we’ll start.”
he focuses his attention on the lights, keeping his eyes away from tyler as much as possible. he’s going to be spending the rest of the night with his eyes focusing very specifically on his far-too-attractive best friend, so he’s using this brief moment to mentally prepare himself. he’s done almost too quickly, though, and his attention returns to tyler as he backs up a little, getting his camera out and motioning for tyler to come stand in the middle of the rectangle of forest that’s currently framed by the lights. “so if you hadn’t guessed I’m going for a sexy vibe for this shoot, so just be yourself and it should be fine,” marcus says with a grin, keeping his tone light and joke-y even though he kind of means it. “just like...” he hesitates on what he’s going to say next. he’s going to regret it later, he’s sure, but he has a job to do, and, well, there’s no harm in leaning into the fantasy a little while they’re here right? “pretend I’m someone you’re super attracted to and you’re trying to seduce me.”
she’s finished “healing” for the night, her strength back in full as she makes her way back from the beach. despite only having parted from the ocean for a short while, she can already feel the pull from it, her stride lengthening. it calls out to her, beckons her to return, hyeri continuing to show the ocean her back. it’s a feeling she is accustomed to, she never truly feels at “ease” until she’s back under the ocean’s tides and waves-the “perk” of being a siren. the brunette lets out a soft sigh, adjusting her clothes as she makes her way back to the dorms. it is tiring longing for the ocean and for it to long you back, it is a feeling she tries to ignore most of the time. atleast the sky is darkened, hiding her from curious eyes.
hyeri startles, nearly jumping in her spot, from the sudden onslaught of yelling. nearly steps and breaks that pencil in half. she looks up, searching for the voice in the trees, and struggling to find them in the darkness of the night and the shroud of the trees. the siren had spoke too soon, a dark shadow passing over her face for a split second as she realizes someone is here. her eyes dart from branch to branch, searching, but finding nothing. a moment passes before she gives up, bending down to pick up the pencil. the object stays in her hand as she looks back up, “why are you up there?” the question leaves her lips as she plays with the pencil between her fingers, wiggling it back and forth, “i can’t see you so i don’t know where to throw it.”
marcus winces slightly at the way hyeri startles, feeling bad for suddenly yelling at her out of nowhere. he hadn’t really thought about how dark it is, and the fact that non-vampire eyes (like those of a siren, for example) probably wouldn’t be able to see him up the tree, shrouded in darkness, as clearly as he can see her down on the ground. “sorry!” he calls out, trying to shift himself into a position where the moonlight would allow her to see him. “I’m right— actually you know what I’ll just come down.” he gives up with a laugh. he jumps from branch to branch, his vampire agility allowing him to land about two feet in front of hyeri with ease.
“it’s just me, sorry for startling you,” he greets her, genuinely apologetic. marcus wouldn’t say hyeri is one of his closest friends, but he’s seen her around enough to offer a smile and a wave in passing, and he likes her enough to feel bad about scaring her. “I was working on some designs for class,” he explains, starting to answer he earlier question. “we’re supposed to be designing nature-inspired fashions so I thought sitting in a tree was a good idea. apparently not though cause I have barely anything to show for it except for a vague skirt idea, a dropped pencil, and a startled friend.” he scrunches his nose up, scratching the side of his head sheepishly. “anyway, thanks for stopping and picking up my pencil, I hope me yelling at you from the dark didn’t ruin your night.”
YAYA’S JOURNEY BECOMING a ghost had been full of ups & downs . a crazy rollercoaster ride which had taught the girl the various pros & cons that were coupled along with stepping over into the afterlife . & , while she had quickly learned that her inexperience walking through walls or making herself solid , made life quite difficult . the spirit was still stuck on whether never sleeping , was a good , or bad thing . it had it’s perks , of course . & not needing to dedicate , at least , a few hours to recharge meant for unlimited time to get things done , or simply cause a little mischief . that aspect was great . but , it was boredom she often times found herself faced with . a definite con to the whole , being awake twenty-four hours , thing . with such an issue , it was exactly that problem , which had the ghost venturing outside . searching for something to keep herself entertained .
that’s how she found herself under this tree . simply passing by , before it was a foreign object which had come falling from the sky . naturally , it was a jump that had been exerted through her shoulders . hands flying up in a position almost as if she was ready to swing at the air . yet , it was a familiar voice which had the tension in her body language suddenly dissolve . a grin immediately spreading across her features as she looked up to meet marcus’ gaze . “ not cool man !! you almost scared me half to death .. & that’s saying something . “ the ghost laughs , picking up the other's pencil . floating up to join him as she hands it over . “ what are you doing up here ?? “ she questions , eyes growing curious as they fall upon his sketch pad . “ are you drawing or something ?? “
marcus grins down at yaya when she spots him, unable to keep himself from laughing at her reaction to his pencil falling in front of her. “sorry yaya! it was an accident,” he calls down to her, still chuckling. he shifts back into the comfortable position he’d been in earlier as yaya floats up to him, taking his pencil off her with a grateful nod. “I’m doing homework, believe it or not,” he answers her question, turing his sketchbook around to show her the skirt he’d drawn. it’s pretty basic, he’d just added some floral details before he’d gotten stuck, but it’s still not exactly the best thing he’s ever designed. “we’re supposed to be creating nature-inspired designs, but I’m not having much luck, I think I have creative block,” he explains, making a face and tapping the side of his head with the eraser end of his pencil.
“what are you up to? do you wanna do something fun? I don’t think I’m getting any more work done tonight.” marcus closes his book, sitting up and tilting his head hopefully as he looks at yaya. in all honesty, he’s bored, and he’s glad it was yaya who was walking by at the right time. she’s one of marcus’s favourite people to hang out with, they always have fun together, and right now getting into some mischief with yaya sounds way more appealing then sitting in this tree trying (and failing) to get some work done.
marcus waits not far from the edge of the forest, two huge suitcases either side of him—one full of clothes, the other full of lighting equipment. there’s a third, much smaller bag slung over his shoulder too, this one holding his camera. he probably looks like some kind of weird ethereal pack horse, out here with his bags all bathed in moonlight, but he’s too excited about what the night holds to care what a stranger might think if they decided to walk by. tonight marcus is shooting a lookbook—an assignment for one of his classes—and with the forest as his back drop and his best friend as his model, he’s feeling pretty optimistic about how the shoot’s going to go.
he perks up when he catches sight of < @tylerwxng > approaching, lifting both his arms up to wave in greeting. “ty, ty, ty, ty!” he calls out, shifting his weight from leg to leg in time to his chant-like greeting. he pulls him in to wrap an arm around his shoulders in a kind of sideways hug as soon as he’s close enough, patting him enthusiastically on the shoulder. “are you ready? I think we’re in for a fun night!” marcus grins, pulling away to lay the suitcase full of clothes on the ground. “so I have like, a million outfits planned, but I think I’ve sorted them into an order in my head from best to.. less best, so if we don’t get to all of them then it’s still going to be a good shoot,” he explains, opening up the suitcase and pulling out the first outfit: tight leather-look jeans and a long sleeved black mesh t-shirt with roses embroidered across the back. he goes to hand the clothes over along with a pair of slick black ankle boots, when he suddenly realises that, amongst all his planning for the shoot, he hadn’t thought about where tyler was supposed to get changed. “uh... do you mind getting changed behind a tree? it’s pretty dark and there’s like no one around, and I can scare off anyone who might decide to wonder over?”
anywhere in the star wars universe, like get me a spaceship, a blaster, and a furry companion and I’ll han solo it tf up yes please.
if you could turn any activity into an olympic sport, what would you have a good chance at winning a medal for?
shit idfk, being a dumbass? getting into trouble? like I have things I’m decent at but nothing I’m like olympic level good at. maybe one day, but for now I’m just your regular old vampire guy.
what’s your biggest pet peeve?
people who talk down at me when I don’t know something, like I’m sorry I don’t have google in my brain, but you don’t have to talk to me like I’m a child just cause I don’t know what fucking onomatopoeia is or some shit. I have street smarts not book smarts asshole.
what’s something you’ve been meaning to try, but haven’t gotten around to doing?
I’ve been interested in embroidery for a while, I really want to embroider cool shit on all my denim jackets and stuff, but I just haven’t gotten around to getting all the stuff I need to start learning.
what’s the earliest memory you have?
I was like three? or four? I accidentally dropped something, I think it was a plate or a mug or something along those lines, and cut my hand on one of the pieces. it wasn’t even anything expensive that I broke, but my parents yelled at me about being clumsy and useless and wouldn’t even give me a band-aid, they made the housekeeper take care of my cut. I think it was at that moment I realised that my parents didn’t really give a shit about me.
do you believe it’s okay to lie and under what circumstances?
yeah it’s okay to lie, a few white lies never hurt anyone. as long as it’s not something huge that’s going to ruin someone’s life or something.
describe yourself in one sentence.
your local dumbass vampire with a passion for fashion.
what’s your star sign? (if applicable)
I’m a scorpio, can’t you tell?
night owl or early bird?
night owl. fuck the sun, it doesn’t like me anyway.
“ it is unknown of when the first vampire was born. there are some that will say they were crafted by the ancient gods, made to starve off the human population. then others will say they are a curse, an evil made by the devil himself. “
“the forest is pretty cool, it’s fun to explore, you can kinda disappear into another world, there’s some beautiful shit in there. also wherever tyler is at any given time.”
“wouldn’t it be hilarious if I said something like twilight, or interview with a vampire or some shit? actually interview with a vampire is a pretty decent movie, kinda feel bad for putting it up there with twilight… anyway, irrelevant. my favourite movie is fight club.”
“I mean… I’m a vampire so… I don’t really eat? food? anymore? so I guess like.. blood is my favourite food now by defult? when I was human it was pizza. I miss pizza…”
