Whispers Of The Night (5)
Pairing: Stray Kids x Reader
Genre: Vampire! Au, College! Au
Warning: Violence, Mentions of Blood, Language
Word Count: 2.5k
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A/N: As always, thank you to @skzdust for all your help with this chapter, the last ones, and im sure future ones! And thank you to @xomakara for beta reading when I was heavily questioning myself!
Previous Chapters
Jeongin crawls onto the bed, hovering over you. You watch as he licks his lips, lowering his head, placing his lips onto yours. You move your hands up, grabbing the hem of his shirt. Your knuckles had already grazed his abs, making you groan internally. Just as you were about to get it over his head, the door to his room swings open.
Jeongin turns his head to see who it was, while you partially peek over his shoulder but also try to hide yourself from the intruder.
“Dude.” Jeongin says. “Kinda in the middle of something here.”
“Sorry, uh, we have a problem.” Changbin murmurs. “Hi, y/n.”
“Hi.” You squeak.
“Do I need to be there?” Jeongin asks with a sign.
“It's, uh, a problem in the basement.” Changbin says.
“Shit.” Jeongin says, moving faster than you'd ever seen. A millisecond ago he was laying on top of you, and then he was walking towards the door with Changbin.
“Can I help?” You ask, crawling off the bed, smoothing yourself out.
“Just go to your room. And stay there.” Jeongin says. “Plug your headphones in or something.” He finishes, just before he and Changbin disappear from his room. You take a deep breath, getting off Jeongin's bed, heading towards your room instead now. You can hear slight yelling from downstairs but you try to ignore it. You were told to stay out. It's their house, their basement and you didn't need to know what was down there. You put your headphones on, playing some music with the sole intention of studying… in a second. You lay down on your bed, closing your eyes, just to rest and picture in your head what could have happened with Jeongin.
You didn't mean to fall asleep. But you did, and when you woke up, your headphones were off and it was dark outside. You grabbed your phone with your eyes still closed, only opening only one of them to see a message from Chan.
‘We had to go out, and didn't want to wake you. So if we're not home, don't worry.’
You groan, closing your eyes, still feeling like you wanted to sleep. You tried but there was a sound you could just barely hear.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Your eyes shoot open. You sit up in your bed. Your eyes close for a second, when they open you're at the top of the stairs. They close again.
Open. You're halfway down the stairs.
Closed.
Open. You're in the kitchen.
What was happening?
Closed.
Open. Your hand hovers over the door knob to the basement. The sound is louder now.
Bang.
Bang.
It sounds like chains being hit against a metal pole.
Closed.
Open. You're half way down the basement stairs.
Closed.
Open. You're in the middle of the dimly lit, unfinished basement. You look around, your eyes trying to adjust. You see long black hair a ways in front of you. The whimpers and cries of a woman ring in your ears.
“Please.” She cries. “Please help me.” Her voice shakes as she calls out for you. “They kidnapped me. Chained me up down here.” She whispers.
“Oh my…” You trail off. Your head is screaming at you to turn around and go back upstairs but your body isn't responding. Instead you walk towards her, slowly. Listening to her plea’s and cries. It was like you had no control over what you were doing.
“Why? Why would they do this?” You ask, continuing to take your small steps towards her.
“I don't… I don't know.” She sniffles. “But I'm just so…” she pauses. “Hungry.”
You stop. There's a pit in your stomach. This isn't right. Something about this just isn't right.
“Can I go get you some food?” You whisper.
“You'll do.” She murmurs. “Come closer.”
You walk a little closer to her, an old metallic smell hits your nose.
“What do you mean I'll…” you begin. You're close to her. Too close. She turns around very suddenly. Large fangs spill from his mouth, dried blood covers her face and her body, her eyes shone red like the blood moon. You try to jump back but she grabs your leg, pulling you down onto the floor with such force. You scream, as loud as you can before your head is smashed against the concrete floor, you knew you were at the very least going to have a black eye.
You try to fight as she drags you towards her, nothing but fear flowing through your body.
“Lilith!” You hear a booming voice from behind you. You stop moving. Her hand lets go of your leg. You're picked up with ease, your arms wrapped around your savior. You look up through blurry vision, seeing Minho’s stone cold face, glaring at Lilith.
“What are you doing down here?” He scolds you, turning around to walk away.
“Please just let me drink a little! Please, Minho! I'm starving! Minho! You can't do this to me! Minho!” She screams as he takes you upstairs, closing the door, leaving her and her screams chained up.
He sets you down on the couch without a word, walking into the kitchen, coming back with an ice pack wrapped up into a cloth. “You're going to have a nasty black eye.” He sighs.
“How did you…thank you.” You whisper. “For saving me.”
Before Minho can respond, seven men rush through the front door, stopping in their tracks as soon as they see Minho standing there.
“Why did you leave, what happened?” Felix asks.
Minho steps to the side, revealing you, with an ice pack, dirt all over your clothes.
“Lilith got to her. I'm guessing using her hypnotic state party trick.” Minho sighs.
Chan steps forward, rubbing his face. “Well I guess it's time we had a chat then.” He sighs. They all stand around, looking at Chan who comes to sit beside you. “This isn't a conversation that we have often.” He begins. “We don't tell people, ever.”
“You're vampires.” You murmur. They all stare at you.
“You know?” Hyunjin asks.
“Jeongin admitted but also didn't admit to compelling me the other day.” You murmur. “I also did some… research.”
“Is that why you were reading Just Vampire Things?” Changbin laughs. They all groan.
“Don't read that shit.” Han says. “That's for hunters.”
“Wait, that's a real thing?” You ask.
“Vampire hunters?” Seungmin asks. “Yeah they're very real.” He says, not letting you answer.
“I thought it was just some stupid page.” You murmur. “How do you know who's a hunter and who isn't?”
“Well usually the ones running towards you with a wooden stake are hunters, if they don't do that then typically they are.” Minho smiles.
“Thanks smart-ass.” You grumble. “Okay, so now that's out of the way, why is there a woman downstairs who says she's starving and that you kidnapped her.”
“You can't listen to her. She tells nothing but lies.” Jeongin pipes up.
“Lilith.” Chan says. “She's one of the original vampires from 1047.”
“That's…” You pause.
“She's really fucking old.” Seungmin says.
“She's the one who changed us all in 1884.” Chan goes on. “We were forced to become subservient to her. Bringing her people to feed on, killing anyone who looked at her the wrong way. Doing all her bidding, every single bad thing she needed done, that's where we came in.”
“But now we're done. Especially when we found out our mate was here.” Changbin says.
“Mate?” You ask.
“Usually, each member in the clan has their own mate. On certain, rare occasions one clan can have one mate.” Felix explains.
“We've been waiting for you for a very long time. Since 1890 to be exact. We weren’t sure if we were ever going to find our mate.” Han says. Minho turns, smacking him upside the head. “Ouch! What was that for?” Han yelps, rubbing his head. You sat there, the ice pack now sitting beside you on the couch. You stared at the ground as all the information they just piled onto you swirled around in your head. You were their mate? All of them? And they had been waiting for you? Since 1890?
“What the…fuck?” You sigh. “I'm sorry. I just… I have to go to bed. This is too much.” You say. You stand up, moving past the eight men who were not glaring at Han. You go towards the stairs, your head still spinning. Your face hurt, your head up and fuck did your leg ever hurt.
“Why would you say that?” You hear a few of them beginning to scold Han. You appreciated the fact that they told you the truth and you were no longer in the dark but fuck, there was so much you needed to wrap your head around and you didn't know where to start. You crawled into your bed, your face and your leg throbbing and fell asleep rather quickly, dreaming of Lilith in the basement.
The next morning you woke up with the worst headache you'd ever had. You shuffled with your sore leg into the bathroom, looking at your face. There was no hiding this bruise. The entire half of your face was almost black and blue, it looked like you had gotten into a fight with someone and lost, badly. You dragged yourself around to get ready, not wanting to go to class but you knew you needed too. You had missed a few classes already and unfortunately for you, you weren't a million year old Vampire who was taking courses they had likely taken a thousand times already. You got dressed in a comfy outfit, grabbing your things and headed downstairs.
“Hey.” Hyunjin smiles as you make your way into the kitchen.
“Hi.” You sigh, pouting a little bit.
“Shit, your face.” He says, walking up to you. He gently runs his fingers over your bruise, it makes you flinch a little.
“I'm sorry.” He whispers.
“No it's okay.” You smile. “The coolness from your hands feels nice.” You say. He keeps staring at your face, you lightly push him away. “Stop looking. I know I look awful.”
“Actually.” He begins. “You look as gorgeous as always.” He says, making your heart skip a beat.
“Hwang Hyunjin, are you flirting with her?” Felix asks, walking into the kitchen.
“You bet I am.” Hyunjin says.
“Don't take too long, I'm going to drive this vision to school today.” Felix grins.
“Do you even have a class today?” You wonder, grabbing an apple.
“No.” He smiles. “Ready?”
You shrug your shoulders, waving to Hyunjin as you follow Felix out of the house. He opens the door for you and you climb into the passenger seat of his car, buckling in as he glides over to the driver's side.
“Do you all have your own cars?” You ask.
“Yeah but we often switch it up for fun.” He laughs. You could never imagine being so well off to do that.
Not long after, Felix pulls up to the school. “Have a good day, gorgeous.” He says in his deep voice. Sending chills all down your body and into your clit.
“You too.” You murmur, getting out of the car.
You weren't used to this. Men actually enjoying your company and complimenting you? Mark never did anything remotely sweet like that. Fuck, you were lucky if he would even come back home after a night out. This was new to you and the whole situation still had your head spinning around.
“What the fuck happened to you?” You hear from in front of you. You look around, seeing Mark stomping towards you. You rolled your eyes, you said his name in your head and now he was here. Of course he was.
“What do you want?” You ask, continuing your walk to your class.
“Who did that to you?” He asks.
“Why do you care?”
“Because you're my girlfriend. I care about your wellbeing.” He snaps.
“You didn't care about it when you were out fucking other women.” You say. “And I'm not your girlfriend.”
“It was one of those weird, motherfuckers wasn't it?” He asks.
“No, it wasn't one of those really nice, protective men.”
“Don't lie to me y/n.” He snaps. “I'll fuck them all up.”
You laugh. You laughed so hard it hurt your face. “Okay, Mark. Big tough guy now, are you?”
“I've always been tough.” He scoffs.
“Really? Is that why you pushed me and ran when you were shit talking to that guy at the bar last year?” You ask.
“That was different.”
“How? He was gonna kick your ass and you literally pushed me into him and took off. He took pity on ME.” You spit. “You no longer have an opinion on my life. Leave me alone.” You say, walking away from him and towards the door to your class. You stare at the handle of the door to your classroom. You needed to be here but fuck you didn't want to be.
You turn around, walking away from the door. It was going to be too much, you already knew it. The stares you were getting walking onto campus was already enough. You walked back towards where Felix dropped you off not long ago, seeing a familiar car sitting there.
“What are you doing here?” You ask.
“I was waiting just in case you felt like it was too much.” Seungmin says.
“You do have a sweet side, don't you?” You laugh, climbing into the car.
“Don't tell anyone.” He laughs.
You pass the house, looking over at Seungmin. “Where are we going?” You ask.
“We're going to meet the guys for lunch.” He says, keeping his eyes on the road. While you were hungry, you couldn't help but feel a little sense of annoyance. You weren't sure why, there was no reason for you to be annoyed.
Seungmin pulls into a restaurant parking lot, parking the car. The two of you walk inside, seeing the boys all smiling while sitting at the table, waving you over.
Rage.
Pure rage flowed through your body as you sat in between Han and Changbin. “Maybe tomorrow, hey?” Changbin smiles.
You force a smile back at him, but inside, it was like you were on fire. Your hand shook as you picked up your water, trying to soothe yourself.
You look around the table, looking at each man that surrounds you and you just want to swipe everything off the table and scream.
“You okay?” Han leans over to ask you, whispering in your ear, setting his arm on the table. You watch as he moves his elbow ever so slightly, clanking his knife against the plate. The sound goes straight to your head, and your rage is ready to spill out of your body.
“Yeah.” You snap. “I have to go to the bathroom.” You say. You stand up, without another word, walking to the bathroom. You headed straight for the sink, splashing water on your face. Your leg throbs in an almost unbearable pain. You lean against your hands on the counter, taking deep breaths. You look up into the mirror, gasping at your face. Your bruise was still there but your eyes were bloodshot, and your pupils were almost black.
What was happening to you?
