Disclaimer: raelynn gross and I do not own Super Junior.
Death Walkers, commonly misconceived as Vampires, are the natural keepers of order, but what happens when these guardians fall in love? Can they save their destined others or will death claim them? A Super Junior Fanfiction - multiple pairings to be revealed.
Raelynn approached me with an idea for a Super Junior story, and I quite liked where it was headed. This is the result of a collaboration between the two of us. Rated T for now, but ratings are subject to change. Hope you enjoy!
The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the torch lit marble hallway. Cloaked figures turned away as the dark figure stalked past, his eyes red with rage. The marble doors ahead marked the home of Death.
When he entered six others turned to him.
"You're late," Death snarled from the far end of the table, its black clothes ruffling as it bristled. The newcomer unconsciously flinched as thin, white, bony fingers tightened over the chair handle before his eyes.
"Sorry, master. I was low on blood and had to feed." The teen bowed, his own black clothes flowing neatly behind him. The others quickly followed his lead, silently awaiting their master's orders. Death's cold blank stare grazed over them before the bony fingers that were once tightly clutched around the chair handle quickly flicked through the air. The six other occupants in the room shut their eyes, seeing the telepathically transmitted images flickering behind closed lids.
"This is your next task, my servants of the night, do not fail me." rasped the cloaked man. The six other occupants of the marble room bowed once more before departing through the ebony double doors. With the images burned into their minds, the six men quickly departed for their destination in the world below: South Korea's capital, Seoul.
Dark chocolate eyes glared over the city of Seoul. Death had ordered him here to take the life of a certain boy with blond hair. The picture was still fresh in his mind as he waited for the target to arrive below him. His dark hair grazed his face as the wind picked up, and he closed his eyes, allowing a series of strong scents to wash over him.
The sudden scent of strawberries caused him to freeze. He breathed deeply as his eyes zeroed in on the target below him. He fell gracefully from the twelve-story building with the hint of a smile on his face, landing softly on the ground below. The target would soon pass the alley he had secluded himself in. As the lithe silhouette passed by, a soft chuckle escaped the teen's thin lips before he made his move.
In a swoop, he had his target enfolded in his arms, held tightly to prevent the target's escape. But this target was not like any of the others he had encountered before. He could hear the human's blood racing, but the body was lax, without any intention to struggle. Shrugging the brunette's chocolate eyes turned a lustful red as he basked in the sound of the target's heart pounding away and his blood racing beneath his skin.
"If you want to kill me, then do it." the target whispered, his smooth voice and soft touch making the black-cloaked figure pause in surprise, unwillingly relishing the tingling down his spine. "If not," the target paused, "then let me go."
The brunette felt dizzy, and the target's smell had become overwhelming. These bothersome feelings – were they really just because of the target's presence? It couldn't be, and yet he knew that no matter where this blond teen went he would be able to find him. His black garments flowed lightly as a breeze rustled through the alley. His lips trembled as his teeth elongated in response to the burning desire to mark the man he had captured in his embrace.
"Why?" the brunette whispered blindly, his lips barely moving as the target stood still, calmly waiting for his attacker's decision. His world spun as his mind fought to stay clear, despite the target's intoxicating scent. He needed to get away before something, anything, happened. He had to calm his mind because there was no way could he complete this mission in his current state. His rising body temperature made the cool night in Seoul uncomfortable. And that temperature kept rising.
Releasing the man before him, he quickly backed away and disappeared into the darkness of the alley. The target watched stunned before falling the ground, finally releasing a shaky sigh.
"Was he really going to kill me?"
The higher he rose, the cooler the air got. It was a welcomed relief from the abnormal amount of heat his body was radiating. The ebony-colored cloth swirled around him as the rose above the lights of Seoul. His heart, which had stopped thumping eons ago, slowly began to feel vibrant and warm once more. Once again, he felt alive as sweat covered his face. The target had stirred up emotions and feelings he had not felt in such a long time. Four hundred years to be exact.
Only one other Death Walker, to his knowledge, had ever experienced something like this before. Taking a deep breath, he decided to visit that older Death Walker, a walker by the name of Kim Heechul.
Taking one last look at the now shaking human in the alley meters below him, he disappeared into the air, mind in turmoil.
The target looked up at the sky, staring, unknowingly to him, at the exact spot in which the Death Walker he had recently encountered disappeared.
That man, who was he? I felt so calm near him and yet, my heart beats so loud and fast, as if I've run a marathon. And his eyes, they were so strange – red orbs the color of blood, lust rampaging within them.
The teen shuddered as he picked himself up from the ground.
Just thinking about the dark stranger has my blood racing and my stomach twisting in both fear and need, but fear and need of what? This dark figure that will now haunt my dreams… Do I really want to see him again?
As he walked out of the alley and back onto the bright streets, the teen shielded his eyes, smiling sarcastically.
The perfect end to a horrible day.
He paused, feeling his heart pounding away in his chest.
But if he had truly wanted me dead, why did I feel so safe under his gaze?
"Love." Heechul grinned showing off two rows of perfectly aligned, white teeth.
"Love?" the young Death Walker scoffed. Hankyung, the reason for Heechul's exile, and the human Heechul had fallen in love with, walked into the parlor holding a drink for his lover.
"Yes, Donghae, love. And I would be careful since he happens to be your assigned target." Heechul warned, taking a sip of the drink before giving his lover a kiss on the lips. Hankyung smiled before taking the glass, bowing, and leaving them alone once again. "I am very familiar with how Death takes his followers falling for their human targets."
"This is love? I only just met him today, and I even tried to kill him!" Donghae moaned, grasping his hair and falling to his knees before the older man.
"We are what the humans call vampires, although their understanding of our culture is limited and superficial. But due to our culture, we end up finding our soul mates by instinct. You may not even know the person, or have any connection with him or her. But when you experience what you and I have experienced, you can hardly deny that there's attraction." Heechul smirked. "This occurs when our souls, if that is what you wish to call them, connect with that of our destined other." Heechul explained lifting the younger one up off the floor.
"So your saying my target just happens to be my destined soul mate?" Donghae asked skeptically.
"Why do you make it sound like I'm lying? Aish, this is why I never speak with you brats – so rude and unattractive." Heechul huffed falling to his seat and calling for Hankyung. The older Death Walker was beginning to lapse back into his normal narcissistic attitude.
"Sorry hyung, but I can hardly accept that. I doubt the feelings were mutual." Donghae sighed.
"I wouldn't be so doubtful, Donghae." Hankyung explained as he walked back into the room. "When I first met Hee, I thought it was just a one sided thing myself. Weeks went by before either of us made a move. We had to spend time in each others presence, like real lovers, before either of us was even close to aware of the other's feelings." Donghae paused for a moment, considering the human's advice. Then he nodded abruptly before excusing himself and leaving Heechul's isolated home.
Once again, Donghae found himself on a rooftop, except this time, the rooftop belonged to the target he was sent to kill. But could he kill him after Heechul had revealed that this was his destined mate? It was preposterous.
"You're thinking too much." a new voice called, causing the other to turn quickly, poised to attack.
"Shindong-hyung," Donghae sighed. How had he missed the abrupt appearance of his hyung's presence?
"Are all targets really this hard for you to take? Death will not be happy." Shindong stated. "You know our problem. The Death Walkers are dying out, and we are trusting you to bring in more recruits."
Donghae closed his eyes in frustration. He could both feel and hear his target in the room below them, and it was grinding on his nerves. He took a deep breath.
"Sorry hyung, I will do better," Donghae promised, waiting patiently as the older Death Walker nodded and disappeared into the air. Donghae released another heavy sigh before jumping down and phasing through the window, creeping into the apartment with ease. He could hear the shower his target was taking and smiled. This was the perfect opportunity to search through his belongings and discover a means to terminate the man before he caused Donghae to become senseless and useless to Death, just as that Heechul had become.
The shower had been very refreshing, but it had not helped him get the dark stranger out of his mind. As the blond teen exited the small bathroom, his hair suddenly stood on end.
"I know you're there." he called cautiously, eyes searching the area for the intruder. Grabbing the bat that sat beside his bed, he crept closer to the slightly open window. That window only opened so much, so there was no way the intruder could have gotten in through there.
"You're foolish to try and kill me with a flimsy wooden bat." Donghae hissed playfully. The boy spun around in shock. Donghae smiled, his rows of sharp white teeth causing the blond teen's breath to hitch in his throat. Donghae's sharp senses amplified the sounds of his target's rapid breathing, and those sounds filled his head. The boy felt his heart begin to accelerate, and Donghae felt it too. He laughed at the boy's reaction.
"You again. Who are you?" the target asked trying to keep his voice even, though his breathing was beginning to make that more and more difficult.
"You won't be alive much longer to need to know that information, Lee Hyukjae." Donghae's voice was laced with lust and malice. Hyukjae blinked, gasping as Donghae suddenly appeared behind him, licking his neck. The feel of the dark stranger's tongue on his skin sent shivers through him, and a soft moan left his lips once the warm, ivory-like teeth met his skin.
Donghae paused at the soft sound, just as Hyukjae grabbed his arms tightly, fearfully, needfully. This human teen, he actually wanted to be bitten?
"Two girls, somewhere in their twenties. Cause of death… undetermined." Kibum said as Leeteuk groaned beside him.
"Fine, tell those two morgue newbies to take them to autopsy." Leeteuk ordered pointing to two E.M.S personnel neither had seen before.
"Okay." Kibum replied walking towards the two E.M.S men. "You two, what are your names?" Kibum asked as he approached them.
"The name's Kangin." the first man said as he smiled, exposing his teeth to the detective.
"And I am Choi Siwon." Siwon bowed earning him a quirked brow from Kibum.
"Okay, those two girls on the ground are to go to autopsy. Get them there as soon as possible." Kibum ordered before marching back to Leeteuk. Choi Siwon, why did that name sound so familiar?
"Kim Kibum. Hello, earth to Kibum!" Leeteuk called poking at the detective.
"What?" Kibum asked, finally snapping back to reality.
"They work for the units E.M.S team?" the taller man asked.
"Yeah, I think so." Kibum answered, both watching as the two men took the girls to their car.
"Another two for Death – our ranks will grow soon." Kangin laughed as he leaned back into the chair.
"We'll do our usual," Siwon responded, "let them do the autopsy tonight, and then steal them back and wait for them to undergo the change into Death Walkers."
Upon sniffing the area, he found two distinct smells. One was definitely his target's smell, but the other was different. He calmly placed the second smell away in his mind, focusing on the smell of the man he was supposed to bite. The target was a gruff man, definitely in his late thirties.
But the smell he had put away in the back of his mind – stinky tofu, he suddenly realized – was slowly getting stronger. Quickly he jumped behind his target, who had stepped out the back door of a restaurant for a smoke, and made quick work of biting the man. Concentrating hard, he quickly summoned a portal and sent the man to the under coven to meet Death and await his transformation. The stinky tofu smell suddenly rounded the corner and hit him full blast in the face.
"You're not human, are you?" the young teen asked, before nonchalantly stuffing another tofu ball into his mouth. The Death Walker smiled as the stinky tofu smell radiated towards him.
"No, I am not." he said, surprised by the young man's straightforwardness.
"The name's Henry, Henry Lau. You, Mr. Magic Man, are?" Henry asked.
"Zhou Mi." he said simply before walking away from the young teen. Henry smiled, his need for adventure riling up. Zhou Mi shook his head as he took notice of his new shadow. How would Death feel about this?
He hated crying, but he felt so alone. He had thought going to university would mean meeting more mature people who wouldn't make fun of his size, but he had been wrong. If anything, he was made fun of more.
"Stupid size, even shoe lifts don't work." He groaned as his head fell back against the brick wall of the alley he had hidden himself in. Tears raced down his cheeks as he cried silently, away from the stares of people out on the main streets.
The crying university student jumped slightly as a pair of black shoes appeared in front of him. Following the legs up, he froze. A man with fluffy dark hair covering his eyes smiled gently at him.
"Why so alone, little turtle?" The man asked, squatting down to the red-haired student's eye level. The student suspiciously eyed the newcomer's face, drying his own.
"You don't need to squat down to talk to me, you know. Everyone's always poking fun at how short I am and I don't need you doing the same." He groaned again, hugging his legs closer to his chest.
"I don't think you're that short." The man smiled, lending the student a hand to get off the ground. The student looked at the hand for a few seconds before accepting the help and standing up. He noticed, with a slight blush, the height difference between him and the stranger. The newcomer smiled before ruffling the petite boy's hair.
"Perfect size my little turtle. What's your name?"
"Kim Ryeowook. And you?" The newcomer's ear's prickled as he listened to the young man's angelic voice.
"You can call me Yesung."
He had not anticipated his target to be a psychopathic nut job. While he was draining his target's blood, the target had somehow pulled a gun on him. He may be immortal, but he could still get injured, and he sure as hell could still feel pain. In a retaliation spurred on by pain and blind rage, he ravaged his target's body beyond recognition. Even in death, with a body like that, his target would now be unable to join Death's ranks. And after his rage had subsided, he lay on the pavement, dizzy and in pain, unable to even summon a portal to return home. The smell of his own blood leaking from the bullet wound on his chest was sickening and overwhelming. But suddenly, a smell other than his blood washed over him. It was the smell of cotton candy.
"Oh my god, are you okay? We need to get you to a doctor!" the voice cried, pulling at him. The voice was calming, so calming that he just wanted to stay there, held tight in the stranger's arms. "Can you hear me? Say something if you can!" The voice was starting to panic a bit.
"Ky-" He whispered.
"What?" The voice asked.
"Ky-Kyuhyun." He repeated.
"What is that?" The voice asked uncertainly.
"My name… is Kyuhyun." Kyuhyun stated, world going fuzzy around him.
"Kyuhyun? Stay with me! We need to get you off the street." the voice cried, pulling Kyuhyun clumsily to his feet. Kyuhyun felt the stranger heave his body onto his back and start walking before the world spun one last time and he blacked out.
"Life is death without love, but with love even death is tolerable. But what if someone demanded the death of what you call life? Could you kill love?" Shindong whispered as he felt the last of Death's walkers complete his task. But with the completion of the task came an uncanny meeting. Now the injured Death Walker was being taken back to a human stranger's home. "What we call 'Soul mates' are humans that are unable to become Death Walkers." Shindong continued on. "Chosen by their sweet scent only noticeable by their true mates… In old times, it was forbidden to harm a soul mate once he or she received a Death Walker's mark. But the most recent Death regards this as a pointless law and has nullified it. Hyung, what do you think of all this?"
Heechul scoffed at the question, drinking his soju and keeping a sharp eye on his lover as he did his job.
"I think love is trying to kick Death's ass." He muttered sarcastically, distracted by the sight of Hankyung pouring drinks for another human. "Hannie! Your king demands more booze and snacks!" Heechul cried as Hankyung passed by.
"You're at a bar, and other people work here." Hankyung said calmly, pouring his lover more soju.
"Yes, but I'm not dating the others, am I? Besides, that man over there keeps eyeing you." Heechul growled, getting protective of the human before him.
"Yes love," Hankyung said, flinching suddenly as if in pain, before Heechul softly pressed his lips on his lover's shoulder, resting an arm on the middle of the Chinese man's back. After Hankyung returned to work, Shindong cleared his throat.
"Does it give him problems?" He asked. Heechul growled low before nodding.
"It will always give him problems, and it's all my fault. The devil's burn was meant for me, but he took it instead." Heechul hissed, pained by the memory that forever haunted his waking and nightly dreams. Shindong took one last look at the troubled Death Walker, wondering if the rest of his comrades would begin to face similar problems. He nodded a farewell, and then left the bar.
Author's Notes: Lol so I suddenly decided to look up the rule regarding capitalizing the word right after a quotation mark and I've discovered that I've been doing it wrong all this time. So hopefully, I made no mistakes here during the editing. Anyway, this was a fun project to work on. Be sure to check our raelynn gross's stories too! Most of the ideas for this story were hers; I just added a bit here and there and edited in my own stylistic touch to compliment hers.