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Dong Bang Shin Ki/ Super Junior/ SS501 is not owned by me. Only the storyline and fictional characters are mine.

Regards, x3Jae/IHeartHenry/SarangLove

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Vampire Singer Chapter 1

"Okaasan…"

My mother was huddled in the corner, holding the baby that was my brother. I wrinkled my nose subconsciously as the smell of blood penetrated the air. It was the smell that I both hated and yearned for, seeing the pure red substance dripping down from my hand…in my desperation for blood, I had so unknowingly bitten myself, in order to keep myself from lunging at my family instead.

My father had already packed and left the house, vowing to never return the ground where a blood-sucker had dwelled.

"Otousan!" I had cried, but he paid no attention to my cries.

Instead, he turned on my mother and pointed an accusing finger at her.

"How could you defy me and give birth to this monster!? This is not my daughter!"

I shattered.

My eyes glowed a dark blue colour, the blue depicting my sadness, my eyes a betrayal to my wish to conceal my emotions. I watched, stunned, as my father packed the remainder of his belongings and left. I turned to my mother, who was white in shock, and started walking towards her.

"Okaasan…onegai…help me…"

She only shrank back in fear, eyeing my hand which I had sunken my vampire fangs into. Her arms around my baby brother only drew tighter and tighter around his small body.

"Stay away from me…what have you done to my daughter?"

But Okaasan…I am your daughter…

I am a vampire, that is true, but my biological bonds to my mother remain the same, the love that I share with her remains the same. However, in her eyes, I was nothing more than a blood sucking monster that, when uncontrolled, could end her life in a flash. There was nothing I could do; my mother hurried around our small apartment and fled.

Okaasan…onegai…tasukete…

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The room was filled with people: girls ranging from a mere 10 to possibly about 18-20; there were a group of guys as well, not as much as the girls. Nearly everyone had sheets of paper held out in front of them, practising without a care to anyone around them. The smell of the blood in the atmosphere was disturbing me; clouding my vision to concentrate. I slipped out of the crowd quietly to get some fresh air; I hope I wouldn't miss my cue.

I sighed and sat down on the concrete stairs of the SM building, watching the cars go by. People were walking along the streets too but the amount of smell of blood was much lesser here than in the waiting room. In my hand, I held my card which bore my number: 122. So many people wanting to become singers and be accepted into SM Entertainment, I was one of the hopefuls.

"…no but like, did you see the crowd back there? I mean, they've already gone pass 150 people. That's really quick, don't you think?"

My head whipped around quickly at the voice of the speaker.

150 people…I was number 122…does that mean…?

I rushed back inside the building, turning at various corners before I got back to where I was. Was it too late? I walked up to the person in charge.

"Excuse me, I missed my call. Would I still be able to audition?"

He glanced at my register form.

"With your talents listed, I'm sure they'll give you a chance. You'll go in after this girl. Make sure you apologise for your lateness first. Prompt arrival is important in SM Entertainment. They'll judge you on that first."

I waited impatiently but nervously for the girl to come out; results weren't given out to the next week but you could usually tell how well they went by the hopeful's expression. She came out, a proud girl, with a smile on her face which only told people that she should've done well. I bowed slightly to the person in charge and walked through the door. On the other side of it was a panel with three judges and a cameraman. When I stood in front of them, I took in the person's words and bowed.

"I'm really sorry for missing my call. I hope you can give me another chance."

They didn't say anything; they simply nodded which I took was the cue for me to start singing because they had their pens to their papers and was watching me intensively.

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Slam!

I heard someone falling to the ground behind me and turned. People nearby where rushing to help the poor girl up; she was the one who went after me and by her expression, she possibly could've have done very well. I stared as she stood up, her leg exposed with a trickle of blood sliding down her leg.

My fists clenched tightly together as I tried to turn away from the sight but even the smell lingered in the air and I ran for it.

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Okaasan! Okaasan! Look at this!

Oh, that's a very nice drawing my dear but what is the red liquid here?

She pointed at the girl's leg.

It's blood, okaasan. She tripped over but the boy over there is going to help her up.

I pointed to the boy, black hair but with a hint of red in his eyes.

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I opened my eyes slowly. Even as a child, I've been attached to the colour red, the blood red that resembled my destiny in the cruellest way possible. Must I suck the blood of humans?

Yes…that's the only way I'll survive.

A cruel way to keep yourself alive when one has many dreams to accomplish. I was accepted into SM Entertainment a few days ago and today was the day I was expected to meet them. What if they found out I'm a vampire? Such things humans did not believe would exist; those who do probably think we're monsters; nothing else.

I met HanKyung that very same day. I was passing one of the corridors when I heard Super Junior songs coming out of one of the dance rooms. Peering in, I saw only the Chinese member HanKyung practising vigorously in front of the mirrors, the song blasting through the small speaker stereos. He must've seen me through the mirrors because he turned off the music and headed towards the door. I was afraid that he might yell at me for secretly looking at him but when he opened the door, (and startled me in the process) he was wearing a kind smile on his face.

"Sakura Kim is it? Are you the new trainee?"

I nodded slowly, pondering about how he could've possibly known my name. He stuck out his hand.

"I'm HanKyung. You can also call me HanGeng which is my Chinese name."

"Sakura Kim. It's very nice to meet you oppa."

His eyes scanned my body, making me feel slightly uncomfortable but then his eyes paused at something, and I looked down.

"Sakura…are you alright?"

I could see what he was asking me about. My hand was covered in blood and the wound happened to be on my wrist. I stared at my stained hand for a while before HanKyung reacted. He tore off part of his shirt and began wrapping it around my wrist to stop the blood flow.

"Let me get you to the nurse," he said.