A/N: This is a gift fic for my friend, Nikki. She loves DBSK, particularly Yoochun, so I told her I would make a story for her involving him. I don't usually write stories about actual people, but I think this might be pretty fun! Enjoy! Don't forget to review at the bottom!

Summary: Nikki is a normal, college student with hopes and dreams, but all that is shattered one night when she witnesses a horrible murder. She is being tracked and chased by people she thought didn't exist. Finding herself in the grips of death, she is saved by an unlikely person, Park Yoochun, a vampire turned vampire hunter. She is brought underground and introduced to a society that keeps the city and its inhabitants safe. They agree to keep her safe as long as she helps them in tracking down the killers. Without any other option, she agrees and is thrown into a world full of chaos and the unimaginable. As she learns more about Yoochun, and his companions, Jaejoong and Junsu, she begins to understand more about herself and how dark the world truly is. With a war raging on between the society and the evil Lee Soo-Man, Nikki must learn to balance staying alive and falling in love with a man so forbidden God cursed him himself. She always knew there was truth to the monsters hidden in the darkness.

Faint

Prologue

1949

Seattle, Washington

The fog drifted in over the ground, obscuring the roads and walkways. The darkness enveloped the earth like a warm blanket, keeping it safe from all the awful things that lurked within.

The full moon cascaded onto the lake, giving off a pleasant glow that would cause anyone to stop and stare, but all that was missed by the young woman as she dashed down the street, carrying her small frame across the bay and into the deserted city.

Her bare feet stomped against the ground at an amazing speed as she dashed down the road. She ignored the rocks and other various objects that dug into her soft flesh. The only thing on her mind was survival.

Her tattered clothes and bruised arms were nothing compared to the aching fear she felt deep inside. Her heart pounded against her chest and she was sure it was going to explode within her. She almost wished that would happen. It would be a much better death than the one that awaited her if she was caught.

She darted past a few houses, before stopping at one with the porch light on. Slamming into the door, she pounded on it furiously, loud enough to alarm whoever may be inside to her presence.

"Help! Please help me! Anyone!" she screamed. She saw a light flick on inside, and she waited for them to open the door. She didn't hear any movement and she pressed herself farther into the door, and began to knock.

"Who is it?" she heard a gruff voice say on the other side.

"Please help me! Someone is after me. They are going to kill me. Let me inside," she uttered in one breath, the fear edging it's way into her throat and causing her to lose any sense of control.

"Go away! We don't need that 'round here," the voice said, and panic started to invade her veins as any hope decided to flee.

"Please, you can't leave me out here!" she screamed. She was suddenly aware of the liquid that flowed down her pale cheek as she begged for help.

She watched as the light inside clicked out, and her savior disappeared. She frantically started beating on the door with every fiber of her being. "Please, please!" she cried desperately.

She fell against the door as her sorrow encompassed her. "Please," she whispered softly, knowing deep within her soul how useless it was.

Suddenly a whisper hit her ear and a soft breath blew on the back of her neck, sending chills down her spine. "Emily," the voice said in a voice that would freeze hell itself. The sinister voice caused her head to jerk in each direction and desperation hit her once more.

She could make out the soft fog that rolled out of her mouth as she inhaled each breath, causing her heart to steel. The need to survive was so instinctive and ingrained, she stood up and began to run.

Her legs were so tired and her muscles screamed in agony with each step, but that did not slow her down. She pushed through the pain and headed for some sort of solace. She had no idea where, but she had to find someplace to hide.

Running down an alleyway, she came across a gated path. She hiked up her torn skirt, having no regard for manners, and hauled her body over the gate and onto the other side. The barrier provided little relief as she knew that would not stop him from coming.

She scanned the area quickly, regarding that it must be some sort of garden. She shot across the yard racing to anywhere, when her whispered name hit her ear again. She darted behind some bushes and buried herself into the ground. She saw the gate rustle then suddenly fling open. Her eyes widened in fear, and she covered her mouth to quiet her rapid breathing.

The air turned cold once again and she suppressed a shiver. She could not move a muscle or else he would discover her.

She watched as he walked nonchalantly down the path. He was tall, dark and handsome, and would be someone she would certainly have wanted to be with had it not been for his murderous intentions.

She wished so much she had not accepted that dinner invitation. She wished he had not flirted with her over a few drinks, complementing her and being the utmost gentleman. He had reeled her in so easily and she had taken the bait hook, line, and sinker.

She had batted her eyelashes and puckered her lips and wanted so badly to taste the dark red that embodied his own. They were supple and perfect and she was sure they tasted like cherries. She was completely fooled and she hated her stupidity. She should have known something was amiss. A guy like that did not go for girls like her. She had thought he saw the innocence in her eyes and the desperate need for companionship and how pretty she looked in her new dress, but this was not so.

What he saw was vulnerability. He saw a young, gullible, stupid little girl that he could manipulate and use as he saw fit. One that was in-disposable. How did he know that no one would miss her? How did he know she had no family or personal ties to anyone in this god-forsaken town? The idea haunted her and the why's and what-ifs were burrowing holes deep within her.

She shook her mind of the thoughts and focused on the now. She was alive. She had gotten away. She just had to stay hidden for a little while longer and she would pack up her stuff and leave this run-down city.

She continued to watch him as he stood completely still, looking around with those blood, red eyes. His skin was even whiter than before and the black suit he wore only intensified that.

The tears continued to fall, running over her hand as she clenched her teeth together, willing her body to stay perfectly still.

"Do you think you can hide from me?" he said, and she shivered at the voice once more. Nothing was as chilling or as awful as that voice.

If she escaped tonight, she was sure that she would never forget that haunting sound.

His dark hair blew in the breeze, exposing his strong jaw line and gaunt cheeks. His stance was strong, confident, and if she wasn't so fucking scared, she would love to run over there and punch him in the face for his arrogance. He was sure he had won, this was a game for him, one he would not lose, and that thought made her anger flare. She was nothing more than a toy. He was the cat and she was the mouse, and nothing was more fun than watching her squirm.

"I will find you," he said into the night air. A sudden breeze blew through the air, and she kept her ground. She watched as he sniffed the air. He seemed unsatisfied and turned around, heading back through the gate.

Emily's heart skipped a beat at the thought that he was leaving. He didn't know she was there. He had missed her. She was going to be okay. Hope slammed into her like a freight train, and she almost collapsed to the ground with elation.

He was almost out of her sight, when the breeze blew once more and she watched as he stopped. She steeled, willing him to keep walking. Hoping against all odds that he would just leave.

He didn't move, just stood there. She watched his back, any sign that he knew she was around, when suddenly he disappeared. Her eyes darted around frantically, trying to find him. She didn't dare move from her spot. Maybe he was gone, she thought, but before she could ponder anymore, she felt a cold breath on her back and arms grab her shoulders.

She stood stiff at the presence and her veins froze with trepidation.

"Found you," the voice whispered in her ear, as a tongue flicked out and licked her lobe. She shuddered at the contact, but the fear was so much she couldn't move.

"Please," she begged, even though it was futile.

"Please? My favorite word," he said, before grabbing her hair and pulling her to the side, exposing the nape of her neck. His fangs invaded his mouth and he didn't hesitate as he sunk them into her flesh. The pain was sudden and caught her off guard and she could feel the warm substance flow down the side of her neck and into the cleavage of her dress.

As she felt light-headed and the world began to spin, she wished only for another evening, one that hadn't involved this man. One that didn't start with a simple compliment, a cocktail, and a few insecurities. One that didn't begin with the line: "Hi, my name is Yoochun."