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vampire!Baekyun x Reader: sweet lies.

Word count: 5980

Date of release: 21.08.2022

Rating: +16

Genre: angst

Warning: blood, murder & violence

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The day is not today

How many more lies will you have to tell, before you realize that you don’t know what’s the truth anymore?

How much longer will you throw spells that mean nothing, tangled with whispers that mean the world?

“Are you home, yet?”

“Mhm, waiting for you, hurry, I’m hungry” voice in the speaker replies to her question. She huffs.

“I got the takeout.”

“I know, that’s why I’m telling you to hurry.”

“Rude!”

He only laughs in response and she can’t help but laugh a little too.

“I have an impression you’re using me just for the food.”

“How could you say that, I’m actually starving here…!” His fake hurt voice turns into a loud whine.

“Ugh, enough, enough, I’ll be there in a few, hanging up!”

“Hurry, please!”

Evenings are the time when all the tension from the day finally unwinds, and the moment she walks through the door of their shared apartment, she already feels like throwing all of her clothes off and climbing into the warm bed – it is early spring and the bright sun tempted her to dress lighter things, but when evenings came around, it was suddenly all winter-y again, and her light scarf and trench coat wouldn’t protect her so well anymore.

“I’m back!” she yells, so that her voice can break through the obnoxious sound of video games coming from the living room. She takes her outwear off and hangs it in the hall, stepping into the room next. The boy sitting on the couch doesn’t notice her just yet, busy with the flashing of the screen and the controller in his hands. “You’re pathetic.”

He turns his head towards her and his face brightens up. He pauses the game without a second thought.

“Hello~”

“Have you really been playing all day long? Have you eaten anything at all? You parasite.”

“I worked, I promise.” He stands up from the couch, walking towards her.

“The takeout is in the kitchen” she nods towards the other end of their shared apartment.

“I know, I know. You had a long day, come here.” His hands wrap around her wrists, pulling her towards the couch. “You’re cold. You need to dress better. Or start working from home like me” he purrs once she finally takes the place on the couch, next to him.

His one arm wraps around her bare shoulders, the other reaching to the side for a blanket he was lying under until now, still warm from his own body’s warmth. Soon, the blanket is wrapped around her silhouette and she leans into the man’s chest, accepting without a question his care and effort in helping her relax.

“How was your day?”

“So tiring… What time is it even?”

“Like seven. They did keep you longer, huh?”

“Not much, but the takeout took a while too” she explains, burying her face in the man’s shoulder. Takeout was his idea, after all; he messaged her as she was about to finish her shift, to go pick up some food that she likes. Nonetheless, nothing felt quite as nice as evenings together – tension unbinding, fatigue slowly taking over. “What about you?”

“I haven’t had much work actually, got everything done fast.”

“Lucky. Why didn’t you make food?”

“Lazy.”

“Figures. What would you do without me, hm?”

“Starve to death” he replies simply. His arms wrap around her once more, bringing her between his legs as he shifts, sitting now sideways with his feet on the couch as well and her back to him this time. She leans backwards, and he puts head in the crook of her neck, bringing her even closer. She only laughs gently – his warmth feels relieving, and she fully relaxes.

“Are we gonna get the takeout? I’m starving” she whines. “It’s nicer to cuddle when we’re not starving.”

“Soon, love.”

“Baek…?”

She doesn’t move when she feels sudden pain in the nape of her neck, like prickling – intense sensation gathered in one point, instantly paralyzing her nerves, spreading from neck to the tips of her fingers. Is it sudden fear that paralyzes her, overwhelming her right away, or is it the pain itself, coming from an unknown source?

“B-Baekhyun…” she whimpers pathetically, confused; her breath hitches – panic urges her to breathe faster, paralysis forbids her from doing so, and it sends her head spinning as her body finally gives in, collapsing into his arms, a weak groan escaping her lips as she slowly starts regaining control over her body. “B-Baek…”

“Shhh.”

The man switches positions, leaving her laying on the couch, and then hovers above her, lifting her chin and making her look at him. His eyes shine red – she sees that briefly, and it’s enough. Her thoughts dissolve.

“That’s it. That’s okay. Everything’s alright. Nothing’s wrong.”

He pulls her up by her arms, making her weak body rest against the sofa’s back. Her breath is shallow.

“Stay here.”

Everything is awfully slow, and things don’t make any sense as she sits there, staring at the wall blankly until Baekhyun’s silhouette arises in front of her again.

“Eat.”

He picks up a fork from the takeout she brought and patiently feeds her as her consciousness slowly, slowly fades, and as her movements become so sluggish that she can’t find it in herself to chew on the food anymore. Eventually, he lays her down on the couch, wraps in the blanket, and the cue is enough for her to slip away completely.

Blood is dripping slowly from his chin and onto the white shirt he’s wearing. He sits in the armchair of the living room, staring blankly at the girl lying motionlessly on the couch. She’s pale and weak, but her sleep is peaceful, nothing disturbs her now, and neither is he going to wake her up anytime soon. He doesn’t care enough to stand up from his seat to begin with, he doesn’t even care about the blood that will be so difficult to get out of the shirt later. At least he knows by now that having a bottle of hydrogen peroxide at hand is not something only girls may use for their own inconveniences.

His phone vibrates and he jumps slightly at the sensation on his thigh. Retrieving the device from his pocket, he stares at the caller’s ID for a few long seconds before putting the phone back down and letting the sound die out after a few moments. It’s something unimportant and it doesn’t faze him, but it managed to pull him out of the post-feeding daze and he’s ready to get off the armchair and do something, anything.

His thirst is quenched, but his conscience is not.

The girl on the couch whimpers in her dream, and he glares at her.

“I don’t love you. Stop whining. You’re just food” he spits out the words, getting more frustrated with every single one that leaves his mouth. “I’m just using you. You’re so stupid.”

He feels safer as he speaks the words; safer from the feelings he ought not to have, safer from what could potentially happen if he acknowledged their existence. But it doesn’t make him feel better at all, because it’s simply wrong and everything consists of lies that just won’t become reality no matter how much he tries to make them so.

The morning wakes her up with a soaring headache. She has only her underwear on, and the bra’s underwires are digging in uncomfortably after a whole night of sleeping in the garment. She is cold – she never really sleeps without pajamas on or anything else to provide her with some warmth, and the duvet she is covered with was not enough. She shivers slightly; truthfully, her body struggles keeping warm, so the first thing she does is walk to the nearest closet and take out a hoodie – Baekhyun’s warm one that reaches over her thighs, providing her with some extra warmth that her smaller sized ones don’t. She takes the bra off, too. Full comfort.

She glances at the clock on the wall. It’s almost 10 AM, but she briefly remembers that today is a day off, so she doesn’t need to hurry to work. She leaves the room, following the brief sound of clicking.

Baekhyun sits in the living room, laptop spread over his lap, probably working. He glances in her direction as soon as he spots her in the door, taking in her appearance. His brow lifts slightly at the sight of his own attire.

“Hello” she mumbles hoarsely.

“Hi there.” He makes a few more clicks and puts the laptop down, getting up. “You cold?”

“Yeah, did you undress me?”

“You fell asleep as soon as you sat down on the couch” he laughs quietly. His voice and motions are a bit slow and careful, as if not to startle her. “Did you sleep well?”

“I don’t think so. I’m cold and my head hurts.”

“Ah, is that so.”

“Maybe I caught a cold yesterday.” She briefly recalls it being fairly cold on her way back home. It must have been the cause.

“Come, I’ll fix you a breakfast, you really don’t look good.”

“I may look even worse if I eat something that you cook, but I’ll appreciate a tea.”

He rolls his eyes, but she quickly pecks his cheek and it’s enough to win him over, because the next moment he’s already on his way to the kitchen, taking whatever is needed to prepare tea and at least support her in the making of her own breakfast.

“Are you listening to me?”

She wasn’t.

She lifts her gaze from over the vegetables she is chopping for a sandwich. She, truly, did not hear a word until he raised his voice to catch her attention. She holds the knife in the air as she looks up.

“I asked if you have work today. You should take a day off” he speaks, observing her intently.

“Oh. I don’t. I would have been on my way already if I had, so it’s okay. I’ll take it easy today so I should feel alright by tomorrow.”

He scrunches his eyebrows as he watches her fiddle with the knife. Her movements are slow and sluggish, causing her to almost cut herself once or twice. He won’t be having that.

“Okay, put it down, you can barely stand. Sit down, I’ll do it.”

She doesn’t oppose. Her headache got only worse in the meantime, so as soon as she sits down on the chair, her head rests on the kitchen table’s surface and she starts to doze off again. A soft “cling” sound of a plate being put in front of her wakes her up, along with a cup of tea and small pill of – assumably – cold medicine that she doesn’t question before gobbling up and drinking over with half of the cup’s contents. The sandwich made by Baekhyun doesn’t taste half as bad as she expected it to. Putting a few vegetables and other ingredients together probably wasn’t as complicated as she initially thought.

“Why are you still here? Don’t you have work?” she grumbles, munching on the bread at a sluggish pace. Baekhyun, leaning against the cupboard behind his back with his arms crossed, just watched her silently until now.

“I can do it later. I’m putting you back to bed as soon as you’re done.”

“I know where my bed is, thank you very much. If you want to help me, be so kind and find my pants.”

“And a hoodie.”

“No need, I already have one.” She grins sneakily. She knows he values his hoodies, but clearly her wearing them is not enough of a blasphemy for him to get upset. Nonetheless, he can’t understand why she wouldn’t wear her own. He probably doesn’t have this possessive spirit men sometimes do – she thinks – but it is enough that she alone enjoys the gesture.

“Well, fine. Either way, you should take it easy.”

“Did I mention I’m really thankful you’re here?”

He raises his eyebrow, staring at her blankly.

“I don’t imagine making the dinner in this state. So that’s on you” she laughs softly. “Seriously though, thank you for caring for me.” The words sound a bit awkward, spoken so out of context, but she’s sure that they wouldn’t be misunderstood.

But Baekhyun only stares at her for the next few moments, then nods slowly, pushing himself off the cupboard and going to leave the kitchen.

“Baekhyun? Is everything alright? Did I say something wrong?” She pushes yourself off the chair and walks behind him as fast as her pitiful shape allows her to.

In the hall, she sees him put on shoes and reach to his jacket.

“Where are you going?” She stands there, taken aback, feeling an unpleasant pang in her chest. Did she really say something wrong? Why was he so silent all of sudden?

“Just need to go out, sorry. I’ll make the dinner when I’m back.”

No more is spoken as he turns around and leaves without another word. She stares at the door for the next few minutes, trying to comprehend what happened, until her legs start to tremble from cold and weariness, and she finds herself shambling to the bedroom and burying herself among the sheets, trying to keep at least a little bit of warmth to herself.

Fortunately, fatigue saves her from overthinking what just happened, and she falls asleep, still shaking from cold, but at least finally managing to relax.

“What’s your goal for the future, Byun Baekhyun? You’re gonna stay alive for the next few hundreds of years. It’s worth having a plan.”

“That’s silly. You can’t get stable with life if you have to live so long. No one will live with you that long anyway.”

“He’s right. We can only be hedonists.”

The bartender watches the three men silently, including the newcomer who just joined them with the last sentence. Now the three sit together, two – sipping on some low-alcoholic drink, and the third one – on water he just asked the bartender to deliver.

“Hello, Sehun.”

“I’m not a hedonist” Baekhyun argues.

“Why?” the first man asks another question. His name is Junmeyon and, as the oldest one of them, he always seems to be the most reasonable, as well as the most curious, endlessly seeking reasons and answers.

Baekhyun shrugs.

“I just want to be comfortable. I’ve had enough fun in my life. I just don’t want to put effort anymore.”

“Why not plan, then?”

“What is worth planning, anyway?”

Junmyeon shrugs.

“Well, what do you value?”

“And what if I don’t value anything?”

“Then I think it’s called depression” the bartender suddenly speaks, his eyes not leaving the silver shaker he’s currently wiping.

There’s a silence between them that lasts for a few moments that they spend just pondering over their drinks, blankly letting them sit in their glasses, occasionally taking sips.

The silence is broken by the man who came last.

“Something’s eating at you” he speaks, lifting his eyebrow and piercing his friend with his stare, as if he could get to know his thoughts just like that.

Baekhyun huffs instantly.

“I haven’t had a good meal in a while, honestly. That’s the downside of leaving conveniently. You don’t get too much variety” he sighs.

The other men stare at him, no words spoken for a few moments, but worry clear on their faces, contrasting with the nonchalant posture that Baekhyun is trying to take on.

“Is everything good between you and [F/n]?” Junmyeon suddenly asks.

Baekhyun rolls his eyes.

“Clearly, not. I’m getting bored of the same taste over and over, maybe it’s the time to find a new one” he shrugs, but his tone makes it clear that he’s getting angrier with every second of the uncomfortable conversation.

None of his friends seem to take his words seriously, but his tone still unsettles them. After some dozens of years spent together, one just knows when their friend is struggling, no matter how much he’s trying to hide it even from himself.

They have no idea what to say, though. They know that if they tried to speak to him directly about what they think, he simply wouldn’t have that. They want to help – it is just not the right time to attempt. At least not in a straightforward manner. So they let the words just pass by, followed by another silence, letting the man dwell on what he has said, and maybe make a conclusion of sort, if only he was not too stubborn to acknowledge his pitiful situation.

That is, until he speaks again, tone low and lifeless.

“Maybe I should just get rid of her.”

Their hearts break, although they don’t know if his decision is genuine. Either way, they conclude, they need to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. Because they know that if he was to hurt her, he’d hurt himself thousand times more.

He pushes himself off the bar counter, his drink abandoned, throws a banknote onto the counter without thinking too much of its value, and walks towards the exist. The men stare silently at his back, but neither of them dares to stop him.

They do, however, want to help him.

She wakes up in the late afternoon with a disappointing realization that she is in the apartment all alone. Physically, she feels way better – enough so that she walks through all the rooms just to make sure. But his shoes and jacket are gone, just as when he left hours ago. There is no dinner for her – obviously, he must have been gone all this time. She reaches to her phone and calls the number she remembers by heart already.

“Baek? Are you okay?”

There’s a sound of music on the other side and she frowns slightly.

“I’m good, [F/n]” he speaks emotionlessly.

“Who’s this?” she hears a feminine voice in his background and her heart thumps unpleasantly.

“B-Baek…? Where are you…?”

He doesn’t answer for a few moments, and she feels tears dwell in her eyes, realizing he’s not going to give her the answer she will like.

“Just hanging out. I’ll be home later” he speaks nonchalantly, in a way that makes her heart crumble. Her thoughts are a mess, and nothing makes sense. Is it her fault? Has she enraged him? Why would he do that to her…?

Didn’t he say he loves her?

Before she can say anything more, he hangs up, and she’s left trembling, the fatigue coming back with full force and she stumbles drowsily onto the couch. There’s no strength left in her, and she just wishes it was just a bad dream.

It must be around 2 in the morning when he lays in the bed of the girl he met at the club.

The girl lies next to him. Motionless, with her eyes closed, as though in a peaceful sleep.

But her carotid artery is ripped open, and small remains of blood that he didn’t drink are splattered around. Blood covers him too, even tighter than the bed’s turquoise duvet does. He inhales its scent calmly, rolling over to his side, facing the window rather than her body.

He’s cold, and hungry. He should not feel the temperature, and his stomach is full of amounts of blood he doesn’t get daily. But he’s shivering, realization of what he’s done sinking in so slowly that he pulls the bloodied duvet over his head, trying to drown out the intrusive thoughts.

He just wanted someone new to quench his thirst with. A new taste, a variety, something of better quality, not of an overworked girl that’s been used by him for months, to the point of her blood having no taste whatsoever.

But this doesn’t even taste like blood, it’s like a poison to his tongue. He only feels worse now.

He tries to reason. Maybe she was sick, or too drunk, or maybe they’ve had too much of things other than alcohol, spoiling her blood utterly. He’ll need to take that into consideration next time.

Yes, next time it’ll be better. Next time he won’t kill anyone for no reason, he’ll just quench his thirst, erase his prey’s memories and move on. Or keep dating them for as long as their blood tastes good enough.

But he’s scared of himself now. He’s not a killer – or, at the very least, he doesn’t want to perceive himself as such. But he’s now starting to doubt it. What has he become?

And then his thoughts go to you.

Isn’t it your fault? If only you let him feed on you like he used to, not speaking a word, not playing with his mind with your dumb words that held no value. Honestly, he’s too good – he felt so much pity to you when you said it, that he just needed to let his emotions out. He’s mindful and considerate, not reacting harshly right away. You’ve been good to him for quite a while, so he didn’t take his anger out on you. But now this girl is dead, and it’s your fault.

He pushes himself off the bed, standing on his shaky legs and stumbling through the apartment.

But he didn’t know that she would die. Did you? Did you use him like that? He can’t have that.

You’re so evil, [F/n], he can’t let you off the hook now. He can’t let you use him anymore, nor anyone else. It’s for the greater good, and for the justice.

The justice must happen, he decides. With his body covered with the anonymous girl’s blood, he stumbles out of her ruined apartment.

She feels restless – after the whole day spent in bed, the sleep simply won’t come anymore, although the tiredness is still so strong. She stays in her bed alone, so many thoughts rush through her mind, and the migraine is so strong that she can’t help but sob quietly from pain. It’s too much – the physical and emotional pain at once, putting her in agony altogether.

She realizes she won’t fall asleep like this. They never owned too much medicine; Baekhyun would always give her the same pills whenever she felt sick or overworked, and she briefly recalls that the one he gave her earlier was the last one in the box, because she saw him threw it out after. But it wasn’t a headache medicine anyway, and she doubts she has any of these left. But there’s a gas station nearby and she needs to get up to work tomorrow – she can’t afford a sleepless night when feeling so terrible like this.

The thought of going to work is somewhat relieving. At work, she’ll have things to focus on. Things that aren’t Baekhyun, that aren’t related to what she’s going through, things that will provide her with long-term survival and she simply yearns for them to distract her for good.

She manages to slip a jacket on, her sweatpants and shirt good enough to go out in, although technically her sleeping attire – she doesn’t think anyone will notice. She actually doubts there will be anyone to notice but the gas station’s single employee. It’s 3 AM.

She throws on a jacket, knowing how cold it may be outside at this time, and makes her way out into the darkness.

Out of all the ideas that they had in their exceptionally long lives, that must be one of the most dangerous and possibly most stupid ones. At the same time, after weighing the possibility of a positive outcome, opposed to the tool it will have on their friend otherwise, they felt adamant on making it happen.

Sehun and Jongin are not, after all, the most responsible people, but what they do, is to worry and care for their friend. There’s very few true friends that vampires make during their lifetimes, and each single one is worth risking it all for.

Sehun watches Baekhyun’s apartment in silence. They live on the first floor, so from the nearby bench he can actually see the inside. Maybe not too clearly, but with his particularly good hearing he can tell what’s happening inside just by the sound of it.

And not much is happening. He can tell the girl got out of bed a few times, but then went back to sleep. Her steps were heavy, her face – pale, head hanging low. He lets out a sigh – he has no way of saying what has his friend done, but he doesn’t doubt that something bad did, in fact, happen.

His phone vibrates and he reaches to see it. Jongin’s number pops up on the screen, and Sehun picks it up without hesitation.

“What’s up?”

There’s a silence on the other side, so he wonders for a moment, was it a wrong call? But his friend’s breath on the other side is heavy, and he knows – something is wrong.

“Jongin?”

“Get her out. She can’t stay in there. He’s gonna kill her. Holy hell, Sehun, he…”

“Woah, man, calm down and tell me what happened.”

The words won’t get through the other’s throat, and the silence continues again. Sehun is starting to get nervous.

“I-I can’t. Just. Fuck, Sehun, please, get her the hell out of there. He’ll be there soon.”

Thoughts are racing through his mind, imagining all the possible scenarios that took place prior to the call. Did Baekhyun notice he’s being watched? Or did he do something stupid? The panic in Jongin’s voice was evident and Sehun hasn’t seen him this distraught in the past few decades.

The point of the conversation is, however, still clear, and Sehun knows he can’t waste a second now. He gets up from his seat and, like on a command, he sees the lights turn on in the first floor apartment. He listens attentively to the sounds coming from the inside, blending with other sounds of the surroundings – soon, he realizes, the shuffling of nylon hints to her putting on a jacket. Is she going out? He looks around; whenever Baekhyun will come here, he needs to be first. Hopefully, she leaves soon.

He wonders, where could she be going at this hour – did he call her to lure her out? Hopefully it doesn’t mean he’s nearby yet. Sehun is nervous, the realization of time limit is starting to sink in.

And finally, the girl comes out of the apartment, he hears her steps in the corridor, and soon she’s out, blissfully unaware of his presence in the dark.

He wants to make sure there’s no one nearby, although if Baekhyun came, he certainly wouldn’t mistake the sound with another human’s. But he also wants to know, where she’s heading.

But it doesn’t matter. Too much time has already passed on waiting. He needs to act. So he walks behind her; how to even do it, really? He has no doubt no one in their sane mind would follow a stranger in the middle of night. But he’s a vampire, he’ll not ask for consent. His conscience will remain clear, because he knows it’s for the girl’s safety.

He touches her shoulder from behind, making her gasp in shock and fear, flinch away from him instantly.

“Hello” he speaks. The girl starts backing off – reasonably so, arms wrapping around herself defensively. “I’m sorry, but I need you to come with me.”

Her eyes widen and she turns around, about to start running, but he’s faster – he catches her upper arm, pulling her backwards as gently as only possible, although he needs to put in enough strength for her to realize she has no choice.

He doesn’t want to go further than that – if only she knew him and trusted him. But he’s only ever seen her from afar and in social media pictures, they never had a chance to meet.

“Calm down. I’m Baekhyun’s friend.” He hopes that it sparkles trust in her, but all she does is tremble slightly, looking around in panic to seek help. He pulls on her arm, making her look at him instead. “You can trust me.”

“Oh, really.”

The new voice sounds nearby, making the two snap their heads up.

All the remaining color leaves her face; she’s paralyzed, frozen to the ground, staring in utter shock at the newcomer’s silhouette.

Baekhyun’s eyes are darker than she’s ever seen before, his posture – ominous, slightly hunched, like a wolf that’s ready to pounce on its prey. But, what catches most of her attention, is the dark liquid that covers him head to toe, splattered over his face, otherwise white shirt, every other surface that she can tell apart from the surroundings. He stands in the dim light of the street lamp and she can vaguely tell that the liquid is red. Her knees start shaking.

He steps forward – the man whom she loves, but who hurt her and whom she doesn’t know whether she can trust anymore. But neither can she trust the stranger that’s next to her, and she starts backing away from either of them, her thoughts running rapidly.

Baekhyun’s attention is not on her now though, he’s glaring daggers into his friend.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Sehun’s thoughts are racing too; there’s no good solution. There’s no many options to begin with. But he wants this to end – so he picks the worst one.

Stepping towards the girl, he grabs her arm before she can protest, pulling her to himself.

“You said you’re going to get rid of her. Isn’t she useless to you?” his lips curl into a fake smirk.

Baekhyun scowls.

“And what does it have to do with you?”

“I wouldn’t mind some variety, too.”

He doesn’t wait for Baekhyun to react; he pulls the girl into his chest and bites into her shoulder. His teeth sink into her flesh without any resistance, and they go in deep. A scream echoes into the night, although weak and short-living. Warm blood hits his tongue – it tastes good, but he’s not focused on it in the slightest now, keeping his instincts at bay, staying conscious of his surroundings instead.

Baekhyun launches himself at him – them – and he easily dodges to the side, pulling the girl along.

“Come on, Baekhyunie, will you really be selfish like that?”

She lets out a whimper, her gaze barely grabbing focus, her limbs flaying, trying to get him off herself – too weakly for it to be of any success.

“Let me do the job for you.”

His hand is on her head, pushing it to the side so harshly that with just a bit more strength, he could tear it off. Without breaking eye contact with his friend, he dives his teeth into her neck now.

“Stop it, Sehun…” Baekhyun’s voice quivers.

“Come on, Baekhyunie” he mocks. “Just let me kill her.”

The girl sobs quietly, but her legs give in and Sehun has to hold her up in his arms. She’s barely conscious, blood loss and nerves taking a tool on her body and senses. And Sehun knows – he’s so close to overdoing it. Hang on, [F/n], he thinks. Just a moment longer.

“Let’s just get it over with” he adds. Baring his teeth, he sinks into her one last time, knowing so well that she’s too weak to try and fight him anymore. At the corner of his vision, he sees Baekhyun’s face – no anger on it anymore. Fear and confusion takes place instead. The girl’s blood tastes so good now that he doesn’t want to let it go. Her body is limp.

He doesn’t even have enough time to react when a force suddenly pushes into him, knocking him off the feet, as if he was hit by a truck. However, it’s not a truck, but Baekhyun himself, his arms wrapped around the small body on the ground, his own – trembling uncontrollably. He pulls her into his chest, no words coming out of his mouth but small sobs. He holds her close.

“Don’t you dare…” he utters with a shaky voice. “Don’t you fucking dare leave me…”

Sehun’s eyes widen.

She is so pale.

Baekhyun sits on the couch of his apartment, a small, unconscious silhouette is held securely in his arms, close to his chest, a blanket wrapped around it. Her pulse is weak, but it’s there, he thinks with relief, but he closes his eyes when putting face in the crook of her neck, listening to it to calm himself down.

He almost lost her.

He almost was the one who made it happen.

Guilt and fear gnaw at him. He feels terrible in every possible way. Tears kept running down his face long after they took care of her, and, although they told him she should be left to rest, he couldn’t force himself to let go of her now. He feels like a monster, but he doesn’t want to be alone.

Sehun, Jongin, and even Junmyeon sit in his apartment as well; he supposes they want to make sure everything will end up well.

But it won’t. He can’t take back what he’s done.

It’s hours later, once the sun has already picked up from the horizon, when he feels her move for the first time; just stirring a bit in his lap, but his attention is on her instantly, pulling away from her just a bit, to have a look at her face.

She wakes up.

She’s so weak that she can’t hold herself up. She has no idea what her body has gone through, but maybe it’s better for her. She’s confused and fearful. When her eyes meet his own, she falters.

“Hey…” he speaks softly. Does she remember what happened?

Her breath hitches, she vaguely tries to push him off. His heart breaks, but he knows. He hates himself for what he’s about to do.

“Everything’s okay. You’re okay now.”

His voice has never been this calm and careful, as if fearing than one tone higher could scare her to death.

But she’s too weak to even cry. At the very least, though, she can hear him, and see him, and that’s all that matters now.

He cups her cheek, bringing her face slightly forward, making her look at him, straight into his eyes, shining red. She’s too weak to protest. His fingers gently brush the side of her lip.

“Everything’s alright. Nothing’s wrong.”

His lips always repeat this phrase, like a lullaby. Once again, he knows he needs to put her down to sleep.

“You’re safe, and no one can hurt you. I’d never hurt you. I’d never betray you.”

She lets him enchant her, lets him control her thoughts, even memories. She lets him take away the pain, fear and disappointment, and all the memories that caused her to doubt.

However, Baekhyun knows – he deserved for her to doubt him, hate him even. He’s still a monster, a parasite, the humanity’s foe. He’s a vampire, and his very life depends on draining her own away.

But if she knew all that he knows, and if she knew what he’s done, she’d never be able to see the world the same as before. So he takes that weight away from her shoulders, and puts it on his own, knowing that for as long as she lives, he’ll be living through this day over and over again, and he’ll keep hurting her to quench his thirst, only to then selfishly erase her memory and take care of her after, and she’ll think how lucky she is to have such a caring partner at her side.

And, although his life has been reduced to a lie, Baekhyun knows that enduring it is the only way to keep you by his side.

And maybe, just maybe, one day, the lie of innocent and flawless love will become his truth.

Yooo I'm actually quite proud of this, vampire!Baek will always be deep in my heart. Honestly, if you know any other vamp!EXO fics, I'll appreciate recommendations!

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