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hypnotic | part one

paring: vampire!im jaebeom x reader

genre: angst, eventual smut (part two), vampire au

warnings: language, cringey vampire cliches i’m sure

word count: 9,800+

summary: jaebeom has been waiting 200 years to find his mate - the one who can break his trance and isn’t affected by his hypnotic abilities. You don’t seem to be that person, but he just can’t seem to get you out of his mind… why?

a/n: hello guys! so i originally had this planned to post tomorrow (the 30th) but it was so long i decided to split it up and post one part today and the other part on the 31st! This first part is mostly Jaebeom and not a lot of Y/N but SO BE IT. This is also my first time writing in the genre of vampire/fantasy loL so please forgive me because it’ll probably be cringe and not make sense. if that’s the case lol drop me a message!! also vampire jaebeom was requested FOREVER ago. so here it is practically 3 decades later. and i attempted to make a banner. if someone can make me a better one it’s v much WELCOME.

part two

Knock Knock Knock

He wished he could just pretend like he was asleep. He wished he could use that as an excuse to not answer the door, but based on the very strong feeling he was getting from who was behind it – that wouldn’t work.

“I know you’re in there! Just answer the damn door Jaebeom!”

Jaebeom rolled his eyes, leave it to Bambam to be at his front door before the day even had a chance to truly begin. Before letting him in, he went through all the possible things or excuses he could use to get out of whatever his younger friend had in mind.

“Is your vintage YSL here or is it still at the dry cleaners?” Bambam asked, pushing past Jaebeom as soon as he has the door partway open.

Gruffly, Jaebeom turned back into his apartment to Bambam already halfway to his bedroom – no doubt to look through his closet, “What are you doing here Bam?”

“What does it look like? I’m here for the vintage YSL asshole!”

He’s learned by now that it’s better to let him do his thing – whatever that may mean. So instead of following Bambam, he plopped down onto the same couch he’s had for nearly 15 years. “You know when I first bought that shirt it wasn’t considered vintage!”

Jaebeom waited for a response, but instead, he was met with silence. After a few moments – many of them thinking about how maybe it was time to replace the couch – he felt his “vintage” YSL button-down hit him in the face.

He groaned; the impact was surely going to create wrinkles in the material he tried to keep in pristine condition. It was ironic since he was often heard making fun of how much Bambam cared about clothes, but Jaebeom liked to keep his things nice. “Bam I just got it back from getting cleaned a couple of days ago.”

“Put it on.”

The tone of his friend’s voice seemed rather impatient. If he had closed his eyes, Jaebeom would have thought he was talking to Jinyoung or even himself.

“Why do I need to put it on? It’s 8 in the morning; where are we going?”

“Um excuse me? Did you forget what day it was? Now come on, we’re meeting Jinyoung at that new café down the street in fifteen.”

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, trying to picture the café on the mental map he keeps in his mind, “the one that used to be a video store in the 90s?”

Bambam made his way into the living room, picking up a few glasses that rested on the coffee table Jaebeom’s feet were on top of, and marched over to the small kitchen. Jaebeom has lived in this apartment more years than he’d like to admit, especially because enough time had passed that the neighbors he had were clearly aging and he just stayed 26. The thought of moving somewhere new often enters his mind, but with this place, he just can’t bring it in himself to go quite yet. It’s almost as though something is tying him to this city, this place – like he’s waiting for something.

“Yes, and a speakeasy in the 20s both of which are not important right now because we live in the 21st century Jaebeom. Now come on, Jinyoung’s waiting – that asshole is always early.”

He heard Bambam mumble something along the lines of known him 100 years, would it kill him to just be on time for once, as he furiously dropped the glasses on the kitchen counter.

“Do I have to go?”

Bambam paused his motions of putting Jaebeom’s dirty dishes into the sink to stare the older vampire down, “Jaebeom you only turn 200 once.”

He scoffed in response, “Jesus don’t remind me.”

“We have to make a whole day of it! So please just put the shirt on, because I want you looking presentable,” he stopped in the middle of his sentence, suddenly wiggling his eyebrows, “you never know what could happen.” The final word is drawn out, almost sing-song like and it drives Jaebeom up the wall because he knows exactly what Bambam is referencing.

For Jaebeom and those like Jaebeom, they didn’t consider the day they were born as their birthday, but instead as the day they turned. There was no point in celebrating their birth anymore as they were no longer alive. However, at this point after 200 birthdays, – alive and dead combined - Jaebeom was beginning to believe that there was no point to those either. He always knew being immortal was a curse but day by day that idea was only solidifying itself in his mind.

Jaebeom let out a gruff breath which only made Bambam look up from the fork he was scrubbing, “Bam I don’t know what you think is going to happen today… but it certainly isn’t that.”

The “that” he was referencing was one of the main factors that as of late had made him feel like living forever was indeed a waste. It was the thing that was supposed to make him feel “complete.” According to old texts and traditional vampire folklore, he was now walking around half full, but once he met his mate, he would become whole. At first, he didn’t believe the tale. He had gotten by so far without a mate that the idea of him not being complete made him laugh. But watching both Bambam and Jinyoung find their mates – Bambam 70 years ago and Jinyoung 16 years ago – made him finally acknowledge and reflect on the piece of himself he was missing.

And fuck he was lonely.

Bambam chuckled at him as if being in on his own personal joke. His friend was strange like that sometimes, “just put the shirt on Jaebeom.”

By the time he’s had the shirt on and Bambam has somehow convinced him to let him wear his Rolex he got as a gift from his friend Jackson in 1920, Jaebeom feels mentally prepared to leave the house and embark on this dreadful day. The reminder that he has now been around for 200 years and still is not whole.

“Finally,” Jinyoung sighed when Jaebeom and Bambam finally reached the café down the street, “I’ve been waiting 20 minutes.”

A disgruntled Bambam checks his watch, “well if you don’t want to wait every single time, don’t be so fucking early,” he promptly turned to Jaebeom to share his grief regarding their friend, “you think he would learn after all this time.”

“Let’s just go order,” Jaebeom shrugged, not caring to be in another disagreement between his longer than life friends.

“Be honest you’re early on purpose just so it gives you something to complain about and a reason to make us feel bad!”

Jinyoung ignored Bambam’s theory, replying to the oldest, “no need. I already ordered for the three of us. It’s a special day, the birthday boy doesn’t need to pay,” he glanced at Bambam, “you on the other hand…”

The two new arrivals, flop down into the sofa chairs on either side of Jinyoung, along of them situated to make a half-circle in front of a low coffee table. The three of them had somehow stuck into this… pattern. Years of friendship that contained years of Bambam/Jinyoung squabbles that Jaebeom would often have to mediate. Patterns were nice, but sometimes they would get old – especially after so long.

As the two of them argue over whether or not Bambam should pay Jinyoung back for a simple iced Americano because Bam swears he got the drinks the last two times, Jaebeom looks over to the counter where the baristas work on – no doubt – the plethora of orders they have. The factor of the café being new has certainly been the cause of the popularity and amount of people in the shop. He can’t help but feel bad for the individuals working on the drinks – three years ago he had been one of them for roughly 18 months and knew that it wasn’t as easy as it appeared to be.

In retrospect, Jaebeom didn’t have to work. He had so much time to learn and understand what it meant to be financially responsible. Not only that, but he’s literally had hundreds of years to save. Plus, his early investments in companies ended up landing him some pretty substantial and valuable shares. Jaebeom was sitting on quite the pretty penny.

“Wow your portfolio is remarkable… I’ve never seen one like it,” his latest financial advisor had said to him in complete awe, “I mean an early investor in Amazon? Apple? Mastercard?”

Jaebeom had laughed nervously, “What can I say? My grandpa had good intuition, I guess.”

Money aside, he had wanted something to do with his time – hence his barista job. It was fun, but like most things, Jaebeom just grew tired of it and as he watched the girl working the espresso machine let out an exhausted breath, he realized that he wasn’t missing it.

Jaebeom has become good at studying people. It was something he still wasn’t sure of whether it was a vampire thing or just something he had picked up over time. Watching the girl at the machine, her hair is in a low bun, a few strands falling in front of her face. It’s clear with the way the hair tie is situated, that the hairstyle was once a bit neater, tighter, and sat at the middle or even top of her head. However, the now fallen placement and slight disarray signal how busy she’s been working and how fried she must be feeling.

He looks to the string bracelet on her wrist, visible from far away enough for Jaebeom to conclude that she must have someone in her life deemed important to wear one of those “friendship” bracelets. He never saw the point, but humans were strange creatures, despite him once being one.

Jaebeom’s breath hitches when he catches sight of the delicately drawn tattoo on her wrist near the bracelet. It’s of lavender and it immediately reminds him of his mother who had loved exploring the lavender field that had been near his home when he was a child. Despite all the time that has passed since he lost his mother, the pain that aches inside of Jaebeom when he thinks of her isn’t any less.

His thoughts are interrupted by the call at the coffee bar, “Order for Jinyoung.”

The call comes from the overworked girl he had been studying and Jaebeom wants more than anything to stand up and retrieve their orders. He finds a weird want to hear what her laugh sounds like. Maybe he could say something or strike up a conversation that would-

“What are you doing?” It takes Jaebeom a moment to notice that he has partially stood up from his chair as if he’s about to go somewhere. Cluelessly, he replied, “going to get the drinks.”

The youngest shook his head, “No way! Birthday boys don’t get their drinks, they don’t lift a finger.”

He knew Bambam was one to take birthdays seriously, but this was beginning to feel like it was going the extra mile too many.

“I’ll get it.”

Jaebeom watched Bambam get up to retrieve the drinks. He expects him to just grab the drinks and return to the table, but instead, Bambam says something to the girl. Arching his neck to the side, he tries to make a clear path to eavesdrop on what’s being said, hearing being one of the benefits of turning. Unfortunately, the café is too loud for him to focus on the conversation and he’s defeated by the fact that he’ll have to stay in the dark.

The girl laughs loudly at something Bambam said and Jaebeom can’t help but feel mixed about it. On one hand, he got his wish – hearing her laugh – but on the other hand, he wasn’t the cause of it. For some reason it makes him bring his clench and unclench his fists which rest on the arms of the sofa chair. Jinyoung takes notice.

Jaebeom quickly looks down at his lap when he senses that Bambam is returning to where they’re sat, not wanting to give away that he had been staring. First, he places Jinyoung’s and his drink on the table, soon turning back around to go back and fetch the last drink – Jaebeom’s.

When he comes back, Jaebeom looks up to see a large grin spread across the youngest’s face. He has that look again – the one as if he knows a joke Jaebeom doesn’t.

The latter nodded his head in thanks for getting the drinks as he inspects his green tea on the table. Just as he’s about to pick up the mug, he’s stopped in his tracks by an announcement coming from the coffee bar.

“Hello everyone! Sorry for the interruption, but I’ve been told that we have a birthday here today,” you said. Giving announcements wasn’t your strong suit, but you figured now that you were an actual owner of something, you were going to get over your shyness. But you didn’t think it was going to be that often that a tall, skinny and pale boy with a Rolex on his wrist would be asking you to get your coffee shop to sing happy birthday for his friend. Even when you were a barista working for someone else no one had made such a request. This was a café after all, not an Applebee’s.

Jaebeom wished more than anything that he could sink into his seat and just disappear. If only that cliché that vampires turned into bats were true, then he could just fly away at a moment’s notice. Leave it to Bambam to torture him like this. It wasn’t intentional of course, but it certainly felt like it to Jaebeom.

It was especially tragic to him because the girl he had been studying was the one leading the entire café in singing “Happy Birthday.” He did his best to avoid looking at her, feeling like his entire body was heating up in embarrassment even though he couldn't heat up.

You on the other hand felt a little insulted by the birthday boy’s lack of eye contact. You hadn’t even managed to get a good look at him before you started singing and now it was not possible with the way that he was looking down at the ground, his long hair falling in front of his face, concealing itself to you. It wasn’t difficult to conclude that he felt awkward about a bunch of strangers he had never met singing him happy birthday, you had felt the same whenever your friends tried to ambush you on your birthday… but you at least looked up and acknowledged the presence of the people singing. A tight smile from this guy would even be happily accepted.

When the song is over and the claps that follow finally subside, he looks up to see the café back at its previous state of normalcy, not a single person looking at him anymore. Jaebeom lets out a sigh of relief.

“You could at least act like you liked it,” Bambam huffed in annoyance. He wished Jaebeom could appreciate the idea of birthdays like he did.

“I really didn’t need to be the center of attention today Bam.”

“But it’s your bir-” Bambam begins to explain, but Jaebeom abruptly cuts him off, not wanting to hear his reasoning for today’s antics, yet again. The day hadn’t even started.

“My birthday, I know. Thanks for reminding me.”

Jinyoung clears his throat and plays with the spoon that came with his Flat White. Just as Jaebeom is the mediator for Bambam and Jinyoung, sometimes Jinyoung has to be the mediator for Jaebeom and Bambam. Essentially the commonality in the disagreements of their trio friendship is Bambam and currently, Jinyoung feels as though he should route the conversation elsewhere.

“What else is in the cards for tonight then boys?”

It’s then based on the look on Jaebeom’s face, that Jinyoung thinks that maybe talking about the plans for tonight – on Jaebeom’s birthday – isn’t re-routing the conversation. Especially since it’s Bambam’s whose eyes light up and is the one to reply to him.

“Obviously we’re going out tonight,” Bambam paused and turned to Jaebeom, wagging his finger in the latter’s face, “there’s no way you’re getting out of this. I’m not taking no for an answer this time.”

Jaebeom rolled his eyes and didn’t respond as he knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter. He had rejected Bambam’s invitations to go out consistently for the last 6 months and on his birthday of all days, Bam was going to force him out of the house just as he had done this morning to come to the café.

He looks back to the front counter, his eyes searching for the barista who has now suddenly disappeared. A frown begins to make itself known on his face, feeling a bit disappointed by the fact that she may have left already or gone elsewhere, but soon she’s popping up from behind the counter, no doubt getting something from the cabinets below. Jaebeom feels relief.

“What did you say to her?” he asked suddenly looking back at Bambam.

He cocked his head to the side, confused, “What did I say to who?”

“The barista behind the counter.”

His friend nodded his head slowly, suddenly realizing what Jaebeom means. A smirk appears on his face, “nothing much… Just how it was your birthday and it would be really good if we could all embarrass you by singing about it. She’s not a barista, by the way, she owns the place. Kinda backward thinking there Jae. It’s the 21st century, women can own things now, they can vote.”

“I know that,” Jaebeom hissed.

Bambam puts up his hands in defeat, “I’m just making sure.”

“Don’t you know her?” Jinyoung asked, “isn’t that why we came here?”

Jaebeom’s interests are perked. It’s not often that the three of them meet new people. It’s not like there’s a huge point to it. The last new person the three of them met was Mark – also a vampire – a bartender at their favorite club in the city, but that was in 2007.

He waits for Bambam’s explanation as to how he knows this girl and why they came here specifically beside it just being near Jaebeom’s apartment.

Waving his hand nonchalantly, the Thai boy gives his answer, “I don’t really know her. Minji does. Met her in some kind of class, I think. SoulCycle? Pilates? Zumba? I don’t know. I can’t keep up with her and her activities these days.”

Minji is Bambam’s mate. He had turned her only a month after they met.

Jaebeom’s not sure what he would do if he met his mate. He doesn’t know if he would want to subject them to turning and living the same kind of life as him, but he also doesn’t know if he could continue life alone after meeting his mate. If he ever meets them.

“Why the curiosity?” Jinyoung asked, for once finding it hard to remain stone-faced. Even his usual chill, non-revealing demeanor seems to fade away when it appears that his older friend might be attracted to someone.

Jaebeom simply shrugged, “it’s nothing…”

“What do you think? Could she be the one?” Bambam asked teasingly, pointing to the girl behind the counter.

Jinyoung rolled his eyes almost immediately at the younger boy, “if you’re going to keep bothering him about it, don’t make it so obvious idiot.”

Jaebeom had been alive – or more like undead – for 200 years and more than half of that time he had to listen to this same conversation from his friends over and over again. His patience was wearing thin and 180 years later, he was tired of their pestering.

He leaned forward slowly and grabbed his green tea off the table, making sure to visibly flinch at the heat of the drink, Bambam, and Jinyoung chuckling at his reaction. Out of the three of them, Jaebeom certainly had the most practice when it came to “putting on a show” for the humans and “acting” the most human. Taking a sip, he looked back at the girl behind the counter.

The youngest vampire had spent many of their outings and conversations hypothesizing who Jaebeom’s mate could be. Despite being the oldest of the three, Jaebeom was the only one left who still hadn’t found his mate and he was beginning to feel hopeless. Typically, Bambam pointed out any human girl as a candidate – all of them of course ended up not being his mate. Therefore, Jaebeom didn’t pay attention to his picks anymore, but he had to admit… He did get a strange feeling from the girl behind the counter.

Jaebeom looked to you, hoping to catch your gaze as you quickly made the coffee orders for the few people waiting to the side of the cash register. Just when he was about to give up and focus his attention back on his friends, you tore your concentration away from the drink in your hand and looked up at him from across the cafe.

Jaebeom focused his gaze deep onto you with his eyes – testing, checking, and trialing your focus. You didn’t look away, instead, you trained your eyes deeply into his and stared at him until finally, it was Jaebeom who broke the contact.

He shook his head at his friends, disappointed by your inability to break the trance and ultimately confused at the feeling he still got from you despite that.

Jaebeom took another sip of the tea, “it’s not her.”

“Did you have to debate that Uber driver on the Twilight franchise?” Jinyoung groaned at Bambam as soon as they’re out of the car.

The entire twenty-minute ride, he had got into a heated discussion with their driver on how Twilight was not “true” or realistic to most actual vampire folklore. It had been an excruciating thing to listen to.

“Got to stand up for our kind dude.”

“Okay, but what happens when she starts asking how you know all these things or why you’re so interested in vampire stuff?” Jinyoung tended to always be right. This wasn’t an exception.

Brushing off his pants, Bambam gives him a nonchalant wave, “chill out man. Everyone loves vampire stuff.”

“Maybe in 2008,” Jaebeom said just barely loud enough for his friends to hear them. The two of them laughed, Bambam shoving him playfully on the shoulder, “Birthday boy getting funny on us.”

“I was always funny,” Jaebeom deadpanned.

“Funny and looking good tonight. Let’s get you laid, shall we?”

After a day that was jampacked full of various activities planned by his youngest friend, the last thing Jaebeom wanted to do was spend extra energy on trying to get some girl to come home with him tonight. Besides, he wasn’t that guy anymore.

Jinyoung scoffed, “he doesn’t need to get laid tonight.”

“Yes, he does! Jaebeom how long has it been?”

This time it’s Jinyoung that shoves Bambam’s shoulder – except it’s not all that playful.

“Fine don’t answer that, but I’m just saying there will be quite a few girls here that you can have your pick of, despite your plain outfit.”

Jaebeom looked at the clothes he had changed into when Bambam spared him a sliver of time to go back home to digress and feed his cats. The latter had wanted him to borrow clothes of his, but instead, Jaebeom decided on pulling pieces from his closet that felt more like him, less like Bambam. A plain pair of ripped jeans, an oversized black shirt that he had bought at a shop from his trip to London last year, and his mother’s necklace that often wasn’t missing from its spot around his neck.

Bambam’s earlier critique was that he was dressed too basic and that no girls would bat an eye at him. Girls don’t like plain guys, he had said. The comment makes Jaebeom wonder about you and whether you’d fall under the category of not liking “plain” guys.

He bites the inside of his cheek. It was probably the eighth time he had made himself do it today. Jaebeom had found his mind often drifting to you throughout the day for some unexplainable reason. During their walk in the park, he wondered if you would take strolls during your breaks from the café or when Bambam forced him to go paint pottery for an hour and a half he thought about what you would paint. It frustrated him because he hadn’t even spoken to you – not a word and yet you were clearly on his mind for one reason or another. It wasn’t even like you were his mate. He had tried to see if you were unaffected by his trance, his hypnotic capabilities, but you had just stared at him completely fixated just as everyone else was.

Jaebeom was not going to think about you any longer. He was already planning on avoiding your café.

“We’re on the list,” Bambam tells the bouncer when they arrive at the entrance of the club. He scans the list and motions his head towards the direction of the door to signal to the three of them to go on ahead. There’s a bit of a whine coming from the people waiting in line which admittedly so makes Jaebeom feel a little guilty, but Bambam ensures him it’s fine, “why have a friend who works at a club if we can’t use him for the perks?”

“Why does he keep bartending again?” As soon as the question is out of Jaebeom’s mouth he realizes it was a stupid thing to ask since the answer is apparent.

Bambam laughed at him, giving his long – irreplaceable he’d like to remind everyone – leather coat to the person at the front of the club. Jaebeom swears he hears him tell the coat check guy the “proper” way to put it on a hanger.

“Obviously for the girls Jaebeom.”

Mark’s mate – Hana had passed on a long time ago. Jaebeom had never got the chance to meet her, only hears about her in passing from some stories that Mark has told the three of them. He hadn’t turned her. Jaebeom’s never asked why.

“Girls… of course.”

He can’t help but think about how Mark must feel inside. Although Jaebeom doesn’t know him as well as he knows Bambam and Jinyoung, whenever he’s with the older boy he’s always got a smile on his face. Often quiet, but he’s always got certain energy bouncing off of him that would indeed make him popular with women. However, if what they say about mates is true, would that mean that a piece of Mark was now missing? Did he feel like he was less of a person? Jaebeom felt like that sometimes and he hadn’t even met his mate yet. Mark had his, but now he didn’t.

“Drinks?” Jinyoung asked the two of them and Jaebeom is partly surprised. Out of the three of them, Bambam was the one who was the most comfortable in a club or even bar setting. He figures that Jinyoung must be using his birthday as an excuse to cut loose and become someone else for the night.

Bambam instantly nodded his head at Jinyoung’s suggestion and Jaebeom finds himself trailing behind the two of them as they make their way over to Mark at the bar who is throwing his head back at something the girl across the bar is saying. Judging on Jaebeom’s intuition – it’s a bit fake and overplayed, but you got to do what you got to do.

“My man!” Bambam yelled over the music, leaning against the counter in a way to make sure he doesn’t get the elbows of his long sleeve turtleneck wet. Mark in response, turned to them and smiled, then routing his attention back to the girl, giving her an apologetic smile. Her half-smile says everything Jaebeom could need to know – this girl would not be going home with Mark after his shift tonight.

“What can I get you guys tonight,” Mark turned to Jaebeom and the latter can barely make out his sharp canines in the dark club, “birthday boy you want anything special?”

Before Jaebeom can reply that he wants to be at home, Bambam answers for him.

“Could we maybe get something that’s off the menu?” He wiggled his eyebrows at Mark who gave him a shit-eating grin, knowing immediately what he was talking about.

“Off the menu” meant Mark’s secret stash of O negative underneath the counter. While alcohol had the same effect on them that it had on the average humans, adding a bit of blood just made a little bit better. Okay… it made it a lot better.

“Three negronis coming right up,” Mark winked to give a little signal that these would most likely not be as well composed or put together as a negroni, but due to them being in public, he couldn’t necessarily announce a shit ton of alcohol mixed with human blood was going to be served up to them.

“How has your birthday been Jae?” Mark asked as he was in the middle of placing three glasses onto the countertop in between them.

It was difficult to explain since to Jaebeom it had just been another day except for a little bit more excruciating. The celebration of another year “older” filled him with thoughts of how much time has passed, whether he’s done anything truly important and why he still hasn’t found the person who is meant to complete him… but like he said only a little more excruciating than any other day.

Jaebeom shrugged in response, “Bam planned a lot and for the most part, it was…” he paused for a moment, wondering if he should say how he felt – numb, lost, and wishing the day would come to an end as if tomorrow won’t bring the same thoughts or problems. But as he looked at his friends who had tried so hard today to make him happy and celebrate, he decided to guard them against the ultimate truth, “for the most part it was fun – really good. I mean besides the singing at the café of course.” He throws in the last part to at least have some kind of believability to his story.

He notices Mark’s eyebrows lift out of curiosity as his concentration focuses on measuring out each part of the drinks, “An entire café sang you happy birthday? Damn, I don’t think I could ever get through that, so I can only imagine how you feel.”

“That was Bam’s idea,” Jinyoung muttered.

Once again, Bambam does his nonchalant waving of the hand, “it wasn’t that bad. I mean okay, maybe it was… But Jaebeom was obsessed with the girl who led it.”

Jaebeom suddenly feels like he wants to put duct tape over his friend’s mouth.

“I was not obsessed with her! I don’t even know her!” Jaebeom for some reason felt the need to defend himself, which was probably the worst option. Him getting defensive was usually a tell-tale sign for his friends being right on whatever they were confronting him with.

Bambam scoffed, bringing gliding his drink across the bar to be directly in front of him once Mark has poured it neatly into the short glass, “I noticed you staring at her before I went to get the drinks. That’s why I asked her to do it in the first place.”

“So, she doesn’t know Minji?” Jinyoung questioned.

The youngest takes his first sip and immediately lets out a hissing noise, signaling to Mark that it’s both strong and good. “No, she does, but Jaebeom’s weird staring only made it that much better.”

Mark pushed the other two glasses towards Jinyoung and Jaebeom, “Was she your…” he drifted off, almost as though he was finding it physically difficult to get the word out. Jaebeom can’t help but feel the want to reach his hand out towards Mark and place it comfortingly on his shoulder, but his group of friends don’t do that. Instead, he saves him the trouble by answering back right away, not forcing him to say it.

“No, she wasn’t.”

The bartender nodded slowly, suddenly avoiding his gaze from the three familiar boys across the bar from him, “That’s uh… too bad that she wasn’t able to break the trance. Sorry, Jaebeom.”

He knows that Mark is just trying to be nice, especially when they’re on a subject that he clearly can’t and doesn’t want to talk about, but the attempt to be comforting makes Jaebeom nauseous.

“Well maybe he’ll find her here tonight,” Jinyoung quipped, placing a hand on Jaebeom’s back. Sometimes the latter swore that his friends treated him he had just found out he had a terminal illness.

“I sincerely doubt it,” Jaebeom commented gruffly.

There’s a sound from the other side of the bar from a customer who seems fed up with the conversation being had between the four of them – distracting Mark from serving anyone else. He gives a signal to them to notify them that he’ll be there in a second. “Well… come to me if you guys need more drinks. It’s on me tonight.”

“Thanks, man,” Jaebeom tells him honestly because he might need a couple more drinks before he gets to the state of wanting to be in this room.

Mark said a final word of “see you guys later” and heads to the other end of the bar to help customers who have been waiting. Grabbing their drinks, Jaebeom, Jinyoung, and Bambam turn around to depart the bar, to find somewhere to sit for a bit before the drinks truly begin to hit them.

With his drink in hand, Jaebeom took a sip and reveled in the perfect balance of alcohol to burn his throat and blood to soothe it. The drink was probably the most relaxing part of his day thus far and as he looked out at the crowd, he could already tell that maybe the mixture was going to his head due to his sudden thinking that this place wasn’t all that bad.

Despite not being a club guy, if he were to go out, Jaebeom would always choose this club that Mark works out. To put it simply – it was vampire friendly. With Mark behind the counter and his “secret” supply free-flowing, it became a notoriously known place for vampires in town. If he had to guess, the attendance on an average night was probably evenly split 50/50, humans and vampires.

The humans weren’t aware of the vampires of course – for the most part.

Jaebeom cleared his throat once they’ve found a booth to sit in, “so… Bam what do you know about that girl?”

Both Jinyoung and Bambam exchange glances before looking back at the birthday boy. The latter tried his best to conceal the smile on his face, “not much… just that she owns the café, knows Minji, and is very single.”

For some reason, Jaebeom’s stomach does a little flip, but he wishes it wouldn’t. “S-So?” Through his stutter, he tries to remain as confident as possible, but his friends see right through his façade.

Jinyoung leaned forward until his elbows rest on the top of his thighs, “Jaebeom you can be honest with us… Why the sudden fascination with this girl? Are you sure she didn’t break the trance? Just with the way that you’re acting…” Jinyoung drifted off, not bothering to finish his final sentence, but once again looking at Bambam. It makes Jaebeom lean forward in his seat as well.

“With the way, I’m acting? I’m completely normal. I’m fine. She didn’t break the trance and now I’m just curious about her as curious as anyone would be about someone they meet.”

There’s the silence between the three of them until Bambam speaks up, “You didn’t meet her though.”

It dawns on Jaebeom that he didn’t even speak to you and he wonders why does it feel like he did. Why did it feel like he knew you but didn’t at the same time? Why haven’t his mind and body been cooperating with him since this morning at the café?

Just with the way that you’re acting…

The way he was acting? What did that mean? Was the way he was acting mean something specific?

He feels like he blinks and thirty minutes go by. And in that past thirty minutes, Jaebeom had somehow managed to drink 6 of Mark’s “negronis.” He felt like his head was beginning to get dizzy. It wasn’t often that Jaebeom found himself drunk on the verge of drunkenness due to alcohol not affecting him as much as humans. To even remotely get to that state, he had to drink a lot and it had to be strong.

“You feeling it Jaebeom?” Through the darkness and the haze of the alcohol, Jaebeom could barely make out the hint of the smile playing on Jinyoung’s face. He had switched to a glass of wine at some point while Jaebeom was binge drinking which had to be the most Jinyoung thing ever. Who drinks a glass of wine in a dark, sweaty club?

He’s afraid to answer him verbally which would give his friend an obvious sign of how he was feeling. So instead he just shrugged – as usual.

“Dude let’s get out there!” The youngest shouted, motioning his hands to the middle of the club, “dance… maybe find you a girl?”

Jaebeom watched the people pressing up against each other on the dancefloor, moving their bodies, and drinking like their lives depended on it. He wondered if he wanted to be a part of that. Everyone out there was so full of life and vigor… he just wasn’t. He also didn’t know if he was that drunk, but bless Bambam because he didn’t need alcohol to be out there.

For what feels like the millionth time, his mind drifted to you. Was this your kind of place? Would you come here? If you did would you come alone? With friends? Someone else? You didn’t seem like the type of person who would like this place. You seemed more like him – the observant, calm, inquisitive type who would much rather be at home with a book than at a party.

Then for a moment, he can picture it. It’s almost like he’s in a trance – an image of you curled up on a couch – his couch – under a large white cable knit blanket fills his mind. Rather than reading, your painting with watercolors – the kind that seems to be in every elementary school classroom – and he hears a voice out of view. His voice.

“Painting really?”

Jaebeom sees you glance up from your painting to look at him, smiling.

“Looks like I’m gonna have a lot of time on my hands so… might as well get good at something.”

Jaebeom hears himself laugh, “Okay but watercolors?”

He feels like he’s going to pass out when he finally hears it – your laugh.

“Let the artist work Im Jaebeom! She needs to get good enough to live off auction house money once her paintings get sold! Shh!” Despite your words, you smiled and suddenly moved the tools away from you onto the coffee table. You lifted half the blanket off of you and patted the space of the couch beside you, “you know I can’t say no when you give me that face. Come here.”

And just like that, the vision is gone. Jaebeom feels confused because it didn’t feel like a dream or fantasy, but it felt real… it felt like a memory.

“Hello, Earth to Jaebeom?”

Right… dancing. Maybe dancing would help him forget whatever game his mind was playing on him.

“Yeah let’s fucking go.”

Another instance occurs where Jaebeom blinks and everything moves so fast. Suddenly he’s no longer sat at the table with Bambam and Jinyoung, but instead in the middle of that mess on the dancefloor with everyone else. He almost feels like one of them. He almost feels human again. But as soon as that feeling washes over him, it quickly dissipates.

He knows it must be the drinks doing all the work, because otherwise, he would have never found himself in the middle of all these people, thinking that dancing is a good idea. Dancing had never done anything remotely good for him before, so why now? To help forget? Was it going to help him do that?

“I swear it’s like he’s not even here.”

Jaebeom tuned back into the moment, and it’s when he realizes that Jinyoung and Bambam have been trying to get his attention this entire time.

“Sorry I was just- the alcohol you know…” He says it so quietly that he knows his friends won’t be able to hear him over the music and the millions of conversations happening around them. But he thinks that maybe it’s better that way and that it truly doesn’t matter what he says.

Jinyoung comes closer to Jaebeom, until his mouth is right next to his ear, “we were just asking if there’s anyone that you’re interested in.”

They’re still on this idea? Jaebeom asked himself.

Even in his drunken state, he didn’t think that finding some random girl to fuck was going to help with the emptiness he’s been feeling lately, but for the first time since getting up and onto the dance floor he takes in the people around him. As depressing as it was to observe, most people were here with someone else.

It’s then his gaze falls onto a couple that stands far on the left side of the floor, behind where Jinyoung is standing. The two of them have their fronts pressed up against each other, dancing so closely with arms exploring one another’s bodies. The female has her head resting on the male’s shoulder as if she’s too exhausted to keep going, but can’t dare to part with him. It’s like they’re part of each other and any distance would cause them to lose all sense of themselves.

The girl lifts her head off the male’s shoulder and gives him this look that makes Jaebeom’s heart – if it was still beating – ache. She says something to him and he nodded happily in response. Even through the dim lights and large crowd, Jaebeom could see the sharp teeth inside her mouth.

She placed her head back against his shoulder, this time, however, the male had his head angled back, stretching out his neck. The girl moves in closer until her mouth just ghosts over the skin, breathing on it until the boy shuts his eyes awaiting the sting and pleasure that will come next.

Biting down against his flesh, breaking skin, the girl drinks from her partner. Even though he’s at a distance from them, Jaebeom can tell by the look on the man’s face that he’s enjoying being fed on and that it certainly isn’t his first time.

He feels like his eyes are frozen on the couple. It’s been so long since he fed off someone instead of the stuff that he gets from his connection at the hospital. Jaebeom tries not to think about the way his fingertips tingle and his throat dries up at the thought of drinking from a warm body. The alcohol has only dehydrated him and made him feel even more thirsty – he’s afraid that going back to the bar and asking Mark for a glass of O negative exclusively isn’t going to make that go away.

After a moment or two, the girl removes her mouth from the boy’s neck and drags her tongue over the spot where she had drawn blood from, ultimately covering the wound and signaling that she was done drinking.

He thinks of how risky it is to do that at a place like this. Although half of the people around them also take part in the activity of drinking blooding and granted most of them aren’t paying attention to those around them – there are still unsuspecting humans everywhere. If one wrong person were to see then that could be it for this club being a haven for the vampire community in the city and that would probably be… it for vampires in this city in general.

But who was he kidding? He was being a hypocrite because he’s for sure done the same thing.

You’ve once again entered his mind. However, this time it isn’t an image, picture, or vision that occupies his thoughts, but instead just the idea of how you would react to who he is, what he really is. Throughout his time that he’s been undead he’s only done the “reveal” to a handful of people and even then, it took him a long time to get there. Well except for one person who ultimately was a mistake and his friends hadn’t hesitated to let him know.

With you, Jaebeom felt that you wouldn’t be the kind of person to judge him instantly based on what he was. You would be shocked of course, maybe even scared, but you wouldn’t let that cloud your judgment. You wouldn’t let yourself reject something just because it was unfamiliar.

What the fuck was he on about?

It must be the alcohol doing this to him. He would have to thank Mark for making them strong this time around, but also make a mental note to never let this happen again. Jaebeom was already a deeper thinker, but this was getting out of hand.

There’s a sudden grasp of Jaebeom’s elbow and he feels himself jump at the sudden touch. His eyebrows furrowed when he realized it wasn’t one of his friends considering Bambam and Jinyoung were both dancing over to his right side.

When he turned around to greet the person who had grabbed him, he was disappointed, surprised, and annoyed all in one. It was the last person he had expected to see her, except not really because it made perfect sense.

“Jaebeom… hi.” Ara smiled shyly at him, tucking a string of hair behind her ear and slightly looking down at the ground. He wants to groan because he knows she’s doing this because he had once mentioned that he thought it was hot when she looked innocent. He shouldn’t have ever said that.

He’s not sure what to say, because what are you supposed to say to someone you’ve been trying to avoid for the past year and a half? Jaebeom had said everything he had wanted to say to her.

At one point in his life, he had been stupid. He had been stupid and he had abused the power that had been bestowed upon him since the day he had been turned. Perhaps one would assume that he’d been foolish with his ability just at the start – 100, maybe even 150 years ago. Instead, Jaebeom had gone through a rough patch about a year or two ago.

The overwhelming pressure of finding his mate had started to get to him again. All he needed was someone, anyone to break the hypnotic trance and that was it. A task that seemed so simple, yet never came. So, Jaebeom had used hypnotism to his advantage, getting as many girls as he could in his bed in the shortest amount of time possible. He wasn’t proud of it and it was something he would constantly regret as long as he was ali- around.

One of those girls… had been Ara.

Jaebeom felt relieved when she didn’t wait for him to answer back at her greeting, “How are you? I-It’s your birthday, right? How old are you turning again? 27?” She winked immediately after her question and he wants to roll his eyes.

She was the mistake by the way. The mistake that knew about who he was.

He doesn’t even remember how it happened, how his secret slipped, or what the circumstances of her finding out was. Part of him thinks he was just horny, thirsty, and weak, but she found out and she… loved it.

Weirdly enough, Ara loved the idea of him being a vampire and his “lifestyle” which at first Jaebeom didn’t think too much about. He thought okay she’s taking this extremely well… better than anyone else I’ve ever told, but whatever, but then it became strange.

She was what those in the vampire community call a “vampire fetishizer.”

He coughed awkwardly, his gaze wandering over to Jinyoung and Bambam, hoping they would catch sight of him stuck with Ara and come rescue him. Jaebeom wasn’t that lucky though, not even on his birthday, “Yeah… 27.”

Jaebeom can’t help but look at her neck. It’s fully on display and it was clear that Ara had come here to find someone to feed on her. He had been the one to show Ara this place before he had been clued into her little… vampire obsession.

“Well did the birthday boy get everything he wants today?” She smiled and gave Jaebeom those eyes. He feels his cock twitch in his pants and he realizes he has to keep himself in check because he’s not that weak tonight… right?

His eyes flash to her neck again and Jaebeom feels his throat get even drier. He was so thirsty and he knows Ara would be so willing.

No Jaebeom… No.

“I-I uh yeah… you know got- yeah today’s been good,” he stuttered awkwardly, bringing his tongue out to wet his dry lips. Judging on the look on Ara’s face, she’s taken the action the wrong way.

“You look thirsty Jaebeom… do you want a drink?”

He knows what she means and Jaebeom swallows hard in an attempt to distract himself, to remind himself that he’s not that thirsty. He doesn’t need it that bad.

“I-I think I am.”

The words come out faster than his brain can process to stop them and the part of Jaebeom that’s coherent, sharp, and aware wants to punch the weak and drunk Jaebeom in the face.

Without a word, Ara turned from Jaebeom and began walking to one of the exits at the side of the club. He feels like he’s the one in a trance, mindlessly following her through the people, not even hearing Jinyoung and Bambam calling out to him. The only thing that Jaebeom makes note of as he follows her is Mark’s face behind the bar, giving him a tight smile. It almost stops Jaebeom. Almost.

When they finally get outside through the exit door, they find themselves in a small alley between the club and a dry cleaner.

Jaebeom doesn’t even get a moment to think before Ara is pushing him against the wall of the dry cleaner, her hands roaming up and down his body, her lips going to his own. They’re pressed up against each other so closely that he recalls the couple he had watched earlier. He feels sick comparing this moment now to the two of them.

“Fuck I missed you so much,” Ara sighed seductively into this ear, making Jaebeom’s stomach churn further at her clear longing for him. Well not him, but the vampire part of him.

“Please, I need it,” she mewled. At her words, he almost puts a stop to this whole thing and has to question whether this is the right thing to do. Jaebeom wonders if this is old Jaebeom behavior – the one that just used women and threw them away later like toys, but then he remembers that this is Ara. She’s using him as well.

It’s almost as though that old, cocky, snide Jaebeom appears out of nowhere as he says his next words and brings himself closer to her neck, “do you really need it?”

“Yes, Jaebeom I do, please.” Ara already sounds so desperate and he’s barely done anything. He can’t help but smirk at her reaction.

“Then I guess I better give it to you then.”

He’s about to do it. He’s about to bite down and finally relieve his thirst, his craving, but then he looks to the side of the alley – towards the street. He feels like he’s seeing things again like he’s in the middle of a hallucination or mirage. That thought is pushed away when he locks eyes with you.

“Don’t mind me,” you placed your hands up in front of yourself, to show him you’re not eavesdropping. Your action frustrated you because it would have been much better to say nothing, but you felt yourself panic. The prolonged eye contact with him while he’s just seconds away from pressing down – bitting down? – on the girl’s next for some reason pushed you into defensive mode. Not to mention his eyes… his eyes were – red?

The girl hadn’t noticed you; you aren’t even sure if she heard you, but she certainly noticed Jaebeom’s stare fixated on you. When she faces you, she wears an unpleasant sneer, clearly annoyed by your interruption of whatever this was.

“Can you go?” She said, the agitation in her voice more than apparent.

Rather than immediately leave the scene, you continued to stare at Jaebeom. It’s difficult to say why you decided to walk this specific way home despite it being so late and dark out, but for some reason, you couldn’t help but be pulled in this direction. You weren’t someone who believed in signs or fate, but it felt so wrong to go any other way tonight. That was another thing, you felt this kink in your neck that practically forced you or taunted you into looking down the alley between this dry cleaners and club. It was yet another thing about today that felt unexplainable to you as you certainly weren’t expecting the birthday boy from the café today to be in a compromising position with some girl.

After a moment of more uncomfortable staring – something else that had happened at the café today with him – Jaebeom breaks your gaze and looks down at his feet. The eye roll and acrid look on the girl’s face don’t go unnoticed by you.

You shouldn’t be here.

“S-Sorry. I’ll just get going then,” you concluded, unsure why you felt an uncomfortable sickness spread throughout the entirety of your body.

You barely knew this guy – all you really knew was that today was his birthday and that he was friends with Minji’s boyfriend. Basically nothing. Yet now and even earlier back at the café you had felt this weird sensation within yourself. Not even when you looked at him, but just being in the same presence. It had been so hard to focus on making coffee today when he was seated across the room. Every part of your body just wanted to get closer, gravitate towards him. It was fucking weird… and scary.

The girl nodded as if to signal “yeah about time,” at the announcement of your departure. Jaebeom on the other hand, still had his eyes glued to the ground as if looking at you once again will cause him some kind of pain.

Just as you’re about to continue your trip back home, you stop yourself and look back at the couple in the alley.

“Happy birthday by the way…” you paused wondering if it would be weird to say his name considering he doesn’t even know yours, but you shove the thought out of your mind, “Jaebeom…”

Hearing you say his name causes that tingling feeling in his fingertips to come back and his entire mind is sent into a frenzy. He feels too awkward, too shy to look at you again, but a sudden thought washed over him. What if earlier was a mistake? What if you are his mate? With the way he was currently feeling just at you saying his name, the visions he had in the club and the nonstop place you know had in his mind, it was difficult to believe that you weren’t his mate.

Bambam and Jinyoung had found it difficult to explain to him what it felt like to find your mate, but surely what he felt right now wasn’t normal behavior or feelings. Unless he was a psychopath.

Tightly shutting his eyes and drawing together all his strength, Jaebeom aims to try once again to see if you can break the hypnotic trance, unaffected by his abilities. However, as soon as he’s finally ready, head turned up to face you – you’re gone. You didn’t wait for him to respond to the happy birthday message. Instead, you simply left not wanting to be a burden or troublesome to whatever it was those two were doing in that alley.

“Thank fucking god, let’s get back to it,” Ara concluded with a final roll of her eyes, gripping Jaebeom’s shoulders to get him close to her once again. He stares at her neck, but this time he doesn’t feel anything. He no longer feels thirsty and his appetite is gone.

Jaebeom shrugs her off slightly. The encounter with you has caused him to wake up and realize what a bad idea it would be to do this right now. He hopes that Ara won’t put up a fight – he doesn’t want to have to hypnotize her if he doesn’t need to.

At his actions, Ara takes a step away in disbelief, as if she actually can’t believe that Jaebeom is changing his mind and no longer wants her, “are you serious?”

He doesn’t say anything but instead avoids eye contact with her just as he had done for you.

Snorting, she glared at him, “Fine. Whatever. I don’t fucking care. I can find someone else to feed off of me. Yours never felt that good anyway. Asshole.”

Just like that, she’s out of his life once again and Jaebeom can’t help but feel thankful. He should have never been weak enough to be dragged out by here anyway. He had just been consumed by thoughts of you, alcohol, and the couple on the dancefloor. Then again, not coming out here would have robbed him of the opportunity of seeing you again and finding out that you actually knew his name.

That’s when it dawned on him.

Fuck… how much had you seen? What did you see?

Jaebeom realized that he might have some explaining to do

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FIC: The Club

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"Okay, okay, order guys," The calm, but perky, voice called out over the muffled din of so many voices bouncing off one another and talking over each other as if carried on an unrelenting river down the rapids. The blonde, shorter than most assembled around the large circular table but older or at the least wiser-seeming, stood from her seat as if to call order to them all. "Hey, thanks if we can settle down and get on with our purpose of being here… I'm sure we've all got things we'd much rather be doing-"

"My husband, for me," The willowy, inhumanly perfect looking brunette sassed out, one brow raised over her bright yellow eyes. "I don't know if you ladies get the same enjoyment, but I would quite like to get back home."

"Oh lah-dee-dah," The youngest blonde around the table snapped out, crystal blue eyes surrounded by dark circles snapped as she glared across at the other woman. "Just cause your world means a husband and no end-of-the-world apocalypses like some of us-"

"Sweetheart, please, no one's going to your world isn't bad if it's really like that." The blonde sitting next to Julie Grigio sighed softly, her fae-like features in her puckish lips shining through as she smiled gently at the younger girl. Her tooth-gaped smile hiding the exasperation at being surrounded by so many unable to keep their internal-voices as quiet as they were on the outside. Sookie Stackhouse placed a gentle hand on the girl next to her's hand before flinching back feeling the gap where a finger should have been. "Oh!"

"Yeah, fucking oh." Julie mocked, teeth gritted and an angry snarl to her lips as she jerked her hand back and slumped into her chair, the flash of anger dying out as quickly as it came to the depressive thoughts she really did have the worst life. "Let's just… get on with the point of this."

"Yes, exactly!" The first blonde spoke up again, clapping her hands together. Buffy Summers wasn't one to let the mood drop for long if she could help it. And being the eldest, she figured that keeping things on track was likely her task. "We're here cause, um-" She trailed off at that point, the actual purpose of this round table foggy for her.

It was the same for all those gathered there. They'd all been in their respective worlds one moment, and then things got cloudy and they were suddenly at this table. Some of them could recognise others - the various works that others came from familiar and fictional in their realities - while others had complete confusion.

Sookie Stackhouse had been cooking breakfast for her husband and children in her Grandma's house - calling out to her husband to fix the dang chicken coop - when she felt the fuzzy feeling she used to only get when moving to the fairy realm.

Bela Swann-Cullen had been about to go visit her friend Jacob, running through the woods without a care in the world as Edward took their daughter to see her dad, and then she took another powerful step and found herself seated at the table.

Buffy Summers was, of course, far too familiar with the effect of magic. She'd taken it in stride opening one door and finding herself at a strange table with an array of strange women.

Beside her was a dark haired, mousy looking lady who looked well loved and well and truly confused as she looked about at them all - eyes wide and frightened as she jerked her hands about to sign something. Not that anyone really had noticed her yet.

The youngest one was Julie Grigio, sat between Sookie and the dark-haired mute, and the extremely volatile emotions and reactions thus far were half out of annoyance at all the upbeat personalities and half out of fear of being in an unknown room she didn't know how to escape from. R had just said he'd finished making their breakfast and had been calling her down to get started on another hard day of travelling to reach out to those people that were not too far gone when she'd left the bedroom and found herself here.

Another dark haired girl at the table, sat beside her fellow vampire, was Elena Gilbert. Crazy had been her life for years, so she was taking the whole situation in stride and focused more upon the other vampire beside her who seemed less prepared for the unexpected than she was.

"Because - we're here as a joke," the lone blonde yet to speak said, her worn cowboy boots kicked up on the table at odds with the buttercup yellow sundress she wore but in keeping with the equally worn denim jacket she had on over the top. Jo Harvelle rolled her eyes as she looked around the assembled table with a sigh. "Y'all really haven't been made aware of your relevancy to that other world have you?"

"Huh?" Elena asked, tilting her head. "What other-"

"Oh god, this isn't one of those crossovers is it?" Buffy cut over the vampiric girl with a groan, slumping back down into her seat and rubbing at her temples. "Okay, if that's the case, we better work out what our crossover is for and complete the task so we can all get on home before this turns into a-" She shuddered, "- musical."

"Hey, I liked the musical episode," Bela chimed in, recognising the 90's heroine from her own world.

"Me too," Elena added with a smile, before exchanging a grin with the vampire beside her. "Bela, right?"

"Yeah, and you're...Elena?"

"Yup!"

"Okay cool, we at least recognise each other and Buffy over there."

"I recognise her too," Sookie chimed in, followed quickly by Julie nodding her head and pointing at the Slayer.

"Me too."

"Okay, what, am I famous in all your world's for something?" Buffy frowned, sitting up a little straighter and looking about the table at the nods from all but the silent, dark-haired woman. "Who are you?"

The mute paused for a second, doe-eyed and obviously frightened for a moment before she started signing away. The communal looks of confusion started until Sookie chimed up, "Oh! Her name is… Eliza? And she's from… Baltimore? In 1962?!"

"Yippee, time travel," Elena said, rolling her eyes to herself before starting at the confused looks she was getting. "Sorry. Dopplegangers and a lot of confusing time stuff."

"I had the same with the fairy realm so that's understandable," Sookie replied sympathetically, before going back to translating Eliza's thoughts and signing through that for them all. "She does not recognise any of us, and just… wants to go back to the water?"

There was a pause before the blonde hunter leaped to her feet, clapping her hands. "Oh fuckin' hell! It's the amphibian-girl!"

"What?"

"Who?"

"Do you recognise her?"

Jo clapped her hands again before looking around the table for a moment and then letting out a loud laugh. "Oh my fuckin' God - it's the monster fuckin' club!"

There was another, longer and clearly more drawn out pause of silence, before the rest clamoured all at once to question what on earth she was on about.

"No, no, I know what this is. This is totally Monster Fucking Club," Jo said with a definitive nod before pointing a hand straight across the table at Buffy. "I'm pretty sure I know how everyone here is, and I can prove that's what this is about. You're Buffy Summers-"

"Yes…?"

"And you've fucked at least two vampires, and definitely loved two of them, let alone any other non-humans - I'm sorry, it got so convoluted after Angel left for his own show."

Buffy turned bright red as she faced down the words before blinking in surprise at the other blonde's claim. "Umm…"

"That's true-"

"Yeah. You totally did."

"I mean it is definitely fair."

All three of the other vampire-partnered women spoke up, nodding their heads supportively before blinking in surprise at one another.

"Ah yes, I'm guessin' only the Southern Belle doesn't recognise you other two, hmm?" Jo chimed in as the two brunette vampires and the blonde half-fae looked curiously at one another. "So the pale one with the yellow eyes is Bela Swann, though given you've got the whole...unearthly glow going on I'm guessin' you're married?"

"Yes," Bela replied nodding. "And yes, I confirm that I do indeed sleep with my vampire husband."

"I'm Elena Gilbert," the other dark haired vampire said, smiling gently around the table but only unable to meet the eye of the very sour blonde across from her. Elena shrugged a shoulder. "I've...also slept with a few vampires."

"I've only one-" Bela cut in, frowning. "So your theory of it being-"

"Bela, it doesn't matter the numbers. You fuck someone inhuman - you're a monster-fucker." Jo shook her head towards the younger woman's attempt to exclude herself from the group before turning to look at the other blonde closest to her age. "Sookie Stackhouse - half-fairy, vampire-magnet and lover, right?"

"I mean, I prefer the idea of bein' seen as an empath instead of fae-"

"Fair. Fairies are bitches."

"Hey!"

There was a momentary squabble before Buffy banged her hand on the table shutting up her fellow blondes, eyes fixed on the one that had been holding court for a few moments there. "Alright then, you've been able to say a few of us - but what did you mean by amphibian-girl about Eliza here? And who are you and our other friend-"

"My name is Julie," the youngest blonde growled out, glaring towards the other women as she crossed her arms.

"Yes, what about Julie and yourself?"

"Okay, okay, first things first," Jo said with a sigh, holding up a hand with one finger up, "Eliza over there is in love with an amphibious man kinda like the creature from the Black Lagoon...except that he fucks. And well, I suspect, aye Lizzie?" She waggled an eyebrow looking over at the dark haired woman with a smirk.

Eliza blushed deeply for a moment, her hands flapping about as if trying to decide what to say before holding her hands tightly in her lap and nodding her head rapidly.

Jo smirked, giving a supportive nod, before holding up another finger. "Secondly, I'm Jo Harvelle. Hunter extraordinaire and I'm definitely a member of this club given. And thirdly-"

"How are you a member though?" Bela chimed in, eyes sharply focused on her as Jo glanced back across. "So far you've said vampires for all of use except for Eliza. So...you sleep with vampires too?"

"Fuckin' god no, ugh!" Jo shook her head with a disgusted look before shrugging her shoulder. "My darlin' hunny is a shadow monster. Kinda like a vampire but energy and no blood, and also fuckin' sexier than bein' a fang-banger."

"Hey!" Sookie scowled, arms crossed under her white Merlotte's shirt she was wearing having been meaning to go straight to work after feeding her family. "That's a filthy name to be callin' us-"

"Oh is that mean in your world?" Elena asked, head tilted curiously until Sookie nodded back at her.

"Anyways," Jo said, rolling her eyes and pointing at herself with her two fingers. "Point is, certified monster fucker here too. And then," she holds up a third finger before pointing her hand towards the remaining blonde. "She's Julie Grigio, right?"

"Yeah…" Julie grumbled the word out, looking warily at the other before noticing the amount of scars littering the older blonde's body how none of the other women had that pointed her out for a kindred spirit. "So? You gonna share my backstory now, huh?"

"Well, if you're not." Jo shrugged before sighing gently noticing the missing finger. "She's from an apocalyptic zombie-infested world. Her lover is a sentient zombie who's definitely working towards saving the world, or may have by now."

"Thanks-"

"You two are so cute and deserve better than that."

"Yeah, well, we don't all get to live happy lives with husbands and happiness and whatever else where bad things don't happen."

“True, but myself and Buffy over there have had our fair share of Shit Happens, so you’ve got some company here, Jules,” The hunter said with a comforting smile, ignoring the squawked objections from the two vampires and the half-fae that their worlds were equally so bad. It was fair to object, but crazed virus infected vampires that weren’t exactly dangerous any more wasn’t the same as world-wide zombie plague nor the actual biblical apocalypse like the hunter or Slayer had experienced. Let alone the potential, far less world-threatening issues the other two had experienced. “Anyways, I know you say that - but you and your super cute ex-zombie boyfriend aren’t living that bad a life now that you’re curin’ the world as it is.”

Julie had the decency to blush, even though she moved her hands both to the table and rubbed over the missing space on the one hand as message enough that her point still stood.

“Okay, well, I guess we’ve established that the connection between us all is,” Buffy quickly cut in, clapping her hands and standing up again as she looked around at the group of women. “But that doesn’t help us work out exactly what the purpose of us being together is for. What problem it is we’ve been brought to tackle.”

“Eliza was wondering if it was about humanity and.. Monsters?” Sookie chimed up after a beat of silence, eyes fixed on the dark-haired woman who was moving her hands rapidly before touching her neck. “Oh! Because so many of us are not… no longer humans? I mean, I was born what I was, and I’d always thought I was human, and- oh, same for Eliza over there.”

There was a pause as the dark-haired woman seemed to think carefully before she began miming something else, and all eyes were on her even as the blonde empath spoke for her instead. “She was never sure what was wrong with her, or if she’d always been meant to be in the water like her man is, but she never felt that humanity and being human was what her life should or would have been.” There was another pause as she gestured to the marks to the side of her neck and then around the air. “She could live outside the water, of course, but it’s a silent world up here for her.”

“I am what I am because of an ancient mystical curse or blessing, depending how you look at it.” Buffy added, shrugging a shoulder as she seemed to consider that as an option. “I mean, you could say because of my metahuman skills from being a Slayer that I may not be so considered a human any more-”

“I’m a flat out vampire now, not that I really… That is to say, I didn’t really want to be.” Elena spoke up quietly, looking at the table top rather than meeting anyone’s eye. “It was a mistake really. And especially for Damon to have been the one to sire me-”

“Ugh, why did you go for the dickhead brother? Worst. Decision. Ever.” “What the hell do you know about that, hunter-girl?” “Easy - always go for the nice one, far less dangerous a life choice.”

“Anyway,” Elena glared across at the older hunter at that point, looking up from the table and more confident as she spoke in that moment then. “If I had had the choice, I’m not sure I would have decided to become a vampire so… Does that not wanting to change from human factor in for anyone else?”

“Why would you not want to be a vampire?!” Bela’s eyes were wide and disbelieving as she looked at the girl next to her in confusion. “I mean, I had to get married to make my husband agree to turn me. And even then, he tried to talk me out of it for years. Why wouldn’t you want to have forever with your love?”

Sookie coughed softly and seemed to wipe at her eyes for a moment before speaking up softly. “Because, sometimes there are costs for being what you are that you can never make up for. I… I considered becoming a fairy-vampire with Warlow before I realised how evil and crazed he was. And then Bill was all messed up by Lilith, and Eric was dying from the virus and-” The blonde sucked in a quick, harsh series of breaths before shaking her head and the perpetually sunshine-like smile came back across her face. “Sometimes not becoming something you think you should works out. I’d have never had my loving human husband and kids if I had turned myself.”

“And I’d have died giving birth to my daughter if I hadn’t been turned,” Bela shot back, raising a brow with an arch look to her face. “We all have different experiences, you know.”

“Well, unlike the fucking rest of you-” Julie cut in with a sneer, crossing her arms under her chest as she looked around the table.”-Aint nobody want to be inhuman in my world. Though that doesn’t stop a whole damn lot of people from trying to be. The apathy for other beings is disgusting, and the treatment of not just the bonies and the fleshies, but other humans. Everything is corrupted, the world is dead and I mean the soul of the world is dead. Human or not - everything is missing that piece these days.”

There was another silence around the table at that declaration, each other woman catching one another’s eye before dropping it again at the feelings such a declaration brought up. A world, devoid of goodness that was still fighting for love, felt like such a far step away from the dramas of vampires and werewolves squabbling for land or acceptance in mainstream society.

Only Jo seemed to nod in agreement and understanding, speaking quietly, “Some of y’all ain’t seen how a real apocalypse works. The spread of pestilence and war ravaging the lands, death everywhere. Experiencing death first hand for real, the gritty horrible pain of bleedin’ out and knowin’ you aint got a damn thing to give for the world but what little you have left of yourself-” She looked straight across at the nodding younger blonde, and stared down each of the two vampires as they looked set to disagree about not having experienced a real death, before she found herself staring down the Slayer looking back at her. “I mean, I know Buffy over there has given the big sacrifices before, but even then your world wasn’t quite so...decimated as some others. Julie’s got zombies running wild, Sook had quite a 28 Days Later type situation goin’ on, and I fought one of the legit horsemen of the Apocalypse. So, it’s a bit grander than the family dramas and scheming military folks these other three had on their hands.”

“And nobody wants to be a zombie.” Julie added snappily to the end of the other’s speech, raising a brow. “Not even R wants to be one.”

“Sounds like my hunny, he wishes he could be a human too.”

Elena was the next one to speak up, her voice soft and uncertain but also clear and more like she was sharing a thought she was still formulating. “Maybe… maybe that is the point? That we’re all, um, well, what Jo called us-”

“Monster fuckers.”

“Yes, that,” Elena continued, a faint blush on her cheeks as she looked about the table. “We might all be that, but I know that, well, at least Stefan-”

“The best of your lover boys.” “Fair call, truth.” “Thanks, Bela.”

“Jo and Bela, can we let Elena finish talking for once?” Buffy cut in sharply with a reprimanding look at the two women that were sat beside one another, before looking around the rest of the table as if to confirm they all agreed to let the young vampire finish her thought process. “Okay, back to you Elena.”

“Um, thank you. But what I was saying,” Her voice got louder then and more bold, clearly not sure she would get to actually finish what she was saying without interruption if she didn’t speak up more. “-is that it seems like while we might all be monster-fuckers, none of the monsters that we love want to be one. I know Stefan regrets losing his human life, and sometimes Damon does too.”

“Edward literally tried to kill himself so I wouldn’t be tempted to become like him,” Bela added herself, looking thoughtful. “He believes he has no soul and he regrets being turned and not left to die as a human with his human mother. He regrets what I have become, given he’s such a silly religious type.”

“Bill was like that too,” Sookie spoke up next, nodding her head in agreement to Bela’s words. “He hated what he was made into, and if he could’ve been human he would be. I… I sometimes think even Eric would too,” At that she seemed to start fiddling with her wedding ring and unable to meet any watching eyes around the table. “So, so many of the vampires, and even the other half-faes I met wish we weren’t how we are - missing the humanity and the...carefree way being a human is.”

“Like I said - ain’t nobody want to be a fucking zombie.” Julie growled the words out, lifting a hand to rub at her neck with a sigh. “R has fought every piece of him to become a human again and return to the living. He’s fighting for everyone to have that back, in a way that nobody else could have if they didn’t have his conviction.”

Beside the feisty youngest blonde, Eliza bobbed her head one way then another - seemingly tossing up the idea to herself of her wondrous partner wanting to be any other way than the way he was and the way she was; but ended up shrugging a shoulder uncertainly. Perhaps he would if the idea of humanity and how humans lived could be expressed for him, but also being a river god to the humans of his past might be hard to view. But his love for her - the way she intrigued him and fascinated her as much as he did her spoke volumes as well. Maybe he would choose a human life if he’d ever had the option of one.

Buffy herself frowned for a moment before letting out a sharp, bark of a laugh. “Oh this really could be it. Cause if someone like Spike can miss the idea of humanity sometimes, it really must be true for all supernatural beings.” She let out another laugh, rubbing at her elbows for a moment. “Besides, I know Angel wishes he was-” She scowled at the communal sigh that five of the six other women gave at her mentioning the vampire-with-a-soul, eyes flashing dangerously with something she knew she’d have to always keep buried back in her world. “-so this could be it.”

“So we all sleep with monsters, and most of them wish to be human?” Bela said cautiously, looking about the table to see a group of correspondingly agreeing nods. “So...is that why we’re here? To discuss the ethicacy of it?”

"Maybe we're here to talk about how they fuck?" Julie snarked back at the suggestion, a lip curled up, before letting out a laugh as she managed to get a honking, squeak of a laugh from the mute woman beside her. "See? Eliza agrees with me."

"I mean, it'd be a fun topic!" Bela agreed with a laugh, her own mouth twisting into a pretty smile - pretty because that was the point of vampires in her world. "I know I've broken a few beds-"

"That's cute. Destroy a house." Buffy chimed in, sitting back in her own chair before turning slightly pink as all eyes focused on her. "I was just..saying."

"You're saying the Spike fucks, we know, your life is a TV show in our worlds." Elena replied, smiling sweetly at the blushing Slayer, before adding for herself. "I mean, it could be that, but given most of us are only vampires-"

"And a fairy-vampire. And a werewolf. And a shape shifter." Sookie added, before going bright red herself at the gaping looks she received from them all. "What?"

"Oh my god - Sookie is the queen of the monster-fuckers!" Julie cried out, pointing at her fellow blonde with a wicked grin. "We must be here to work out who the biggest one is - and it is totally Sookie! Unless any of you beat, what, four different monster types?"

"I'm only at two," Jo supplied, before the rest shrugged and confirmed they were all single-type girls themselves. "I guess Sookie is the biggest monster-fucker here!"

"Oh no!"

There was a shake to the room, though only one of them seemed to notice as the group began bickering back and forth as to if that was the purpose of their being gathered. Dark brown eyes darted around watching the way the edges of the room they were in, which had once been white began to tint a darker and darker color. Like the light in the room was dimming without anyone having done anything. No one else seemed to be reacting, as the women from all the various media she consumed and connected to in their passions continued to argue. Their voices were blurring together as much as the edges of the room were blurring into dark shadows, and looking about, Jo gave a laugh to herself as she finally worked out what they were there for.

“Oh, this is such a stupid dream.” She growled the words out, eyes fixated on the encroaching shadows as the rest of the women continued to talk without any input from her.

Of course it was a dream. It was her damn subconscious mind thinking on her love’s guilt and her own desires - drawing on them to form some stupid summoning of those she’s read or watched in similar yet equally doomed eventually cases. Sookie with her blurry husband that didn’t matter, Julie with her love trying so hard to better himself, Eliza with her running off to live in the monster’s world and abandoning her human life in the pattern, Bela getting the picket fence with every possible good outcome coming her Mary-Sue way, Elena who would end up in a coffin for decades for love, and of course Buffy who was never meant to live past a year defying the odds but giving up love along the way. Of course this is what her brain would come up with.

And letting out a final laugh, Jo finally closed her eyes and waited out the quiet, friendly voices of the women her mind had planted before her to turn into the vicious hisses she knew before gaining full control of herself each morning - happy to forget the sharp points of the dream to the fog of sleep and the mind-bleaching confusion of her paralysis rather than think on it much further.

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#au stories #crack fic #jopov

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