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Chapter 1
Silence. It was the only thing that echoed off the walls - well apart from Onew's ear-drumming snore, that is. Taemin's feet padded softly down the hallway as he manoeuvred to the door with ninja stealth. Though his eyes were not closed, his body was operating in a trance-like manner.
Taemin slipped into a pair of leather boots and automatically pulled on a jacket from the rack. Quite appropriate since his thin pajama's would not have done him any good in the chilly summers night. His legs walked down the dark street on their own accord. The only thing he was aware of was a vicious hunger that coursed through his veins. It was painful. No - it was worse than painful. It was agonizing. He had to nurse the pain. He needed to.
His feet stopped in their tracks and Taemin inhaled. His nose stung a little from the scent, but it was strong and....mouthwatering. Pace quickening, he rounded the corner and halted. There it was.
On a desterted street, a plump woman with cold-bitten, pink cheeks stood at a shop fumbling with a pair of keys. Her silvery-grey hair was resting on her shoulders in a tangled mess and her body was squeezed into a suit that must have been seven sizes too small. But it wasn't her appearance that made her the prey. Oh no, it was the overpowering scent of her blood that lured him in.
Taemin snarled in delight and pounced at her. Nearly.
A heavy kick to the ribs threw him up against the glass window and the woman screamed. A mili-second later, her body stood paralyzed in it's last position; mouth in an 'o' shape and face horror struck. Taemin drew his attention away from her and thrashed at the invisible bonds that seemed to have immobilized him. Thankfully the glass had not shattered from the impact but there was a large crack to mark his contact.
"Try not to move." said a girl.
Faltering for a second, he focused his gaze on a girl who was standing not far from the woman. She was draped in a heavy, hooded cloak but her beautiful face was clearly visible in the moonlight. The girls skin was a luminous white, unusually pale but gorgeous in every way. Her blood-red, rose petal lips and high cheek bones were just the highlight of her pretty features.
In other circumstances, Taemin would have replied but his preoccupied brain was not much of help. She smiled kindly though, and didn't seem to mind that Taemin was licking his lips at the motionless woman beside her.
"It's ok. I have something to help." She dug into the folds of a cloak and retrieved a round glass vial that was filled with red liquid.
A snarl ripped from Taemins throat and he tried to grab it. Sadly the bonds were no merciful than before. It was horrible to be rooted to the spot, and be so close to the one thing that could satisfy his pulsating thirst.
"I'm sorry I kicked you like that. You were a bit carried away, I had no choice." She explained, studying him. "It really is you, isn't it? The boy from the Han river." She murmured.
Noticing that he wasn't paying much attention to her, the girl uncapped the vial and held it straight at his lips. Taemin groaned hungrily as the liquid touched his tongue. The liquid was hot and delicious as it slid down his throat, the thirst and pain melting away. Feeling revitalized his senses came back one by one.
Taemin blinked. "W-what am I doing here?" He stared at the girl and tried to make some kind of understanding of the situation. Worst possible scenario - kidnapped by a fan. Most unsurprising scenario - still kidnapped by a fan. It looked like there wasn't too many options on who the girl was.
