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Turned [Drabble: Teaser]
Title: Turned
Pairing: Yunho, Jaejoong
Rating: PG
Length: Chaptered (Drabble intro)
Genre: Supernatural, vampire!AU, fluff, humour
Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from the story.

AN: Ok, so this was actually a prompt I submitted but for some reason Yunho!muse decided to rear his head and has almost driven me to the point of drink in the last few hours with all his shenanigans. kas2umi suggested I write a drabble teaser so…here it is lol.

Summary: Yunho is one of the Turned, a newly made vampire, completely lost in the ways of the undead for his Maker was cruelly taken from him by the sun the very next morning before he could impart the wisdom of ages (the most important being AVOID THE DAMN SUN). Jaejoong happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and is ordered to take the newborn under his wing, much to his dismay for he has never been careless enough to turn anyone, and now he’s saddled with a responsibility that…well…is for eternity unless one of them decides to say hello to the sun.

“Is this a joke?” The beautiful vampire is expressionless, staring at the blood-red eyes of the being far older than he is, and he is rather old.

The oldest in that country as a matter of fact, and the only one without any Turned, the name given to humans who were inadvertently sucked dry by a marauding vampire. The responsibility is extreme, for the Turned are forever attached to their Makers, until the Ultimate Death of course.

It is a world where vampires mingle freely with humans, needing no more than the average bellyful to sustain them for an average of three to five days, depending on how old one was which made it easy for them to assimilate into society.

Jaejoong can easily last five days, though it is purely due to him ignoring his hunger pangs and refusing to give in to them, compared to the being before him who likely could go for a week without even the slightest twinge of discomfort.

“It’s about time you take on some responsibility for your kin and our line, don’t you think?” the man’s lips quirk in suppressed amusement at the young vampire. Young by his standards where his age means nothing any longer. As long as one still counted the years, one is still young. “How old are you?”

“Two hundred and sixty-one,” comes the tight-lipped reply, eyes sparking but not showing any obvious signs of disobeying…yet.



“My, my…over two centuries alone—“

“I like being alone.” The older being is interrupted. The reply is clipped and his dark doe eyes widen in minute alarm, realising he had been rude to an Elder.

Narrowing his crimson gaze and pinning the slowly panicking vampire, the Elder lets the younger creature feel the weight of his power. “You will take this newborn.”

“I will.”

“You will make sure he survives at least five-score years.”

“I will,” the young(ish) vampire balks internally, the domination almost complete but he still has his inner sense. That is far longer than most Makers are expected to keep an eye on their Turned. One score is more than enough. He doesn’t know what the old geezer is up to but he knows he cannot disobey for it would mean punishment and he sure as hell is not at all inclined to travel to Northern Europe where the Council sit in order to be judged for something that isn’t even his damn fault in the first place. Stupid useless fool of a vampire who got himself snatched by the sun.

So much for being careful.

“You do realise I can hear your thoughts, right?”

The vampire zips up, both physically and mentally.

“Go to him now, and remember what you were like as a newborn. Be kind, Jaejoong.” The being chuckles, dropping his hold over the frustrated vampire, before dissolving into mist, his laughter echoing behind him.


Jaejoong isn’t sure if his eyes are playing tricks on him.

Or perhaps his mind has finally snapped over the order and he’s now deranged.

He has never seen anything so insulting or preposterous in all his years as an undead.

“What. Are. You. Wearing?”

The newborn rubs the back of his neck, expression sheepish before he shrugs. “It was the only thing vaguely vampire-like that I had.”

“Vampire-like?” Jaejoong echoes in disbelief. “What in hell’s name is vampire-like?

“Uh…” the baby Turned tugs at the upturned collar of his flowing cape. “This?”

Jaejoong’s expression becomes even more unwelcoming if that is even possible. He had been given directions to the home of the newborn Turned and upon arrival, found the young man admiring himself in a mirror, his reflection still present till his first taste of blood. After that it will be a constant mental exercise to maintain a reflection. Another one of those things a Maker was supposed to teach their Turned.

“There is no such thing,” he finally manages to bite out, his tone absolutely frosty as he stares at the bewildered newborn. “Vampires wear clothes. Normal clothes. We need to be able to mingle with the general population. We don’t dress like we’re going to a tacky Halloween party in the dead of winter.”

Jaejoong didn’t just kick a puppy. He kicked every baby creature there ever was in existence. The absolutely crestfallen expression on the day-old vampire would have wrenched anyone’s heart.

Anyone except Jaejoong who merely stares at the creature as if he’s that terrible stray drop of blood on his otherwise pristine white shirt.

Now, he really should have thought it through before being such an intimidating introduction for the young’un because the next thing he knows, the newborn has vanished.

And in the folds of the silky satiny “vampire-like” cape, comes the terrified squeaking sound of a little baby bat who had transformed out of self-preservation because little things can get away much easier than big things.

Well, little things who actually knew how to fly or what to do with themselves that is.

Letting out a great big sigh, Jaejoong steps forward and kneels by the pile of clothes, digging through it for the wee bat squeaking his poor little petrified heart out.

Cupping the tiny thing, his heart softens a sliver at the large shimmering eyes staring at him with a mixture of distrust and apprehension.

“Calm down,” he orders, narrowing his eyes, only to belatedly remember that he cannot mesmerise a transformed undead. Another reason why this form is ideal for escape.

Letting out another hefty sigh that near blows the day-old baby bat out of his hands, causing the squeaking to increase in pitch as tiny claws grasp his finger for dear life, Jaejoong drops onto the floor properly and crosses his legs.

Gazing down at his new responsibility, the most hopeless thing he has ever seen in his life, he decides on the simplest solution.

Letting down his fangs, he brings his wrist to his mouth and bites down, breaking the skin as if it was paper and offers it to the quietening bat.

Tiny wings flutter as the bat scrambles to try and get away from the proffered sustenance, the bead of crimson against milky-white skin growing larger by the second.

“Mr. Bat,” Jaejoong’s voice is stern, unable to call him anything else since he doesn’t even know his name yet. “You are a vampire whether you want to be one or not. Vampires drink blood. There’s no such thing as True Blood and there is definitely no such thing as vegetarian vampires. If you don’t drink vampire or human blood, you will wilt. You won’t die. You will just become really tired and lethargic and go into hibernation mode and then you will sleep and be completely defenceless. Your senses will shut down, and you will be at the mercy of anything or anyone. It is a very painful state because the hunger will gnaw at you but you will be too weak to do anything about it. You won’t even be able to drop your fangs. Do you want to be known as the Toothless Vampire?”

The indignant squeaks almost make the older vampire smile.


Jaejoong offers his wrist again and is amused to see the suspicion very clearly in the eyes of the newborn before he visibly takes a huge sniff and…for want of a better word, swoons.

Staring nonplussed at the now silent and apparently poleaxed bat lying in his palm, Jaejoong briefly considers drowning the damn thing in his blood.

AN: Ok it’s about 1,400 words so I guess it can be considered a drabble… I can’t remember the exact words of my prompt but I think it was along the lines of “fluffy vampire!AU”. Hope I passed lmao OTL This will be short. SHORT. Damn it. SHORT.

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Sniffing and swoon...kyaaa...I can't believe I actually swooning at imagining it too...

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