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"Let's get you cleaned up."
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Zen was doing a midnight jog down a quiet and empty road. The breeze made him shiver, but he continued; the streetlights casting shadows onto the asphalt. He didn't get a chance to run this morning due to his director wanting him at the studio at 3 this morning to do a 'vampire' themed photo shoot. He shook his head at the thought of vampires being real and turned a corner into an alley way.
The air seemed denser, and as if people were watching him. He was regretting that he went into an alleyway and turned around to run out of the narrow space.
Instead of the alley continuing down, a wall was suddenly blocking it off. Zen looked around confused. All of the walls seemed like they were closing in.
"Hello," a voice came from above him. A man with bright orange hair was hovering over Zen. The walls were now moving back to where they originally were. Another man with silver hair phased through the walls, being accompanied by the orange haired person from before.
"You are probably confused," said the orange head. The silver haired man slapped the other.
"Of course he's fucking confused," the other one replied. "I am Saeran."
" Aaaannnnddd I'm Saeyoung! We have come to find a new slave for our master!" Zen was baffled at his enthusiasm.
"Why me?" Zen questioned, backing up against the wall. The two glanced at each other and grinned; their fangs now visible in the moonlight. Zen shuttered as they got closer to him. Saeran disappeared, but his twin stayed and pinned Zen down.
Within a moment, Saeran returned with a light blue substance in a syringe. Saeyoung held out Zen's arm. He tried to fight back, but it was no use to a man with superhuman strength. Searan jabbed the syringe into the albino's forearm. Sharp pains quickly ran through the actors body. His breathing was unsteady, and as his vision started to blur, a man with jet black hair loomed over him.
Everything soon went black.
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Zen awoke to the sound of rain, his head still pulsating with a slight pain. He rose to look at his surroundings: he was laying on a king sized bed that was covered in silk sheets, a chandelier hung above the bed with a few candles lit to illuminate the room. Two purple chairs sat before a fireplace that was also lit; curtains were drawn back to show the rain that he heard.
Standing in front of one of them was a man gazing out into nothingness. He was dressed fairly nice with some kind of luxury suit and a dark purple, velvet like cape draped over his left shoulder.
A flash of lightning struck directly where the man was staring, startling Zen. He turned around and stared directly at him; a shiver ran down the albino's spine. His piercing, grey eyes continued to stare at him as he made his way to the bed. Zen instinctively shuffled back.
The black haired man reached towards Zen with his long, slender fingers. The actor winced at the ice cold feeling as they lifted his head to look back at the man. Zen felt entranced when he gazed into his eyes.
"Hello Hyun," he said. His voice was clear and smooth. "I'm Jumin Han, the owner of this mansion," Jumin smiled, baring his pure white fangs. Zen stared in disbelief, losing what was left of the pigmentation in his cheeks.
"W-wait," the albino stuttered, "You're a va-vampire?"
"You sounds like a teenage girl in a corny movie," the black haired male responded. He shifted his gaze to Zen's current outfit: a black tank top, grey sweat pants, and his haired pulled back into a tight ponytail. He reached for the actors hair; Zen flinched as the older male pulled out the hair tie. His white hair fell onto his shoulders as Jumin ran his fingers through his soft hair. Zen shuttered at the feeling of his hair being touched.
"P-please st-" he was immediately pinned to the backboard. His breathing hitched as Jumin went for his neck, licking his collarbone.
"Don't command me," Jumin snapped, puncturing his fangs into Zen's neck. He quivered as the crimson liquid flowed down his chest.
A loud bang came from the doorway and a brown haired girl rushed in. Jumin peered at her with an annoyed look, still holding Zen firmly.
"Sir, your father is here," she said in-between breaths. Jumin's expression didn't change. He got off the frightened man and turned his head towards the girl.
"Make sure he's cleaned up and presentable. Have him come down after," Jumin commanded, strutting out of the room.
Zen watched, puzzled, as the girl frantically rushed over to him. His hand was in his neck trying to calm himself after what happened. She pulled out some type of bottle from the side drawer. The liquid inside was a pale purple color.
"I'm sorry, he likes to frighten new people. I'm Jaehee Kang, a servant of Mr. Han." Jaehee, who's expression was now softer, applied the liquid onto Zen's neck; a rapid pain going through his body once again. He winced and held his neck tightly. Once he drew his hand away, the scarlet disappeared completely. Jaehee place a white suit and black pants accompanied by a gold pin in front of him.
"Thank you, I'm Zen," he said, taking the clothes as Jaehee made her leave out of the room.
He came out a few minutes later; his hair falling around his shoulders hiding the bite marks that were above his collar bone. The suit seemed to fit him perfectly, like it was specially made for him.
He pushed the wooden doors open to a vast hallway and began walking down it. Paintings lined the walls, the faces on them seemed to stare at him.
'This entire place is creepy,' Zen thought. He felt as if he was being followed by someone. He turned to look behind him, but his eyes were covered by a pair of cold hands.
"Brother, let go. He is obviously frightened," a voice mumbled to the right of Zen. Light soon flooded his vision as he could now see Saeran and Saeyoung standing side by side. Zen gave them a blank stare.
"Are you looking for the study? I heard that Jumin wants to see you now," the tomato said, smiling. The albino nodded and Saeran pointed behind Zen. An enormous door that had strange markings burned into it stood before him.
"Have fun," said Saeran, beginning to tread down the hall with his twin behind him. Zen broke into a sweat, pulling open the door.
Inside was huge: the same purple theme spread throughout the room with a mantel on the furthest wall opposite of Zen. Jumin and a man with broad shoulders and grey hair were standing in the center of the room, staring at him.
"So this is your new blood bank?" The man stated, walking heavily to the albino. Zen stood frozen in his spot, letting the older man examine him. "You really need to get a woman with big t-" he was cut off.
"I don't need a bitch whining to me every second," Jumin said, marching towards the two and pulling Zen behind him. "Don't go and touch something that does not belong to you, Father." The older man gave Jumin a harsh glare.
"Fine. I've finished my duties here, I will take my leave so you can enjoy your," he paused. " Your playtoy," he finally said, turning towards the door and paraded out leaving the two alone.
Jumin let out a frustrated sigh and walked to a throne like chair in front of the fireplace. All that could be seen was the Vampire's hand reach out and motion for him to come. Zen continued with caution, his legs were numb and shaky.
As the albino stood in front of Jumin, his grey eyes pierced through his soul. The Vampire swiftly grasped the albino's arm, pulling him into his lap. Zen faced the mantle—littered with letters and numerous animal skulls—terrified of what was to come next. He felt the coolness of his fingers brush against his neck, pushing away loose strands of hair.
"What happened to my mark?" Jumin asked, rubbing the place he had bitten before. Zen flinched feeling the pressure on his neck. "Shall I create a new one?" he grinned. "Or more?" Jumin began unbuttoning the actors jacket, his other hand collecting the white hair into a ball. He ran his tongue up the others neck; Zen began to feel an uneasy feeling in his stomach.
"Please... It hurts," groaned Zen, his chest arching forwards. He could feel the gaze of the Vampire on him.
The jacket now hung loosely on the actors body; beads of sweat rolled down his face from the warmth of the fireplace. Jumin was now touching the slaves body all over: legs, chest, arms, bulge. Zen pulled at the mans hand to let go, but that only made Jumin grip tighter. The albino winced in pain as he clawed the chairs arms.
"Humans are like cats in heat, huh?" Jumin purred, unbuttoning the actors pants. His hands traveling down to his area groping and rubbing it all over. The albino tensed at the feeling of cold air on his dick. Jumin began stroking the shaft, playing with the tip here and there. He carefully undid the white dress shirt, running his cold hand across the mans abs.
"Stop," Zen pleaded, "I'm going to cum!" The Vampire used that as an invitation and dragged his fangs across the actors tender, pale skin. His fangs punctured deeper than before and left Zen a moaning mess.
As he continued to suck on the human's neck and collarbone, Zen came into Jumin's hand; his body became limp and draped ittself over the Vampire.
Jumin yanked on the clump of hair he had in his hand only to receive a small yelp from him. His eyes fluttered open to see a hand covered in his own cum and blood.
"Lick it," the black haired man commanded. The albino's heart began to race as he ran his tongue over the others hand. Swallowing all that he collected, the Vampire wiped the rest on his chest.
"Let's get you cleaned up." Jumin walked out of the study with the albino curled up in his arms and his clothes scattered around the fireplace.