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Wooyoung stood in a darkened room, a single Victorian mirror occupying the centre of the room for him to view himself with. There was almost an eery spotlight highlighting the space he stood in, shadowing the corners of the empty area.

The silence was deafening, leaving only the ragged breaths escaping the boy to filter through the air. His heart was racing, and he wasn't even sure why. In fact, Wooyoung had absolutely no idea where he was.

"S-San?" He called hesitantly, lacing his fingers together shyly and shifting towards the mirror in order to see what it was. His reflection seemed a little warped, he would admit. He seemed different, though he couldn't put his finger on what was causing this feeling.

His hand, without his consent, reached out and tapped the glass, the whole panel shimmering for a moment. He gasped, taking a step back to furrow his brow and seriously reconsider what was going on.

"Okay, this isn't right...." he muttered, spotting his trembling form in the reflective glass and immediately turning around so not to get distracted. Behind him, which definitely wasn't there before, was a chair with a boy seated in it.

His back was turned to Wooyoung, though the shorter teen knew exactly who it was. "Seonghwa?!" He chimed, a huge smile stretching across his face as he scrambled over to the hunched figure.

He pulled at his shoulder, spinning him around quickly and gulping. His stomach dropped a foot when he studied the boy he knew as his friend. The black hair, the paler and clear skin.....even his natural beauty had somehow been enhanced.

Vampire.

That was the only word that came to Wooyoung's mind. He tilted the unconscious male's chin up and felt his own breath hitch as a strange sort of realisation hit him.

This wasn't really Seonghwa. Somehow, it couldn't have been.

"Daunting, isn't it," a familiar and sultry voice echoed, so close the purplette's ear, yet so far away at the same time. His whole body shivered, causing him to take small steps backwards and gather his bearings.

Strange conclusions looped around his busy mind until his back hit someone else's chest. He never took his eyes off Seonghwa, gazing at him longingly while two arms, enveloped in warm sweater sleeves, wrapped around his frame.

The voice came back, though this time Wooyoung could feel the lips close to his ear, and could identify it better now.

"He's not the same, is he?" San hummed, rubbing soothing caresses against the younger's stomach and sides. "He's a monster."

"No....." Wooyoung uttered weakly, "Seonghwa isn't a monster. It isn't his fault-"

"Fault? Was someone really at fault?"

"Of course! Yeosang should've tried something else! He could've given him more b-blood, or something-"

"Blame, blame, blame," San gushed, letting him go and pushing him forward roughly. Wooyoung stumbled, spinning around to look at him, though being met with nothing.

The teen inhaled vast amounts of air, hyperventilating as he tried to grasp the situation. "It's true....."

"Oh, but it isn't. Would it have angered you to know, that perhaps I would've done the same for you?"

"Stop!"

"I would've made you just like me...."

"Would you risk the hate?"

The sound of amused laughter bounced off the non-existent walls, creeping Wooyoung out as he looked over his shoulder to see that Seonghwa had as well, disappeared.

Thousands of red eyes started appear around the darkness, glimmering with bloodlust all around him.

Panic.

Rapid breathing.

No air.

Pain.

"FUCK!" Wooyoung screamed, shooting up to sit on his bed and gasp out painfully. His eyes were wide with fear and body dripping cold sweat.

He clutched his chest, tugging at his black t-shirt and trying to even out his breathing. He looked around, peering down at the space beside him on his bed and groaning.

San had left.

It was sometime in the early morning. Maybe six o'clock. The birds were singing to each other, summoning the beginning of the day with their stunning vocals and pulling the campus into a sense of peace and calm.

"Bad dream," he murmured, having thought he had grown out of those habits. As it turned out, perhaps Seonghwa was his sweet-dream charm, and without him, the darkness in the depth of Wooyoung's mind surfaced.

He lay back against the damp sheets, tuning in to the raising and lowering of his chest. At least the birds cancelled out the otherwise silent dorms.

When did he leave? The boy wondered, subconsciously dragging the back of his hand along the place San had once lay. He shouldn't have cared as much as he did, and blamed it on the feverish nightmare he had just suffered through.

Wooyoung grimaced, knowing that the hall monitors would come by and knock on all their doors soon enough. He slid his legs over the side of the mattress, standing up with a weak stretch and dragging his body towards the chest of drawers. His reflection appeared and disappeared as he passed the mirror, something catching the boy's eye.

The purplette paused, backing up slowly to check himself in the mirror once more.

His jaw dropped when he saw himself looking back with black hair, a devious smile which showed off small fangs, and crimson red eyes.

"Oh shit," he hissed, tugging at his hair and quickly moving to rub his eyes. When the human removed his fingers, he cautiously glanced back at his reflection and elicited a sigh of relief upon noticing that it was back to normal.

Purple hair.

Brown eyes.

Flat teeth.

I'm going insane, he thought, shaking off his whole trauma and taking a deep breath. I need to graduate as soon as possible.

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