ETERNAL LOVE

- in which you are the daughter of the vampire king and find yourself falling in love with a charming human boy named jungkook; requested by CheymaKahouach3

Vampires have been around for centuries; these creatures of the undead simply—and effortlessly—blending into society. Very few believe in their existence, the minds of those believers allegedly caught up in some fantasy world to those that chose to be ignorant.

However, it's important to remember that sometimes the crazy are actually the most logical.

Although it's hard not to think that someone who babbles on about blood sucking fiends is crazy as there is no solid proof of their existence. These creatures are not dim-witted. They may blend themselves in with the human race but they do not give themselves the chance to be exposed. In every country, there are hidden portals that take vampires to what is known as Valek; a secluded place where vampires come to rest under the rule of the King Minhyuk.

This name is famous among the groups of vampires that migrate in and out of Valek, some thinking of him in a high and admirable manner while others live in fear of him. Both views of him are essentially accurate. You see, before Minhyuk, a stingy man by the name of Jaehyun ruled over the vampires. The man was vile and merciless of his actions towards his loyal followers.

Valek became a place of doom and death.

No-one had the guts to say anything about it, no-one except Minhyuk. He had gathered a bunch of strong and fearless men and stormed the palace, his only goal to make Jaehyun pay for his crimes. They had found the King waiting for them in his chambers, seemingly amused by their attempts. A few words were exchanged and Minhyuk had enough, wasting no time in killing the man, using his rare powers to suck the life right out of Jaehyun.

He became a hero and was immediately crowned King with the promise that he'd make Valek a safer place and so far, he has kept that promise.

A few years later, Minhyuk had met a beautiful lady under the moon, her sweet way with words and almost captivating gaze taking hold of the King's heart. He would later on ask this woman to marry him, the two of them living a lavish life in the palace. Their luck only continued when the Queen announced that she was pregnant.

And that is how you enter the story.

"Sheyma!" Your father booms from his chambers upstairs, his voice loud enough to make its way into your downstairs bedroom, and most definitely loud enough to make you flinch. You make a sound of disapproval as you close the book floating in front of you with a flick of your fingers, sending it back to its proper place on the shelf. You close your eyes as you travel up the stairs at lightning speed, smiling mischievously when you can practically feel your father's anger radiating off him in waves.

The King once had great expectations for you as the future Queen of Valek. After all, you had inherited all of his powers and your mother's physique, making you about as perfect as vampires get. Not to mention, your hauntingly pale green eyes are enough to bring any person—dead or alive—to their knees. Instead, you blessed him with your natural tendency to break the rules, occasionally getting yourself into huge trouble.

You snicker to yourself as you wonder what he could possibly have found out about this time.

"Hello, father," you chirp, skipping into his chambers without a care in the world, plopping yourself down on a seat with a smile. "You called?"

He sighs in disbelief, rubbing his temples as he nods slowly, approaching you much like a tiger does his prey. You don't feel the fear though, your lips twitching as you try to suppress the laughter threatening to spill from your lips.

"Care to explain why one of the maids spotted you in the human world?" He gently asks, giving you a cold look as you shrug, kissing your teeth with your tongue, eyes dancing with a teasing innocence.

"I was feeling a little peckish," you reason, watching as his eyes widen in realisation, lips parting in slight shock. This time you do let a small chuckle slip out, quickly covering it with your hand. He shoots you a warning look before turning to begin pacing the room, as he always done when you're in need of a lecture.

"As much as I appreciate you embracing who you are, you need to be more careful. People out there are starting to get suspicious of all these mysterious deaths. I don't want your hunger to be the cause of our demise," he scolds, finishing his last sentence at the door, swinging it open for you to leave, catching your wrist before you have the chance to. "No more going out there, got it?"

You shake your wrist out of his hold, pressing a warm kiss to his cheek as you breezily brush past him. "Of course. You have my word."

*

He has no reason to worry, you smirk, patting the pads of your fingers against your lips to try and fix the colour painted across them. I'm about as experience as he is in the field of hunting.

Feeling satisfied with the raciness of your look, you pucker your lips and give your hair one last touch up before closing your eyes, reopening them to the alleyway behind the nearest club in the human world. Swaying your hips as you walk, you strut past the growing line, flashing the bouncer a quick smile as he steps aside to let you pass, his eyes lingering on your chest as you thank him with a bow of your head.

There are many forms of hunting, all centring around specific skills that each vampire may possess. In your father's case, he used mind tricks to rid his victims of all sensible thoughts, making them his own personal dummies. Once under his wondrous spell, he'd lead them to a secluded area and sink his fangs into their necks, sucking them dry. His method has been praised for centuries, many training themselves to be as good as he once was.

If it hasn't already been made clear enough, you like to do your own thing.

You instead prefer to experiment with the powers you have, each one of your victims presented to you in a different way. You've noticed, however, that to get your victims alone, sexual tension is the best way to do it.

And clubs? Well, where else are you supposed to get the attention of men looking to get laid?

Besides, at least you're humane enough to get to know them before committing the heinous act, the satisfaction so much more enjoyable afterwards.

You mindlessly order yourself a glass of whiskey, purposely positioning yourself against the bar so that people all around the club have visual access to you. While awaiting the familiar scent of pure blood—the only type of blood that vampires crave, you go down your hit list, smiling fondly as you recall a few of your most memorable kills.

Caleb Foreman was a young college student, fresh onto the club scene. He would also be your first kill. You had asked him for a drink preference, originally intending on letting him live. He was handsome, there being no point in denying that. His hair was a charming shade of dirty blonde, his hazel eyes warm and welcoming while his smile was the epitome of perfection. He not only recommended the club best but paid for your drink as well, starting up a conversation in between the two of you. As you chatted, you couldn't help but notice that the scent of his blood became so much more sweeter and addictive.

Without even thinking about it, you had entered his mind and put him in a semi-conscious state, pulling him by the collar to the back room of the club. You smirked as you slipped your hand onto the back of his neck, holding him tightly by the nape as the tips of your fingers began to surge waves of heat through him. His plump lips parted as he began to pant, fingers clumsily undoing the buttons of his shirt.

By the time you had pushed him into the room, his shirt had been long discarded, his cheeks flushed a pretty red while he continued to breathe heavily. Barely giving him time to adjust, you licked a stripe down his neck, moaning against his skin as the feel of his pulse underneath your tongue sent a shiver down your spine. You decided to tease him a little, your teeth nipping against the skin of his neck as he threw his head back in bliss, your powers doing wonder to his senses, overstimulating him in the best way possible.

And when a deep and hoarse moan escaped his lips, you sunk your fangs into his flesh, twisting his mind to make the pain seem like pleasure. He groaned and squirmed beneath you, fingers entangling themselves into your hair as you enjoyed your meal.

It wasn't long before he fell limp in your arms, the colour of his skin drained to an ashy grey. You remembered pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before wiping your lips and leaving him in that room, craving your next bite.

After Caleb came a few others that you attacked in the same way; Beomgyu, Mark, Chaeil, Benny. They were all pleasurable and easy to manipulate, your powers growing stronger by the minute.

You sip from your glass, the alcohol having no effect on you as you search for your next man, licking your lips in hunger. No-one in the club seems to catch your attention, the men either taken or lacking that little something special.

You use the time of milling about to further think about your future. You are soon destined to be Queen, the responsibility frightful enough, but as tradition, a Queen must have her King before she takes to the throne. Unluckily for you, that means searching the dirty streets of Valek for some ugly vampire scum to marry, one that your father will most likely pick out.

If the choice were up to you, you'd show no hesitation in marrying a human.

Sure, their short life-span becomes an issue but the humans you've met are all kind souls. They possess all the loving traits that vampires do not and you're certain that a little love and attention is what you need to truly be happy.

Setting your glass down, you wonder with a sigh if maybe you should spend the night searching for a possible suitor instead of your next blood bank.

Your head instinctively turns to the door, the movement catching the corner of your eye.

And in the most comical way possible, your mouth drops open.

A male with raven black hair walks in, his hand in the middle of carding through those luscious looking strands of his. You swallow thickly as your gaze runs over him, his whole appeal screaming boy next door but in a less intimidating and overwhelming way. His features are small and delicate, matching with his full cheeks that seem to be adorned with dimples, fitting adorably onto his face. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you go to sigh, the male simply turning his head to search for a table, your gaze gliding over his incredibly sharp jawline. He returns his gaze back to the front of the club, donning a smile that is both distinctive and remarkable.

With a little bounce of his shoulders, the man begins to walk towards the bar, his movements both elegant and enticing, your eyes meeting his oddly seductive, brown orbs. He smirks, simply offering you a teasing wink before flicking his eyes onto the bartender to order himself a drink.

Woah.

You discreetly take a sniff, humming in content when the scent of pure, untouched blood comes wafting towards you in slow waves. You watch him from the corner of your eye, feeling impressed when he downs his glass of what seems to be tequila and smirks.

And before you know it, he's walking towards you, head held high in confidence while you shudder anxiously, hand twisting under the table as his stream of thoughts becomes your own.

"Hi," he breathes, his soft voice fierce and empowering but restricted from its full potential. "I'm Jungkook."

"Hi," you return, releasing control of his mind at that moment, watching as he blinks in confusion a few times before realisation sets in. "I'm Sheyma."