Last Threnody
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Creatures hide in the shadows; twisted, hungry and soundless in their rage.
Claws tear flesh, teeth graze skin --
Future, drowned in their howls, is not at all like we imagined it.
There are eyes everywhere, dilated pupils and senses scanning for prey in this hazardous, toxic abyss that we created with our greed,
and the Earth takes its bitter revenge, depraving us of everything we once loved so dearly.
The air we breathe is poison, the water we drink burns our lungs
There is no food, no shelter
no love
Some say that this is the end,
but
.
.
.
hope
always dies last
Taehyung is used to this place. The smell of cheap perfumes, walls dripping red paint and dirty cushions supporting random men with random, oily fingers, gesturing to him as if they really believed he’d enjoy becoming their subdued pet of choice for the night.
It’s his home, and in this elusive maze made of smoke, stained mirrors and torn tapestry lies a fraction of him, a single broken thought that halts his muscles each time he turns around and tries to leave this place for good.
Home.
A home in which he is allowed to observe – always from a safe distance, always a ghost among the living. Untouchable.
But not for much longer.
“I’m telling them all you’re younger than you really are, you know. Young and in training.” He hears the Baroness say, and a moment later a cigarette is lit in the darkness. Taehyung winces. “But you’re a cute little boy and it’s not like I can hide you forever. You gotta work too, lad. Earn your shelter and food.”
I work, he wants to say. I pick locks for you and search those disgusting bodies for coins and jewels before they wake up. I help others after the clients are done with them. I work. It costs me too.
But he doesn’t voice that out loud, just chews on his lower lip in thought as a bony hand drops onto his head and starts patting his red hair in a mockery of parental caress, slowly and deliberately.
A cute little boy worth five gold pennies. That’s all he is to them.
“It won’t be that bad, sweetie pie.” The Baroness says again, unmistakably taking his resigned silence for fear. “No one will hurt you, I’ll make sure of that. They won’t touch you like they touch some of the others.”
The Baroness is a man, like all of them. A thin, unhealthy looking man in a long, red dress that’s seen better times. His presence is not quite a comfort but it’s not alarming either, a neutral sort of being that’s always just there, seeing everything and regretting nothing; a patron of his and in the same time the only person that saves Taehyung from starving to death like a street rat.
Times are harder than ever.
“I know,” he answers simply, figuring that some sort of reply is probably needed. The hand lifts from his head. “I’ll do what I have to.”
He feels rather than sees the Baroness’ mouth stretching in the shadows, and long, manicured finger raising lazily to point forward. “All you have to do right now is take care of room 102. Meet me in the lobby after you’re done, daily utility card’s waiting. Go, little marten.”
Taehyung nods. He does his best not to run for it, instead forcing himself to calm down and walk among all those men stinking of whisky, groping his flesh and pouring filth into his ears as he passes, gracefully tiptoeing his way forward like it's nothing.
Outside, a thunderbolt tears the sky in two.
Home.
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Genre: dark, futuristic vampire!AU
Rating: NC17
Warnings: ion, violence
Fandom: BTS & B.A.P (mainly)
A/N: I know you weren't able to grasp much from this little prologue, but things'll start making sense in time. I welcome all new subscribers!
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