[ Love Bites ]

Hello, this is DeanaeDrakos!  It's nice to talk to all y'all again.  This one-shot was not a request, and is strictly author's choice.  I hope you like it!  :D

(By the way, it's Jungkook's POV and is set in a world where vampires are working toward peaceful cooperation with humans).

xx

Teeth.

Teeth.  Teeth.  Teeth.

All I saw were teeth.  All I thought of were teeth.  All I felt were teeth.  Or rather, all I imagined I felt were teeth; they weren’t close enough yet.  Not near enough for their acute edges to do a single thing.

That was going to change, though, I knew.  I’d known the exact, breath-taking moment I saw her gloriously decked out in nothing but a simple, blood-red dress.  For her to think she could come over wearing something that hugged her skin so closely and think that the mere sight of it wouldn’t make me wish to rival it in such a regard, was madness.

Oxygen-inhibiting madness.

And yet I felt like I shouldn’t even dare lay eyes on her, let alone lay hands on her, lips on her.  Teeth on her.  Not that that would be my job; she was the head of that department, seeing as though she had an incredibly much more formidable set.

Fangs.  Maybe I should’ve been using the word fangs, seeing as though that was what she had at her disposal, in her arsenal, in .  Razor-sharp, slick, smooth, thin yet strong fangs.  It was to be expected, though, and a very real component of our relationship.  Any type of relationship with a vampire was bound to include their existence in whatever deal made.  In a new, evolving, bustling world where humans and vampires were just learning to cooperate with each other, there were always guidelines.

“If you wanna get hired, prepare yourself never to show those teeth of yours at work.”

“Being a teacher means being able to connect with students, so keep them hidden at all times.  No offense intended.  We just don’t wanna scare the children.”

“As your friend, I don’t mind seeing them, but just not around my girlfriend; she doesn’t like vamps.”

“Sorry.”

“For business purposes only.”

“Please no biting while on the clock.”

“Keep your mouth shut.”

“I don’t care what you do.”

“Could you bite me?”

“They scare me a little.”

“Please.”

When she asked me to dinner, such rules were not set, those exemptions and excluding factors were never decided upon.  It just didn’t come up, and I was scared to bring them to her attention.  Mostly scared of her getting the wrong idea, but partly, guiltily, because she scared me.  Just a tad.  Just a smidge.

Especially when she’d send me a blinding smile and before I could send one back I had to swallow the fear that had risen in my throat.  The instinctual flashes of terror that seized me on occasion were like that; random and at times when I wouldn’t have thought about it if she’d been human.  Not that I wanted her human.

Vampires; they were something else.  Something on a completely other level that dragged you there with them if they wanted to.  Utterly and entirely in control of how much they wanted you to experience of them, their culture, and their personal lives.  If they had a secret they didn’t want you to know, you didn’t know it.

You didn’t even know it existed.

Genevieve was like that, I thought, but I could be wrong.  She could have a million secrets, or she could have none; I didn’t know, and that was the point.  My friends told me it was better that way, but I wasn’t really sure.  Maybe it was because some of them had only hooked up with vampires, ed them and gotten on with their lives.  Jenna seemed like she cared a little more than that, like she wanted something bigger than that.

At least, that was what I’d guessed, seeing as how I hadn’t gotten laid yet, and we’d been dating for three-and-a-half months.  It was kind of a let down from all the wild tales I’d heard of being in bed with one of the undead.

Her character had no buffer for my ever growing desire either, to add to her attention-grabbing appearance, and seemed to only spur me on in the worst of times and push me away simultaneously.  There was no air of childishness surrounding her, no aura of youth to remind me she was younger.  Turned at the age of nineteen, she was in that way five years younger than me, but in true years she was much older.

Still just a fledgling of a vampire, the early 1800s had been her birth century, topping her off at a staggering 183.  In that way, she was older and wiser and knew much more about just about everything, especially when it came to appearing older.  Walking around in business clothes most of the time, she held a steady job and had long since got every degree she ever could’ve wanted in whatever area of expertise had tickled her fancy at whatever moment in her history.

With a curving body that she’d be not so unluckily stuck with for eternity, she was certainly a looker.  Unfortunately for most, she didn’t happen to lookaround much herself, seemingly finding no interest in the world of humans expect in what either included or affected her.  So many languages were under her belt, she could simply throw a dart at a map and decide to move to wherever it’d landed.

That, at least, was how she decided to go to Korea.  Originally from England, her foreign face and unusually large bosom and backside caught attention.  Luckily for me, not any reciprocated attention.  She was sophisticated and I considered her mine, though knew that I was more hers.  Her skin was cold and there was no heartbeat to hear or feel and since she never breathed, she was often still as the dead.

Which, ironically, she was.

Dead, while at the same time undying.  Immortal.  Forever.  Which meant that we couldn’t be forever, unless I let her turn me, which may’ve been the very reason she singled me out from all other onlookers.  My youthful, entranced gaze differed from the ravenous stares of those looking for a mattress-creaking night, a couple window-shaking hours.  I was looking because she was beautiful and I could tell she was one of them and I couldn’t help but wonder what one kiss would feel like.  Not what a one-night stand could offer, but one, measly, chaste, freezing kiss.

And because they could read intentions like a children’s book, Genevieve would intentionally sit close to me on the bus we both took in the morning; I to my downtown part-time job and she to her high-end workplace.  She’d intentionally let an older passenger take her seat if it meant standing next to me.  She’d intentionally brush her hands past my arms as she got off.

Maybe it was my blossoming maturity and tainted-with-childhood adulthood that made her want to rip the adolescence from my and shove something much more lasting into its place.  But maybe the thought of turning me had never crossed her thoughts, and maybe I was just exaggerating the situation.  I’d never know if she didn’t want me to.

She knew what she was doing, always, even if I didn’t, and even as she knocked on my door, I knew she already knew what my reaction would be to her apparel.  Her tantalizing outfit.  We were only going to watch a movie at my place; what was the point of dressing up to such an extent if not to elicit a reaction from me?  Was there any point to anything after living for nearly two centuries?  Could she do whatever she wanted at whatever time and be expected to explain herself?  After experiencing so much more and dealing with so much more just for being what she was?

Of course not.  But that did not mean I planned on doing nothing in the wake of her latest fashion decision.  I didn’t know what it was that I’d do, or when, or why…  Wait, I knew that last one.  Because Jenna was downright stunning in a classic, old-time way.  She radiated cultivation and fullness, and in a primitive shadow of my mind I wanted to fill her, run my mouth up and down her body even it meant getting frostbite on every inch of exposed skin.  Which would never happen anyways; which gave me even more reason to do it.

Even the way she talked made me think that if I ever scrounged the courage to make a move, I couldn’t call it .  It’d be love-making.

She appreciated old-time movies and things and books and I knew she’d appreciate my old-time terminology.  Romantic was a word to describe her; candles were a way to describe her dream date; mature was a word to describe the feeling that her icy lips left on my cheek.

Nice was the word to generally describe our relationship.  So was stable, because she was so consistent that sometimes I picked her up early or showed up late or asked her to drive me, just to mix things up a little.  But as I opened the door and saw the dangling, hoop earrings that I’d given her just weeks before, I knew I wanted to shake things up a bit more than a delayed date.  I wanted to shake her up.  I wanted to make her heart beat faster and her pulse sky-rocket and-

I knew I couldn’t do any of those things, but deep down it was a dark desire of mine to try anyways.  To turn on whatever of her I could and make her want to do the same for me.  Only difference was that she could literally turn on every part of me, and she knew it.  I didn’t know how into anything she could get, and could only go on what my friends had said.  But they messed around with s and and vamps that charged them unseemly amounts for a mere .

Jenna wasn’t them.

“I brought with me a collection of films we might agree upon,” she began, inviting herself in.  That was just another thing that scared me into crawling back to my childish self, the one that wouldn’t dare touch a noona in such intimate ways as what passed through my imagination.  What triggered it was the not-so subtle dominance she exerted over all she saw, all she owned.

Which happened to include me.

“Yah, of course,” I consented, leaning down to kiss her cheek; at least height was something I had over her.  “Anything.”

“It’s nice to see you,” she said, and smirked up.  Scratch what was said just moments ago; height meant nothing.  Absolutely nothing but that I had a farther way to move in order to bow, in order to kneel in front of her, which if she wanted me to do, I would’ve.

“Same here.”  Her toothy grin made my stomach flip and I once again remembered why no moves had ever been made by me in the past.  Those teeth,fangs, were smiling up and taunting me.  They were daring me to play with them, to dare them back.  And I couldn’t.  Every instinct in my body repelled me from them, forced me into a stupid fear that I always had to push away into the dark recesses of my head before their machinations became anything much.

She leaned up and pressed cold lips to my warm ones, shocking me every time with how lifeless they could be.  I must’ve stiffened without meaning to, because she pulled away, frowning, eyes narrowing even while she turned away to continue her way into my family room.

I cursed and followed, feeling bad and wanting to somehow make up for it, but she was already sliding a movie into the VCR slot.  “I hope you don’t have much opposition in regard of my picking the film?”

“No, of course not, Jenna.”  It was always ‘of course.’

“Splendid, because I think we will both find it equally enrapturing.”

“I hope so,” I responded, finding her side chilly but willingly pliable under the pressure of my own, bending to fit against me, her torso shifting to lean into mine.  I propped my feet up as the screen flickered to life, casting a weird, dim glow against our skin.  In order to erase whatever damage had been done earlier, I grabbed her hand forcefully and laced our fingers together.

When she let me, nuzzled closer, and faked a sigh of contentment for my benefit, I knew it’d been let go of.

What was meant to be an uninterrupted movie night soon turned into personal game of self will-power.  Every time an embrace occurred on screen, I looked down and wondered how much closer I could hold her without pushing it too far.  Every time a kiss sprawled out in front of us, the thought of capturing her lips ensued.  Every heated scene triggered a swallow and barely noticeable shake of my head, to rid myself of such thoughts.

Now was not the time; she was enjoying the movie, evident by her ever present grin and happy chuckles.  Now was not the time to ruin that for her.  Get yourself together, Jungkook.  Cut the crap and grow up.

“Are you alright?” she asked, and I realized I hadn’t been paying attention for a solid ten minutes or so, caught up in my head too deeply.  My hand had gone limp and wasn’t rubbing circles into her palm; my chest was rising faster as I thought farther and farther into the supposed fantasy of sleeping with a vampire.

“Sorry, babe; I’m fine.  Just a little distracted.”

“Ah,” she concurred, humming a little hum of understanding and turning to face me a bit more.  I tried to keep in mind that vampires could sense an inkling your intentions if they wanted to, and we had never set boundaries for such supernatural abilities, so everything was on the table.  I tried to calm the rising want in my stomach to kiss her, knowing she had only look a little closer into my heart to see it.

But it was already difficult, seeing as how close she was and how nice she looked in that dress and just how much closer she was leaning forward toward me.  I gulped and almost leaned back, but she made sure not to show even a glimpse of teeth, lest it b