keep in mind..this was written over 6 years ago……

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It was 1781 when he saw it happen. When he watched his poor sister die. She was only about 10 years old; he was 17. the stranger they met in the inn was very persuasive. He tried his hardest to look away or run to her rescue, but could do nothing but stare in torment at the blood dripping from his sister’s delicate neck as the stranger bit deeper into the soft flesh. She, the stranger, had done something to him. He knew it.

“Help me Aiden! Please! Help me!” his sister cried in pain. But even as she screamed and plead for help, he could not run to her rescue. He couldn’t even speak…

1881

Aiden woke up in a cold sweat. He realized what year it is. In a dark room where no sunlight could touch him, he was safe. The memories still haunted him in his dreams, even after 100 years. He rarely had dreams, but every once in a while the same torment he experienced never let his tortured, soulless mind be.

He never forgot his sister’s sweet face. He missed her dearly.

“Poor Caitlin…” he said as he wiped his moist forehead with the back of his hand. “If only I’d have done something…she might have…” He sighed and laid back down. He hated the thought that even if she had lived through that night she would have died later on in the following years.

1784

It’s been three years since his little sister’s murder. The sight was still fresh in his mind. He became a drunk. He went on an alcohol binge, trying to kill himself to get away from his own twisted mind.

One night, he was walking through the streets. He had just been in the town pub. He staggered through a dark alley. A strange young-looking woman stood before him. She looks familiar, he thought. But still, he was too drunk to really notice who she was. He knew she was beautiful and very enticing. The strange woman approached him slowly.

“Hello Aiden. Do you remember me?” she said.

“H-how do you know—?!” she cut him off.

“We’ve met before. Don’t you remember?”

“N-no!” he said as he began to back away. He was frightened and didn’t know what to do.

“Who are you?!” he asked her in a near-panicked voice.

“My name is Juliya..Come here. Don’t be frightened. I won’t bite you, that is, unless you want me to,” she said with a demonic smirk that exposed her sharp canines.

“G-get away from me! What the hell are you?!” Aiden was now against the wall. A dead end; he had nowhere to run and hide. Juliya had him pinned. Suddenly, he couldn’t move. He started to scream, but no sound escaped his throat. She was manipulating his mind. He began to relax and he let his head fall to the side, exposing his neck to her menacing glare. Slowly, Juliya lowered her head. Her fangs extended and she sank her teeth into his plush skin. She didn’t want to kill him, so she drank only about two pints of his warm blood. Then she allowed him to bit her. He feasted on her neck and started to convulse when he was finished. The whole time he was on the ground she was smiling and watching him writhe around in pain. Each convulsion brought back the painful memory of his sister’s murder. Juliya! It was her! she killed Caitlin! he thought when he finally stopped. He began sobbing and then jumped up and attacked Juliya. right before he stabbed her, she asked him, “What are you doing? You can’t kill me…I created you…You’re mine now!”

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sadly…that’s as far as i got with this…

i’m planning on re-writing this as a fanfic using Yongguk as Juliya, Himchan as Aiden, Daehyun as someone else that Himchan meets in his present-day which is in the year 1881 (although that might change as well)…idk..but it’s gonna become a using the members of B.A.P

any opinions on what i could do to continue it?…if so, please post a comment here :D