Title:Drained
Group: JYJ-Jaejoong-focused
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-16
Warnings: some profanity and violence
Genre: AU, Dark, Tragdey(maybe?)
Summary: She's a monster lost in history, one who lives off the essence of others draining them until they are empty husk of their former selves. She's just lost two of her prey now she's on the hunt for her third. Will the third victim escape as well or be drained?

P.S. The reason why I call the group JYJ instead of DBSK is since it's centred around Jaejoong and only really includes bits of Yoochun and Junsu and I want to respect their decision. Plus credit for my pretty poster is JaeJooongLove@NerdyJae Photobook^^

Prologue:

                Emptying, falling into a void everything was leaving his body: emotions, senses, thoughts. Everything flowed out his body in the beginning trickling than grew into rapids pushing his essence out of him. A void was created within him, an abyss where all that he called himself faded away only at its edge was the tiniest weak part of him fighting. He lay on the goose feathered bed numb and heavier. His thoughts was sludge and the instinct for survive died. When she was near she drained him-no them- from their souls. Across from him was a person close to his age only a year difference drained like him.  Their breathing was reduced to panting that their once healthy bodies should have never needed to use. Skin gaunt, cheeks hollow, they looked haunted. Deeper, deeper into the abyss they went she drained them of their life.

                She was a lovely lady with luscious, thick hair; an inviting, curvy body; and a mouth that not even a saint could ignore. If you used only her looks she was an angel with her light hair, pale skin, and clear eyes, however, her being was empty. A void existed in her, endless and soulless. Stealing others essence to fill the void she’s a monster who could never be whole.

                Junsu stared at the wall blankly with the knowledge that he was being killed and he was beginning to accept it. There was no way in his mind he could escape, she was much too careful to keep them there. Surrender pulled him deep into its grasp, dragging him under its veil. Darkness clouded his eyes; he knew he was only a mere handful of draining from passing onto the next world. Thump-Thumpa his heart beat dully and painfully in his chest not willing to give up.

When his breathe nearly stopped his human instinct to survive to live sparked spreading like a wildfire. Just like how his heart refused to stop his mind began to whirl. Live!  Every pore in his body cried as his lungs expanded, drawing in substance. Hawk-like his vision drew in the room mapping it for any means of escape. The door… he realized was unlocked for the first time. Perhaps she not forgotten or thought they were now too weak to leave, he had no time to ponder this only enough time to convince his body to move.

His body twitched not quite following his commands; muscles atrophied from lack of use were fighting back. The strain of his own body, constricting on his lungs, tightness of the tendons in his legs, the pressure upon his heart caused sweat to pour over his body. Eventually he had to give up or risk exhausting himself.

Forcing his breath to slow down, he worked his muscles slowly. Starting with his fingers then moving to his toes he slowly awoke his sleeping, and lacking strength. With each work out of his muscle his body regained some of its mobility. After hours of working his body it finally listened to him somewhat properly. Through enormous will and tension he managed to stand on his two feet shaking like a baby lamb. How ridiculous it must have looked for a fully grown man to be unable to stand under his own strength.

Carefully he inched his uneasy way to the door. At the door’s edge he looked back to see the sleeping figure of the man he’d been imprisoned with for this entire time. Emotions twisted in him should or should not help this person, in the end his conscious won out. Limping over to the bed he shook the man, Yoochun Micky or something that, restlessly until he awoke. Dragging him out of the bed, Junsu supported him as best he could towards the door.

A/N: Hello anyone-everyone- This is my  kpop novel that's beeen collecting dust on my laptop I really like my ideas for it so here I go. Comments and Criticize loved!