Maybe that was what made her humane.

She thinks she is weird. She thinks she is different. She thinks maybe she was not who she really was suppose to be.

Many a times, the little things she did, she assumed would have been scorned at by her own kind. Maybe even be despised for it. That is, if her kind still existed.

At three thousand years old, Lunar was possibly the only and hopefully the last vampire alive. Her origins had been far complicated, her creator Kien, defeated by her own hands after years of chasing and hiding, was buried in her along with the other millions of memories she kept. The war was long over, and there she remained passing through the timeless nightmare. She would have maybe decided to end her long life, but the blood of Kien was far too precious and dangerous to live unguarded, especially in the new age of advancing technology. Her present existence was to servant his immortal elixir than flow through her veins, forever protecting it from the mankind.

However, she was not a protector. Lunar didn’t like the term, neither does she likes the burden from it, especially in the current weeks, when a strange tingle had set an alarm through her overly- sensitive skin. It was a craving for more than blood or lust, but a seeking for a missing puzzle.

Labels: fanfic, Lunar, OC, vampire

It was only eight in the morning, but the sun was already ruining my weekend, invading my room and scorching my legs. But I refused to be bested by it, and continued to lie in my bed. After all, it was not time yet.
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“Taeminnie.” My morning voice was hoarse, and was considerably soft. But I knew he heard me from behind the close door.
A short silence ensued as I strain to hear the surroundings. Moments later, the knob turned, the door opened to reveal my brother still in his PJs. His morning face was still in a daze, and annoyed as he is, he was still obedient. “Omo, how cute he is.’
Smiling to myself, I sat up on my bed, and patted on the space beside me, inviting him over. Reluctantly, he does so, and immediately I wrapped my arms around his waist, as my head lean on his shoulder.
“Noona neomu yeppo,…”
Feeling all mighty better, I let him go. “Alright, thank you. You may go now.” I giggled, giving him a pat on his back before he quickly got up and stomp out of my room.
Lying back in bed, I decided, it was a good morning.

Labels: noona neomu yeppo, OC, replay, shinee, taemin, taeminnie