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peachyysugaa · 3 years

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blood castle extra v. || enha 02z

mythology 101: vampires

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the book sits in the midst of its kind amongst the bookshelves of flourish and blotts. its shiny black leather cover reflects no title but is enticing nonetheless.

...will you open it?

ah... so you have stumbled upon the dark forces: a guide to self-protection, my dear child. an excellent choice for self-defense against the dark arts.

what? you wish to learn about vampires? very well then...

in the wizarding world, vampires are classified as a species of living dead, along with zombies. they feast on the blood of living beings and cannot go out into the sunlight. some characteristic features include long, sharp fangs, pale skin and dark, black eyes. little is known about these creatures, but it is said they live longer than muggles. for example, carmilla sanguina died at age 196, amarillo lestoat at 201.

they seem to have a distaste for garlic and may feast on blood lollipops, found in shops like honeydukes. they are said to be dark creatures due to sharing some characteristics with inferi (see page 256), but wizards these days have set guidelines against exterminating vampires. there even exists a society of tolerance for them.

that’s all there is, child. hm? half-vampires? well, let’s see... there’s a short excerpt on them as well.

even less is known about part-vampires, though they tend to be the offspring of a vampire and a wizard, and so on and so forth. they have subtler features compared to their full vampire ancestors such as pale skin but mildly exaggerated fangs. whether they have the same diet and aversions as full vampires remains unknown...

is that all you need? alright, off you go, child. don’t go messing with these creatures, okay? who knows... you might be their next feast.

a male waits for you at the entrance of knockturn alley. “yo, little badger. did you check out the book i told you about?”

...

“what? you want to know more about me? well, okay, they don’t call me the encyclopedia of the group for nothing. let’s take a seat in the white wyvern. i got a secret booth there, don’t worry about galleons, i’ll pay.”

the booth is indeed discreet. in fact, it’s the only booth there since it’s behind a secret bookcase. nevertheless, you sit with park jongseong, as he makes himself at home. “alright, so half-vampires, right?”

...

“yeah, i figured there wouldn’t be a lot of information on us. what did the book tell you?”

...

“hah, well, they got our features right,” he chuckles, revealing the aforementioned fangs. “as you probably guessed, we can go out in direct sunlight, just not for long periods of time, i guess. most of us wear long sleeves anyway, kinda helps that we wear robes all the time, right? and as for diet, we can eat garlic just fine, and we like blood lollipops, sure.

“do they actually taste like blood? you can say that. it does help with the appetite, but we don’t require as much blood as a full vampire does, so that monthly elixir really helps. it’s called the dhampir’s elixir, since dhampir is sometimes what we half-breeds are called.

“sunghoon knows more about this since he’s the one who makes it, but it’s a two-week process, really difficult. ingredients are expensive too, but dumbledore’s got us covered. all i know is that after it cures, it’s clear, almost looks like water, and requires just a drop of blood. we all use our own, and it works just fine. that’s when we do a little phrase and it turns into a blood-like, red wine, like sangria.

“ahh... medium rare meat is really tasty though,” he licks his fangs at the thought before snapping out of his daze. “oh, right, and we all got our own powers too. teleportation, that’s for everyone, though apparition is common in the wizarding world already, ours is natural. riki can do long-distance and even teleport items. mind control, sleep inducement, memory manipulation, clairvoyance, some heightened senses, that’s what we all have, there could be more for all i know. full vampires only have teleportation, i don’t know how us halfies got to have more powers, but i think it has to do with the wizard mixing in?

“oh! full vampires can turn into bats really naturally though. i don’t think many of us half-breeds can do that without a little bit of practice and help with transfiguration. maybe sunghoon or heeseung hyung will be able to do it, they’re pretty smart.

“is that all?”

...

“yeah, no problem, stay safe, and don’t go out at night. we can’t always be there to save you if you get in trouble, though you’re pretty good at dada and charms, huh? anyway, i’ll see you around, little badger.”

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this special edition of mythology! i wanted to try something more pov ? my favoritism peeked again though LOL this is a combination of harry potter wiki stuff on vampires and my own take on it

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#blood castle #blood castle extras #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #hogwarts au #enhypen 02z

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chemically-imbalanced-romance · 5 years

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The Precious Life of Logan Sanders

Prompt/Synopsis: “Honey, you can't reach out to an angel for friendship, that's what demons are for."

Requested by: @mirror2thespirit

Trigger warnings: Major character death ((it’s not supposed to be sad tho, it’s of old age and the character continues on after death)), alcoholism, abuse, suicide attempt ((almost)), bullying, neglect, sympathetic deceit, implied suicide ((not the major character death)), hhhh let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 3204

A/N: This is a fic I wrote a while ago (Through the 4th to the 9th of November, 2018 to be specific) but it got deleted when I deleted my weekly analogical blog. I honestly think it’s pretty great, so I’m putting it back here. Mind the trigger warnings

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All his life, Logan had been followed by a figure shrouded in white mist. They were more than human, and showed up every time Logan needed protection or comfort. They looked normal by all means, with rich black skin and bright brown eyes, but they never aged and a faint blue glow created a halo atop their head. Logan tried pointing them out before to his older brother, but Roman just scoffed and told him he was seeing things; the figure winked.

Maybe Logan wouldn’t be so obsessed with him if he had something else to focus on. His parents had chased away anybody willing to give him attention, and he disappointed anybody willing to stick around by not being more like Roman. That made sense- Roman and Logan coped in very different ways, and it wasn’t Roman’s fault that his way of coping was just better.

Logan liked losing himself in books, wiki pages, research. He liked to leave his body and stay somewhere else for a while. Roman liked to lose himself in other people- boys, specifically. He was constantly skipping school and staying out late, almost never around the house anymore. The first time he skipped school, their dad gave him a black eye, and then he did it again and their parents gave up. Logan tried skipping school, and his dad beat him so bad he couldn’t get out of bed all weekend. Roman stayed with him while he recovered, bringing him food and playing video games, but Logan barely looked at him.

It wasn’t Roman’s fault people treated him better. It wasn’t Roman’s fault he got it easier. It wasn’t Roman’s fault that Logan hated him.

He’d had enough.

As he laid in bed, his eye throbbing and his chest contracting with sobs, he decided he was going to talk to this person.

He tried three times before he was stopped.

First Attempt: Caught off guard

Logan watched his ratty sneakers step on the cracks in the sidewalk as he made his way to school the next morning. The sun peeked over the horizon, painting the sky cerulean. The concealer and foundation Roman insisted on putting on stuck awkwardly to his face, even though Roman promised he’d get used to it.

He glanced up and faltered- the boy was sitting backwards on a bench facing away from him in a nearby park, his chin rested over his folded arms, smiling. Logan glanced around, but he was the only one in the street.

He started towards him just as a half dozen books attacked his ankles. He smacked against the pavement painfully as his classmates rode by on their bikes, laughter echoing down the street. Logan glanced down- It was the book their English teacher assigned an essay on.

Hot shame curled in Logan’s gut, and he started to curl up with tears in his eyes when something crashed. He looked up just in time to see each bike slamming into each other like dominos, the kids laying in a pile of bruised bodies.

Logan looked back to the bench, but the boy was gone.

Second Attempt: The direct approach

Logan glared at his textbook, his hands curled into fists. It was close to 2am, and he was damn near ready to scream. He had a test the next day in English, and he was nowhere near ready for it. He was already failing the class. He didn’t want to know what would happen if his parents got called in for his grades. That happened one time in middle school, and they were much more lenient then.

Something snapped outside, and his head shot up. He leaned over his desk to peek out the window of his above-ground basement bedroom.

The boy drifted delicately around Logan’s front yard, moonlight sparkling against his skin, the white fabric of his dress flowing over his elbows, hips, and knees. A vibrant purple storm cloud followed, raining down on him as giggles echoed in Logan’s head, pastel blue and white dots following wherever he stepped.

Logan moved before his brain caught up to what he was doing; he sprinted out of the house, stopping in the doorway, and the boy looked up at him with what Logan could only describe as bliss. He started moving, bare feet crushing the wet flowers, and opened his mouth to speak- and the boy was gone.

Logan blinked. He hadn’t looked away or closed his eyes; he was suddenly charging at nothing.

Frustrated, he went back inside, but before they left for school the next morning, Roman pointed out the flowers.

Attempt Three: The indirect approach

After school, Logan sat on the same park bench as before. He put his headphones in and waited. He got halfway through the Les Mis soundtrack, the sun long since set, before he heard him.

“Go home,” a soft voice whispered in his ear. It could have been the wind. There was no one there. “It’s late. It’s dangerous. Go home.”

He didn’t move.

“Logan. You can’t be here. You know that.”

Logan squeezed his eyes shut. “Why not?”

“It isn’t safe.”

“Take me home.”

The boy chuckled. “I can’t do that.”

Logan clenched his fists; he was being mocked. “I’m not leaving until you speak to me,” he snapped. “Tell me what you want.”

Silence stretched out long enough for Logan to wonder whether he was even still there, and then he spoke again. “You’re very clever, Logan, but this isn’t going to work.”

“Why not?”

“It can’t.”

Logan’s entire body tensed, his mind screaming, as footsteps sounded behind him. He was too scared to move.

“I’ll distract them.”

He didn’t look back, sprinting all the way home.

Attempt Four: The desperate approach

Logan buried his face in his hands. His parents continued screaming at each other upstairs as if they were the only ones who could hear it. He wished they’d just stop.

He straightened up and snatched the bottle of pills from his nightstand.

He wasn’t actually trying to talk to Patton this time. He’d… Given up. He’d started thinking about why he was really there, and what he had done. Why he stayed, even when he didn’t want to. He couldn’t come up with any answers.

He grabbed the bottle of vodka he’d stolen from his parents and popped open the bottle of pills. He closed his eyes, taking in a shuddering breath.

He was very aware of someone’s presence.

“Go away.”

“I don’t think I’m who you think I am.”

Logan snapped his eyes open. The figure standing in front of him looked no older than his counterpart, but with milky white skin and shrouded in black dust. Little black horns stuck out from his vibrant purple hair.

Logan furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re not…”

“No.” He nodded to the bottle of pills. “You might want to put that down.”

Logan blinked, and shook his head.

He sighed. “C’mon, man. Just put it down and talk to me for a moment.” Logan just stared. “Fine, keep it, if it makes you feel better. At least put the lid back on, though, yeah? It’ll at least make me feel better.”

Logan did so, and the boy did relax a bit. The demon drifted around the room, lavender combat boots pressing into the carpet as he inspected everything. “So you’re Logan, right?” He picked up the finished Rubix cube on Logan’s desk. “If not, this is one goddamn coincidence- not a bad one, though.”

“I’m Logan.”

“Cool.” He set it down. “I’m Virgil.”

Logan looked at him, beyond confused. “What are you?”

Virgil grinned. “That’s not very nice.”

“Just tell me!”

He sighed. “Alright, yeah, I get it. Not the best time for jokes.” He sat next to Logan on the bed, emitting frost like a freezer. “What were you doing trying to talk to Patton?”

“Patton is…”

“Right. The guy in white.”

“I just…” Logan blushed. “I’m sick of being alone, okay?”

Virgil grinned. “Honey, you can't reach out to an angel for friendship, that's what demons are for."

“I don’t understand,” he said in annoyance.

Virgil nudged him. “Patton’s not going to be able to help you. At least not for a while, as far as I’m concerned.”

Logan’s chest grew tight, his voice strained. “Can you just make sense?”

He rose his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright.” He dropped his hands in his lap, meeting Logan’s eyes. “Do you remember when the bookshelf fell?”

Logan looked away, guilt twisting in his stomach. “Yes,” he said quietly.

When Logan was twelve, he got home from school to find his dad home alone, drunk. He was mad that Logan hadn’t emptied the dishwasher before he left, even though the middle school was miles away and Logan had to wake up at four a.m. just to get ready and walk there on time. He would have hit him- If the bookshelf hadn’t fallen and broken his arm.

“That was Patton.”

Logan furrowed his eyebrows. “What… No, it wasn’t.”

“And when you stayed late for detention in ninth grade, because you got too many tardies? You were on your way to the parking lot when that group of juniors stopped you.”

The kids had been about to hurt Logan, and make him late getting back home, something his parents didn’t take lightly. They didn’t get the chance to do anything, though, because a teacher leaving for the day passed them, and he was able to follow her out of the building.

“I remember,” Logan mumbled.

“And then, last week. With the kids on the bike.” Logan just nodded, and Virgil nudged him. “All those days you thought you’d off yourself if you had to go to school, and it was cancelled, or ended up being easier than you thought? Every time you thought it couldn’t get any worse, and then it got better. Do you remember that, Logan?”

“It was Patton?” He asked quietly.

Virgil smiled, a little pride in his voice. “Ever since the beginning.”

Logan clenched his fists. “If he’s been here the entire time, why hasn’t he said anything?!” He glared at Virgil. “He can’t fix my problems by breaking my father’s arm and getting me a few days off school!” Logan jumped to his feet, throwing the pills on the bed. “I didn’t want much, I just wanted someone to talk to! Why couldn’t he just do that?!” Logan whipped around. “Why is that so much harder?!”

Virgil was unfazed. “He can’t get near you.”

“Why?”

“Because it’ll kill you.”

Logan blinked. He swallowed. “I don’t understand.”

Virgil clasped his hands together, playing with his sleeves. “Patton… He’s been protecting you, yeah. But if he can’t protect you anymore, then it’s time for, well, for you to go. That’s his job, too.”

“What are you here for, then?” He quickly realized he wasn’t dying tonight.

Virgil gave a lopsided smile. “We’re kind of a duo. And since I won’t kill you by talking to you, and since I’ve kind of got a better grip on things, I can come in for a more direct approach.”

Logan eyed the bottle, nauseous.

Virgil stood, gripping Logan’s shoulders. “Listen. Patton wouldn’t let me come in here if he thought there was no chance. He would give you your do over and move on.” He bit his lip, hesitating. “Some people don’t get a happy ending. But they get to try again- everyone does, as many times as they want. But I don’t expose myself to people just for the hell of it. I didn’t come in here just to let you give up at seventeen fucking years old.”

Logan squeezed his eyes shut as they filled with tears, gripping Virgil’s hands. “I don’t think I can do it.”

Virgil eased Logan back onto the bed, kneeling between his legs. “Logan. Look at me. What do you want? If you just went to bed, what would you want to do when you woke up?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I-”

“It doesn’t have to be realistic. It can be anything. I don’t care if you want to live on fucking Mars. Why are you here?”

Logan cracked his watery eyes open. “I just don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“Then make sure that happens,” he insisted. “It won’t be tomorrow, or next week, and it’s not going to get any easier any time soon. But Patton can be pretty stubborn, and next time you pick up those pills for any reason other than a headache, he’ll smite you.”

Logan laughed weakly, wiping his eyes. “Isn’t that counterproductive?”

“Hush. You’re not going to be alone forever, Logan. Because you aren’t a bad person.”

“Does everyone have… You guys?”

“They do.” Virgil winked. “They’re just not all clever enough to see them.”

Logan glared. “Are you flirting with me?”

He stood. “Absolutely not. We may not be human anymore, but Pat and I are as monogamous as they come.”

“Will I ever meet him?”

Virgil shrugged one shoulder. “When you’re ready.”

The chill of the room began slowly seeping out, and Logan panicked, jumping up and crying, “Wait!”

The frost settled back into the room, Virgil looking at him curiously. “What?”

“I…” He slumped, looking away. “I don’t want you to leave just yet. Please?”

“Alright.” Virgil settled himself on the bed, against the wall. “You put that shit away, I’ll stay right here, okay?” Logan hesitated. “Go on. I promise.”

Logan gave in, snatching up the pills and the alcohol, rushing to sneak upstairs, put them away, and come back down. Virgil was still right where he left him.

They laid down a few inches apart, facing each other. Logan shivered as he slowly fell asleep, Virgil’s presence reminding him of safe things.

He woke up the next morning with the sunlight streaming through his bare window. He rolled over in his empty bed, blinking in confusion at his nightstand. He ran his fingers over the carvings, reading Don’t fuck me over xx.

It was Saturday morning.

He could do anything.

He went to the library.

xxx

Logan was well into his nineties when he finally met Patton. Too young, Virgil said, although he said that with everyone. At Virgil’s suggestion, Logan had dedicated his life to teaching, to discovery. His research led to several breakthroughs in medicine, and he discovered several highly effective means of therapy for those with social disorders.

While he was dedicated to academics, he didn’t forget why he stayed. He made an effort not to be such a recluse, something that hurt him at the start- the kids in his hometown weren’t kind.

So he moved. He went to the city, the same one that held the college he got a scholarship for. He knew the likelihood of there being nothing at all for him was low, and found a book club for mystery readers that met every Saturday. It was awkward, and painful, but he got used to making conversation and having positive attention on him.

On campus, he met Remy when he nearly spilled his coffee all over Logan first thing in the morning. Logan quickly learned that Remy was addicted to coffee, largely because of his insomnia, and always had on a pair of sunglasses due to his photophobia. He was… Interesting.

At first, they were hesitant acquaintances, but after Logan effectively helped Remy through a panic attack, Remy latched onto him like a koala. Remy was loud and funny and forced him to eat, and Logan helped him with his homework and kept him company when he couldn’t sleep.

Two years later, Logan met Emile in his psychology class. He almost didn’t believe it would happen, but after a while, he didn’t feel lonely anymore. He still had to deal with intense abandonment issues, but Emile and Remy never let him deal with it alone, and Logan would be damned if he didn’t give them the same treatment. He wanted to help people, and that included being the best fucking friend in the entire world.

A few weeks before graduation, he got a call from Roman, whom he hadn’t spoken to since the day before Roman turned eighteen. Logan met him in a coffee shop.

Roman hadn’t gone to school- he couldn’t afford it and skipped too much, slacked off too much to get any kind of scholarship, and he wasn’t too interested anyway. He told Logan he went straight into working and doing theatre on the side, and was in the city for his first movie audition. Logan told him about school, and his job, and Roman was just as surprised as he was when Logan told him about Remy and Emile.

“Well I have to meet them!” He cried, then hesitated, remembering he’d practically abandoned Logan. “If you want, that is.”

Logan nearly laughed; he’d never seen Roman look so pitiful. “Yeah, sure. We can all go out to dinner or something.”

Logan was in his mid-twenties, and working under a medical apprenticeship, when he met Seth at the book club he was now the president of. The first thing Logan noticed about Seth was the bright pink patches of eczema sprinkled all over his otherwise dark brown skin, and the second was that he was a compulsive liar. Sometimes Logan didn’t even realize Seth was lying, until he was stumbling over himself trying to correct it, flustered and embarrassed.

Logan admired him. They stayed talking in the library even after everyone else in the book club left, and Logan learned he was in therapy for compulsive lying, anxiety, and depression. While Logan and Roman both left home when they were eighteen and never even thought of turning back, Seth was tentatively trying to mend his relationship with his parents after they cut him off for lying.

They fell easily into a relationship. It just made sense; they were comfortable with each other and understood each other a lot better than most people. Remy and Emile understood Logan’s trouble with feelings, and could temporarily soothe his abandonment issues. But Seth didn’t just understand, didn’t just tolerate it- around him, Logan was comfortable enough to express his emotions, and the things Seth said actually stuck. Remy and Emile had to come running again and again, but Seth’s voice rang in his head any time he felt insecure.

One night, in their fourties, Logan admitted to Seth while they were laying in bed at night that Patton existed, this person he’s seen his entire life who watches out for him. Seth didn’t mock him, like Logan feared. He wanted to hear all about it. Logan had never felt as relieved as he did in that moment. He’d been dragging this along throughout their entire relationship, and they both noticed a difference afterwards, how much lighter he felt. He could finally put his full trust in Seth.

He went with Patton without any struggle. Virgil, whom he hadn’t seen since that night when he was seventeen, clapped him on the back and congratulated him.

Patton offered him the warmest smile- he was made of sunlight. “Logan Sanders,” he said, his voice made of wind, “would you like to go again?”

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