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Star of Fate [Vampire!VIXX]

Plot: The longer you stare into darkness, the more  you realize that something could be staring back. Even more so when that  darkness doesn’t want to be brought into the light and will do anything  to stay that way.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Vampire!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: OT6 VIXX x OC(s)

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue, 2, 3, 4, 5

Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || Admin L’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 1842

AO3 | WP

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Chapter 6- Cry Little Sister

Last fire will rise behind those eyes Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie Immortal fear, that voice so clear Through broken walls, that scream I hear

There were fingers trailing along the curve of the neck, dipping down to cast little circles on the shoulder. The fingers were cold against your skin but each touch felt electric as they moved down the arm and took hold of your hand. You knew it was a man there before you but the face just wouldn’t focus. There was no fear in that moment, his eyes softly glowing like a sunset. The more that you tried to focus on the face, the more it seemed to blur. But the color of his eyes stayed fixed on you, never moving or blinking.

He pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hold. Both of you started to rock in place, almost dancing in that presence. There, he could hold you for as long as you stayed asleep and you could relax in that calm hold. Away from all the noises of the world, away from the danger that you had just been through and let the quiet of the night engulf both of you. Was that what peace was like? Quiet and calm, secure but strong? You hoped so as you pressed your face into his chest tighter, cheeks squishing against his hard chest. There was a low rumble you could hear as you realized that he was starting to speak. 

“Dear… you came back to me but broken.”

His fingers then spread out over your back, soothing circles into that area as he danced in place with you. You looked down and realized that neither of you had either foot on the ground. Panicking, you grabbed at him more--resulting in a light chuckle from him. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll never drop you nor will they have you. You are safe with me, remember that.”

Everything started to fade away but you grabbed at him even harder, not wanting to leave. One hand reached up to pat your head and smooth down some of the wild hair. He hummed a little melody to calm the nerves, still drifting along with you in his arms above the ground. You could feel yourself relaxing more into his arms as your eyes closed.

Lucky’s eyes opened but instead of expecting sunlight in the eyes, she saw that her curtains looked different. That was when she realized that she was no longer in her own room. The bed was impossibly soft and the colors of the sheets were a stark contrast to what she knew she had in her room. Black silk enveloped her body as she laid there, stock still and paralyzed with fear. She had no idea how she even got there and she was convinced that if she moved, she would be killed. 

“Ok, Lucky. You have got to move. You aren’t dead so you can still get out.” She whispered to herself, gathering up the courage to do so. Carefully, she sat up and instead of pain like she had remembered--there was none. Just a bit of soreness where she knew she had been hurt. After all, the last thing she remembered wasn’t a dream.

Swinging her feet over the edge of the bed, Lucky made another discovery in the form of her not being in the same clothes she left out in. She only had on a very large white button up shirt that looked way too expensive and dangled at the ends because she was fairly short. She carefully felt around where the wounds were supposed to be but only felt skin and the little bit where something used to be. There was no scar, only smooth tissue. She tested her feet by standing up and placing them on the cold ground, bouncing as if she was preparing to run. There had to be a way out of there and she was going to find it before anyone could stop her. 

The door didn’t even creak as she pulled it open, giving her hope that she could make it out of there quietly. She was glad that she didn’t wear her glasses to the outing with Laoise as she had her contacts still in. With everything that had happened to her, they probably would have been broken and she would have been crawling around like Velma trying to get out. She quietly padded around, looking everywhere and anywhere for any chance or type to escape. There was a murmur of voices that could be heard by her and she risked a peek over the railing, noticing that she was fairly high up. 

There were a couple of men standing on the ground floor, backs to her as they talked. Lucky quietly moved away from the railing as she let them talk, continuing to look for a way out. Finding some stairs, she descended them as quickly as she could but it never failed that at the middle of the steps--a creak could have been heard. She froze, eyes wide as she frantically looked around to see if anyone heard the sound. Her ears strained to hear any footsteps that might have been on their way but there were no such sounds. Once on the ground floor, she turned and saw something that she thought she’d forgotten about. 

The mahogany doors from her dream. 

Lucky didn’t notice it before but there were little tea lights that had been lit up everywhere. They highlighted the door, as well as the rest of the area and as she got closer to it--the more of that dream came back to her. Her hands touched the wood, feeling the texture and being absolutely astounded that it actually existed. There, for a brief moment, she forgot that she was in a stranger’s house. It was almost like deja vu as she felt the smooth material under her fingers. 

A hand suddenly slammed itself on the door, trapping her there and causing her to jump. Lucky whipped around to see a man there with droopy eyes but a stern look on his face. His amber eyes seemed to bore into her own until her knee rose up to meet his body. She used the opportunity to run away from him while he doubled over. She was about to take another turn when another pair of hands grabbed hold of her body, crushing her to their body. She attempted to scream and fight off the person but only succeeded in getting a good sniff of their cologne. 

A feeling of calm washed over her, the panic in her leaving as his voice soothed it all away. She started to relax in his embrace as she wondered if she really was about to die there. 

“If you’re going to kill me, get it over with while I feel this nice.” She mumbled but the man that held her laughed, all but dragging her into the main room. She was placed onto a lush couch, rather haphazardly and that was when she saw the strange looking man. Far away, he would have blended in with everyone else but he had something almost ethereal. Tall, handsome and his eyes were all a golden hue which didn’t match any eye color that she had ever seen in her life. 

“What do you remember?” His eyes seemed to bore into Lucky’s, an almost sad look on his strong face. The sudden question threw her off and she scrambled to think, his hand flew out to grab her face. His large hand covered her eyes and held onto her top part of her face. She started to panic, flailing and scratching at his hand but the person from behind her gently wrapped their hands around her shoulders to keep her still. 

She could see everything play out before her like it was happening all over again. The attack, the pain--all of it was there and it was like she could feel someone else inside of her mind directing the show. His hand grew hot the longer it was on her face, making sweat start to form on her forehead. The edges of her vision started to grow dark, even with the memories and the last thing that she heard was something about erasing her memories. The voices didn’t seem to sound malicious but they were firm in their decision.

Lucky woke up in her bed, safe and sound. She popped awake and threw off the covers that held her there. She scrambled off, expecting the man to still be there but he wasn’t. She blinked rapidly before realizing her contacts were still in therefore confirming everything she had experienced was real. Racing towards her bathroom, she tore off the shirt she had on to examine what had been done. There wasn’t any hint of lacerations, just smooth areas where a scar would have been. She looked at the shirt in her hand and realized that it was the one that she had been wearing in her supposed dream. She dropped it in a panic as if it had bit her and scrambled out of the bathroom. 

There was only one person she could tell this to but after several minutes of searching, Lucky could not find her phone to call Laoise with. However, there was a way she could record it so it didn’t slip from her mind. Grumbling, Lucky rummaged about her room for something to write with. Finally finding a notebook, she started to write down everything she could and as she looked back on it--she felt herself calming down. After several minutes and the right hand cramping, Lucky finished recording everything and got properly dressed. 

It was over the cup of hot coffee that she realized what it was she actually wrote. 

It didn’t make any sense. Her very mind was warring with all of her common sense but there was the whisper of what if. That same whisper that seemed to get her out of a lot of things and gradually earned her the nickname Lucky. She couldn’t ignore her gut feelings but she could figure out what actually happened. Whether or not it was a dream, she had lost many hours of her life in that confusion and needed to know. 

A sudden knock startled her out of her thoughts. Lucky kept quiet in hopes that they would go away but the pounding on her door grew. Finally she got up and answered the door, only to find several men in some suits and one or two in regular street wear. 

“Miss Leonora Grant?” The one closest held up a badge and offered a wry smile. Lucky only stared at them, trying to figure out if the badge was real. “We need your assistance with an investigation and have determined that you are in danger. Could you come with us please?”

“Wait...what??” 

The man sighed and repeated himself, even providing a number to call to verify that they were who they were. Her gut was screaming at her not to go but if they had any answers, she needed to find out what happened.