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Vampire!WWX AU where LWJ sells his blood to the vampire blood bank to get extra money. It's simple, almost painless, and quick. It doesn't cover all of his expenses, but its worth it. That is, until he gets the attention of a vampire whose name is known to everyone: Yiling Laozu.
(this threadfic is going to have nfsw scenes more towards the end. Also some Identity P0rn. Let's go.)
LWJ is standing on the rooftop of Mian Mian's building when he hears his phone buzz. He doesn't check it. He came up here to get some peace and quiet from the birthday party going on at full volume downstairs, and checking his phone is nothing near peaceful.
He wants the quiet, the silence, the cold of the night. He wants to look up at the moon and forget where he is. He wants to tune out from the rest of the world, and pretend he's the only person in it. He can't. Because there's a man on the rooftop with him.
LWJ can't see his face. The man is standing in a dark, unlit corner of the rooftop, while LWJ is standing under a bright light. The man has his body turned to him, but LWJ can't discern anything about his features. What he can discern, however, is how much /noise/ the man makes.
He keeps stomping his feet to the beat of an imaginary song, and his nails must be a little long, because they tap-tap-tap on his phone as he types. Occasionaly, he raises his head in LWJ's direction, humming a melody under his breath. LWJ wonders if he's a singer.
Shaking his head, LWJ picks up his phone. It's an email from the blood bank. He frowns. Thats weird. He was just there today, selling his blood. He doesn't usually get feedback, or even check-ins from them. They get what they need, inject the healing serum on him, and let him go.
When he opens it, he's shocked to find it's a proposal. "You have been selected as a special provider for a very prestigious client! The Yiling Laozu has chosen you to be a part of his regular colaborators!" LWJ raises an eyebrow when he sees the name.
Very few vampire names are known amongst humans, but the Yiling Laozu is one of them. He's the one who originated the blood bank in the first place, and he's the one who created the healing serum they give to humans after they sell their blood.
The serum is said to be made from vampire's saliva, and it helps the body to restock blood faster after a huge draw. LWJ keeps reading. "As a personal colaborator, you will be asked to sell blood exclusively to your patron, at least two times a week.
Your reward is that each visit to the bank will earn you 5 times what you are currently earning. If you accept, the bank will provide a chat link between you and your patron, so that better arrangements can be made. Your anonimity will still be preserved."
5 times what he's getting paid? LWJ's eyes widen. And two times a week, too, instead of the annoying "once every two weeks" the blood bank forces him to stick to. He doesn't even have to think about it.
He knows the bank takes the anonimity thing seriously. They even have technology that allows them to mask the scent of a human's blood before giving it to the vampire, to keep them from chasing after them in real life. Technology that was, again, created by the Yiling Laozu.
In the end, it's too much money to refuse. LWJ accepts the deal, and sends the email back. "Hey," a voice says by LWJ's side, and he manages not to jump only from having years of discipline as a child. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!"
LWJ turns to see a man around his age stepping into the lamplight. He has long hair, full red lips, and the posture of someone who has been losing sleep for the past... 10 years. And he's beautiful. No. Not just beautiful. He's almost impossibly handsome. "You didn't." LWJ says.
"Good!" the man says. "I was wondering, do you have a portable charger? It's just, I'm waiting for a text, and my phone died." The man seems a little jittery, as if he had too much sugar to eat. LWJ notices his nails really are a little long, almond style, and painted black.
LWJ does have a charger, but he hesitates in giving it to him. He doesn't know how much longer he can get away with staying here, away from the party. But then again, this could be the perfect excuse of why he took so long to come back. "Here," he gives the man the charger.
"You're saving my life," the man smiles, and LWJ has to rearrange what his idea of impossibly handsome was a second ago, because clearly THIS is it. "Thank you...?" "Lan Zhan," he says. In the moonlit night, the man's smile widens, and even seems a little sharp. "Wei Ying."
The man puts the charger in his phone as if his life depends on it, then sighs heavily and throws his weight on the railing by his side. "That was close" he turns to LWJ with a smirk. "And what about you? Are you from around here? I've never seen you before."
LWJ looks at him. Oh. He wants to talk. "I came here to get some peace and quiet" LWJ says pointedly. "Ha. Good luck with that, with the party the neighbours have going on," WWX laughs. "I can feel the vibrations from here," he taps his foot on the floor. LWJ can't hear anything.