onthethruway01

Title: The Unholy Trio Chapter 29: Adventure

Author: onthethruway01

Genre: het, horror, angst

Length: chapter 29 of?

Rating: G

Pairing: Yoochun x female oc

Summary: three unnatural creatures find solace in each others company

A/N: this is short and different. It came to me while I was in the shower. Yeah, I’m weird…any way, it’s a flashback; a little back story, if you will.

She always wanted to go to the big city despite the danger. The others told her not to go, but curiosity got the better of her. She disguised herself; folded up her wings and donned human garb to hide her true self. Leaving the safety of the greenwood, she travelled the road and set off on her adventure. Hiding in the back of a horse drawn cart she lay still until it reached its destination.

London.

The little fairy could not have imagined the size and scope of the city. Yes, the countryside was vast and wide, but nothing could have prepared her for the hustle and bustle of the London streets.

She meandered the alley ways, soaking up the sights and sounds that flooded her brain. Her head filled with their voices; she could hear their thoughts; such was the way of her kind. Some would call it a gift; others a curse.

“They are so angry,” she said to herself; “so sad.”

She pouted and went about her wandering, her thoughts confusing her.

“I’m not sure I like the big city.”

Her confusion was put aside as her stomach began to rumble. It was getting late, and she was hungry. The little fairy noticed that people used coin to purchase food, but she had no money. In the greenwood, nature provided for the faerie folk.

As the sun set, she grew weary, her hunger and thirst making her weak. She came across an old woman selling apples from a tiny cart.

Unable to withstand her hunger, she stole a piece of fruit and ran; the old woman cursing her.

She did not get far.

Strong arms caught her and held her tightly. A hand muffled her cries as she struggled.

“Be silent,” a deep and raspy voice told her; he squeezed her tightly; her head buried in his chest; strong heart thudding in her ear.

The little fairy swallowed hard and panicked as she recognized his scent; a scent that brought fear to her kind. It was unmistakable.

Nosferatu.

“That was naughty of you to steal that apple,” he told her.

He loosened his grip on her and she staggered backwards.

“I won’t hurt you,” he told her; arms outstretched; a cane in one hand, a handkerchief in the other. He walked forward and wiped her face with the fine, linen cloth.

The fairy stared at the handkerchief; a small YC embroidered upon it.

“Keep it,” he told her, and she grabbed it with her greedy hands.

“No more stealing,’ he scolded her. Take this money and pay the old woman.”

He handed the fairy some coin and her eyes grew wide as saucers.

“Go on now, pay her.”

The fairy went back to the old woman who scowled at the unkempt child.

“Sorry,” the girl mumbled as she handed the old woman more than what the apple was worth.

The Nosferatu tipped his hat to the old woman who curtsied and went back to her apple cart.

The fairy girl started to walk away but the Nosferatu caught up with her.

“You’re not from here are you?”

The fairy took a bite of her apple and shook her head.

“You should go home. It’s not safe here.”

The fairy looked up at the Nosferatu and wondered why he had not recognized her scent. Like all unnatural and magical creatures, the fairy emitted an intoxicating odor. Perhaps the fiend had already fed that night and was too full to even notice how good she smelled.

She was insulted.

His deep and raspy voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Go home now, child before you get into serious trouble.”

He walked away and she watched as he melted in to the shadows, her eyes never leaving him until he disappeared from site.

“Nosferatu,” she whispered under her breath; “pretty Nosferatu.”

Making her way to the outskirts of the city, she held the embroidered cloth in her hands and smiled.

“YC,” she read the initials out loud; “YC.”

She would never forget him.