If Looks Could Kill

Introduction

It usually worked faster but today the serum wasn't working fast enough even though he had taken a second lot after his initial dose before leaving home and Tae was losing patience. He hated days like this, the sun was shining and the hospital orderly was walking around like he didn't have a care in the world. His scent was bothering Tae more than ever and he was proving to be very inconvenient. Life wasn't like Twilight, that book had been written by an old school vampire to throw mere mortals off the scent that a supernatural world exists. It had only given people the wrong impression though and now they expected people like Tae to sparkle like diamonds in the sunlight, not burst into flames... which he would definitely do if it wasn't for the serum he drinks to make living in daylight possible.

Not all vampires could take the serum, some couldn't afford it because they didn't have jobs, some didn't know a decent warlock, some were just happy to live in the dark. There was a huge market for it and many vampires had died (again) because of bootleg varieties made by trainee witches or vampires who were simply stupid. Thankfully, Tae knew two warlocks who were close friends of his, that were practically his parents, so getting his hands on the serum wasn't an issue but right now, he could tear them both apart because it was taking too long to work. He wasn't sure how he was expected to perform his job as the professional that he was when that stench crept through his system like the smell of sewage in a dirty street.

It was the end of his shift at the hospital, he had operated on various types of people and now he wanted to go home but that orderly was in the corridor and his scent was killing Tae, who was shut away in a room trying to put a door between them. The room was small and he had nowhere to run, it was probably stupid to have entered the room close to the staff room because now it occurred to him that the staff room was probably the orderly's next port of call. Hindsight was a luxury and it was of no use to him right now when he simply had to grit his teeth and wait until he could fly out of the door and away from the hospital. He couldn't fathom why the stench was so potent today and he had to presume that his friends had given him a faulty batch of serum.

The day he first noticed the overwhelming smell, he had thought he was going crazy and had phoned Namjoon to ask if he'd given him the correct serum. It was almost suffocating and he had been sick in the staff toilets, which had made him feel worse because he was never sick. The serum took the edge off of it after that day, he thought Namjoon and Jin had worked their magic and the stench was mostly bearable, most of the time.

It had taken him a while to find out which member of staff was beating up his senses and now he tried to avoid Jeon Jungkook at all costs. The problem being that he was everywhere, as an orderly, he covered most of the hospital, unfortunately.

**

"It's that same guy! I swear my life would be easier if I ripped his throat out!" Tae had made it out of the hospital and into the underground restaurant that his best friend, Hobi owned.

"You won't rip his throat out because you wouldn't have anything to complain about." Hobi was the vampire who had everything going for him. 200 years ago he was a famous dancer, travelling the world and then, one day he ran into trouble when he went for an audition and the guy running it, bit him. The vampire who bit him wanted a whole production where all the cast were actual vampires so auditioned and chose wisely, forgetting that perhaps the auditionee might have wanted a say in it.

Everything Hobi did turned out well so he had worked his way through every profession known to man... this year he was a chef and had opened up his own restaurant. It was mainly a place where vampires, warlocks, witches and the odd fairy could relax but sometimes a 'bean' would show up.

Over the years, humans have been called lots of things but 'beans' stuck when the high warlock was giving his annual speech and declared human beans a semi protected species. No one dared to correct him and humans, mere mortals, became beans from that moment.