“ i michin jis-iya.” You muttered stumbling a little when a carriage sped past you on the street and running over when you recognized Seunghyun’s face under one of the top hats but the closer you got the slower you moved until it was more like a flirting stroll than a run. You came to a stop holding out a book to him.“You will like this one.” You told Seunghyun handing him a leather bound book as the two of you walked down the cobblestoned road from the school.“Are you so sure about me that you know what kinds of books I read now?” He joked with a smile.“Its poetry. All sad people like poetry. Which is why that came out of my personal library.” You told him proudly like you might have spoken when you were younger… before becoming a widowed school teacher. Seunghyun had a way with you that no man rightly should have after what you’d been through but here you were falling for him. Almost like your first love had never happened.“Are you going to the banquet tonight?” Seunghyun asked looking away from the scrawl on the cover to meet your eyes.“Are you asking as my student or as a man would ask a woman?” You came to a stop tilting the parasol back and looking up at him. He was so tall and proper to be as young as he said he was.“Both.” He replied.“As your teacher I have to remind you that this can never-mmm…. happen.” The words were cut of when he kissed you but you stumbled through them when it was over barely managing to keep your breath steady.“Fine then I am asking you as a woman. Will you meet me tonight?” His hands were still on your face searching for the answer himself when you wouldn’t give it and he just smiled before letting you go and disappearing in the opposite direction at the blink of an eye and the space between breaths. Fast enough that you wondered if you hadn’t gone mad imagining a student in that manner. You climbed up the steps to your door coughing and touched a glved hand to your lips pulling back blood. Consumption part of your brain registered but there was a knock on the door and the sound of Seunghyun’s voice.
“Seunghyun, I promised you I would be there… Who are you?” A man you didn’t recognize was at the door and you stepped back…. The time jumped and you were stuck off to the side watching this woman, Elizabeth die at the hands of this monster. You felt bile rise up in your stomach and ran to the front door trying to get as far away from the scene behind you as possible.
The new time period had to be around the late seventies because there was the sound of disco music beating up from the floor below and you seemed to be winding down from a party, not to mention the ugly wallpaper. Seungri came up behind you sliding his hands down your arms in a gentle brush his white suit a stark contrast from your dark dress.

“Vous ne pouvez pas continuer à faire ça.” You spoke moaning when you felt his kiss on the back of your neck. French? When had you learned French? You thought trying to take control of your body, but even though you were there, this wasn’t you. Just like the other times. That thought was cemented when you saw your reflection in the window. His features were exactly the same but eyes like emeralds and auburn hair that barely brushed your shoulders greeted you when you looked where she was standing.
“ Si vous voulez que je vous arrête auriez pas fait ce bruit, Marguerite.” He murmured in your ear as you turned to face him.
“ oui, je suppose que vous avez raison Seungri.” You said smiling before you kissed him lacing your fingers in his hair. He pulled away from the kiss and smiled at her. This felt different even though his fangs were exposed. Not predatory but the kind of look that you gave a loved one.
“Je t'aime tellement.” He said and kissed your hair wrapping you in a warm embrace.
“ Je t'aime aussi.” you replied. The scene changed yet again and you were watching the two of them as Seungri stood over the brown haired woman with what was left of her blood dribbling down her neck. Seungri looked heartbroken, disgusted and furious when Jiyong came up beside him.
“I couldn’t protect her, Jiyong. I told her everything. Moved in with her and he still took her from me. What did She do to deserve this?” Seungri demanded.
“I told you before. Play all you want but love with us ends just like this. Did you forget what happened to me and the Italian or what happened when YB and Kang fell for that girl in Alabama so easily? And about the teacher Seunghyun pined after from London? We either kill them or he does. There is no way out of this.” Jiyong swiped a finger down across the open wound and stuck it in his mouth smiling at the sweet taste noticing something vaguely familiar about it then frowning when he saw the hurt in his friends eyes.
“Al-a Jiyong but you’re wrong about one thing. There is a way out of this…” He told his friend.
“What you’re talking about… Don’t even think it Seungri. They will take your head for killing one of our own. We can’t touch him and we can’t go to the council without the support of the coven. He has us cornered here Ri.”
“No! He has you cornered! I could kill him without a second thought and the only reason I had left to live is laying right over there!” Seungri pointed to the bed. Jiyong flinched and looked like he’d been punched in the stomach when he heard that. Seungri was his closest friend next to Youngbae and he was talking about throwing his life away over some human like none of that mattered.
“I’m sorry Jiyong-ah. We should call Youngbae to help clean this up.” Seungri refused to look as Marguerite’s green eyes glassed over and winced as she let out her last breath before walking out of the door and slamming it shut behind him. Part of you wanted to follow and comfort him but when you tried to move Jiyong turned around and looked dead into your eyes with a sick grin on his face and a finger to his lips urging you to stay silent.
You woke with a start in a cold sweat and breathing heavily, looking around and relaxing when you felt the cold but softly familiar duvet of your own bed. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes but noticed something off about the light coming through the window like it was a little too dark. You looked up in time to see a formless shadow disappear from the frame and you scrambled back hitting your head on the headboard and letting out a small curse before turning on the lamp and putting on your glasses so you could see the room around you clearly but there was nothing… just the furniture and the sound of one of the girls going to the fridge for a snack and grumbling about how there wasn’t any food. You’d have to go to the grocery shopping in the morning before you visited your Halmeoni and stopped by the school to register for the next semester. You slumped back in the bed cursing yourself for the crazy ass dreams you’d been having lately and not . This one had been different in the other dreams you hadn’t been able to get trough to or be seen by any of them before but you were almost positive that Jiyong had seen you this time. It wasn’t the first time you had dreamed of Marguerite either but it was the first time you had ever seen her with Seungri and definitely the first time you had dreamed of her death. Carina, Adeline and now Marguerite. How did Big Bang have anything to do with them. They were just dreams. Made up women from made up times. You couldn’t sleep again after that instead hopped up throwing on your work out clothes and headed out the door aiming for the market up the road with your music pounding in your ears. It was a remix of several artists that a dj had downloaded for you a few weeks back when he’d visited.

************************************Seungri POV***********************************
If he had to say anything that he missed from before it was sleep. He didn’t remember much but he remembered being able to rest and not be able to think for a while. He didn’t know why he’d been thinking of Marguerite recently. Maybe it was what Youngbae had said the other night. Maybe it was the way Y/n was just as volatile and vibrant as Marguerite had ever been and how her grey eyes seemed to hold the same intensity as Marguerite’s green one’s had. He knew the guys were annoyed that he’d blown it the other night but Seungri was still wondering how she had done it. No one ever was able to resist his compulsion… ever and yet she’d brushed it and him off like nothing. He’d been wandering around all night trying to figure it out and still come up with nothing and now it was just after sunrise and he was walking back to his apartment from a hiking trail taking a side road that led him through a lower middle class neighborhood. He usually picked up a girl to share the morning with or just cleared his mind up there on the nights when something was bothering him. It helped sometimes but it was useless to try and figure this out on his own and he knew it. He would have to visit Yang if he wanted answers.
“Jenjang.” Seungri muttered and ran a hand across his face. there was a woman jogging straight for him without looking in a pair of shorts and a blue hoodie with music blasting out of her headphones. At first he was going to move but then where would the fun in that be? He kept walking in the same path until the soft thud of her body on his let him know the plan had worked.

“Mianhaeyo I am so clumsy sometimes.” She apologized a little loudly because of the music.
“Ani. It was my fau… Y/n?” Seungri was going to play it off but when he recognized your face the pretenses dropped.

“Mwo? Seungri-shhi? What are you doing here?” You looked like you wanted to put your headphones back in and run away for a split second then it changed to cold annoyance. He had to admire that about you. You didn’t back down from them. Most people knew that they were predators and given the chance they ran or gave them their space. You not only stayed your ground but stood up to him too. It was fascinating. The guys were definitely right. If he could get you to fall into the trap this would be the best hunt they’d had in years.
“Heading home. What about you?” He asked tilting his head.

“None of your business.” You bit back choosing to fight instead of run.

“Wae? Huh? Just because I said that I saw you break that bastard’s wrist you are angry with me? I would have….” Seungri cut himself off trying to prevent himself from getting angry and revealing his predatory side to you as his eyes flared at the added emotion.
“Look we started this all wrong can we please act like this is the first time we’ve met?” He ran a hand across his face like he was tired and you let out a sigh.
“ beolgeum. We will try it your way.” You said figuring that if you wanted to find out what these dreams meant you were going to have to get close to them.

“Seungri.” He introduced smiling easily. It was the kind of smile he’d given to the girl in your dream before she’d been found dead in a pool of her own blood. You cringed.

“Y/n.”
“I thought your friend called you Alex at the club.” He mused.
“It’s my first name.” You replied and sat the headphones down around your neck resigning yourself to the walk with him. You could still hear the music easily but for a moment it seemed like he could too because of how he was bobbing his head in a similar way to the beat.
“what are you doing?” You asked slightly amused.
“You should really turn those down.” He replied shrugging it off.
“If I turn them any lower they won’t be playing. You’re telling me you can hear this?” You said skeptically.

“Can you?” He countered.
“Nan…. um… ani.” You stumbled out. cursing yourself for the obvious lie. he moved around you and caused you to fall back into an angle where the only thing holding you up was his arm around your back.
“You know for this to work you are going to have to trust me and stop lying, you are terrible at it. Annyeong.” he said returning you to a standing position before walking away. That ought to get her attention. He thought smugly.
“Ugh I don’t have time for this eongtoli.” You muttered before heading in the opposite direction. One thing was for sure this wasn’t over.

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After splitting off from Seungri you’d picked up the groceries and were now headed out to Halmeoni Park’s house so that you could take her to the doctor’s appointment but as you arrived your mother called your phone.
“Annyeong Eomma. eotteohge halu yeossda?”
“Alexandra, could you please speak English? Or slow down. It has been a while since I have heard Korean in this house.” Your mom asked and you could hear the smile in her voice.
“I thought I was. How did you handle dating appa if you two couldn’t understand each other that well?” You commented and shrugged your shoulders not that she could see it then adjusted your earbuds as they tried to fall out.
“Love doesn’t have a language, babygirl, you know that.” She replied and you could practically hear your father’s voice as she repeated his favorite saying.

“How was your day mom?” You asked again in English swallowing the knot in your throat.
“Good. Your Grandmother has a doctor’s appointment today right?” She asked and you could hear the faint sound of cooking in the background.
“Yep. What you cooking?” You asked as you twisted the key in the knob.

“Alfredo. Had a craving.” She said and your stomach made an involuntary rumble reminding you that you hadn’t eaten.
“ugh no fair you know that is my favorite.” You whined a little bit.

“nae jib e geu sseulegileul malhaji anhneunda.” Halmeoni Park wandered through to the kitchen and poured a glass of juice.

“Ne Halmeoni. We are leaving in just a moment.” You replied barely able to contain the laughter when your mom scoffed.
“Did she just say what I think she did? Old bat calls you all the way to Korea and expects you not to speak your birth language and I thought they were all about heritage. She couldn’t even be bothered to fly out when your father passed away.” you couldn’t contain your laughter that time because your mom’s accent got thicker and your grandmother was grumbling about pretty much the same thing in the background saying that you were Korean and her Korean granddaughter should speak the language of her Korean family not that American rubbish and how your father would be rolling in his grave.
“Eomma I have to go Halmeoni’s appointment is in less than an hour and if we don’t leave now we will be caught in traffic.” You told her in Korean since your Halmeoni was still in earshot.

“Alright. call me when you can.” She replied.

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“Park Hyun-Ae.” A nurse came out and called for your grandmother. You tried to help her up but she wasn’t having any of it.
“Hajima, I can do it myself. I am not broken.” She said swatting at you so you just stepped out of the way and let her do it her way. The nurse took her back and you sat back down. There was never any telling how long this would take so might as well get comfortable. After a few minutes of sitting there a baby started wailing in its mother’s arms behind you. You dug around in your purse only to realize your headphones were no where to be found.
“Shit.” You muttered and tried to ignore the sound. It only got louder and the mother didn’t make a move to stop it. You have got to be kidding me. You thought and stood up when there was no sign that your grandmother would be leaving the doctor any time soon. There was a courtyard to the left and you made a break for it reveling in the silence as soon as the door closed behind you. You heard a light chuckle from a wall to the side and jumped a little.

“Too loud? Hey you are that waitress from the other night aren’t you. At my club.” T.O.P was standing right next to the door and smoking a cigarette like it didn’t matter that he was standing at a hospital entrance.
“A bit. Do you mind putting that out? And don’t talk about the club here.” You asked gesturing to the cigarette as he took another drag from it. He chuckled a little and shook his head but put the cigarette out.

“That was your Halmeoni in there?” He asked gesturing to the door that led back in the waiting room/
“Ne. What about you why are you here?” You asked skeptically.
“Friend of mine works here.” He hedged and you rolled your eyes.
He was telling the truth but not all of it and you still didn’t trust any of them.

“You should really learn to trust us. If not us then at least Seungri if you plan on working at his clu-”

“Shhh. Shhh. Shhh.” Your hand was on his mouth with enough force to knock him back against the wall as the sound of the gears clicking in the door knob. He hadn’t even had time to block it which should have been impossible with his ability.
“Park Y/n. What are you doing out here?” Your grandmother hobbled out of the door looking around for you when she caught sight of Seunghyun with your hand covering his mouth. You saw the thought cross her mind as soon as it came to her.
“ nuguseyo?” She asked and gestured to the idol who still had your hand on his mouth. You felt him smirk beneath your palm then jerked your hand back with a glare.
“He’s just someone I know from the cafe Halmeoni. What did the doctor say?”

“It is nice to meet you ma’am. Choi Seunghyun ibnida. Cafe?” Seunghyun bowed to your grandmother then turned his focus to you and asked teasingly.
“Ne. The cafe where I work. Halmeoni, I have a shift in an hour and still have to stop by the school we should get you home.” You gritted out. It wasn’t a total lie you did work at a cafe but you also worked at the club and your grandmother didn’t need to know that.
“Are you close with my granddaughter?” She was completely ignoring you and focused on the man beside you.
“Ani. He is just a friend that I haven’t seen in a while.” You refuted shaking your head.

“Ne. We are close friends.” Seunghyun said at the same time. You scoffed in disbelief. First Seungri this morning and now this. What was it with these guys. Something in your perfume?
“Halmeoni. Seunghyun-sshi is busy as well and waiting for someone. You go on to the car and I will be there shortly.” You said walking her away from the idol and making sure she got into the car before rushing back over to him.
“What the heck is your problem? I don’t know how it is here but back home we don’t lie to little old ladies about ‘being close’ with their grandbabies.” You whispered harshly switching to English because you knew your grandmother even if she heard wouldn’t be able to understand you.
“Bogi, it doesn’t even matter. Tell Seungri other than work don’t come around me and tell Youngbae to stay away from Lilly, alda. She leaves in two weeks the last thing I need is her getting mauled by your fans before I send her home to Mrs. Hudson.”
“And what about me? You don’t think I could be a threat?” His voice was smooth like velvet and you were struck by how handsome he really was but you also felt off like it was a trick of the light.
“What about you? You don’t scare me because I don’t interest you. I’ll be leaving first.” Seunghyun blinked because he could have sworn your eyes turned a reflective silver like liquid mercury but they were back to grey before he had time to process it and you were halfway to the car.
“Dodaeche museun il?” He muttered.
*************************************Seungri POV*********************************
Seungri was pacing outside of Yang’s office. He hated that the vampire made him nervous. Ever since the Problems with that other sired vampire came along he hated Yang. Period. Yang’s greed and power hungry side knew no bounds and because of it there was more than one bitten running around over the centuries that hadn’t been able to handle immortality with their sanity intact. Seungri was one of the lucky ones. Having your brain function expanded from 10% to 100% in the span of minutes wasn’t something that should happen to just anyone. It was the reason that most coven leaders watched and trained their converts for months before the bite ever happened.

There were rules and Yang broke them as he pleased. He was just good at covering it up. That was until he turned Him. Seungri never forgave Yang for that, not after Marguerite lost her life. He hadn’t even spoken to Yang since that day the four of them were kicked out. He usually left the talking to the others but after meeting Y/n what choice did he have? He needed answers and Yang was the oldest vampire he knew.
“Seungri are you going to come in or are you content to pace a hole in the floor?” A nasally voice came through the door. A human wouldn’t have heard it. Then again, a human didn’t need to. Seungri pushed open the door and walked in nerves turning into disdain when his eyes met the frog like features of the vamp in front of him.
“Well?” Hyun Suk asked bridging his fingers in as he leaned on his elbows and scrutinizing Seungri’s every breath.
“Look I’m no more happy to be in your office than you are to have me here but I have a question and you are the only one I know that might have an answer for me.” Seungri blurted.
“And what makes you think I will give it to you even if I have it.” Yang asked smugly.
“Because I know why you turned me and that other vampire. And I know what the council would do to you if they found out you turned the last living members of your bloodline.” Seungri replied with a smug smirk of his own

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