Nadiya

Summary

it's a teaser to see if I should publish the full version, it a slight fan fic with kpop elements in it for only a moment (BTS) An African American woman turns into a vampire during the bleakest moments of American history, then a present day where she travels to Korea to teach English, but discovers the world of k pop and falls for a k pop idol (Jung Hoseok), and spends most of the book trying to turn him, but he loves her anyway and the others like her as well.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

teaser

The vampire hid in plain view, she been around for hundreds of years a true baby vampire, she was created during the bleakest times of American history, after slavery during Jim Crow, she was wondering the grasslands of the Midlands of Texas trying to make it to a “nicer” part of America when she came across a pale man with eyes as green as the trees in the forests of the Eastern part of Washington, somewhere America’s manifest destiny was yet to reach, he smirked at her with a thirst she could tell wasn’t lust it was something new to her eyes. The thirst of her flesh isn’t something she’s new to it is rather funny how blacks are viewed as animals yet white men are the most creature like human she has ever come across, but the one before her wasn’t creature like he was almost god-like standing 6’5 mid build cheekbones and a very pointy chin.


She’s used to having to seduce a white man for a warm bed for the night or other needs of a human, but his touch was cold his stare was warm a faux warmth that only a vampire can produce, at all of 19 she was turned into the undied, she was forced into the darkness which is funny because as a vampire most think of pale skin, for her it was different, her skin became vibrant and golden almost. She stood 5’5 muscular but in a feminine way, she was a house slave, as she conned the Master into taking her in through her wildes, she went so far as to kill off the Mistress, by means of the house cook. She could have full rein, even before she was a vampire, Joni, as her slave name was, was cunning and slippery, which isn’t far from the lineage she is from in Africa, her mother was the daughter of a captured war Princess that was recaptured by the white slavers on the Ivory Coast 50 or so years ago, the man who stood before her asked in a thick Atlanta accent, and clothing that was all to showy for someone whos not of money so she stood to hear what he had to say.


He touched her copper flesh, he’s touch was cold as a winter in the Russian Tundra his deep green eyes pierced through her as she was not the cunning woman she was she was instead reduced to a blinking bumbling girl his eyes entranced her, the touch he gave sends her heart into a triple time beat, the high she felt from just a touch she couldn’t wait for whatever he had in store for her, the bite wasn’t like it usually seen by moviegoers it wasn't sexual or menacing, it was calming relaxing even thought her blood rushed into his mouth as Joni felt it rush from her, her eyes glowed her light brown eyes shifted or a second to a bright yellow like the lights of a thousand tiny fireflies and she felt like she was spinning the ground wasn’t beneath her at this point , the clouds where so close she could reach out and touch them, her eyes were fixated on the dark blue of the sky that was just above the pinkish yellow view of the last light of her last sun light, not that she remembers it. Most vampires will tell you the remember they last sight of the sun on the day before vampirism took them to the darkness, but Joni traveled at night the last rays of the sunshine is all she ever saw.