Nov 11, 2011 22:06
A.N: This is only half a chapter cause that is all i can give you for now. I'm having a serious writers block and I'm about to die writing the last one and a half chapters. Thought I should give you something to wait with until I'm done properly with this chapter. Thank you for being so patient. I LOVE YOU GUYS.
“So what you mean, is that you lost him in his own apartment?” Jiyong’s voice low with barely contained rage. Chaerin could only him a single now, not trusting herself to say anything for the fear that she might set Jiyong off. She had not seen him like this since Jina. She wanted to say sorry, that she was careless and selfish but when she opened her mouth to speak, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around to see Bom sullen and shaking her head, signalling Chaerin that now was not the right time. The rest of them stood around the room quietly, no one moved or made a sound when Jiyong suddenly stood up, his fists clenched at his sides.
“We’re gonna find them and kill those fucking bastards.”
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His body was aching in places he didn’t know existed. He was blinking but he could not see anything. Nothing, to hint at where he might be.
Seungri shuddered, there was something terribly wrong about the whole situation. There was something wrong about his sore wrists and the fact that his feet could not touch the ground.
His ears twitched, hearing something that might help telling him where he was. Footsteps, approaching him. But it only added on to the list that was terribly wrong. It was as if the feet barely touched the ground and a dark presence was slowly heading towards him. Seungri’s body stiffened when the familiar smell of the alley invaded this nose. The smell of decay and disease.
“You’re awake.” The voice made his blood run cold. It was the same vampire from the alley that tried to hurt him, and this time, he had no where to run.
Seungri parted his lips to give her a smart mouthed comment and found out that he lost his voice. Just how long was he knocked out for?
His skin crawled when he felt her touching him.
“You humiliated me, boy.” Wincing as she clawed down his arms that were bought together from the ceiling by what he assumed were chains by the way it rattled while he struggled against it. “Now it’s time for you to pay.”
Seungri braced himself for the blow that never came. Instead, he heard someone’s body slammed up against the wall, followed by the sickening sound of bones breaking. Before he registered what was happening, his blindfold was taken off and he was staring into blood red eyes.
“You must be the little human that Jiyong got himself involved in.” A smirk showed off his sharp fangs. “I’m Junhyung, the reason why you’re here today.”
Seungri tried to figure out who he was but nothing came to his head. He scanned the room to look for a way out when he saw a bloody heap at the corner of the room. He turned his head away from the bloody sight.
Junhyung turned his head slightly to see what Seungri was looking at and released a low chuckle. “Don’t mind Sori, she’s used to it. It’ll teach her a lesson or two about failing me.”
Seungri furrowed his eyebrows, these vampires were entirely different from the ones that he had gotten to know so well. They seemed do violent and cold blooded. It was as if no one else matters but themselves.
Junhyung opened his mouth his mouth to say something but was interrupted by another vampire. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, it was obvious that the hated being interrupted. “What is it Nickhun?”
The one named Nickhun bowed his head low before speaking. “He got the message.” And he promptly left, but not before dragging Sori out from there.
A slow smile crept up Junhyung’s face that made Seungri want to curl up into a ball and hide for a few decades. His eyes widened when the vampire pulled out a dagger and trailed it down Seungri’s arm, drawing blood. The vampire took a huge breath, inhaling the scent of his blood. Virgin blood.
“He’ll come won’t he?” Junhyung said, twirling the dagger in his fingers, black blood dripping all over the edges and all over the hilt.
Seungri could only whimper in response, praying to whatever god there is out there that Jiyong wouldn’t come save him. But who was he kidding? Of course Jiyong would have to come and save him! He would come in like a knight in shining armour and kick the creepy vampire’s ass all the way to the sun where he can burn for all eternity while he and Jiyong can live happily ever after. So he redirected his prayers to make Jiyong stronger and save him like a good boyfriend should.
Junhyung watched Seungri in the midst of his prayers and laughed to himself. “I’m trying to be patient here, but your fear makes you smell so mouth watering.”
Junhyung raised his dagger, the blade gleaming in the light and made Seungri squeeze his eyes shut, bracing for the moment where he will see his maker, as well as his parents.
“Don’t you fucking touch him!” A faraway voice cried out. Seungri opened his eyes and beamed, it was Jiyong. “I’m here, it’s over. Leave him alone!”
Junhyung clucked his tongue in disapproval and flung his dagger at the blonde vampire, striking him in the shoulder. “Do you think it’s fair to let him live without his mate? I once had a heart too you know?” Jiyong keened, whether it was in pain or from how ridiculous Junhyung’s words sounded, he couldn’t distinguish.
“Besides,” Junhyung shrugged, wiping Seungri’s blood on his coat. “It’s been quite a while since I had a feed. Virgin blood always does the trick.”
The thought of it made Jiyong’s blood boil and launched himself at Junhyung but the latter was too fast for him, taking Jiyong’s arm in his hand and slamming his body to the ground.
“It’s you.” Jiyong growled, a shadow of familiarity cloaking up his subconscious as he looked into those eyes, back to that day long ago.
“You made me like this!” He hissed, the venom that he’d saved up for more than a century building up in his vocal chords. “Then you killed Jina.”
Junhyung smiled eerily, the hold he had on Jiyong’s bicep tightening as he forced him harder to the ground. “Well, well. Quite a memory you got there. I’m surprised you didn’t realise it earlier.”
Jiyong winced, hiding it by the hatred he let out on his lower lip. “This is the first time i managed to look at your fucking face, couldn’t quite analyze it while you were sucking me dry.”
Junhyung laughed, raising Jiyong inches off the ground with just one hand, then slamming him against the brick wall a few feet away. “You know, i still don’t know how you didn’t die.” He said, laughter absent and replaced with a scowl. “How the fuck did you survive? I didn’t want you to live either way.”
“You tell me.” Jiyong smirked, which only angered Junhyung further so as to throw him on the ground again.
“Well I’ll tell you something you little shit." Junhyung said, eyes glowing red and sending shivers up Jiyong’s spine- he could never forget that day.
“I watched you, back when you were a mere mortal and something inside me wanted to get rid of you, snap you like a twig, draining your life out of you until you were nothing but road kill.”
Jiyong swiftly got to his feet, jaw set for anything Junhyung had up his sleeve, hiding his surprise and disgust behind his pride. He didn’t dare falter, and he subtly realise what his old girlfriend’s fate had been.
“I aimed and i did manage to kill you.” He growled. “But there was something about you, something that made me back off and run. I couldn’t feed for days and I could not find a fucking answer why this happened!”
“Did you think that I wanted to kill off your mate because I hated her?” Jiyong’s eyes widened and his hands began to tremble. “Fuck, I killed her to torture you with your stupid emotional breakdown.” Junhyung laughing, seeing his face contort at his own ignorance. His sorrow painted all over his pretty features, his dead heart bleeding with realization reflecting in his obsidian eyes.
Jiyong gulped, and Junhyung pressed a thumb over his Adam’s apple to prevent it. “I’ve been watching. I’ve been watching your every move, and I know that you can’t live without that human.”
Junhyung took a deep breath, his head tilting back as if he was sniffing out something delicious and heartbreakingly pleasurable. “That wonderful virgin boy that you’ve been hanging around with, how can you not drain him dry?”
The finger on his throat burning and suffocating, and with one hand, he ripped Junhyung’s clamp on his throat and punched him in the face. “I have self control, you jealous of that?”
Junhyung loudly cracked his neck back into place as a thick silence fell between them and Jiyong added the pieces in his head. “Are you sure you weren’t just jealous of a human?”
Junhyung’s jaw twitched and Jiyong couldn’t help but smirk. “You wanted everything I had, but everything fucked up for you and here you are, bitter and miserable.” Jiyong licked his lips and he knew that he was asking for it. “Now that I’m a vampire, you’re stuck with me forever.”
He didn’t have time to defend himself as Junhyung grabbed him by the neck and pushed him into the opposite wall, the impact resonating in every single bone in his body. Damn their vices for feeding. He felt so weak.
“You’re right about everything.” Junhyung said with a smirk. “Except that, forever ends here. Ends now.”
“Try me.” Jiyong said boldly, and if still had a beating heart, it would probably be somewhere at his throat right now. He might have the guts, but the Northerns were known for their immense strength.