Silver [part 4]
Sleep. It was so much different, I wouldn’t call it sleeping. It’s more like a temporary self-hibernation. Since vampires don’t get tired or sleepy, they don’t really need the sleep, but hibernation is a way to collect your thoughts, make some important decisions and just pass the time. One part of my brain was resting, but the other was well aware of the surroundings. My body was like a log at the moment, stiff and lifeless. That was vampire hibernation.
I felt Junsu coming to my room, obviously to continue on my training. A few days ago he and Wooyoung came to teach me some fighting techniques - I had to join them in destroying brainless vampires, the abandoned and mad ones. It was the seventh day of harsh training. Both of them didn’t go easy on me, especially after Junsu witnessed my first feeding. That was also the reason why they kept giving me prepared blood bags before doing any physical activities. According to Junsu, the first week is the most tiresome for a newborn in aspects of thirst. Since I was a newborn, I felt an enormous craving for blood. I was so thirsty I couldn’t stop staring at their veins, whenever they got exposed during the training.
One week had almost ended and I could tell my thirst was subsiding, I’ve got more control over it. But there was the other thing that couldn’t stop eating me from the inside - I haven’t seen Chansung after my first failed feeding. The guilt I felt was getting stronger as I kept thinking about the strength of my words that might’ve gotten my master. I was blabbing about my family when he protected me and wanted me to think of him as his family. I was hoping he’d forgive me soon, because honestly, it was hard not being able to feel his presence by my side.
Junsu attacked me, with his claws spread wide (I was amused by the fact vampires can have cat-like claws), but I jumped higher than he had expected and kicked his back, making him smash into shocked Wooyoung, who was about to jump on my back. I landed safely, turning around and seeing Wooyoung clapping his palms, Junsu getting off of his body. “I have to admit, brat, you have a huge talent. There wasn’t a newborn, who’d be able to defend against us.” I smiled, seeing Wooyoung excited was a new experience and it seemed like I got acknowledged little by little.
“Maybe Chansung sensed the hidden talent.” Junsu brushed the dust off of his white jeans. “I think we can go outside now.” Junsu picked up his silver sword, a rare masterpiece from Japanese swordsman. I was marvelled by its beauty, the shape was perfect. It was silver, the only thing that could kill a vampire as soon as it pierced the cold heart. I was slightly scared at the same time.
“He doesn’t have a sword, I won’t give him mine.” Wooyoung clutched his sword tight, it wasn’t as fancy as Junsu’s, but the silver blade was enough of a threat for any night creature.
“How come Wooyoung’s sword is so plain compared to yours?” I looked at Junsu, he was smirking at the short haired vampire.
“Because he’s a very young vampire. He’s only fifty years old.” Junsu pinched his cheek, making Wooyoung frown.
“Wow…” I thought he was older, acting all bossy around me sure made him look like he was as old as Junsu.
“Yah, that doesn’t mean you can feel equal to me.” His eyes were threatening me, but I didn’t think much of it - he didn’t mean it. It was strange I could feel their emotions.
“When will I get mine?” I wasn’t fascinated by the idea of ripping vampires’ hearts out of their chests with my claws all the time.
“When Chansung approves of your skills.” Junsu’s answer was short and simple. The question was - when will this day come?
Junsu was in front of me and Wooyoung behind my back - we were soaring through the night sky, jumping on the rooftops in a speed impossible for human’s eye to catch on. The weather felt fresh, well, it would after being held for one week in the underground palace. My senses caught casual chatters, laughter, homemade food smell, a crow flying somewhere near us. Just when I was about to reach the peak of my enjoyment, Junsu stopped, landing in a dark street. “Both of you, wait here. I’ll be back soon.” He disappeared.
“Where did he go?” I was looking at Wooyoung.
“I don’t know, maybe he felt a newborn wandering. He’s probably checking out the territory.” Wooyoung was about to sit down, when our ears caught sounds of someone walking and rustling. This neighbourhood wasn’t very lively, it had a lot of old factories and for someone to wander at a time like this wasn’t a very wise decision. My nose caught this sharp smell. I glanced at Wooyoung, he nodded looking at me. It was a smell of blood.
There was only one light working in this street, but we didn’t need it to see two night creatures coming right at us. I felt the anger behind my back, it wasn’t only the anger, I felt desperation and treachery. But Wooyoung was staring only at the two vampires in front of us when I whispered. “There are more of them behind our backs. Three of them.”
“What?!” Wooyoung hissed, taking a quick look behind our backs. “Fuck, what is this shit. Five of them in total. And where the hell is Junsu.” We were in disadvantage and we knew it. I had the agility and strength, but I didn’t have a weapon whereas Wooyoung had a weapon, but he was a tad bit slower than me. “They’re well organised, be careful.” My partner looked calm, but I felt the inner battle going on inside of him. There was no doubt Wooyoung was confused.
“I’ll do what’s in my power.” I smiled at him, just right before the two vampires jumped to attack Wooyoung.
I wanted to help him, but the other three gave me no time to do so. I jumped high, kicking on someone’s back, crashing his body to the ground, but the second vampire grabbed my arm and threw me to the wall. I was able to avoid the crash as I did a backflip, kicking my offender in the face and scratching his neck with my claws. His blood was spraying like a fountain.
I saw Wooyoung stabbed one of his attackers, but he had a huge trouble with the other one, which was as tall as Taecyeon, maybe even taller. I used too much time analyzing Wooyoung’s battle, that second was stolen as two strong arms caught me from behind and a pair of fangs sunk into my shoulder, making me scream in pain. Somehow, I managed to kick his leg and break it in five places, but the second vampire caught me, an ancient knife in his hand. I’d recognise that type of metal anywhere - it was silver.
“No!” I screamed and tried to push his hand away, but the other vampire, whose leg was injured, ripped my blood soaked shirt and sunk his teeth into my other shoulder.
I was praying for help, the only person I could think of was Chansung. Just then I saw a silver blade right in front of my eyes, the distance between it and my eye was ridiculous. I saw blood on the tip of the sword, my enemy disappeared in front of my eyes, wind carrying the dust away. I felt the other vampire backing away and when I turned my head I saw Chansung holding him by the neck, almost crashing it into tiny pieces. “D-don’t kill me, please.” The vampire hissed, his face the best definition of fright. “I-I’ll tell you anything you want!”
“Trash, you know nothing.” Chansung hissed, crushing his neck, making him wriggle in pain, his legs hanging in the air. Chansung placed the other hand on the coughing vampire’s chest and he did something I couldn’t ever imagine Chansung was capable of.
I could hear the vampire’s heart shattering into pieces inside of his body, just with what it’d look like a simple touch on his chest. Chansung exploded the vampire’s heart, shredded it into tiny pieces without using anything but the ancient pureblood power he had.
I was too shocked to see Wooyoung’s jaw dropping on the ground, I wasn’t the only one, who witnessed a power like this. Chansung looked so calm it was terrifying. He sheathed his sword and brushed the remains of vampire dust off his palms. I wasn’t able to say anything. Hell, I couldn’t even blink or move, not only because I lost half of my blood, but because my master’s presence was overwhelming.
The pureblood looked at me finally, concern in his pale face. “Your body…” His words made me look at my own body, just to notice I was half naked, my shoulder, chest and abdomen covered in blood, two closing wounds on each shoulder. I glanced at Wooyoung, whose eyes were still as wide as before. He was fine, I exhaled closing my eyes.
“These vampires!..” Junsu screamed, landing near me. His clothes were ripped too. “Two of them got me.” The anger was radiating from him.
Chansung came closer and threw his jacket to me, his loose grey sweater flapping because of the strong wind. He turned to Junsu. “This was well planned, wasn’t it?”
“Definitely. Two of them lured me away, and the rest of them attacked Wooyoung and Junho. Do you think?..”
Chansung glared at Junsu, a sign not to speak anymore. “Probably.” He squatted in front of me as I was still kneeling on the pavement. “You did well, Junho.” The pureblood stood up. “Junsu, you know what to do.” He nodded to Wooyoung and left us.
Taecyeon was on the rooftop, gazing at the streets when Chansung joined him and squeezed his shoulder lightly. “Looking for your inspiration?”
“You know my inspiration is always by my side. Well, that is when you don’t ask him to play with your boy.” Taecyeon smiled at Chansung, who had a playful grin on his face.
“Sorry, my friend.” The pureblood hugged him, hands circling around Taecyeon’s waist, forehead pressing to the taller vampire’s chest. “I feel tired.”
“How come?” Taecyeon hugged him back, fingers brushing against the soft material on Chansung’s back. He knew very well what Chansung was talking about - he didn’t mean the physical fatigue, it was simply impossible for a vampire.
“Sometimes…Sometimes I wish everything could be not so complicated…” Chansung could smell Junsu all over Taecyeon’s body, it didn’t bother him at all. He was used to it by now, the only thing he really wanted right now was Taecyeon’s support. He was the closest friend, a trustworthy companion.
“I heard about the fight.” Taecyeon pulled away slightly, looking at the dark orbs, silver colour becoming more vivid in the moonlight. “They must know about Junho.”
“I know, it’s dangerous.” Chansung tightened his grip on Taec’s shirt.
“I’m sorry to say this, but what were you thinking, turning him in the middle of the city. You should’ve brought him here at least. You know these walls would contain the smell of your blood inside the palace.” Taecyeon was the only person, who had the nerve to scold Chansung, even if it was once a fifty year.
“I’m well aware of that!” He pulled away, leaning on the edge of the rooftop, his hands touching old bricks. “You think I didn’t understand what I was doing?”
“Do you want to die?!” Taecyeon yelled, he had an ominous feeling about Chansung’s recent attitude towards his own life.
“No.” He smiled. “Not now.”
“I swear, sometimes you act like a kid. I feel like an old geezer at moments like these when you’re the one, who has been living for hell knows how many centuries.” Taecyeon placed a hand on his waist, looking at Chansung’s calm profile.
“You’re the only one, who can act like a geezer in front of me.” He chuckled, turning his back to the taller vampire. “This privilege belongs only to you, Taec.”
“And the privilege of making you act stupid-non-pureblood-like belongs to the kid, I suppose.”
“He makes me feel alive.” Chansung felt Taecyeon’s arms wrapping around his waist, sharp chin being placed on his shoulder.
“Are you going to do the final bonding with him?” Taecyeons deep voice was like a lullaby to Chansung’s ears, soothing and serene.
“I have no choice, do I?”
“It seems so.” Chansung turned around and kissed Taecyeon’s cheek, whispering a sincere Thank you.
I was finishing the last bag of blood, scratching the already healed wound on my shoulder. It surely felt unpleasant to be bitten by some idiot vampire. How come Chansung’s bite didn’t feel too painful? Perhaps I was too concentrated on my death at that time. Yeah, must be it.
I tossed the empty bag, licking the straw. Suddenly, I felt this strange power invading my brain, telling me I should go to the second floor of the underground palace, turn to the right, go to the end of the hallway, turn to the left and enter the last door. I found myself staring at the door knob. I was already there without even realizing it.
It must be Chansung. If I was a human, my heart would be jumping in anticipation. I opened the door and saw a giant aquarium installed in the black marble wall. Chansung was standing in front of it, his eyes following movements of tropical fishes. “How are you?” He inquired, turning to look at me slowly.
“I’m fine. The blood bag helped to heal faster.”
“Vampire bites takes a bit longer to heal.” He moved towards me, his loose sweater exposing protrusive collarbones. Chansung brushed fingers through his raven locks, standing in front of me. It wasn’t the first time I saw him playing with his hair, but every time it looked breath-taking. Something about his actions always seemed seductive, maybe it was because vampires have the natural powers of luring people for their own purposes. I gulped a lump of unnecessary air.
“I don’t know what to do with your jacket, it’s dirty.” Why was I even talking about it…
“Forget about it. We have something important to do.” Chansung took my wrist and smelled it, closing his eyes while doing so. He parted his lips and I saw his sharp white marble-like fangs. Soon, it pierced my wrist, making me feel weak in the knees, my forehead pressing against the pureblood’s chest as he sucked on my wrist.
“Ahh…” I couldn’t understand how I made that embarrassing noise, but Chansung stopped drinking my blood, licking the bitten flesh slowly. I felt slightly wobbly, my fingers grasping at his sides, the soft material being stretched.
Chansung cupped my face, making me look right into his marvellous eyes. “Drink my blood.”
“Eh, what?” I thought I misheard him.
“You have to drink my blood.” He was serious, his thumbs brushing against my temples.
“Wait, why?” I couldn’t understand what was making him say this. How can I bite him? Everyone in the palace would come to kill me instantly. The precious ancient blood would attract everyone’s attention in a blink of an eye. There was no way I could do that.
“This is the final bonding. Taecyeon told everyone about it, don’t worry.” I imagined Wooyoung, trying to rip my throat apart. “Do as I say.” Chansung cut his neck with his nail, blood running down the crook of his neck slowly. That smell got me instantly, I couldn’t hold myself anymore and latched my lips onto the wound made just for me. I didn’t know what the so called final bonding was, but Chansung’s blood was like ambrosia, it felt so powerful, it contained so much exceptional strength and his feelings. Everything seeped right through my veins, my whole body. The strangest thing was - I felt Chansung’s body warmth as he hugged me tightly, our knees hitting the floor. “Enough.” His painful whisper was more than enough for me to stop. I licked the wound, making sure there wasn’t a single drop of his precious blood left.
As soon as I pulled away from his neck, I felt the heated tingling in my whole body. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth forcefully. The amount of power I got from Chansung was indescribable. It was unique.
I felt his hand caressing my right cheek. “If anything happens to you - I’ll know the same second. If anything happens to me - you’ll know it immediately as well. Junho, the thing we’ve just did - is the most precious thing for purebloods in vampire world. I hope you fully understand what I gave you. You’re part of me and likewise. This is called the final bonding.”
His words made me understand the extent, the importance of this sacred ritual. What made him give a unique gift like this one? It was too early, even I could tell it. Why? Deep inside my mind, my dead heart, I felt like I knew the answer. I didn’t want to believe it, I didn’t want to believe he wanted to leave this world soon.
I won’t let him.
I felt Junsu coming to my room, obviously to continue on my training. A few days ago he and Wooyoung came to teach me some fighting techniques - I had to join them in destroying brainless vampires, the abandoned and mad ones. It was the seventh day of harsh training. Both of them didn’t go easy on me, especially after Junsu witnessed my first feeding. That was also the reason why they kept giving me prepared blood bags before doing any physical activities. According to Junsu, the first week is the most tiresome for a newborn in aspects of thirst. Since I was a newborn, I felt an enormous craving for blood. I was so thirsty I couldn’t stop staring at their veins, whenever they got exposed during the training.
One week had almost ended and I could tell my thirst was subsiding, I’ve got more control over it. But there was the other thing that couldn’t stop eating me from the inside - I haven’t seen Chansung after my first failed feeding. The guilt I felt was getting stronger as I kept thinking about the strength of my words that might’ve gotten my master. I was blabbing about my family when he protected me and wanted me to think of him as his family. I was hoping he’d forgive me soon, because honestly, it was hard not being able to feel his presence by my side.
Junsu attacked me, with his claws spread wide (I was amused by the fact vampires can have cat-like claws), but I jumped higher than he had expected and kicked his back, making him smash into shocked Wooyoung, who was about to jump on my back. I landed safely, turning around and seeing Wooyoung clapping his palms, Junsu getting off of his body. “I have to admit, brat, you have a huge talent. There wasn’t a newborn, who’d be able to defend against us.” I smiled, seeing Wooyoung excited was a new experience and it seemed like I got acknowledged little by little.
“Maybe Chansung sensed the hidden talent.” Junsu brushed the dust off of his white jeans. “I think we can go outside now.” Junsu picked up his silver sword, a rare masterpiece from Japanese swordsman. I was marvelled by its beauty, the shape was perfect. It was silver, the only thing that could kill a vampire as soon as it pierced the cold heart. I was slightly scared at the same time.
“He doesn’t have a sword, I won’t give him mine.” Wooyoung clutched his sword tight, it wasn’t as fancy as Junsu’s, but the silver blade was enough of a threat for any night creature.
“How come Wooyoung’s sword is so plain compared to yours?” I looked at Junsu, he was smirking at the short haired vampire.
“Because he’s a very young vampire. He’s only fifty years old.” Junsu pinched his cheek, making Wooyoung frown.
“Wow…” I thought he was older, acting all bossy around me sure made him look like he was as old as Junsu.
“Yah, that doesn’t mean you can feel equal to me.” His eyes were threatening me, but I didn’t think much of it - he didn’t mean it. It was strange I could feel their emotions.
“When will I get mine?” I wasn’t fascinated by the idea of ripping vampires’ hearts out of their chests with my claws all the time.
“When Chansung approves of your skills.” Junsu’s answer was short and simple. The question was - when will this day come?
Junsu was in front of me and Wooyoung behind my back - we were soaring through the night sky, jumping on the rooftops in a speed impossible for human’s eye to catch on. The weather felt fresh, well, it would after being held for one week in the underground palace. My senses caught casual chatters, laughter, homemade food smell, a crow flying somewhere near us. Just when I was about to reach the peak of my enjoyment, Junsu stopped, landing in a dark street. “Both of you, wait here. I’ll be back soon.” He disappeared.
“Where did he go?” I was looking at Wooyoung.
“I don’t know, maybe he felt a newborn wandering. He’s probably checking out the territory.” Wooyoung was about to sit down, when our ears caught sounds of someone walking and rustling. This neighbourhood wasn’t very lively, it had a lot of old factories and for someone to wander at a time like this wasn’t a very wise decision. My nose caught this sharp smell. I glanced at Wooyoung, he nodded looking at me. It was a smell of blood.
There was only one light working in this street, but we didn’t need it to see two night creatures coming right at us. I felt the anger behind my back, it wasn’t only the anger, I felt desperation and treachery. But Wooyoung was staring only at the two vampires in front of us when I whispered. “There are more of them behind our backs. Three of them.”
“What?!” Wooyoung hissed, taking a quick look behind our backs. “Fuck, what is this shit. Five of them in total. And where the hell is Junsu.” We were in disadvantage and we knew it. I had the agility and strength, but I didn’t have a weapon whereas Wooyoung had a weapon, but he was a tad bit slower than me. “They’re well organised, be careful.” My partner looked calm, but I felt the inner battle going on inside of him. There was no doubt Wooyoung was confused.
“I’ll do what’s in my power.” I smiled at him, just right before the two vampires jumped to attack Wooyoung.
I wanted to help him, but the other three gave me no time to do so. I jumped high, kicking on someone’s back, crashing his body to the ground, but the second vampire grabbed my arm and threw me to the wall. I was able to avoid the crash as I did a backflip, kicking my offender in the face and scratching his neck with my claws. His blood was spraying like a fountain.
I saw Wooyoung stabbed one of his attackers, but he had a huge trouble with the other one, which was as tall as Taecyeon, maybe even taller. I used too much time analyzing Wooyoung’s battle, that second was stolen as two strong arms caught me from behind and a pair of fangs sunk into my shoulder, making me scream in pain. Somehow, I managed to kick his leg and break it in five places, but the second vampire caught me, an ancient knife in his hand. I’d recognise that type of metal anywhere - it was silver.
“No!” I screamed and tried to push his hand away, but the other vampire, whose leg was injured, ripped my blood soaked shirt and sunk his teeth into my other shoulder.
I was praying for help, the only person I could think of was Chansung. Just then I saw a silver blade right in front of my eyes, the distance between it and my eye was ridiculous. I saw blood on the tip of the sword, my enemy disappeared in front of my eyes, wind carrying the dust away. I felt the other vampire backing away and when I turned my head I saw Chansung holding him by the neck, almost crashing it into tiny pieces. “D-don’t kill me, please.” The vampire hissed, his face the best definition of fright. “I-I’ll tell you anything you want!”
“Trash, you know nothing.” Chansung hissed, crushing his neck, making him wriggle in pain, his legs hanging in the air. Chansung placed the other hand on the coughing vampire’s chest and he did something I couldn’t ever imagine Chansung was capable of.
I could hear the vampire’s heart shattering into pieces inside of his body, just with what it’d look like a simple touch on his chest. Chansung exploded the vampire’s heart, shredded it into tiny pieces without using anything but the ancient pureblood power he had.
I was too shocked to see Wooyoung’s jaw dropping on the ground, I wasn’t the only one, who witnessed a power like this. Chansung looked so calm it was terrifying. He sheathed his sword and brushed the remains of vampire dust off his palms. I wasn’t able to say anything. Hell, I couldn’t even blink or move, not only because I lost half of my blood, but because my master’s presence was overwhelming.
The pureblood looked at me finally, concern in his pale face. “Your body…” His words made me look at my own body, just to notice I was half naked, my shoulder, chest and abdomen covered in blood, two closing wounds on each shoulder. I glanced at Wooyoung, whose eyes were still as wide as before. He was fine, I exhaled closing my eyes.
“These vampires!..” Junsu screamed, landing near me. His clothes were ripped too. “Two of them got me.” The anger was radiating from him.
Chansung came closer and threw his jacket to me, his loose grey sweater flapping because of the strong wind. He turned to Junsu. “This was well planned, wasn’t it?”
“Definitely. Two of them lured me away, and the rest of them attacked Wooyoung and Junho. Do you think?..”
Chansung glared at Junsu, a sign not to speak anymore. “Probably.” He squatted in front of me as I was still kneeling on the pavement. “You did well, Junho.” The pureblood stood up. “Junsu, you know what to do.” He nodded to Wooyoung and left us.
Taecyeon was on the rooftop, gazing at the streets when Chansung joined him and squeezed his shoulder lightly. “Looking for your inspiration?”
“You know my inspiration is always by my side. Well, that is when you don’t ask him to play with your boy.” Taecyeon smiled at Chansung, who had a playful grin on his face.
“Sorry, my friend.” The pureblood hugged him, hands circling around Taecyeon’s waist, forehead pressing to the taller vampire’s chest. “I feel tired.”
“How come?” Taecyeon hugged him back, fingers brushing against the soft material on Chansung’s back. He knew very well what Chansung was talking about - he didn’t mean the physical fatigue, it was simply impossible for a vampire.
“Sometimes…Sometimes I wish everything could be not so complicated…” Chansung could smell Junsu all over Taecyeon’s body, it didn’t bother him at all. He was used to it by now, the only thing he really wanted right now was Taecyeon’s support. He was the closest friend, a trustworthy companion.
“I heard about the fight.” Taecyeon pulled away slightly, looking at the dark orbs, silver colour becoming more vivid in the moonlight. “They must know about Junho.”
“I know, it’s dangerous.” Chansung tightened his grip on Taec’s shirt.
“I’m sorry to say this, but what were you thinking, turning him in the middle of the city. You should’ve brought him here at least. You know these walls would contain the smell of your blood inside the palace.” Taecyeon was the only person, who had the nerve to scold Chansung, even if it was once a fifty year.
“I’m well aware of that!” He pulled away, leaning on the edge of the rooftop, his hands touching old bricks. “You think I didn’t understand what I was doing?”
“Do you want to die?!” Taecyeon yelled, he had an ominous feeling about Chansung’s recent attitude towards his own life.
“No.” He smiled. “Not now.”
“I swear, sometimes you act like a kid. I feel like an old geezer at moments like these when you’re the one, who has been living for hell knows how many centuries.” Taecyeon placed a hand on his waist, looking at Chansung’s calm profile.
“You’re the only one, who can act like a geezer in front of me.” He chuckled, turning his back to the taller vampire. “This privilege belongs only to you, Taec.”
“And the privilege of making you act stupid-non-pureblood-like belongs to the kid, I suppose.”
“He makes me feel alive.” Chansung felt Taecyeon’s arms wrapping around his waist, sharp chin being placed on his shoulder.
“Are you going to do the final bonding with him?” Taecyeons deep voice was like a lullaby to Chansung’s ears, soothing and serene.
“I have no choice, do I?”
“It seems so.” Chansung turned around and kissed Taecyeon’s cheek, whispering a sincere Thank you.
I was finishing the last bag of blood, scratching the already healed wound on my shoulder. It surely felt unpleasant to be bitten by some idiot vampire. How come Chansung’s bite didn’t feel too painful? Perhaps I was too concentrated on my death at that time. Yeah, must be it.
I tossed the empty bag, licking the straw. Suddenly, I felt this strange power invading my brain, telling me I should go to the second floor of the underground palace, turn to the right, go to the end of the hallway, turn to the left and enter the last door. I found myself staring at the door knob. I was already there without even realizing it.
It must be Chansung. If I was a human, my heart would be jumping in anticipation. I opened the door and saw a giant aquarium installed in the black marble wall. Chansung was standing in front of it, his eyes following movements of tropical fishes. “How are you?” He inquired, turning to look at me slowly.
“I’m fine. The blood bag helped to heal faster.”
“Vampire bites takes a bit longer to heal.” He moved towards me, his loose sweater exposing protrusive collarbones. Chansung brushed fingers through his raven locks, standing in front of me. It wasn’t the first time I saw him playing with his hair, but every time it looked breath-taking. Something about his actions always seemed seductive, maybe it was because vampires have the natural powers of luring people for their own purposes. I gulped a lump of unnecessary air.
“I don’t know what to do with your jacket, it’s dirty.” Why was I even talking about it…
“Forget about it. We have something important to do.” Chansung took my wrist and smelled it, closing his eyes while doing so. He parted his lips and I saw his sharp white marble-like fangs. Soon, it pierced my wrist, making me feel weak in the knees, my forehead pressing against the pureblood’s chest as he sucked on my wrist.
“Ahh…” I couldn’t understand how I made that embarrassing noise, but Chansung stopped drinking my blood, licking the bitten flesh slowly. I felt slightly wobbly, my fingers grasping at his sides, the soft material being stretched.
Chansung cupped my face, making me look right into his marvellous eyes. “Drink my blood.”
“Eh, what?” I thought I misheard him.
“You have to drink my blood.” He was serious, his thumbs brushing against my temples.
“Wait, why?” I couldn’t understand what was making him say this. How can I bite him? Everyone in the palace would come to kill me instantly. The precious ancient blood would attract everyone’s attention in a blink of an eye. There was no way I could do that.
“This is the final bonding. Taecyeon told everyone about it, don’t worry.” I imagined Wooyoung, trying to rip my throat apart. “Do as I say.” Chansung cut his neck with his nail, blood running down the crook of his neck slowly. That smell got me instantly, I couldn’t hold myself anymore and latched my lips onto the wound made just for me. I didn’t know what the so called final bonding was, but Chansung’s blood was like ambrosia, it felt so powerful, it contained so much exceptional strength and his feelings. Everything seeped right through my veins, my whole body. The strangest thing was - I felt Chansung’s body warmth as he hugged me tightly, our knees hitting the floor. “Enough.” His painful whisper was more than enough for me to stop. I licked the wound, making sure there wasn’t a single drop of his precious blood left.
As soon as I pulled away from his neck, I felt the heated tingling in my whole body. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth forcefully. The amount of power I got from Chansung was indescribable. It was unique.
I felt his hand caressing my right cheek. “If anything happens to you - I’ll know the same second. If anything happens to me - you’ll know it immediately as well. Junho, the thing we’ve just did - is the most precious thing for purebloods in vampire world. I hope you fully understand what I gave you. You’re part of me and likewise. This is called the final bonding.”
His words made me understand the extent, the importance of this sacred ritual. What made him give a unique gift like this one? It was too early, even I could tell it. Why? Deep inside my mind, my dead heart, I felt like I knew the answer. I didn’t want to believe it, I didn’t want to believe he wanted to leave this world soon.
I won’t let him.