White Noise - Part 32
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Minho sat between two vampires on the bed, a small laptop forced into his lap. He held it loosely, staring as the image of Onew bloodied on that bed appeared. The position felt horribly uncomfortable - even if Key wasn't within an inch of him, which was bad enough, watching Onew in this kind of situation felt wrong.
"You know, he must have not wanted you to see this for some reason. He broke my camera right in front of me.. you know, Onew isn't very smart, right? Of course I've have already moved the video." Key arrogantly laughed, "I wonder why he'd want to hide this from you~... Strange."
The girl that joined Onew on screen, Minho felt like his breath had been stolen when he realized he recognized her. He didn't notice Siwon putting his hand on his shoulder, trying to be comforting, but he did suddenly feel himself relax.
Well, until he watched Key putting the poor girl on top of Onew. That kind of freaked him out.
Siwon's hand moved down his arm and gripped his hand, and Minho was so incredibly focused on the video before him that he didn't realize he held Siwon's hand tightly back. "I don't want to see this." Minho said as the girl's hips jerked on top of Onew.
"Don't worry. It isn't long." Key said calmly.
Minho found his focus on Onew's expression. It didn't look like the face of a helpless victim. He'd seen an expression like it, the first night he met Onew, and rarely after. It was a horrible, hungry and evil expression.
Then, Jonghyun shoved the girl on top of him, and Onew ate her.
"You made him do this." Minho said quickly. But he had trouble believing it after what he'd seen. He cried, silently.
"He was begging for it, more like..." Key said sharply. "But sure, making him do it, why not tell yourself that?"
Key shut the laptop and pulled it from Minho's hands. "I'm sure we could collect better evidence," he said, "Since the truth is that Onew isn't any more of a human lover than I am."
"Thank you, Key." Siwon said.
Thank you? Minho thought, For showing me someone I care about eating one of my classmates?
Key smiled at Siwon as he stood up, "You know I'd be happy to help you out any time."
"It's late now," Siwon said, "I don't suppose you'll be able to get home before the sun is up."
"Mmhm. I have a place to sleep. You two enjoy your night."
Siwon bowed his head as Key walked out of the room. Minho was still.
A moment after they were left on their own, Siwon took his hand away from Minho, which was the first time Minho knew he was holding it. Minho tried not to miss Siwon's hand, quickly busying his own with wiping away his tears. "Can I sleep now?" he asked, voice cold.
"Yes." Siwon said, moving his hand over Minho's hair. "We'll sleep."
***
Jonghyun thought it'd be nice, to end it like this. His body over Taemin's as it struggled with all of it's pathetic strength to rise up, trying to win even one quick gasp of air. He wanted to leave Taemin's head in that bucket of water until it suffocated him, and that weak body will lay still.
Of course, Key would be pissed as hell, so Jonghyun lifted his head out of the bucket, long enough to hear that gasp, and then he pushed him back down.
Taemin was kneeled in Jonghyun and Key's living room floor, hands together behind his back, bonded with thick sticky tape. His legs were spread, and Jonghyun was between them, bent over him, holding his hair and watching him struggle in the bucket of water with way too much satisfaction. He did it for long enough to lose track of time, long enough that he was exhausted, the sun having risen maybe an hour ago. He didn't mind that exhaustion, though. There was plenty enough fun to keep him awake.
It did get repetitive eventually, though, and he jerked Taemin one last time from the bucket. He stood up and left the human on the floor, gasping and coughing, and basically acting like he didn't know how to breathe. He figured it out after a minute or so and his panting was replaced with sobs.
Jonghyun wished he had counted, wondering how many times he'd pushed the human to his limits, and wondering how many times he'd nearly died.
... Not that it really mattered. Jonghyun kicked him onto his back and held his foot on his chest to keep him that way, lying on top of his arms. Taemin looked terrified up at him, face pale and dripping wet with water and tears when he said, "Please. I'm so sorry.."
"What are you sorry for?" Jonghyun asked.
"Everything," Taemin answered, "I'm sorry."
Jonghyun kicked him onto his stomach now, sitting down on his lower back. "Try to be more specific." he said, lifting Taemin's hands into his lap and caressing his small fingers.
"I'm sorry for bothering you." Taemin said.
"How are you gonna make it up to me?" Jonghyun asked.
Taemin swallowed, and he hesitated for just a second before he answered, "Anything. Anything you want."
Jonghyun reached one hand to Taemin's ponytail, which was a wet mess at this point, and he snapped the holder in it and brushed through it with his fingers. "I don't know what you can do for me." Jonghyun said, voice a sigh. "Why don't you volunteer some things?"
"Give you.. blood.." was Taemin's weak answer.
"Nuh-uh." Jonghyun said, "I mean something like.. betray all your friends."
"Please." Taemin squeezed his eyes shut, "Don't make me do that."
Jonghyun spoke calmly, saying, "You said anything."
"I will," Taemin said, "I'll do it, just please don't make me."
Jonghyun just laughed now, "If this is the most that hunters are capable of, they're really not all that bad, huh? Don't worry. You're not even useful enough for that, so, you don't have to betray your friends."
It was all of a sudden that Taemin began violently shaking underneath Jonghyun, sobs becoming heavy. So Jonghyun decided to calm him down, the hand that still mingled with Taemin's fingers grabbing one, an index finger on his right hand, and twisting it until it cracked. Taemin's shriek was high-pitched enough to be a girl's, which of course made Jonghyun laugh. "Are you really a boy?" he asked.
Taemin ignored the question, and really he didn't have much pride to defend at this point anyway. "Let me go," he said, sobbing, "I can't take any more, please.."
"No, you know what happens when you can't take any more?" Jonghyun asked.
"You kill me," Taemin correctly guessed, and sobbed harder.
"Oh, you knew? So do I hurt you, or are you ready to die?"
"Hurt me." Taemin said, "Please hurt me."
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