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Hey you readers :) If you've read my stories before then you know I'm completely behind on them... Worry not! This is just a random idea Big Bang put in my head and I decided to put it out here and see if it's worth writing. I won't start this story right away because I definitely wanna finish my other stories first. But if I get good feedback, I will definitely start this story up after. I have the prologue below... But. I need you to do 3 things for me :D 

1. Comment and let me know if you're interested in this story.

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3. I have yet to decide who the guy will be... I was thinking Junhyung or Jonghyun (Which are of course two of my favorites) but I feel like doing something new... So if there's anyone else you'd like to see in this story, comment and let me know! 

I'll keep you up to date with this story and let you know if I'll be writing it or not... Thanks for reading, and here is your prologue ;D

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Prologue: Monster

She placed the lifeless body aside as she wiped her lips clean of the blood. She walked towards the window and opened it, fresh air filling the gloomy neglected room. She then turned back to the body and sighed.  Kneeling down beside it, she touched it willing it to turn into dust. She watched with dark eyes as the wind from the open window blew the dust around the room and eventually led it to the outside where it would be free. She silently shut the window and turned to the door, without a moment of hesitation the door opened with an unnoticeable flick of her wrist shutting with a definite slam as she passed through the door.

Wandering the large modern day mansion alone, she had no destination, no thought as to her next action. Her actions of murder were everyday to her now, essential to her survival. She wondered if there was a point of continuing this existence. Centuries earlier she had the same thought.

If she stopped feeding, she would eventually turn into dust, freed from the damned existence she had been living for hundreds of years. But the pull had been too strong then, she gave in within a month, killing until she had her fill. She already knew there was no point in resisting; the animalistic need to survive would always win. She was wiser than to think like that now.

She walked into the unnecessary bathroom of her house. She long since lost normal human urges. She had forgotten what it even felt like. The only urge she inexplicably still had was that of lust, the one urge she could do well without. But the longer she resisted, the stronger the desire was. The only reason she still kept the washroom was for her showers and baths, as well as her victims that often required it. More often than not, they were intoxicated, needing the room much more desperately than the others.

At the moment, she wished for a shower. Glancing in the mirror, she looked at herself in the mirror: long slender legs, a toned stomach, milky unblemished white skin, long dark hair that cascaded down her back, full red lips, rosy cheeks, small but defined nose, and dark thick eyebrows that complimented her bright hazel eyes. But as she finally focused on her eyes, she saw the bright red glow. They had yet to settle from the blood she had consumed earlier. In hatred, she glared at the reflection in the mirror.

Unnatural…

The mirror shattered, but she didn’t flinch as the shards of glass flew everywhere, cutting her unflawed face. Tears ran down her face as she watched the cuts heal in the remaining pieces of the mirror.

Monster.