Sulli stared at Hayoung’s wide eyes. Hayoung was waiting for any reaction. Sulli gasped and thought about asking her what she just did but couldn't.

It took her half a second to reach them. But Krystal was able to hold the girl’s hand just before the knife went to deep. About two inches of the tip was now inside Sulli’s skin. Blood was coming out.

In an unnatural and not-human movement, Krystal pulled Hayoung’s hand and threw her away. She fell rolling about ten feet away from Sulli.

Sulli touched her back and whimpered. She had to get threated soon. The cut wasn’t very deep but the blood was flowing out. Krystal went toward Sulli and placed her hand over the wound.

“Stay still!” she commanded. “I can make you better!”

Sulli nodded as she winced away from her touch involuntarily. She didn't mean to but the pain didn't let her act properly.

“No!” screamed Hayoung and darted toward the two girls.

This was a big mistake. Krystal’s eyes seemed to lighten and darken at the same time. Her iris was darker than normal but it reflected the little light of the night in a way that made them look almost soulless and mirror-like. Krystal’s hand reached Hayoung’s throat as she got close to them. Her nails were darkening and getting longer as they started to dig inside the skin of . Her feet were dangling as Krystal lifted her from the floor.

Hayoung panted and tried to pull Krystal’s hand away but her attempts were futile against the girl’s strength.

Krystal gritted her teeth. “You do something like this again and I swear that whatever I do to you won’t be as light as with Yookyung and I’ll do it with all my intention!”

“No! Krystal! Wait!” screamed Sulli between pants as she stood up with much effort.

Krystal flinched but didn’t let goof Hayoung.

“Krystal! You don’t want to do this!”

“Damn!” screamed Krystal. “I want to do this! I want it! I ing want it!”

Sulli reached Krystal and held her hand. “But you won’t! It’s not what you want or what you are! The important thing is what you’ll do to change it!” Sulli placed her hand lightly over Krystal’s gripping hand. She felt how the fingers started to loosen up. “Let go Krystal. Let go.”

Krystal let her go and Hayoung felt hard on the floor. Krystal began to gasp as her eyes flashed from the terrible dark hue to her normal color. She bent over as if it was physically painful to return to normal. And it was.

Hayoung took this second chance and with the knife she went toward the two lovers.

But she was pushed to the rails of the building and she fell all the way down from the third floor and to the ground. 

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Sorry for cursing! And SO SORRY!!!!!! I know some won't like people dying but... well its part of the "horror" in the story. T.T  I like Hayung a lot... And I also liked the fictional Hayoung of my story! Good bye Hayoung! I'll miss you!