Your absence was the worst in the first century. People ignored me because I could only snap at them lowly, or growl, even when my throat was on fire from the thirst that would sometimes hit me. I drank from humans and others, carelessly ignoring their please for me to spare their lives.

I blamed everyone for your death, even if this sounds stupid as only I was to be blamed. Foolishly, I was struggling to prove that even without you in my life,, I was whole. Maybe I was just trying to mock you in the skies, to show you that I was okay even when I clearly wasn't.

Vaguely at times, I could hear your pleas for me to stop my ways... But at first, I didn't listen to you.  I killed and destroyed without care, because there was nothing that had a meaning to me, not anymore.

The second century, I finally calmed down. Taemin and Minho adopted a child whose name was the same as yours.

"It's to honor his death." Taemin had told me sadly, hands going through the child's jet black hair."When we were little, he told me that he wanted me to name my kid after him... so I can raise him like he raised me..."

Little Kibum gurgled and cried, and that night, I changed.

I still drank from everything, carelessly ignoring cries and groans of pain, but I didn't take their life anymore. I left them there on empty streets or vacant rooms, knowing that they would find their way home... It was only me who couldn't do it.

I didn't have one anymore, after all.

The third century passed way too quickly. The sun rose and fell rapidly and things changed. My heart was still craving you, but my mind had learnt to ignore the fact that once, you had existed. I think my thirst for blood only calmed down by then. I started to notice little things again, like how the skies would sometimes hold the color of your eyes or how your hair was there, in the sunshine...

I missed you still, but I'd learnt to cope with your death by that time. And I think that's why we met again, you with vibrant red hair and sparkling, coal-like eyes, and me, with dull but hopeful gazes.

I could only hope that it was you, again.

Because at that moment when I almost forcefully laid my lips on yours, I felt complete. I knew that you were confused and lost, I was, too.

But I needed you more than I wished to admit it. 

It seemed like even after so many years, my love had never truly faltered... I just wonder...

Would you accept me, the murderer?

Sequel to The Beauty and the Vampire

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