Mine
Be A ManPainfully holding back his sobs, Taehyung’s teary eyes wildly scanned the dimly lit room, searching for a get one. He was scared, so ing scared.
Taehyung needed to get out of there as fast as he can. He had to before he finds him.
He ran to the thick double-sided door, hands desperately turning the doorknob but to no avail. It didn’t even click. With shaky hands, Taehyung pounded the door with his fists. Not caring the skin was starting to bleed, he slammed harder, screaming, yelling for help. Taehyung could feel it.
He was nearing. He’s coming.
“Help! Let me out!” He screamed, tears streaming his face and teeth clashed tightly that his gums hurt. It’s suffocating, the air in the old mansion. It’s chilly and deadly. The appearance alone already gave the look of death to those who watches.
A throaty dark chuckle emitted from his back, and Taehyung’s head snapped backwards, eyes alarmed and awfully overwhelmed with dread. He was only met with the opened ancient-like door that leads to the dark hallway he had just passed through. Too many doors for a too huge of a room. There was no one. And it scared him even more.
“You can’t run away from me, little one.”
Taehyung leaned backwards, his back immediately collided with the frame and Taehyung considered on screaming again. In a flash he turned around and sprinted towards the alternative door available in the room and without having second thoughts, kicked opened the door and bolted away.
He was beyond frightened. Both for his safety and life. He doesn’t even know what the creature that’s aftering him is. But what Taehyung is sure of is he’s not a human. And he’s not a ghost either. But really, Taehyung would have hoped it was because of that.
Ignoring the soaring pain in his heels from running too much and the pungent metallic scent of blood which is definitely not his coming from his stained shirt and trembling hands, Taehyung kept running. Turning from corners to corners, passing through rooms to rooms for an escape. Anything that could compromises escape.
Taehyung doesn’t know what to do now. He was too affrighted to think of anything except getting the hell out of there quick.
All of his friends were caught from an invisible dark force, one in the form of a human, Taehyung was very sure of. Taehyung had caught of a glimpse of the obscene creature and he was positive he had seen him too.
A boy, Taehyung assumed judging from the height and the rippling muscles on his arm when he dragged Taehyung’s ebony haired friend, Jimin, away from Taehyung’s reach, and every other, one by one until he’s left all alone, feeding his soul with never ending fear.
Founding a staircase, Taehyung descended down hastily, ears constantly picking the soft devious laugh echoing in the house that only increase the building fear within him. But in this kind of cases, where one’s in a hurry, there’ll always be the consequence.
In his dazed condition, Taehyung managed to trip over his own foot and with a loud yelp of surprise, he fell forward. Body rolling on the steps and ended with his head hitting the floor with a loud thud. Taehyung groaned in pain, hands reaching up to hold on his head. In the almost dark space, he felt warm sticky substance smeared on his fingertips when he touched his scalp and he pulled his hands to look at it.
Sure enough. He was bleeding. That made him cringe.
“Try all you want. You won’t get away.” There he is again. Taehyung gritted his teeth in anger and fear.
“Leave me the alone!” Taehyung cried out, fingers curled tightly into fists and he pushed himself up on his two wobbly feet. He heard another spine-chilling chuckle but he continued to run.
Taehyung and his friends had been stuck in this mansion in less than 2 hours. What started off as just a simple visit in the middle of the night to an abandoned mansion somewhere deep in the woods which is definitely not a good place for fun playing turned out to be a survival game for all of them as one by one disappeared with loud screams of bloody help every time they turned around. One by one vanished with a scream, if not, with traces of blood on the floor or the scraped walls by blunt nails.
Taehyung had tried to stop them all from entering this place. He did. He felt somthing bad, awfully bad about the horrorsome place. But of course, all of them dismissed his worriment, saying something like he’s overreacting and he’s freaking out again. But Taehyung was not wrong in this kind of matter. He never was wrong.
Just as he turned to a corner, Taehyung stopped midway, eyes widening and jaw slacken in disbelief horror at the sight beholding in front of him. Taehyung’s eyes burnt again, his legs finally gave up and he fell on his knees, his screams caught in his throat.
In front of him, on the wall of another room he entered, hang his other five friends in the most atrocious ways that Taehyung had ever seen. Most of them nailed to the wall high from the ground by their necks, eyes almost bulging out of their bloody sockets, tongue sticking out a bit with blood pooling at the corners of their mouths, their clothes soaked with fresh red liquid, unsure of whose blood it is. But what horrified the silver haired male the most is the way their necks seemed about to ripped apart, veins sticking out and flesh torn. Taehyung choked on his own spit.
Taehyung slowly brought his trembling hands to clamp over his mouth, choked sobs threatened to come out of his mouth. With timid steps, he trailed towards his dead friends, still unable to accept their deaths whereas they were still laughing with him just a couple of hours ago.
He stopped just arm-length’s away from Namjoon, face almost unnoticeable from all the blood on his face. Taehyung’s lips quivered.
“No…” His tone sounded so vulnerable at that moment, so small and fragile. He reached a hand reluctantly to touch the limp body hanging in front of him. “N-Namjoon hyung….”
Taehyung was about ready to cry, cry as loud as he can, letting out the pent up emotions within him because he can’t take this.
“You like my masterpiece?”
Taehyung froze at the voice, body going rigid at the familiarity. Fear overwhelmed him physically and mentally. Please no.
Taehyung dared himself to glance backwards, to see the creature fully, and he was hell-bent shocked at the appearance the creature pulled off.
A boy, probably younger than him a few years back but Taehyung doubted that, hair shiny black, tall and toned body behind long black robe that’s collar took up half of his face. He was smiling. But his wicked smile sent chills to Taehyung’s spine and it screamed danger.
His eyes screamed bloody menace, dark glitters in his dark round eyes that had Taehyung shrinking in his spot. Those hands, those cruel killing hands, crossed over behind his back and if Taehyung knew better, he would have thought that his posture was nothing but innocent.
But this boy, this creature was anything but innocent. He’s straight from hell. A demon ready to ravish every single soul he lays his eyes upon.
Taehyung visibly flinched when the coal black haired boy stepped forward. A malicious grin split his face and Taehyung shuddered at the way the male’s eyes glitters with pure joy and excitement at his sufferings.
“Why?” Taehyung accidently let out a squeak and he cursed himself for sounding so weak and vulnerable.
“You made the biggest mistake from the moment you agreed to follow your friends.” Pale hand reached out of the robe and wiped across his lower lip, where blood was smeared upon. Jungkook his cold fingers and enjoyed the way Taehyung’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in obvious fear and the way the human crept backwards towards the wall to get away from, anywhere but him.
The vampire knew very well where the question leads to and he didn’t mind answering it. After all, he was going to have the human all to himself afterwards.
“Your friends are a pain so I thought of making them as one if my arts.”
Taehyung backed away as Jungkook leaned forward, every step closer to the frightened boy and Jungkook just drinks in the delicious fear emitted from the human heartily. The scent of the warm blood pulsing through his veins drives him to the edges.
Jungkook had never takes in this kind of scent for all of his age-old life. The human in front of him smell so enticing than the others he had fed upon. He could feel his fangs growing painfully behind his lips and was throbbing on his lower lip sorely in hunger.
Taehyung stopped backing away when both of his sides met walls, having trapped at the corner of the room by the vampire. The human slowly slide down the cold wall, quickly brought his knees up to his chest. He was choking on his own sobs at the moment, too afraid to do anything and to have just witness the death of his friends in the hands of this boy, this creature, he doesn’t believe he could escape. Not anymore.
“Don’t...Please don’t kill...Me...” Taehyung whimpered, tears clogging his eyes, feeling so helpless. Jungkook crouched down in front of him, Taehyung instinctively scooted further into the corner, as if he wanted to squeeze himself into the tight space as long as he’s not anywhere near this boy. But he knew that would never happen.
“Awww...I’m not going to kill you.” Jungkook cooed, tone so wicked and eerie it sent chills to Taehyung’s entire body as if he’s electrocuted. Taehyung raised his face a bit, eyes so fragile and scared.
“...What?”
Jungkook smirked, his cold hand crept up towards Taehyung’s nape and the male shrieked in fear and shock. The creature leaned forward and whispered darkly, “But I will make you my possession.”
Taehyung couldn’t really comprehend what accured correctly but he remembered screaming in agony, pain shooting to his brain like needles from his neck when he felt sharp pain punctured his neck, Jungkook’s arm wrapped tightly around him and holding him still from his head.
Jungkook fed on the human like he never did before, having centuries of nothing but animal’s blood for not a human since the mansion was abondaned ever step into the cursed place, until these seven humans happened, this one beautiful human happened.
The taste of Taehyung was raw, sweet, clean and very addictive. Something Jungkook had never had in his entire demonic life. And he craved for more. He wanted him, all of him for himself.
Taehyung felt darkness slowly starting to engulf his mind, his body weakening and slumping further into the creature’s arms and his terrible hunger. Jungkook pulled away slightly after the human fell unconscious, but not after a much painful struggle against his dissatisfying hunger. He had taken a lot from the other, enough to last him for a week but not enough to kill him.
Jungkook swept his tongue over his fangs, smirking in satisfaction over the sight of the unconscious human. He gathered the limp body, craddled him in his arms. “You won’t die, little one.”
He bit his own tongue, hard enough to draw out a gush of blood and he dive down, pressing open mouthed kisses to the human. Even in Taehyung’s unconscious state, Jungkook could feel the human’s reluctantness to accept his offer, whimpering against his mouth weakly as he shoved his tongue down his throat, forcing the crimson liquid into his body.
Jungkook had to admit, for a human, his will was impressive, strong, challenging. A character that seemed to be Jungkook’s that he just can’t seemed to get rid off and get enough of. Because even if it’s hard to break it down at first, the result was always undeniably good.
And Jungkook was determined to break every single one of him, bit by bit.
“That will keep you alive for as long as I want you too.” Jungkook whispered, giving a last across Taehyung’s lower lip before pulling away, smirking sinisterly. He turned them around, back facing the six bodies hanging on the wall like rare gore masterpieces and walked up the red carpeted stairs, the poor human tight in his embrace.
“Mine.”
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