Broken, battered, and beautiful-chapter 2
if you havenât go check out chapter 1
 âOh hi.â even in the privacy of her own home elain was clothed in a fine dress made of satin, the color of sunflowers with a high neckline. Gwyn tried to muster up embarrassment for her own plain outfit that most definitely could have been mistaken for sleep wear, but she couldnât find the energy to care. Â
âHello, um I wanted to come by to say thank you for the other day.â Gwyn felt awkward and uncomfortable, this female had done nothing to wrong her and yet it was difficult to let the protective and territorial instincts go. Azriel was not hers, it was a mantra she replayed in her mind over and over. The words a double edge sword encouraging her to move on with a torturous truth.Â
âItâs no worry, I never would have left you on the ground at nightâ elain smiled warmly, âand besides nesta would have my head if something had happened to you.â gwyn gave her a tight smile, the most she could force herself to manage.Â
They stood in an unpleasant silence, the only sound being the soft anxious tapping of gwyns hand on her thigh, a nervous tick she had yet to break. thankfully after a couple dreadfully long seconds elain spoke, âwould you like to come in?âÂ
Gwyn let out a sigh of relief and gave a slight nod of her head. She then followed Elain into her home. As Gwyn's eyes roamed the place she felt as if she had stepped into the spring court, or what it used to look like, she supposed from what Feyre had told her about its current state.Â
Elain must have noticed her curious glance at the windows stretching from ceiling to floor with the sun blazing through them, âwhen I was looking for an apartment I wanted as much sunlight as possible,â she paused to reposition one of her many many plants. âFor meâ she paused once again, taking in the almost overwhelming amount of blossoms. âAnd the flowers. In case you havenât noticed, I have a slight obsession with greenery.âÂ
âSlight is a modest term.â gwyn noted. She laughed. The sound was sweet and full and covered the room in a joy that could not be masked. Gwyn wished she could say she couldnât remember the last time she laughed like that, but she had. Darkness coated the once joyous memorie, infecting it with anger and malice. Pain was soon to follow but Gwyn shoved it down, pressing a lid on her emotions, better to feel nothing at all then the heartbreak of what she had lost.
Elain quickly picked up a few scattered papers on her table and pulled out a seat for gwyn. âWould you like some tea? Emerie gave me a few samples but I havenât had the chance to try them yet.âÂ
âI would recommend the strawberry green tea, personally I think itâs her best, though most of them are⌠editable.âÂ
She raised an eyebrow âmost?â
âWell for Emerie's sake Iâll let you form your own opinions but between you and me, Iâd keep a safe distance from the lemon ginger.âÂ
Elain looked amused. âI will keep that in mind.âÂ
gwyn watched as elain made the tea quietly humming to herself. She set down the cup in front of her, âone strawberry green tea.â Gwyn gave a nod of gratitude before quickly realizing that that was a poor response. God had she lost her manners along with her dignity.Â
âThank you.âÂ
Once again silence fell over them, the conversation they had both known gwyn had come for hung in the air, hovering, waiting for a moment to strike. But Gwyn had made a promise to Catrin, a promise to her found sisters, and a promise to herself that she would be brave.Â
âWhat happened between you and azriel?â she blurted. Elain took a deep breath before answering, everything about her expression and posture, unsurprised by the question.Â
âIn order to really understand, I would have to start from the beginning. Are you positive you want to hear the truth?â
No. yes. No. She did not want to hear, she desperately did not want to hear but she had to know. âYes.âÂ
Elain nodded, âItâs been about four years since I became fae and the subject still isnât my-favorite, but four years ago I was engaged to a man named grayson. Looking back he was truly dreadful and a little bit of a tool. But I was in love, or.â Elainâs cheeks flushed slightly. âwhat I thought was love. He truly hated the fae and when I became the one thing he hated more than he loved me, his love quickly became fear and his fear fueled his hatred. I was dependent on others, in more ways than one. And with my world being literally and figuratively turned upside down, the one person who was supposed to love and support me through it all, abandoned me without hesitation. Although the argument could be made that I was coddled my entire life and this was a much needed wake up call.â Elain paused, letting out a shaky breath.Â
âIf this is too difficult for you we can stop.â As much as Gwyn needed to hear this story she would not force Elain to relive her trauma.Â
âI owe it to you and to my sister to avoid bad blood between us and if telling you this story is what it takes, then that is the least I can do.â She took a sip of her tea. âNow I knew I had just lost who I thought was the love of my life and then I was forced into the hands of another.âÂ
Her stepbrother, she thought. âLucien.âÂ
âYes,â elain smiled fondly. âHe was my breaking point. All I wanted was to collapse into myself, to pretend that I was still human. But with him I couldn't. He was a walking reminder of everything I hated about myself. The only thing that haunted me more than him was my own reflection. I thought that if I avoided him I could ignore the magnetic pull that drew me to him.â She looked down and bit her lip. âDenial was a personal favorite of mine.âÂ
Gwyn raised her eyebrows. âI can tell.â she watched as color flooded her cheeks and Gwyn's lips twitched.Â
âBut it was proving to be a little more difficult than I had expected. And then there was this dark, attractive male who seemed to be intrigued by me. He was kind and he was there so I forced myself to believe I had genuine feelings for him, that I desperately wanted him.â Gwyn's stomach lurched but she forced it down. âHe was a perfect distraction, there were these small moments where our fingers would brush or I would find him looking at me as if he desired me. I needed so badly to believe that this was what I wanted and yet I felt nothing. I thought that becoming fae had broken me. I made up my mind that if I kissed him, the feeling I craved would come. So at solstice, when I knew there was no way for him to avoid me, I gave myself an opening and waited until after dinner to give him his gift. He gave me a necklace and kissed my neck. We were moments away from, well you know, when he left very suddenly. I was confused and a little bit hurt and I still felt nothing. So I followed him, and wellâ elain let out a bitter laugh. âLet's just say Azriel said some rude things.âÂ
Gwynâs face was one of constant shock as elain told her the shadowsingerâs conversation with the high lord of the night court. âThe only thing he could say about you was Three Brothers, Three Sisters?!?â.Â
âYep.âÂ
âHe thought he was entitled to you because his brothers were mated to your sisters?!? Even though you had a mate??âÂ
âExactlyâÂ
âAnd you guys were so not on the same page, you guys werenât even in the same gods damn book.âÂ
She laughed. âI guess thatâs what happens when you donât communicate.â Gwyn's thoughts were a cage of her own making, one she couldnât escape. She was outraged on behalf of elain, how dare azriel make some sort of claim on her, she was not a toy to be passed around. But she couldnât help but think first Mor than Elain, what the hell was she to him? Had it all been a game of pretty words and sweet lies? Was she just one of many?Â
âAnyway, I decided that the distraction wasnât worth putting myself through whatever was going on with him so I gave him back the necklace. I assume that he saw you sometime that night or in the next few days because I saw you with the necklace a couple weeks later. I know that I did not have the right to be upset considering I gave it back but, for me, it confirmed that my decision was the right one.âÂ
Azriel had, in fact, come to her that night Gwyn thought back to solstice 2 years ago. It was the first time she had been alone with him, It was the first time she'd been alone with any male since.
 âAzriel and I barely spoke or interacted since solstice when a couple weeks ago, when I was shopping in town I saw him so drunk he could barely walk. Iâd seen him with you a couple times and it seemed like he had changed so I went to go help him and he tried to kiss me. I slapped him and walked away. The next day he came by my apartment and begged me not to tell you. I told him I owe him nothing and closed the door in his face.â. She didnât owe Gwyn anything either and yet she still defended her. âI then told Nesta what had happened and asked her to tell you.â elain took another sip of tea. âI thought it would have been better if it came from her.âÂ
Gwyn watched elain, even doing something as mundane as drinking her tea, in this house, she looked more peaceful and in her element as she had ever seen her. Gwyn was also positive this was the most she had ever heard her talk and despite a part of her still wanting to rip her head off, she was grateful for the female and she was sympathetic for what she had gone through, and she was embarrassed for not seeing this side of azriel.Â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
A puzzled look graced elainâs face. âWhat for?â
âFor what you went through, for whatever part I played in your pain.â she chuckled at that.Â
âYou did nothing wrong, besides if anyone should be apologizing it should be me.âÂ
Gwyn snorted. âThatâs ridiculous.â
âHow about it should be azriel apologizing to the both of us.â
âDealâ
elain looked out the window. âOh speaking of solstice, I have to do my gift shopping.â she glanced at Gwyn, something in her gaze she couldnât detect, maybe pity, maybe spite from an old grudge, maybe it was genuine, maybe a mix. Whatever it was made her ask, âwould you like to come with me?â
And even if it was pity or spite, even if all elain saw was a broken toy in need of saving, she said âyes.â
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Hunter and Prey
Chapter 1 - 3
Pairing: Michael Langdon / OFC
Genre/Warnings: Rated M for future smut, as in dirty-devil-worshipping-sex!
Summary: "Iâve learned now that you were trying to escape it, trying to escape your darkness and demons. But why bother? Why not bask in it, embrace your hunger for evilness. Stop turning the mirrors around, and look at yourself. At what you can become."
a/n: I was desperate for more Michael Langdon in my life and figured I might try sharing my pathetic attempt at getting some dreamscapes out of my head (sometimes my fingers canât keep up with my imagination). Hope you enjoy!
Quick disclaimer: Iâm not a native speaker, so please be patient with me.
I have posted this Fanfic on Archive Of Our Own, too, so feel free to check it out over there
I have already posted 6 chapters on Archive, Iâll split them up in two text posts and will post ânormalâ chapters after this
Chapter 1
Darkness had swallowed the world around me a while ago, and still, I couldnât get my body to move. It felt like I was glued to the roof I was perched on, my legs dangling over the edge. All I needed was a little push. Just a little push, and thenâŚ
âValentine.â Williamâs cool voice stopped me from skidding closer to what might as well be an abyss. âThis new flirtation of yours is getting dangerous,â he noted, holding out his hand. I scoffed and looked into the welcoming darkness beneath me, one last time.
William didnât wait for me to accept his wordless gesture of helping me up.
âI wouldnât have jumped,â I snapped as he pulled me up and back towards the heavy door, âLike you said, itâs a flirtation. Not a full-blown relationship.â He just arched an eyebrow in disbelief and shuffled me back inside.
âIs there anything we need to talk about?â he checked. Absentmindedly I smoothed over my clothes, not in the mood to speak to him.
âDo you want to die?â
His question made my head snap up, âWhy would you ask that?â
âBecause this is the third time Iâve found you out there,â he gestured towards the door that was supposed to be used by âauthorized personnel onlyâ.
I took a moment to appreciate the once mysterious man that had looked after me for the last two years. Things would be so much easier if all I wanted in life was him.
William was tall, about six-foot-two, lean yet muscular, and Iâve always thought that he should model â preferably naked because I knew the perfection that was hidden under his casual attire. Of course, he had also been blessed with perfectly symmetrical facial features and cheekbones that were sharp enough to cut cheese. He was ridiculously handsome.
His eyes were a tantalizing mixture of a lighter blue with the slightest hint of green, depending on the light that hit them. I remembered when those eyes had looked at me with lust and affection, and not with the worry that was written in them now. When he ran his fingers through his dark blonde hair, an unconscious movement he often did, I fell out of my daze.
âI need some air,â I declared, evading the discussion for now.
âYou just got back inside,â he noted with a frown and pressed his lips into a thin line. I gave him a look and started towards the stairs that would lead me back to a floor from where I could take the elevator.
âYou canât run away from me.â
I halted, turning on my heel, âPlease, let me try. Just for tonight. I promise to be careful. And Iâll be back in my room by dawn.â
William took a deep breath and rubbed his brow in defeat, âFine. I promise Iâll let you run freely tonight.â
I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling too broadly, âThank you.â
With curiosity, he followed my movements as I fumbled for my necklace. Before he could voice his disapproval, I hurried to say, âYou said freely. Iâll be fine, I can take care of myself.â
He held his palm out so I could give him the necklace, âI know you can. But that doesnât mean Iâm okay with this.â
âThank you,â I just said, leaned in and kissed his cheek, the skin icy against my warm lips.
The moment I stepped out of the hotel and onto the streets of Seattle, I was greeted by the same clammy air that I already knew from the rooftop. The cityâs climate was already beginning to sink into my chest, announcing that I would probably be in bed with a cold before too long.
Although it was past ten pm, the streets were still filled with tourists and people looking for a good time. Me, on the other hand, I was just looking forward to getting lost between strangers. Grateful for the anonymity and the lack of interest I was shown, I kept wandering through the city, the clicking of my boots against the concrete a constant, reassuring sound.
Eventually, when my breath started to cloud and the chill bit into my cheeks, I stopped dead in my tracks. With a frown, I looked around myself only to realize that I had put a lot of distance between me and the hotel. So much so, that I was currently standing in the dim light of a weak streetlamp that failed piteously at illuminating the sidewalk I found myself on.
âStrangeâŚâ I murmured to myself, realizing that I had wandered out of the city without having any recollection of it.
The neighborhood looked shady and deserted, with decrepit houses lining the street. A musty, foul smell hung in the air, and there was no soul in sight. A streetlamp further down flickered irregularly, almost distracting me from the steps that were sounding somewhere behind me. Almost.
A glance on my phone told me that there was no service, meaning that there was no way for me to call for help. My hands curled into fists, my nails digging into my palms painfully when I realized that this was a set-up. I had walked straight into a set-up, without realizing it until nowâŚwithout wearing my necklace.
My body was tingling with nervous anticipation when I turned around, my eyes searching the darkness for even the slightest shadow of the person who had followed me.
âDonât be a coward,â I hissed into the darkness, trying to lure my haunter from his or her hiding spot. My heart hammered in my chest when I thought Iâd seen a silhouette moving towards the light of one of the streetlamps further down the road. I squinted, hoping to see clearer in the darkness.
With my focus elsewhere, I was caught off guard when I felt a warm breath at my ear, âIâm right here.â It was a manâs voice. A voice soft like velvet, placid and enticing, but laced with icy venom underneath.
I knew better than to turn around, so, instead, I tried to look from the corner of my eyes. But there was nothing there. In fact, what I saw there was utterly different from the street I found myself in.
âThis is a bluff,â I breathed, a smile playing on my lips as I believed to have caught on to what was happening here. This wasnât a set-up, it wasnât even a trick â it was a test.
My hands relaxed and I started to feel the stinging pain of the marks my nails had left on my skin. I concentrated and closed my eyes, reaching for something that was hidden deep inside of me. When I opened them, I was no longer on that deserted street.
I found myself at the entrance of a side alley of a busier street. No one noticed me as I stood, taking it all in with the fascination of a young child. Without much effort, I had broken whatever illusion that had been built around me.
As people were casually strolling past the side alley, chatting, laughing, and enjoying themselves, my spine straightened with a sense of accomplishment.
âIntriguing,â the voice from earlier crooned. This time, it was real. This time, someone was standing behind me.
Slowly, I turned around, curious to find out who had been playing tricks on me before. It definitely wasnât William, although he might have the power it took to build a falsified reality for the mind. Maybe it was someone from the nest, someone I had yet to meet?
Although the darkness of the side alley covered him like a soft veil, I could tell that he was staggeringly beautiful. With feline grace, he took a step towards me, allowing the light from the street to illuminate his handsome features, his full lips curled up in a small smile. His face was framed by soft wheat blonde waves that reached past his collarbone, and his long coat looked like it had been made of night itself.
I swallowed hard when I met his eyes, those ice blue eyes that shone with faint amusement, danger, and something else that I couldnât quite put my finger on. Arrogance and poise radiated from him, as he scrutinized me as if I was something he could toy with as he pleased.
He wasnât from the nest. No one associated with William or my mentor, ClĂŠmence, would dare to play with me. They knew better. And he was different. Very, very different.
âWho are you?â I demanded, lifting my chin with whatever pride I had left in me after he had practically stripped me naked with nothing but his gaze.
âThe far more interesting question is who you are,â his words were smooth, like a snake gliding through water. He took a step towards me. Then another, and another until his legs had eaten up the distance between us.
âYou caught on to my game. Youâre the first to ever do that,â he noted, wickedness glistening in his eyes, âTell me what you are.â
âThatâs none of your business,â I scoffed, folding my arms in front of my body protectively.
âYou just made yourself my business,â he hissed and pierced me with his stare, âNow tell me what you are.â
âWhat I am is tired of walking down your sorry-ass dreamscape. What I am is annoyed of having to explain myself to a total stranger. What I am is pissed off, so find someone else to play your mind games on, Iâm outta here.â
I was walking a dangerous line, but I knew that I couldnât tell him who, or what I was.
As I turned my back on him without waiting for a response, I held my breath. My nails found their wounds from earlier and drew blood. I dove into the bustle of the people, storming back to the hotel. On my way, I didnât dare to look behind myself a single time.
The moment I had stepped through the hotel doors, a sense of relief had washed over me. But now, in the elevator, my stomach turned leaden. For some reason, I wasnât sure it was possible to outrun the man I had just encountered.
I silently hoped that William was waiting in the suite, that he had not gone out to find something to eat. But when I unlocked the door with the keycard, I realized that the rooms were all deserted.
With an uneasy feeling, I found my necklace and pulled it over my head, tugging it under my cashmere sweater securely. My flirtation with danger was officially over.
In an attempt to calm myself down, I made myself a cup of tea and savored the heat of the porcelain against my skin as I carried it into the lounge.
But the room was no longer empty.
To my horror, I found the stranger sitting on the couch with a nonchalance that suggested this was his space, not mine. I gaped at him in utter disbelief. How had he gotten in without me noticing?
âWe never finished our talk. Sit,â he gestured elegantly to the armchair across from him, the same small smile on his lips from before.
It felt like I was rooted to the floor, unable to take a step back or forth.
âIt wasnât an invitation. It was an order,â he added, his smile faltering slightly as he grew impatient with me, âSit.â
I could feel in my bones that he was dangerous, but I stood my ground. For a moment I even considered throwing my cup at him but decided against it.
âIâve been watching you,â he declared and got up in one fluid motion, âhave seen how you yearned for darkness, for death.â His steps were slow and deliberate as he walked towards me, his hands folded behind his back.
âGet away from me,â I snarled when he began to circle me, sizing me up, like a hunter would its prey.
âWhat are you?â He repeated his question as he stopped before me and rested a hand under his chin, regarding me intently.
âI thought I made myself clear before,â I noted coldly.
A dark chuckle escaped him, âYou, my dear, are very, very bold. A characteristic that usually doesnât sit well with me.â His hand reached for me, but he reconsidered only inches before touching my cheek. âYou hold a certain fascination,â he breathed, âAt least tell me your name.â
âTell me yours and Iâll tell you mine,â I offered, and fought the urge to throw my hot tea into his beautiful face.
âIâm Michael Langdon.â He tilted his head in predatory anticipation.
âValentine Sheridan,â I gave him a small nod and immediately regretted the polite gesture.
âWhy wonât you tell me what you are, Valentine?â
Just when I wanted to open my mouth to snap something back at him, his eyes shifted from me towards the door. âSomeone has come to rescue you,â he announced with irritation.
âItâs always dangerous to assume you have the upper hand when in reality youâre inferior,â I noted with a pulled up eyebrow. Michaelâs nostrils flared delicately, indicating that his annoyance was turning to anger.
âHow dare you call me inferior?â his tone was dripping with venom.
The beast that was slumbering within me, opened an eye in curiosity at his tone and stretched lazily as if warming itself up to bare its fangs. âItâs just a wild guess,â I smirked.
âValentine, open up,â Williamâs voice was muffled through the door, and he knocked vehemently. I frowned. Why couldnât he open the door?
âSheâs indisposed at the moment,â Michael called back before leaning down and whispering into my ear, âIâm not done with you yet.â
He was using magic. No...not magic. Something else, something I had never felt before.
âBut Iâm done with you.â I waved my hand in dismissal and felt my power awaken. With utter astonishment, Michael reached for his throat, panic flashing in his eyes. âYouâre human, you need air to breathe. And what I amâŚis powerful enough to take that basic need away from you.â
I relished my triumph as he sunk to his knees before me, âDo you still believe youâre the hunter, Mr. Langdon?â
Before he could get unconscious, his eyes turned completely black, and one of his hands clasped around my wrist, pulling me down to him with a force that was beyond human. Something else had entered his body, using him as a vessel.
âYou will learn that I am not your inferior.â Michaelâs voice sounded distorted. It was no longer his own.
Power surged through me, like millions of chains that were wrapping themselves around every bone, every fiber of my body. All I could do was slump to the floor, bound by whatever had possessed Michael.
My own power, the usually very protective and playful beast, had ducked and hidden away somewhere deep inside me. There was no way of reaching it.
With a malicious laugh, Michael cupped my face, âI will have so much fun teaching you.â
Although I tried to struggle against his control, I couldnât stop it from snaking through me until it eventually reached my mind. All I had left was to give in and let him take over. The world around me stilled, turned black, and I was gone.
Chapter 2
A loud crack of thunder jolted me awake. Immediately I sat up and looked around, realizing that I wasnât in the bed of my hotel suite â frankly, I doubted to still be in the same state.
Curious, I inspected my surroundings. A lamp on the bedside table dipped the room in soft light, revealing that I was in a house that must be located in the middle of a forest. The trees outside were swaying gently in the thunderstorm that had woken me up.
Night still reigned, although I guessed that the sun would rise soon. There wasnât a single streetlight, or any lights of a neighboring house to be seen. Wherever this place was, it had been built in utter isolation to maintain the highest level of privacy possible.
The room was mostly bare. At the floor to ceiling corner windows sat a heavy green armchair that would look inviting under other circumstances. Next to the spacious bed I was sitting in, it was the only furniture. To my right was a sliding door made of frosted glass that looked to be leading into a bathroom. To my left was a set of doors, probably a closet, and another glass door which would lead out of the room.
I held my breath, trying to make out any movement or sounds. But the house appeared to be dead silent, the only sound being the rain pattering against the windows.
Careful to make as little noise as possible, I climbed out of bed.
Someone had changed my clothing. My jeans and sweater had been exchanged for an elegant, long-sleeved black gown that was cut from fluid silk. With its floor-skimming length and revealing neckline, it was too beautiful to just be worn to bed. And it revealed that it hadnât been William who had put the dress on me. He would have known that I preferred a pair of comfortable pajamas and, most importantly, he wouldnât have removed my necklace.
It came as a pleasant surprise that the dark grey concrete floor was heated so I wouldnât have to put on the black satin slippers that waited at the bed. I needed to tiptoe around the house, to find out where I was and how to get out of here. The shoes werenât exactly ideal for this plan, no matter how well they matched the dress.
Before leaving the room, I reached for my powers, but as it turned out, in vain. They were hidden somewhere in the deepest, darkest space of my usually overflowing well. And there was no way of accessing them at this point.
Carefully, I slid the door away, revealing a narrow hallway. The room I had woken up in was the last door to the right, the opposite wall being nothing but a long window facade.
While the storm swallowed what little noise my feet made against the floor, I snuck down the hall and ignored the other two closed doors I passed. The hallway appeared to end in a wide staircase, and a small ledge, framed by a minimalistic black wire railing allowed me to look down into the living space.
Only one of the walls didnât have any windows. Instead, it was covered in glossy white shelves that were completely filled with books. It was useless to attempt to guess how many books were stacked on the shelves, and for a moment I wondered whether my abductor had ever read them all.
In the middle of the room were an open fireplace, two couches and an armchair crafted of black velvet arranged around it. Michael rested on one of the chairs, holding a glass with amber liquid in one hand. His ice blue eyes were lit up by the crackling fire he was staring into in abstraction.
âFinally awake?â he asked, not bothering to look up at me, âPlease. Join me.â
Apparently, he had given up on giving me commands and was trying requests now. Interesting.
I padded down the glass staircase, the steps icy against my naked feet, deciding that I might as well speak to him. If he was so aware of me moving around the house, there was no chance to escape. At least not while he was awake.
Michael followed my every move as I draped myself on the couch across from him, carefully arranging the skirt of my dress. His gaze wandered over me and a small smile, much different from the one he had worn before, spread on his lips. He looked appreciative.
âI took the liberty of dressing you,â he noted as if he expected me to thank him for it. âI hope you enjoyed it. Especially the underwear,â I snorted, âPlease apologize that my outfit wasnât appropriate for yourâŚhome.â
âOh, this isnât my home. Itâs merely a residence,â he drawled and leaned forward. With a smooth movement, he offered me his drink.
âAre you trying to poison me now?â I demanded, regarding him with suspicion.
âIf I wanted you dead, youâd be dead already.â He sat back and emptied the glass in one swig, looking at the fire as if it could give him answers to questions he hadnât asked.
Although I didnât want to admit it, I knew he was right. In the meantime, he had had more than one opportunity to slit my throat.
âWhy I am I here then?â
âHavenât you paid attention to anything Iâve said?â he snapped viciously.
I tilted my head in surprise, shifting towards the edge of my seat so I could get a closer look at him. He was dressed in a black shirt, vest and dress pants and was still wearing boots. Not a single strand of his glorious hair was out of place, but his face bore signs of exhaustion.
I sucked on my lip when I realized that him keeping me in check was wearing him out. Michael had kept himself awake because he couldnât be sure to keep me asleep, and within this house.
âWhat do you want from me?â I tried to sound more gentle this time. There was no way in hell that he would let me go. And even if he would, I had no idea of how to get back to William. For better or for worse, I was stuck here. For now.
âI donât know yet,â he admitted and met my gaze. His brows nudged together when he noticed that my contentiousness was gone.
âHow did you manage to subdue my powers?â
My question was answered with a triumphant smile, âThere are spells for everything. Even to control an extraordinary specimen such as yourself.â
The kindness that I had felt just seconds before immediately dwindled, and now I wanted to slap the smug grin off of his face. He was lying. What he had used wasnât magic, it was sheer power that had surged through me. It hadnât felt like a spell at all.
Something inside me stirred in affirmation, and I tried to keep my face as neutral as possible. Michael didnât control my powers, couldnât control them. They were hiding, deliberately, to make him believe that they were restrained.
âYou must be a very powerful witch then,â I teased and he shot me a look for using that word, âWhat else can you do?â
He rose from the chair and sauntered towards me, âYou see, I have a talent. Call it a kind ofâŚnight-vision of the soul. I can see into the dark places that people desperately try to keep hidden.â
A talent wasnât a power, it wasnât a spell.
âBut with youâŚI can only assume. I was unable to look into you, which is why I realize now that it was foolish to assume that you were looking for darkness.â
He squatted down in front of me and put a hand on my thigh, the warmth of his skin radiating through the thin fabric of the dress, making a shiver dance down my spine. If he wasnât such a controlling creep, I would have liked to take things elsewhere.
âIâve learned now that you were trying to escape it, trying to escape your darkness and demons. But why bother? Why not bask in it, embrace your hunger for evilness. Stop turning the mirrors around, and look at yourself. At what you can become.â
I swallowed hard, feeling how he drew me in, with his alluring voice, with those enticing eyes that reflected the burning fire.
âI know how much you enjoyed cutting off my air. Tell me, what else do you enjoy?â
Michaelâs other hand cupped my now burning cheek and it felt like the air was crackling between us. âWhat else would you like to do to me?â
His words had created a needy knot in my belly that was ever so slowly wandering down between my legs. I didnât want to give into him, I needed to win the upper hand.
âWhat I would like to do is cut off your filthy paws so they will no longer touch me,â I hissed and slapped his hand away from my face.
âYouâre a delight,â he crooned ecstatically and his fingers gave my thigh a gentle squeeze before he removed them and straightened. I cursed the part of myself that lamented his withdrawal.
âNow, what am I to do with this?â He produced my necklace from his pocket and dangled it around playfully, âThereâs a spell on it. But one I have never encountered before. Itâs almost as enigmatic as yourself.â
âMaybe you should just give it back to me,â I suggested, my words coated with the ice that had shot into my veins to cool me off from his touch. Michael was getting under my skin, and I needed it to stop.
âI think Iâd rather drop it in the fire and destroy it,â he said and grinned teasingly at me, his eyes dancing with dark humor.
âOh, please do. That necklace is the reason why someone came to help me,â I explained with a shrug, âShould you destroy it, this place will be swarmed with people coming to my rescue. And I doubt youâd survive them.â
Michael paused and inspected the dark, rounded pendant of the necklace that at first glance would resemble a pearl that was no bigger than a dime. The stone wasnât completely black and opaque, as there were tiny silver speckles within it that reflected the light.
There was no reason to tell him that my threat was merely a bluff. Nothing would happen if he destroyed the stone. Nothing, except for the destruction of my preferred exit strategy.
âItâs a bloodstone,â I declared, feeling that it was my time to be smug â and honest.
Something in his demeanor shifted as if he suddenly had been given a piece of information that changed things. âThese are extremely rare,â he noted with suspicion and rolled the stone between his fingers, âWhere did you get it?â
âFrom the person whose blood it was made from,â I explained, well-knowing that William was currently moving heaven and earth to find me.
âI thought they were all gone?â Michael asked in disbelief.
I shook my head, âThere are many of them. And they will come to retrieve me. By taking me here, you just got yourself into a world of trouble, Mr. Langdon.â
His lips parted slightly as his arrogance and poise faltered. It wasnât fear that flickered in his eyes. But worry.
With a smile I rose from my seat and came to stand before him, âYou know what I would really like to do to you?â
My fingers reached for his throat, as I dragged a nail along his carotid artery, reveling in the fact that my touch left goosebumps on his skin. Just a man after all.
âWhen Iâm turned, I want to sink my fangs into your neck and drink from you. Let your life force course through me as you slowly dwindle away under my touch. How does that sound?â I breathed my question against his skin.
âRavishing,â he answered huskily, âPlease, do tell me in what other ways you want to torment me.â His hands found my waist and pulled me against him so I could feel his excitement straining against his pants.
He was getting off on this!
When he started to lean in, his lust-clouded eyes lingering on my lips in anticipation, I panicked. My palm struck his cheek before I knew what I was doing. Immediately he let go of me, bewilderment written across his face when he came back to his senses. As if he hadnât expected to react to me that way. As if he had given in to being seduced.
As he held his cheek, I shook my head at him. âYou need a cold shower and a nap, Romeo.â
âYouâre vicious.â Coming from him, it sounded like a compliment.
âWell, you told me to get in touch with my darkness. I guess I just did.â
âYouâre more than just a seductress. Why wonât you just tell me what you are?â
The fact that he couldnât read me like he could other people was pure frustration to him, that much was obvious.
âHow about you keep me alive and find out?â I suggested and bit the inside of my cheek, knowing that I had bought myself enough time to steal my necklace back.
Michael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clearly to calm himself down. âIâll grow on you, I promise,â I chuckled.
âThe room you woke up in, is yours. All windows and doors are locked, so donât bother trying to get out. And even if you should find a way to steal yourself away, I will know and I will find you. Thereâs nothing around us, for miles. Only the woods.â
His tone held enough warning that I lifted my palms in a surrendering gesture, âI understand.â
âI will retire for tonight, as should you,â he noted coldly and put his hands behind his back, âAnd, Valentine. Just so you know, my patience is limited.
He turned on his heel without awarding me with another glance and disappeared upstairs, leaving me behind with a strange sensation surging through me.
There was no doubt that he was powerful, albeit that there was no way of telling where his power came from. Not yet, anyway. I could feel in my bones, with every fiber of my body, that I was stronger than him, had been gifted differently and more generously. I was certain of it.
And I was certain of something else: together we could have the world at our feet, with nothing but a snap of our fingers. But what I didnât know was whether that thought scared orâŚexcited me.
Chapter 3
The next morning, the storm had died down and, instead, the skies appeared to have been swept clean from any clouds, giving the sun a clear cerulean playground. A soft fall breeze ruffled the colorful leaves on the trees and in the daylight, I could make out a river gurgling peacefully through the woods. Wherever I was, the climate appeared to be similar to Washington.
This place was truly picturesque, and I would have liked nothing more than to put on a cozy sweater and a pair of boots to go explore my surroundings, to breathe in the crisp air.
With a sigh, I remembered that I couldnât leave the house. Or, at least, wasnât allowed to. So I peeled myself away from the tall windows unwillingly and headed into the bathroom.
Last night I had inspected it before going back to bed and had rejoiced at finding a gigantic, freestanding bathtub that was placed at a window, allowing a beautiful view of the forest. I figured that I might as well spend some of my time here pampering myself. Especially because I wasnât exactly keen on spending my entire day with my abductor.
Absentmindedly I sat on the edge of the tub and waited for it to fill with warm water, while my thoughts drifted to the mysterious man that appeared to still be asleep.
Before I had entered my room last night, I had noticed that the lights were on next door. Had noticed that there was only a single separating us.
It wasnât surprising that I had slept uneasily. My mind just couldnât stir itself away from him and I kept trying to make sense of where he got his powers from.
Over the years, I had been fortunate enough to encounter many talented witches. I knew what witchcraft felt like, knew what it looked like, and how it made the air ripple when used. And Michaelâs power felt nothing like that. My power was nothing like that.
The sense of otherworldliness that surrounded him was somber and destructive, whereas a witch felt light and healing. There was, of course, the slight possibility that, similar to me, he had been bestowed with power from someone, or something, else.
I stored that idea away for later because, eventually, hunger drove me out of the bath. I hadnât eaten in forever and I started to accept the fact that I would have to eat whatever food was in this house. Michael had stolen my phone, and if this place was as isolated as he claimed, there was no way that I could order a pizza anyway.
To my dismay, the closet only offered a selection of floor-length dresses and gowns that definitely wouldnât be part of my usual day-to-day wardrobe.
Where Michael had gotten these dresses from and why they all looked to be the right size, was beyond me. And what alarmed me was the large amount flimsy lace lingerie that was stocked in the drawers.
After opting for a black silk-satin dress with a waist-defining tie, I pushed the thought away that he brought other women here. Why else would he keep these clothes around?
A small knot of jealousy curled deep in my gut, but I destroyed it by telling myself that he forced all those women to dress beautifully for him, to then kill them, and bury them deep in the woods.
I wouldnât be one of them.
The long skirt of my dress whispered against the floor as I tiptoed into the hallway, careful to make as little noise as possible.
Although it was still early, I could hear the consistent clicking of a keyboard coming from his room, suggesting that he was awake and had a computer in there with him.
I should try to break into his room the next chance I got. An e-mail would work just as well as my necklace.
As I made my way downstairs, I hoped that Michael hadnât removed the bloodstone from around my neck until we had gotten here. There was a slim chance that William could have felt me while I was unconscious, and would be able to trace me.
But even without it, they would find me sooner or later. I was too important, too precious to give up on.
With Michael still upstairs, I decided to explore the rest of the contemporary house.
A wide hallway connected to the open living space and lead into a spacious kitchen that was kept in charcoal colors. The counters and appliances looked new and untouched, just like the three black stools that sat in front of a kitchen island.
On my way, I had passed the front door but didnât even bother to inspect whether it was truly locked or not. Opposite of it, was another door that caught my attention.
It wasnât made of frosted glass like the others, it was made of sturdy wood and lacquered white to match the color of the walls.
When I tried to turn the knob, it was locked.
Theoretically, it could lead to an office or a small guest bathroom. But why lock it?
Michael was clearly working on his computer upstairs and he didnât strike me as a person that would leave important documents lying around â he would keep them with him, at all times.
When I padded towards the fridge, I tried to make a mental floor plan of the house. Whatever was waiting behind that door, it was swallowing quite a bit of space.
Maybe it was leading into a basement. The basement where he kept all his girls.
I shook my head at my own thoughts and told myself to lay off the crime mysteries.
As I inspected the food, I shrugged off my curiosity and decided that I might as well just ask him what he was hiding behind the door. Worst case scenario he would get annoyed and not tell me. There wasnât anything for me to lose.
The kitchen was incredibly well-stocked and offered enough ingredients to cook various dishes. By the looks of it, Michael had prepared to feed an entire family. For several days.
I could only assume that this detail implied that he was planning on keeping me here for a while.
Warily I sniffed at what I had collected and decided that it wasnât poisoned. After all, he was human, too. He had to eat, just like me.
By the time I had finished cooking, I heard steps coming down the staircase. I didnât bother to look at him when I placed the still hot skillet under running water so it could cool off in the sink.
âIâd say âgood morning, sleepyheadâ, but youâve been up for quite a while,â I noted and turned around to brace my arms against the walnut countertop of the kitchen aisle. To my surprise, Michael looked at the food in utter disbelief, his ice blue eyes ignoring me completely.
âI made enough for two,â I explained, âI figured since I wonât be eating you anytime soon, I would make breakfast.â
He met my gaze, a frown on his handsome face. I had almost forgotten how stunning he was. Almost.
Dressed in a black shirt, dress pants and a jacket made of deep red velvet, he looked every bit a dark prince. His beautiful hair put mine to shame, as I had only collected it in a bun to get it out of the way.
âFrench toast?â he asked bewildered.
I nodded and drizzled some powdered sugar over our breakfast, âItâs the only thing I could think of at the top of my head. And I was too lazy to check whether your bookshelves held a cookbook.â
With curiosity, I noticed how his usually poised expression faltered and softened as if he was reminiscing.
âItâs not poisoned. In fact, itâs delicious. Iâm a decent cook,â I explained and pushed a plate towards him, surprised by the very human side of him I was suddenly presented with.
Immediately, his facade snapped back up and he gave me that arrogant smile that I just wanted to roll my eyes at. Or drool over. Because, unfortunately, I couldnât deny that I felt incredibly attracted to him, even if he had abducted me.
Maybe I was beginning to get Stockholm syndrome?
With quick fingers he pushed the plate I had offered him back and pulled the one I had chosen for myself towards him. âOh, please,â I sighed and shook my head slowly.
âYou didnât accept the drink last night,â he said with a shrug.
âAnd maybe my darkness has whispered into my ear to poison my own plate, because it knew that you would take it,â I scoffed.
âCareful, Valentine,â he warned, wickedness shining in his eyes.
âJust eat your breakfast.â
Michael reached for my plate and carried it to the dinner table that was placed at the large windows, where the sun falling through the leaves sent shadows dancing across the dark wood.
Gracefully he slid into the seat across from me and waited for me to join him.
âConsidering that this is merely a residence, it is well-prepared for visitors,â I tried to sound conversational.
âWhat do you want to know?â he asked and inspected the bite of French toast that sat on his fork.
âI want to know why you have a closet filled with ridiculously expensive womenâs fashion that just sits there, untouched and unused. Am I one of many?â Instead of meeting his gaze, I pushed around some of the strawberries I had cut up.
âI told you, I had been watching you. Maybe I was just well-prepared and had been planning on bringing you here for a while,â he answered smugly and took the first bite of his food.
Michaelâs eyes closed for a moment as he savored the taste.
âSo Iâm not wearing the panties of a stranger?â I just had to know.
A chuckle escaped him as if he were honestly amused, âNo. Those panties were bought specifically for you. Everything was.â
I let go of a breath that I hadnât realized to be holding. It was very, very good to know that I was not wearing someone elseâs underwear. It was also interesting to learn that he had prepared to bring me here, had gone shopping so I would have something to wear, had stocked the closet just as well as the kitchen.
This wouldnât just be a short weekend getaway.
âWhatâs behind that door over there?â I pointed towards the locked mystery gate with my fork.
âThatâs nothing you need to concern yourself with.â His tone was cold and final and told me to shut my mouth.
I put my cutlery down and looked at him intently, âWhen will you finally tell me what you want with me? You told me that youâll have fun teaching me, but so far youâve only tried to teach me how to dress well, by withholding sweatpants and t-shirts. But I already know how to dress like an heiress. I am one, for goodnessâ sake.â
When he froze, I realized my mistake. Unintentionally, I had given him the one small detail that could change things. That could expose me.
âAnd just when I wanted to ask you to stop ruining this delicious breakfast with your questions, you suddenly make it all the sweeter,â he rested his hand under his chin, âWill you finally tell me what you are?â
âAnd give you the one thing you want from me? Never,â I snorted.
âWho says that thatâs the only thing I want from you?â he purred, his gaze wandering to my cleavage provocatively.
âYou disgust me,â I lied, my heartbeat hammering in my chest. Michael laughed before he continued to eat his breakfast.
âWhoever you belong to has cleaned up nicely behind themselves, by the way. I canât find any records of you anywhere. Youâre like a ghostâŚâ
I chose to ignore his comment and focused on my breakfast instead, well-knowing that there was no information about me anywhere. Â
We finished eating in silence, and I shot him a look when I cleared the dishes from the table, âDonât get used to this. Iâll think twice before cooking anything for you from now on.â
Michael ignored my snarky comment and rose from the table. While I placed the dishes in the sink, I saw something that gave me an idea, something that could maybe enlighten me.
Just because I was still human, didnât mean that I had never had a taste of what was to come.
When I turned around, he was casually smoothing over his jacket and started picking invisible lint from it, completely unaware of my movements.
âOr is this why you brought me here? To play house? An enigmatic woman that might just be good enough for you to keep around?â Michael met my gaze and clearly waited for me to go on.
âIs there anything else I can do for you?â I asked and slowly started to step around the kitchen island. He pulled up an eyebrow in surprise, following my every move until I came to stand before him.
Unfazed, he observed how I let my fingers run over the lapel of his jacket, until they ghosted further up, towards his neck. His eyes found mine as my finger traced the spot where I had touched him the night before, and when his lips parted slightly, I knew that I got him exactly where I wanted.
âI thought I disgusted you,â he noted in an attempt to sound aloof.
âWell, maybe I just changed my mind. Maybe I want to give in to the darkness. Want to give inâŚto you.â I wetted my lips, looking up at him through my lashes.
Then, with the velocity of a snake, I reached for the knife I had hidden in my dress and ran the blade over his skin.
Not to kill him, but to draw blood.
When it started to seep out of the shallow wound, I let my weapon clatter to the floor. Determined, I gripped his jacket and pulled myself close to him. Â
A gasp escaped his mouth when my tongue ran over his warm skin, greedily licking his blood.
His sweet life force washed over my taste buds and I savored the power that was rushing through it. A power that, indeed, had been bestowed upon him. From something dark and evil that craved nothing but havoc and domination.
Intoxicated from his taste, I broke away from him and hungrily gulped down air to regain focus.
When I met his eyes, they were filled with wonder, surprise, and the same lust I had seen in them last night.
Before I could stop him, he pulled me close again and held me firmly with one arm as his thumb traced my bottom lip lazily, wiping off his own blood. His touch was territorial and the way he looked at my lips made heat pound between my legs instantaneously.
Michael leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. Â
His kiss was gentle and tentative at first, but when my fingers instinctively tangled themselves in his silky hair, he deepened it.
Drunk on his blood, I decided to ignore the warning bells that went off in my head as he kissed me fiercely. I wanted to relish this moment. Wanted to relish him. Wanted to do everything with him.
Eventually, Michael withdrew and for once the smug smile was gone from his face.
âPlease,â he started breathlessly, âPlease, tell me what you are.â
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Behind those chocolate eyes - Chapter 8
(credits to @sweetopiaa for the header)
Genre: Vampire!Jungkook, Vampire!BTS, High School!AU, fluff, angst
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Warnings: mention of death, angst
Summary: When some new boys move to town and start at your uneventful high school, one of them catches your eye, but you canât seem to figure out exactly why. Others think that youâve caught his eye as well, but his distant personality says otherwise. You decide you want to know him, but the closer the two of you get the more you get the feeling that thereâs something heâs not telling you.
Word Count: 4.5k
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25 Years Ago
âSo this must be the troublesome little brother Iâve heard so much about?â a beautiful young woman asked, standing in a room with seven boys, six of which were trapped in a state of shock, as the remaining boy had just returned home after a long time away. This boy just so happened to be the person to whom the woman was directing her question.
âFlattering to know Iâm such an interesting topic of conversation around here,â he replied with an arrogant smirk. He waltzed around the room casually as if his return were nothing, but the six menâs faces overtaken with some sort of amazement seemed to prove otherwise. âWhoâs this?â He nonchalantly gestured to the woman whom he was now becoming acquainted with as he questioned the other boys in the room.
âI donât think you need to know that, Jungkook,â one of the six aggressively came back, stepping forward and in front of of the woman in question. Jungkook had been idly examining a figurine sat on one of the shelves in the living room he had been separated from for years now, but turned to face his brother with a raise of an eyebrow at his out-of-character outburst.
âYoongi... Whatâs made you so uptight?â he asked as a joking grin appeared on his face.Â
âOf course I would be uptight when you all of a sudden show up around here again after going wild all over the country for the past 20 years. What kind of reaction did you expect?â Yoongi retorted angrily, causing Seokjin to step forward to rest a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him.
âWhat are you doing back so suddenly, Jungkook?â Seokjin asks civilly.
Jungkook steps forward putting up an innocent front, âIs it so wrong for me to want to see my brothers again after so long?â His excuse seemed to earn an eye roll from Yoongi and a few suspicious glances from the others. âWhy would you think there would be some sort of alternative intention?â
âWe never said thatâs what we thought,â Seokjin responded calmly, fulfilling his role as the oldest to keep peace.Â
âThatâs a relief because I think Iâll stick around here for a little while... If thatâs alright with you, Yoongi,â he explained while sending a patronizing smirk the raven-haired maleâs way. Yoongi only scowled in return.
Namjoon then finally spoke up and added in a warning tone, âJungkook, if youâre here to terrorize the people of this town, then you better leave. Weâve made a home here and we donât plan on being forced to leave because of your irresponsible actions.â
Jungkook gave a dramatic eye roll and chuckled. âTrust me, I know how to control myself.â Jungkook acknowledged the woman in the room once more as he gave her a pointed look and attempted to question once again with another one of his signature cocky smirks. âAnd you are?â
The woman finally spoke after quietly observing the interactions between brothers, finally seeing the true personality of the boy she had only heard troubling stories of. âElizabeth.â
6 months later...
âYou really messed up this time, Jungkook. Youâre going to get all of us caught!â Namjoon scolded the youngest, even though it seemed to be in vain as he showed no sense of remorse. âWe told you when you first showed up that we wouldnât let you get us driven out of town, and you said you could control yourself, but look what you did!â
âOh come on, it was just one girl, and sheâll be fine once she goes to the hospital. I didnât drink enough of her blood to kill her.â Jungkook made excuses for himself. âBesides, I think she enjoyed it. I do have a way with women,â he added arrogantly with no intention of admitting his wrongdoing.
âYour days of using humans as your playthings are over,â Namjoon spat out with finality. At this time, a frequent visitor came through the door behind Jungkook as he began to retort.
âIsnât that exactly what humans are though? Vampires were made to be superior to humans. Itâs just how it works and Iâm merely following the rules...â Jungkook attempted to joke, but earned no response in return as Namjoon simply shook his head in disappointment as he exited the room. There was a heavy silence until the voice behind him finally spoke up.
âThereâs no way you actually think thatâs true.â
Jungkook turned to face the person who had spoken to him with a cocked eyebrow. âElizabeth!â Jungkook acknowledged her with feigned enthusiasm. âIâm sorry you think that, but thatâs just how I am. I decided a long time ago I didnât want to live the way my brothers were living with all their emotions and such. So I decided to stop caring. I donât see the point in trying to hold back the power that comes with what I am.â He dramatically gestured with his hands and took a few steps toward Elizabeth as he explained his reasoning for his lifestyle.
âSo thatâs what Yoongi meant when he said you gave up your emotions.â She paused for a moment in thought as Jungkook gave a nod to confirm her thoughts. âYou know,â she continued, âYoongi is beginning to think youâre a lost cause. He thinks thereâs no humanity left inside of you. But I think, somewhere deep down, you know what youâre doing is wrong.â
Jungkook scoffed as he looked away from Elizabeth causing a knowing smirk to grow on her face. âYeah, right. I think Yoongi may be a bit closer to the truth than you are.â She raised an eyebrow at him as she noticed the previous confidence in his voice disappear for moment as he spoke. He hated the way she made him feel small as she looked at him like that, so he quickly continued with a scowl, but still avoided meeting her gaze. âWhat would you know anyway? Youâre just a human.â He stepped closer to her, towering over her small frame and looked down at her in an attempt to make her feel inferior to him.
Elizabeth crossed her arms over her chest, unaffected by Jungkookâs attempt to intimidate her. âIf youâre trying to scare me, itâs not working. I know that you canât do anything as long as Iâm wearing this necklace Yoongi gave me.â She pointed to the silver pendant hanging around her neck, Jungkookâs eyes following, and as he realized what it was, he stepped back a bit, not wanting to get too close to the toxic substance that protected her. Elizabeth smirked with newfound confidence in the protection given to her by Yoongi. âIf you can look me in the eyes and tell me you do not feel the slightest hint of remorse for what you do to humans, then I will believe you.âÂ
Jungkookâs frown deepened as he gave all of his strength to attempt to meet her eyes and tell her that he didnât care, but he found himself, for some reason, unable to speak the words.
Elizabeth sat in the lounge of the boysâ house like she did so often, spending time with the seven boys she had come to know and trust, despite what secrets they kept from the rest of the world. Yoongi was in the room with her, softly playing the piano, making up his own melodic tune as he went. They sat in a comfortable silence like they did so often. Elizabeth could never know, but Yoongi would forever cherish moments such as these where he could feel so serene, listening to her heartbeat and seeing her softly sway to each note played on his piano. He had always purposely kept his distance from humans for fear that what was happening to him at that very moment would occur. He had fallen completely and utterly in love with her, and he knew he finally had to tell her.Â
Yoongi let his hands slide from the ivory keys as Elizabeth silently turned to him when the music had stopped. There was a short moment of silence until it was broken by Yoongi who finally spoke, âThank you, Elizabeth.â She only looked at him questioningly before he continued. âFor Jungkook. I donât know how you did it, but... You saved him. Heâs... himself again.â
Elizabeth shook her head slightly as she thought for a moment before correcting him, âHe saved himself. I told you there was still the same boy as before inside of him somewhere.â
âBut still... He never would have even tried to change his ways if it werenât for you.â He gave a small smile of fondness, one which she returned until her phone began to ring. She quickly pulled it from her pocket and as she read the name displayed on the screen, she stood to walk outside of the room to get some space for her phone call. Yoongi thought this was suspicious, considering she knew full well that he could hear any conversation she had due to his superhuman qualities.Â
He hadnât intended to listen, but his curiosity from her strange behavior got the best of him. He couldnât make out the words, but he heard a male voice greet her when she answered the call.
âDinner? Tonight? Iâm out right now so Iâll need some time to get ready... Just some friends... Of course... Okay, Iâll see you tonight... I love you... Goodbye.â
Yoongiâs world began to spin as he drew conclusions from her conversation. Dinner? With some man? Who could she possibly be going to dinner with? Jealousy overtook him and he saw red. He knew he shouldnât feel this way because, after all, she wasnât actually his, but he couldnât help the anger that rose within him at whoever this man was that was trying to take her away from him. However, his rage turned to heartbreak as he recalled what she said last. She said she... loved him. But that was supposed to be me, he thought.
She came back into the room as she put her phone back into her pocket and gathered her coat to leave in a hurry. Acting through a feeling of betrayal, Yoongi quickly stood up, knocking over the piano bench in a huge clatter as he did, and questioned, unintentionally raising his voice, âWho was that?â
Elizabeth looked like a deer caught in headlights as she looked up to him. She answered, clueless of the pain Yoongi was enduring inside of him at the sudden news, and gave a small smile. âOh... William, a coworker of mine... Weâve been seeing each other for a while... He wants to go out again tonight.â
Jungkook, who had come down after hearing the commotion, listened to Elizabeth speak and looked to Yoongi sadly as he knew how he truly felt. Yoongi managed to calm himself down a bit and quietly asked, âAnd you never told me about him?â
Elizabeth looks to him with empathy, but she still seemed to be confused, clearly not understanding the reasoning behind his reaction. âIâm sorry, Yoongi... I didnât think you would want to know so badly.â Yoongi gave a cynical chuckle and shook his head as he turned away silently. âI should be going...â Elizabeth stated quietly, then she left through the front door without looking back.
Jungkook finally spoke up as Yoongi picked up his piano bench and slumped down onto it, slamming his hands onto the keys of the piano in frustration. âIâm sorry. I know you were planning to tell her how you really felt.â
âWhy donât we ever see you anymore?â Jimin asked with a small voice, one that also housed feelings of hurt due to her sudden disappearance from their lives.
A few of the boys had been out in the town, and they had finally seen Elizabeth after weeks of hearing nothing from her, and they were finally able to convince her to come back to their house with them. She looked frightened, but also guilty. âI canât be around you anymore. Itâs too dangerous. William found out what all of you are. I had to beg him not to try to kill you. He thinks you want to hurt me.â
âWell then tell him we would never!â Yoongi stepped forward and raised his voice as he became frustrated believing that the woman he loved no longer wanted to see him. He couldnât believe that she would let something like that separate them, or worse, that she seemed to believe it. âI gave you that necklace in order to protect you, so tell him I would never try to hurt you!â
âI donât know, Yoongi... Iâm starting to think heâs right. All this vampire business may be too dangerous.â
âWhat kind of lies has he been filling your head with?â Yoongi screamed, tears pricking his eyes as he attempted to hold back any sign of his internal heartbreak. âWhy would you listen to him?â
âYoongi...â she spoke softly and hesitantly, finally revealing what had been weighing heavily on her shoulders ever since their argument began. âI have to listen to him. Heâs going to be my husband soon.â Yoongiâs vision began to blur as he looked down to her left hand, and to his horror, found a diamond ring secured tightly around her fourth finger. He knew she was never his, but still, he felt betrayed. He lifted his eyes back up to meet her, and unable to hold back his feelings any longer, he finally let out all he had been hiding. He screamed, âHow could you?â He finally let his guard down at his most vulnerable moment and tears spilled from his eyes. âI loved you, Elizabeth...â
Elizabeth looked at him, shocked. âI... never knew that, Yoongi.â She began to feel extremely guilty, but at the same time, she had to tell him what she truly thought. âIf Iâm being honest... There was a time when I thought about the possibility of us... because you really are special to me... but we never could have worked, Yoongi. We have to be realistic. Thereâs just no way a vampire can be with a human.â He finally gathered the strength to meet her eyes, but when he did, he was filled with disgust. She had always told him that she saw him no differently from anyone else, so was that all nothing but a lie? He could only scowl at her, holding himself back from saying something he would regret, then stormed away without another word.
Jungkook, who, along with his brothers, had been listening to the conversation from around the corner, watched as Elizabeth hurried out the front door, probably never to be seen again. And he was glad for that. He had trusted her like a sister. He had let his guard down in front of her. He let her change him when he didnât want to be changed. And in the end, she had never been worthy of his trust. She had proven him to be right all along. Humans were pathetic. They used people and had no regard for others. They were no better than he had been before. And he once again despised them.
His brothers watched as something inside of him changed. On his face was a look all too familiar from the day he left them and his humanity behind so many years before. They called after him as he left his home at a superhuman speed, but they all knew that they had lost him to his old self once again.
16 years later...
Every so often, after having been in one place for too long, Jungkook would tend to just wander, not having any specific place to be or any tie to a certain place. At least, not anymore. The day was drawing to a close and he found himself nearing his old hometown, but he knew there was no way he was stepping within its limits.
He was walking along a lonely country road, watching as the sun began to set, tinting the sky with a pink-orange hue. He hadnât found any desirable targets to satisfy his hunger recently, so he found himself to be starving. He heard in the distance what sounded like a car, but not one that was driving on the road. To be more precise, it sounded as if the car had collided with something, or taken a tumble. Hoping to find a meal at the source of this crash, he used his superhuman speed to bring himself to the origin of the sound. He arrived to find a car that had run off the side of the road and was resting on its top, wheels facing the sky. He smelled an overwhelming amount of blood and was unable to hold himself back, his feet instinctively bringing him closer to the overpowering scent.
He walked to the window of the driver side door and crouched to see the unfortunate human. When he met their eyes however, he was horrified because these eyes were familiar. Not only were they familiar, but they were eyes he had grown to know so well many years ago. âElizabeth...â He found himself shaken and stumbling backwards a bit in shock.
Her eyes had been closed and she seemed to have been losing consciousness, but at his voice her eyes snapped open and she began to breath heavily. âJungkook? Is that you?â
Jungkook hesitated to answer for a moment. He still had not forgiven Elizabeth for what she had done to him, to Yoongi, to all of them. He narrowed his eyes and began to pull back. He told himself he would never trust another human again. He definitely didnât want to have anything to do with the human that had caused him to lose faith in the first place. Fear became evident in her eyes as she gave him a pleading look. It was obvious she had aged quite a bit since he had seen her last, but looking into her eyes, it looked as if it had been merely minutes. In a voice filled with pain, she pleaded Jungkook, âPlease. Jungkook!â She let out a pained whimper. âIâm sorry. I donât think Iâm going to make it through this.â She glanced down to her abdomen. Jungkookâs eyes follwed her gaze to see where the scent of blood had come from. A large piece of glass from the shattered windows had stabbed her and she found it increasingly difficult to breathe.
Jungkook grimaced, trying his best to keep up the walls he had built for himself since the last time he had seen Elizabeth. He didnât care, he told himself. He would merely walk away. âJungkook, please, call an ambulance. Save my daughter.â She slowly turned her head toward the front passenger seat. He noticed for the first time the young girl sitting on the opposite side of Elizabeth, unconscious, but relatively unharmed. He stopped in his movements and could do nothing but stare.
It was as if seeing her face flipped a switch inside of him. Jungkook, without a second thought, took back all of his previous stubbornness as he reached for his cell phone to call for an ambulance. He spoke with the dispatcher to tell them that there had been a car accident and help was needed immediately. Jungkookâs fear grew as he saw Elizabeth slipping in and out of consciousness. When he hung up the phone and began to wait impatiently for an ambulance to arrive, Elizabeth reached weakly up to the necklace secured around her neck, and took it off. âJungkook, please give this to my daughter. Her name is (y/n). I trust youâll keep her safe...â
Jungkook felt conflict rise within him. How could she say she trusted him when she was the one to leave him behind in the first place? He told himself he would never trust another human after she did that, but now she was asking this of him. Defiance overtook him once again for a moment as a scowl grew on his face and he began to turn away. He didnât have to do anything for her. He looked back to her once more. She had a pleading look on her face and she was short of breath. All of the time they had spent together, all she had helped him with, all she had done for him seemed to appear before his eyes in a matter of seconds. He couldnât bring himself to leave her behind. His eyes drifted down to her blood once again, hunger gnawing at his entire being. For the first time in years, he was afraid of what he was, what he was capable of doing. A battle of morality ensued inside of him, but he finally put an end to it as he hesitantly reached out and took the necklace into his own hand. He held it at eye-level, closely inspecting it, then looked between it and the girl on the other side of the car for a while until he heard a fast-approaching siren.
He retreated to the cover of the forest off to the side of the road. He did not want to be there when the paramedics arrived. There would be too many questions. He silently watched as (y/n) and Elizabeth were carried away on gurneys to be transported by the truck. He already knew, however, that Elizabeth was gone. He could no longer hear her fighting heartbeat. He had to suppress tears that began to spill from his eyes at the thought of never seeing her again, someone who had meant so much to him in a major time in his immortal life. He glanced once more at (y/n)âs face as she was lifted into the back of the truck and immediately regretted not giving her the necklace he still held between his fingers. If he had just put it around her neck like he had been asked, he could have easily gotten it over with and he would be out of her life.Â
Perhaps the reason he hesitated was because he didnât want to disappear from her life just yet... He suddenly felt the unexplainable urge to stay by her, to watch over her, to keep her safe, as Elizabeth had asked of him. Then, he could finally fulfill her motherâs dying wish and give her the necklace.
He knew he was crazy. Why did he all of a sudden feel obligated to do anything for this girl? After seeing her face as she was taken away to the hospital, there was something about her that made her and exception. He had by no means forgiven humans. He still hated them with every fiber of his being, but for whatever reason, he held no hatred towards her.
He had been with her ever since. He had been there for every birthday since the day he first saw her, from her fourteenth to her seventeenth. He had witnessed her first love, her first heartbreak. Now she was approaching eighteen in the summer before her senior year of high school. He knew everything about her. She used to love bright colors, but now her favorite was black. She had a habit of playing with her fingers when she was nervous. She was passionate about music and dance. She was hard on herself when it came to things she thought were important. Most of all though, she didnât know how beautiful she was. He had watched over her for all this time, and he had learned so much about her. She had become all he cared about, and his only purpose to keep himself from falling back into his old ways. The only problem was... she had no idea he was there.Â
âI want to go to school.â Jungkook brought up the subject out of nowhere, receiving dumbfounded looks from his brothers in response. Jungkook had gone back to living with them after Elizabethâs death, which they knew about, but Jungkook had never been able to tell them about his own involvement in it. His brothers began to laugh, knowing him well enough to know he would never voluntarily go back to school.
âWhatâs gotten into you?â Hoseok said as he mockingly pointed to the youngest while still finding his statement hilarious.
âHey, Iâm serious!â Jungkook pouted a bit at their disbelief. âSchool is probably a lot different from how it was last time I went like fifty years ago! I just thought I should give it another shot.â The boys continued to laugh and Jungkook was becoming upset, so he began to leave, hoping to bring it up another time.
âHey, maybe heâs right. I guess it could be kind of fun... Mind if Taehyung and I join you?â Jimin stopped him from leaving and chimed in, excited at the thought of experiencing something new for the first time in years.
Taehyungâs head snapped in Jiminâs direction. âHow did I get dragged into this?â he questioned, clearly annoyed.
âJust think about it! We donât have to worry about college or anything after high school, so we could technically flunk all of our classes and it wonât matter. So why not?â Jungkook tried convincing Taehyung, much to the confusion of the older boys in the room.
âWhy would you out of all people want to do this? Whatâs the catch?â Yoongi questioned suspiciously. Jungkook gave a dramatic facial expression of offense and began to retort, until he was interrupted.
âHeâs right, Jungkook. This is so unlike you. There must be some sort of ulterior motive.â Namjoon squinted at Jungkook, trying his best to use his mind reading abilities, but after being around each other for so long, they had all learned how to dodge each otherâs special powers over time.
Jimin then slyly smiled and added, âMy guess is that itâs for that human girl heâs been stalking for a while now.â This earned a few knowing snickers, much to Jungkookâs astonishment.
He widened his eyes as he looked to Jimin. âHow did you know about that?â
Jimin only shrugged and turned away from Jungkookâs glare. Namjoon raised an eyebrow and looked for further answers. âAll of this for a girl? Who is she?â
Jungkook pursed his lips to keep himself from saying the wrong thing. This was the one question he wasnât sure how to answer. He couldnât say it was (y/n), Elizabethâs daughter. He couldnât admit that to them and certainly not in front Yoongi. No one ever spoke of Elizabeth around Yoongi. âSheâs... just a girl... and I do not stalk her!â He finished with a pointed look to Jimin.
Jungkook felt doubtful stares focused on him, obviously not buying the whole âjust a girlâ excuse, but his brothers nonetheless agreed he could go to school if he really wanted to. Jungkook couldnât believe what he was doing. Not long ago, he vowed to never have anything to do with humans again besides using them as a food source, but now he found himself trying to be around them. He didnât know how he would approach her or what she would think of him. The only thing he was certain of was that he needed to know (y/n).
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