Mythical Short Stories - 방탄손연단 PART 3

●> Yoongi <●

•=|The Realm|=|TaeGi|=•
•=|Vampire|=•

SEQUEL TO :: Try Me - VHope

No romance

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A big joke is what it was. He glares at the human in front of him, the one that is now his responsibility.

Jungkook and Hoseok had their happy days. Their mother was with them.

He was here with their father, trying to get this stubborn human to drink.

Hoseok was closer to being done with the pain of losing his humanity. He was at the stage of being sickly. Throwing up the food he still needed to survive.

Hoseok was in pain. A constant torture of voices and tests to control the horrid venom spreading in his body.

Jungkook's mom had many private conversations during the day with him when everyone else was asleep.

The short of it was that he knew the venom had a mind of its own. It was like a snake inspecting all of him. For some people, it would take months to fully take over, for others only days.

It terrified him at first. But he knew he was in good hands. So he was.

For Yoongi it was a different story. This man didn't take his venom well at all. He didn't get the right symptoms. He got sick and never really recovered.

The man wouldn't survive. Not if he refused to drink.

Bad habits die hard. Even those of near-immortals. Yoongi, although still young, knows a lot more about the world. The realm.

The creatures and deities of ancient times still make way for the safety of the Human Realm.

Vampires were never there to make it safer. They just came to exist. Parasites and infections that took over you until they became a part of you. You became the infection.

Vampires found ways to control the parasites and use them. But it was much too powerful. A lot died trying to control it many years ago.

It led to who they are now. Pale, almost-dead creatures who need other people's lives to live.

It's a nightmare. A curse. But sometimes it's a happy curse. The bloodlust that roams around them is stilled with every drop.

It doesn't need liters of blood to be satisfied. It's just their nature to kill, and they embraced that.

So now he's here. Yoongi. The oldest son and the boy who was the worst growing up.

He looks down at his interlocked hands, up at the moon, and back. He sits on the roof, listening to humans walking down the street, clubs far down into the city that plays their loud music, and dogs chasing cats.

He has his feet leaning against the slanted window that he climbed up on and sighs deeply.

He can hear the groaning and whining of the man who was once his victim. It annoys him. He will die anyway, it's decided from the day he got bitten.