Darker Blood

Chapter fifteen

Flashback~

Jimin pov~

I sighed, spitting the gum from my mouth into a trash can. I walked, hands in the pockets of my tight black denim jeans, my leather jacket blowing around in the cold wind. Tiny flakes of ice glanced across my face. I pouted, ignoring my own deep shivers. I continued walking, looking around.

They should be here..Every single day, after dusk, a strange man walks past here. I don't know his name or where he's from, but I know what he is. I saw him feeding once.

An unstoppable grin formed on my face at the mere memory. Whatever he is, whatever he calls himself, I want to be like that. I have no family left anymore - my parents left me and my brother for dead eleven years ago. I worked hard, I raised my brother. But.. four months ago he died. I sent him to the local store to buy a few ingredients for the dinner I was making, and someone shot him. I hung my head, refusing the sadness to come back again. I was going to turn, and make the people that abandoned us pay for what they did. It's their fault he's gone now, and I will make them suffer for that.

Right on time, he walked past me, head down, wrapped in a long black jacket. I've been waiting for this. I followed him as quietly as I could. He gave no intention of noticing me, but soon ran into an alley. Surprised, I did my best to keep up. I reached the end of the alley, but I couldn't see him. I grit my teeth in anger. Where could he have gone?

"What are you following me for?"

I turned quickly, seeing him standing squarely in the centre of the dark alleyway. His head still down, he walked towards me slowly.

"You're a fool." He breathed out, face to face with me. "Why come looking for a monster?"

I couldn't help but grin. "I'm sick of being mortal."

He glared hard at me before slapping me across the face.

"You're more of a fool than I estimated. You don't want to become like me."

He turned on his heel, walking out.

"Do I have to be gravely injured for you to change me? Or just be your chosen meal?"

He froze. I could feel the anger rising off him. In a second, he was back at my face, clutching it. "If you want to turn, fine, but don't whinge at me when it's not the amazing life you thought it would be."

Before I could respond, he moved my neck to the side, biting into it quickly, drinking fiercely. I tried my hardest to stay quiet, but couldn't help a few cries that escaped my mouth. He pulled off soon, breathing heavily, my own blood staining his small lips. I panted, looking at him weakly. A sly smile came onto his face.

"I'm Yoongi. I wouldn't choose you for a meal. I don't eat junk food."

I scowled at the words he'd just spoken. If I wasn't so weak, I'd knock that smile right off his face. Before I could think up something in response, he bit back into my neck, pushing more and more poison in. I screamed and clutched onto him. He pushed me off in disgust, watching me sink to the floor, shaking with pain. I closed my eyes, feeling the urge to faint begin to overcome my will to stay conscious. I glared at this man one last time, before falling against the dirt, letting the enticing world of immortality take me.

Inori pov~

Another blank tear fell. I wrapped my arms around myself tighter, slowly trudging.

I don't understand you, Jungkook..

A slight sob came from my mouth. I miss Daria. I wish she was here. I need her help. I felt utterly lost without her guidance, even though she wasn't too helpful most of the time. Feeling like I need to clear my head, I walked, heading for the forest. A brief moment of happiness filled me. I love forests, especially in the snow. They're calming and peaceful, and I felt like I had found my home when I was surrounded by the ice.

I walked slowly, entirely unbothered by the snow gently falling. I looked down at my boots, grinning slightly. I'd take them off right now if I wouldn't get scolded later for walking around in the street with no shoes.

My mind quickly wandered back to Jungkook. He was an ass one day he saw me, a complete gentleman the next? What if he really was sorry for his behaviour..?

I frowned, shaking my head. I don't trust him. If he is sorry for his behaviour that one time, then he wouldn't have acted like that in the first place.

I wanted to trust him. I wanted to be around him. I wanted to know him inside out. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and pull him closer. I wanted to taste his tongue on mine. I wanted to glide my hands over his smooth skin, down his chest, until I reached his..

Internally screaming, I clasped my hand over my mouth, shocked at my own thoughts. What would Daria say? She'd probably just smack me and encourage me to do all those things. I sighed, walking again. Glancing up at the bright sky, I let the snowflakes fall onto my glasses for a moment, a smile on my face.

Crazy or not, that boy is pretty amazing.

Humming quietly to myself, I kept walking, seeing the tall tops of pine trees growing ever closer. I walked into the forest, immediately overwhelmed. Snow was everywhere, covering every root, every piece of grass, every low-hanging branch. I walked deeper, where the trees got closer and closer together. I stopped suddenly, confronted by the frozen lake. Nervously, I stepped one foot on it, testing how strong it was. It creaked and I jumped off. I couldn't help but smile; I've never gone ice-skating but it would be amazing. Daria is a natural at it, of course. Everything I've ever found challenging, she's been flawless at it from the start. She's never found anything hard, and I've never exceeded at something.

I squinted over the lake, seeing something in the distance. I started walking over to it slowly, curious what it was. Carefully, placing my feet, I edged closer to the small lump in the distance. As I moved forward, it grew closer. I slipped on the ice, flying back and hitting my head harshly. I cried out, the force of the ice stinging deep into my brain. Slight tears filled my eyes. I leaned up, sitting on the frozen lake. I felt at the back of my head, and pulled my hand back with a tingle of red. My eyes widened and moved towards what I'd slipped on.

Blood? Why blood? Why here?

I looked in the distance, suddenly scared. And sure enough, the stains of red trailed closer and closer to the object just lying there.

That's not an object.. that's a person..

I felt every ounce of my blood freeze, too scared to go closer. I stayed, shaking right where I sat, glancing around at all the blood stains. I choked, forcing myself to squint at whoever was lying there, barely fifty metres away from me on the ice.

I saw a hint of long blonde hair.. she was tall and thin.. her bright pink joggers matched the pair I have, the pair I went with Daria to get..

I screamed, jumping back.

Daria..

I don't remember entirely what happened in those next few moments. I stood shakenly, and ran. I didn't care if the ice cracked, I ran as fast as I could away from the corpse of my best friend. I reached the forest, tripping over something in the snow, landing painfully on my front. I sobbed helplessly, letting my tears fall like water. I looked down at my wrist, seeing the small red stone in the centre of my bracelet cracked, the deep red slowly turning black. I ignored it, the knife of guilt stuck in my heavy chest.

Daria is gone..