Darker Blood

Chapter seventeen

Jungkook pov~

A rough hand pulled my arm. I looked at them confused, seeing Jin, his head low.
“I need to talk to you.”
Before I could nod or react in any way, Jin pulled me into his room, closing and locking the door behind us. I looked at him expectantly, surprised. He’s never spoken to me like this, and he wouldn’t do so unless it was important.
He stood facing me, his dark black eyes looking into my bright green ones. “You know by now that Daria is gone?”
I nodded slightly, nervous. I expected him to get angry for not trying to protect Daria for the sake of Inori’s wellbeing.
“You couldn’t really have helped her, so don’t feel guilty.”
As he spoke those words, a knife of guilt pierced deeply into me. I gulped.
He pulled back the collar of his coat. I watched him, confused.
“Drink.”
“Why?”
“It’s easier I showed you things this way instead of explaining.” He looked blankly at one of the corners of his room. I nodded nervously, moving closer. I opened my mouth slowly, pressing my sharp fangs into his neck. I groaned, the hunger suddenly flaring up to an unbearable ache. I sucked down his rich blood quickly, noticing how relaxed he was; it tasted so different, so much better.

Flashback~
Jin pov~

I pulled my sister in for a hug, making her giggle as usual. I grinned, holding her closer.
“Ah you're cold~"
She pushed me away slightly. I pulled her even closer. "Then I will stay by your side until my frozen skin is warmed."
A geniune smile lit up her face. I sighed to myself happily; I'd always wanted a sister.
"Oppa?”
I looked down at her. “Hm?”
She glanced away nervously. “I’ve been thinking and.. will you turn me..?”
I looked at her in shock. Her innocent eyes looked into mine pleadingly, those bright rose lips gently pouting. I shook my head. “No. I won’t do that. Not ever.”
She whined. “Why not?”
I pulled her closer, keeping her warm from the cold night air. “You’re much better suited to being in the sun.”
She smiled lightly before nodding, falling asleep in my arms. I sighed, brushing her hair from her eyes, smiling to myself. She’s barely seven years old and already so ambitious. I ignored my father as he walked into the room and past me.
I won’t turn you unless he tries to kill you, sister.

Jungkook pov~

I groaned, gripping onto him, drinking more and more. I felt his pain for losing his family, I can feel the memory there as if it was my own. I see him sobbing over his mothers corpse, I felt myself killing his little sister, I felt his heartbreak killing his best friend.
A new image flashes in front of my eyes. It’s dark, and I’m standing in front of something. I can hear a growl, yet I do not flinch. A sly smile comes onto my face.
“Finally.. the one the spoilt everything..”
Jin pushed me off him before I could see any more, gasping. I immediately regretted stepping inside his memories; I’d probably seen things he did not wish me to see.
I watched him closely. He licked his lips, the wound I’d made in his neck immediately healing itself. “What does she taste like, Jungkook?”
I looked at him shocked, suddenly scared he would hurt Inori. I didn’t want her to go through the pain of being fed on by Jin. I sighed to myself, knowing I can’t leave his question unanswered. “Absolutely mind-blowing.”
I expected him to nod or grin, or give any sign of having heard me, yet he didn’t. He opened his mouth, showing me his growing fangs.
Four fangs?
He had two fangs on the top row of his teeth, like everyone else here that’s been turned. But there were two fangs on his bottom row of teeth too. I shivered, remembering the blinding pain I’d felt on the night he had turned me all that time ago. I nodded nervously, observing him closely.
“They’re only like this because of how many I’ve killed. If you lived the same life as me, you’d be the same.”
I nodded nervously again, unsure what other sign of recognition I could give. “What about your eyes?”
He shook his head, closing his mouth quickly. “I was born a vampire, everyone else was not. Yet if I gave my life for you and you killed brutally like I have in the past then perhaps your eyes would be like this also.”
A sick feeling settled into my stomach. I don’t like to think of killing people. Every time I think about hurting Inori, I want to shoot myself in the foot. How could I think up something like that, something that horrible?
Right. It’s the vampire part of me, the evil half. The part that’s overtaking my will to be kind to anyone anymore. I can’t help wanting to torture, to torment, to feed. I gripped my hair in frustration, feeling Jin’s eyes look at me judgingly.
“You should visit Inori.” He looked away, deep in his own thoughts. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of seeing her.
He looks directly at me, a stern look on his face. “You can erase her memory now. You should feed, my blood won’t keep you satisfied for too long.”
I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to get angry. I walked out of his room quickly, slamming the door behind me. The familiar burn rises in my throat and I groan. I don’t want to hurt her.

Inori pov~

I looked up in shock as Jungkook walked into my room. I hid further in my blankets, too scared to meet his gaze. He closed the door softly, walking towards me.
“How are you feeling..?”
I ignored his question, closing my eyes, hoping he’d just leave.
He moved over, sitting beside me on my blanket-mangled bed. I looked at him nervously.
“What are you here for?”
“I was worried about you.”
“Don’t be. I’m fine.”
“You haven’t left your room for nearly three days.”
I scoffed, avoiding his gaze again. I sighed internally. “How do you think I’m going? It’s my fault she’s gone.” I hid even further in my blankets, feeling his sympathetic gaze on me. He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.
“You should just leave.”
He shook his head. “Come for a walk with me.”
I looked at him, teary-eyed. “Why?”
He shrugged. “The cold air would do you some good.”
I scoffed, burying my face in my knees once again. “I can’t feel the cold air.”
He looked at me, puzzled. “What?”
Rolling down onto my side away from him, I fought the urge to burst into tears. “The cold. I’ve never felt it.”
He licked his lips, moving closer to me. “Can you feel this?”
He stroked the side of my cheek gently, and I looked up at him innocently, unsure where he was going with this. Another tear slid down my face unwillingly and I started to tremble with both fear and excitement. He leaned forward, pressing his cold lips to mine gently. I gasped slightly as he kissed me deeper, pressing his lips onto mine firmer. I responded, kissing him back as passionately as he was kissing me. He pulled off after a long while, looking directly into my eyes. His beautiful green eyes piercing into mine sent shivers down my spine. He stroked my cheek again and I trembled, from excitement and surprise that his skin and his lips were so cold. He breathed out on my face.
“I have to go.” He whispered. I protested, still in shock at what he’d done. He shook off my protests, walking out of my room quickly, glancing back at me one last time with a dark red tint in his eyes.