Blood Kiss

7-- Murder

“You called me, Father?” For some odd reason, Jimin was acting calmer today, he woke up feeling so much more relaxed for the first time.

Sleep was never a nice friend of his. He always woke up disturbed, puzzled, scared and somewhat confused, and detached from reality.

The nightmares that haunted him at the night in the dark were always round the corner waiting to tear his peace apart.

Peace? Did he even have it?

He didn’t even know what it feels like to be at peace, all he knew was how to be hostile, curious, or simply hollow. How to relive his days as his nightmares in the darkness of the nights. He wanted to escape it so badly, wanted to not feel those painful sickening jabs to the gut that startled him in his sleep so bad leaving the boy totally devastated at that moment.

Jimin wanted not to feel all that and only one thing kept him sane through this nerve-racking life of his.

His curiosity to know Humans, to know how they have so much more than him. He was eager to feel it all. Mischievous and even jealous to find so many things that they possessed.

So many things he lacked, and he was jealous of them to be able to do all these different things, from expressions to actions, everything was just so much more.

They even decorated the food they ate and here all Jimin saw was his mother diced alive humans into chunks while their dying bodies screamed as loud as they could.

With these past days, and especially after meeting this…. Girl, yes girl. He somewhat narrowed his choices on how to refer to the being.

Her instead it.

Human instead of prey.

And girl instead of food.

Within a few days only, Jimin had found his little attachment to this human species. An attachment that was born from curiosity, he was inquisitive to know about so many whys and whats that surrounded his head and clouded his animalistic nature keeping it chained back from overcoming the little sanity left in the boy.

He was curious to know what more humans possessed and cannibals lacked. It was going to be one heck of a surprising journey for him to find his origin back. And this curiosity was surely going to lead him back to what he was supposed to be.

Genevieve was feeding into his curiosity, not knowingly but she was. All she sought from Jimin was protection. Even if he was a cannibal himself and she wasn’t safe around him either. But she knew that losing a few drops of blood was better than losing her life.

If that makes any sense. But, well it did to her. Though Jimin hadn’t shown any intentions of doing that after they came back home and slept on one rag. Even if he had a full chance of just snapping her neck and diving right into what he finds the most pleasing.

Or maybe he just didn’t get the chance or that was what Genevieve thought.

As for Jimin, he just knew he couldn’t keep up the thoughts of killing the girl. This was the first time that he had actually encountered human behavior from this close. He had his eyes on every little move she made on every small action she did, from the shrugging of her shoulders to the different facial expressions she gave off.

Jimin was curious to know it all. To know what she hides in her existence. What more she was capable of? He wanted to feel all of it and for that, he needed to keep the girl alive.

Just a little bit of deception won’t hurt, and it’s not like he cares about what the rest of his family has to say except his father. No, he never cared about him either but he was… scared. Scared of his father.