Bound by Blood

Chapter 95- please give me a remedy

YOONGI POV:

I feel a pit in me open- gaping, wide and consuming. And in it bubbles and festers are feelings of hatred and bitterness so strong they're nauseating and fiery, making me feel as if my skin is alight and burning. The anger, fear and sheer disgust is corrosive and vile, like the bile that threatens to burn a scorching path up my throat. 

Chul.

Again it's him. Again he's returned and is trying to upturn my life all over again- determined to make a place in my life when all I want, all I wish for is for him to leave, cease to exist- vanish from our lives and stop hurting not only me, but now (Y/N) too. He stole from her the most precious thing she held dear- he stole her mortality, snatched it out of her lax grip after he'd mauled her and left her for dead, face gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he'd vanished into the night.

And he just couldn't leave it there.

From the pictures of the victims, the cases that had begun making our concern stir up long before the incident makes me feel insecure, unsafe all of a sudden. Because it looks like he's had his eyes set on us for some time, that for some unexplained reason he'd had his eyes on (Y/N), on our baby mate before he even knew that she was ours just the way we were hers.

It makes my instincts writhe in rage and fury and screech and howl with how unjust it is, how unfair it is. And how every nerve cell, every fibre of being, every ounce of my existence wants nothing more to rip him from shred to shred, to return every single second of pain he's inflicted and make him suffer just how he made me suffer, how he made (Y/N) suffer and how we've all been silently suffering as a coven.

(Y/N)'s fingers are trembling and shaky as she reaches out for me, tears coursing down her cheeks as she tries to feel that closeness- tries to reassure herself that I'm fine, that I'm in front of her eyes when clearly her mind is still processing the photos, identifying that I'm threatened or hurt.

"I'm okay darling...I'm okay. Look at me        (Y/N)." I urge, getting her attention- feeling my heart shatter at at the way her tearful wide eyes turn trustingly to me, at the way they keep flickering between her original eye colour and red- as if the two sides are warring, in conflict; as if she herself is pulled between them and trying to escape.

"I'm safe. You're safe. We're all safe. And he will not harm you again. I won't let him." I say, words full of promise. Because if it ever came to it, I wouldn't hesitate in becoming the monster that humans feared vampires were, for her- to save her, to protect her I'd gladly become a monster and ruin Chul.

First it had just been me he'd ruined and tormented. 

But when he'd hurt (Y/N), he'd crossed that line.

When I see her in this moment, hurting and suffering I remember cold hands trailing over my bare skin, running across the restraints holding me open and still, and invading every inch of me, violating me. When I see her I remember cold lips brushing against the shell of my ear 'pretty toy playing so nicely, being such a good boy for me' as he'd whisper and shudder and recoil because I never want her to encounter Chul in her life again. I see her and thank every star, thank every deity, thank every thing in existence that she never saw that side to him- she'd become so dangerously close and survived and for that I find myself looking at her and being plagued with horrific 'what ifs'. 

Her eyes burn with determination.

"He won't harm you either. I won't let him. Never again." She vows, sealing her promise, her oath with tears that trickle and splash over our intertwined hands, on the way her lips feverishly kiss our interlaced fingers, head curved over it.