𝕗Δ𝐧Ꮆ𝔰 σ𝓕 𝐃ｏ𝕠Ⓜ

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Twisting and turning under the comfy duvet you wake up to a brand new dawn. A sheer cold morning breeze pricks at your skin making you retreat your dangling feet back inside the blanket before you sit up wiping the slumber away from your half closed eyes along with the lingering remnants of last night's nightmare.

The thought of witnessing a creepy stranger in your backyard is riotous and it makes you snicker at your own stupid imaginations.

"Damn....that dream was something"

"It definitely was..."

You shoot your eyes wide open in a fraction of seconds when the unfamiliar voice reaches your ears and in that very instant you come face to face with a pair of uncannily dark orbs, the exact same ones you saw in your appalling nightmare.

"What the fuck-" you jump backwards from your seated position causing your back to crash against the headboard thereby making a shooting pain spread through your spine. But your gaze stays locked on the pair of eyes that are so intently looking right back at you. They are too dark to be humane and too deep to be serene. With veins of red encircling the pitch black irises, the glare remains daunting yet somehow enchanting, and the exceptionally long eye lashes cast a sharp shadow on the skin beneath which only adds to the ethereal grace.

There is no way those eyes belong to a normal human being.

Averting you gaze with grave difficulty you look around to find yourself in a gloomy mid century modern bedroom with grey, worn out walls, bricks peeping through broken plaster and a large window covered with long, black curtains. An old fan hanging from the ceiling barely limps its round way to mortality with a weary clutter while a lamp faintly glows on the night stand cutting down the dark aura of the room to some extent. The few furniture that are scattered around the place seem old and dirty and the faint stench of death that surrounds the place chokes your sanity.

The bed you find yourself on is rather soft, however, the thought of you having absolutely no idea how you got on it is not at all congenial. You are completely oblivious to what happened in the last few hours and that is freaking you out.

Was it not a dream?

A wanton cough coming from the doorway breaks you out of your deep contemplation and your eyes once again shoot up to face the figure in front of you, finally getting a full perspective of this individual.

There, in the other side of the room stands a man with his back leaning against the wall and arms crossed over his broad chest. Clad in a pair of black trousers and a complementary black T-shirt, the man has a decent looking face.....okay strike that, a ravishing looking face.

How can a dude be so pretty?

"Who are you?"

Once more you lock your gaze with his cold, emotionless ones, only with more vigor this time for you feel your fear slowly subsiding. Courage is something you carry up your sleeves all the time and that keeps showing up in your actions. The man parts his pink glossy lips that had been left in a straight line until now, in order to answer your question. His right hand moves up to his head to run the long digits gracefully through his silky bangs while his other hand drops loosely inside his pocket.

Damn.....I need to ask him what shampoo he uses!

"You don't need to know that. All you should be concerned about is that for the next few minutes, you are my meal"

Your heart makes a quick 360 degree somersault. His lips once again align themselves into a bored line yet he looks absolutely luscious and his ocean like deep voice sounds like a melody so alluring. Looking at his face you could never speculate that that voice belongs to him.

His pale flawless skin glimmers even under the frail lighting. Visible veins spread like protruding branches underneath the milky skin of his arms and the glow on his sharp cheek bones twinkles like a bright constellation. Basically he seems like a definition of pure beauty and elegance. However the sentence he chose as response unfortunately wasn't equally impressive.

"That's cringey" you remark while shaking your head in negation but he remains as emotionless as ever. He may be the most unresponsive guy you've ever met. He looks like he has no care for anything in the world. But he did kidnap you a night prior. He must have some motive. So you ask again, "Who are you?"

"I said nothing but the truth" he puts forward a unbothered shrug before finally answering your question. "And my name is Kim Taehyung"

Not gonna lie, the thought of him being your father's enemy did cross your mind, side effect of reading too many fanfictions, I guess, but the fact that your father is not a mafia but a doctor hampers with that fantasy of yours. Also, you've never heard that name before. You are pretty sure your family knows nobody of such a name. At this point, you are completely clueless, so you just wait for him to explain further about his sudden appearance in your life. But no such explanation follows.

"Well?....would you please bother to enlighten me as to why you brought me in here, Mr. Taehyung" you let out a scoff, clearly annoyed by his sheer indifference. The dude's showing no emotion what so ever.

Sitting up straight on the bed you cross your arms legs, now entering a full on interrogative mode.

"If I had known you'd be so talky, I wouldn't have taken you" he heaves a drained sigh before engaging further. "I'm a vampire and I brought you here to feed on your blood"

Pin drop silence befalls the premises as you blankly stare at the man. His abrupt but blunt words ring in your ears as you try to process the depth in them. This is clearly a stupid prank. But why would a strange man suddenly decide to prank you out of nowhere, you think. And then it hits you.

Taehyung has began to walk towards you and has only reached near the foot of the bed when you speak again making him stop.

"Now I get it. Did Rose put you up to this because I scared the heck outta her? I knew it" you chuckle at your friend's supposed juvenility. Jumping down from the mattress you cover the rest of the distance yourself and make your way closer to Taehyung with long strides. With your hands crossed in front of your chest, you try to make sense of the entire situation in your own little way.

"Rose was pretty upset about how I scared her so she might have set this all up. I bet there's a hidden camera in this room somewhere!" you state with confidence, truly believing that you have cracked the mystery. You start searching loosely for any contraption hidden nearby. However Taehyung's unfaltering smug face eventually messes up your conviction.

The dawn starts morphing into a beautiful morning with pink rays now peeping through the still closed curtains. One of those very rays happens to fall on Taehyung's face lighting up half of it and giving his perfect skin an even perfect charm, making him look more ethereal, if that's even possible.

With the glow latching onto him, Taehyung moves closer reducing the space between the both of you.

"You don't believe me, do you?" he asks, staring at you with immaculate merriment.

The certainty in your mind is withering away slowly as the confidence in his claims seems too real to be ignored but vampire? Seriously? Bullshit!

"Why don't you believe me?"

"Because I'm not dumb.....vampires don't exist..." your words drag a sarcastic chuckle out of the man but you continue with your recital anyways.

"And even if vampires did exist, there's no way you are one...."

The amused look Taehyung shoots you catches you off guard and you look down in discomfort of him now being a little too close. Though he puts up a calm facade, irritation is evident in the man's behavior. Clearly, he isn't a social butterfly. Even though he have been putting up a descent conversation with you, never once did he actually seem interested.

"And why is that?" he asks while his gaze slowly descends down from your eyes to the smooth, pale skin of your neck.

"You look nothing like a vampire. I mean you don't have a long black cloak tied around your neck, and neither do you live in a coffin in an unnecessarily large castle. You can't even turn into a bat or something and I see that picture of you hanging from the wall so you clearly have a reflection"

It takes all your energy to try not to stumble with your words. Nevertheless, you feel proud about showing off your intricate knowledge of the supernatural. However, that pride grinds into dust when the man in black lands you with a judging glare.

"Woah, you watch way too much TV, woman! If you think vampires are some hibernating, furry mammals with not enough molecular integrity to be able to cast a reflection then you are an idiot....we are very much human, just partially dead!"

Your stereotypical definition of a vampire must have pissed him off real good.

"Whatever....I still don't believe you" you roll your eyes, looking anywhere but at him.

Along with an annoyed scoff a sinister smirk forms on his face and elevating his fingers to clutch a few strands of your loose curls, Taehyung tugs on them lightly to pull you even closer.

"I don't care if you believe me or not....I don't need your approval. I am hungry and all I need right now is your freaking blood which I'm gonna get anyway. Even if you hate me for it, guess what, I don't give a fuck" the previous decency in his voice is nowhere to be found as all that shines through right now is a wild craving.

Being just a few centimeters away you can feel his warm breath lingering on your skin. His eyes have somehow gotten bigger and darker, devoid of any human vehemence and to be honest, it is scaring you.

The leniency in his voice that so easily changed into an arrogant greed makes your heart clench. In your 18 years of existence, you were never scared of anything like you are today. Your palms are sweaty, your heart's beating louder than ever and a flicker of fear is burning in your soul.

When I said I wanted to experience something supernatural in my life, this is not what I meant!!

"Wait-" you stutter, unable to break free from his daunting glare.

"Don't worry," he cuts you off. "You won't remember any of this once you wake up" and with that he lunges at you. The next thing you feel is a cold hard wall pressed against your back and a pair of dagger sharp teeth plunged into your neck.

A heart wrenching scream makes its way up your chest but barely leaves your throat, instead a wheezing gasp sounds through. You close your eyes shut with painful tears cascading down your cheeks. The ache that spreads through your skin clenches your sanity and rolls out of your eyes while you grit your teeth in deep agony. However, just when the pain begins to get unbearable, it stops, abruptly and completely.

Breathless with fear you slowly open your wet lids only to witness Taehyung now standing far away from you at the other end of the room. Drops of your shaded gore drips down his bloody lips painting his black shirt with a darker shade. His hands instinctively moves up to his mouth and the milky white skin of his chin is now tinted crimson. For some reason he is coughing heavily, almost as if he is choking on your blood.

Is this supposed to happen?

Your wide eyes widen even more when Taehyung finally shoots up to look at you with a gaze full of surprise and fear? His large dark eyes bore into yours intensely as they gradually morph back into their normal, humane demeanor. The moment grows ardent with both looking at each other with brimming uncertainty but breaks when the vampire utters some very unanticipated words.

"Are you the cure?"

└──» To be continued ✎ 。