Namjoon had no way of entering the hospital building, it was completely locked in and out with maximum security.

He couldn't risk getting caught either, or else he would end up like his brother. Part of the doctor knew this was Joowon's fault for betraying him and Seokjin, and part of him knew that this was his own fault: If only he would have kept an eye on Seokjin, then none of this would have happened. But he couldn't just stand around searching for who was right and who was wrong, he had to act immediately and save Seokjin from getting murdered.

Namjoon didn't know where he was, he could only guess where they had hidden Seokjin away. He knew that they weren't going to place him in the same room he was in before, because he checked the surveillance cameras he had hidden in that room from his office, and there was no sign of life within that cold, dark, and mysterious room. Just emptiness.

Before continuing any further, he heard loud footsteps approaching him. The doctor would be outnumbered by the amount of people, so he hid himself away in a safe and non suspicious place.

"Where is he? I saw his car! He's here." Namjoon heard Bohwa shouting at a few other men beside him.

"He probably got inside of the hospital already, Bohwa."

"Find him." All four of the men separated individually, in search for the doctor who was stressing out trying to find a way to escape without getting caught by them.

Things only took a turn for the worse when he thought he was out of harms way by entering the hospital without getting noticed.

Everything seemed normal at first. The hospital was eerie and cold, Namjoon began to shiver. He usually brings his lab coat with him but that was when he used to work there. Now, he only had on a thin jacket with no radiation protection whatsoever. And the closer he was to finding Seokjin, the stronger the force of radiation would hit him. His ears were ringing badly, and he was beginning to sweat.

Everywhere he turned his head to, he would find people dressed from head to toe with full body suits and dark gas masks. They were carrying a lot of medical supplies; some which seemed like a scalpel or a few tools used for surgical procedures only, were far more intimidating to the doctor.

They appeared to him as lethal injections and murderous types of weapons rather than medical supplies.

And out of all the places the people kept running back and forth to, the one place they would always head to was an old elevator which had a sign that read, "Not Working, please use the stairs." Now Namjoon knew why they would always avoid that lonely elevator, it most likely takes them to where their experiments are hidden.

"Seokjin has to be there." The doctor had to create a distraction. Something that would make a loud noise, or a big mess that the workers wouldn't be able to avoid no matter where they would go.

Then he saw a patient in the room beside him with life support hooked up to her. The old woman appeared to be in her eighties. Her eyes were open, but she wasn't blinking or breathing. Namjoon felt an ache in his heart as he headed towards her room.

"I'm so sorry. You deserved a better life." The doctor hid her small, petite body frame behind him, doing his best to hide her from everyone.

"Blood." He noticed around four pints of blood on top of a surgical table. This was the only chance he had to think of a plan. A nurse turned her back, clearing the path for Namjoon to grab the pints of blood and poke a hole into all of them, splattering the blood all over the hospital floor.

"Please forgive me." He wiped the blood around the woman's face and pushed her frail body onto the bloody floor, causing a big disturbance, not only for his mind, but for the people there as well.

The nurses were panicking, the doctors were figuring out what to do with the dead corpse, and Namjoon finally found a way into the elevator. It was empty.

The putrid smells were invading the doctor's nostrils, entering his lungs, and causing him to gag in silence. He was disgusted.

"Seok...Jin...Seokjin!" Namjoon coughed, whispering Seokjin's name out loud, yet silent enough to remain unnoticed by any possible suspects or threats lurking around the endless amount of shadows.

Very little lighting barely allowed Namjoon to see where he was walking to, or what he was walking on. His shoes felt sticky and his walking was slowing down.

His arms were getting harmed from a bunch of barb wires he kept on carelessly dragging across them. While battling through the pain his body felt in between each hit, scratch, or bruise, Namjoon reached the light at the end of the everlasting dark tunnel.

He found Seokjin.

The man was attached to a machine which was distributing a dark black liquid into his veins. His neck was also chained up, along with his hands and feet.

The man was immobilized. Namjoon recognized the liquid. It was a type of iron used to help people with low hemoglobin level. But what type of blood were they injecting into Seokjin's bloodstream, and why?

Soon he realized that the liquid was going two ways: The iron was replacing all of the blood that they were draining out of Seokjin's body from his arms and legs, filling up a rusty bucket with his blood.

He hid himself before Seokjin or anyone else could see him. And the man hid just on time, as a woman approached him.

"Yoona..." Namjoon never got along with that woman for a reason. And now with what she said to Seokjin, he learned to hate her even more.

"This is where demonic creatures like you belong, Mr. Kim." She attached another wire to the man's chest to monitor his heart rate.

"Isn't it tempting?" She sat there, waving a pint of Seokjin's own blood over his face.

"You're going to kill me..." Seokjin spoke with barely any energy at all.

"That's correct! Great answer, Seokjin!!" The woman let out a maniacal laughter.

"Can I have one last wish before dying.." She allowed the man to speak.

"Wish all you want, but wishes can't come true for outlaws like you."

Seokjin hesitated to speak.

"I want to hear Dr. Kim's voice one last time." He tilted his head back, his skin losing more and more color each time as the nurse sliced into his skin with a scalpel.

"Vampires don't deserve happiness. You are nothing but a dark entity." Seokjin was becoming more weak, and the words were beginning to mentally bring him down.

"You... You made me into this. You cannot treat your own experiment this way. You did this to me! You all did!" His eyes became bloodshot and rolled to the back of his head, becoming white, as his heart gained a strong pace form his own adrenaline.

Seokjin's body was running on what ever he had left inside of him, and the only power he was getting was from his own sadness and frustration.

"Are you really upset about dying? Or about leaving behind that stupid doctor." Hearing her mock Namjoon's name, increased Seokjin's adrenaline rush.

"Say that... Again..." He breathed out.

"What? About Namjoon? He's nothing but a pathetic moron who is overly sensitive about his patients. Tell me now, who would really care about a human being that much? Let alone a monster. Such a pity." One chain loosened up from Seokjin's hand.

"He would. He cared about me..." Another chain loosened up from his left ankle.

The nurse's attention to Seokjin was interrupted by a loud crash, coming from behind her.

"Don't even think of escaping this time." She left the vampire on his own in search for the loud noise.

As the woman found out what the noise was, she found an old stuffed teddy bear, with a single, buttoned eye, and the stuffing overflowing out of his stomach.

"What the hell is this doing here?" She disposed of it in the trash can, then fell to the ground when her face collided with a metal tray.

"Help! Somebody-" Her mouth was covered by the same cloth Bohwa had previously placed over Seokjin mouth. She was knocked out within five seconds.

Seokjin heard the loud screams, and feared that one of the monsters had been set free and was roaming around the room he was in.

He fell down after freeing himself of the chains that were holding him back. Many things were holding him back on leaving, one of them being the fact that he had no where to go even if he left.

And the other one, was the fact that Namjoon wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

His adrenaline rush wore off and he remembered the fact that his lover was no longer his and that he despised him. He blamed himself entirely for everything.

"What good does freedom do to me if I don't have you in my life, Doctor Kim?" He picked himself off of the ground and saw a silhouette standing three feet away from him.

"Seokjin, let's go home..."

Namjoon was standing right in front of Seokjin, but the man couldn't see him. His vision was blurring.

"I haven't shed a tear in over a decade. You're the first man to ever make me cry... I'll be damned."