"Where?!" I hollered, not thinking clearly.

"Yours, by the stream," she reminded me.

"Why can't you bring her back?" I asked alarmed.

"I can't explain now, Jimin, just do it!" I couldn't even react as I watched the sheet divider being thrown to the floor. Francesca wrapped up her motionless body in the bloody sheet and handed her to me. "Go. The longer you wait—"

She didn't have to finish her sentence. The meaning was very clear. I flew to the stream and gently lay Y/n in the deep, dark, cold trench. "I'm sorry, baby. I'll be here when you wake up. I won't leave you." I knew she couldn't hear me, but I didn't care. I'd be true to my word.

Throwing clumps of earth on my Y/n , I couldn't look at her. Even if I did her lifeless body would have been blurred through my bloody tears. It killed me to bury my love, my life. The only hope for her then was for her to heal naturally.

I couldn't fathom how I was going to be able to sit through the next three damned days, possibly longer, waiting for her to rise. But I'd fought for everything I'd ever wanted and acquired in my life, and Y/n L/n was one person I was not going to let go that easily.

~

THIRD PERSON POV :

"Jimin?" Queen Francesca lightly placed her hand on his shoulder where he'd been sitting by the freshly covered mound where Y/n's body lay in the day hole. "I've brought you something to eat."

He barely glanced up but saw the feet of a human in heels standing beside Frannie's bare feet. He shook his head then looked back at the temporary, hopefully, grave of his lover, his friend, his companion.

"You will not be needed," Frannie said to the human. "You may go home." After the woman left, she sat down. "Any sign at all?" He did not reply. "I didn't think so; too early." She hesitated a moment. "The baby is doing well, Jimin. Why don't you come in and hold him."

There was sudden movement in the center of the mound. Jimin excitedly sat up straight and stared intently. Minutes went by. Nothing else happened. "Damned worm."

They sat in silence for several hours before Frannie stood and wiped the seat of her blue jeans. "The baby is hungry. I hear him crying. Come inside soon, Jimin."

Again, he nodded simply for acknowledgment

~

Three days later ...

The sun had just set and Jimin was again at the mound to monitor Y/n's status on rising again. The knot in his stomach from the nerves made his appetite non-existent; as a matter of fact, he hadn't eaten since the day Y/n delivered their baby boy.

Every night since he'd buried her, he'd spend most of the time at the grave site, then at least an hour with the baby. Frannie had to show him how to hold the tiny infant the first night, for it had been millennia since he'd held one. But then he was a pro, and even fed the baby with his bottle. They had to experiment with the accurate ratio of formula and blood; Frannie had collected and preserved several pints of blood from the best human candidates.

Jimin was jostled from his concentration of any movement when his cell phone rang in his jeans pocket. He grunted when he heard the ringtone 'I kissed a girl and I liked it' by Katy Perry. He wasn't in the mood to talk with anyone but Y/n. It eventually stopped ringing, but then immediately started again. "This better be important, Liza!" he snapped into the mouth piece.

There was hesitation before she replied, "We've had a problem here, Sir." She rarely used that title with him, but she had to appease his grumpiness.

"Handle it."

"Already have. When are you coming back?"

"Don't kn—" Jimin stopped in mid-sentence when the center of the dirt mound pulsed, then settled back down; nothing else happened. "I've got a problem on my end, too."

"Oh, did that human of yours have your demon child yet?" she retorted sarcastically.

"How the hell did you know? Oh, Wilma, the big mouth."

"Yes, she told me. She was worried about Y/n and it sort of slipped out "

"You bribed her, didn't you?" Jimin asked with a slight wicked grin, relieved that Liza knew; a lot less explaining if he absolutely had to.

"Of course not. She thought I knew. Well?"

"The baby's fine, he's fine," he sighed heavily, mainly from frustration.

Then out of the corner of his eye he saw movement at one end of the burial mound. Without another word he threw the phone aside. Kneeling in the middle, the entire rectangle then constantly throbbed as he knew his Y/n had awakened and was struggling to free herself. 

Soft, muffled grunts emitted from the depths of the dirt, and he was beyond anxious. Mr. Park Jimin was never one to just sit back and let things happen—well, maybe he was, though not when it involved Y/n L/n. He began to dig at the dirt, not even caring if it rapidly collected on his jeans.

A moment later, fingers then a hand finally plunged through and grappled for something, anything to pull herself up. The other hand emerged, followed by another muffled gasp. Within seconds, Y/n finally broke free and jumped beside the grave, her feet planted firmly and steadily. She stood in an attack position, looking around her wildly for something to come at her.

Jimin, on the other hand, stood gaping at her. Y/nwas nothing like the woman, then official vampire that he fell in love with. Her eyes were wild and menacing, dirt was smeared all over her face and her clothing, picked up every bit of dirt that had encased her.

"Y/n—"

She didn't reply but stood erect, her mouth grimacing, her eyes blazing with hatred and fear. 

"Who are you?" she asked, looking around her for an imaginary attacker. "God, I'm hungry!" she whined.

"Don't you ... oh, shit." Jimin took a step closer, but she turned and ran off toward the stream. "Y/n! Wait!" He flew into the air, calling out for the queen's assistance.

By the time he saw Y/nthrough the trees, Frannie was at her side but not holding her back. Jimin floated back down beside the queen, who was then staring at her daughter cautiously. "Y/n, baby, you're alright. Come back to the house and we'll—"

"No! I wanna eat!" she demanded, as if she were a spoiled five-year old.

"You will. There's plenty to eat if you'll just come back with us," Frannie said calmly. 

Y/n looked up and to her left, grinning wickedly with hunger when she heard before she saw, cowering on a branch about fifteen feet up a thick oak tree, a black and white cat. 

Before either Jimin or Frannie could respond, Y/n had climbed halfway up the tree before Frannie commanded, "Y/n! Get down from that tree right now!" Her daughter paid her no mind. "AS YOUR MAKER, I COMMAND YOU GET DOWN FROM THERE!"

Y/n immediately stopped and peered down angrily at her mother. Jimin gracefully floated up to her, grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder. "Put me down, Jimin! I just need to eat!" 

Flying toward the house, he had to continuously fight her and readjust his hold on her, for she kicked and screamed trying to free herself. "Little girl, I am older than you and much stronger. I suggest you calm yourself before I have to do something drastic." That shut her up.

Just as they reached the sliding glass door on the back deck, Frannie opened the panel, allowing Jimin to glide to his feet and walk into the house. "Jimin, the kitchen, please. I don't dare give her a human in the state she's in." He nodded and did so, then having a stronger hold of Y/n. 

After they walked in, Jimin set her in a chair and held her down by her shoulders. "You can let me go. I'm not going to do anything."

"Oh, yes you will," Jimin replied, knowing she absolutely would run out in search of the human he could also smell.

"Mom! Make him—"

"Relax, honey," Frannie told her as she handed her a bottle of Sheep's blood. "The quicker you calm down, the sooner you can see your son."

Y/n looked at the bottle like it was a bag of dog crap but grabbed it and took a swallow. "Oh, god, this is disgusting!" she snapped, completely ignoring the 'son' comment. She stood, defying Jimin.

"Oh, dear," Frannie moaned. "I'll be right back. Let me get a bag from downstairs. Keep her down, Jimin."

"Yes Ma'am," he responded, but had no idea how he was going to accomplish that. He decided on kindness. "Sit back down, sweetheart."

Y/n put her hands on her hips. "No! What if I don't want to?"

Kindness lost to tactical action. "Oh, little one, I won't have a problem tying your ass down," he challenged.

She grinned and ran her finger up his chest under his t-shirt. "You know, I would really, really like it if you did."

He took a step closer to her and stood his ground. "I also know that you do not like your ass getting spanked. Keep it up. We'll see how much you can take if you keep behaving this way!"

Y/n's grin quickly evaporated. She crossed her arms and threw herself back down in the chair, huffing and puffing. They stared at the other for a minute, allowing Jimin to get his thoughts together. All he knew was this: One, he had his Y/n back. Two, she wasn't quite what he expected. Three, she didn't remember the baby. Okay, one thing at a time. 

He put his hands softly yet firmly on her shoulders. "You really don't remember giving birth to our son?"

"Yes, I do," she said flippantly. "I just want to eat."

"He's doing fine, by the way," he told her coldly. She didn't reply.

He sighed unnecessarily just as Frannie returned with a pint of blood in a preservation bag, pulled a glass from the cabinet, released the lock and poured some blood into the glass. Y/n squirmed in the chair while she tried to look behind Jimin, her nose twitching as the aroma of the blood filled her sensitive nose. "I need to warm it up, darling. Give me a second." 

When it was ready, Frannie brought the glass to Y/n, who eagerly grabbed it and practically emptied the glass in one swallow. Jimin pulled back and looked at her in disgust, even if the tempting human blood was dripping from the corners of her lips. It only reminded him how hungry he was, too; he hadn't eaten in three, almost four days.

There was a ding from the microwave and Frannie handed Y/n another glass. "Jimin," she said, nodding to the counter behind them. He followed her the few short steps, and they both watched Y/n as she downed the second glass. "She has the exact same ferocious appetite she did when she was a child."

Jimin was in no mood for a mother's reminisces. "We shouldn't let the baby around her, not in her current state of mind," he whispered softly.

"Agreed. Have you ever seen a change like hers?" 

"It varies, but yes. What I'm more concerned about is—"

"The baby," Y/n intervened sourly. "Right? I don't want it." 

She stood and headed for the hallway but Jimin was quicker than her. "Oh, no you don't. We have to keep an eye on you," he warned her.

"I am not a child!" she spat. "I don't need anyone to hover over me!"

"Oh, don't tempt me."

"I need more ... I smell ... there's a human here. I'm still hungry."

"You've had enough for now. We need to figure out—"

Before Jimin could finish speaking, Y/n shoved her body hard into his. He did not budge but held her firmly by her forearms. "Move, damn it!"

"Y/n! Watch your tongue!" Frannie chastised. "Jimin, control her."

He looked down at Y/n with a challenging look. "Queen, I'll need your help upstairs."

Y/n turned to look at her mother, as if she would help her daughter. She had no intention of doing so.

Again, Jimin got a firm hold of her, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her upstairs. "Jimin, mother fucker! Put me the HELL DOWN!"

He only smirked as he continued down the hallway to the bedroom, throwing her roughly on the twin bed against the wall as if she were a rag doll. "Queen, the handcuffs are in the top drawer. Can you bring them to me?" She fought him valiantly, though to no avail. "Keep it up," he cautioned her.

Frannie handed him the wrist cuffs. While he was able to quickly secure them to Y/n's wrists then to the rail head board, Frannie was having difficulty with her feet. "Y/n! Stop kicking!" she ordered. 

Reluctantly, she calmed down enough for the cuffs to be clasped and locked with the leg post, only then testing her strength with the restraints. No, she wasn't going anywhere, and she knew it. "Jimin, Mom, why are you doing this to me?"

Hours later ...

"How is she? Did she eat?"

Jimin didn't immediately answer Frannie as he walked into the living room, where he met her standing anxiously by the antique bassinet; the baby was fast asleep. Jimin walked to the window and pulled the curtain aside, peering outside at the dreary fall weather. All the snow had long-ago melted, and Hurricane Stella was in her third hour of intermittent torrential downpours, and there showed no sign of it stopping. The rain pouring down in sheets was the perfect invitation to run out the door and keep running. 

"No," he finally muttered.

She shook her head frustrated before she approached him at the window. Putting her hand on his shoulder, she said, "The sun has just set; it's only been a day. She'll have to eat soon."

He peered down scowling at her for touching him before he forced himself to calm down. He glared back out the window. "And what do we do if she doesn't? You have no idea how stubborn that girl is."

That cut Frannie like a knife. Sure, she hadn't been in Y/n's life since she was a little girl, but that didn't mean she didn't love her daughter. "Sadly, she gets that from her mother."

He tried to laugh but couldn't. "What if I take her to the baby now?"

"Not a good idea. You know that."

He turned around sharply. "What else am I supposed to do?"

Frannie gave him a comforting smile, although forced. "Just bear with her. You are strong, Jimin. She needs someone like you that can—"

"GET ME OUT OF THIS!" Y/n screamed at the top of her lungs from upstairs.

While he looked up the stairs fretfully, Frannie looked at the bassinet to see if the baby had woken. A bright flash of lightening made her jump, but Jimin stood stone cold dead.

"Maybe I should go up and try—" Before she could finish speaking, Jimin was already turning the corner at the top of the stairs.

"Jimin, please! Maaawwwwm!"

At the door, he slowly opened the door and looked at Y/n. The bed sheet was all twisted; half of it was balled on the bed while the other half was on the floor. Her hair was matted and dirty from being buried in the dirt for three days and bloody streaks streamed on the side of her head from her relentless tears of frustration. And yet she was still the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in more than two thousand years. 

"Are you willing to eat now?" He had no idea why he even asked; he already knew the answer.

"Yes, please," she replied sweetly and innocently, giving Jimin an alluring smile.

He tried not to show surprise at her answer. She might have been all sweet and lovey dovey, but he grew immediately wary. "You will eat?"

"Yes Sir."

Oh, no. She's definitely up to something. 

"I am not up to anything! I can't do anything because you won't let me!" He'd have to remember to practice keeping his thoughts more to himself, though he had no idea how.

Turning his head toward the hallway, he said softly, "Queen, please bring the human up again." He then walked around the empty twin bed to the bed by the wall, where Y/n was no longer thrashing and screaming as she had been when he left her a few minutes earlier, then sat across from her on the bed. "I have no patience for this, Y/n, you realize that, don't you?"

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just ... everything is so new."

It's not possible she could do a complete turn around ... is it? "You will get used to it, Y/n, but you're not even trying." 

A gasp at the door made Jimin jump as he turned to see Frannie and Y/n's dinner standing in the doorway dumbstruck. "Park Jimin! You didn't even clean her off?" Frannie berated. She huffed then disappeared but returned within seconds with a wet washcloth. "Genie, wait at the top of the stairs, please," she said. The girl left and Frannie went to her daughter's bedside. 

"Oh, baby, I know you're scared. But newborns are very hard to control."

As Frannie gingerly cleaned her off, she said, "Mom, I'm okay now. Can I take a shower?"

The queen leaned back and scrutinized her face, wearing a pleased smile. "I don't see why not." Frannie quickly removed the cuffs around Y/n's ankles.

"Majesty, are you sure that is wise?" Jimin stood up cautiously.

"Yes, Jimin. She'll be—"

As Frannie spoke, she had just finished unlocking the wrist cuffs when Y/n pushed her mother away and bolted for the window. Before Jimin could react and Frannie could get back on her feet, Y/n already had the window and screen open and jumped onto the window sill.

"Y/n! Get back in here!" Frannie demanded.

But her mother's words fell on deaf ears. Y/n leapt from the two-story window onto the drenched grass and made a beeline for the forest. Within two steps she was completely wet from the heavy rain hitting her from every side. But it didn't faze her. She was overjoyed at getting out of the bedroom so quickly, and ran for all she was worth.

"Oh, hell," Jimin grumbled and raced after her.

She was quick, that was for sure. He flew out the window after her, but had no trouble finding her. As she reached a darkened corner of the tree line, Jimin descended vertically and caught her in his arms.

"No, no, Jimin! Please, let me go!" she pleaded.

He didn't even bother replying. Not knowing if it was because he was so pissed at her for escaping, or deceiving him, or simply the fact that she wouldn't eat, he grabbed onto her forearms from behind and pulled her to him. 

She screamed and cursed and fought him the entire time he went back to the house. He met Frannie at the sliding glass door, where she held the door open for them, and he took her to the living room. Throwing her down hard on the couch, he towered over her.

"Y/n, do not even think about doing that again!" All she did was stare up at him, her arms crossed over her chest, and smiled wickedly. "You will eat now. And if I have to force it down your throat, so be it! Frannie ..."

The queen met them with the shaking, frightened human female beside her. She had been fed on before, but never with as vicious a vampire as Y/n appeared to be then.

"Sit down, dear," Frannie said to the girl, who did, but reluctantly. "We will control her. Do not be scared."

Y/n tried to squirm up and over the couch, but Jimin was well prepared to take her on, now that he knew what she was capable of. In a single heartbeat he was behind the couch with Y/n's arms beside her head, and leaned her forward a little. "On your knees," he said, directing it at the human. The girl did as she was told, and Frannie stood behind her as double enforcement in case Y/n decided to bolt again.

"Eat," Jimin told Y/n firmly.

"You know, all that cold rain hitting my face ... I don't think I'm hungry anymore. Besides, I don't want to."

Jimin had had enough. With all the upper body strength he could muster, he held her arms back with his elbows and got a tightly controlled grip of her head. "Oh, I can make you do anything I want you to, little girl," he challenged. "Now shut up and drink!"

Frannie was able to convince the girl that she wouldn't be drained of every single drop of her blood, and she finally leaned forward, tilting her head to one side so that Y/n could have easy access to the artery and closed her eyes.

Which was a good thing, because Y/n bared her short, fresh vampire teeth, opened her mouth and sunk her fangs into the girl's neck. Growling from the back of the throat, the hunger that had built up inside Y/n grew feverishly, and she fed more vigorously. Within seconds, the girl began to slump her shoulders. 

"Love, that's enough," Frannie said softly.

Y/n immediately removed her fangs from the girl's flesh but didn't retract them. She felt the warm, thick blood trace down her chin, and although she was still hungry, she felt completely defeated. "Okay, you can let me go now," she said quietly but full of pretense.

"Oh, I don't think so," Jimin replied. In one swoop, he picked her up from the couch and hurried her back upstairs to the bedroom.

"Damn it!" she screamed as he threw her back on the bed. "I've eaten. I'm okay now."

"You are far from okay," he said as he quickly fastened the cuffs around her ankles and wrists again. "Your behavior leaves me no choice." Standing with his hands on his hips, he told her, "Until you can prove to us you are capable of behaving in a civil manner, you will stay right where you are!"

"Do you really think these damned things will keep me strapped in here?" she asked maliciously.

"Yes, I do. You may be Bintaur, but your strength is far from being good enough to be able to escape yet."

"No, Jimin, Master, please!" she begged.

Without a word, he turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"JIMIN! Don't do this!"

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How far are you liking the new Y/n?
She is gonna be a handful I bet ya.
Also, I love cats a lot and babies and puppies and chocolate.
And I'm a cry baby, sue me.