She's alone now...

This is your chance..

The agitated whisper feels like nails dragging over a chalkboard in his mind, the agony of his thirst burning heavily in his chest.

He pants deeply, making sure not to make a sound as to not draw her attention towards him in the darkness.

He's crouched on the deepest end of the alley, his blackened gaze fixed on the woman standing on the stoop. She leans against the bricks, flicking her lighter rhythmically as she fixates on the puddled concrete.

Her brow crinkles in thought, seeming to be admonishing herself for something unknown to him.

For a moment he just stares, falling into the details of her beauty. Far beyond the obvious that was put on display for dozens if not over a hundred people a few hours ago. All he could admire from this vantage point and every one he had that evening, was her face.

Her soft hazel eyes that sparkled even under the flashing lights of the club, as well as the glow of the moon above her.

Her deep tawny brown complected skin that look so smooth , his hands clenched into fists at the thought of touching her.

Her small rounded nose with a high bridge, making her profile delicate and pleasing on the eyes.

Her full lips, glistening with gloss that begged to be kissed and bitten by anyone lucky enough for the opportunity.

Her average height and curvaceous build thats just barely apparent beneath the cover of her knee length coat.

Her long black hair blows gently in the breeze, carrying the scent he locked in on the moment he entered Pulse, prompting him to track her the entire evening.

Now that it wasnt diluted and mixing with the scents of others, her sweet and floral essence hits him with full force. The most enticingly indescribable scent he'd ever experienced in the years he'd spent in this new life.

Damn...she smells good..

And she's so young..

So beautiful....

He swallows down the venom as it pooled in his mouth, the remainder of his resolve slipping by the second. Not on his own volition, he rises to his feet slowly.

Thirsty....

No one is around..

No one will see..

Make it fast..

Now...

Do it now...

With every taunting command of his instincts, his shoulders rise and fall with measured breaths.

Huffing gusts of the scent he needed so desperately to taste.

She flicks the flint wheel of her lighter obliviously, flashing the tiny flame periodically. Her head lifts from the ground and the soft tone of her voice suddenly cuts through the silence.

A melodic hum that crescendo's into slow solemn lyrics.

That was when Jungkook freezes.

His hunched shoulders relax and the his quivering top lip stills when the softness of her voice halts him in his tracks.

"....why you wanna fly...black bird...."

"You aint ever gonna fly....."

His brow furrows, almost painfully at the combination of her sudden singing and inner growl of his thirst at his hesitance.

What are you doing...

You have her...

Thirsty..

It'll be easy..

Want her...

This is your chance..

She wont even see it coming...

Thirsty..

She wont feel it...

It hurts..

You need this..

Thirsty.....

You were made for this...

THIRSTY

Kill her..

NOW!

Her song seems to come to an end and she exhaled dramatically before stashing her lighter back in her pocket. The voices go silent when she moves, leaning away from the bricked wall and turning towards the door she left cracked for re-entry.

Look! She's leaving!!

Hurry...

Before she goes back in!

Kill her!

Now!!

"Shut up...shut up shut up" he mouths, screwings his eyes shut tightly and crouching down again. The swiftness of his movement would have gone unnoticed if he was more focused, but the fury of his thirst knocks him off of his stealth.

The scuffled sound of his movement has her going still and looking up in his direction, unknowingly making direct eye contact with him. Her frightened glare darts over the shadows as she clutched something in her pocket.

Shit..

It was good thing he had no use for breathing other than to track and hunt, otherwise he surely would have passed out from the way his lungs became petrified.

He was stone underneath her hazel gaze, for more reasons that one.

"Who....who's there?" she calls to him, her tone shaking subtly with fear and he resented it.

Fuck, she's gorgeous...

Why are they always so beautiful?

Seconds pass and the concern in her expression fades, melting into an annoyed smirk that makes something deep inside of him churn.

What was this feeling?

Shame?
Anguish?
Desire?

The hell if he knew...

But it lingers long after he's left alone in the alley again, watching her go and  doing his best to ignore the untamed growl bubbling up in the back of his mind.

A few hours later...

"How you feel Mami?"

Chanel approaches Deja at her locker, still barely dressed in her skimpy 'uniform'.

Deja was back in her street clothes after retiring for the night, wearing a dove grey track suit hugs her figure. Her soft skin almost glows naturally beneath the bright locker room lighting, her long straight natural hair pulled up in a tight bun on the top of her head. She glances over at her coworker as she packed her bag.

"Yeah Im ok....thanks for holding that party down. I dont know what was going on with me.." She says and Chanel waves her manicured hand dismissively.

"Its fine...there wasn't much happening after you left. That one stiff who kept getting touchy blew chunks all over the couch and Diesel kicked them all out. It was kinda funny. We can still split those tips if you want..I don't mind." She prattles off, deeply coated in her accent.

Before Deja can object, Chanel skampers away and returns with a very thick stack of bills wrapped in blue rubber bands. She drops it in Deja's open back pack, adding it to her earnings for the night.

"Nell...." Deja frowns and Chanel shushes her.

"Ah ah! Shut up. Take it. I dont want it...she scolds, effectively silencing a blushing Deja with her stern eyes.

"Thanks.." is all she says and Chanel smiles.

"Mmmhmm...you just make sure you start drinking more water if youre gonna accept drinks..." she warns playfully, making Deja roll her eyes.

"I swear, I didn't even drink that much..." she insist, returning to preparing her belongings. Chanel sucks her teeth in amusement.

"Yeah ok..if you say so." She chuckles.

".....sloppy lightweight ass...."someone murmurs within earshot.

Both Chanel and Deja glance in the direction of another dancer, knowing exactly who the comment's culprit was by the contempt clear in their expressions

Diamond, the slim thick and ever popular biracial dancer is perched on her seat at the vanity, her plump beige asscheeks on full display as she leaned closer to the mirror to freshen up her eyeliner.

Her thick curly mane is hidden beneath the honey blonde lace frontal wig that flows down her bare back. She pops her gum arrogantly as she finished reapplying the coal back liner, capping the pencil and tossing it in her makeup bag.

Deja furrows her brow while Chanel perks hers curiously.

"You over there talking shit, bitch?" Chanel asks casually and Deja doesn't even indulge the smirking commentator, continuing to push the bundles of banded cash to the bottom of her backpack.

Diamond grins wickedly in her reflection, shrugging innocently as she resumed sprucing up her face.

"...Im just saying. Only rookies get drunk on a shift. If she cant handle her liquor, then she shouldnt be drinking on the clock at all. She's lucky Benny didnt see her ditching VIP. I wouldnt give her ass shit...." she remarks, popping her gum one more time before swiping some tinted lip gloss over her lips.

The few other women in the dressing room act as if theyre not listening, but the tension is too thick to ignore.

If it weren't already obvious, Diamond was one of the few women at Pulse who wasn't a huge fan of the illustrious Deja Fire, the newest fan favorite and cash magnet. Having been there longer than most, any time a new girl came into Pulse with a fast growing popularity that wasn't fostered by the mother hen of the crew, the distaste was felt.

Deja chuckles breathily with her back still facing Diamond, knowing fully that the veteran dancer was burning holes in the back of her head.

"Well good thing none of this is your fucking business, huh?. Dont act like there isnt anything worth reporting when you take private dances...My girl just needed some air. Get off her back.." Chanel rolls her eyes and Deja shoots her an appreciative glance.

"Plus...She wasnt drunk. Its hot and muggy as fuck in here when it rains. After all the spinning and acrobat shit she was doing on the main stage twice tonight would have anybody a lil dizzy...Im sure you could relate to that at some point...10 years ago maybe" Chenal adds, earning a few nods agreement and snickers from their small audience and making Diamond snort comically.

"Thats cute. And its also cute how you love taking up for the weak here. Either way..all of those are excuses....Either you have what it takes for this shit or you don't. Little miss favorite better get her shit together before she's sent packing and back on the last night train to Georgia..."

At that last bit, Deja is slamming her locker door shut and turning to glare at Diamond over her shoulder.

Diamond smirks at finally getting some type of acknowledgment from Deja and turns around on her seat to face her.

"Uh oh? Did that strike a nerve? You got something you wanna say?" She teases, tilting her head and narrowing her gaze.

And while she wanted nothing more than to  tell Diamond exactly what she was thinking, she remembers the main reason why she never indulged her childish antics.

Diamond had pull with the owner and any girl she encountered that gave her a legit reason to fire would be dismissed faster than their drawls could hit the stage.

And she needed this job in a big expensive city like this.

When Deja remains silent, Diamond smile broadens.

"Thought so."  She quirks her brow arrogantly.

She tosses a lock of hair back over her shoulder as she stood up from the bench.

She turns her toned body to the side, assessing her perfect balance of muscle and luscious fat before stepping away from the vanities. Everyone seems to be going back to minding their business, Deja turning away to zip up her bag and shrug on her coat. Chanel however, remains by her side with a venomous mug on her face.

As Diamond passes them at the lockers on her way towards the door, she cuts the unresponsive of the two a snarky look, strutting in her black two piece set and matching heals. She pops her gum when she's behind Deja, smirking wolfishly before sneering at Chanel.

"Anywho...yall have a good night." she smiles fakely before heading towards the door. Before she's out of sight, Chanel sticks out her tongue childishly and blows a raspberry in her wake.

"Self righteous bitch...she only has all that mouth cuz she's fucking the owner. Benny's ass never cares what happens here unless it affects his money or liquor license." She remarks once Diamond leaves the room.
It always amused Deja at how Chanel seemed to be the only woman at Pulse who wasn't intimidated by Diamond or her subtle threats. She didn't know her well beyond the club, but there had to be a story there.

Smirking at the thought, Deja chuckles as she fastened the buttons on her rain coat.

"Yeah...she's funny." She mutters.

Chanel glances at Deja's passive demeanor and scoffs incredulously.

"No, you're funny. Why you always get quiet when she be poppn shit? You scared of her or something? You know Benny wouldn't let you go for no lil shit like drinking or taking a breather. You bring in way too much money..." she begins and Deja chuckles at the thought of genuinely being intimidated by someone like Diamond.

"Oh yea..terrified," she murmurs as she pulled her bag's strap over her shoulder. Before turning completely away, she pauses to make sure her lock is pushed back into its position and twirls the nob to clear her combination from it.

She pulls her phone from her pocket to check a notification while Chanel remains leaned against the lockers pouting.

"Im being serious Dej...you dont have to take her shit." She says, moving aside as Deja steps to pass her.

"I know Diamond's type. Just an insecure bully looking for a reaction outta somebody. Im kinda new here so I try to stay to myself , you and Crsytal aside. But as far as that back and forth shit....Its not my style. As long as she doesnt touch me or my money...she can say whatever she wants."
Deja shrugs on her way away from the lockers.

"Hmmm..I guess. You leaving now or waiting down stairs for a sec..I can walk with you to the front. I just gotta pee..." Chanel offers and Deja shakes her head.

"Its ok, my uber is like....6 minutes away so Im heading out now."  She tips her chin towards the exit and Chanel nods.

"Ok then babygirl...I'll see you around. You work tomorrow night?" Chanel turns away, pausing to ask. Deja shakes her head.

"Im not back until Thursday."

Chanel nods in understanding and waves her hand towards the door before walking briskly towards the bathroom, bare cheeks jiggling as she went.

"Ok Mami. Get home safe."she calls over her shoulder.

"You too!" Deja responds over her's , already halfway out of the dressing room.

Deja tucks her air pods in her ears as she made her way down the carpeted steps. She taps the obscenely buff men standing gaurd my the stairwell, smiling at them playing and giggling at their fond reactions as she passed him.

The club lights alternate between a cool blue and purple, matching her mood and the smooth saxophones playing in her ear.

She was ready to be out of this place and back into the world, falling into a city full of people who couldnt care less about what she did to earn a living.

Just to be Deja and not Deja Fire. Even if for a few days.

It was raining again by the time she gets outside and she cusses under her breath at her lack of an umbrella. She really didn't feel like dealing with her hair if it got drenched.

Luckily for her, a notification chimes in here AirPods and she pulls her phone out to see the notification from Uber. Just then a car matching the description of her driver's pulls up on the curb.

"Yes..." she huffs. The small crowd of lingerers littered the space at the clubs entrance and Deja has to shuffle through them on her way to the curb.

As she's almost free of them, she brushes against someone tall with hard arms, pausing to apologize as she continued on her way.

"Sorry..."she murmurs with out sparing the stranger a glance, too focused on getting to her ride before someone tried to steal it.

As she retreated, the air carried her attractive scent through the air and over her shoulder.

It flows back in a trail, swirling and dancing on the damp breeze. A good whiff of it remains on the arm of his hooded jacket, their brief point of contact seeming suspended over several seconds when her scent hits him again.

His throat tingles as he as he turned his head, mindlessly following her with his eyes as she proceeded ahead to weave through the crowd until she's at the car. She opens it and enters it quickly to avoid getting too wet and the car pulls away shortly after.

Her..

The whisper trails off into a strained rasp and Jungkook winces at the burn blooming in his chest and throat. He swallows against it, hesitating to follow the glimmering trail that would lead him straight to her.

"Does it have to be her?" He says to himself, suddenly feeling extremely conflicted. The beast within him pulls Jungkook forward, forcing him to take a step.

Follow....

Her...

With a staggered sigh, he obeys. Putting one foot before the other. Side stepping and maneuvering through the crowd and following the scent that was now locked in his memory.

"Fuck....."

A/n: I KNOW YALL SAW THIS

Im lowkey highkey psychic. Talk to me nice lmao

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