Y/N POV

"Namjoon please stop!" I cried out, trying to lift myself up so I wouldn't take his savage thrusts too deep, but of course he pushed me back down roughly.

He was completely gone; his vampire nature was the only thing that remained. I had only seen Namjoon like this once, and that was when I was 14 and had my very first boyfriend. I had brought him home not knowing Namjoon was in my room waiting. Being young and dumb I didn't think it mattered if I was in a relationship or not, i thought it was harmless, as long as i didn't have sex with him.

As soon as I told Namjoon he was my boyfriend, his eyes went red, then slowly purple as he ripped the boys body apart limb by limb. Not caring the slightest if he deserved it or not. Later when he turned back to normal, he explained to me that vampires have four states, which are sorted by eye colors. His normal human eye color- brown, blood-red, purple, and gold. He told me that red is the normal vampire color, and purple is when a vampire has lost control of their human nature.

But he never explained what gold was, but he told me - "if you ever see my eyes turn gold, run as fast as you can and make sure I don't find you"

Me being the curious person I am, I asked him - "what if i don't run?"

"You'll die kitten, it won't be quick and easy, nor will it be a painless death."

"What is the point of running if you're going to catch me anyway?"

"If you can run and hide without me catching you, you may stand a chance, many will die. But if you heed my warning, you will not"

After he killed my first boyfriend he tried to grab me. The only reason why I survived was because I bit him hard.

I was yanked out of my thoughts when I suddenly remembered a thought that ran through my head - the only reason that I wasn't killed by him was because the pain bought him back

I quickly opened my eyes to find Namjoon's fangs grazing over my neck, If I don't act quickly I will be dead. I wrapped my arm around his neck to steady myself, I quickly bit his neck roughly, wincing at the taste of his blood flowing into my mouth, the metallic taste made me want to gag.

I could tell he snapped out of it because he immediately pulled himself out of me and tried to disengage me from his neck.

"Oh fuck, Y/n!" Namjoon said as he quickly washed us up and quickly wrapped a towel around me, then himself.

He tried again to get me to release my teeth from his neck, but I couldn't. At first, his blood tasted awful , but I couldn't spit it out as I was afraid is I let go of his neck he would hurt me. So I, against everything in me telling me not to, swallowed it.

But after the first wave, the taste of his blood changed. Rather than disgusting and awful, it became sweet and sensual.

I could feel every part of my body healing from wounds that I didn't notice were there. I felt stronger, like I received a cute for every sickness in my body.

His blood replaced all of my pain with arousal. Intense and immense arousal that demanded to be acknowledged.

'Oh my God! This is the cure Namjoon gave to my mother to cure her cancer!' I thought as I dug my teeth deeper into his neck.

"Kitten, you need to stop drinking" Namjoon said softly, sitting on the bed with me clinging to him. He put one arm around me, his other one rubbing my back slowly. I absolutely despise how he treats me like a little child.

"I know it's hard, and I know how good it feels and how amazing it is while drinking it. But please, you have to stop. I know you only did this because I lost my control and I nearly killed you. I hope you know how undeniably horrid I feel for doing that, but you will die if you do not stop"

I tried to stop drinking, but after the first wave of blood hit me, it became like an addiction. I just didn't want more, I needed it. I realized what Namjoon meant when he said my scent is like an addiction, he both wanted to have it and destroy it.

I slowly pulled myself away from him and wiped the blood off of my lips as i slowly looked up at him. I pushed myself out of his hold and went to the closet to get dressed.

I decided to wear a white blouse with a short black skirt and some black tights to match. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and put on the same boots I wore before. I took a quick look at my appearance, then got angry as I looked like a child. When Namjoon picks out my outfit, I look mature and gorgeous, but still look young when I dress myself up. I sighed heavily and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Once I was done, he tried to pull me into his arms but i pushed him away and walked out of the room, then went down the grand staircase. His car was already waiting at the bottom of the steps once I opened the doors to the mansion, I got into the passenger seat and waited.

A few seconds later, Namjoon came out of the mansion, wearing a suit that matched my outfit. If I weren't so pissed off, I would have found it sexy that he matched his outfit with mine.

After starting the car and driving to the office, he started apologizing to me. "Kitten, I'm so sorry," he said, turning his head to look at me, his brown eyes were soft and full of remorse and regret. He put his hand on my thigh, trying to hold my hand, but I quickly pulled my hand away, crossing my arms over my chest.

I snorted as I looked out the window, ignoring his presence.

'I'll make sure you're sorry Namjoon, mark my fucking words' I thought as he took his hand back and focused of driving.