Taehyung's POV

I snort. Some of us have powers. Some of us don’t. The ones who come from ancient blood lines, like Namjoon and me, magic is still dwelling in our blood. He can heal faster than any of us, and our ancestors passed something else that comes in handy during difficult times. It is not normal nor natural for vampires to be born and grow up. But the two of us were. Vampires, or at least 99% of them, are made. Either willingly or not, they turn into one of us after getting bitten and we share our blood. It’s a delicate and complicated procedure. The human has to stay alive, but barely.

Namjoon and I were born into this family as half-bloods and turned when we reached the right age by our fathers. Our fathers chose the women, and they were a vessel. A means to an end. A way to get an heir. My family has been doing this for a while now. They do not want to risk losing power. The humans die during labor, and most of them don’t even make it that far. I know Namjoon’s father tried over ten times before succeeding. Our family uses their healing powers and the help of a witch to force the mother to carry on, but saving them is never possible. 

My father says he loved my mother. He told me enough times he fell for her and how she looked at the good in everyone, even him. It was a shame she had to die. He says the few months she was pregnant with me were some of the happiest he had in his entire existence. I do not doubt him since I never seen the man getting interest in another one. He is also another reason I do not drink human blood anymore. My father has means to feed himself. Means that do not involve wasting humans on it.  

I sometimes wonder if he had the chance to re-do it all. Would he let my mother carry on with the pregnancy? Or would he spare her? Either way, he would lose someone he loves and I have no doubts my father loves me. It is rare, but it is very much true. It is also another reason Namjoon dislikes me. My parents actually wanted me to be born, his father... He needed someone to carry on with the legacy.  

He never experienced love, in any form. From the day Namjoon was born, his faith was sealed. Carry on with the coven. I do not envy him, and I would actually try to be friends with him if making his entire existence miserable wasn’t so amusing. Also because he is prick, but I am letting my emotions carry on with my thoughts about that part.

“Kim Lee,” Namjoon continues as I finish dressing. “How is she?” 

“Short.” I cock a brow at him. “Hair the color of the moon, like her entire family. I am pretty sure she was wearing contacts to make her eyes look brown. And she isn’t human.” 

“How can you tell?” 

“She smells like them,” I deadpan, turning to face the vampire I have known the longest. “She smells like the Legion hunters.” 

Namjoon smirks. “It could be because she lives among them. You know their scent impregnates.” 

“It wasn’t just that. She smelled like her family does and she also carried hints of another male. Another hunter,” I say. “But she was healing fast. Just as her brother’s hunters do. It is not normal, especially in a woman. So even if she doesn’t have powers similar to the rest of them, her blood is still close enough to Seok-Jin’s granting her the ability of fast healing.” 

He goes still looking back at me. Namjoon taps his fingertips against his leg. A nervous twitch I caught whenever he doesn’t like what I have to say. “She has fast-healing?” I dip my chin and he frowns. “I have to read about this, but if she has that sort of power, then she must have others. Did you learn anything from her?” 

“She works at the vet hospital. The one her family owns. Inside the Legions territory.” I make sure to accentuate the words let Namjoon get ideas. 

If it was up to him, we would attack at dawn. If it was up to his third, we would be there already getting our hands full of blood. But Namjoon is a strategist, and he knows better.  

He still considers something looking at me. “We didn’t come here to start a war, Taehyung. If that is what you are implying.” 

“I am not implying anything,” I smirk. “But you did bring us all here. And you forgot to tell everyone except your dog why.” I don’t want to say Yoongi’s name or I may summon his ass. 

My dear relative does not enjoy the way I look at him. However, he doesn’t give in. We both know I am only his second because we are blood related. Although if we look at our family tree is far more fucked up than anything else. Killers, psychopaths and people high on power. None of them were normal. None of them were human. Namjoon’s father is the closest to an uncle I can have, and I still hate his guts. He is the reason a certain governor was elected. That way, the coven could do what they do best, feed and fuck humans regardless if they survive or not.

Which leads us to the reason Namjoon and I do not get along. I know not to feed from humans. The rest of the coven tries their best not to. But his father still spikes the younger ones sometimes, and the bastard does love Yoongi. If it was up to me, we could all live among the weaker kinds. But it is not up to me, which they remind me time and time again. 

Namjoon, however looks unbothered at me. “You will know why we are here when I deem it worthy of telling you. In the meantime, keep Kim Lee under your eye.” 

“Is that why you came all the way to my room?” 

“No,” Namjoon lets out, clearly exhausted and done with the conversation. I know when I am being dismissed. “A body appeared. I want you to go inspect it before the hunters find out about it. Learn whatever you need to and report back to me. 

*** 

Keep Kim Lee under my eyes. Easier said than done. Especially if I am right about her. I look down at the victim and scoff. Fucking hell. Whoever killed this girl did a very poor job at trying to hide they were a supernatural being. It is a good thing Kim Lee did not figure out who I was earlier, nor that the Legion still doesn’t know my coven is around. They would link us to this in a heartbeat. Thankfully, I don’t have one. One of the many perks of my kind.  

I crouch and pick up the victim’s phone. The device is plastered on the floor next to the body. The screen broke in the corner. My gaze adverts to the girl. A teenager, by the looks of it. Her whole life was ahead of her. The girl's blue eyes are wide open, and her face struck with horror. Her lips are parted and the skin around them dry. As if she screamed for her life. She saw it coming before she gave her last breath. Whatever killed her, seems as if they took its time. Her skin looks greyer than a human’s skin should look. The murdered also sucked her bone dry. I can barely smell any blood on her. They left the body here and went away. The smell is not something like I have never felt either. It is overpoweringly sweet enough to make me nauseous. No one in the coven smells like this.  

My eyes scan around, but there are no traces of footprints. Shit. I was hoping this was going to be simple.

What creatures besides vampires feed from blood using puncture wounds? Banshees... but I doubt a banshee has killed this girl. Although it would explain the fear across her face. But not the putrid sweet smell. Banshees look beautiful. They are temptation incarnated. Sin on legs. I have never met a human who could resist them. Nor did I ever seen a human aware of what a Banshee is. Not until they open their mouths and try to devour whoever is fucking them. Whenever I see one I can never see the person they are pretended to be. I see only the sharp teeth and deadly eyes. 

Most supernatural creatures are beautiful. It is a way of hiding who we truly are.  

But the girl is fully clothed, and she doesn’t smell as if she had sex hours ago. Banshees always kill during sex. 

“What murdered you?” I ask to no one going through the girl’s phone. 

Her last texts are for her girlfriend. She says she will meet her like requested. She seems giddy about escaping curfew. It seems this part of the woods was used as a meetup point by horny teenagers. Great. Hormones are always easy to deal with, aren’t they? Tell a teenager they have to stay inside their house and they will be crawling out of the fucking window before you finish that sentence. 

The last texts go through and marked as seen, but her girlfriend never replied. I bet whatever Namjoon wants, the girlfriend killed her. Whatever the other girl was, she lured her here. She was also more patient than any other thing to go for the kill. These messages between the two go back to at least two months ago. No one waits that long to feed themselves. Which leads me to believe this may have been an accident. 

It is easy to hide who they are around here, especially if they aren’t dangerous. The Legion lets supernatural beings into the city as long as they have a clean record. Most are kept under a watchful eye but are free to live a normal life. The Legion also expels whoever has one strike. But I guess for some, even one death is too much. 

Namjoon brought us here for a reason. He doesn’t say it. He doesn’t admit it. But I know he feels the shift in the air. I do as well. He feels the threat hanging around us. Something is coming, and it’s coming hard upon everyone we know. I swear if it is another weird Pagon God I am killing the bastard faster that they can call upon Zeus.  

A small sound, distant enough so I cannot see, breaks my focus. I stand and hide myself upon a tree branch. Someone walks from behind the trees and the smell hits me like a motherfucker. Shit. I climb higher and putting myself against the wind. Two hunters come from the shadows, someone following close by. 

Someone I thought I wouldn’t see again.

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