His Essence (1/1)

Vampires arising throughout the world like an endless plague... Bloodthirsty beasts attacking the innocent from the shadows, draining them of their lives within minutes... Chaos falling upon the barren land... Rivers of scarlet flowing from the cities like a living nightmare, a scene cut out from the worst horror movie... It would be a massive slaughter...Images of Lita's situation played in my mind like a movie reel, the event burned into my memory and taunting me like the Devil himself. How I had attacked her...How I had bit her...How I had killed her... The entire time, my mind had been clouded by the thirst, unable to recognize a single soul. All I had cared about was the blood; I had not stopped to think once. I had smelled food, and went after it. Simple as that. I shuddered. I was disgusted with myself, with what I had done. Not only that, but everything had happened right in front of Kana's eyes. I grimaced. The poor girl must be traumatized... Witnessing the slaughter of her own sister by the hands of a monster in the body of a friend. Maybe it would be better for me to give myself up to the hunters... With my blood, they would be able to hunt the vampires again...and perhaps wipe them off the face of this planet..."I won't let you step one foot out of this place, so you can give up on trying to escape," Myungsoo said in a hard voice. I jumped slightly, having forgotten that he was still in the room. I scowled at him."What, are you a mind reader now, too?" I snapped. "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what you are thinking," he retorted, crossing his arms. "You've just been turned, and obviously hate me for having done that to you. Now I am telling you how vampires can be killed. I am not surprised that you thought about joining the hunters, but let me warn you..." He leaned in closer until our faces were mere inches away from each other's, his eyes boring into my own and I could feel myself drawn into the alluring pools. "I will never let that happen..." "We shall see..." I hissed. "I personally don't see anything wrong with turning myself in to them. The world would be a much better place without bloodsuckers roaming loose, able to strike at any moment." Myungsoo's eyes flashed angrily. "The last time I checked, you were a vampire yourself," he snapped. "And who are you to judge us like that?! You know nothing about how vampires have to live!" He retreated with a glare before turning on his heels and heading out of the dungeon, leaving me to myself and the cold stone walls once more. *~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~ I yanked on the shackles as hard as I could, but they did not budge an inch. I huff in frustration and glanced up at them as if I could burn through the metal with my hateful glares. The cuffs were silver in colour and glowed like the moon under the dim light. I sighed. Obviously normal shackles wouldn't be used on a vampire; who was I trying to fool? I ran my tongue over my lower lip, wincing at how dry and cracked they were. It had been two days since Myungsoo's last visit...two days since I had my last meal. I had tried drinking my own blood, but the outcome was even worse than when I had tried to satisfy my throat with water. I looked up warily at the barred window perched at the top of the wall to my right. The stars were masked by a thick and dense storm cloud, keeping the stretch of land below hidden in its massive shadow. I narrowed my eyes. Myungsoo's sudden outburst had indeed taken me by surprise, but I didn't understand. Vampires were monsters that lived to kill, taking the lives of others to keep theirs. Selfish bastards... I scanned the dungeon room for anything that could potentially help me escape. I had to find those hunters... They needed my blood...and they didn't try to hurt me during our encounter. They wanted me alive and unharmed. Myungsoo, on the other hand... No, I had to get out of here. Even after a month, the smell of the hunters was still fresh in my mind. Tracking them shouldn't be too much trouble, once I found a way out of here that was. At that moment, the dungeon door swung open and a figure stepped through it; I could hear a substance swishing around inside a meta container and my head snapped up to see Dongwoo. He kneeled down before me and once the canteen appeared at my lips, gulped down the blood greedily before uttering a word. I detached my lips from the rim and gasped for air, my chest rising and falling heavily."The bastard's not coming?" I asked. Dongwoo gave me a stern look."The Young Master has other matters to attend to, today. Be at ease," he replied. I scoffed. "There is no way in hell I am addressing that bastard as 'Young Master'" I said flatly. Dongwoo sighed. "Show some respect," he said. "He is one of the last purebloods alive. You should be grateful to have him protecting you." I snorted."First of all, I don't consider what he's doing to me as 'protecting me' and second, why should I? Just because he is a pureblood? What makes them so great?" Dongwoo's eyes widened in disbelief."The purebloods are the most powerful vampires and hold the highest status in our world. They are the born leaders of our race and hold the deepest secrets and stories of our kind," he said hotly, as if greatly offended by my words. "And the Young Master is no exception. One day, you will realize that he is not the enemy." He stood up and stomped out of the dungeon, slamming the door shut after himself. I snorted. "Oh yeah, and I am a flying monkey with jellyfish tentacles," I sneered, even though he was long gone. I sighed. At least I had some strength now. I tried to free myself from the bonds again, but with no avail. Twisting around awkwardly from my seated position, I glanced up at the mental restraints. They had no keyhole, but rather just seemed to be all endlessly connected. I furrowed my eyebrows. How the hell did he even manage to get these on? I slumped back down against the cold, stone wall. I guess the only chance I had of escaping was to coax someone to release me... The hunters will have to wait. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I silently cursed the bastard to the depths of hell. I felt like I was drowning in fire; heat clawed its way up my throat, nails digging deeply into my skin. Every breath I took shot a searing pain into my body, nipping at the cracked and parched pathway from my mouth into my stomach. I sagged against wall, the shackles being the only things holding me upright against the stone. I looked around the room through hooded eyes; my head was pounding, causing everything in my line of vision to spin like a top. Six days... The bastard was starving me... If he believed this act would tame me, he has another thousand things coming. The door to the dungeon suddenly swung open and a familiar scent slapped me across the face like a bucket of cold water. Speak of the Devil...My eyes, which I was sure were flashing furiously between black and red, followed his every movement as he came to a stop before me."Did you enjoy your cool off time?" he asked indifferently. I hissed loudly at him, my teeth snapping at him like an angry canine; venom dipped from them endlessly, like clear, thick, honey-like waterfalls. I could see the veins running the expanse below his skin; I could smell the rich blood pumping inside of them, just screaming our to me. I thrashed about violently, trying to reach the fluid that was so close to me, yet at the same time, so far. The ends of Myungsoo's lips curved up ever so slightly into a small smirk. He stepped closer until he was just the slightest bit out of reach; my senses were about to explode. He gripped my chin harshly and turned my head to the side, exposing my neck to his eyes which were already changing colour. "You are not the only one who hasn't fed for six days..."While he drank from my veins, I noticed just how close his neck was to my face...within reach of my fangs... My teeth grazed along his skin. I felt him tense slightly, but my sharp canines had punctured his neck before he could do anything about it. A thousand feelings flooded into me at once.  I could breathe.  I could think.  I could move.  The fresh blood flowed down my throat like water rapids in spring, soaking the walls in moisture and washing away the thirst. A red flash stole my vision as my mind plunged into an obscure memory. I could hear screaming; I could make out vague, dark figures moving about anxiously, their every step laced with fear and uncertainty; I could pick out a distant, yet very prominent, sobbing.  Blood was everywhere, drowning everything in a haunting sea of red.Dripping from the furniture, running in thin rivers down the walls, gathering in pools on the ground...Everywhere... But these memories were not my own.  ___________________ Yo guise, I am finally on my reading breaaaaaak!!!!!! \(^0^)/Anyways, sorry for the wait, but here's the next very short and boring chapter^^If you like this fic, please remember to comment, subscribe and upvote^^ SHANK KEW~