Young. Naive. Thirsty.
Three words to describe Jungkook, newborn Vampire surviving on his own in a huge tempting city full of danger and mystery. His resistance to kill makes getting what he needs a tad bit difficult, especially when he meets a hu...
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"Hey, asshole!!! You having a stroke or something? Get the fuck out of the street!"
The blaring car horn and blinding headlights pull Jungkook from his bitter recollections and he lifts his hooded head slowly to glare at the irate middle-aged cab driver giving him the finger.
He was still standing in the middle of the intersection, drenched in rain and in pursuit of quenching his insistent thirst. Memories of his death and unsavory rebirth weighed heaviest on his mind these days, especially on nights like this. When the promise he made to himself years ago came back to bite him in the ass.
Feed...
The cab driver honks his horn again. spewing even more expletives that Jungkook wasn't even sure if they were in any language he knew. He halfway considers letting the loud-mouthed city dweller become his victim of the night. But he resends the thought as he continued on his way, not even sparing the driver a blackened glance as he did.
You're pathetic...
You wanna test your limits?
Be something you know you cant be?
Fine...Go fucking do it.
Jungkook scoffs bitterly at the haunting and nagging voice that stuck with him. From the moment he left the high-rise apartment and set out to make a new life of his own, Tanya's cryptic sentiments would play on loop when his thirst was at its peak of suffering.
Finding a new part of the city to occupy was easy.
Settling into a borough of overpopulated citizens that paid him little to no attention was easy.
Hell, even finding a way to get blood without hurting anyone was easy.
But shaking the hold his former lover had over his thoughts would be another story.
He wondered what she'd say if she saw him now and how much of a kick she would get out of how low he'd gotten. Starving and deprived of what his body really wanted. Needed. A fresh warm kill and not something dull and cold from a bag.
For a while, it had done the trick and Jungkook was thriving without the urges to sink his teeth into flesh plaguing him every second of the waking night. But it seemed as though the will of his thirst, along with its patience had run its course and his body built up a tolerance to the bagged blood.
So tonight he would have to end his streak for the sake of his sanity and the semblance of control he had over the beast that resided deep inside of him. One life. One sacrifice.
He planned to make this as quick and as clean as possible. No mess. No dramatics. Hell, he may even kill them before he fed, just so that they wouldn't have to suffer. But no matter who or how it had to be done and it had to happen tonight.
After walking aimlessly for another 23 minutes, the voice of his thirst halts him.
Here.
Jungkook looks up and hisses in disbelief at where he allowed it to lead him. Of all places in this godforsaken city...
"Here?" he mutters, careful not to attract the ear of any passerby. Which there were plenty of considering the type of establishment he was currently in front of. That same pulse like rhythm that lured him from his lair was loud and heavy in his ears now as many more swarm together in a dance of temptation too potent to resist.
His throat burned and his gaze deadens in view of the neon lit moniker above him. He swallows against it, grimacing slightly.
Here...
Feed...
Now...
The firm whisper hisses deep in his mind and Jungkook knew if he continued to ignore its wishes, there would be hell to pay for him and whoever was standing too close.
He gives the surrounding area a quick scan before sighing in surrender, glancing at the guarded doors and the long line of patrons waiting to be granted access. A line that wrapped around the corner.
Saturdays.
He would have to find another way in order to avoid any unnecessary delay.
"Ugh...if only Tanya could see me now..." he mutters to himself as he stepped away from the club's entrance, aptly named "Pulse".
The irony isn't lost on him as he strolls through the crowd and past the line, all the way to the alley that was sure to lead him into the building another way.
"Just get in. Find someone and get out. Make it quick. Make it easy...."
