Love Bites

Scent

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.