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Things were going well for the pack and their vampire mates, they fell into a lull of peacefulness, Onew no longer thought of Hyejin daily (much to Minho’s like) and Taemin was sickeningly sweet with Jonghyun.But all was content. It had been a while since Hyejin had left and the preposition of being with the wolf sounded better and better each day to Onew, he didn’t need to worry about feeding as Minho was happy enough to satiate him. Although there was a voice at the back of his head that said, you’ve been too happy.
That was when things went wrong. Onew felt it. The moment the life left her eyes, the moment stars left her consciousness. Hyejin was dead. He had begun to feel content in the wolf’s arms, she had left his life a matter of months ago, 6 to be precise. The wolf pack made him and Taemin feel loved and adored. Minho allowed Onew to feed from him, though the vampire was always careful not to take too much as it could make him drunk. It was the blatant supernatural that ran through the blood that would intoxicate him. But in the haze of feeding, he felt it. He felt it-the snap in her force, like a punch in the gut.
Onew threw himself from the wolf with a cry of her name and before he knew it, blood dripped from his eyes. Though it was nothing compared to the pain that flashed through him in waves. It wasn’t long before Taemin was at his side, tears streaming down his own pale cheeks.
“You felt it to.” Onew sobs looking up at him. Red stained his cheeks. When one part of a mated pair died, the other would go through immense pain, and be inconsolable; the blood tears were also part of that.
“It was him. Key did it. Why did she go on her own.” He mumbles, a break in his sobs. Hyejin had made it obvious, the moment she bid her goodbyes to the pair and left them to their wolves, she was going to go after Key and make him pay for what he had done to Taemin. It was an unwritten rule, that a human wasn’t turned unless there was no other choice and they had already said that that was what they wished to happen. Taemin had had neither the choice nor been on the cusp of death.
“I should of been there, it should of been me. I was the one that suggested ripping his unbeating heart from his chest. Not her.” Onew mumbled, having stopped crying and allowing himself to be comforted by Minho. Although she hadn’t been in his life for months it felt strange to think that when Minho died, which he would, she wouldn’t be there.
Onew got up, determination in his features and anger rolling off his form in palpable waves. No wolves dared to question him and his actions in that moment. He packed what little things he could in preparation to leave, Taemin was right by his side doing the same, though the young vampire hadn’t stopped crying yet and sobs still pulled at his shoulders. But there was the same determination on his face as was on Onew’s.
“I am going to find him and tear him apart. I will scatter the pieces so no one will be able to mourn him. He took her from me and he will pay.” Onew growled as he stalked away from the wolf pack, Taemin at his side. He knew this was dangerous, he wasn’t stupid but he didn’t care, Key deserved to die. The pair would of course regret leaving their wolves but they didn’t need to see the pair commit such a bloody murder.
They began their investigation where Hyejin had. Back at Key’s old castle, the one where he used to reside or had for at least the past 300 years, of course that had changed in recent months, when news of him being hunted had reached him. The castle was terribly gothic and hauntingly dark, it was fitting for a vampire such as Key that had lost tangible ties with human emotions centuries ago. The interior of the stone hadn’t changed, it still had the floor to ceiling drapes in a dark wine colour and the ancient bed, from one of the chinese dynasties that had long since died out. But above the scent that was distinctly Key, was Hyejin. It was faint and airy but refreshing to the stench that was Key.
Once the scent was found they followed it, it took weeks and they crossed many territories, fought many different kinds and hypnotised humans into giving them information. All moral ideals went out the window. Onew was still angry but he had contained it slightly and he more so regretted leaving Minho without saying goodbye. But he couldn’t then, as in that moment all that mattered was making Key pay for ripping his little flower girl from the earth.
“You don’t have to come all the way, you can go home at any moment, Taemin.” Onew smiled at him, voice barely audible over the breeze in the branches above. This wasn’t Onew sending Taemin back, it was simply him giving the younger a choice. This was Onew’s fight and it would be until one was dead, until Onew stained the ground crimson with the essence that was Key.