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His mind raced as his consciousness slowly trickled away, a primal hunger taking its place. Nevertheless, Jungwon was stubborn, clinging onto every last bit of his consciousness, but it was like sand in the wind. If he had only listened to Sunghoon, he wouldn't be in this situation. He thought back on Sunghoon's warning, what he had said about vampires being unable to ever die from hunger or thirst, so they suffer worse consequences. Perhaps the people that those vampires hunt have a more terrible fate, but to lose one's sanity because they went too long without the taste of human blood... Vampires were fragile in many more ways than just burning in sunlight. Their minds were held together by strings, and Jungwon's strings were coming undone.
He knew if he so wanted to, their connection would allow him to teleport to Sunghoon's side no matter how far apart the two were. But the hunger gnawing at him rendered him unable to stand, or to do anything. He felt like he was being ripped apart from the inside, like his hunger was a being of its own trying to claw its way out. He felt it clawing at his stomach, felt it breathe fire into his throat. He kept gulping, trying to drown it, but his mouth wasn't producing saliva anymore. His lips were cracked and bleeding, but his own blood can't give him the nutrition he needed.
With his arms wrapped around his middle in an effort to numb the pain of hunger, sitting with his knees to his chest in a defensive position, he must have looked like a child, scared and in pain. He wondered if a kind stranger who happened to be passing through the decrepit neighbourhood would stop in front of him and offer help. He wondered if they would be able to see his eyes glinting red. Would they read his sharp glare as the mistrust of an abandoned child, or would they be able to see the frenzy in his eyes? Would they get closer to check on him more, craning their neck and exposing it in such a welcoming way that the last constraints in his mind would snap and he would sink his teeth in?
He picked up his head at the thought. He gulped air as his senses scanned the vicinity for humans. What would their blood taste like? He's had it before, right after he was initially turned, but he couldn't remember it. Would it taste like blood, thick and metallic, or would it taste different, now that he was different? His ears picked up the revving of an engine, and his eyes followed it. There, right there in front of the building he was on, there was a car. And inside it was a human. He could tell from the heat signature, he could see it.
The heightened senses didn't register in his mind as strange, but he could barely think anyway. He was overtaken by a haze of thirst. His body seemed to be on autopilot, it had already made its decisions. In seconds, he was in front of the car. The light shone into his eyes, but he remained unflinching. He was focused on the person inside the car. His eyes glowed red as he stared them down like a predator would its prey. He realized he indeed was a predator. He realized that he was enjoying this. It was bloodlust. For a vampire, hunger and thirst were the same as bloodlust.
His heightened senses allowed him the enjoyment of seeing just how scared the person was. He could hear their heart thundering, could smell their blood pumping. They were frozen in place, eyes wide as they watched him closely, probably hoping it was a trick of the light, a hallucination, something rational and explainable. Jungwon's existence wasn't rational or explainable. If he was in his normal mental state, he would probably find it horrifying how much enjoyment he was getting out of this. It was sick, so unlike himself, but in that moment, all he could think of was the human shaped blood bag in front of him.
He walked slowly up to the car, climbing up on the hood in an attempt to intimidate them even more. It worked. He didn't know how it was possible, but their heart began beating faster. It was like music to his ears. He cocked his head, face completely blank, before his lips stretched into a wicked grin, a giggle escaping him. It was very unlike Jungwon. It didn't suit him. But he couldn't help how giddy he was feeling. It was intoxicating, the way his mind was hazed coupled with the way seeing this person scared for their life made him feel. He pressed his palms against the windshield, putting his face right in front the other person's. And then he disappeared.
The stranger gasped and flinched, sitting with their guard up for a few more seconds, before finally relaxing. It was like Jungwon could hear their thoughts. "But wasn't it a little too real to have been a hallucination?" He whispered from behind them. They screamed, fumbling to open the door and escape, but Jungwon was faster and stronger. Even in his weakened, hungry state, he was much faster and stronger.
He teleported into the passenger's seat, grabbing their wrists and squeezing painfully. They were screaming so loudly, but, "We're in the abandoned part of the city. No one's gonna hear you. Even if they do, you know they won't care." They were crying now, begging for their life, telling him stop, that it hurts. Well enough, since their hands were turning blue. He held their arms up, watching the way their veins strained under their skin. Their wrists were turning purple, bruised from the way he was gripping them. In his near-feral state, with only trace amounts of his humanity left, he found it fascinating. He bared his fangs, but didn't bite. Not yet, he has to savour it, this experience.
The loud snapping of bones was followed by a deafening scream, but Jungwon only grinned wider. He didn't let go after breaking their wrists; no, he kept squeezing them. If nothing else, they would pass out soon from the shock and pain. But it seemed this person had a strong enough will to still be conscious, and they seemed to be very aware of the torture Jungwon was going to put them through.
He opened his mouth wider, clearly showing them his fangs, as of yet, white and pristine. They were long, much longer than the rest of his teeth, ending in needle points. The scream in the stranger's throat died, and they could only stare in horror, tears streaming down their face uncontrollably. Jungwon opened his mouth impossibly wide, and latched onto their wrist. Blood spilled out of the punctures he'd created, but it wasn't enough. He dragged his fangs across their wrist, opening the wound more. Through his haze, he faintly heard their scream.
Blood, unrestrained, warm, and thick, entered his mouth. It was sweet and metallic, like drinking liquid chocolate from a rusted cup. It spilled all over the car, stained Jungwon's hand and chin. He kept drinking until his hunger stopped eating him from the inside. Then he unlatched himself from their wrist, turning his gaze to their neck. To his surprise, they still hadn't passed out, but they were crying and screaming soundlessly. As he grabbed their head, their voice came back to them. He couldn't hear them over his haze, but they were probably telling him to not kill them. He only grinned, flashing his fangs again, now stained red with their blood.
Once again, he opened his mouth impossibly wide, tilting their head to expose their neck, and bit down on their jugular. This time, he had the consciousness to be aware of the way his fangs broke through the tough skin and sunk into the vein. He didn't have enough of a conscience to care that he would kill this person if he continued further. He took a moment to drink through the puncture wounds he'd made, before he ripped open the flesh and veins with his teeth. They were definitely dead now. Blood spurted and overflowed, staining everything with red. It was warm, so warm, and smelled and tasted so sweet. Jungwon's dazed state seemed to only worsen with the amount of blood he'd spilled. He kept drinking, not wanting to let so much food go to waste.
When he fully came back to senses, there was blood still filling his mouth. He tilted his head back and let it flow down his throat. It was still warm. He rested against the passenger's side door, trying to wipe as much blood off of his face as he could. Hopeless, of course, every inch of his clothing had been soaked in blood. When the back of his hand touched his lips, he vaguely recalled how cracked they were. They were soft now. He felt stronger, had more energy, even as he looked upon the corpse he had been feeding on.
He teleported to the roof of the car, not wanting to be inside with it any longer than necessary. He leaned back on his hands, the blood now having dried on his skin and no longer being slippery, but it felt uncomfortable. He picked the dried blood idly, as he sat there, staring off into the night. Did going almost-feral numb him to death somehow? Did it somehow change his morals? He should've felt horrified about the murder he'd committed, but he was horrified that he didn't. It was murder, he had murdered someone, someone with a family, friends, a whole life. But rather than feeling upset and sick to his stomach over it, like how human Jungwon would've, he only wondered what they were doing in this part of the city, all alone. He did feel sad, and he felt sorry, but he reckoned he was already on god's bad side anyway, so he had nothing to really worry about. Except cops.
"Fffffuck..." He stood up, preparing to teleport to Sunghoon's side to report what he'd done, before stopping in his tracks. Golden eyes glinted at him from between the buildings. Two pairs of them. Of course, they must have heard everything. Their hearing and smell was superior to a vampire's, after all. Jungwon slowly and carefully walked down from the car, not wanting to startle them. He didn't feel as conflicted as he should've over the atrocity he'd committed, but he was still young, a new vampire, and he felt lost. "Could you help me get rid of the body?" He asked, in his normal voice, but he sounded quieter and sadder. It was a surprise to himself. Maybe the guilt would come crashing down on him once he made it back to Sunghoon.
Sure enough, after he'd teleported to Sunghoon's side, he took one look at the older boy before blood stained his face again. His own blood. He blinked, once, twice, before a choked sob escaped him. Sunghoon, who was standing in front of him, frozen in horror and guilt, spurred into action at the sound. He felt like a child as Sunghoon cradled him, comforting him as he came down from his high. Through his sobs, he tried to explain to Sunghoon that he was only scared that they would be chased out. He was still sad about the life he'd taken, but he had a feeling Sunghoon felt enough grief and horror over what happened for the both of them. Jungwon could only let him feel it, too tired now after all the crying. He settled into Sunghoon's hold, and heard the older boy berating himself quietly before sleep took over.