Ch.5 - Please don't make me

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"Come on Cecile, we gotta get you healed. You can't go after these things in this condition!" Jimin had taken me to the infirmary to get checked out. Sometimes he forgets that I've had injuries like this before. It's like a paper cut for me.

I took off my outwear, leaving me in my black sleeveless top.

The sound of a door slammed open as Jin stormed in, with jungkook behind him. He then started pacing back and forth.
"You know when they mentioned to me that you got injured, I couldn't believe it. This isn't like you to do that Cecile... Whatever it is stop. You could have gotten seriously hurt."

Jin gave Jimin and Taehyung a look of disappointment. And it caused a frown on their faces.
"They had nothing to do with it, if anything it's my fault for getting distracted and not being on high alert." Jin waved his hand to brush off the situation.

"Do not let it happen again. Taehyung, I need you to come with me. And Jimin, take care of her. She better be wound free." He walked out of the room with the two younger ones, leaving the door to slam shut. And that leaves us two alone.

"You don't have to heal me. I can just get a blood bag and it'd be settled." I grabbed the alcohol from the small table and began to pour it on my wounds, then grabbed the gauze and wrapped it around my arm. He shakes his head.

"It's practically my fault. I should've paid more attention to my surroundings. You'll heal a lot quicker with my blood."

Some people think we have to drink from humans in order to feel satisfied. Whilst us we usually drink from both. Depends what mood we're in. We never hunt for humans; some just give themselves up. Which is easy food for us.

They have a particular club in this city that specializes in those things. I don't see what's so special about it. We usually feed off of each other. At least some of us do. As for me in particular. I hardly feed. I never gave into those temptations.

Jimin started to unbutton his shirt, I averted my eyes away from his exposed chest. I could feel his gaze staring at every scar on my body. He shifted his body between my legs as I felt the coldness of his body against mine.

"I don't know why you're always so hesitant on feeding off of me. How long has it been since you last fed? I can see your old scars that aren't fully healed."

I looked up at him, at this point I was just annoyed.

"Because I don't believe in feeding off of others to quench my thirst for blood. To give the satisfaction to the fucking monster that's inside me. I'd rather die."

Immortality is a curse.

"Please heal yourself, if not for Jin and I. Do it for that guy you saw. He must be someone special to you if you had reacted that way." I caught a glimpse of Jimin rolling his eyes.

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