You're a Monster | Chenji

LXVI

Yangyang froze at the sight. It absolutely broke his heart. Yukhei was curled up, squished in a minuscule cage, shaking. His eyes looked so lifeless as he stared at the wall.

Yangyang approached him, silently, and unlocked the cage.

'N-no! Don't touch me! Don't touch me, don't touch me!'

The terrified look in the vampire's eyes told Yangyang to stay away, yet he stubbornly didn't.

'N-no... No! No more! P-please, no more...'

Yangyang wrapped his hand around Yukhei's wrist, wanting to help him get out of there.

'I SAID GO AWAY!'

Yangyang didn't know when or how, in the blink of an eye he went flying across the room and his back collided against one of the cupboards, smashing its glass doors. His head and his back hurt, Yukhei had used all of his strength to push him away. His right arm hurt as well, but in a different way. It was much worse.

He touched his own arm and hissed, a few tears spilling from his eyes involuntarily. Was it broken?

The sharp pieces of glass had made an amazing job at painting Yangyang in red. He had cuts all over his body, and forcefully trying to get up without help made things worse. He cut his left hand and his legs trying to get up, but it was no use, the impact had left him weak and he inevitably fell on the glass mess again.

'I-I'm s-sor-ry... s-orry... I'm s-so sor-ry Y-yangYang...' Yukhei looked at him from the cage and instead of getting out he tried to squish himself in even more.

The smell of blood made his mouth involuntarily water, drops of saliva rolling down the edges of his lips. He covered his face with his hand.

Blood.

Blood.

Blood.

Yangyang.

Yangyang's blood.

Yangyang's warm blood.

Yangyang's delicious blood.

DRINK.

'NO!' The vampire yelled at himself. It was so wrong, so wrong because his blood sucking instincts told him to take advantage of the human laying defenseless and covered in blood across the lab. His rational self tried to convince the vampire Yangyang wasn't his food, yet, the vampire reminded him he'd already tasted Yangyang's sweet blood and there was nothing wrong with doing it again.

He felt absolutely gross because his mouth was watering at the sight of Yangyang, hurt and bloody,  only meters away from him.

He bit his own hand to keep himself from attacking, images of a dark fantasy where Yangyang was for him to eat flashing through his mind.

Kill him.

Kill him.

Kill him.

His brain pictured himself, slowly getting closer to the human, wrapping his long fingers around the human's throat, squeezing it until a pleasant 'crack' resonated in his eardrums.

Blood... blood... crimson red... that sweet, warm, delicious blood running through his fingers. Licking his fingers, one by one, painting his own tongue in his so desired red.

'Yangyang!' Chittaphon rushed inside as he saw the younger, in front of a cupboard, wounded and struggling to get up.

Chittaphon kneeled next to Yangyang, not caring about the pieces of glass ripping his jeans and the skin of his knees, and embraced the younger with one arm, using the other one to aim his gun at the vampire.

'Predictable. You're dead, vampire.'

'No!' Yangyang yelled as he clung to the older. He did his best to push Chittaphon's arm to the side so that he failed when he pulled the trigger. 'Don't shoot, please! I'll do anything, ANYTHING! Just... don't shoot...'

'Yangyang, I'm doing this for your own good-'

'I-If you shoot... If you shoot I will never forgive you!'

Chittaphon gritted his teeth as he lowered his gun. He felt the situation was slipping from his hands, and he absolutely hated not having everything under control.

Thankfully, Dejun and Kunhang didn't take long to show up. Kun also intervened, helping Yangyang and Chittaphon exit the room as fast as they could. Dejun and Kunhang locked themselves inside the lab, with the vampire, ready to do whatever it took to put the vampire in its place.

Jisung touched his lip as he calmly walked home. That time spent in Chenle's room felt so surreal... Was he dreaming? He didn't want to go home yet, so he decided to just go back to Johnny's house.

He knocked on the door and he was greeted by a friendly smile.

'Oh, Jungwoo!'

'Sungie! What are you doing here?'

'I just came to say thanks to Johnny for... helping me.'

'Oh, sure. Come in!'

Jisung went inside and spotted the pure blooded he was searching for on the couch. He was casually drinking some blood as he watched the TV.

'Johnny!'

'Oh, you're back. Where were you?'

'I followed your advice and went to visit Chenle!'

Johnny choked on his drink and started coughing, covering his mouth not to spit the blood and dirty everything.

'You what?!'

'Johnny, are you fucking dumb?! You told Jisung to go back to the human?!' Mark appeared out of nowhere, he was upside down, legs holding him to the lamp that was hanging from the ceiling. His face was in between Jisung and Johnny's, and he was ready to slap both of them. Johnny for giving a stupid idea and Jisung for following that stupid idea. 'For fuck's sake, dude. Did you NOT understand anything or..?'

'No! I mean yes! I understand everything-'

'Then why did you-'

'I never told him to go to Chenle!' Johnny defended himself. 'That's not what I meant when I said 'give in to your cravings', he completely misunderstood everything! I meant like, I don't know, drinking some blood or having fun punching walls like he does when he's frustrated!'

'How do you know that?!'

'Jaemin told us he caught you destroying walls as a response for a heartbreak.'

Mark jumped off the lamp and landed in between the two discussing vampires.

'Okay, okay. So let's get this straight. Johnny told Jisung to chill and the only way Jisung could think of to do that was visit the human that created all the problems that frustrated him? Honestly, I don't know which one of you guys is the geniusest. But anyways, what happened with that human. Do we have to save your ass again or is he dead already?'

'He's alive! And no, you don't need to save my ass again.' Jisung got up from the couch and stormed out of the house, not in the mood for an interrogation.

'Hey, but at least tell us what happened! Did you two fight? Or did you fuck? Just tell us, Jisung!' Mark yelled. However, Jisung completely ignored him and left the house.