Pythia

Prologue

1 month before the start of term

"Are you kidding me?", Jungkook groaned annoyed and looked at the clawed hand pushed into his abdomen, the sharp pain only barely registering. A snarl pulled at his lips as he stared at the rabid ital who had dared to injure him.
Jungkook swiftly grabbed the ital's arm and pulled. Ripping the hand from his own flesh as his blood splattered on the lithic sarcophagus he was standing on. The coppery scent of the blood was overpowered by Jungkook's natural fragrance of bergamot and orange blossoms.
It would definitely take a feed to properly heal the wound.
For now he was somewhat satisfied with pulling the ital apart limb for limb and finally crushing his heart and ripping off his head.

A satisfied smirk on his lips showing off his sharp fangs as the ital turned to dust in his hands.

The alluring scent of soft cotton and heavy jasmine suddenly invaded his senses as a bleeding wrist was pushed into Jungkook's field of vision. He immediately latched his mouth to it, gentle lips touching soft skin tenderly, and sucked a few gulps of blood.
Cotton and sweetness exploding on his tongue as the thick, warm liquid ran down his throat. Jungkook couldn't quite stop the deep moan from rumbling in his chest. The gaping wound finally stopped to gush precious blood on the sarcophagus and ground as the impromptu feed healed the young vampire.

"Thank you, hyung", Jungkook grinned cockily as he looked at Jin when the older pulled his wrist away after Jungkook had nicked his own lips and spread his blood with a seductive lick across the bite to heal it.
"You have to be more careful, Kook-ah. Sometimes I think you get deliberately injured just so we feed you", Jin scolded just to turn around and engage in the fight once more.
Crimson gleaming whip flying around him in precise movements as he took down one ital after the other. Eyes burning just as crimson and lips pulled into half a scowl and half a smile. Fighting always disgusted and excited Jin in equal parts.
But when the Council had called upon their nest because a bunch of fanatics wanted to open the tomb of some or another ancient vampire, they had to obey. Because usually those vampires had been imprisoned for a good reason and it wouldn't bode well for anyone to free them.

"Where did these fucking cultists get so many ital from?!", Jimin shouted from where he crouched behind the sarcophagus in the middle of the tomb. He leaned to the side to leave the safety of his hiding spot and shot another round of wooden bullets straight into a few itals' hearts. Making them screech and turn to dust in seconds.
"Better yet, where are the cultists? All I see are ital!", Namjoon yelled back from where he stood in a corner of the tomb, twin guns raised in front of him as he, too, brought the Final Death to one feral vampire after the other.

"Left when we entered", replied Yoongi next to him. Namjoon's head shot around, crimson eyes wide in anger and shock.
"And you didn't think to mention that?! Or follow them?!", he reproached indignantly. But all he got was a nonchalant shrug from Yoongi before he blurred away to help out Taehyung with the ital swarming the younger vampire.
"We'll get them", Hoseok yelled without a doubt in his smooth voice as he blurred around the tomb in graceful movements, letting his sword dance along with his body as he killed with grace and ease.

And it was with ease that they defeated the masses of ital in the tomb. They all knew that the feral vampires had been a distraction.
"At least the vampire hasn't been freed", Jimin sighed as he leaned against the sealed sarcophagus and took in the scene around him. Blood and dust was splattered everywhere from the fight. He tilted his head slightly as he could still smell bergamot and orange blossoms in the tomb.