First kill

Chapter 2

I was rushing around, drying my hair and getting ready. It was the first day of senior year.

What happened last night kept going through my mind. I clearly remember sleeping in his arms. Yet, when I woke up, I was in my bed, still in just a bathrobe but he was gone.

I was applying my lip gloss, when I stretched my arms a little.

"Ah! Shit!" I exclaimed, feeling pain near my hip.

I went over to the mirror and lifted the left of my tank top. My entire left hip was a bluish-purple. I hissed when I felt cold fingers coming in contact with the skin.

"That's definitely gonna leave a bruise" his deep voice said. I instantly turned around and glared at him.

"It's your fault it's there in the first place" I said crossing my hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's not my fault you humans are pathetic and can't take a little pain" he said with a poker face. My jaw instantly dropped. How dare he call me weak?!

"I'm sure I can handle pain better than you!" I snapped at him.

"Really? Let's see then" he said before putting his hand on the bruise and applying pressure on it.

"You idiot!" I yelled, tears threatening to spill. The pain was unbearable. It felt like a million needles were pricking me on the same place.

"Stop it! Yeonjun! Stop!" I cried out, tears already streaming down my face.

A tear landed on his hand. Only then did he realize what he was doing. His face softened as he quickly withdrew his hand from my hip. I slid down, back against the mirror, holding my hip and groaning in pain.

He crouched down next to me and tried to move my hand. When I didn't budge, he pulled my chin making me look straight into his eyes. They weren't the dark brown I saw yesterday. They were black. Completely black.

My shoulders dropped as I stared into his eyes.

"Show me" he demanded.

As if under his control, which I probably was, I removed my hand from my hip. Next, I quickly removed my tank top leaving me in my sports bra. He bent down bringing his face dangerously close to my crotch. His lips found its way to the bruise and gently sucked on it.

After placing one last kiss on my hip, he pulled away giving me his hand and helping me stand up. I leaned back, putting all my body weight on the mirror.

"It won't leave a bruise now" he said softly, holding my hip, while caressing the bruise that was now healing.

I tilted my head to the side. How could a person go from being a complete monster to a soft angel in just a minute?

Holding my face in his hands, he wiped my tears before placing a kiss on my head.

"I'll be waiting outside. I'm coming to school with you" he whispered. My head quickly shot up.

"You can't come with me! Why would you?!" I panicked.

"You are my first kill remember? I'm basically like your bodyguard until you die. I'll be everywhere you go" he said chuckling.

"But.... how can you come to school with me?" I asked.

"Your in senior year, right? I'm 20. It's my last year in college" he explained.

"Now wear your top. We're gonna be late for our first day".