Eternal Love

Promise

June 6th, 2019

There's a dull pain, a throbbing sensation.

It aches.

Voices are murmuring in the distance.

Though it's unclear, he can feel it. The steady thrumming of a pulse.

Rapidly it increases.

Come to me, he wants to say yet his voice is lost. Did he know how to speak?

The voices are closer now, louder.

"-like this?" he hears a woman say.

Where am I? he wants to ask, yet the burning in his throat is too painful to utter even a sound.

All too sudden, there's a scream, one that pierces his ears. Too loud.

"He looks alive!" the woman yells, why is she yelling?

Something is prodding at him, something warm, something soft.

Skin, he thinks as his mind flashes back to her.

Her beautiful face, her pretty smile, her skin under the moonlight in those woods all those years ago. Her smile, a wicked grin in his last moments. His heartaches, eyes burning with tears he can't shed.

"There's a faint pulse!" the voice yells.

"Quick call for help" another one urges.

"How the fuck is he still aliv- shit! your nose is bleeding be careful!"

The scent overwhelms him, his entire body trembles from the desperation for just a single taste.

"It must be the pressure down here, who did this to him?" There's a tone of incredulity in the voice.

"Fuck I think you bled on him gross"

"Shit! get me a napkin" the woman curses.

crimson, sweet, metallic blood.

There's a burning sensation crawling up his throat, it's unbearable.

He can feel it, the drop of blood, warm against his skin.

Shivering violently he ignores the voice's exclamations of surprise as he struggles to open his eyes.

The lights from above are blinding, he hisses in pain blinking rapidly to clear out the fogginess.

"S-sir are you okay!?" The woman half yells.

He wants to speak but finds his voice gone, hacking a cough violently he nods.

Attempting to opening his eyes once more he's met with the familiar sight of his family crypt. Except it's covered in centuries of cobwebs and dust. He can taste the stale air floating around.

A woman's face covers his view, she has black hair and brown eyes. She's saying something but he can no longer hear her, the scent of her blood is overwhelming. He needs it.

He tries to speak, successfully getting out a mere sound but she can't understand.
"What?" She says a bit too loud, why are humans so loud?
She leans in closer, angling her ear to his lips. Her scent is intoxicating, and with as much strength as he can gather he lifts his hands and tugs her down.

She doesn't seem to process this until his teeth are messily sunken into her neck causing blood to splatter everywhere.

He's never this messy but desperate time's called for desperate measures.

The moment she begins to thrash violently he sinks his nails into her scalp and grabs a fist full of her hair holding her in place. It's difficult at first, she's surprisingly strong but he manages to gain the upper hand effectively snapping her neck.

Her body falls limp hanging out of the casket and he wants to roll his eyes at Taehyung's choice of a casket. Seriously he'd think the other knew him better than to choose such a tacky style.

His strength is slowly coming back and he's able to lift himself out of the coffin before toppling over and landing on top of the drained body.

Groaning in annoyance he shoves her aside and pushes himself up just in time to see another person whom he assumed was the second voice heard rush in with a box of tissues.

The man freezes, eyes going comically wide as he notices the woman's body. Gawking he falls back in shock pointing accusingly at him.

"Wh-what are you!!?"

Tilting his head at the cowering human he clicks his tongue "how rude".

The man doesn't have a chance to respond as he's dead in a matter of seconds.

Swiping at his lips he trudges up the cobblestone stairs swaying unbalanced.

The fresh air above hits him and the first thing he registers is a pain in his lower gut as he falls to his knees retching and puking up all of the blood.

His head is aching and he feels like shit yet he can't help the laugh that bubbles out of his throat.

Hysterical, manically, a loud harsh sound that makes his throat feel as though it's been scraped raw.

Falling onto his back he vibrates with giggles, staring up at the place he once called home.

The place he once held those dearest to him.

The ceiling, or what remained of it seeing as there was a gaping hole in it most likely due to erosion exposing the sky, moves as dizziness settles in and he has to still himself, taking deep breaths as he covers his eyes with the back of his hand shielding his sight from the blinding sunlight above. Its warmth radiates through his palm.

Beneath him, the grass that had overgrown and overtaken the walls and floors of the castle, tickle his back and bare feet.

Slowly, warmth blooms along the back of his hand, something wet slides down the sides of his face. His chest is constricted again, his throat burns as a sob wracks through him.

The emptiness is painful.

His sobs turn to screams, shouts of pure agony as his voice echoes about in the abandoned castle.

And despite it all,

Despite the pain, the heartbreak, the anger,

All he thinks of is her soft, warm eyes glittering under the glowing moonlight.

🌙

"Taehyung you fool, what have you done?" He mumbles staring down at the eroded bones that lay upon the bed.

Of course, she had killed him, she never loved Jimin so why would she ever think of Taehyung any differently.

He reaches down and places his hand upon one of the delicate bones and sighs, a stinging in his eyes as memories of his beloved cousin played out in his head.

Sighing deeply he blinks away the forming tears, "I forgive you".

Bowing his head for a brief moment of silence he turns away swiftly not once looking back as he leaves the castle behind.