Eternal Love

Run

Misfortune had a way of following her.

Like shadows lingering behind you, waiting silently to be known.

Like that unfortunate night, she had stumbled upon that monster in those woods all those decades ago. 

And even now, centuries into the future, where life had felt so good that she had expected it to be a dream all along and one day she'd wake up and find herself staring into golden honey irises, watching her with that suffocating look of desire.

Except that those eyes are colored crimson, dark slits fervently devouring her where she stood frozen. 

His eyes are dull, lifeless, cold.

His body hangs limp in the arms of the other, his skin is sickly pale and he gapes painfully.

Before her, resembling a scene in one of those horror films she enjoyed so much, was Namjoon, half drained and weakened in the arms of Jimin. His head is buried in the other's neck and all she can do is watch, fear churning in her gut.

Park Jimin, the man who had taken her life and kept her like a prized possession, the man who she had buried in that crypt centuries ago, now stood in front of her.

The scent of Namjoon's blood is so intoxicating she can almost taste it.

Her heart sinks the moment Namjoon spots her, weakly stretching a hand out to her. This snaps her from her daze as she rushes forward screaming in fear. She vaguely registers the tears that have slid past her eyes.

Slamming into them they topple to the floor where she's quick to grab Namjoon and haul his body away from Jimin who merely chuckles as he wipes his lips.

"Ye Rin" comes his soft voice, that horrid tone of longing clinging to each syllable of her name.

"I've missed you" he smiles, leaning back on his hands.

The sight of him before her terrifies her to the point where she can only stare in horror.

Namjoon is breathing heavily as he lies against her lap.

"What have you done!?" she screams as a sob rips through her throat. Jimin merely frowns mockingly as he tilts his head.

"What do you mean Rin-ah? I was merely having a meal, you know, like old times?" he smiles wickedly.

Like old times she thinks as flashes of his blood-stained parties play out before her eyes. The bodies, the blood, the drunken daze of a blood-induced high.

"Why are you here?" she asks voice low, hand gripping Namjoon's shirt so tightly her knuckles turn white.

"You mean how did I escape? Honestly Rin-ah, how could you do that to me, I was so hurt" he grabs at his chest playfully.

"Shut the fuck up!!" she screams feeling her head throb. Below her Namjoon's breath was becoming short and labored as he reaches a hand up panicked and grabs her.

Tears are pooling down her face as she takes a hold of his hand, "you'll be f-fine, I'm here n-now. You'll be okay!" she half screams. There's a resigned look in his eyes and she shakes her head stubbornly, "don't look at me like that, please! we'll get you to a hospital and you'll be okay!!".

Jimin scoffs in annoyance as he stands, dusting his pants, and leans against one of the stock shelves.

"Do you really think that he still loves you now that he knows what you truly are? Humans are weak, frail little beings that flit about like butterflies locked in a cage that is their own mortality. We are superior, immortal beings, what could that human give you that I can't? Surely not all of eternity" he grins wickedly.