too sweet, too evil

Thirst

It had been days before he was able to open his eyes again. He saw glimpses of the light coming and going. His hands were still swollen and throbbing but the wounds had scabbed over.

After a while, the days started to blur together.

The first couple of days he refused to eat. He wanted the fruit to rot where the vampire left it, it laid there on the floor dried and shriveled up. It wouldn't do much for him anyway. Yoongi assumes it has something to do with his blood because it wouldn't provide him with much nutrition.

He's been staying under the bed, only leaving to stretch out for a couple of hours every day, he's been pissing in some obnoxiously expensive-looking vase in the corner of the room.

His energy depleted faster than he thought. Eventually, he wasn't able to get up. His lips were cracked and dry from the dehydration. He was going in and out of consciousness. He tried his best to fight it but it was of no use.

Was he really going to die this way?

He needed protein, water... god what he wouldn't do for some water.

He didn't want to eat out of spite, he thought if he didn't eat the vampires wouldn't be able to drink from him. Maybe starving to death was the better choice than whatever fate the vampires had in store for him.

After the vampire's last visit not much happened. Actually, nothing happened.

He gazed from his spot under the bed, it must have been some time during the day because the patches of light peaked through the curtains.

Yoongi weighed his options, but his stomach hurt and his head split from hunger so badly sleeping wasn't possible anymore. What a terrible slow death awaited him, it would be on his own terms but he would be weak and unable to fight. What if an opportunity presented himself and he wasn't able to follow through because of it?

He reached for the nearby strawberry, unable to resist any longer, he decided he'll take his chances. What annoyed him was the lack of actual food, just fruits, and chocolate.

He ate whatever he could reach without moving from under the bed.

There wasn't much juice left from them sitting there for however long he was in and out for but it'll do for now, until he could get water.

Some days passed before He heard the creak of the door opening again, but he couldn't hold his eyes open to see.

The floorboards vibrated with each step warning him someone was coming. Still, he couldn't fight it, the exhaustion was too much. He was so tired, so thirsty.

       "There- he's under the bed." he heard the vampire's voice, the one from earlier but this time he was with someone else.

       "How long-" he was trying to focus on what they were saying but everything was distorted he wasn't able to focus.

        "Smells-blood-"

The chain was picked up, and slowly by the collar, he was dragged from under the bed. He couldn't even put up a fight, Just like he had feared he was too weak.

Everything went bright like someone had turned on the lights. His ears rang, and when he opened his eyes two people were standing over him.

       "There you are." The vampire said sweetly in contrast to the wicked grin on his face.

The vampire was tempering with the metal plate in the wall. Pushing it in until it clicked, the small door swung open revealing a latch and a small keyhole.