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19. My Brothers

Jungkook

| flashback |

1943

I am supposed to be dead. But I'm not. Everyday I looked at myself in there mirror and pretend that I see myself there. I forgot how I looked when I can't see my reflection anymore. Every time I do, this is make me realize I'm not the same anymore.

What's the point of living in a majestic castle if I'm no longer human. I'm just a ruthless bloodsucking monster. Every night go in search of prey, kill innocent people just to survive. And disappeared during the day as if we never existed.

It's hard to accept. Also hard to control the hunger in me. I want to distract myself from it. Not drinking human blood will be a therapy for me, it helped to make me feel less monstrous. So start to draw, pouring my heart out into an empty canvas. Let myself starve. My brothers who took me into this house found my miserable form lying on the floor in my room with the half opened windows at dawn. If they are late, I'll probably be burned by a sunrise through it.

We are weak when we are hungry, human blood make us strong. But I'd rather be a assassin or spy that have a purpose to kill people that labelled as my enemy. But is just that, when I'm done with my mission, then which mean I'm done, not continuously killing others for the sake of my stomach.

"Jungkook?"

I look up from the canvas and seeing him walk into my room. I put down my brush and standing up.

His gorgeous smile appear in his face. Wearing his black cape make him more handsome than he already is.

There's a moment when I see him, I wanted to kill him because of what he did to me. But I can't lie that he's also helping me at some point, he and his two older brothers. We live in a castle together in a city of Paris. We formed a community for fundraisers and charity. At this time many of the nobles family came to us.they using this opportunity to widening his kind. Promising immortality in a high prize.

"What are you painting?"

He ask, examining my works. In a few years I have been occupied with art school, he agree to let me have my education properly in a modern era. In return, I learnt so many things from it.

"My parents, I remember that I don't have their portraits so I made one." I clean my hands with napkin and put it back on the table. He look at me.

"You're gifted, Jungkook, I can see it." He compliment and I blush shyly.

"How did go with your school? Is anyone bothering you?" I chuckles.

"I'm not a kid anymore, hyung."

"You remember the rules, right? If I tell you not to do, you don't do it." He hold my shoulder and stare deep into my eyes. This giving me a mental slap, that I can never broke the rules he made.

"I know, I always obeyed."

"You know how to prevent if it's out of control?"

I sigh, looking away from him and grab my water bottle to drink water. It tasted weird, like I was eating wind, tasteless and all, but it's just water and I'm getting use to this.

"What are you doing?" He ask and already stand in front of me when I lowered my bottle.

"I'm drinking."

"Don't make a joke, Jungkook, that's not how it works."

"I'm tired of it, hyung, I don't want to take anymore life,"

"There's always an alternative. The hospital will provide them for us, now go back to your sense and put that away."

"I started to like it, hyung, you said you'll let me do whatever I want." I look away, not mean to start a fight, I know he would understand my reluctant because I never like what I have become now.