NEPHILIM | CTHULHU

TRAITOR! | 4

    Training was grueling, painful, humiliating at times too. They wouldn’t let me eat, wouldn’t let me sleep, wouldn’t even let me bathe. I smelled, my entire body hurt, my hair even hurt. I screamed in frustration as Jungkook’s hand wound into my hair and yanked me down by it, landing a powerful punch to my face. I broke his hold and regained my stance. "Never turn your back on your enemy," Jungkook said. I planted my feet on the ground and flicked my wrist, my whip went flying, wrapping around his neck and electrocuting him. I yanked him forward into my waiting grasp, taking his shoulders, leaping upwards onto his shoulders and jumping even farther above him. Twisting and flipping in the air like Jimin taught me. My snake whip curled around my arm, waiting for my next strike. Take a deep breath. I inhaled. Lock your arms. I aimed for Jungkook’s spine. Use the force and stab down. I plunged the sharp back of my whip handle into Jungkook’s back. He yelled in agony. I landed on the balls of my feet, absorbing the shock in my ankles, feet on either side of his torso. "I yield! I yield!" Jungkook shouted. 

    I grinned wickedly and stepped over him, kneeling down, and letting him roll over. I messed around in his pockets until I found his stele in his inner jacket pocket. I then lifted his shirt and ignored the other cuts, stabs, and bruises caused by my hands. He made a pitiful noise when the stele irritated a wound while I activated his healing rune. His wounds closed and healed in front of my eyes. Leaving thin scars that were barely even noticeable to the naked eye. I then lifted my own shirt and activated my own healing rune. Sighing when the pain eased out of me. 

    I then laid next to Jungkook, looking up at the dome above us, invisible to my eyes, letting a weak mist drift through with the wind. The trees swayed, dropping ice bits from last night’s freezing rain down onto us. I savored the shit out of the moment, finally being able to lay down and rest. With sleep deprivation and hunger ripping through me, I could fall asleep like this and sleep like a newborn baby. Jungkook had other plans, because he got up and kicked my side playfully. "Get up, we’ve got more training to do," He said. I groaned, closing my eyes. "Five more minutes," I whined. Jungkook sighed. "Look sweetness, as much as I want you to rest, we have more training to do. Only two days left," He said, voice full of emotion. "Let me rest those two days," I pleaded. "I can’t, Namjoon’s orders," Jungkook said. I groaned and got to my feet. "Ya’know, as much as you look like the type of guy to disobey rules, you sure are a pair of goodie-two-shoes," I huffed, putting my fists up. "Don’t be prude Nyx," Jungkook scolded. "I’m just saying! You’re quite straight laced for some guy in leather, especially a vampire," I teased. It seemed to hit a nerve, because Jungkook threw the hardest punch of the night, and it landed right between my eyes.

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We continued to spar till ungodly hours of the night. My body was starting to fail me, my breaths growing more frantic and shallow by the minute. I was still able to keep up with Jungkook, but my moves were becoming sloppy from fatigue. I refused to surrender though, not until I had one more victory under my belt.  “Don’t tell me you’re starting to quit on me. We’ve barely even started,” Jungkook jests, almost landing a roundhouse kick to my jaw. I leaped back to put some distance between us. “As if I’d ever let you win,” I laughed between heaving breaths, still recovering from his last attack. “If you’re talking this much, then you’re not focused.” Jungkook warns. “I could say the same for you,” I quipped before brandishing my whip and charging toward him full force. Jungkook seemed to predict my movements, assuming a wide stance to stop my attack. I grinned like a fool when I saw that he fell for my diversion. I slid between his agape legs, kicking up dirt and rocks. I then launched my whip at the back of his neck with an underhanded flick. I yanked him backwards toward me before landing a fatal blow to his lower back. He stumbled forwards onto his knees and flopped onto his stomach, gasping for breath. The wind was knocked out of his lungs.