Blood of Mine || Jaemin

Chapter One: Angel of Death

The sun was beginning the set when Nara clocked into work.

The normally grey sky was cast in a glittering array of soft oranges and light pinks. It cascaded throughout the sky, painting the glum city in abnormal pastels. Unfortunate that it did not suit the city.

Nara pauses, staring up at the sky. Despite the beauty, she found it all a little bittersweet, because once the sun sets, hell will raise.

The moon was beginning to rise as was her thirst for blood. Her crimson dagger felt heavy in its garnet across her hip, and her gloved hands patted it reassuringly. She looked down from her perched spot on the roof. Her free hand held onto the fleche of the gothic church as she leaned forward slightly, having much to experience being above ground. Hawk-like eyes scanned the dark, narrow alleyway from afar. Her eyes narrow as she locates the target easily attempting to slip into the shadows.

Not on my watch, you don't. She tilts her head, like a predator sizing up their prey before pulling the satin white mask above her nose, covering half of her face so that her victims could only see her eyes filled with murderous intent as she took their last breath.

With a determined huff, she slips down from the abandoned church building with ease. Effortlessly and silently she lands on the floor with way too much practice. Her feet padded against the cracked, uneven sidewalk soundlessly as she trailed the tall young man. His back was broad and covered in the finest silk suit that could be found in this city--no doubt born from the royal bloodline; the Mors coven.

Her heart raced with excitement and adrenaline as her hand clenched the hilt of her dagger, still resting against her hip. She moved to a hidden, shadowed corner of the alleyway. The man was accompanied by two others. Servants, she assumed, which would be easy enough to take out. With the skill and strength Nara has attained over the years, no vampire was really a threat to her. Except for the royal bloodline. Bred from the purest blood, they were undoubtedly the strongest creatures she had ever come across.

The girl could actually have respect for their natural strength and ability, only if they weren't such vile, distasteful monsters.

Nara hated vampires, if that wasn't obvious enough.

The vampire exited from one of the back doors. He tightened the red silk of his tie around his neck as a blush covered his cheeks. She wasn't sure what exactly a royal vampire had any business doing in this part of town. Sure, they had rule over the entire city but the Mors were only known to frequent their own establishments. They were rarely seen, but any spottings were normally spotted in their own clubs or manors. What a royal was doing in a residential backside alley, she had no clue.

Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the dark neighborhood. She's been here before; its grey, lifeless brick lodge sparked a memory deep in her brain. This is Chenle's neighborhood, she thought to herself. A surge of protectiveness rushed through her blood as she stalked the royal walking down the aisle without a single ounce of guilt on his pretty face; as if he wasn't living scum. She forced herself to take a silent, deep breath, forcing her pulse to slow down as he neared closer.

They passed her before pausing under a flickering lamplight. The royal's tongue darted out, licking leftover blood from his lips before tilting his head.

"Someone's here."

Nara took that as her cue to finish this. She darted out from the shadows and unsheathed her dagger. The two servants startled and turned to face her, brows furrowed and red eyes filled with hatred. Nara scoffed, returning the look before rushing towards them. She darted from side to side--using her small form to her advantage and dodging all of their attacks. The servants hissed in dissatisfaction as their swipes narrowly missed her and began closing in on her quickly.