Blood of Mine || Jaemin

Chapter Three: Do You Want to Start a War?

Nara tends to have this issue where she forgets that she, in fact, is not invincible.

She can't help it—once she engages in the fight, in life or death, she forgets everything other than her instincts. She is no one but a masked killer bringing justice to light. What happens to her does not matter as long as she strikes the final blow.

So as she staggers away from the crime scene she just left behind, she fails to realize her staggered breaths and bleeding shoulder until she raises it to try and scale the abandoned church building to try and gain some high ground in case the coven comes after her, and it sears in excruciating pain.

She hisses and cradles her shoulder, eyes scanning every dark corner for any threats before staring at her shaking hand, covered in her own blood.

"Shit," she mumbles.

Her head is pounding, and her eyesight is growing bleary. There's no way she'll be able to make it home before she inevitably passes out, and she does not want to be caught unconscious in Mors territory. Especially with the target she just put on her back after her newest conquest.

Was it worth it? The kill? The rush of it all? Was it what you craved?

She pants, fluttering her eyes as she leans against the wall. Her hand shakes as she attempts to carry her weight, and she furrows her brows in confusion. Her mind is blank, and she can't seem to think. Her right arm is bloody and immovable, and her entire body feels weak and feverish, She takes a few deep breaths before stumbling to pull her phone out of her bandolier.

It shakes in her hand as she dials a number she knows by heart.

On the first ring, it picks up. A tired voice croaks, "Nara?" Then, shuffling, as if they just rose from the bed and sat up straight. Their voice comes out clearer now, laced with concern. "Are you okay?"

It's silent for a split moment, and Nara winces before panting, "Yes."

More shuffling. "Shit. Stay right where you are. Send your location. I'll be right there."

She nods slowly, feeling the world spin with every shake of her head. "Okay." She whispers.

"Nara?"

"Yeah?"

"You're an asshole."

Then the line ends.

*******

Nara wakes to the voice of an angel.

A very, very mad angel.

They're slapping her cheeks. Not enough to hurt, but enough to send a sharp pinch through her face that forces her to open her eyes wearily. She sighs as she looks up; the twilight sky is in enchanted with different shades of pink and gold, the sun slowly peaking over the horizon and through the many gothic-style buildings and peaked arches.

It was dark when she first closed her eyes. Her mouth is agape, and she can barely manage to mumble, "How long have I been out?"

"For too long," the voice says, and she blinks slowly before turning her head to face them. The action hurts more than it should; her neck feels stiff and sore. She's sitting half up against the dirty brick wall a few streets over from where she initially got stabbed and then brutally murdered three vampires.

She feels pride prick at her skin but forces it down. Now is definitely not the time to brag to Donghyuck about her successes, especially when she's bleeding out in a dark alleyway.

Instead, she reaches out with her good arm and searches for his hand. His expression is full of concern and slight annoyance (because he will be annoyed with Nara no matter what she does--like an older brother eternally done with his little sisters' antics. He knows her too well to know that her intentions will never be good) but he accepts her hand and locks their fingers together, squeezing it reassuringly.