Depraved

These Final Moments

The floor might as well have fallen out from beneath his feet. He turned in a slow circle, already knowing what he would find. That voice couldn't be copied. It was one of a kind.

"Chanyeol." He felt drained suddenly. As if all the energy was being sucked out of him.

"My lovely little Mouse." he chuckled, the sound heavy and dark.

Minho's entire body went numb. "You... why are you-"

"I won't hurt you right now, so don't scream." It was a promise within a promise. Don't scream or I WILL hurt you. Don't scream or I'll kill everyone and everything you've ever loved.

He couldn't have anyway. Weakly, Minho stared past him to the others as they wandered within sight through breaks in the trees. They weren't too far away. Though, with the taller between them, they seemed much further. He eyed his lengthy form, the long, dreadful shadow he threw on the ground. That was where he'd lived for so long. Within that unmatchable darkness.

"How easy they make it."

Minho forced himself to look right at him, flinching as the vampire's eyes locked onto his own. He wanted to shut them tightly and protect himself, but he knew the fear would only amplify.

"Leaving you unprotected? It's overconfident and foolish. I could steal you away right now. There's a car about a mile and half from here, a driver waiting. I could have you back in my hands TONIGHT and they probably wouldn't notice until it was too late. They wouldn't have any proof either. Nothing but steps in the snow."

He felt detached from himself, foreign and raw. The way a person might feel while watching a video of someone that looks exactly like themselves being brutally murdered.

"Or I could keep you quiet. Fuck you open on the ground. Turn you, before anyone can stop me- right before you die. It won't matter if I rip your tongue out- when you turn, it all comes back. Isn't that nice? Like a little reset button."

Everything flickered and brightened. Adrenaline washed through his core. There was something that he was supposed to do but he couldn't remember what it was.

"How wonderful a sound that would be. You, choking on your own blood. Like the beauty of a full orchestra. But if I so much as TOUCH you, I'll have my ridiculous sentence doubled. 600 years. Can you imagine? For a pathetic human. For YOU."

The rage was palpable. Minho whimpered, despite his iron resolve. It was engrained in his body- in his mind. To fear him. To appease.

"So. I won't take you now, but I'll be here. Waiting for my chance. In a short 300 years there will be nothing to stop me."

Another promise. One that made every hair on his body stand on end. A sickening flush of goosebumps ran over his skin. "You'll..." his mouth opened and closed. What was he meant to do? There wasn't anything to say back. Instead of coming up with a reply he just repeated it. "You'll be waiting...?"

"Yes. Always. Forever. I WILL have you again. One day. There is nothing that is more certain. I made you, remember? I found you. I own you. Your body. Your soul. You were built for MY pleasure NOT theirs. And believe me, I'll see everything you let them do to you. Might want to keep it in mind." Some of that tense jealousy was tainting his voice. Poisoning the air.

Minho thought of Changbin's warm hands sliding over him- Innie's hot breath in his ear- Jisung's hand wrapped around his length as the sun came up. Not to mention what he'd done with the vampires. Having sex with three of them? Master would be so angry-

"Are you just now realizing how much trouble you're going to be in?" Chanyeol hadn't moved, but the wind rustled his coat, and that was enough to get Minho shrinking back in terror. "Do you even understand how many times I'm going to have to break you for this?"