Seperate bounds || Minsung

13. Dimmed Lighting

A/N Warning: There's depictions of violence and blood in this chapter
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Under the dim lighting, all you could see in the bare room was a stool, a rope and a seemingly new vampire being held up in place. Judging by his rough complexion, his teeth baring out in eagerness, a hunger for blood having been deprived of it, his ruined clothes and ruffled hair, he was obviously a vampire. Thankfully though that he was one in the first place, if he was still human he may not be surviving the process he was currently undergoing.

That being, he was only recently turned since a month ago. And here he thought it would finally give him the freedom he so wished for. The freedom of not being human. Of not being treated like trash. Like nothing. Like a disgrace. Like something special. Respected. A unholy being treated as better than what he once was. A mere human servant. Yet here he was, been hung up for a month derived of blood for a whole month. This time as a mere half blood servant. Or hostage until he complies.

Normally, vampires adapted well enough would have no problem, even if they do like feeding every so often. Considering he was newly reborn, he was still adjusting to the new life. Therefore this was complete torture for him. A torturous process so immense he couldn't handle it. And he hated it, yet there wasn't much he could do. It was either stay like this and die, or tell the truth and equally risk death.

He would usually easily comply, but considering where he came from, if he spilled any secrets, they'd come for him. His old master may have been killed, but she had accomplaces. She had friends. And they would murder him. No matter if he now served someone higher, they would still take the risk to do so. They were deadly beings. All vampires were, so trusting anyone was a plan set for destruction. Let alone these people his old master knew. They were something unimaginable.

He huffed as the doors opened, revealing the same blonde pureblood who'd once turned him for his own desires a month ago, with another two vampire servants and a human, supposedly out of her will as well. One of the vampire servants looked at him with distain and disgust as they walked in, clearly expressing how wrong of choice he'd made. Who wouldn't? Choosing to disobey a pureblood of all people? It was an incredibly wrong move, no matter how nice they may be.

The pureblood darkly chuckled at the sight as he took a nearby chair and sat in front of the other who was hung up. "Let me ask you again" he spat in a calm manner "Where did Leonora hide them?". His question was a simple one. One which could be easily answered if the half blood wasn't so insistent on keeping quiet. Which is what confused the pureblood, the other had no reason to be silent.

"Do you want this to be a repeat of yesterday?" The pureblood asked getting up and gently placing his hand on the half blood's cheek and slowly moving it down to his throat. "You're lucky i'm being nice to you since you were recently turned. But if you keep this up i'll have to show you no remorse." He added kicking the half blood in the stomach so hard the rope cut off, making the half blood fly and crash against the firm wall meters behind him as he winched in pain.

The half blood groaned as he tried to get up with his hands and legs still being tied. But to no avail as he watched the pureblood walk up to him with a grim expression on his face. Normally he'd have a calm demeanour when he attacked or killed, to hide his true feelings. But when he was mad, he was really mad. He'd clearly show a grim expression and attack with all his might to release the upsetting feeling. His veins show more evidently in his hands and neck. His glaring eyes. Those very eyes of his could murder in minutes if they could. The half blood looked completely immeasureable compared to the pureblood now in front of him as he crouched down to the other still glaring.

For a while the air was still and silent. No movement from any of them. The only thing heard was the breathes from the surround people.

The pureblood started laughing like a maniac. A menacing smile you'd think he'd gone crazy. His laugh echoed the room and made him seem like a mad man. Like someone who wasn't ordinary. Not that he even was.