She's Mine || BTS x ATEEZ

Chapter 4

I didn't know where to go except back to the bedroom, but once in the room, I still felt too exposed. I run for the closet, diving into the darkest corner. I need space. I need somewhere hidden and quiet to calibrate my mind. It's weird. My mind feels quiet which scares me. I expected to feel like a hamster running on a wheel, but yet, quietness. Is this acceptance? But what am I even accepting? I am more confused now than ever before.

Vampires? Like Dracula? Like Edward Cullin? Did I fall into a YA romantasy novel? I thought the mafias died out in the 70's. Also, a companion? Am I a pet? Am I a girlfriend? What does this all mean? I bring my knees to my chest and bury my face in them, hiding behind a long puffer jacket.

I take this moment to listen. I close my eyes and stretch my hearing. Searching through the room and the halls. I hear the soft buzz of a ventilation system. Then, faintly, I hear the soft fall of shoes on marble, approaching the room. I listen as the door of the bedroom opens slowly and closes with a click. Feet walk over rugs and tile, till the closet door opens and closes. I wait to be pulled from my place in the corner, but nothing happens.

Me and the stranger sit in silence for a minute. I believe that this is a time of acclimation and composure. He moves first, approaching the corner slowly. I watch from around the puffer jacket as he lowers himself to the floor, sitting with crossed legs. He stares at the floor, fidgeting with his hands.

We sat in silence for what felt like forever, finally, I decided to make the first move. I pushed the jacket out of the way, revealing the tiny fortress I had built for myself, "Hi," I said weakly.

There are a few more moments of silence before he finally looks up, meeting my eyes. He looks the same as the night I let him in. His hair shields his pale face. His mouth is small with a thin upper lip sitting on top of a full bottom lip. He looks defeated, "I'm sorry," he says finally. He looks back down at the ground, "For everything." He puts his hand in his hair. It seems like a calming technique. He is eaten with tension and something like guilt.

"Can you explain to me a little more, about everything," I feel nervous, "I understand my title, but I guess I just don't understand the role I play."

"Umm, well first, I will not be calling you my lamb. I'm sick but not that sick," he smirks, but there seems to be some fighting in his head because he quickly hides his smile, "But the duties of a lamb are to simply be a food source." He looks down again.

Food source? I think back to dinner. The people in white with their wrists held out, ready to be fed on. I become cold. My heart races and my mind goes blank. "So," my voice is only a whisper, "you are going to drink my blood?"

He nods slowly. I freeze. Cold steel courses through me, and I begin to sweat. A cold stressful sweat that slides down my back. "Why?"

"It's all my fault," he says, "Like they said, I ran away. I was angry. I just had to get some air." He stops. I can see the battle behind his eyes, "I was going to kill you."

Frozen. I am frozen. Scared and trapped. A deer blinded by headlights. No sudden movements. "I was angry and hungry, and I smelled something delicious. I was almost uncontrollable, but you let me in. You looked so scared, but yet you still let me in. I saw your wall. I saw your humanity, and I just couldn't do it." He rubbed the palms of his hands over his eyes. "They were going to kill you, and I couldn't let that happen, so I claimed you as my lamb."

Everything washes over me in cold waves. 

I don't want this.

"Is there no going back?" I ask. He shakes his head, biting his lip nervously.

Okay

"What are the rules?" I ask.

"So as the owner of a lamb-"