"Fucking hell.. " Jungkook groaned as the sweet taste of fresh warm blood ran down his throat calming down his thirst and hunger.
His victim, a man in his mid 20's, had passed out minutes ago from excessive blood loss the monster biting and aggressively sucking on his neck caused.
Jungkook felt the skin of his kill turn ice cold, just like his, and let out a dry laugh as he detached himself away from the dead body after wiping the blood around his mouth with the back of his big hand and licked it clean.
"Bastard." He dropped down the corpse and spat on it with a disgusted look on his face.
That dick deserved it.
He truly did. The man was a rapist and a pedophile that had assaulted many women and children in his short life.
Jungkook just made sure that he'd never commit such disgusting crimes again in his own way.
He adjusted his leather jacket and threw a last nasty kick on the dead criminal's face breaking his nose before casually walking away from the dark empty street of Brooklyn.
New York City or else known as Jeon Jungkook's paradise. America, a country with so much population equals many criminals a.k.a Jungkook's targets.
Some centuries back Jungkook didn't look much into who to drink from. He just went for it. Woman or man, it didn't matter blood is blood.
Now he has been mostly focussing on feeding on people who don't deserve to live another day. Bad people.
He may also be considered bad but it wasn't his choice to become a monster. A mythical creature only found in books and movies. He didn't even know such things existed in the first place.
Vampires and many more supernatural beings that live secretly among humans.
The scary thing is that they blend in so well with the crowd and look like every other normal person.
They are everywhere. Europe, America, Asia, Africa, Australia. All around the freaking world without a single mortal aware of their existence.
Evil, most of them are ruthless and show no mercy even to their own kind. Can you blame them though?
They don't live. They are just... Walking dead. All of them.
No family, no friends nothing. They're dead.
Imagine being alone for years and years more that a life time with all your loved ones long gone. If Jungkook could turn back time he'd do everything he could to stay a mortal.
He could have married a nice beautiful woman, have kids then grandkids, grow old with his woman and die happy moving up to heaven with her by his side.
Stupid, stupid dream.
People are scared of death yet Jungkook is jealous of their vulnerability of possibly dying the next day.
Every day that passes by, humans grow. Age lines slowly form on their faces showing their maturity and experiences.
While there he is experiencing nothing. It's just a routine, just breathe and kill.
The man can't even sleep and mortal Jungkook loved to sleep in his small bed and getting scolded by his mother for being too lazy at such a young age.
Oh, mother...
Jungkook hanged his head low and stood still in the middle of the road simply staring down at his feet.
There hasn't been a single day he didn't think about his mother. The soft and loving feeling he got whenever he looked into her black eyes is unforgettable. A good old memory he'll cherish forever. Literally forever.
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FanfictionThe monsters were never under his bed. Because the monsters were always inside his head. He fears no monsters, for no monsters he sees . Because all the time the monster has been him. "You're a fucking monster, Jungkook!" Her yells echoed inside...