Hunters of the Night

Chapter 6

The sun had set. Finally the time was here. It had been a close call when to headlights approached through the woods, but this particular car had turned right just before they could've spotted the place where the boy had fallen to the ground.

Even though this had been something Jungkook had done over the past decades, there was always a little whisper in the back of his mind telling him to be more humane when it came to his killings.

As he slowly made his way over to where the boy lay, thoughts about this entered his mind again. Unlike Jin, Jungkook hadn't been able to fully dismiss those thoughts. "You're holding on to your humanity," Jin had told him once. "If you don't stop that, it will only hurt you in the end."

Jin was right of course. He wasn't human anymore. He didn't need to be humane when it came to his killings. It was part of who he was now. To stay alive, he needed to kill.

You didn't see lions humanely kill their prey. Or sharks. They ripped their prey to pieces – while they were still alive. Granted, Jungkook never felt the need to rip anything, must less a living, breathing thing, but he did find it hard to control his emotions whenever his prey was getting away from him.

Like the boy who couldn't speak. The boy who almost succeeded in getting away.

And it wasn't just the getting away part that irritated him. Jungkook had to remember that him getting away could result in a lot of police scouring the woods to find the perpetrator, aka him.

Killing their prey was a matter of self-preservation. It had to be done.

With one go, Jungkook pulled the boy up by his collar. He moaned softly, opening his eyes to look at him. His body was trembling.

Jungkook sighed. "Why would you make this so hard on yourself?" he muttered. "This could've been over hours ago, if you hadn't decided to run away."

The boy shook his head, trying to tell him something. But there were no words coming from his lips other than faint sighs and deep moans.

For a split second, Jungkook wondered what it would be like to turn him. He'd never done that before, but seeing the boy's pleading looks, his will to survive, made him remember his own past.

What had been the reason for the red-haired guy to not kill him but turn him into one like him?

Jungkook inhaled sharply, pushing the thought away.

He'd made a deal with himself a long time ago that he would never put someone else in that same position. There was no need to turn anyone into a hunter, like him. This life wasn't anything he would gift another. It was a hard life, and not everyone could handle it.

"I'll make it quick," he whispered as he pushed the boy's face to the side, and bit into his neck. His fighting stopped and his body became limp.

Jungkook watched as the life slowly faded from his eyes. It was a sign of surrender, of knowing it was no use to hang onto a life that was about to end. His eyes became empty as he accepted his fate.

Jungkook swallowed hard, realizing his blood didn't taste as well as he'd hoped.

He stopped draining him, watching the little muscle movements in the boy's face and hands. He laid the boy, who was on the edge of death, down on the ground and took a moment to consider what to do. He couldn't just leave him here. But draining him more, to the point of actual death, made Jungkook feel nauseous.

He placed his hands on the boy's neck, looking him in the eyes. "Rest in peace." With one clean snap, he broke his neck.

The boy died instantly.