8- Nightmares

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163 years ago - 1861 March 25th

--Minho's POV

They feared me.

It was almost.... funny.

They could just send out more vampire hunters if they wanted to.

Ahh that's right.

There is none.

Thanks to me that is.

I was pretty well known, almost as well known as the Dracula, ugh how we all hated that man, a myth someone made up, but here I was, The real thing, an just like the Dracula, people thought I was a myth, but unlike him, I did some damage.

I looked around and laughed slightly, my breath creating a cloud of childhood memories, such a shame the smell of blood was in the air, killed the vibes, but that's my fault so who am I to blame?

Footsteps, I chuckled standing up from my seated position against the cold brick wall, someone wanted to play life and death did they?

The footsteps stopped and a figure entered the alleyway. a scoff following.

"So... your the oh so feared Lee Minho are you?" a soft but powerful voice asked, almost like he's mocking me.

The male had a strong scent to his blood, it was like heaven, and I was sure that's as close as I was ever getting to it too. However, although he had blood that smelt exactly like a humans... something was up with it, it was different, like if an angel and a vampire were to have a baby.

"Who are you?" I asked, stepping forward.

"Me?" The voice chuckles, "You can call me Jihan."

"Jihan..." I tested his name out on my tounge, "Pretty."

Jihan laughed, "I have to leave Minho, try to to kill all of the humans yeah? save some for the others, especially me."

So he was a vampire? or something else? Or maybe he really was an angel and vampire's child.... nah imagine that happening, ridiculous. 

I looked back up only to see that he was gone.

Jihan. Who are you?


Present time - 2024

-- Minho's POV

I wake up, Abruptly sitting up, throwing the covers down my bed. Covered in sweat, panting and confused.

Jihan... Jihan.... Jihan

Why did he seem so familiar?

Why am I dreaming about him?

Stop Minho that was 160 years ago, bad times, bad memories, bad consequences.

Huge regret.

I sigh getting up off my bed and leaving my room, walking down the hallway towards Chan's.

I am still a strong vampire.

But sometimes. I just need my Hyung.

I knock on his door before opening it, not waiting for a response.

"Hyung?"

"Come here Minho," Chan sighs pulling the sheets back, making room for me.

"Another nightmare?"

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Hello my beautiful BushLillies <3

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