Blood Is Thicker (Minewet Vampire/Bloodslave AU)

Chapter 2

"What?" Minho repeated as he blinked at the human, not moving from his place. Newt giving in was so offsetting for that vampire he honestly couldn't believe his ears. He had thought Hell would freeze over first.

Newt shut his eyes and took a moment before being able to answer again, echoing himself, "Just get it over with...please."

Minho's expression showed his bewilderment. "W-Wait, no ten minute struggle? No kicking me black and blue? No spitting in my face? No sarcasm? What happened? Did I bite you somewhere vital?"

Newt curled into himself slightly, his arms wrapped around his legs that were pulled up to his chest, "I'm just tired of this...so just do it...if you're going to eventually kill me it'll happen faster if I don't fight it."

"Who said anything about killing you? In fact, that's the one thing I'm not going to do to you." Minho raised a brow.

Newt's gaze went over to the muscular male, "...What...?" He then let his arms fall to his sides and anger took over his face the best it could with his weak state, "So you plan on just keeping me locked up in here forever as your bloodslave..?! I am a living thing! I had a life you know!" His voice was hoarse from screaming the day before.

"Yeah, you were a Slayer. I know that was your life. It's why you were so much more shucking expensive. You kill my kind in some kind of idiot rebellion against my kind just to try to make some stupid point." Minho answered coldly with a shrug.

Newt's eyes narrowed at Minho and he began shifting to face the male, actually getting up on his knees, "Being a Slayer wasn't the only thing I had...It was the only thing I was good at. It was the only thing that kept my little sister and I alive..." He said in a low, deadly tone Minho had never heard before. He was on his knees, and as far away from the wall as he could be, his arms being pulled behind him due to the chains restraining him. "You bloody bastards think we're all just insignificant and petty. But you, you're the ones who are petty! You slaughter us by the millions and kidnap who you think would make a good breakfast! You use women like my mother and children like you tried to take my sister! You destroy families!" He was shouting now, and Minho had backed up, never hearing actually meaningful words like this come out of the blond. "And guess what, no matter how much you want to find us all you never will. You can't wipe out an entire race! We are the dominant species no matter what you think, because guess what?" His tone went back down into the threatening one, "You'll always be nothing more than monsters..."

The Asian male's eyes traveled up and down the sight in front of him. This damn human. He had been tortured for months, was trying to slowly kill himself and yet here he was, up on his knees and yelling at his captor with a fire that seemed inextinguishable. It was all just getting overwhelming, and he didn't think he could handle this alone anymore.

"Forget it..." he mumbled and turned and left, leaving Newt alone in the dark yet again when he shut the door. The muscular bloke walked out of his room, and began heading to his dad's office. It was his father that had taught him everything after all.

He strode up to the door and knocked softly, and the man's voice emitted from the other side, "Come in." It replied simply and Minho already knew the man was busy just judging from his tone. He took the risk anyway and walked in, shutting the door behind him.

The wooden floors made his footsteps click a little with every step he took in the large room, eyes glancing around the dozens of shelves with file after file and little expensive knick-knack here and there. Then he made his way to the large, antique and gorgeously designed desk that matched the floors. "Hey, abeoji..." He said softly, slowly sliding his hands into his pockets.