Blood Is Thicker (Minewet Vampire/Bloodslave AU)

Chapter 9

This was probably the most excited Minho had ever been about anything in a long time. He was ready to take off with Newt into the night, and he just kept thinking about how great it was going to be once they were out of there. Though he kept making sure to bring his mind back to focus. He had to get them out of there first, then he could dream all he wanted.

But when he went into Newt's room and found an extreme lack of a certain, smart-mouthed blond. He walked into the room completely and looked around as though the boy were just playing a trick on him or something, even calling out for good measure. And that's when he saw the note on Newt's bed.

His first thought was that the note was from Newt and he had somehow escaped on his own and the note would say something to the effect of how he loved Minho but he had to do the right thing. But that wasn't it at all. It was definitely short, but not sweet.

I have your dirty, little secret.

~ 아버지

Minho read over it twice to make sure he was reading it correctly, then his heart gave a lurch into his stomach and all happiness went away. "Newt..!" And he let the note fall from his hand as he turned and ran out of the room as fast as he could.

Going down the many halls with his speed never faltering, he ran to his father's office and flew the door open. The first thing he saw was his father sitting on his exquisite desk casually with a glass cup in his hand. And he didn't stop once in the room, he was headed straight for him, ready to tear into him, but suddenly felt two pairs of large, strong hands grab him by the arms and shoulders. "WHERE IS HE?!" He struggled against the hands but they were obviously a couple of the top, strongest guards his father had here, and he wasn't going anywhere due to his fatigue in not feeding yesterday.

Mr.Kyeong didn't move from his spot on the desk though, "Calm down, adeul, he's right there." He said, gesturing to the side of him a little with his glass before taking a drink from it.

Newt was in a chair that Minho instantly recognized. It was wooden, one his father had ordered custom-made. It wasn't very big and looked like an average chair except for the leather cuffs attached to to it on the arms and front legs of it, in which Newt's forearms were buckled down, as well as his ankles. There was a thick cloth tied tightly around the blond's mouth to keep him gagged, and his wrists had been cut terribly, bleeding a little still as though the wounds had been inflicted a while ago. The crimson liquid streamed from his skin and down the wood of the chair. The poor boy was breathing erratically, obviously having hoped that when Minho came to find him, he would had been saved. But that didn't really seem likely anymore...

"You know...I think I see why you want to run away with this one...His blood has a certain, unique taste. What is that...?" The powerful vampire began casually as he swirled the liquid in his glass around before taking another drink, "Ah..! It's fear. One of the best tasting types out there."

Minho came to the realization that the man was drinking Newt's blood. That's why the human's wrists were cut.

"Dad why are you doing this..." Minho lowly said, slowly coming to a stop in his struggles.

The man clicked his tongue as he put his glass down and got up from the desk, planting his feet on the ground. "I don't know. You tell me. Why are you planning on trying to escape?" He said as he shrugged with his palms facing up at his sides.

Minho's chest seized a little, in disbelief his father had found out, "Who told you that?"

The elder paused a minute then glanced at Newt, "A little birdy." Then he looked back to Minho, "Torture a bag of flesh long enough they'll talk. They always do."