Rules of Revenge (iKON/B.I Fanfic)

RULE 3

Like usual I'm updating at random time because that's just what I do. :) 

Media is #WYD because those feels!!!!! And my most fave image of Bobby and Junhoe.

This part is dedicated to levythemage as a thank you for supporting Book 1!! Also, thank everyone so much for the 8k reads on that now!! ♥

Enjoy! xoxo 

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The Daemon's head snaps up to look up at me as if sensing my stare, mismatched eyes just as unblinking as my own.
"Hanbin", I breathe the name without completely understanding why. Had I...? Did I...? No. There was no way I could know this Daemon, except that I have to kill him...it. Slowly, he turns to face me so that I have a clear shot at his dead heart. I hold my gun firmly, trained on him as I watch in confused shock. What is he doing? What am I doing? Why haven't I killed him yet? It, I mean it. All I need to do is graze its shoulder with one of these bullets and the job will be done. I can return to The Estate and finally marry my betrothed Lord Jakob with the world safe and free from harm. My attention is once again drawn to the Daemon fifteen storeys below as it waits patiently to be killed. The only sign of nervousness about its fate is the slender fingers twisting at the shirt's torn edge. I see the tiniest sliver of its smooth hip marked by a prominent v line and nearly choke on the air I'm breathing. How do I remember every line of its chest and abs as if I've traced them with my own fingers, possibly a hundred times over? The sharp-hardness of its collarbone and the grooves of its hips. The untamed, muscle which runs the length of his arms, his back, his legs... With a shaking hand I lower the gun, letting it fall to the cement ground beneath me. Impulse makes me turn and run to the fire escape but I can't waste the time it would take to climb down and instead jump off the side of the building, stopping my fall just short of the hard pathway. As if I need more adrenaline pumping through my veins. I'm literally shaking, a burning hot impulse I can remember feeling before growing rapidly inside me. But it has nothing to do with me deserting the chance to fulfil my destiny or the fall to the sidewalk.

It's only for one person. 

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I start running too quickly and stumble a few steps before regaining my balance and ploughing into the crowd I'd been watching only seconds before. I can see him up ahead, turning towards me painfully slowly. Everything is in slow motion. My senses are still heightened but to a point I've never reached before. It's like a sensory overload. Nothing escapes my attention. I identify the five other Daemon walking around him in a protective circle, but none show any sign of noticing me. Hanbin, the Daemon Prince, it, him. It's turned to face me now and its expression is twisted in something which looks like fear. It would be fear on a human face, but Daemon's don't feel emotions let alone ones as weak as being scared. It's why us Fae have had to harden our own hearts to fight them. Its lips move frantically but I'm having troubles identifying what its saying. I slow to a brisk walk, frown deepening more and more as I try to read the Dameon's lips. It looks like it's saying my name. Does it know me too?

"CeCe, run! Get away!"

I stop dead when I finally make out its words amongst the disorienting chatter of the crowd around us. His voice is husky and satisfying, like a guilty pleasure. Like the chocolate Meli and I use to sneak into The Estate's kitchen and melt in the middle of the night when we couldn't get to sleep. But it also awakens a deep fear in me which instantly muffles any sense I have in a heavy coldness. A millisecond later I feel the chill of some sort of blade pressed into my back, along with the pungent smell of Daemon. So there had been seven in total.