vampire's pet(Vkook)

1.8

a/n sorry about the lack of updates

I woke up, blinking my bleary eyes, still, in a morning haze. I rubbed my eyes. I frowned, confused as I felt a weird substance against my eye as I rubbed my eyelid. I focused on my hand, raking my eye over the substance on my hand. Blood? Then my brain made the link between the blood on my hand and the previous events that occurred before I fainted. Jungkook bit me? I groaned as a migraine hit my head like a hammer hitting a nail. Yes, he bit me. The statement rang in my mind, stronger than before. Instinctively my hand flew to my protruding collarbone. I flinched as a bolt of pain spread through my body as my hand ever so delicately brushed the bite mark. There was something different about this mark. Different than the other ones Jungkook had given to me. It hurt like a normal bite mark would buzz and feel itchy, but compared to the other bite marks which oozed a sense of distrust and insecurity this mark hummed with contentment and trust. I could feel it threading through my bones, the feeling of satisfaction sinking through my bones. Comfort feeling like skin over my bones. I contorted my face in curiosity. What had he done to me?

I groaned as I turned over onto my side, hands grasping the duvet for support as I sat up. I groggily held onto my head as my vision cleared. The world splitting into two then merging together. I glanced around. Jungkook must have carried me here. I grinned as I felt butterflies wither in my stomach. Good, my inner thoughts decided, as a small part of me whimpered, which I obviously ignored. I didn't have a crush on him anymore.

 To be honest, Jungkook was a rather queer and uncanny character. A vampire who kidnaps me for sex and blood. It seems like a cruel destiny, a kinky one at that. I frowned at the thought, this was far from kinky. Although.... the whips from last night seemed to differ. My frown deepened. I shook my head to clear the thoughts arising from the mention of the night two days ago, where he had 'continued the punishment' to phrase it as he did. I clutched my head immediately regretting shaking my head when a migraine decided to torture me and pop up. I groaned as it pounded against my temples. I sighed and looked around. I was in a bedroom. I grinned recognising the slate grey coloured bed sheets, plump cushions and porpoise grey thin curtains. The bathroom wasn't far from here. I sighed before slowly moving off the bed. Whimpering slightly as the cold hit my bones. pinching me where it could. I ambled forward towards the bathroom, closing the bedroom door on my way out.

I snuck into the bathroom, shutting the door as soon as I entered and locking it, I didn't want Jungkook to come inside whilst I was here. I cautiously made my way to the mirror hanging on the wall, dodging the wet water puddles which Jungkook had left when he had walked out of the bath, probably a bit before I had entered the bathroom. I hesitated before the mirror, anxious to see my physique. I remembered what I had looked like previously. Sunken eyes that looked more lifeless than a fish, zombie-like whitish sagging skin, thin wispy hair that had replaced my once healthy and heavy chocolate mocha coloured locks. I raised my eyebrow in a quizzical expression as I stared at the person in the mirror. 

It couldn't be me, right?

It was almost as if I had never changed. My now soft hair parting to reveal a peek of my slightly tanned flawless forehead, the ugly white hue which had been transparent enough to show my veins gone. I slowly brought my hand to my forehead. Gingerly patting the skin, searching for a few pimples that my erstwhile forehead had owned. My mouth gaped in shock as I touched nothing but soft skin. My eyes glanced to my now gaping mouth, absorbing every detail. I stared at the soft supple pink surface of my lips that had a soft sheen to it, poking it as if in a trance. I watching in awe as my lip returned back to its original position. My fingers hovered around my eyes. I prodded the now not sagging skin underneath my eyes. I blinked furiously. Expecting my appearance to shatter like a broken mirror and return to its former zombie-like state.