Yoongi's Perspective
I want to be fucked up today.
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Mijin and I walked in a comfortable silence towards her house.
"Here," Mijin suddenly spoke. "I know a shortcut." She pulled me quickly into a back alley. The end had a tall chain link fence.
"My house is on the other side of the street over there. I'll show you how you get over it." Mijin seemed excited to show me this.
I watched as she backed up to a good running position to climb over the fence. The start was okay. Then Mijin tripped right before she jumped to mount the fence.
"Oh god fuck," Mijin muttered recovering from her stumble. "Sorry for the language, but that's not how your supposed to do it... fuck."
Her voice seemed to waver. I was about to ask her if she was okay when she turned around. And the first thing that hit me was the smell. It made me want to puke, yet also made me so, so hungry.
Then I saw the cut. Mijin's fair skin had been caught on a rough piece of metal. It had torn through the fragile layer of skin like a child with Christmas wrapping paper on a new toy. Flesh peeled away to show the prize of red meat underneath. Blood already pushing it's way through, wasting itself on the dirty cement. Turning brown and unclean. Even more unpleasant.
"Maybe we should just go the long way." Mijin had tears welling in her eyes now. I didnt understand why, she really seemed beautiful; the red complemented her so well.
I took a few steps toward her silently, starring at the wound.
"Yoongi? Do you not like blood?"
I held her arm in my hands, the smell was intoxicating now. So fresh.
"Yoongi, what are you..." Mijin only started when I lifted her arm to my mouth and licked up the warth that had oozed out of her cut. I may have let out a moan, but then Mijin really started to freak out.
"What the hell, Yoongi? Let go of me, that's disgusting."
I couldn't let her go though. Not now. I felt the feeling, that feeling of uncontrolled hunger coming over me. Something in my mind told me to stop. That this was a huge mistake.
"Yoongi, you need to let-"
"Oh but I dont Mijin, just calm down." I cut her off whispering into her ear, my lips just brushing against her skin as I spoke. I then kissed her lightly on her neck. She gasped her mouth flying open in shock at the sudden intimacy. Her body still tense. I held her bleeding arm firmly in my grasp, continuing to pepper butterfly kisses on her collar bones.
Her body finally relaxed into mine after a few more moments. Mijin's perfume, vanilla, mixed with the tantalizing scent of the blood once again collecting on her arm. Before I knew it, I was bitting Mijin's neck and, drawing more of that wonderful red substance.
Mijin gasped.
"Wait, Yoongi, stop..." again with Mijin's complaining. I had enough.
"Shh Mijin, it's allright now."
Mijin sighed in relief.
Then I smashed her head against the alleyway's wall over and over again. The red covering the wall made me realize I was wasting my meal.
"Oops. " I muttered to myself.
Now getting her to my house without anyone realising well, she was dead.
Holy shit. I just killed someone.
I felt my heart beat begin to race. I reached into my backpack and grabbed my sweater jacket. I pulled it quickly over Mijin's torso. Covering her bashed in skull with the hood. It was just my free hoodie I got for going to my youth church activities.
I kicked dirt over all the bloodstains I could see. I was so relieved that no one walked by the alleyway during all of this.
Then I grabbed Mijin's body and wrapped it around myself so that u simply looked like she was asleep on my back. Of course, asleep. Just sleeping because she didn't sleep well last night and I was trying to be nice to my friend.
Of course.
Her blood, later, though cold, was so much better than any cow or pig.
Her bones went through the garbage disposal well enough.
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Edited 11/5/17 11:23pm
Please tell me wether or not this was a good story choice.
