Until We Drown : Vhope

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They called them Syloe, humans that weren’t exactly human with cold hands, grey eyes that appeared sapphire under moonlight, and pale white skin. Syloe didn’t have shadows, their footsteps couldn't be heard, and they had heightened senses with hearts that beat a fourth of the
average human’s.

They’d appeared after the war on Indaco, way back when technology was simpler and the buildings shorter, Part I they called it because it had led up to the second and third war where his parents passed. The attacks had introduced new diseases into the country. Unknown chemicals
were used during combat as last resorts to the weapon shortages.
They say the Syloe were once human, but a rare sickness that arose during the war had infected a small part of the population and changed the makeup of the human body, decreasing their red blood cells considerably, increasing the hormones in their bodies, and overall creating a substantial imbalance. Since then, the Syloe have kept low and away from human eyes, and like the Divenire, their existence was no more than a few rumors on the streets or myths from fantasy fanatics.

But Hoseok recalls his first encounter with a Syloe, shaky and unsure. He hadn't noticed the pale skin or grey eyes, more the sharp fangs that pierced into the flesh of an innocent woman, like a wolf and its prey. He remembers the shock and confusion at seeing such a thing, and he also
remembers the clear water and the white porcelain as he heaved into the toilet bowl later that night, sweat beading at his forehead and reassuring him that everything was real and death was even more.

He was only thirteen when he witnessed his first murder by a Syloe.

But now at twenty one and promoted to squad leader, Hoseok is used to the excessive amounts of blood and the harrowing sound of bodies collapsing to the floor when they don't arrive to the scene fast enough. It’s his job to guard the city and to fend off any Syloe from dining on their people, and he knows he’s failed himself if any succeed. But the Syloe are stronger than them, and they have strategies, one of their human characteristics that remind Hoseok that they're not just monsters. No one but the Divenire know of their existence, and it’s better this way to keep the
people uninformed and controlled.
Sometimes he wonders if Syloe could be cured, if they remembered family, what it felt like to bathe in the sun, or if textures felt the same under their fingertips.

But most of the time.

Most of the time, he wonders what it’d sound like to hear the rush of blood leave his body.
On the outskirts of the city, the Syloe sit in the dark of their hideout, an abandoned warehouse from previous cities and lifetimes.

Taehyung throws himself onto the worn, creaky couch, stretching himself out fully and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He feels a surge of energy pumping through his veins, and he blinks to focus his vision back to normal.

Feeding usually gave him some sort of a high, putting his brain in a strange disposition where everything
felt light and heavy all at once.

Taehyung mutters, “Hey, Yoongi. Do you remember what you were like when you were a kid?”
Yoongi, who’s on the other side of the warehouse, busy giving their humans sedatives to put them to sleep so he can feed, smirks in the darkness. “I was a punk, that’s for sure. I had this small toy spider that I carried with me in my pocket everywhere I went, even to the shower or to bed.

And on days I wanted more milk, I’d throw this spider near the girls’ food. They’d run away screaming, looking for the teacher, and I’d take their milk cartons and maybe some of their snacks if I was hungry.”

Taehyung laughs and stares out of the skyline at the starry night sky that winks at him mockingly.

He thinks he’s seen this same sky when he was younger. He says, “That sounds just like you. What a little shit,” Taehyung reaches his hand out blindly and stretches it towards the moon, “I think I was a loud kid that lived to be accepted and loved. But kids like that are usually the
loneliest, you know?” He moves his fingers and pretends to catch stars and dreams, “I think I loved my family with all my heart, too. Till I was bursting at the seams.”

Jungkook is helping Yoongi with the sedatives, and the situation and conversation should be ironic, but it isn’t. No one’s really paying attention anyway. Yoongi’s gaze slices through the night, “Taehyung, you can’t think how much you loved someone, you just kind of know it.”

Jungkook nods in agreement and looks at Taehyung’s eyes that reflect the stars. He says, “Even if you don't remember it, I’m sure you loved them with all your heart, too.”

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