I walk down the small path that leads to my house.
I see seven crows circling above, It's been a month. Since that night.
The night that I was turned.
One month ago, July 10th
I run, my heart is beating unbelievably fast. My legs are on fire,
He is right behind me. Before I found out, I saw Park Jinyoung as the older brother I never had. Then one day when I overheard him talking about drinking blood... my blood, everything changed. I was terrified and tried to hastily leave. I knocked over a book, he heard me. I ran. He followed. And now as I look behind me, I can see the bloodlust in the eyes that I once found comforting.
I hear him getting closer shit I have to find somewhere to hide. I keep running, turning corners whenever I could, but it's useless. He's still gaining on me. I finally find somewhere to hide, Trying to calm my breathing, I listen to see if I lost him. I hear nothing. Part of me thinks he is gone, but the other thinks it's too quiet. "Mark. I know you are here. I can smell you, smell the blood running through your body, and I want it" His voice is smooth and eerily calm. Like a snake about to strike. His words struck pure terror in my heart, my breathing hitched, my god I think he heard me.
He let out a breathy laugh, "oh Mark, hiding is pointless. After all these years I have become perfectly tuned to your scent"
I stayed as quiet as I could, but my heart was beating out of my chest, he could probably hear it. I know that I can't outrun him. He was silently approaching my hiding spot. I could feel it. Then all of a sudden I saw a hand- his hand reach out and grab me. Then everything was too bright and too dark at the same time. Like my senses were overloading and clashing. The one thing I was sure of was the pain I felt, both physical and mental. The person I trusted most in the world was draining my blood, stripping my life away. I was dying, and I could do nothing to stop it. I heard him talking about how I was never a brother to him, let alone a friend. From the very beginning, he only wanted my blood. Then everything was gone. I felt nothing but everything at the same time, I managed to open my eyes. He was feeding me his blood. I didn't want to drink it but something was compelling me to. And I couldn't stop, I want it. I need it.
August 18th, 1593
I watch as the crows fly away from me. I was walking in the forest when I heard a scream, my eyes widened when I saw a wolf. But it was too big to be a wolf. Who is screaming?
I reach out with my mind to try to find the one who is screaming,
I saw a woman on the ground in front of the wolf. She was bleeding profusely, it looked as if she was about to pass out from blood loss and fear.
I tried reaching out to the wolf in my mind. It blocked my first few attempts because it was so feral. When I finally got in its head, I realized that he was a wild and completely feral werewolf. I called him to stop in his mind. He turned to stare at me, I saw confusion and terror in his eyes, but also something gentle, a small part of himself he was trying to hold onto.
He stared at me and slowly backed away from the woman, looking as though he was trying to restrain himself. I immediately ran to the woman and ripped my shirt to try to stop the bleeding.
While I bandaged her wounds, the wolf watched me with pained eyes. I compelled the woman to sleep, gave her a few drops of my blood to heal her wounds, then erased her memories so that when she wakes up she will think she just fell asleep. I can do nothing about the blood on her clothes.
The wolf looked at me almost expectantly so I lead him back to my house. When we got there I asked him his name and when I did, I heard the immediate response in his head.
"Jackson"
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A/N
Hey guys! So just to clear somethings up from this chapter. We were referring to this Park Jinyoung. AKA JYP. We will post again when we have time!
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