her | 그녀 (bts au) | ON HOLD!

all we got is fluff

"I don't understand, the Council knows, why aren't they doing anything about it?" A woman with naturally dyed light brown hair asked, her skin was flawless and her eyes a daring dark red. She was sat on an abandoned chair under the shadow of a building overhang waiting for a young man who looked a little older than her to finish up what he was doing. 

"Well, they really can't. At least we know what she looks like," the man responded, his mouth dripping messily with blood from the human he was holding, who was now dead and being held limply in his careless grasp. He then threw the body into a nearby dumpster, fully knowing that no one was going to come by and check it. 

"She's," she corrects herself, "Luna, Luna is kind of cute, you know, I wouldn't mind-" the girl was cut off by the male who shot her a look of annoyance and an obnoxious forced cough. 

"I don't need to know about your sexual fantasies," 

The girl smirked and examined her hands that were roughly stained with blood making her porcelain skin stained a strange rusty orange. She clicked her tongue and then stood up to the male and wrapped her arms around his torso from behind to then raise her head up to beside his ear. 

"You were thinking it too, don't just peg me, you idiot," she whispered innocently, causing him to shiver from the close contact, "besides, it could be fun,"

Her voice now had a thick coat of lust making the male rip himself from the grip of the latter, feeling himself become slightly aroused by the disturbing thoughts running through his brain; not only sexual but also sickeningly dark and twisted ones that make him shudder in intangible pleasure. His partner was right, not only could it be fun, but it will be fun. He felt his determination rise at the internal greed of wanting this girl in their possession, for their use and their use only. He now longed to see her blood paint the walls and color her skin and to see dark bruises litter her body as if she was a canvas and deep raw bites that will be sure to leave more than just a physical mark. He also couldn't forget the image of him pinning her down and seeing her writhing beneath him in pain and fear with both their marks covering her, demonstrating that she was nothing compared to them. 

"We need a plan," He cleared his throat and turned around, his eyes considerably darker now from the mental stimulation that he provided himself. The girl smirked at him, her eyes matching her partner's as her own perverted excitement bubbled up. 

"What were you thinking, hm?" She hummed watching the male with intense eyes, wanting to see what he could come up with. 

The male ran a hand through his dark hair, closing his clouded eyes for a moment to think about what they could do. They were always around her, surrounding her like fog, blocking her from having anyone ever laying a hand on her. He knows what room she resides in, he knows how easy it is to open the window and slip in, but having her scream and alert the vampires she was living with proved to be a mistake on his part. At the time, there were only rumors from who knows where that the seven princes had her and he just had to know if that was true. How he found where they all lived turned out to be an act of pure luck and stupidity as he took a wrong turn when hunting. Now, he can't even step foot on the property without his own anxiety of being caught to present itself. They both knew that they tightened their protection with her as they heard the leader, Namjoon, killed one of the Council's guards in a blind fury weeks after their initial infiltration. A thought struck him, he knew it wasn't the best option but honestly, it was going to come down to it anyway.

"We could fight them. They are going to the ball with the girl in less than a month," 

"Are you stupid?  They're strong, we'd have to find a weakness or something. There is no way we could take them all on at once, they're the Royals,"