It takes a special kind of scary to have you this shaken up. Night after night is filled with nightmares, dreams and visions so sickenly real, so seemingly tangible that it leaves you terrified. Sleep deprivation soon followed, the fear of sleeping settling in as even the idea of closing your eyes was unthinkably scary.
The things you've seen as a pleasant dream suddenly warps into a morbid, wretched image of splattered red and screaming entities being dragged farther and father into who knows where. The darkness that traps you as the red streaks across your vision and the deafening sounds ring throughout your head. The sinking feeling as you run, the only solution you can begin to fathom. The face that is a canvas of colors - red and oranges and more reds. It screams of anger and resentment, a twisted face - bruised and battered - hissing and snarling at you as it haunts your vision.
Each morning you'd awoken in a cold sweat, the sheets tossed and tangled from your movement, your hair a mess and staticky, your eyes wide open as you gasp to catch your breath, small droplets pricking at the corner of your eyes.
The sigh of relief that exits your mouth as you realize that it was a dream.
A few days in and you'd already had enough. The idea of closing your eyes and having that darkness envelop you once more shook you to your core. You started overloading on caffeine, energy drinks, anything that would keep you awake. Anything that would keep you away from those...those demons.
All-nighter after all-nighter eventually led to you passing out, the whole cycle repeating once again.
Once. Twice. Three times. Four times. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Over and over, infinitely. There seemed to be no night since the first that you'd not have a nightmare.
There was no plausible explanation for this. There was no reason in your life that could possibly cause these repeating nightmares, especially ones this graphic and explicit.
No plausible explanation that you could grasp, at least.
Suga sat perched on a tree outside your window each night when you inevitable fell into your slumber. His eyes watched your body flop into your bed as you begin snoring softly, falling unconscious almost immediately. Shorty after he would drain your dreams and replace them with horrid memories or his own.
That was simply a part of dreameating. You show the victim your darkest, most vivid memories in return for absorbing their pleasant dream or sickening nightmare.
The Demi had gone around town, draining one after another, but realized yours had been the most fulfilling. So he kept coming back for more. Something about the rush of adrenaline he gets when he's finished with your dream has him chained. It's like your dreams are a drug and he's addicted.
Something about seeing you fall asleep innocently kept him on his toes, ready to ruin you like you had ruined him.
His reputation, his streak, everything.
Word had gone around, how Suga the Demi had a soft spot for a specific human, and even seeked help from them. He hated it. The one point of weakness he had in his 25 years as a Demi had to be the moment when you came storming into his life.
His streak of instant kills, of cold, bloody, and meticulous and empty murders, ruined by you.
His reputation as the merciless killer, ruined by you.
His everything, ruined by you.
And yet, he knew he didn't mind it. He just needed a reason to come back again and again to you. He needed a reason to come back again and again to delay the time when you die, so he could make it the most painful and tedious remainder of your life.
Suga watched your chest rise and fall with each breath, and watched it accelerate, the fear of your dream coursing through your unconscious body. He watched with flickering eyes as you tossed and turned, before jolting awake.
He cursed. He hadn't finished the dreameating process.
You gasped, adrenaline pumping through your veins, sweat trickling down your face. The fear so clearly present in your eyes makes Suga feel a pang of guilt. A new feeling, one he hadn't experienced since his short-lived life as a mortal. Something about the desperate state you were in made him feel bad.
He brooded for a second, this internal conflict going against all that he knows of being a Demi. He decides that he doesn't care.
Actually, after another regrettable moment, he decides he does. His intent is to make you suffer a living hell just as he did, and to make you live through it as long as possible. Having you live sleep deprived and exhausted would probably lead you to death faster than he planned. He didn't think your mental state was so weak that it would succumb only after a couple of weeks.
Though he felt no remorse for what he did(he did, but chose to deny it), he felt that perhaps you deserved a little break. Maybe a couple of days of sobriety from your dreams was good for Suga too.
But he didn't plan to let you live in peace for long.
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a/n: honestly idek what im doing with this story anymore lol
this stories kind of a wreck at this point, though i do have the storyline plotted out. i'll probably aim to get it to at least 20 chapters, but idk if i can even get there, much less higher bc i have so much trouble trying to get the pace of the story right ksjkdjs. its either i rush the plot, or drag it out too much in filler chapters lol
anyways i hope you enjoy this chapter!! love you all lots :))
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Bloodlust || m.yoongi
Fanfiction"You've changed me in a way I never thought was possible." In the world of demons and devils, love is a dangerous thing to fall into. But Suga, an infamous devil known to be a merciless slaughterer, meets a girl in the human world and finds himself...
