Different

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I wake back up in almost the same position, I must not have been out long. I'm still on the floor in the bathroom but this time my head rests on Jimin's lap. "You weren't told that you could get up out of the bed yet." He says coldly, but his eyes relay a deep softness. "Wh..what happened to...to me." I say, it comes out as a whisper. Jimin picks me up into his arms and sits me down softly on the bed. "I was going to explain it later, I just assumed it wouldn't be the day of. Taehyung's going to be mad that he didn't tell you. This might come as a lot of information so just lay still." He says softly as I nod. "You're from a very high, prestigious, wealthy family. And not just to humans, you're from a world of Vampires. Hush, I know it sounds cliché but its true. I'm part of a gang, known as BTS or Bulletproof Boys. Let's just say that your parents pissed us off. And we had an inside source that helped us plan us kidnapping you. You weren't supposed to change into a vampire until you were 21, naturally, but we need to use you to our advantage. I haven't changed you yet, but I've started the process. The beginning is whenever I bit you, but you have to bite me and drink my blood before you've actually changed. This exchange of blood is bonding, once you've drunken mine you're bonded to me and me to you. Your parents had planned for you're changing to not only take place when you were 21 but they had an arranged marriage for you, waiting. My brother, Park Chanyeol. Our plan was to have Taehyung bail on you so that I could take you to a party where we could get proof that you were with me. Then, we needed to get ransom from them. But we're not giving you back. We want to take the ransom and show the world that they have a weakness and that BTS can take them down. Once we've taken them down, the other groups will see how powerful we are, and we can gain more territory, possibly push SVT and NCT 127 out of Seoul.

"You're not going to give me back? You're going to kill them? Gosh, what'd they do to you?" I ask. "Why, do you want to go back?" He snarls, and I sit straight up and pull his face close to mine. "Now you listen to me, I didn't say that so stop reading so much into my words. Tell me what you need me to do and I'll get it done. But first, I want you to tell me when this happened to Taehyung, why you did what you did in high school and what the hell my eyes and hair color mean. If you're not giving me back, then what are you going to do. You could kill me for show, but I don't think that'll make as much of a statement as training me would." I say and back away from his face. A few nail marks are left on his jawline and he smirks. "you've changed." Is all he says. "We need pictures of you like this, new and changed. You're right, we won't kill you. But all of us have to decide about what to do with you first. For your information, they almost killed one of our own and they're drug traffickers, I don't like those." He says, then he sighs. "What about why my hair and eyes are white, gonna explain that?" I ask. "When you change, you change to the color of your power. I'm pink, I can control emotions and my type is very rare. There have been all other colors too. Black is a fog that if you touch or breathe it kills you, very helpful. Dark Blue, water of course. Light blue, ice. Orange and red, fire. Yellow, extreme logic or very good guessing so basically like telepathy but not exactly. They can see what the best solution is. Green is plants. Brown is animals, they can shape shift but only into animal form. Purple is for controlling strong gusts of wind. Silver can control metals, burn them and make them magnetic." He says.

"Sure, but what about white? What about me." I ask impatiently. Jimin looks away and rubs his neck softly. "Well, in truth, white isn't a color. There's never been a white." He says in a hush. "What?" I ask. He nods in return. 'We need pictures of you changed but we don't want anyone else to know what we know about you. If they know that you're this special than it'll make their pride grow, causing them to send more forces to retrieve you. They think that we're a small force but smart, so they don't know that we have many more numbers. We need them to only send half or more of their forces. So that's why I need to talk to all of the members, you need to come with us though. I have clothes in the closet for you." He says, getting up to pull things off hangers for me. I sit in silence, it makes sense even though I should be totally shocked at my whole world changing. Instead, it seems more like I just want to solve the question of 'Who am I'. I am kind of shocked at the fact that my entire life I've been lied to. He still never answered my question about high school I'll question him later though. He reappears with an outfit in hand.

I bring the outfit to the bathroom and put it on. My pink sweater matches Jimin's hair. 'Cute' I think to myself. As soon as I step out he grabs my hand. "Come on, we're already late." He says and pulls us through a multitude of corridors. I hate this feeling, I don't know where we are or where the exits are either. All I can hear is the clicking of heels as we run down the halls. He bursts through some dark leather doors and into a large conference room where six other smoking hot guys are sitting in dark chairs, staring eagerly at the door we just came in through. One of them, I think he's the youngest, has dark purple hair. Another has brown, he looks the oldest although no less handsome. There's another one with dark black hair sitting at the head of the table. Number four has bright yellowish hair and is smiling at me brightly, he looks like the sun almost. Number five has blue hair, like a popsicle and he looks like he's about to fall asleep. And number six is Taehyung, his hair is still the red that I've seen it as in school. Jimin points towards an adjoining room and I slowly walk towards it. I can feel each of their eyes staring holes in my back. My hair moves as if wind is in the room, but I know there isn't. From what Jimin said I can assume that it's that one sitting by the door, he said that purple meant wind, so he must be moving my hair. When I get into the room I gasp. Amelia sits there, quietly staring at the ground. Her silver hair is stark. It's almost like mine but less pure. So she can control metals.

I run up to her for a hug, but she places her hands up to stop me, still pointing her palms away from me though. "What is it?" I ask her. "I can't control it yet" She says, pointing to a few melted chairs in the corner. "What's your power? Yoongi didn't tell me about white." She asks, and I scratch my neck. "Um, well Jimin hasn't told me yet. Apparently, I'm the first white. Something about white not actually being a color?" I say, and pity fills her eyes. "So has he, you know. Fully changed you?" I ask her, but she shakes her head. "No, but you're supposed to get your powers when they start the process, not when it's finished. That must be so scary for you, not knowing what you're going to be." She says as a chill runs up her arms. "I don't like the anticipation, but I really just want to know if Jimin's using me. I mean, he controls emotions, right?" I say to her as I sit next to her on the bench. "Well how do you feel about him right now? Wouldn't that tell you how you really feel?" She scoots away but stays on the bench. "I mean, I don't know. I feel confused. But he might be controlling me from the other room or something." I sigh in defeat; all this business is confusing and rough.