Bite Me, Fight Me - h.js

Two

Slamming her door shut, Y/N flung herself onto her bed she lay their completely still. A knock was heard from the other side of her door. "What?"

Her room door creak open and her brother peek his head inside.

"Did something happened?" asked her brother.

"Nothing happened, Woojin. I'm just tired." She reply shortly not wanting to worry him. Though he knew better.

"Did you encounter them?" He ask her this time and she sighs deeply.

"His name is Jisung." She told him, recalling the color of his hair. Those blood thirsting red eyes that just wouldn't look away from her. She can feel his determination. She had become a prey and he wasn't going to stop until he get a taste of her blood.

"Do you still have the knife?" Woojin question. The teenage girl just hum in response. He nodded and sigh in relief. "Don't think too much about it. You have a weapon too so a pair of fangs isn't going to be enough to over power you." He assure her, ruffling his sister's hair before leaving her bedroom.

Hearing the door closes after her brother, Y/N slowly gets up from her bed to reach for the jacket she wore outside. Her hands making their ways to the pocket of the jacket, Y/N touch the design carved onto the silver knife. Holding the silver weapon in her hand, Y/N look into her reflection that was reflected.

"One stab and they'll be dead." She told herself.

A small vivid image came across her mind. Those were the things that killed her best friend. They took away an important person from her. Thinking that they would change

She should've had known better than to trust them.

None of them will have a change of heart.

Because they have no heart.

Her dull eyes staring into the mirror across from her. At the corner of her eyes she was sure that she spot a dark figure behind her window. Y/N scoffs at the thought and carefully slide the knife back in her jacket pocket.

Shaking the bad memories out of her head, Y/N gets up and walk to the bathroom to clean herself up, ending her night.

Little did she know, someone has been watching her the whole time.

He smiles to himself.

"So this is where she lives." He chuckle to himself. He appear in her bedroom and quietly scan the room that smells like her.

Jisung slowly wanders around her bedroom as he could hear the shower being turned on. She was showering without knowing that someone was in her room. If she knew that he had followed her home perhaps she would've flipped over and throw more hands at his face. Though, all of that unfazed him.

Looking at the pictures on her nightstand and flipping through her small journal on her desk, the blue headed vampire boy chuckles. "Didn't think a feisty girl like this would have thoughts like these." Closing the journal page, Jisung takes a seat on her bed side thinking of what to do.

He was technically bored. That is until he had found a prey that wasn't like what he thought it would be.

His eyes makes it's way towards the picture of two girls again. This time he stared down at it, hard, and long. One of them looks familiar but where have he seen her from? Reaching out his hand to grab the framed picture, Jisung froze immediately when he heard the shower stops.

'I should leave before she gets even more suspicious of me.' he mentally told himself. Just as soon as he stand up from the bed, his eyes caught something else.

A shining silver handle sticking out from a specific jacket pocket. He knit his brows, reaching out the grab the shining object, Jisung eyes widened. He couldn't believe that she would have this kind of defensive item with her. Shoot if only if she had used it on him before then he would've probably been dead on the spot.

Thinking to himself if he should take it or leave it, Jisung swiftly pull out a handkerchief from his pocket and wrap it around the sharp item that he had just discovered in the girl's room. He smirks as another thought came across his head.

"What are you doing in my room?" A voice ask him and Jisung turns his head to face the girl who was dressed up in her pj's, arms folded across her chest.

"Oh, I was passing by," He chuckles, "nothing much." He said making his way towards the window of her bedroom.

"Why were you following me?" She ask him, stopping him.

Jisung remain silent, gripping the knife in the pocket of his hoodie, he run his tongue over his fang.

"Why else would I be following you? You should know what I am and what I want from you." He wink at last before he teleport out of her room. Y/N was left shock and confused.

Quickly, she walk over hastily to check her jacket.

The knife was gone.

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Oof. What can go wrong now that he took it?

I have no words to say.