Blood Tie

Chapter 41

Rox's POV

My bedroom door slammed open and within a span of a few seconds, I was ripped off of Jimin and was being pinned against my door. I gazed into the dark eyes of Yoongi and felt myself smirk at his troubled expression. I heard protests coming from Jimin who lingered on my bed and was hidden from my sight by Yoongi. I felt my vampire side become pleased at Jimin's whining for my attention as I watched Yoongi's face grow angry.

"No Yoongi, bring her back, I can continue to feed her, I'm fine, I promise." Jimin's voice had thick layers of lust making him slur his words. I felt terrible for doing this to him, I felt monstrous, I felt disgusting. Yoongi's deep growl drew my attention back as I saw his eyes flashing between red and his normal color.

"Knock it off Jimin, you're in a blood stupor, you have given her enough." Jimin appeared to make a whining sound before Yoongi cut him off again, not taking his eyes off of mine.

"No Jimin, you're done, you're not feeding her anymore." Silence followed his statement and my hybrid side appeared unhappy with having Jimin taken away from her. I could feel her mood begin to lift though as my eyes scanned Yoongi up and down slowly. Before I knew it I was arching my chest against Yoongi's arm that held me pinned to the door and biting my lip temptingly. Yoongi's eyes widened for a moment and his face flushed the slightest bit before he quickly pulled his features into a steely expression. I heard a sloshing noise and followed the sound until I saw blood bags held tightly in Yoongi's hand. I wrinkled my nose in distaste, knowing cold blood didn't taste as good as warm blood.

Yoongi pulled his arm away from me only to quickly grab my wrist and spin me so my back was pressed against his front with his arm still around me as he gripped my wrist. I couldn't hold back a squeal when he did this which appeared to not affect him. I could feel my vampire side pout in annoyance as he backed us to my bed and sat with me in his lap, still with my back pressed against his chest. My gaze traveled to Jimin and I could see his eyes were now clearing from the fog of lust that was earlier swimming in them. He merely laid on my bed with the back of his hand covering his mouth and staring at the ceiling. I noticed now that he had a faint blush dancing across his cheeks and felt guilt wash over me again. My attention switched to the sound of Yoongi tearing open one of the blood bags and holding it up to my mouth. I tried to turn my face away but Yoongi's hand that had once been holding my wrist now held my jaw as he held the blood bag up to my mouth again.

"Drink, now." Yoongi's voice held a deep growl that sent shivers rattling down my spine. I obediently opened my mouth and began to drink the frigid blood. I flowed down my throat like a river of ice and it took everything in me not to gag. After I finished the first bag, Yoongi began to tear open another bag as my eyes again drifted to Jimin. He watched me attentively and I felt a sense of comfort from him, like he didn't blame me for my actions. Yoongi held the other bag up to my mouth but before I could open my mouth to drink it, I felt my stomach lurch and I only had time to shove Yoongi away before the blood began rushing out of my mouth. The cold feeling of it rushing back up burned through my throat as I watched the dark crimson pool around me. Jimin's voice could be heard with a panicking tone though I could not make out his words. He sounded far away, I felt hands grab my hair, pulling it back while more hands held me up as the blood kept pouring from my mouth.

After what felt like a cold eternity, it finally slowed until it became nothing. I shivered uncontrollably and whimpered in pain. I could finally hear things around me again and I heard Jimin's choked voice.

"What the fuck was that, what just happened? Is she okay?" Yoongi's hand reached out from behind me and touched the blood and rubbed it between his fingers.

"For some reason her body is rejecting the blood. If you feel it, it's just the cold blood that she threw up. Jimin did she have any issues keeping down your blood?"

"N-No, not from what I remember but my memory is kind of foggy." I met Jimin's eyes and saw his face turn red again as he gazed at me.

"Then I think her body may be rejecting anything that isn't live blood, this is troublesome. Rox, is this normal for you?" His deep voice comforted me as I shook my head slowly.

"Yoongi her veins are starting to show again and her skin is like ice." Jimin's voice was soft and scared sounding as he touched my face softly.

"Yeah, she hasn't had enough blood yet, the amount she took from you is about half what she needs. Since her body rejected the bagged blood it won't help her, she will need to feed live again. She has already taken a lot from you though, she can't feed off you again, which means the only option is, uh, me." I shook my head rapidly and repeated the word "no" over and over again. I couldn't feed off someone else and let myself become that monster again.

"Rox, you need to feed otherwise you'll go into a coma, the coma will kill you Rox. You don't have choice in this, we aren't going to let you die." Yoongi's voiced was laced with concern and I knew he was right but I couldn't stand the idea of doing what I did to Jimin to him.

"Look, what happened with Jimin won't happen with me, he will hold you back from getting carried away with me, okay? Plus having him holding you from the back and me in front will return some of your body heat." He didn't give me time to argue as he lifted me and turned me around so I was facing him. Jimin had quickly moved behind me and as I was in Yoongi's lap, Jimin now straddled his legs. Yoongi cut his neck with his nail and pulled my head forward gently as Jimin wrapped his arms around me, pinning my arms to my sides. I felt my fangs poke out at the sight of Yoongi's blood running down his neck and whimpered at the thought of feeding off him. I whimpered in both anticipation and worry as he pulled my head closer to his neck, close enough now to where my lips grazed his throat. I spared a glance up at him and saw his eyes turn red, mirroring my own.