The Power of JaeJoong's Blood

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                                       [WARNING: MATURE]

A/N :: Mianhae TT TT I’m going to have to make this chappie short x[

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[ Jung YunHo P.O.V. ]

“YOU WHAT?”

I spun around to face, while still panting a little, due to the fight, the two who just flew in to bear me the bad news.

“We’re-”

“YOU F**KING BASTARDS. WHAT THE DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?! WHY DIDN’T YOU FOLLOW THE CREEP?” I continued to shout. The two backed away a bit, whimpering a bit. For f**ks sake, I went through all of the trouble of beating the hell out of these bastards, come to find that JaeJoong has been kidnapped?

The night was silent now, all you could hear was the low moans and groans coming from the zombie vampires, that lay on the floor, in pain all because of me, okay, I just exaggerated that, me and the others. But whatever, I kicked more butts than the others did.

Eurgh, now I have their filthy stench on me. Anyway, back to the current situation, where did those bastards take JaeJoong?

“They were heading north…” JunSu whimpered, as if he read my mind.

I scoffed, not bothering to thank him, before I sped off North, trying to track down JaeJoong and the prick, by following the stench that lingered behind them and the light tantalizing smell of JaeJoong’s blood that also lingered, which was an indicator to his still-open and oozing wound, oh, his oh-so wonderful blood.

The only thing, or person if you might, I had in mind at this very moment, was Kim JaeJoong. No one can have his blood apart from me. No one can touch him apart from me. He is mine for eternity. He’s going to be my target for as long as he lives.

[ Kim JaeJoong P.O.V. ]

Aw man, this dream sucks. No wait, since when was it a dream to begin with? Whenever there are pale freaks or even Jung YunHo in my dream, it will always be a nightmare, always. Most definitely. Thank God that this is a dream though, maybe I’ll wake up soon.

“You’re awfully quiet for a meal.”

I snapped back into reality at the very voice and found myself lying on the floor, looking up into the dark hood of the stranger that hovered above me. Something tells me that whatever that hood covers, I truly do not want to see. Who knows, a hideous deformed face could await there or a handsome face? Handsome? No, not with that stench.

“Why do you keep referring to me as a ing meal? Do I look like a stuffed chicken to you?” I spat at him as I pushed myself up. He laughed sinisterly as he backed away swiftly. His feet weren’t touching the ground I swear, or was the cloak so long that it hid his feet?

“Your blood smells so sweet.”

I flinched, then looked down to my arm, where the wound was still open to the fresh cool air. My jacket was missing, and the blood just kept on trickling down my arm. The very sight made me want to puke, since it looked like a bloody mess with all the wet, damp and dry bits of red all over my arm.

“Erm…thanks?” Yeah, I was stupid enough to think that was a compliment, so sue me.

“You’re very welcome.”

“Now…about those canines.” I said as I stood up, only to find myself being pinned against a giant boulder before I could even stand straight, “What the -”

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