Mind the fangs

Chapter 5: mindgames

Youngjae walked causally through the halls, bag hanging loosely off his left shoulder. Headphones wrapped around his head, playing Psycho Killer by Talking Heads. He enjoyed blocking out the world, loosing himself in his music. The music was so loud, drowning his thoughts in it.

People bump into him, shoulders brushing past his as they walk by. He skips down the school steps, not noticing the heavy footsteps that followed. He was unaware that someone might be following him, the crowd around allowing them to bleed in.

Youngjae wasn't focused on the what was going on around him, not until he slams into someone, causing them both to tumble to the ground.

"Ah-shit!" Youngjae crushes to the ground, his back slamming against the hard ground.

He blinks his eyes, finding himself staring up into a man's dark eyes. His hair was a bright yellow, almost piercing in colour. The man looked wide eyed at him, refusing to get off him.

"Umm do you mind?" Youngjae asked, trying to push him off.

The man quickly scrambled off him, looking like a deer in headlights, utterly terrified. It was if he'd just seen a ghost, someone he shouldn't have. Youngjae slowly gets to his feet, wiping his pants down. He pulls his headphones down around his neck.

"Sorry dude I didn't see you." He fixed his bag over his shoulder, staring at the guy who looked frightened to be near him.

He doesn't speak, just stands the corking at him with his eyes wide. Youngjae begins to feel weary, eyebrow raised, standing awkwardly waiting for a reply. He goes to speak again, but the guy sputters out a weak response.

"H-how..how are you ali-?" Youngjae was completely lost, not understanding what he was talking about.

"Excuse me?" The man shakes his head, mouth hanging open before he steps back, turning away and sprinting off.

"Weirdo." Youngjae shook his head, not really paying to much attention to the guy he shrugs him off, walking in the direction of his house.

The man from the sidelines watched everything, taking note of the yellows haired reaction. He looked scared, like he might've known who he was; what he was. He continues to follow Youngjae, reminding to keep his distance.

He studied Youngjae, noticing how he straits around without a care, headphones on so he can block out the world. He appears like he enjoys getting lost in his music, doesn't like looking at the world, the people or the streets. He knew he must be a young vampire, just by the way he acts. He's still got that young spunk, way he speaks, how he dresses screams a newly turned.

Youngjae walks up his street, nearing his house which he shared with four other vampires. But in the back of his mind he could sense something, feel something or someone's prescience behind him. As he heads up his driveway his senses heighten, he quickly snaps his head back.

He frowns when nothing's there, yet he couldn't shake the feeling. He narrows his eyes, trying to use his vampire vision to see anything the human eye couldn't. There was no one there, he was alone.

"Whatever." Youngjae shrugs, going to open his front door.

Bambam hides behind a car, making sure to stay quiet as a mouse. He couldn't let himself get caught, not when he hadn't done his job. There were vampires out there, and he needed to slay them. He checks that it was clear, seeing Youngjae slip into his house. He stands up, watching the house, taking in the ancient decor of it. It was old, Victorian very stereotypical house for vampires to live.

Bambam eyes it up, taking it in. He knew what he had to do, there were more in there, there had to be.

Youngjae wonders into the house, it was freezing inside as vampires didn't do well in the heat. He drops his bag in the hall, strolling further inside.