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Jungkook was powerful to say the least. He was the leader of his coven, the most ruthless of them all. He didn't have many friends, only his favorite servants. He was everything that a murderous vampire wanted to be.
He was King.
Jungkook was pale, his skin perfect like he was photoshopped. His black wavy hair perfectly fell into his face and neck, his thin lips a deep red, his eyes round and black. Jungkook wasn't one to legitimately smile. People assumed he didn't know happiness.
Jungkook sat on his throne, his black suit fitting him perfectly. Jungkook had rings on, one hand having a few small chains connected to them and a bracelet he wore. His upside down cross earring peeking from behind his black hair.
Today was one of his favorite days. His people got to pick a human and bring them to entertain Jungkook.
Jungkook loved to play with his food since fear taste so glorious.
It was later that day, many victims come and gone. The pile of drained bodies getting dragged out by the lower class. Jungkook's last favorite servant, Hoseok, comes in dragging someone who was cuffed and blindfolded.
Junkook licked the little blood left over from his lips and got comfortable as Hoseok smirked and took off the blindfold on the human.
It was a boy. He couldn't have been older than twenty, his big brown eyes wide and wet. His fluffy brown hair was in a mess on his head, the peasant attire all dirty.
Jungkook meets the boy's eyes just as Hoseok strikes his face. The boy goes flying the the opposite side of the room, a painful scream leaving his lips. He hits the floor, a sob leaving his lips.
Jungkook watches Hoseok pick the small boy up, Jungkook's other favorite servants laughing at the state the boy was in.
The boy was crying, his cheek a deep red from the slap. Hoseok brought him closer and pulled the boy's hair back, making him whimper pathetically.
Jungkook found the who situation odd. This boy was nothing like any human he's come across.
Jungkook stands up, making Hoseok let the boy go, his knees giving out until he plops on the marble floor, whimpering.
Jungkook walks all the way over, bending down to pick him up. Once the boy was on his feet, Jungkook noticed that the boy had a nose bleed.
Jungkook wiped it with his thumb, putting it in his mouth and making a satisfied sound. His blood was pure. Even more pure that he's tasted in centuries.
"Why do you not speak?" Jungkook finally asks the question that's been on his mind the whole time.
The boy glances up, his big, brown, innocent eyes blinking tiredly before he whispers lowly.
