Amethyst // BTS AU

"Bloodlust"

"Bloodlust"
Present Day

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One,

two,

three,

four

ear-piercing gunshots followed after each other coherently, not taking a second to give the two involved parties any time to process what had happened.

The first party, a twenty-two year old girl, screeched louder than she had ever before in her entire life. Her voice cracked with emotion, the strain in her voice causing her to taste blood. She fell to her knees instinctively with her father's body that they had riddled with bullets.

Munho Kim, the father of Malia Kim, fell to their wooden, hallway floor with a sickeningly dull thump. He bled out consistently, his blood creating a pool of death as it drained him of his life. He was dying, if not dead already.

Malia, who basically swam in her father's blood, held onto his body and began to frantically try to stop the bleeding. She knew that the blood was too much and that it may have been too late, but she still tried to cover the bullet wounds with her hands - she still tried to hold onto the only man she had ever loved.

A pair of heavy, black boots began to hauntingly make their way to the amethyst-eyed girl and her fallen father. With the echo of the boots getting louder, Malia closed her eyes and gripped onto her father's form for comfort.

She closed her eyes and said a little prayer - it had not been addressed to anyone in particular, but she begged to make it through the night alive. She begged for the opportunity to at least protect her eyes long enough to meet the molten-gold boy she met routinely in her dreams.

She prayed to live long enough to meet her soulmate.

The boots stopped their slow trek to the tiny space in the house that Malia occupied. A man - the one she assumed pulled the trigger four times - knelt down to Malia's level on the floor.

Her father, Munho's blood had started to encircle their forms. The liquid soaked through her pajamas and stained her bare-feet.

Malia felt dirty and sticky and useless as the armed man raised his gun to her face and stroked her cheek gently using the weapon. His black clothes almost made him blend in with the dark night sky, but the bright moonlight from the open door helped offer some clarity on his features.

He knew that there was no way for Malia to escape that night, so he kept the introductions short and didn't bother hiding his identity to the frightened girl.

"I think you're beautiful, Princess," the man said, still stroking his gun against her plush cheek. The coldness of the gun, mixed with the heat from her skin made goosebumps raise up her body.

She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to prevent a sob from tearing apart her chest.

"Open your eyes," the dark voice commanded, scaring the girl further.

The man, Malia observed, must have been around her age - a peer of hers. He was handsome and tall with sleek, black hair and an earring that dangled from his ear everytime he made the slightest movement..