DARK ; vampire!au

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For the first time in two years, I'm not alone.

"There are others?" I question, scanning over the sheet of paper again.

This man has created an army of his own, hasn't he? The United States refuses to fight back, unless they absolutely have to. But this man, he wants all of this to be over. We truly do have the same wish. He wants what I want, and I will help him make our wish come true.

I'm not scared anymore.

Or so I thought ..

"Yes, many others." He states.

Snapping his fingers, a maid quickly rushes in from around the corner, bowing to him before proceeding to clean the mess on the table. She turns and asks him something in a foreign language, in which he replies with the same language.

The language they spoke sounded much like Korean, but I wasn't sure.

"Ah, and what do you call this team?"

He looks at me more closely, observing the sight of me in the chair, relaxed and cozy. His eyes wander from me, to the table, to the window. He's thinking, really hard. About something.

"Hm."

He pauses for a second, taking in a long inhale of oxygen, and his fists curl. It felt like he was trying to keep himself in check, like at any second- he would detonate. I noticed that from the start.

"I don't think we need a name. We're just people who want all of this to be over. We're doing what needs to be done instead of sitting around while they take what they want, eat who they want. It's not time to sit back and relax."

He says, straightening his back and fixing his tie. It seems as if he broke out of that sudden shell, reversing back to the upright man I was introduced to an hour ago.

I nodded my head, wiping my mouth with a napkin, and standing out of the chair. I'd forgotten I was barefoot, which felt weird. The cold floor almost stings against my toes. Everything seemed more colorful in this house, and for forever, I felt awake. My eyes opened up to a whole new world, where vampires don't mean anything anymore. They're just our enemies. And they deserve to be killed.

They took my parents from me. I will show no mercy.

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2:13 PM Jeon Residence, New York
1/6/2037

After breakfast had ended, we talked some more about qualifications and expectations. There's a lot more to it than I thought. I have to be fit, smart, fast, agile, and determined. I'm for sure determined, but I don't know if I can handle the trauma. Especially on the first day.

I have to be ready. One mistake and I'm done.

Gone.

Jeon told me he's already lost three people since the first to be hired. They are there one day, the next they've vanished. As if they never mattered. I know what I signed up for, I know what will happen if I'm not prepared. I could die. At any day, I can be murdered. And no one will ever know I disappeared. That alone, scares the shit out of me. I'm not ready to die .. not yet. I'm only nineteen years old.

"Angel?"

What if I can't fight back?

"Angel."

What if I'm not strong enough?

I flinched when a sudden hand waves across my face. Jeon raises an eyebrow at me, indicating that I completely lost myself.

"Oh- right. I'm sorry." I cleared my throat and straightened up, exhaling shakily.

We're now in the fitness room of his house, which contained every piece of athletic equipment you could possibly imagine. He's dressed in grey sweatpants, black t-shirt, and white sneakers. His hair isn't nicely done anymore, just naturally placed. Somewhat wavy.

And here I am, not relaxed whatsoever. It's after I make the damn decision and feel good about it, that I start to panic. I'm scared, but I'm not. I'm afraid, but I'm at ease. I'm determined, but I'm shaken. What do I do? What can I do? I'm lost, troubled.

"Ten burpees, right now."

"Yes, sir."

I jumped, then dropped to the floor in a push up position. I'm not the weakest, but definitely not the strongest. If it comes down to it, I can fight a fight, do a decent amount of laps. But that's only if I'm scared shitless. This is just training. I'm being forced to accomplish physical exercise. And for some reason, it's harder than running from hungry vampires.

After completing the last burpee, I take a moment and rest my palms on my knees. I was already out of breath. That proves that I'm not in the best shape right now. And it sucks that my chest is burning. I don't want to be capable of just some exercise, I want to push my limits.

Jeon rests his hands on his hips, letting me breathe for a little bit.

"Push ups. However many you can do. Go."

I dropped to the floor again, adjusting my hands against the yoga matt below me, and slowly bend my arms. I'm a skinny little thing, it shouldn't be too difficult.

And again, I was wrong.

My arms begin to shake and I could barely do one push up without dropping onto my chest. How embarrassing ..

I decided to just get back up, refusing to let myself lay there even though I wanted to. I have to show him that I'm not weak. I have to show him that I can do this.

"I need water." I say while wiping the sweat off my forehead.

He nods, letting me turn to walk away from him. Every foot step slowly became heavier, causing me to feel as if all my weight dropped to the lower half of my body. My head then spins, shooting me a sharp pain to add onto the droopy footsteps. I must be dehydrated. And when I attempted to take another step forward, my body takes the other route, tipping over backwards into someone's arms.

When I looked back, it was him. His hands are adjusted under my arms, holding me up while he pulls me to my feet. I smiled thankfully and tightened my ponytail. Then it hit me.

How did he reach me so quickly?