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CHAPTER 8

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A vast sea of darkness enveloped me. Yet, it was something I found comforting. It encircled me like a mother's protective hold upon her child, like no harm could come to me. 

Dead silence resonated within the shadows, not a single disturbance to be found. I slowly stood up, the pitch black making me question whether or not I was actually standing. I decided I no longer wished to be within nothingness. 

I ran.

I ran and ran. But perhaps I hadn't even moved an inch?

The dull thudding of pain that had blossom at the junction of my neck and shoulder had continue to grow the more I tried to escape the gloom. 

I screamed.

But the darkness swallowed my cries of help, and after running for what seemed like forever, I fell to the floor.

Perhaps it was the floor?

But now it was all too suffocating. I was falling. I could feel my limbs raise high above me, and now a piercing wind was rushing through my hair.

The pain in my shoulder swallowed me whole.

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A gentle ringing drew Seungmin out from the unconsciousness he had been swimming in. With bleary, unfocused eyes he took in his surroundings. He was leaned up against a damp cave wall, his once pristine white suit now covered in his blood and dirt.

Trying to look around, he had noticed his friends were in a similar situation to him. Caked in dirt and blood, Seungmin had noted they were bandaged up. He tried to move to try and wake them up when a deep pain from his neck shot through him. Instantly he could feel tears bloom in his eyes.

"I wouldn't move around too much if I were you" A voice came from the entrance of the cave. 

Shifting his eyes towards the sound, Seungmin frowned as he noticed Hyunjin approaching him, a cloth in one hand. He crouched down in front of the injured prince, gently pushing some of the younger's hair from his face.

He did his best to flinch away from the vampire's hand without hurting his neck. The older simply sighed before he began to unbutton the prince's collared shirt.

"W-what are you doing?" The prince of District 9 asked in a frightened, hushed tone.

A cold, wet rag being slapped onto his bite mark is the answer he receives. "I'm trying to tend to your wounds, young prince."

No other words are exchanged between them as Hyunjin cleans and dresses his injuries. Seungmin instead puts his focus on the gently falling rain outside, the sun rising from it's resting place. 

"Since when?" He breaks the silence, never looking away from the rain. Hyunjin remains silent as he removes the now bloodied cloth and begins to bandage Seungmin.