Cold Blood 🩸 𝖏𝖏𝖐

𝕮𝖍 6

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I can hear the birds chirping outside my window. My eyelids felt heavy and I could barely open them. I was too exhausted from the scary episode yesterday night. I can't go to work. I'm too scared of them. Especially how I almost died last night. I also couldn't sleep either, I kept waking up. Nightmare after nightmare. It wouldn't stop. I'm absolutely terrified to go back to the restaurant knowing I'm going to see Jimin, Jungkook, and his gang of thirsty vampires.

I covered the comforter over my head, blocking out any sound outside. I need to rest more. But I need to work so I can get money. Do I care about money more than my life? Right now, yes.

I feel bad staying with Mrs. Carole. When I leave early for work and come home late, she always has food on the table waiting for me. I'm sad. I lost my memories with her when I was young. I guess my trauma made me forget some important people in my life. However, was Mrs. Carole the only person I forgot? HA! How would I know? I forgot!

I can hear a faint knock on my door.

"Mrs. Carole, I'll be out soon, just give me a sec!" You buried yourself even deeper in your bed sheets. You can hear the door open. Mrs. Carole didn't say anything, that's weird. She would say something right away like 'darling' or 'Y/n darling' in her strong southern accent.

You groaned sitting up with your messy bed head and rubbed your small eyes to check. But you regret getting up. You saw him. His mouth covered in blood and dripped on the outer corner. He was heavily breathing just staring at me with his red eyes. He saw my scared face, he smiled widely, drops of blood fell on my carpet. His shirt was ripped. I looked down to see that he was holding a cane in one hand. Wait. That's Mrs. Carole's cane.

My body felt numb, I couldn't feel my tears trick down my now damp cheeks.

"Well hello there... kitten." I clutched my mouth beginning to sob. I can see the bloody trail leading to a thick puddle of red behind him.

My heart was beating rapidly. My breathing was out of control, I felt like I was hyperventilating. This is like what I experienced 15 years ago. Why did I come back? WHY?!

I can hear his boots click after each step towards me. I begin to panic. I grip my bedsheets even tighter, digging my nails into the fabric. I had to stay in my place, knowing that if I tried to escape, I would die in a millisecond.

I didn't look at him, but I can feel his presence on the edge of the bed next to me. I looked at the hallway through my doorframe and I can see Mrs. Carole's hand on the floor. Not moving. Jimin saw what I was looking at and sat down next to me. I flinched and moved away from his presence.

"She was a fighter alright. Pretty strong for an old lady if you ask me." He chuckled as he wiped the blood dripped on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

I didn't respond. He killed her. The only person I had left. But I jumped up when I felt a cold sensation on my cheek.