Devil's Trap [ Mitzu ]

Chapter 7: Blood Lust

Mina's POV

When I first heard that, what happened to me are also happened to other , I already knew the reasons why. The circumstances are all the same. How they seem to have lost their sanity, how they stare but do not response from outside provocation. I know those things.

I was the first victim.

Tzuyu watched me as she sat on the sofa in front of me. Her legs are crossed in a carefree, arrogant way. A smile spread across her lips as if glad that I had to remember all of that. The night I no longer want to remember.

I avoided looking at her and kept quiet. I didn't know. I swear I had no idea she was one of them. She is known by almost everyone. She easily grabs the attention of everyone, especially women and men.

So it's impossible for someone like her to have a big secret. But it didn't came up in my mind, the night I asked for her help, I ask for a vampire's help.

"Come on, Mina. You're acting like I'm the one who almost killed you." She chuckled slightly.

I gave her a bad look. After a while she sat up and her eyes became serious.

"If you just be a nice girl , this thing wouldn't come this long." She stared at me displeasingly. "But you keep playing that pretty game of hide and seek." She grinned. "I only play games inside the bedroom."

I nearly scoffed in front of her face. What an ass. She smile when she see my expression. But then, she stood up. "Now, let's get down to business, shall we?" She sat behind the hardwood desk. "I still have something important to go on."

She mentions for me to sit on the chair in front of her desk. I did not immediately respond. But what she said didn't lost in my mind. If I had agreed to what she wanted then, would it probably have ended? Could Chaeyoung haven't been hurt? I sat down in the chair and watched her.

Up close, I can't help but notice her apparent features. Whenever I saw her, the first I would notice is her lips, curved into a mysterious and something captivating smirk, or a sly smile. It matches her penetrating gazed, as if her eyes are in their own search, sometimes accompanied by an amused flicker, as if stripping your soul and undressing you down.

"Since you already know who and what I am, I guessed there's no more need for introduction."

"Wait." I said. She paused, eyebrow raised in interest. "Does anyone else know your personality at university other than me?"

She tipped her forehead forward. "Good question." She amused. "As long as I remember, there are some women who know my true identity. But they don't seem to be in university anymore."

I could sense the humor in the last sentence she said. You filthy monster. "You do that too." I can't hide the anger in my voice. "You're just like that guy."

She placed her finger in front of me and moved it in a side by side motion. She didn't even offended by what I said. "I don't stoop down to level of a rascal blood crazed, Mina. I have my ways."

I rolled my eyes. "What? Pleasure them to death until they give in." I immediately cringed at my own choice of words.

She was laughing. A deep booming laughed in a silent room. "Oh, Mina. You have no idea." She watched me closely as her elbows rested on the table's surface. "Wanna try."

"Fuck you."

"I would gladly."

I almost want to get up from the chair. I'm already in my limit and sick of this conversation. I took a deep breath. She seem like got sate of teasing so she got serious again.