Bite me if you can || Yoonmin

Chapter 48

It wasn't hard to find you Jimin.
Your scent is everywhere.
That boys cute, I see why you've taken a liking to him... would be a shame if he just disappeared wouldn't you say?
You have until 8pm.
Don't disappoint me.

Namjoon P.O.V
"Yoongi slow down"

I tried to keep up as I dodged the bodies of the street, everyone else slacking behind as yoongis body darted around.

"Where are you even going"

There was silence, his small body stopping as we reach a small, damp ally way. The street lights were barley lighting anything as the deep breathes of everyone else came into hearing. But yoongi just stood there, unmovable.

"The trees"

What? What the hell was he on about.

"Look yoongi we can help you okay, just tell us what you're thinking"

My eyes widened as yoongis small body turned to face us, jins small gasp sounding a little louder than it probably should.

He was stood wide eyed, fangs along, claws out, his eyes the darkest shade of read; nearly black even. His lifeless expression sending a shiver down my spine and the three wolves behind me to wimpier.

"I-I can feel him, the trees they... they hurt for him"

I was a little confused for a moment, before realising a weed had made its way to yoongis hand and up his sleeve.

When he first learnt his powers were related to plants and flowers he was pretty pissed, but the more he embraced it the more he learn how they moved, talked and felt. They were like giant cameras snap shotting every second around them and yoongi, yoongi could see that when he touched them.

"Okay, so what do we do?"

Jimin P.O.V
I was numb, my mind completely blank as I stood in the open, drafty abandoned building. I knew there was a reason I hated this place.

My breathing was shaky, my fist clenched together as I stood there. I could smell the leaves, the dirt under my feet, I could hear how the wind howled  through the cracks in the walls and broken windows.

Everything froze, my breathing, my body, my movements, the world; everything froze as the echoing sound of leather shoes against the floor drummed in my ears. I could feel myself wanting to be sick, my body shaking uncontrollably as the sound became almost deafening.

"I knew you'd be a good boy"

My blood ran cold, his voice cm away from me, so close I could feel his hot breath against my neck.

"Aren't you going to say hello?"

I couldn't breath. My body weight seeming to much for me to hold as the large figured moved in front of me, my eyes slowly meeting his cold red ones.

His hair was a little longer than before, darker too; it hung onto his forehead slight, the sides not completely shaved. His skin was still pale, his jaw line was sharp, his lips still  pink and his glaring eyes still looking the same. While his dress sense, his shoes haunted me the most. 

"I've missed you"

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My head hurt as I tried to drag myself back to conciseness. My body feeling heavier than ever against the cold table under me. I tried to move my arms, lift myself, sit up, anything as everything slowly became less blurred.

"You're awake?"

Panic, pure panic ran round my whole body as my eyes adjusted. The walls were a dirty shade of gray, branches and leaves scattered on the floor around me as I struggled my wrists against the leather belts of the table. I felt sick, my blood flowing through me at an 'inhuman' amount of speed.

"Jimin, Jimin, Jimin, don't struggle you're  only gonna make this worse"

My body frantically riggled, the tight leather restricting my wrist and ankles caused pain as it slowly cut into my skin.

"You know it took me a while to find you..."

Michaels large body moved around the room, his jacket now removed and sleeves lifted as he pulled a needle from the cart in front of him.

"I was hoping we could of done this sooner of course but better late than never"

His voice was the same, excited yet emotionless all at once, his numb expressions making him seem more doll like than vampire.

I watched wide eyes as he put the needle back down, smirking as he took his index finger to his tooth, letting the point prick through his skin till a small trickle of blood ran down.

"You seen Jimin, if you're not ready, it won't work"

His voice lingered in the air, his tone rippling through my body as he hung his finger over my mouth. There was silence for a moment as a he watched the blood trickle through the gap in my lips before his face warped.

"This isn't right, they're still red"

Red? What was still red? My eyes? that's the only thing on me that's red? To say I was confused was an understatement, my body still hadn't processed what was happening, my brain feeling like it had completely given up as I just lay there.

"W-what do you mean."

They were the only words I managed to push past my lips as michaels body weight shifted, his shoes scraping across the floor while he moved himself behind me.

Then the pain hit me. The blood in my body began to burn, the sharp feeling of his nails in my throat causing every part of me to flinch and move on it own. I couldn't control anything, a deafening scream leaving my lips my body burned, my vision blurring up while my surrounds spun.

I could see everything but nothing, images of my mum and dad flashing in my brain, the feeling of a leather whip against my skin stinging my body while michaels face, laugh and words flew around my head. I saw Jin and namjoon, jhope jumping on tae and jungkook and lastly Yoongi. A blurred image of his smile fading in my visions before everything went white momentarily.

"That should do"