Bite me if you can || Yoonmin

Chapter 50

Yoongi P.O.V
My eyes seemed to move in slow motion as I looked at the rubble mess in front of me, the storm of dusts and dirt dying down enough for me to make out something on a the mound in front of the man.

I froze, my hands shaking a little as my jaw slacked. Jimin was hunched, barley standing as dirt covered him. His head lulled back and forth till his face came into contact with the moonlight. His eyes were black, with red iris's, his fangs hung long over his bottom lips while the pure look of hatred filled his expression. He had me stopped in my tracks, unable to move or speak as I watched the way his body swung, his hair blowing about in the wind.

"JIMIN"

My mouth opened on it's own as I shouted his name, everybody around me gasping as they realised it was him, no one able to move a muscle.

The next thing I knew my feet were no longer on the ground. My ears had filled with the grunts of everyone as a gust of wind sent them flying back while I was now being held by the throat. My back flushed to the mans chest while his claws dug slightly into my neck. I could see the smirk on his lips, how the shadow of his hair danced of his nose while the smell of bloody surrounded me.

I felt helpless as my eyes locked with Jimins. I couldn't do anything, my body feeling heavy as I attempted to wiggle free but failed.

"Y-Yoongi"

Jimin P.O.V
My vision was blurred, everything looking like smudges on a mirror. My breathing was ridged as I tried to keep my body up, the weight nearly being to much. It was like I'd been punched in the throat, the wind leaving my lungs as Every inch of me prickled with heat. It felt like i was being suffocated from the inside, everything spinning as my body hunched forward.

"Y-Yoongi"

I could taste dirt in my mouth as Yoongi's name slipped past my lips, his blurred image being the only thing I'd managed to make out. When did he get here, why is he here. My body jolted forward as I stumbled, my legs buckling a little under me as I attempted to reach out.

"Please Michael! L-let him go- ahaaa"

I couldn't help but scream as pain ran through my body, my arms clenching my stomach as my vision flashed clear and back to blur. Everything was burning, my mouth going dry as I tried to move again, making one small step.

"Please- AHHHHH"

My body dropped, my fingers dug into the ground under me while I gasped for breath. What the hell was happening to me, what had he done.

Then everything went quiet, the pain running through my stopping as my vision  went ultra violet. I lifted my head, my body still feeling heavy as my eyes darted around. Everything was vast shades of purple and red, the colours mixing yet making everything clearer. I could see Michael, his claws against yoongi neck, I could see the look of horror on his face. I could perfectly see jin lifting everything in the distance. It felt like all my senses had been heightened, I could hear the wind blowing in the trees, smell the alcohol from the pub a few miles back, everything felt... amazing.

My ears twitched as I could hear the wind storm that had begun around my feet, my hairs on my legs standing on end as I let my head fall down. I watched as the wind moved, it's pace picking up a little; this was Michael's power after all.

"FUK-AHA"

Within seconds my finger tips started burning, the pain and heat flowing through my whole body as I still struggled to keep myself up. I could feel a frenzy happening, my body twitching and reacting on it's own while my brain still tried to understand what was happening around me. I felt angry, hungry, scared, everything at once and my body was trying to react, the understand and it hurt like hell.

What happened next was like a smudged image on a phone, My body just moved. My hand flung to the side, yoongis body following as I through him away from michaels grip, (even through I was a few feet away).His dark eyes stared at me, a smirk making its way to his lips while his body lowered to a stance. It felt like the control I had over my body had gone, everything being on instinct as I felt my claws grow and the sudden urge to kill taking over.

Kill

Who cares what was happening to me, how it was happening, he needed to die, he deserved to die.

Kill

He had turned me into this, he made me this angry, he ruined everything. I couldn't stop this odd feeling that was building up in my stomach, my legs and arms trying to move without hesitation as my eyes stayed glued to Michael. After all, he raised me.

Kill.