GoldFang

Chapter 3

"What the fuck is going on?" Y/N says with a voice too hoarse to be recognized as her own, "How do you know my name?" she urges on pushing her vocal cords to their limits. From the moment her eyes fell on his face and the connection of it with the name and memory was made, it has felt as if she's living an out-of-this-world experience. Maybe it's a very, very, very bad dream she guesses at some point. But how could it? She feels the sharp pain of every single one of her injuries.

A person can feel emotional pain during dreams, she's certainly woken up due to fright or heartbreak on nights full of night terrors that included Max and her yearning for him. It would explain her broken heart right now, or her confusion, her madness, her fear. But it wouldn't explain the open wounds on her head and body.

It's definitely real. But how?

Max, or well, Jungkook, as he seems to be referred to by JaYu and be responsive to, is still atop of her, with a lost look on his face. His is blood-spattered and his fangs are still present yet his aura, the emotion in eyes despite the blood dripping next to them, the sharpness in his features have completely changed.

He looks almost as lost as Y/N feels.

Y/N's vision gets a bit blurry, she notices it's due to her watery eyes. The lump in her throat makes itself present the longer she stares at him in search of some sign that this isn't Max. Just some lookalike of him. But everything is there, the shape of his eyes and lips, the size of his nose, the mole under his bottom lip. Even the barely visible scar on his cheekbone. The one she's caressed with her fingertips over and over again countless times. She loved that scar, despite that he displayed remorse towards it. The first time she ever gave any type of kiss to him, Max, it was because of this scar. She would recognize it anywhere. No amount of witchery with spells and potions could make an identical one to it. No two things can ever be exactly the same. There's always going to be little things that are different. And she's studied her lover so much that she'd never miss a difference.

Yet, this doesn't make sense. It can't. He can't be a vampire. And even if he has turned into one...why would he abandon her like that? Why would he be going under the name 'Jungkook' and pretend to be JaYu's brother? A Jeon?

She can't think of any reasons for him to do this, yet again, if it wasn't him he wouldn't react to the ring. He wouldn't call her real name like that, he wouldn't look so confused and perhaps broken right now. No one else but them knew.

"Please tell me you're not, Max."

Despite the questions and the pleads that Y/N has thrown at him he doesn't answer. He is simply staring at her with a confused and scared face. She can't comprehend it right now but there's also disbelief that's spreading as a tight feeling across his chest. It might not be believable but he's not far away from her own feelings in terms of relation. She notices his eyes scanning her face for any sign to be enough proof to him that it's not her. Yet, the way she pronounced that name- Chills are sent down his spine. He can't recall a moment in the last five years that someone has referred to him with that name, and even if they have in discussion of his past, there wasn't the same warmth in it. It wouldn't make his heart feel embraced in the arms of love. That feeling, oh that feeling...Only she has made him experience it.

The one that made him feel tingly all over his body by just being lovingly stared at by her. The comfort he felt when she would caress his hair as he'd laid his head on her lap, and he'd slowly be put to sleep by the relaxing motion. The warmth he'd feel spread across his chest when she'd lay next to him, with her head on his chest and she'd drift away to sleep after a tiring or stressful day. The way she'd smile at him when he'd do whatever really. He made her smile and it was the biggest prize he could ever be given.