DARK ; vampire!au

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Mixed feelings.

Work was boring. There was only one moment of entertainment that caused my wide smile to make an appearance. It was actually hilarious. The look on his face, my goodness. He looked pissed, irritated, confused. Thank God I didn't walk into anything-

Why am I still talking about this?

Anyways.

Right now, I'm losing my mind. To prepare for tonight, I needed practice. It started with just the treadmill, then some push-ups, and now I'm releasing every ounce of emotion out on a punching bag. I've never hit anything or anyone this hard in my entire life.

I have a lot that's built up inside me over the years. A lot that I can't talk to anyone about or I'll just explode. I haven't shed not one tear, because with one, comes thousands. I would become a waterfall of endless tears. I hate the feeling of bawling your eyes out, it makes me selfish because there are others with worse problems, a horrible life. I'm still alive, that's good enough. But I still hurt, every day.

Too many emotional scars to count.

"Ten more minutes."

Keep going. Keep trying. Just move.

With every strike comes a sensational feeling of belief. I believe I can do this. I'm not alone and I won't be alone. I haven't my met the others, who are probably just as much of a nervous wreck as I am right now. You never know what could happen out there. And that's why I'm scared. I admit it, I am. Who wouldn't be?

"Five minutes."

I stopped, closing my eyes and inhaling as much oxygen as possible. And when my chest heaves with disoriented breaths, I almost shudder. I'm more anxious than I've ever been in this moment. There's so much adrenaline running through my veins that I'm vibrating with anticipation.

"It's time."

My eyes pop open, revealing the punching bag. It's dented from the amount of punches I've been throwing at it. In my head, I pictured a vampire's face. Their red eyes, sharp fangs, and the pain I caused. They deserve to be ripped apart like their innocent victims.

Fuck vampires.

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"You look nervous."

"I am."

Jeon eyes me as I adjust the belt across my waist, layered over a protective leather suit. Attached to the thick belt is several weapons. Anything I could use to blow those motherfuckers up.

I almost forgot again. He's one of them.

"But .." I sighed.

"I'm beyond ready."

He nods in agreement, crossing his arms. Not once has he doubted me. Not once has he looked at me differently. He knows what I'm capable of. Shit, I'm where I am because of him. A vampire helped me. How ironic is that.

But the hate will always be there. There is less of him and more of them. They're heartless demons, he's a different breed.

Very different.

He definitely has a story to tell. Vampires don't fight vampires. The hate is in him too. He despises his own kind. I'll figure out why, one day.

"Okay, Angel. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, Jeon."

He looks me in the eyes and I pause for a second. There's an urge there. To thank him, hug him. Hold him in my arms.

He won't be there with me. There will be others but they're not .. him.

Before my brain could even comprehend what I wanted to do, I felt a pair of strong arms around my body. He's pulling me in and I instantly fall into the comforting feeling of his skin. I needed this warmth. This is what I longed for.

I forgot how it felt to be embraced.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Thank you for everything."