That night, chilly and dark. His body aching, vision all too blurry to see anything before him. Walking mindlessly into the fog. His heart clenching, not able to forgive himself for leaving everything behind. Leaving him, once again. More painful this time than the last, barely managing to leave the human's side before darting out of his home, not daring to look back. The guilt, and regret all to much to bear. There's absolutely not a chance of him even glancing in that direction, afraid he'd turn back, persuaded by his human's presence. He felt the weight of the bond returning to him, hitting him heavily with tons of lingering emotions. The bond shattering his heart, weakening him with the distance between them. Although he wasn't quite aware of how much the bond could affect the human, he knew exactly what long heartbreaking distance could do to him. It would kill him. Surely. Rip his chest inside out, until the pain consumed him. With that in mind, his feet paced. Running to somewhere he didn't know, but he knew she'd show herself. Irene would always make herself known, he felt she was watching him somehow. Like she always did.

He kept searching, making sure his presence wasn't concealed so that she'd easily find him. Taehyung didn't want the witch to trick him, and head toward the kingdom, a slight fear she never intended to speak with him alone, just to get him away from Jungkook instead. Irene surely didn't suspect he would actually listen, so he chose the element of surprise this time. No waiting. No more games. He'd make sure this all ended, if in the end he had to kill her, resulting in his own death, that's what he'd have to do. Either way, she was defeated going to die. Her death was written in blood on Taehyungs palms, and he was positively ready to get rid of that bitch. He couldn't put the blame really on her, but it felt right. It was all her fault for haunting him like that, invading his thoughts, his dreams. Disgraceful images, terrifying moments all imprinted in his mind.

Taehyung could be in bed with Jungkook, laying beside him, holding him close, listening to the sound of his every breath, feeling his warmth. But, no. He's out in the night, shivering darkness, putting himself on display for a witch to find him. Being truly pissed was an understatement, not only did he have deep hatred for Irene, he obtained this animalistic aggression against her. Not to long after she threatened Jungkook, his entire brain had rewired. The words spewing out of her mouth came out like mumbles, and he saw red, he wanted to kill her. Make her suffer. Destroy her completely, forever. He wanted her to hurt like she hurt him, killing her didn't seem like enough, no, it was mercy to kill that bitch. Murdering a witch was basically putting her out of her own misery. She didn't deserve mercy, that would just be such a joke. Irene deserved so much worse. He couldn't even get the words out of how much he hated her. Loathed her.

Wandering aimlessly, the time suddenly went by. The sun slowly rising, brightening the area around him, although he could already see, the sun hit his skin without any feeling. No pain, no heat. It was just light on his skin, almost numbing. Once morning came, he stopped. An overwhelming feeling came crashing down on him like a bucket of ice cold water. A sharp knife being torn into his chest, twisting the pointing blade in circles. It was aching, and so intense. His chest burned, and it felt so empty. The non-existent mark on his neck stung, like it was burning his skin, but freezing it at the same time. He felt anger, hatred, sadness. So many emotions swirled at once, he gripped his head in pain, screaming out in pain.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Taehyung's veins pulsed in his throat, and his eyes nearly rolled back at the pain. He tried to catch himself, but his knees gave out and he reached the ground. He held his chest, teeth clenching as his head settled to the ground. The excruciating pain becoming unbearable. He was weak. Not knowing if he fed recently, not really knowing anything, his mind far to jumbled to come up with common sense of a thought. The sudden wave of disappointment hit him, his chest baring the wound. The words that reached him without being said, the need to reach his ears more desperate than being spoke aloud. Why? He knew what it was, it was the bond. Jungkook. His human felt this pain and the bond was punishing him. Serverly. The feeling of dissatisfaction and disappointment were the most prominent. Words spoken that he didn't need to hear. You promised.

Taehyung...

He couldn't distinguish this voice, it was a mixture of something sinister and something angelic. Something everlastingly warm, and the other torturously cold. He could only hold in a soundless whimper, as he hurt so much. Pain wasn't new to Taehyung, but there is only so much he could bear. When it came to Jungkook, he was so infuriatingly weak. Collapsing to his knees like this, squeezing his chest, gasping for air with his head against the ground like a overwhelmed peasant. The sight was incredibly pathetic. A king, bowing to the pain of a bond with a human. A great vampire king, born not bitten, grown not frozen once upon a time. What would his parents say to him if they saw him now? "Get up Taehyung! You look pathetic" His mind screamed at him, those voices hidden as his parents. But, they wouldn't say such a thing. Not in that way. He could hear his father's soothing voice whispering to him, "It's okay to hurt, sweety. You're strong. You can overcome this, I'm with you." Yet, another lie. A sweet lie. His parents so caring, so very smart. Stronger than him. But, dead. They weren't here. It was yet again, just another useless whisper, and of course at his weakest the darkness had found him.

The air around him grew thicker, and more sinister. A loud frustratingly sick laugh filled his ears like siren. The sound made his stomach turn, he felt as if he'd vomit any moment. The world turning upside down, and flipping backwards, enough to just make his gut spew blood. It covered his entire body with goosebumps, as his strength withered with distress.

"Oh my~ Look what we have here?" Irene's voice approaches, low, teasing and sly. Just like the slytherin her soul was, sinister and dark. The witch took long and dreadful strides. Her piercing eyes, intensively targeted toward Taehyung's slumped body. She watched him glare at her defensively, showing his sharp fangs, and letting some color shine to his eyes.

"Irene.." Taehyung groaned, his tone warning her. Although he knew nothing would come of it, whatever she pictured to do, those events would come about. She wasn't someone who just stepped away, no, Irene would come back, time and time again until she stopped existing. That is why he must kill her, he must put her to rest. Having her around would always be a danger to him, no matter how much of a sweet tone she would put on. He knew the monster hidden beneath the surface of a sick face.

"You actually came~" Irene cheers, her hands clasping together in one quite k motion. She can tell he's weak, her eyes make sure to catch every single detail of his weakened state. After all, she taught him all that she knew. Her spells, her ways. Irene was a very powerful witch, able to summon creatures that Taehyung could fight in order to strength himself. He was young and reckless, but not an unpure soul. Taehyung never wanted to kill those creatures, he fought against them with respect, and always kept a smile on his face. He called it training. Instead she used them as pawns, she referred to it as target practice. The odd thing about her little sessions was that the creatures she summoned were vicious, monster-like beings, and yet when she left their presence and a little Taehyung was the only one there. The creatures changed, they became angelic, sprouted flowers, some stayed the same, but wore smiles instead of frowns. They liked him. They played with him. His parents always taught him about animal behavior, how they can just tell a good person from a bad one. Having sinister nature didn't make you a bad person, of course it was how you used it.

"You threatened him." Taehyung snarled, his hand balling into tight fist, making them tremble with anger. His lips curling with disgust as he spoke, not afraid to spit out his hatred toward the witch. After the scorching pain in his chest, he knew that the human felt rage toward him, and he couldn't tell whether or not he would be forgiven. The pain did not stop, merely became somewhat bearable. Taehyung didn't think he'd be able to win Jungkooks trust back, he feared the human may never want him back. So he decided to make sure the witch died. To make sure that she would be eliminated, even if it meant killing himself as well. Why did he have to be linked to her? What of this curse could ever benefit him? His parents weren't here to see their child, so the hell was the point? His existence is to be tethered to darkness, put on a leash like an animal. To follow behind her like a lost puppy. Just the mere thought, Taehyung turned his face away with disgust.

"Oh come on, it was just a little joke..." Irene frowns, she places both hands on her hips, shaking her head slowly. The pride growing within her chest, that she had him just where she wanted him. Out of the human's reach, and into her hands. Placed on his knees, kneeling in his weak state as he should. This is the price that should be paid for a foolish vampire marking a human. Their souls could never bond, one magical, the other empty. Humans weren't magical, this bond would only ever be one sided. How could her precious little monster be such a reckless fool? She thought her training made some sort of an impact on him, apparently not. "You weren't meant to bond with human's. You were born worthy of more, and yet you continuously lower yourself for this human. This human who does nothing for you in return. He takes your power, your everything, having you at his feet, kneeling to him, and yet you lick his shoes. Where is your self respect, little monster? I taught you better than that~"

"I taught you better than that, didn't I Taehyung?"

"Lady Irene..."

"You've disappointed me, little monster."

"B-but...Lady Ire-"

"What was the rule, Taehyung?"

"P– please..they've done nothing

wro—"

"TAEHYUNG, THE RULE!!!"

"I-if I love you.....I must kill for you, protect you, and care for you. No mercy for those who stand our way."

"Good, very good, little monster. Be a good boy, and kill them."

"Lady—"

"Don't you love me, Taehyung?"

"What's wrong, little monster? Having trouble?" Irene teases. She smirks because she can tell, she knew exactly what the vampire before her was thinking about, despite not being able to read his thoughts, she just knew. That was how she worked, knowing things she just shouldn't. No matter how strong he was, her power was no match for Taehyung. So she weakened him with trickery, magnificent planning, and patience. Surprisingly following through non-stop.

"Don't call me that." Taehyung hissed. Holding his head, the memory flashing before his eyes, scarring the image. How awful life use to be. He never understood why he was so foolish then. He straightened his posture, standing tall and broad before the witch. Irene didn't get to say those words about Jungkook, not when his human was so special, so perfect, so giving. She was wrong in so many ways. She didn't get to say those words. "You dare speak ill of him? Those hypocritical words, for who? You must've forgotten that it was you, Irene. You did those things to me, I gave you more than you deserved. You are lucky I stand before you now. Lucky to be in my presence. I don't need you Irene and you hate that. I don't love you, and I realised that I never did. You hate him, because I love him. You envy a human because you could never be him, and you will never be him. You know that I see you for what you are. Nothing."

The witch grinds her teeth together at Taehyungs pride. His image so confident, yet not even a smudge of amusement. He was serious, and spoke with a meaningful heart. Irene chuckled humorlessly, lifting her hands to fold defensively against her chest, hiding the angry beating inside her chest, pulsing harshly against the skin.

"You think I care for the human? That I could ever envy someone so pathetic? You think he really cares for you? He and his father only seek pures, it's all in his DNA. The human wants to finish his father's legacy, that's why he let you loose, to get to your family, to kill them all Taehyung. He hates vampires, his whole family hates them. You think he could actually make an exception for you?"

Taehyungs head twists. He squints his eyes, mind swirling with memory. Her words repeating in his head, something just not sitting right. Something so wrong with something she said, yet he couldn't figure out. Sway with words, poetic rhythm. Things she couldn't have known, shouldn't have known, and yet she did. He must've missed something, skipped over something so important. A detail at the tip of his brain, yet unable to draw forth. What was it? What the hell was it?

"How do you know that?"

"Know what?"

"Pures. You— " Taehyung's mind flashes with memory. The flowing words and images laying out flat before his eyes once again, and suddenly everything becomes so very clear. All the events that happened current placed after one another. The chill he felt, the whispers, the events that were too perfectly placed within certain time frames. "It was all you!"

"What do you mean?" Irene turns her head innocently, furrowing her brows with a light chuckle seeing Taehyungs strong accusation. He snaps his hands toward her, trying to find the words. Everything coming down to fast in such a large rush. He couldn't understand. Finally, those missing pieces were matched and put together, how could he not of figured it out so much sooner.

"You— it was you. The letters. The vampires! You were the one who betrayed my family. My— ...my– parents. You— you bitch!" Taehyung launched at her, his legs giving out. That damn bond weakened him, the pain giving way from his strong, and growing rage. The bubbling he felt in his chest with the sudden realization that it was always her. Always that damn witch ruining his life, yet again! Once again it was all her, and he didn't even consider it. The letter wrote to Jungkooks father, talking nonsense about pures, having initials of his parents and himself. Misleading those vampire hunters, using their weapons. Reapers. Bribing reapers so they could kill his family, unprepared his parents were killed. Unprepared they died without a single breath. Young and torn, he hadn't even noticed. Waking up to a new morning like everyday, yet that day his parents never returned.

Irene murmurs a spell in the midst of her shock, smirking at the weakened body of such a strong vamp.

"Such a pitiful, little monster. The monster I created wasn't this weak. See, Taehyung? It's the human making you so weak. This is your punishment for marking a human." She crawls toward him, her spell flowing out with a sinful purple, the enchantment flowing through her smoke. Seeping it's way into Taehyungs body, paralyzing him and making him unconscious. His body drops with a sudden thump, flat on the ground. She shakes her head, swiping her hands as if to get rid of dust, and whistling to single someone.

"Choi, be a dear and get your pet to carry his body for me." She waves her hand at the newcomer, a thin figure coming in. Dropping down from the tall structure above her head, she doesn't flinch when the newcomers feet crack the ground beneath her feet with it's impact. She roles her eyes, and motions her head towards the body for the figure to lift. The figure reaches down for Taehyung, cupping at his waist, trying to find a way to lift him. "Careful with him, now. Wouldn't want to damage the goods just yet." She calls behind her. Watching the thin figure with a side eye.

The figure, who clears up it's image. His frame that of a pale skinned vampire. Thin, yet strong. The strength of his kind empowering him. He gives a small smile to the lady, and carefully lifts the older vampire that lay slump on the ground, now leaning on his shoulder. He holds tight around Taehyungs waist, and let his older hand take rest in his pocket. Carrying Taehyungs weight like a sack of potatoes. He eyes Lord Choi before walking closer to Lady Irene. He remembered this smell, this feeling of aura. It was the same feeling when he and Lord Choi invaded King Jeon's quarters. That same day, he felt it. The dominance, the possession, the strength that put pressure on his throat. This couldn't be the same man, slump weakly on his shoulder. Unbelievable.

"Of course, Lady Irene. Where to?"

"Goldernia."

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The Underworld was quiet. More silent then it had ever been. Everyone could feel the tense air that dread over the people closest to the king. They could feel the misery and hate. No one dared question the human, or their Lord. No one gossiped, they just kept on like normal. They knew matters would be settled, still so very curious. Just to respectful of their royals to dare invade anyone's privacy. The matter didn't involve them, so for now they would stay put of it, but always be at their royals call when needed. They looked to Lord Min as if late. Knowing their Kings heavy presence was missing, they knew he would be in charge, once again. They also knew the elders would rain hell on Taehyungs disappearance. The old bastards always sticking their nose in the so called "well-being" of vampires. The Underworld was the most successful at it's family. In numbers The Underworld had quite the few of vampires, compared to other covens. Yes, The Underworld wasn't just a place, it was a coven. Well, the official name of the coven was "". It simply faded with time, though others still are within the coven. Members are just referred to as part of The Underworld society, that was a prize within itself.

Others admired their unity, and strength. The hardworking people within it, constantly proved they were a coven not to be fucked with. Intimidation was one thing, but they didn't just intimidate the other covens, the pedestal for vampires within The Underworld was very high. Every vampire wanted to come there, it was the place to be for newborns. Knowing they'd be in good hands. Respectful and understanding hands. Their vampires were most respected and seen as cleansed. It was a mere joke that they were the pure vampires, blood unity untainted. It was a nickname, a foolish thought. That's how the coven name

katharótita came to be. Meaning "purity" it's meant as hope. But, also as a responding joke to those who mocked their ways. They weren't vicious like other covens, who hunted in mass groups for fun. No one there was pure. They were just survivors. Vampires who wanted to be alive again. Vampires who just wanted to live, without judgment, without fear or hunger.