This situation isn't actually serious, correct? Nearly impossible coincidence, that the same witch that he summoned for literally help against another witch he could not get rid of, was the answer to all of their problems. Someone had to have some laugh right now, right? Where was the joke? The frustrating time consuming days, weeks, months and yet the answer of the simpliest solution which seemed like a tragedy only seconds ago. If possible, the thought of the bothersome joke ending would be marvelous as of now.

"What the hell do you mean?" Yoongi is first to speak, I volume elevated, breath raged with a hidden coat of tired desperation, and frustration.

Seoyeon struck right between the eyes with hesitation. She didn't really understand, what had she missed that would've given her any hint? Was the witch in the wrong? She surely thought everyone was aware of her creation of Taehyung, as it was written in deep black ink, saved on a thin sheet of paper. She was one of the only witches to ever create a birthed vampire for royalty. She thought legends or tales would've been told by now, but of course she missed out on many things. Like the death of the kings. Maybe they died far too early for actually sharing the news and passing it on. A pity really.

Had Taehyung truly thought Irene was his creator? Did they all believe this? That could only be explained for why such a powerful created being as he was trapped by a evil spirited weakling. Irene wasn't the weakest, but surely not the strongest, her powers couldn't protest that fact. It all made since to her now, the reason Irene would intrude so dangerously on thin ropes with her creation.

What Seoyeon had yet to still understand was what exactly happened between Irene and Taehyung, and why she had any motivation to do this? So confusing to her, she knew the witch was a complete lunatic about birthed vampires, the desire to create these beings for her own sport. Using them as her army, her slaves, she would rant on and on about them. Oh how Seoyeon despised her, the aura the other witch constantly gorged herself is was completely sickening. Yes, she's made it known that she knew previously of Irene, but never actually explained how.

Before she can speak Yoongi is on his feet, pacing around and about to erupt.

"You meant to tell me you knew her all this time? And you knew she never created him?!!" He's furious. It's obvious. But, there's fear. True terror and it comes to a very deep realization that hes only frustrated and furiously worried for his friend. However, she wasn't to blame, he knew that. The anger was his only response. He knew that not once before did he ever address the witche's name, to his foolish disappointment.

"I'm sorry for not stating, had I known you needed this information I would've addressed it earlier." The witch moves slowly, closing in the space between her and the other presences in the room, nearly forgetting they were there. She shares a glance with the human, who looks dazed, and confused. Probably unknown to alot of things. The newborn comforting him slightly, a hand on the human's shoulder. His eyes however, on the witch. He's a protective one for sure.

"I know you're concerned for your friend, I am concerned for his being as well, as a promise to the late kings."

Yoongi chuckles darkly, snapping up to meet her gaze, shredding any competition within her soul that would dare fight back. "F-friend?" He whispers aggressively. His teeth clenched. "He isn't my friend. That's my brother out there, do you understand me? I raised that kid, I was there for him when he shut down after that bitch of a person ruined his entire life! Where were you? Aren't creators connected to their creations?! We needed help, the kings needed help, Taehyung needed help. He never told me about what the witch did, but I'm not stupid enough to believe she didnt do something to him. I watched him disappear during the days, ecstatic, naive. Suddenly his will to live wasn't his own. Where were you, Seoyeon?"

Seoyeon dumbfounded, didn't know what to say. Feeling suddenly a bit to blame. "I-... I'm sorry, I didn't know this. I really am deeply sorry for what's happened. After creating Taehyung, I never asked for any favors, I didn't want a child's life especially of friends to serve as my protector. I gave the kings a child simply because they asked."

She takes a deep sigh, recollecting herself in the remembrance of her old friends. Recently finding out their death, it had yet to actually make any impact on her. However, the feeling weighed too heavy now.

"Witches were being hunted, and I needed to keep myself and my creations safe. Had they known at that time I created the prince, they would've purposefully hunted me down, to -in result- end the prince's life. My safety would result in Taehyungs safety, so I was unwilling to take the kings protection for a price in return for their son's creation."

Seoyeon repositions herself, everything felt too tense and the pressure was becoming a ton of bricks on her shoulders. Her presence and posture reflected their own, so she needed to take a step ahead. No more worries, no more sadness and frustration. The goal was to help Taehyung in any way possible not to feel sorry or guilty for him. Sorrow does not help any more or less than guilt. The good news is, they did know somewhat of his location, tracked through Jungkook's connection to Taehyung. However in the attempt it was countered and therefore revealed to another witch, a very hostile witch. The threat. Who Seoyeon happened to know quite a few things about.

"I think I have a bit a information that might be useful, first however, I need you to tell me exactly what she's convinced Taehyung to believe."

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Taehyung released a strangled breath as his ribs squeezed tightly together. The pain pinching terribly into his sides, pulling all the way at his chest. The tug was strong, like something yanking and playing tug of war with his soul. His body fell forward with a loud crashing thump, and his vision started to blur. The deep grumble within depths of his stomach was extremely hard to miss as the ache grew, an ache he wasn't so use to feeling. The more his stomach rumbled, the deeper his mind spiraled, as if he was falling. Dropping down a dark well with increasing speed, he could feel himself become colder, as cold as the rigid concrete beneath him, that slowly become so numb.

What was this feeling?

This terrible aching was far worse than starving for a few years, no, he felt parched. His throat restricted itself almost to preserve some moisture it didn't have. Every breath was painful, feeling his ribs expand and contact, but with the feeling of someone crushing his body, rangling him like a soaked rag.

Hunger.

The world became darker, his mind fuzzy. Clouding his true thoughts within his subconscious as if he were floating. Hovering above his own body, watching down at his slumped form.

He flinched when suddenly a sinister hiccuped laughter filled his mind. Loud and obnoxiously taunting him. Over and over it rang, like an annoying alarm that wouldn't turn off. Wanting to cover his ears, Taehyung realised he couldn't. No matted how much he pulled, it wasn't enough. He couldn't tell if he was just too weak, or the restraints were too strong.

"Look how pathetic you are, little monster."

God, that damned voice! Get away! He's chained, shivering, helpless and here evil has come to mock him. When would it end? The shame, the helplessness. Was there truly nothing he could do? His mind was slipping away and once again he was on his knees broken at the feet of darkness.

Irene bends down to his trembling body, the glory on her face was hard to miss, that sadistic smile taking place when she had her molded creature right where she wanted him. At her feet. Crawling helplessly before her, begging for mercy.

"Oh~ my little monster! I'm sorry I have to treat you this way, it hurts me child. But, you need to learn, you need to be swayed. You aren't on the right path, your loyalties are with the wrong people. I can't have you looking at another the way you use to look at me. I love you, you'll be my little monster. Wont you?" She cradles her hand around his face, as his chin digs into her palm. It's almost as if he would give in and lay his head in a false cherishing hold, but he snaps his head away, scoffing with disgust. Eyes glaring into her being with a familiar glint. "Hey, little monster. It's nice to see you again."

"F-fuck! YOU!!"

Snatching his body away, Taehyung is caught up in the chains, that are wrapped with a dark purple magic, the same color as Irene's unforgettable irises. They tightened with her power, until the length of the chain had laced itself around Taehyungs entire being, spiraling around his throat.

She hissed.

"Fine."

Taking her hands and swirling them in a small motion, she ignites the chains until they turn a bright hot red. Sizzling and burning at his skin. Immediately rejoicing at his weak screams, filling the silence of the broken Kingdom.

"If you wont play nice, I'll have to force it in you. Little monsters need discipline. You remember all the training I taught you? Your purpose to me? As your creator. You owe me your life. I gave you life, so with your life you should protect mine."

"Y...y-yofcu're....sof-fulflofnit!!

The witch turns her head, chuckling.

"Oh? What was that? Can't hear you, monster, speak up!" Irene laughs sickly at the scene, her eyes running wild. Such a powerful being at her feet, weak and disheveled. It was all so very funny.

The chains rumble again, taking the air away from his lungs, as he choked on each breath, with the sizzling of fire. His body jerking and gasping for mercy. Unable to move his limbs, he could only try stretching out his body for freedom. As he slowly faded in and out of consciousness. Dizzy, and strained with starvation and pain. Excruciating, and relentless torment.

"You know, it's crazy that being a birthed vampire has so many strengths, and yet many more weaknesses." Irene releases the tight hold on the chains, letting the bright hot iron of the chains cool down. Bringing them back to their chillingly cold temperature. "Your standard vampires don't need to breathe, their blood is basically nonexistent, almost like mud. However you, a birthed vampire, could die just from me strangling you. Your blood is almost beyond that of a human pumping through your veins, yet cold as can be."

Taehyung gasps for air as he slightly calms, his throat still feeling restrained and tightened. Hardly listening to her words, he didn't want to hear them.

"It's as if you have the the benefits of a vampire, yet the weaknesses of a human and the power of a witch."

Irene stands fully, stepping away from Taehyung as she collects her thoughts, laughing that the irony. Completely comfortable, knowing Taehyung would break one way or another. The birthed vampire was bathed in darkness and couldn't run from it forever. Pushing it away, while building that darkness until it will finally take away everything. Leaving nothing but a perfectly molded doll behind. A little toy monster.

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Seoyeon placed her hands over Yoongis, her smile genuine. Listening to his words with a growing discomfort and worry. Her disappointment with not knowing and being so far away to help. What difference she could've made for Taehyungs life, his light that had seemed fo diminish.

"You mean to tell me, Taehyungs been brainwashed, fell in love with her over some spell, a witch somehow helped him realise it and he possibly confronted her while cutting ties leading to the sudden murder of the kings while he was away and the banishment of Irene?"

Yoongi nodded in confomation. Looking over to Jungkook who was just in absolute shock. All of this nearly knew information. What happened around him that he just didn't know? Why did everyone exclude him like he was some child?

"Are you serious? When you told me his parents were murdered by reapers that wasn't even a peice of the story?!" Jungkook snarls. His mind shaken, not even knowing what to think about everything Yoongi just told Irene. Taehyung was raised by this witch? The same person he supposedly had relations with far more than family. What type of sick manipulation was this witch up to? Why had anyone allowed that to carry on? He was a child, a young mind so easily lured. Was no one around to realise their child was leaving to see this wicked women every single day?!

"Where the hell was anyone?! You said you raised him Yoongi! Did no one realise the damn prince had been gone half the day every single day?!! What the hell? Am I the only one who thinks its fucking mysterious no one figured this out long before the kings were murdered. By the way, reapers! Reapers! You mean to tell me a hundred vampires can't take down a few reapers?! Am I just being too obnoxious or what? Does it truly make sense at all?!!" Jungkook hops out of the chair, firing his lungs out feeling somewhat outraged towards the both of them for allowing such a thing to slip by their sight so easily, possibly some of the strongest people on this earth and they couldn't figure out a single witch was brainwashing someone thu claimed to care about so very much.

"Jungkook, just please stop."

"Why?! You never tell me anything. Jimin tells me nothing. Taehyung tells me nothing! Everyone here tells me absolutely nothing!! It makes me fucking crazy just thinking about how much could've been avoided if people just fucking told me things!!!"

Jimin places a hand on Jungkooks shoulder who instead snaps his body away, pushing the other away, turning back to face every one of them.

"Jungkook, there are things you just won't understand oka—"

"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?!!! YOU TELL ME NOTHING!!" Jungkook growls in frustration grabbing at his scalp. It burned so bad, he felt like he'd have a painful headache soon. "I completely understand things. I am an adult, yet everyone treats me like some little child. I get it, I'm the human around here. Taehyungs little precious fragile toy, 'everyone be careful with him~' yeah, I fucking know alright?" His tone mocking the others, nostrils practically flaring at this point.

"There are more important things to be so angry about. I doubt us telling you anything will help Taehyung be in any less danger." Yoongi says, growing annoyed with the constant accusations. Taehyung was still out there somewhere, trying to protect this human and yet he's here screaming about unshared secrets? Definitely a child.

"See? Overlooked. Never taken seriously. Dont you understand if Taehyung would've just told me, and trusted me. He wouldn't have been out there right now. Who knows? Maybe you would've gotten Seoyeon somehow to get the damn witch off his back. No one knows what the hell could've happened because you dont try. You never give me a chance to actually have an opinion of my own. It's always chosen for me." Jungkook strains, voice borderline angry, but almost whiney as if he would cry now

"Look Jungkook, we care about your opinion we just don't think it's the right time for your tantrum." Yoongi fires back. His voice somewhat stern, like a mom speaking to her misbehaving child. The witch watches narrowly, but nodding her head to in a way, agree. Jimin is seen slightly nodding his head as well in agreement with Yoongi, still a bit shocked that Jungkook was so hostile toward him.

"A tantrum, yeah? Wow. It's crazy how all you look exactly like Taehyung. Your words. You all see me the same. I don't have my choices, yet he chose this."

Yoongi balls his fists tight.

"He chose this because of you!!"

Jungkook nearly gasps, his eyes widen. Anger pouring out his eyes, the red nearly blinding his vision. "Me?!! So now it's my fault? You're just like him, you're like all of them! Blaming your choices on me. As if it's my fault. I didnt ask you to do this for me! He never gave me a chance to have my own opinion, he will never ask me. He chose this on his own. You always choose things for me! And then blame me for your choice! I NEVER asked to be protected! I never begged to treated like the little fragile human! I never asked to have to my kingdom taken away! I never asked to be Taehyungs marked one! I never asked for you to pretend you care. You all decided that for yourselves. You did. Not me."

Jimin appears hurt, the rest confused but not sure. The whole subject was just jumbled and too much. All this confusion wasn't needed, all the tension wasn't needed. It was supposed to be about Taehyung. They didnt have all the time in the world to whine about every past incident.

"Why now? Why do you have to start all this mess right now, when Taehyung needs help and could very well be in serious danger? Hmm? I would like to know?" The oldest vampire folds his arms looking over to the other two who've been oddly quiet with all this, however Yoongi could not go on silent, especially with this nonsense

"I'm tired. I'm done. I'm so frustrated, and so done with being hurt because no one around me will allow me to think for myself. I can't ask questions. I wont understand. I'm human. I'm too young. I'm weak. I'm reckless. I hear it always. "Nows not the time." "Another day" "someday" "soon" "whenever Taehyung wants to tell you" "whenever hes ready" "you wouldn't understand, Jungkook". The human rambles on and on until the eldest becomes furious enough to cut it all to an end.

"ENOUGH! Alright, Jungkook?! That's enough! We get it and understand, and we can't do anything about that! So would you please stop being such a child about it and let us do something useful for actually save Taehyungs life. Or would you rather he gets himself killed because of you?"

"Yoongi!?" Jimin shrieks. Looking at Jungkook whose lips tremble and fists tighten. He can't help, but just watch apologetically as his friend is seen visibly hurt by the words. He understand Jungkook completely, but knows that Yoongi really wants to help Taehyung, however that was so uncalled for. Jungkook is obviously worried as well, probably more so than the rest of them. He was just putting his frustration out before him. "Jungkook he didn— Jungkook?!! Hey! Come b- Jungkook!!"

The youngest vampire scrambles after Jungkook as the human huffs away with angry pants hands shaking, as he slams a door right on Jimins face. Stupidly he just stood there for a moment, sad for his friend who just wants to be heard. He knows Jungkook hates being weak, hates feeling like he can't help someone he cares about. It hurts more knowing what his friend is going through yet unable to speak a word. Putting his head down he just stands there at the door, when he hears a small cry. The pain in his chest tightened as he felt worse. Heaven and hell, he was such a bad friend. He should've helped Jungkook, spoke with him not for him. Why the hell was he just silent when his friend needed him to speak? Why was he always speaking for Jungkook when his friend wanted to speak on his own?

He marches away from the door, feeling a new protectiveness and anger. Walking straight in on Seoyeon and Yoongi who are probably coming up with plans or talking about what happened. His glare directed at Yoongi as he grabs the elders shirt in a tight ball, standing him on his feet off the chair, in front of the witch who quietly gasps.

"What the—"