Clatter.

I flinched again, hearing the loud thud of the plate against the table as I tried to stay focused on my own food; but it seemed like Yoongi wasn't having that. After Taehyung and I had retrieved the flowers earlier, the latter was very keen on holding my hand, saying that it was only his right since it was his birthday; I hadn't opposed to it, and Yoongi saw us. He's been wearing a scowl on his face since then. Just my luck, Jin had decided it'd be best to change my seating position, he took my place and I was now seated between Yoongi and Namjoon; facing Taehyung.

I stayed silent, sure that if I said something, I'd only worsen the whole situation; and despite Yoongi being his Hyung, Taehyung didn't really care. Looking over at me, the now blonde gave me a bright smile.

"(Y/N)-ah! Could you please hand over the roasted potatoes?" He requested and I nodded, about to grab the large gold and pink dish that held the aliment when something or someone grabbed my hand.

"Yah, why ask her when they're closer to me?" Yoongi interrupted, grabbing my hand and removing it from the bowl, handing it to Taehyung himself.

The latter scoffed; still not understanding why his cousin was so awry and angry, it's not like he had done anything wrong, he decided to keep his mouth shut though, realizing what the lazy vampire was capable of. I just sat there, watching Yoongi let out a heavy breath before his eyes met mine and he crooked up a brow.

"What?" He asked, bitterness lacing his voice and I just shook my head, looking away from him. "Nothing."

Dinner, later on, went by quietly, the atmosphere in the room quite heavy, even with Taehyung's numerous attempts at cracking up jokes; jokes that I merely smiled at, Namjoon forcefully laughed at and Jin scolded him for. I was about to stand up in order to clean up when Tae stood up as well.

"(Y/N)-ah! It's my birthday! We have to eat cake!" He shouted and I rose my eyebrows.

"Oh yeah... It completely left my mind..." I started before I rose a hand to my chest. I took a deep breath, a striking pain hitting my chest and an unexplainable dizziness hitting me.

"I don't feel so good, I just need to wash my face, I'll be back," I added and he nodded with a small frown.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)-ah?" Jimin questioned. "Do you need me to escort you there?" He asked and I politely shook my head. "No, thank you Jimin, but I'll be okay, I'm just dizzy, I'll be back," I stated and Jin looked at me with worry.

"Take your time, don't rush yourself." He advised and I nodded with a curt smile. "Alright."

I walked upstairs, looking around in order to find the bathroom closest to me when I heard a sound, sound of a running faucet of some sort, or a shower. It came from the east. My eyebrows furrowed as I questioned the sound; I was the only one to leave the table, so why would a faucet be running? As far as I was concerned, all the rooms were in the north wing, so why would a bathroom of the east wing have a running faucet? I didn't question it and simply walked towards the grand purple velvet covered steps and at that moment; my mind completely omitted Jin's rules;

The attic, east and south wing are

Meanwhile, the dining room was left in a tense silence, a silence that crept onto Taehyung's mind before he let out a breath.

"I kissed her." He declared openly, earning the attention of his siblings and brothers; Jimin was the first one to react, standing up, he slammed his hand harshly against the table.

"You what?!" He questioned, his eyebrows furrowing as he eyed his brother with a fiery rage. His eyes soon turned a threatening pink. Bluish green veins forming on his cheeks, as his fangs came out. "And to think you're the one who gave me so much shit for biting her first!"

"It's not the same thing Jimin-Hyung! And you know that!" Taehyung defended as he stood up himself, the same fury in his eyes; but he was still calm enough to not fully turn into his true form. His current blue eyes glared at his judgy brother, not expecting him to react this way.

"Taehyung is right, Jimin," Jin stated, looking over his young cousin. "Biting and kissing are not the same." He spoke, his voice calm but stern before he turned to Taehyung. "What you did isn't right either, Taehyung."

"I kissed her too," Yoongi spoke, his mind racing back to those precious moments as he grabbed his cup of mead and took a sip, watching his brother eye him with a shocked but angry look; actually, angry is an understatement, he was furious.

Jin stood up, his stance scary, causing both Taehyung and Jimin to sit down. Namjoon rubbed his temple. "You caused yourself problems." He stated and Yoongi let out a chuckle.

"Whatcha gonna do, big bro? Kick me out or disown me?" Yoongi asked. It was a rhetorical question obviously and he couldn't help but smirk as he took a sip of his drink.

Jin was pissed, to say the least. He was enraged, furious to the point that his blood was probably boiling in his veins; and much like his cousin, his eyes turned dark blue and a numerous number of veins came out of his face as he turned. Yoongi grinned, allowing his own eyes to turn into a vicious blue as well before he stood up.

The oldest wasn't angry about the kiss; he knew it'd happen eventually, he just didn't think his younger brother, his stupid excuse of a brother, his mediocre brother, the brother he was ashamed to share blood with would be the first to do it, he had always been the first.

In everything.

Everything that came after her.

"Her lips were so soft," Yoongi stated as he walked threateningly slow towards the brother he hated more than life itself; he gave him a large grin before he turned back.

"And do not get me started on her neck." Yoongi didn't even have time to turn around when someone grabbed him and threw him across the room. He collided to the wall, shattering it in the process, causing a pretty large fissure.

"You're lying." Jin spoke, breathless from his bubbling anger. Jimin stood up instantly, running towards his hyung. "Yoongi-hyung!"

Jimin would be lying if he said he wasn't pissed, hell, his anger was still obvious in his eyes, his pink eyes were dark with wrath and fury, even so, he knew that Jin had gone too far, especially since his favorite cousin was now laying on the ground with a bloody mouth and nose, laughing his ass off, probably hiding the horrific amount of sorrow that Jimin knew he was feeling.

The latter never really got along with his siblings as well, but it wasn't that big of a deal since no matter how hard they bickered or fought, they always went back to each other in the end, but with Jin and Yoongi, Jungkook and Hoseok; it was a complete another story. The young vampire was pulled out of his trail of thoughts when he heard the creak of a chair and saw Taehyung move towards Jin.

The look in his face was too serious, it was hard to acknowledge that it really was him, the veins on his face started to come out, much like his two other siblings, but his eye color remained since he was wearing contacts. The light blue clashing with the green veins and the coldness of his expression.

"I kissed her too." He repeated as he eyed Jin and the eldest scoffed.

"It's not the sa-" He was cut off, and his eyes widened in shock. He and Taehyung always had a brotherly type of relationship; the younger of the two even looked up to him and he had always protected him, but now, he was looking at him in a completely different way.

"I-" Taehyung started, his deep voice lowering to a threatening octave. "-kissed her too." He continued.

"So calm down Jin-hyung, you know it was bound to happen at one point, and whoever kissed her first does not matter; her choices will not be influenced by who was first and who was last." He stated, even if it hurt him, thinking about the fact that someday choices will be made, and he might not be the chosen one.

Sighing, he relaxed, the veins on his face settling before he heard a loud sigh coming from Hoseok, "This is so messy." Namjoon nodded, agreeing.

"It sure is, but we must settle it, we knew that one day the original bride would be sent, and we knew that one day, only one of us will be the head of the family, we simply must create a way to not be angry about this."

"Angry about the fact that we're all going to eventually make out with her?" Jungkook's voice was heard, making everyone turn to him. He was never one to speak much, so it was completely shocking to see that he had taken part in this conversation; well more like a dilemma.

"Jungkook-" Hoseok tried to reason, but the youngest shut him off.

"What? It's the truth. No bride has ever lived as much as (Y/N) has, because she's the original sacrificial bride, and I understand that we need her, but did uncle really think about how we were going to share her? Quite literally," he stated, putting his chin in the palm of his hand. "As far as I'm concerned, unless she chooses one, we're going to have to share her."

Taehyung frowned, his cousin was making a point, like always, but he couldn't help but feel sad as he rubbed his head.

"Can't we make her choose now?" He questioned, his plump lower lip pushed out in a childish pout.

"I believe she can't even remember our names, much less choose between seven practical strangers. We barely know her and she, us. Hell, she doesn't even know why she's here. Have some mercy on her." Hoseok started before he let out a breath, a sorrowful smile on his lips.

"She's far too confused, how would you feel if the one who raised you sent you to stay with vampires? And you figured out you had to marry one of them?" The others let out sighs, showing their agreement.

Jimin, who was currently helping Yoongi clean his bloody face, relaxed his face as well, allowing his eyes to turn back into the alluring brown they were and the veins disappeared, his once angry expression turning into a frightened one as he looked down.

"What if Troian-"

"Do. Not. Say. Her. Name." Yoongi demanded through sniffs, his voice muffled because of the cloth he was holding against his mouth, he needed to feed if he wanted to heal properly, and with the shitty lamb blood they were drinking, that would take time.

"Yoongi... You know we're going to have to talk about her, Troian-" Hoseok started, looking at his cousin with sad eyes. Yoongi wasn't having it though, no matter what he did.

"Do. Not. Say. Her. Name." He repeated, his eyes squinting into a large glare.

"Troian is (Y/N)'s ancestor, we have to talk about it whether you like it or not." Namjoon declared with maturity and reason in his voice, his voice quick as to not let Yoongi cut him off, earning him a scoff from the mint-haired vampire. Everyone lowered their eyes as they thought of Troian.

Troian Andrea Belabed. That one name would never leave the seven boy's heads, no matter what happened.

"How are we supposed to handle it if she comes back and claims (Y/N)-ah's spot as the bride?" Jimin asked, looking over at Namjoon, hoping that his elder brother would give him answers. Namjoon sighed. "Let's just hope she doesn't."

"How would she do that anyway? I'm pretty sure her body was buried before they built the church." Jungkook asked, confusion in his voice as he looked over his own elder brother. Hoseok let out a bitter laugh.

"Do you really think that would stop her?" He asked, his tone bitter and mocking.

Namjoon set his head on his hand, his brain throbbing with the situation they were in. Namjoon knew, he genuinely knew and reckoned that when the original sacrificial bride came, he would become a thinking mess. He knew that it was going to be hard to deal with the whole situation; he just hoped it wouldn't end up like it did with Troian. His eyes settled on Yoongi before he let out a breath.

"She played with all of us, not just you, Yoongi." Namjoon declared, his eyes darting to the door before he straightened up. "Troian is capable of many things, Jungkook, I wouldn't be surprised if she took over (Y/N)'s-"

Bloodcurdling scream.

The seven boys were completely alert, all of them standing up at once as they all rushed to the door, even Yoongi.

"What was that?!" Jimin questioned as he used his supernatural speed to head to the top of the stairs. "I think it came from either the east or the west wing!"

"Jimin keep calm." Jin demanded as he rushed towards his younger cousin. "We must split. Namjoon, Hoseok, come with me to the west wing-"

"It came from the east." Yoongi stated and Jin sent a glare his way.

"How are you so sure?" He asked and Taehyung didn't even bother to watch them argue, he rushed to the top of the east wing.

"Taehyung-ah!" Jimin shouted, following his brother, their eldest catching up as well, followed by Yoongi who didn't even bother to answer his older brother's question.

Jungkook and Hoseok followed suit, leaving Jin to himself. His hand clenched into a fist as he bit his lip, drawing blood before the bruise quickly healed.

"Fuck you Yoongi." He declared as he followed them, his mind racing with thoughts of what might've happened to their bride. His bride.

"There are tons of rooms!" Jungkook shrieked.

"She could be anywhere!" Taehyung added and they sighed.

"Hoseok, go with Jin and check the parlors and verandas, I'll go with Yoongi and check the bedrooms. Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung, you go together and check the bathrooms." Namjoon stated, his sense of leadership coming out; the others didn't question him as they went on with the task at hand, with the emergency at hand.

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Hoseok and Jin had checked the three existent parlors and were currently checking out the verandas. Both men were highly concerned, their eyes contoured in pure worry as they wondered what could've happened, that scream was everything but reassuring.

"(Y/N)-ah!" Hoseok shouted onto the large veranda, but he received no answers.

"(Y/N)-ah!" Jin shouted, his voice louder than Hoseok's. Not receiving an answer as well, the older male swore as he kicked a column and ran a hand through his hair, displaying his stress and worry. Hoseok set a hand on his cousin's shoulder before it hit him.

"Yah... Could it be that-"

"What is it?" Jin interrogated, noticing his cousin's sudden trance.

"You told her that the east wing was off limits right?" He questioned and Jin thought for a second before nodding.

"So she wouldn't have a reason to go there unless something made her." Hoseok concluded and Jin rose a brow.

"What are you implying, Hoseok?" Hoseok rubbed his temple, thinking that it was the only rational explanation.

"Something lured her here, Jin-hyung."

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"Is she in there?!" Namjoon questioned. He didn't get an answer but by the way Yoongi slammed the door, he got the hint. The eldest of the two pushed his hair back as he punched the door.

"Goddamnit!" He declared before he rushed towards the bedroom facing this one, only to find it empty as well, but when he entered, he couldn't bring himself to leave the room, his eyes settled on the portrait of two people; a man and a woman with two children. An adored one, an abandoned one.

Yoongi's eyes filled with hatred at the portrait, but he couldn't help gazing at it, specifically at the tallest brown haired of the two little boys.

"That bastard." He declared, his eyes finally settling on the woman. "That bitch."

Namjoon, who checked the remaining of the rooms, was shocked to see Yoongi still standing there until he saw the portrait and he set a hand on his cousin's shoulder.

"It's okay, Yoongi." He stated, making the green haired one rush out of the room. Namjoon stood there, looking at the portrait when it finally occurred to him.

"Yah! Yoongi! Wait!"

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Taehyung sighed desperately before he slammed the door close and Jungkook sighed.

"Where the fuck is she?!" Yelled Jimin, coming from another bathroom, with the same desperate and distressed facial expression as his brother and his cousin. Looking around, Jungkook rubbed his forearm before he let out a breath.

"Let's not give up now, we still have one more bathroom to check."

The bathroom was at the end of the hall, it was the master bathroom, belonging to the master bedroom. The three young vampires rushed there, arriving at the door in a blur and Jimin sniffed the air, soon followed by his brother.

"I smelling something familiar." The eldest of the blondes declared, making the other one agree.

"Yeah! I think it's... Is it (Y/N)-ah's blood?" Tae questioned, catching Jimin off guard. The latter wanted to question how his brother knew the scent, hell, he was furious, but they had bigger problems to deal with.

Jungkook tried to push the door open, but it was locked.

Pushing it one more time, it didn't budge, and with one kick of his leg, the knob was completely off and he pushed the door open. He was met with a clean looking bathroom, the only thing was the large blood splatter on the mirror and the three of them gasped. Jimin sniffed the scent, and it was familiar. Taehyung wasted no time before he licked it, spitting it into the sink.

"It's not (Y/N)-ah's blood, guys... It smells the same but it's... different?" He declared and Jimin tasted it too, only to end up spitting it as well.

"It tastes like... old blood." He declared before he spat again, trying to remove the horrific taste of the blood from his mouth. Taehyung rubbed his head.

"Is it (Y/N)-ah's blood or not?" He asked and Jimin shook his head.

"(Y/N)-ah's blood tastes good, this just tastes like... the blood we used to get from the hospital, it's like old blood they tried to save..." Jimin explained and his brother nodded before Jungkook looked at them. "Could it be... Troian's blood?"

"Troian died!" Taehyung shrieked. "As far as I know, only her soul stayed! And it's not even here! It's in the church!" He added, earning Jimin's approval, whose eyes watered just by the thought of Troian. His Troian.

Jungkook shrugged, "I know but... Didn't... Didn't Aunty Il-ri have like... jugs of her blood for when Jin-hyung got hungry?" He asked making Taehyung and Jimin's eyes widen as they met in a wide stare.

"We have to tell Namjoon-hyung!"

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My eyes fluttered open, my head was throbbing, my eyes unable to stay focused as everything around me blurred. I had no idea how I ended up in this dark room.

Quickly, memories of what occurred scraped my mind but never settled fully in. I recalled entering the large bathroom, but that was it; I couldn't remember how I fainted.

I quickly sat up before looking around the room, trying to catch a glimpse of something through my blurry vision. The only thing I could make out was the shining orange light that probably came from a fireplace and my eyes settled on it.

I had no idea what to do, I couldn't even stand up, my feet were bound together by a green... rope? Ribbon? Scarf? I couldn't tell. I quickly undid the binding before I stood up, my hand holding onto the wall and I looked for some type of knob, therefore a door.