Raining.

"I cannot believe you skipped your equitation course, Yoongi!"

Little Yoongi coughed, his cheeks felt so hot, his nose was a sniffing mess and his hair wet from sweat that covered his forehead, sticking to it. His puffy cheeks from lack of sleep, and their reddened color heightened his sick appearance, without even mentioning his eyes; his bloodshot, tear-filled eyes that looked at his mother with an unexplainable pain; a pain that demanded to be let out, to be felt.

The woman facing him, the woman he called 'Mama', the woman who had raised him, that woman wasn't looking at those signs, she was looking at him with pure anger, not a hint of pity or mercy in the cold brown eyes that were hidden behind a pair of glasses; she didn't even have any affection for him, she stared at him as if it was his fault he was currently ill. Yoongi lowered his eyes, unable to stare at his mother any longer; it made him want to cry far too much.

He thanked God that his brother was by his side, holding his hand in defense, arguing to their mother that he was sick and the butler hadn't let him leave the house, even so, their mother was deaf to those arguments and explications; she kept telling him that he was weak, far too weak, despite his inhuman nature, she even went as far as telling him that she wished she had only gotten pregnant once; and that he was never intended, he was an accident; a mistake.

His large brown eyes were bright with tears, looking down at the ground as Jin-hyung helped him up the stairs and into his room, his sickeningly large room that he wanted to share with someone; anyone. At that moment, he felt completely alone, and he truly wanted his elder brother to stay with him; but he knew he'd cause him problems if their mother went to his room and didn't find him there.

He changed himself, like the big boy he was, into his silky pink pajamas before he tried to climb onto the bed, the bed that was far too high for his little legs, but even so, he didn't complain, he just kept on trying, and trying and trying till he succeeded; but of course, his mother, his father, his brother were never there to witness his success, simply his failures. Simply his mistakes.

He bit his lower lip hard, clutching the loud sobs that were threatening to leave his mouth, and after a while, blood started dripping down his chin, and the previously present tears that glossed his eyes had disappeared, as well as the loud chokes and sobs he was going to let out. He was sick of this. Yoongi was sick of life, but no matter how many times he tried to end this excuse of a life, he wouldn't be able to; blame it on his invincible nature.

He let out a breath before he fell down on his bed. He was only nine years old, and yet, he had to live things that even ninety years old did not have to go through, perhaps that was his life was supposed to be like, dull and full of hard emotions, perhaps that would be what allowed him to dream, dream about a better life filled with all sorts of arts; a Technicolor scene with bright lights and a large multicolor pianoforte in the middle, music coming from all corners, beautiful daisies and large terraces with swings and slides, topped off with a turquoise colored country house with a classic red roof and a large white oak door; that was Yoongi's dream.

Playing till his fingers would bleed wouldn't be an issue, hell, nothing would be. He could imagine himself playing piano till he grew old, and then find a lovely girl who enjoyed music as much as he did and as her to be his wife, they'd have only one child; one child who he would offer all of his love and attention to, one child he'd cover in kisses, that child would never have to sleep alone.

Yoongi already had an idea of who that girl would be; in his child brain, that girl was Troian, the girl he had learned loved music as much as himself, the girl who offered him a cup of her blood when he was weak, a girl who enjoyed playing fun games and didn't care about studying; a girl made for himself. If only he knew how many faces she had, her innocence, his innocence, blinded him.

He was curled up in his bed, his nose still sniffy and his skinny arms wrapped tightly around his even skinnier legs. His breath was uneven as he himself with his light mint sheets; a color that reminded him of afternoon skies and freshly cut garden grass. His eyes were closing, but he couldn't sleep, whenever he was about to fall into a deep slumber, his mind raced back to a memory, a saddening one and he found himself awakened.

Standing up and jumping off of his large bed, he decided he'd take a stroll, after all, he couldn't sleep. Grabbing a candlestick, he lit it up before he set his feet into his small matching slippers and headed out into the large hallway, walking slowly but his strides large. He was humming to himself soundlessly as he walked from corridor to corridor, his small feet catching onto the carpets a few times but he quickly got up before losing his balance.

He was quite close to the north wing when he heard a hum that matched his own, and he was enticed by the sound. Following it, following it up to a large white door that had silver speckles all over it, he recalled it to be his father's bathroom. Ever since his father and his mother fought about something –something he didn't quite know back at that time- His father had moved to the north wing with his brother, and he wondered if it was his father who was in there.

He was about to go back when he heard his name coming from the room, it was a sweet feminine voice and he recalled it to be Troian's, he wondered what she would be doing in his father's bathroom but he didn't question it as he opened the door, his eyes widening in shock as he saw her in the bathtub, her head slumped carelessly over the edge and he blushed; heavily. She was a girl!

He quickly let the candlestick fall, the flame dying the moment it hit the ground, and he covered his eyes.

"N-Noona..." The young thirteen-year-old girl chuckled before she gave him a slight playful pout.

"Yah Yoongi, my arms hurt so much from the archery lessons of this morning," She declared, her hands rubbing her eyes as if she was tired, she lightly rubbed her neck next, emphasizing her exhaustion.

"Come here, Yoongi!" She requested, and Yoongi didn't dare refuse. Her eyes opening to reveal large doe brown eyes he couldn't deny. She was so beautiful.

"Please wash my hair for me."

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Pouring.

"Are we seriously doing this, Yoongi-hyung?" A certain blonde asked in a low voice as he got closer to his older cousin, Yoongi was completely overtaken by his actions, but when his own mother, the woman who held him in her womb for the whole of nine months, when his mother grabbed a candlestick –that was carelessly thrown into the fireplace- and shoved it closer to the face of the only woman he ever showed interest, he was in no position to deny his mother's proposal of a 'chat'. He had put his hopes in his family that would hopefully join them soon. That woman; that woman was me.

I kept a confident stance despite the burning, no, more like flaming hot candlestick that was a speckle close to burning a chunk of my loose hair, my eyes were settled on the two boys and even if my head was high, my guise told a whole other story; tears threatening to fall, trembling lips and a look of pure plead directed towards the two vampires; and to say I had their attention was an understatement.

Taehyung couldn't help but stare, his eyebrows furrowed in worry, he was so anxious as to if the dragon lady, as he had nicknamed her, would actually touch the torrid metal to my cheek; he looked like a child who had lost complete sight of his parents in a large supermarket. He gave me a small reassuring smile after noticing my stare and despite my many trials of returning it, it didn't really work out, and I'm sure, to this day, that was the strangest smile I had given to someone.

Yoongi on the other hand, his reaction was a bit more forceful, with his dark eyes piercing glares at his own mother, and I couldn't blame him, if that was my mother, I would've given up on her parenthood already, which I assumed he did since well, he was a vampire and no longer living with her. As I stared at him, I couldn't help the small dot of hope in my eyes, and as he looked at me, he seemed to have noticed it; or so I thought.

When I thought that he's taken aback because of my quite scared expression, I quickly came to realize that it was not, his eyes weren't even looking at me, he was busy looking at something else, something behind me, and it didn't take me a lot of thought to realize what he was looking at; the portrait of the girl.

I had no idea who that woman was, not the slightest idea, even if she looked familiar, I couldn't really tell who it was, but it seemed like they knew her, or at least that's what I assumed. After all, Yoongi and Jin's mother had a portrait of her hanging in her... home? Hideout? Whatever it was, not only that, but Yoongi was staring at the painting with so much... emotion. I felt completely neglected; even if I knew I shouldn't be.

After all, I had no idea who this girl was, she could've been a cousin or something, who was I to know? At least that was what I tried to make myself believe; his eyes expressed something, something so vast, something that was not meant for a cousin or a friend; it was meant for a lover.

To this day, I recall how his deep brown eyes widened, expressing his shock, how they dilated, expressing his endless hope, how they teared up, expressing his love. Perhaps it was because of the shock of the moment, I recall thinking, but in the depths of my mind, I knew it wasn't. He was mesmerized by every inch of that painting, by every inch of that dress, that body, that face, that woman.

I was unconscious as to why I felt so, stricken, at that moment, it was completely unreasonable. After all, who was I to disallow him to have a lover? Or look at a woman with so much love and compassion? I wasn't anyone, but it still nudged my heart, almost like a sharp needle, poking at my sides, each poke getting harder, enticing me to let out a scream of hurt. The scream in my case were tears.

Despite the shittiness of the situation I was in, I completely forgot everything around me, from the deadly hot candlestick to the psychotic woman holding it, when I saw the look in Yoongi's eyes. I still wonder if it was jealousy I had felt, had I really stooped as low as to feel possessive over a vampire who had kissed me twice? Was I really this desperate for a smidgen of affection? Truth is, yes, yes I was.

Shameful. That's how I felt at that moment, completely shameful. How could I be so... lurid? I had been trying to find affection in vampires in order to hide the fact that I was not alright, not even hide it from them, but hide it from myself. I was not okay with the predicament I was in, I was completely shaken by the fact that I had to live with seven vampires, that my uncle knew about this, that he sent me here, that he refused to return my calls, that I was stuck here, that I had willingly fallen into a trap. That I was stuck with seven vampires who were capable of killing me. That I was, right now, stuck in front of a crazy vampire woman who held a candlestick to my face simply because she thought my clothes were skimpy.

At that moment, I felt so out of place, their conversation sounded like a deep gurgling sound that I couldn't make out, neither did I care about it. I was far too lost in my own trail of thoughts. I didn't notice when Taehyung turned to me, a look of sorriness and pity in his eyes before his look darkened, if there was something he didn't want to live through, that was to see the bride he wished to call his, cry. He didn't want to see me cry.

He stood up, ignoring the conversation between his aunt and his cousin; their conversation that revolved around Troian. The oh so admirable Troian. He couldn't give less of a shit about that woman, as far as he was concerned, she died and she was buried, surely, her soul might still be roaming around, but he couldn't care less about that whore, someone else mattered to him now.

"You still love her, don't you Yoongi?" Dragon lady asked, making Taehyung gag and Yoongi was about to answer when the door was slammed open, catching everyone's attention.

"She's dead, Yoongi." Taehyung attempted to reason, attracting his cousin's attention, even so, it wasn't enough to pull him out of it completely.

I was entranced; who was this Troian woman? Why was she so important? My eyes had squinted in curiosity as I looked over Yoongi to see the previous look of admiration leave his eyes, replaced by a cold look and followed by a pop of veins on his cheeks, purple-blue veins that were actually visible to the eye. His eyes turned into a threatening shade of electric blue, making my eyebrows furrow and my breath hitch. What had happened to him? I received my answer when I saw those blade sharp canines that hung over his lower lip, the scowl and glare he wore topped with his vampire looks would make the manliest of men cry like little girls.

He wasted no time in grabbing his mother by her collar and pulling her up, his eyes held a look of pure fury. I couldn't move or do anything, and neither could Taehyung, we were both so mesmerized by Yoongi's newborn anger that neither of us could move. Even so, Taehyung got out of his trance quickly and was about to help me move away when I felt something sickeningly hot fall on the top of my leg, the top of my bare legs.

I let out a yelp, a loud one at that. The pain was striking, I couldn't even muster up how to pick up the flaming candlestick as it burned my flesh, the smell of burning filled my nostrils and I could see the redness of my flesh when Taehyung picked the candlestick up and threw it aside, the mere sight of the light pink flesh and the sight of blood curling around the burning wound combined with the unlivable pain of the burn itself made me hyperventilate, and as strong as I tried to be, I ended up fainting.

Yoongi pushed his mother back down, snapping her neck, knocking her down temporarily in the process. He had a hard time believing he had been so slow, after all, he was caught up looking and hearing words about a woman he couldn't hate more, a woman he knew by the name of Troian, but she was such an excellent liar he would've believed it if someone told him that wasn't her real name. He let out a breath, relaxing –His face turning back to its usual vein less form and his eyes turning into the clear brown they once were, his fangs turning back to their regular size- He took a seat by Taehyung as he examined the current lifeless looking corpse in front of him.

"We need to heal her, now." Yoongi stated as he looked over at Taehyung and the latter swallowed thickly, his distress obvious. "Can we do that? What would Jin-hyung say-"

"He's not here," Yoongi interrupted before looking back at the door, "Which is the goddamn reason this happened, where the fuck are they?!"

"Yoongi-hyung! Don't swear!" The youngest spoke loudly, slapping his hyung's arm.

"Shut it." Yoongi stated as he picked up the practically lifeless corpse, swallowing as his eyes cast over the currently sickening pale face, he quickly shook his head, removing all negative thoughts.

"We need to get her home and quick."

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"This has got to be a fucking joke."

"I didn't know you could swear." Jimin stated as he looked at the tombstone they had stumbled upon before turning his eyes back at Jungkook. After hearing some loud shouts from the bell tower and the heart of the church –the basement- the five vampires decided to separate, Jungkook went with Jimin to the bell tower whilst Jin, Hoseok and Namjoon headed downstairs to the basement.

Team one had failed their task, they tried to jump to a balcony but ended up falling into the church's garden, if it weren't for their inhuman nature, they would've been dead by now, which, according to Jungkook, would've been better than stumbling on this 'fucking joke' as he called it himself.

"Haha, hilarious, Hyung. But seriously, if this isn't a joke I'm going to kill myself." He declared and Jimin chuckled.

"But what would I do without you, Jungkook-ah!" He shouted as he hugged the taller male and Jungkook huffed. "Can we please focus on the fact that we are currently facing a dead bitch's grave? Be serious, hyung!" He spoke, maturity lacing over his voice. If it weren't for the title he added whenever he spoke to Jimin, people might've believed that the brunette was older.

Jimin couldn't be serious; if he were to be serious at this moment, he would've broken down completely. Truth be told, Troian was still a fresh wound for him, hell, the moment he mentioned her, he felt like she died all over again; it didn't even make any sense, she had hurt him so recklessly, she had been such a... bitch to him, to his brothers, to his cousins, to his family, and yet, his heart still longed for her, or at least it did.

Right now, as his eyes shifted towards the tombstone, he expected his heart to start beating faster, just like it would whenever he would see a portrait of hers, but it didn't. He was shocked, to say the least, his wide eyes showing it. His cousin questioned it in his mind, but didn't speak his thoughts. The eldest of the two was mesmerized, to say the least, his eyes were completely wide, he didn't know why his heart didn't start thumping hard when he looked at the tombstone, but he had a spark of an idea.

He was shaken out of his thoughts when they heard a loud scream and they both turned their looks towards the very top of the tall tower; he didn't bother waiting as he allowed himself to listen on the conversation, catching the very last glimpses.

"We need to get her home and quick."

"They're going home." Jimin stated and Jungkook nodded, the latter not wasting any time as he activated his vampire speed to get out of the church.

"Yah, Jimin-hyung! What are you waiting for?!" Jungkook shouted and Jimin looked over his cousin, well, the small dot that was his cousin. "I'm coming."

His eyes cast one last time on the grave, eyeing the writing, the carving on that stone.

"Troian Andrea Belabed, loving daughter and future bride of-"

The name was scratched out.

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"What's this?"

Hoseok asked as he grabbed what seemed like a blue sapphire, it was fairly small, almost as if it came out of a ring. Namjoon snatched it from his cousin's hand, taking a look at it before he hummed.

"It's obviously a jewel that was embedded onto a ring. I think I've seen it before." He stated as he played with the small bead before showing it to his hyung.

"Does it belong to your mother?" The eldest of the vampires shook his head. "No. Mother always liked rubies, she despised lapis lazuli." He informed and Hoseok scratched his head.

"Isn't it a sapphire?" Jin chuckled. "Sapphires are clear, Hoseok."