Anger.

Hatred.

Destruction.

"Taehyung! Stop it!"

The wise yet nerve wrecked voice of Jin called out to the younger vampire as the latter stomped angrily towards the church which centered the village they called home, his whole brain was only settled on one thing, figuring out who the hell had caused his bride, the bride he cherished, cared for and loved, this immense pain and unsettlement. He still recalled the way the young bride woke up, unsure of her surroundings, like a lost soul who had recently dipped its toe into the sea of death; completely uncertain.

The young blonde vampire cared not for anything else, to him, the one thing that mattered was to punish those who dared touch his loved ones, and that woman, Kim Il-Ri, deserved severe treatment for what she'd done to his bride, her and that reckless harlot Troian, as well as his mother, but unfortunately, that woman had already been taken by the poisonous grip of death, and there was nothing he could do about it. The other two, though, they were going to get the torture, torture which reflected the barbarous treatment they'd administrated to his love, to me.

A strong, wielding and forceful arm roughly grabbed at Taehyung's arm, and he needn't know who it was, he recognized the force, the strength, and the caring but firm grip. Jungkook looked at the back of Taehyung's head with a look of worry, shielded away from one's eye by the expression of carelessness that he always wore, perhaps as a mask to protect his frail heart.

"Hyung," He spoke up, his voice lacking creakiness and weakness that each of the other five boys expressed, it was clear and firm, grasping at Taehyung's attention. The latter, seemingly didn't care, choosing to try and shrug the younger vampire's grip away, but despite his trials, it was a failure.

"Let me go, Jungkook-ah," With a groan, he whispered out the words in an aggressive yet obviously broken tone, and Jungkook simply sighed, pulling him forward to him, allowing the two vampires to face each other.

"It's not worth it, Hyung, not now, you're far too weak, we should be taking care of (Y/N)-ah," The youngest of the two spoke up, rationality lacing his voice despite his obvious shakiness at the eldest's tear-filled lilac eyes.

The blonde bit his lip, attempting once more to pull away from the youngest's strengthening grip, which made the youngest of the two simply sigh nonchalantly, the concern in his eyes obvious in the swelling redness and the sheer coating of diamond worthy teardrops; his eyes glistened in the dim growing sunlight, his strength level loosening the more he acknowledged his Hyung, and role model, falling apart before his tearing eyes.

With a simple pull of his arm, the youngest wrapped the eldest in a warm brotherly hug, his own hurt and sadness catching up to him as he settled onto his Hyung's arm, a Hyung who was now weeping so openly; tears staining his beautiful cheeks with a trail of crystal clear ache and heartbreak, he held on to the youngest, allowing himself to let go of the support he tried to lean on, the support of revenge and anger, dispatching it in a fresh coat of tragedy and pure unfiltered unhappiness.

A certain short vampire's heart spasmed at the sight before he rushed towards his brother, the brother with whom he had shared laughter, sadness, tragedy, heartbreak, everything, and it didn't take him long to wrap his arms around his back, providing him with a second source of comfort. Taehyung needn't see, he knew who the overwhelming warmth and concern radiated from, he recognized the petite yet soothing hands, he knew the fluffy mass of hair belonged to none other than his brother, the brother who had stood by him through thick and thin, a brother who had never let his siblings go, a cousin who had never let the others go, a son who had never let his mother go, and a human who had never given up on his nature.

It took very little time for the three to collapse onto the ground, weeping and crying as they held onto each other, looking for reassurance and comfort in each other, their arms wrapped tightly around each other as they faced the ground, crying out of anguish and distress, out of sadness, out of anger, out of nervousness and out of heartache, deep, unexplainable heartache, an ache so profound, they could feel their chests tightening, and they cried, choosing to let out the unbearable pain rather than holding it all in, thus under the nurturing eyes and care of their three Hyungs.

The eldest watched the vampires in despair, his eyes filled with worry and concern, red with the kept tears which he managed to hold it so well. He hated seeing those three in such pain, such hopelessness and misery, it ached his heart, his mind, his everything. He wouldn't forgive himself if he let them be in so much sorrow, but at the moment, there was nothing he could do rather than let them cry, and allow their feelings to escape.

The usually bright sunshine of the household wasn't as happy and ecstatic as usual, his blinding smile now replaced with a sickening frown which didn't suit his gorgeous features at all, the glow he held usually now absent, his eyes bloodshot as he let silent tears escape and taint his soft cheeks with a line of clear priceless liquid which shouldn't have to escape the warm sea of his eyes in the first place, such a beautiful soul deserved not to feel sadness or ache, but the sight of the three youngest members of their family crying in such melancholy had simply destroyed him, his positivity, his brightness, and frankly, everything he stood for, but he needed to let them free the overwhelming gloominess that had dirtied their hearts.

As for the second eldest, with his unflinching expression of carelessness and indifference, his eyes not holding a drop of emotion in them, thus despite the large amount of undying ache that had filled the whole of his body, causing him to look away, unable to take a look at the three youngest weeping and crying to their heart's desire.

When had this happened? When had those three little brats become such emotional souls?

Yoongi was in a state of distress and pure anger because those three weren't supposed to ever feel the bad emotions that life threw at one's self, their life was supposed to be rainbows and unicorns.

When had their life gone so wrong that those three were forced to feel such unhappiness? Why was Jin not being the recklessly bossy person he was? And why was Hoseok crying?!

Hoseok, the one vampire who was more positive than any human on this earth, hell, he was even more positive than a Disney princess! And yet, here he was, he stood watching the weeping trouble-trio whilst Hoseok and Seokjin acted way too out of character for his liking, and Yoongi didn't wish for this.

He wanted them to go back to what they were like, with him writing music, Namjoon reading, Hoseok helping Seokjin gardening whilst Jungkook and Taehyung played video games under Jimin's watchful eyes, with a lovely, gorgeous, amazing and simply beautiful and human bride looking over them from the top of the staircase, unaware of his own gaze at her splendid features. It seemed like those days were only a few weeks back, and yet, they felt like they were forever ago, and now they were stuck in a gloomy miserable stage, all because of an incestuous woman, his asshat of an uncle, his scum of a mother and their whore of an ex-bride.

Turning his head towards the mansion, he looked at the large building with sorrowful ocean eyes, his vision blurred by the tears that now coated his orbs, tears he never thought he'd feel trailing down his cheek, but all the whilst, he stared, visioned and silently wept at the broken mess their household had become, much like it had all those years ago. His eyes squinted into a dangerous glare as his left hand tightened into a fist.

The six young vampires stayed there broken, unaware of the complete mess that was occurring in the misfortune graveyard that represented their home; they shouldn't have left Namjoon alone.

The depths of the mansion laid in utter silence, my unconscious body laying on a bed, matching the body of a certain logical vampire who laid infinite hallways away from my frail body, the darkness of the mansion and its elongated corridors separating us, an endless distance between the two of us, and even so, the freshly pumped blood that coursed through my body was not far away from his sensitive nose, to him, it smelled as if I were right there, showered in my own blood.

He had control, full control, but in his state of mental instability and stress, he seemed to have lost that control he was so keen on keeping, the horror of his nightmares always got to him, but he never lost control; he was always composed, always managing to hold the immense quantity of demons that littered his soul inside; disallowing them as little as a peak onto the outside world.

Today was a special case.

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"Mama!" A small seven-year-old boy shouted, his beautiful caramel colored skin glowing in the sunlight that shone through the sheer beige curtains of his mother's personal living room. His small laughs and chuckles turned into squeaks of happiness as the woman, who looked quite much like him, scooped him up onto her arms before administrating the softest of kisses onto his silky hair.

"Yes, Namjoon-ah?" She questioned, her hand coming up to ruffle the dark-colored locks of his head, locks that matched her own. Her smile was gracious and forgiving, filled with love and care for her young son.

Upon his response, she heard loud yelps and knew it was the two other little devils and rapidly, she set him down before running towards the two battling siblings which made him pout and she chuckled; "I'll come back in a minute, sweetheart."

Her caring and nurturing nature allowed her to resolve the issue between the two young brothers in a matter of seconds and she grinned as she watched them hug and kiss each other; they had always been so affectionate to each other, bending down, she grinned widely as the eldest of the two kissed her cheek, whilst the other simply squeaked and threw his arms, wanting to be picked up and she obliged; after all, these three adorable, completely so, children were her source of happiness.

Walking back towards Namjoon with a small Taehyung in her arms and a Jimin trailing behind her, almost glued to her leg, she chuckled at Namjoon's stance; his already long arms crossed over his chest as he sat cross-legged, his plump lips forming a pout and she laughed.

"Yah, Namjoon-ah," She called out, but he refused, after all, she had willingly offered his place to Taehyung! How unfair!

"Hyung!" The young Jimin spoke, his large eyes peeking through his long hair as he looked at his elder brother, seeing as the eldest wasn't paying attention, he moved towards him, shaking him vigorously with the endless energy that resided in his body.

"We're going to make ice cream with Hoseok-Hyung and Jungkook-ah!!! As well as Aunty Areum! Don't you wanna join us?!" He questioned, his voice small but loud and Namjoon's eyebrows rose; how had his mother known he wanted chocolate ice cream?

A squeak from Taehyung, that hilariously enough came right after the word 'Jungkook' was uttered, was what brought Namjoon back to reality and he quickly got up, grinning.

"Of course I'm coming!" He started running towards the door when the small petite hand of Jimin hooked onto his own and his eyes widened.

"You lead, Hyung!" The youngest spoke, earning a clap from the young infant cradled in his mother's arms.

His mother chuckled before she nodded, taking Namjoon's hand into her own and quickly laying a kiss on his temple, the gesture respectful and also full of love and the eldest child grinned at his mother.

"Alright!"

The small seven year old walked proudly, leading the family's way onto the kitchen, his sense of leadership showing greatly, even through his baby-fat filled body and his slightly off-set walk; the sense of pure control and composure obvious in his tone, his eyes and his stance, a true born leader.

But it seemed like no one was capable of keeping up composure for that long.

Even he.

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He genuinely wanted to be a good person, someone to count on, someone helpful, someone human, with human qualities, flaws, he wanted to be seen as the human he never was, and never could be; a human with a past of mistakes, a present of comfort and a future of opportunities, but he wasn't human, and he never could be, no matter what he would do or how much he oppressed his nature, his messed up life, his hellish experiences, his reckless past, everything would always catch up to him; this race was useless, because there was never a finish line.

He woke up with a jolt, his forehead tainted with a coat of sweat that slowly dripped onto the rest of his face, his eyes a dangerous yellow color, his mind emptied from anything other than the reckless memories of his mother's fake love, the care she showed, the affection, it was all unreal, only to get what she wanted in the end and she did; it was painful, it ached his heart, he could feel his chest throbbing with the feeling he had oppressed and neglected for so long; her life haunted him, and now her death did too?

Veins popped onto the usually spotless canvas of his cheeks, tainting the soft flesh with greenish blue lines, greenish blue lines that accompanied the growing fangs in his mouth, and it was out of his control as he stood, following his nose to the smell of the fresh heaven that he sensed in the house, the sound of the pumping blood loud in his ears, as if it were the only sound that could be heard by his inhuman ears.

In less than a second, he found himself facing the familiar door, his hand grazing the copper handle as he debated, still trying to control himself, still trying to bring himself back to a composure that he held for too long, far too long. The very little sobriety he had in him peaking for a brief moment, trying to bring him back to reality and settle the vampire in him, but it seemed that nothing would work right now; he was tired, exhausted, in pain, in happiness, his whole feelings were a mash of tangled spaghetti; have you ever tried untangling spaghetti?

His fist tightened around the handle, trying his best to constrain himself, but no, his vampire self, the killer inside him, it had all be restrained for far too long and he could no longer hold back; a single tear escaped his eye; he was in pain, so much so, he was fighting himself, fighting the demons within him, demons that wouldn't leave him, demons he never thought about when he was with me, but he couldn't control his need, his hunger, his thirst.

Pushing the door open, he waltzed in, his humanity no longer present in his usually gorgeous eyes, which had left place for frightening emotionless yellow hues that screamed hunger, his walk was messy, so different from his usual composed walk and class, and yet, here he was, shirt unbuttoned, face pale, veins blemishing the beautiful skin of his face, yellow eyes shining brighter than the sun outside, completely mismatching of the regular Namjoon.

The loud sound of him throwing the small wooden stool which was set by the vanity across was what woke me from a much needed slumber, my head was still spinning and I couldn't tell where I was, my exhaustion blurring my vision, even so, I could slightly make out the slumped body which was walking towards me, I could make out the slight faint silhouette of a person, seemingly hurt, or bent down, making their way towards me, and if it weren't for the slight dot of pink that I could see, I wouldn't have recognized whom I knew was Namjoon.

Rubbing my eyes, trying to remove the fuzziness of my vision, which did not work, I slowly sat up, wondering why he seemed so out of character, his slumped, almost drunken-like, walk was not something usual or familiar, so I assumed he must've been hurt. I tried my best to stand up, even through my dizziness and the ache in my stomach, I couldn't stand to see one of them hurt.

Slowly, I attempted to stand on my feet, only to be roughly pushed back by none other than the man who was now above me, looking at me with monstrous yellow orbs, my eyebrows rose, trying to comprehend why his eyes turned into such a threatening color, my answers were soon answered as he dipped his face onto the crevice of my neck, his nose taking in the sweet scent of my fresh blood, the feeling enhanced by the sound of my heartbeat as it pumped blood, every drop's number resonating in Namjoon's hungry mind.

I was frightened, especially as his breath quickened, but I had faith in him, in all of them, I strongly believed they were human, even if I was unaware of their pasts, I knew they were traumatized and I believed, ever so highly, I expected, that they weren't predators who viewed me as nothing other than the meal; all the moments we shared together, all the laughs and cries, all of them mattered to me, but did it matter to them?

Of course.

But that wasn't the question to ask right now.

Busy with my thoughts, I barely noticed when Namjoon's voice peaked, sounding muffled due to him being so close to my neck and I shuddered at the sound of him, his thick voice, laced with emotions I couldn't comprehend, a hunger I knew nothing of, a need I couldn't understand; I felt clueless, completely so, in such a situation. All I recall is that I was frightened, frozen with fright and horror, unsure and insecure, I trusted Namjoon, but right now, the man above me did not feel like Namjoon, especially with the way he was speaking, his actions, his speech, everything about him did not give me assurance, unlike Namjoon. This was someone else.

"Three-hundred and twenty-four drops of blood," He started, his voice barely above a whisper and despite my weak state, I tried to push him away, only to have him grasp my arms in his hands, disallowing my movement.

"That's how much blood your heart is pumping per minute," He continued and I tried to remove my arms and thankfully, my trial was successful. He chuckled at my fighting stance before his hands gripped my hips, the gesture sickeningly domineering as he pushed my body down, once again robbing me off of free movement.

I tried to kick, but his inhuman strength wasn't something I could really fight against, he seemed slightly overtaken by something, diabolical almost, and that on its own frightened me, the look in his eyes and his violent behavior added onto already present fear. Once again, I set my hands on his shoulders and attempted to push him, which succeeded and I sprinted, towards the door, but no matter how fast I was, my speed would never match a vampire's. I felt the cold copper of the nob before I was roughly pushed onto the door, I could feel my ribs crushing slightly against the firm wood as he pushed me with his inhuman force, it hurt.