It was a rough week for Jieun. The stress of the comeback and her trying to keep her powers hidden was hard on her. Sitting down on the park bench she pulled out her headphones and started listening to some music. Lately she and been listening to a violinist named Lindsey and it was one of the things that calmed her down.
Leaning back she watched the people walking by from her hidden spot. She loved coming to the park at night, it was her favorite time to relax away from the spotlight. It was one of the few places she could be herself and plus it was close to her house.
She sat there for a few minutes before feeling strange. It felt like there was someone coming close to her. Looking around she didn’t see anyone. “What the hell,” she thought to herself, “why does this feel so familiar?”
Standing up she kept herself calm still looking around before turning and walking away. Reaching the vines she slowly leaned down and walked out from under them. Taking a step away she crashed into someone. “Omo, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking,” she said surprised as she looked up at the person. Seeing the red tone in his eyes she instantly knew what he was, vampire, as her heart began to race.
The claret of his own hues was the most common sign of starvation. And as he had, that very morning, reached day number five in his strict feeding schedule, it wasn’t all too strange. He always pushed his limits, always did things he wasn’t supposed to. For the sake of redemption he had tried to erase the traces of a monster only to create another he could barely control. His fingertips were tucked into the pockets of slim fit, black denim, hair in perfect array as he walked in silence. Many would deem him peaceful, though on the inside he was indeed fighting his own little war against vampiric instincts. He had already claimed tow lives that evening, but he wasn’t satisfied. The burning hunger in his throat had not been sated.
It drove him mad. Because it was strange; different. Usually, things never got this bad and it bothered the sole part of himself that still remained sane. And It was in moments such as this one, that he does remember how much alike his sire he actually is, where he had inherited his ruthlessness from — his ability to play his terrorizing games. But he still had pieces of himself rooted in his chest as well, the blooming sting of guilt would be there to torment him in the morning. As always.
He was occupied enough with his own thoughts like this, as he wandered down an unknown path, eyes lingering by his feet for a moment, only to snap back up to their correct aim a little bit too late. And he collided with someone, eyes wide as he looked down at her for a moment. “ It’s fine. ” His voice sounded strained, for it was and as he heard her heartbeat pick up, he stepped back. Temptation. Although her scent didn’t carry the same elements as that of a human, it was still difficult not to let his mind race towards a million possibilities. Alas it is indeed instinctive.
So to keep himself under control he stepped back, dipped his head in a bow before displaying a shadow of a pleasant smile towards her. “ I wasn’t looking. ” He then stated, voice velvety and smooth this time; dark as it rumbled in his chest and his eyes gleamed with hinted mischief, like they always did. “ Pardon my asking, but what leads a pretty girl like you out here, at this late hour?”