11. Drugged

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Darkness has filled the air. With no where else to go, you stumbled into the place you use to call home.

The moment you stepped in, you fell onto your hands and knees.  Your eyes slightly watered in frustration.  You were stuck.  Out of all places you came here running, away from the mansion.

"I...I can't go back like this.  Taehyung, Jungkook literally—a drop of blood and now two deep wounds that won't stop."  You stood up in panic.  All of them, wouldn't be able to control themselves seeing this amount of blood.

Taehyung stood up and placed his hand on your shoulder.  "Look, am I going crazy?  I'm not.  Just trust me on this.  It'll be fine."

You stared deep into Taehyung's eyes and watched his expression.  "You're lying.  The moment you realized it.  The moment you saw the blood on my hand, I felt you shift.  You felt uncomfortable."  You broke away from his hold stumbling back nervously.

"Is it wrong to feel uneasy?  It's human blood!  I live off of it.  I need it to survive but no way would I drink it especially off you!"  He argued and you could see his fangs slightly coming out.  You stumbled back some more.

Your lip trembled, "Y...You thought of it!"  You rushed for the door down into the mall and Taehyung didn't follow you.

You dragged your body deeper into the house.  A part of you did feel like you had over exaggerated, but another part didn't care, you were slowly dying. Your intent was to hide, stay alone. It was what you were use to, what got you by. Others only slowed you down, and yet made it painfully unbearable to accept their death.

Gasping for air, your hands clawed into the wood beneath you. You sat up slightly shaking as your claws were out. "I...I have no control.." A scratchy whimper left your throat. This was beyond a normal wound.

"You are such an embarrassment." You looked up to see your father. He was snarling at you angry as ever.

You laid back as beads of sweat crept down your face. "This isn't real...You're dead." You couldn't believe it, shivering as you spoke. Your last memory of him was his deceased body before your feet.

"My daughter, would never be such an embarrassment. A weakling. Look at the abomination I have created."

Your lip quivered as he faded in and out of your sight. "Weak? You're dead and I'm alive! What does that make you?" Nervousness only left your mouth.  His hardened expression slowly crippled into a smile full of anger.  Your father was one who didn't care for you. All he wanted was power, to make himself stronger.

You stared in fright as he transformed into the monster he was, extreme hair growth, red eyes, large canines, and lengthy claws. He truly was a demon. You thought. "I can show you, how weak I am." The sound of his powerful alpha voice made you tremble. Every ounce of your body felt obligated to him. He lunged towards you, reaching for your neck. You screamed in fear shutting your eyes tight, but he disappeared in thin air. You gasped taking large breaths, as you laid flat on your back.

Hallucinations? Your hand touched your stomach, all for you to feel the oozing blood.

This...This isn't normal.

The painful creak of a chair being dragged echoed through the mansion. It was Yoongi, who was ready to question his captive. He placed the empty chair backwards in front of his captive who was tied up in a wooden chair. Yoongi sat in the chair backwards facing the captive. He crossed his arms resting it onto the chair.

The captive immediately shot up growling in pain as blood seeped down his chin from his mouth. Yoongi smirked, "You look great." The boy in the chair before him stayed silent watching Yoongi. "Silence won't save you. Whoever put you up to the test to kidnap Taehyung and somehow poison yourself and Y/n, isn't coming back for you. If you don't speak, you'll end up like your other friend...dead." The boy took lightly to Yoongi's intimidation. While his eyes lightened in amusement, Yoongi's eyes went red.

Yoongi stood up, bringing himself beside the chair. He raised his hand at the wooden chair he once sat in, sending it into the wall as it shattered in many wooden pieces. Yoongi kept his hand raised as a large wooden piece flew back into his hand in the shape of a stake. The boy's eyes widened in fear. "Now, we are going to play my version of hangman."

The boy laughed, "What's a wooden stake suppose to do to me?"

Yoongi smirked finally hearing the boy's voice. "When you were out, I injected silver into your system. You are already weakened. Me stabbing you is for my amusement and will kill you depending where I strike. Answer me correctly, and you will live. Wrong I will stab a limb, until I get to your...essential organs."

"How can you even know if I answer incorrectly?" He laughed and Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Retard. I can hear your heartbeat. Let's begin." Yoongi started to walk around the boy in circles. "Why did Dae send you?"

The boy stayed silent for a bit but answered, "Isn't it obvious? He sent us after that vampire kid."

Yoongi listened in satisfaction. "Why?"

"Probably to annoy you blood suckers." The boy's heart beat fastened. Yoongi didn't hesitate and stabbed the boy immediately in the palm of his left hand.

The boy screamed in pain. "Wrong. I'll ask again. Why?" Another stake flew right into Yoongi's hand.

"H-He's trying to get back at Y/n! He knows she's close to him!" He spoke in panic as pain erupted from his body.

"Now, what are in those claws? I'm not stupid and very observant. Instead of healing, Y/n started to bleed more. You started to bleed a lot more as well. So what's in as them?"

The boy kept his cool. "Nothing. I just got super deep in her."

"Wrong." Painful screams continued to erupt from the meeting room as Yoongi searched for his answer.

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Jin was in panic, pacing in the kitchen. You were gone, Dae was out to get you.  Namjoon sat across from the panicking man.

The tall slender man sighed at Jin, "Freaking out like that, will not get you anywhere and it definitely won't get Y/n back here."

Jin slowly stopped moving towards the man. "What can we even do? I want to get her, but Yoongi is struggling to get the captive to speak."

"Maybe, you're looking at this all wrong. Whatever he did to her, will not get us closer to her. If we can't find her, she's going to die."  Namjoon was bothered by the fact you were missing, but he knew worrying and dreaming out would never get them to you. He tapped his fingers on the table, "Have you...spoke to Taehyung?"

Covering his face with one hand, Jin clenched his jaw in frustration, "He won't talk to anyone.  He's convinced all this is his fault.  It's just—" He slumped down on his bottom still holding his hand to his face.  "We are all so different.  Never able to think alike or about what's next.  This reality I thought I had was really a dream."

Namjoon popped up from his chair.  He made his way to Jin's side and looked down at him.  He lent his hand out, "Each of us are unique in our ways, if you think us being different is a weakness, you are out of your mind." Jin gripped Namjoon's hand and was pulled up, "We are stronger together. We need each other." Placing his hand on Jin's shoulder, he squeezed it to reassure him.

"I agree. I just don't know how we could just—"

"No. Leave the search of Y/n alone. You need to talk to Taehyung." Namjoon suggested.

Jin shook his head, "We have to protect her. We need to find her now."

"I think someone already knows her whereabouts."

They both turned to the door to see Jungkook standing in the door way with his eyes ringing red. In blink of an eye, he whisked away without a trace.

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Your past was out to get you.  You already had a hunch of what was driving you insane.  Wolfsbane...It has to be.

You laid flat on your stomach, staring at the light that barred at the entrance of your home.  It was another figure. The silhouette grew as it came closer. When you made out the face you growled and tried to claw at them. They slightly stepped back avoiding your touch. "Mother...I don't know, why the hell I'm seeing you! You did nothing for me!"

You were use to your mother staying the shadows are your father would always hurt you. She had no words. She watched you suffer.

She kneeled down and stared at you with sharp eyes, "No. You needed help and still do. Y/n your eyes hold deep and dark intentions. If you care about the people around you, you will leave them be. Your father was only trying to help you to avoid that path." You rolled onto your side eyeing her.

"She finally speaks...and claims I'm crazy."

She placed her hand on my forehead, "I rather you hear from my words, than learn from your actions." She turned her head into the darkness, "Just think about what you did to your father and I, you don't think you are capable of doing that to your friends?"

You closed your eyes tight. Slowly opening them, she was gone. You were tired of this constant back and forth. Your mother and father were the last people you wanted to see. You closed your eyes tight wanting it to end. Your body raised, and you started to feel lifeless almost. No...you were being carried. You opened your eyes to see Dai, carrying you farther into the house. His eyes were full of determination. He's going to kill me.

"No! Let me go! Dai you can't do this!" You started to fight, scream and yell to the upmost of your ability.

"Dai?" You heard a familiar voice. They rested you on a couch. "You must be hallucinating."

You watched him bite his wrist as fangs came out. A drip of blood hitting your face. He helped your body up to which you were leaning on his chest.

No heart beat, they were cold.

You took a deep breath as a warm vanilla scent filled your nostrils. You felt comfortable, safe. They placed their wrist at your mouth. You licked the scarlet metallic liquid, which in your surprise wasn't so bad. You felt the fog in your mind start to clear up from the pleasant taste.

Your lips nervously quivered as you grasped the arm, but didn't hesitate to suck from the wrist. All the weight wolfsbane was placing upon you was slowly being lifted as the cold liquid entered your body. It felt wrong, but at the same time made your body feel so good.

You finally removed your mouth from his wrist, and things were more clearer. Your hands clasped on your stomach and the wounds were finally healing.

"Jungkook."  You finally spoke resting onto his body in the darkness.

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