A man sat slouched in a large chair, staring blankly ahead with a strange, unsettling look. The cigarette in his mouth burned slowly, filling the room with thick, smoky air.
He sighed heavily, sounding frustrated, and closed his eyes. His head sank back into the soft cushions as he rubbed his temples with his free hand. He took the cigarette from his lips, looking at the glowing tip for a moment before blowing out a big cloud of smoke.
Suddenly, he heard a faint knock on the door, causing him to avert his gaze. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the source of the disturbance.
"Come in," he commanded. The door creaked open, revealing his secretary. The man bowed, then adjusted his glasses, squinting through the smoky haze.
"Mr. Lucas, you called for me?" the secretary asked, his eyes fixed on his boss. Lucas nodded slightly before tossing the cigarette out of the window.
"Were you able to find where the fuck he is?" His voice was dark and deep, making his secretary, Mr. Choi, gulp nervously.
"Sorry sir, We still couldn't." Choi replied, his voice trembling slightly. Lucas clenched his jaw, the tension palpable.
"WHEN? WHEN WILL I GET THE POWER I WANT?" Lucas's voice roared through the room, making Choi flinch and step back instinctively.
"It's been years now, but there's still no result. We still can't locate him, let alone break the spell he's under. And we need to find out where his so-called soulmate is." His eyes turned pitch black, his aura darkening to something sinister. Choi felt his blood run cold as fear crept into his veins. He knew his boss was on the verge of snapping.
Choi's breath hitched, his mouth dry as he tried to speak. "Sir, we're- we're doing everything we can," he stammered, his voice shaking. "It's... difficult, but we'll find her. His soulmate... we'll bring her to you."
"B-But If he wakes up," Choi whispered, more to himself than to Lucas "he'll destroy us all. The werewolves... the entire world would burn in his wrath." He swallowed hard, recalling the stories, the fear that rippled through every corner of the underworld at the mention of his name.
"He's ruling this whole world. One command from him, and everything burns. Please, Mr. Lucas, think carefully before involving yourself in this matter. He's not someone you can just deal with."
Choi had barely finished speaking when Lucas slammed his fist on the table, making Choi jump. His eyes turned completely black with anger.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" His voice thundered, shaking the walls. "I'M NOT SCARED OF THAT PIECE OF SHIT. ONCE I GET THE POWER I WANT, I'LL TEAR HIM APART WITH MY BARE HANDS."
They were werewolves-ruthless, wild, and thirsty for power. And Lucas's anger wasn't just about control; it was about vengeance. It was about survival. The mortal enemy of vampires, He wanted to break the balance between vampires and werewolves.
"Find her," Lucas ordered, his voice dangerously low. "Or I'll carve your body into pieces and leave nothing behind."
Choi bowed quickly, the room feeling smaller, the walls closing in on him. "Y-yes, sir."
The silence between them felt heavy, like it was pressing down on them. Lucas's eyes gleamed with a dark, dangerous look.
"I will destroy him, Choi. No matter the cost."
Y/n pov
I stared at my breakfast with a blank expression. The chopsticks in my hand clinked against the plate with every movement. I sighed repeatedly, the restless ache in my heart refusing to fade as memories of last night replayed in my mind.
I tried to forget what happened, but my heart and mind wouldn't let me. Those red eyes kept flashing in my memory, distracting me. What was that? And who was it?
Was someone playing a prank on me? If so, who? No, it didn't feel like a joke. The intensity in those eyes was too real, too frightening to be anything but serious.
I had never felt this way before. The fear from last night still clung to me, a lingering chill that made my hands tremble as I set the chopsticks down.
"Y/n, dear, are you okay?" Dad's concerned voice broke through my thoughts. I sighed again, forcing a light smile.
"I'm fine," I said, trying to sound convincing. I didn't want him to worry about me.
"But you seem stressed. Is there something you want to talk about? Remember, your appa is always here for you," he said, his soft smile easing my worries just a bit.
"I know, Appa. It's just... I'm stressed about my final exams." I cringed internally at the lie. What was I supposed to say? That I saw a man with red eyes approach me and call me 'my vixen'? No way. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of him.
Appa sighed and reached out to pat my hand gently. "Sweetie, why are you stressing so much? You've faced many exams before and always done well. I know my girl is smart and brave. Don't let one exam bring you down. Life has so much more to worry about than just exams."
He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, then stood up to clear his plate. "Just remember, you're doing great. Don't let stress get the best of you." He flashed me one last smile before heading to the kitchen.
I sighed again, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. Am I overthinking everything? Ugh, why do I have to be such an overthinker?.
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"Hey, Y/n, are you sure you'll be okay here alone? I can wait with you if you want," Yunhee said, her worried eyes scanning the empty library.
I glanced at the clock. It was 8:30 p.m already, Yunhee, Jiyoo, and I had been so caught up in studying that we lost track of time. Jiyoo had left earlier for an urgent matter, leaving just the two of us in the quiet library.
Eventually, we realized we couldn't stay here all night, so we decided to head home.
But right as we packed up, Yunhee got a call from her mom, urging her to come home quickly for a family gathering. Now, I'd have to wait alone until my bus arrived.
"No, no, it's okay," I reassured her with a small smile. "It's only 8:30. Not too late. I can manage. You should go; your mom might scold you if you're late."
Yunhee still hesitated, biting her lip. "Are you sure? I don't want to leave you alone like this."
"Of course, I'm fine," I insisted, giving her a little wave to show it was all good.
She hesitated for a moment but finally nodded. "Okay, text me when you get home, alright?" With that, she waved goodbye and hurried off.
I watched her walk away, feeling a little more alone now. I sighed and
stepped outside, feeling the cool night breeze as I made my way to the bus stop. Sitting down on the cold metal bench, I wrapped my arms around myself and glanced around.
The streets were unusually quiet, just a few people walking here and there, but the road itself felt almost... deserted. Like everyone had suddenly abandoned it.
That's when it hit me-my social anxiety creeping in, making my chest tighten. My leg started bouncing nervously. "Ahh, where is this bus?" I muttered under my breath, glancing down the road, hoping to see it in the distance. But no sign of it.
I rolled my neck, trying to ease the tension. The longer I sat there, the more uneasy I felt. My eyes darted up and down the street. Still no sign of the bus. My heart raced a little faster. The quiet was getting to me.
"Great, looks like I have to wait a little longer," I mumbled, rubbing my arms as I tried to push down the anxiety that was starting to bubble up inside.
As I sat there, minding my own business, I suddenly felt warm breath against my left ear, way too close. I froze, my heart starting to race. Someone was too close to me, almost sitting beside me.
I gasped into the cold night air, gripping my bag tightly as fear began to creep up my spine. Slowly, with trembling hands, I turned my head toward the side where I felt the presence.
A chill ran through my body as my eyes met something-or someone-sitting in the shadows. My breath caught in my throat, and a scream ripped from my mouth before I could stop it.
The same red eyes. They were staring right at me, unblinking and unsettling, glowing in the dim light of the streetlamp. They seemed to pierce through me, watching my every move as if waiting for something.
My hands clenched tighter around my bag, knuckles turning white. The figure leaned in closer, their eyes narrowing in a way that sent my heart into overdrive. The space between us felt suffocating, like a predator stalking its prey.
I wanted to move, to get away, but my body wouldn't listen. I was frozen, paralyzed by the weight of those eyes, my pulse racing in my ears. The figure tilted their head slightly, as if amused by my fear, a twisted smile creeping onto their shadowed face.
"My vixen"
The voice was low and raspy, sending another wave of chills down my spine.
My legs trembled, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from those terrifying red eyes. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but it was like the air around me had turned thick, holding me in place, trapping me with the monster beside me.
Before anything could happen, the loud sound of a bus horn cut through the silence, startling me. I quickly turned my head, spotting the bus's headlights shining through the darkness. The light hit the figure beside me, and for the first time, I saw them clearly.
Their creepy smile disappeared for a second as they glanced at the bus, My heart pounded as I realized this was my chance to escape.
I stumbled backward, almost falling as I tried to put distance between us. The stranger didn't move, but those red eyes never stopped watching me. They seemed calm, like they knew this wasn't the end-just a pause.
The bus screeched to a stop, and the doors hissed open. Without thinking, I rushed toward it, my legs shaking as I ran up the steps. I almost crashed into the driver, desperate to get inside.
The door slammed shut behind me, and I dropped into the nearest seat, breathing hard. My hands shook as I looked out the window, expecting to see those red eyes again.
But the figure was gone, like they had disappeared into thin air.
As the bus moved, I tried to calm down, but the fear wouldn't go away. Those red eyes and that twisted smile stayed in my mind, making my skin crawl.
I wasn't safe. Not yet.
Author pov
The tension in the room was thick, no one knowing what to do. The mansion seemed to pulse with unknown emotions, heavy and overwhelming.
"How could this happen? How?" Jungkook paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair in frustration. His voice shook with the gravity of the news they had just received. This wasn't normal, not something they were prepared for.
"I don't know either. But now it makes sense. In his unconscious state, he's gained an unimaginable amount of power," he said, his voice low but firm. Hoseok shot him a worried glance, his expression tense.
"But... does this mean her life is in danger?" Hoseok asked, his voice trembling. He looked around the room, his mind racing with worry.
When hoseok first entered the chamber where Taehyung's unconscious, spell-bound body lay, he had felt something strange, a deep, unsettling feeling in the air. Hoseok, using his powers, realized with horror that Taehyung's soul was no longer in his body, it was nowhere to be found. Fear had gripped him instantly. He rushed to the mansion to inform the others.
They were all half-vampires, except for one: the Vampire King, Kim Taehyung.
"Don't worry," Namjoon said, trying to calm the growing panic. "He would never do anything to harm her. You know, she's his life. She always has been."
Jungkook nodded, a small smirk appearing on his lips.
"He would die before letting anything happen to his queen."
Hoseok narrowed his eyes, trying to connect the dots. "So you're saying his soul is now roaming around her?"
Namjoon nodded, his expression serious. "Yes. That's exactly what I think. His soul is searching for her. We have to find her quickly before something else does."
Jungkook frowned, thinking aloud. "Can't we communicate with his soul using our powers? Maybe we can help guide him back."
Namjoon shook his head. "No, it doesn't work like that. Only she his soulmate can hear his voice and connect with him. We don't have the power to reach him that way."
The room went silent again as the weight of Namjoon's words sank in. The only one who could help them now was her.
"But one thing is certain," Namjoon added, his voice growing softer, as if he were speaking more to himself than the others. "His soul has already found her."
Jungkook crossed his arms, a determined look on his face. "The only person who could ever melt his dangerous, cold heart... is her."
"We need to find her as soon as possible. She's the only one who can break the spell and bring his soul back to his body."
Before anyone could respond, the door creaked open, and Jin stepped inside, his expression serious. "We're running out of time, the werewolves are already taking advantage of the Vampire King's absence," he said grimly. "If this keeps going, they'll destroy everything. But we all know who their first target is."
Namjoon met his gaze and nodded.
"His soulmate."
"We can't let that happen. We need to protect her before they get to her." Jungkook uttered.
"The werewolves think they've won because Taehyung is trapped. But they don't know the bond between him and his queen. She's the key to everything."
Namjoon nodded, his mind racing with ideas. "Exactly. We have to move fast. She's our only chance to bring him back and stop the werewolves from attacking."
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