"Remember Hyukjae, you can't hide from me forever!"
I shudder at the words ringing in my mind. Those were the last words I ever heard from Xia Junsu, my creator. He is the very reason why vampires existed in this world, and the very reason why they have disappeared. With the exception of me, of course. I have escaped from him for at least four thousand years, I think. Before that, we were an inseparable duo that fought together side by side. After those blissful years, Junsu had been obsessed with a God called Sooman. He told me to believe in Sooman alongside him, but I didn't. I do not believe in God, nor do I believe in miracles, even though some may call me a miracle myself. Junsu claims that he has met Sooman in his dreams. He describes Sooman as a holy, kind and incredibly caring God that loves everyone equally. I bring myself back to the past and think of Junsu, my best friend, my creator and my murderer.
"He's real, Hyukjae," Junsu told me for the thousandth time that day. I shook my head and still refused to believe him. He seemed angered by my reluctance, but just sighed and turned away from me. On the very day, many vampires that I knew disappeared, leaving behind blood trails and hair ripped out brutally from their scalps. I remember running away in fear right after I caught sight of Junsu feeding on our friend, Heechul, and ripping apart his arms and legs so that he could not escape. That was the one time that I felt true fear running through my veins. I kept on running away, afraid that Junsu would do the same thing to me. Unfortunately, no matter how fast I ran, Junsu caught up to me. I had always been second in everything. Junsu was always the first.
"What... what are you doing? This is blasphemy! Why are you killing your own kind? The ones that you yourself have created with your own hands?!" I lashed out in both anger and fear, growling at Junsu dangerously.
In return, Junsu gave me a soft smile. Nothing that I would have expected from him, especially since he had killed off most of our kind. He strode towards me and reached out to touch my face, to which I instinctively back away from. "Do not be afraid of me, Hyukjae," He said gently, walking towards me once more. He reached out to me and I do not once let my guard down.
"How can I not be afraid of you?" I spat, staring at him right in the eye. He shifts uneasily in my gaze and lowered his hands. True, Junsu was always the first, but when it came to the battle of the eyes, I easily surpassed him.
"You have the eyes of a devil. A kind devil, as strange as it may sound," Junsu complimented me, putting his bloodstained fingers into his pockets of his pants.
"And you are the devil that created me," I countered, intensifying my gaze. His forehead began to burn and he yelped out in pain. However, he easily puts the fire out with a huff of his breath.
Junsu sighed as he finished putting out the fire and looks at me sincerely. "Yes, I am the devil that created all of you. That is why I will be the devil that will put an end to our kind. It's a paradox, Hyukjae," Junsu told me.
I scoffed at him and rolled my eyes. "And who made you this holy?" I sarcastically asked.
"Sooman instructed me to put an end to what I have started in order to gain his grace. This time, it wasn't a dream. I saw him with my very eyes. I asked if there was any way to spare you, and he told you to believe in him, but you rejected. In order to get his grace and die peacefully, I have to kill every one of you, including you, Hyukjae. I'm sorry," Junsu told me honestly, his eyes twinkling at the mention of Sooman.
I gasped in fear and try to think a way out. "But you love me, Junsu." I pointed it out to him.
There is pain etched on his face at my few words. It is obvious that I have struck the right cords.
"Yes," Junsu breathed. "Hyukjae, I have always loved you, and I will always love you, my darling, even if you won't." He continued, closing his eyes.
"Then if you love me so dearly, let me go," I tried to persuade him. Junsu sighed and stared at me. His whole body is trembling, I realize. "Let me go," I repeated, my voice laced with seduction and coldness. A combination to tempt and scare him both at the same time.
There is a silence before he answered me. "Sooman has not given me a time limit. Leave for the time being. Just promise me one thing: never make another of our kind," He instructed me, to which I agreed and obeyed to readily.
I ran as fast as my legs could bring me, and the last words I heard from him rang in my ears loudly as if he were just beside me.
"Remember Hyukjae, you can't hide from me forever!"
---
Yes, I believe I have said that I am the last of my kind. I definitely am the last of my kind. Junsu was not a vampire. He was a monster, a vampire hunter and a murderer. He was a servant to Sooman, a man, or God, that I do not even know exists.
I believe one day, Junsu will come for me and take my life away with him. Honestly, after living for so long, I do not mind if he is the one to end my life. My best friend, my creator and my admirer. He loved me to bits, yet I was never able to give it back to him. Though I suspect that Junsu will not come for me for a long time, especially since I have not broken my promise to him, sometimes I do feel as though someone is watching me. I do not see who it is, but it is familiar. It may be Junsu, or it may just be my imagination.
I do not know which it is, so I decide to take my mind off of it. I suddenly have the urge to meet Donghae again; to stare into his beautiful eyes and enjoy his presence. I decide to search for him tomorrow and seek out his scent. I have memorized his scent and his aura; it will be no trouble finding him.
But for now, I think, I will appreciate a little more rest to take me away from the present, the future, and the past.
"He's real, Hyukjae," Junsu told me for the thousandth time that day. I shook my head and still refused to believe him. He seemed angered by my reluctance, but just sighed and turned away from me. On the very day, many vampires that I knew disappeared, leaving behind blood trails and hair ripped out brutally from their scalps. I remember running away in fear right after I caught sight of Junsu feeding on our friend, Heechul, and ripping apart his arms and legs so that he could not escape. That was the one time that I felt true fear running through my veins. I kept on running away, afraid that Junsu would do the same thing to me. Unfortunately, no matter how fast I ran, Junsu caught up to me. I had always been second in everything. Junsu was always the first.
"What... what are you doing? This is blasphemy! Why are you killing your own kind? The ones that you yourself have created with your own hands?!" I lashed out in both anger and fear, growling at Junsu dangerously.
In return, Junsu gave me a soft smile. Nothing that I would have expected from him, especially since he had killed off most of our kind. He strode towards me and reached out to touch my face, to which I instinctively back away from. "Do not be afraid of me, Hyukjae," He said gently, walking towards me once more. He reached out to me and I do not once let my guard down.
"How can I not be afraid of you?" I spat, staring at him right in the eye. He shifts uneasily in my gaze and lowered his hands. True, Junsu was always the first, but when it came to the battle of the eyes, I easily surpassed him.
"You have the eyes of a devil. A kind devil, as strange as it may sound," Junsu complimented me, putting his bloodstained fingers into his pockets of his pants.
"And you are the devil that created me," I countered, intensifying my gaze. His forehead began to burn and he yelped out in pain. However, he easily puts the fire out with a huff of his breath.
Junsu sighed as he finished putting out the fire and looks at me sincerely. "Yes, I am the devil that created all of you. That is why I will be the devil that will put an end to our kind. It's a paradox, Hyukjae," Junsu told me.
I scoffed at him and rolled my eyes. "And who made you this holy?" I sarcastically asked.
"Sooman instructed me to put an end to what I have started in order to gain his grace. This time, it wasn't a dream. I saw him with my very eyes. I asked if there was any way to spare you, and he told you to believe in him, but you rejected. In order to get his grace and die peacefully, I have to kill every one of you, including you, Hyukjae. I'm sorry," Junsu told me honestly, his eyes twinkling at the mention of Sooman.
I gasped in fear and try to think a way out. "But you love me, Junsu." I pointed it out to him.
There is pain etched on his face at my few words. It is obvious that I have struck the right cords.
"Yes," Junsu breathed. "Hyukjae, I have always loved you, and I will always love you, my darling, even if you won't." He continued, closing his eyes.
"Then if you love me so dearly, let me go," I tried to persuade him. Junsu sighed and stared at me. His whole body is trembling, I realize. "Let me go," I repeated, my voice laced with seduction and coldness. A combination to tempt and scare him both at the same time.
There is a silence before he answered me. "Sooman has not given me a time limit. Leave for the time being. Just promise me one thing: never make another of our kind," He instructed me, to which I agreed and obeyed to readily.
I ran as fast as my legs could bring me, and the last words I heard from him rang in my ears loudly as if he were just beside me.
"Remember Hyukjae, you can't hide from me forever!"
---
Yes, I believe I have said that I am the last of my kind. I definitely am the last of my kind. Junsu was not a vampire. He was a monster, a vampire hunter and a murderer. He was a servant to Sooman, a man, or God, that I do not even know exists.
I believe one day, Junsu will come for me and take my life away with him. Honestly, after living for so long, I do not mind if he is the one to end my life. My best friend, my creator and my admirer. He loved me to bits, yet I was never able to give it back to him. Though I suspect that Junsu will not come for me for a long time, especially since I have not broken my promise to him, sometimes I do feel as though someone is watching me. I do not see who it is, but it is familiar. It may be Junsu, or it may just be my imagination.
I do not know which it is, so I decide to take my mind off of it. I suddenly have the urge to meet Donghae again; to stare into his beautiful eyes and enjoy his presence. I decide to search for him tomorrow and seek out his scent. I have memorized his scent and his aura; it will be no trouble finding him.
But for now, I think, I will appreciate a little more rest to take me away from the present, the future, and the past.
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