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Time passed and the scar had healed. As their community unfortunately grew there was more and more work to do and more outsiders to fend off. Recently, they were on high alert. A large faction of various breeds of nasty heard of their food stores and all the victims ripe for the taking and attacked. It's no telling if any of them got away to alert others, they did the best they could, as hundreds of bodies rotted outside their gate as warning. It was all they could do, like thirty lambs trapped headed for the slaughter.
But at least these lambs could fight back. Jisung didn’t expect Minho to be much of a fighter. To be fair he fought against him joining the fray in the first place. Yet, here they were after another particularly nasty fight. Minho was injured. The claws of a werewolf tore through his shoulder. Even though in the end Minho killed the son of a bitch, he still got hurt. Jisung hated seeing it. The smell of blood in the air as he cleaned Minho’s wound drove him insane. His hands trembled as he licked his lips, begging for a taste. He hated himself for loving it so much.
“You don’t have to hold back,” Minho winced as Jisung blotted the wound with makeshift bandages, “You can have a taste.”
Jisung almost broke… The adrenaline from the fight still clouding his mind and the heavenly scent lowering his inhibitions, he would likely lose all self control at the first taste of the sweet crimson nectar, “I-I can’t. Don’t tempt me please. Just let me clean you up.”
“I am not tempting you,” Minho retorted, “I am giving you permission, I want you.”
Jisung shuddered, the craving coursing through his body like lightning, “If I hurt you, fight me, kill me if you have to.”
“No need,” Minho leaned up from his chair and kissed Jisung softly, “I trust you Sungie.”
“You shouldn’t, I am a monster, this isn’t normal,” Jisung protested despite the heaving of his chest as he desperately clung to his ability to control his instincts.
Even in the face of a ravenous ‘monster’ such as Jisung, Minho’s voice was honey-sweet, “I don’t like normal, I like you. I love you, actually.”
“God, I love you too,” Jisung climbed onto Minho's lap. His knees to either side as his hands slowly climbed up Minho’s exposed blood and sweat soaked abdomen. Minho flinched slightly at each slight brush of Jisung’s fingers. Just as he leaned down, tongue out ready for a taste, the door to the small cabin flew right off the makeshift hinges.
“Well this is more disgusting than I thought,” Jisung heard a female's voice scoff as footsteps rapidly approached. And in that moment he caved to his instincts. Every cell of his body was dedicated to protecting Minho and the blood he craved so much. As he turned to attack, before he could get a good look at whoever it was Jisung was thrown into the wall. Even with blurry vision he lunged in the direction again only to be stopped… by himself. It felt like someone had taken control of his body. His head continued to spin but his body remained in place. He desperately tried to refocus his vision but nothing was working.
Even though his body was out of his control, he still seemed to calm at Minho’s touch when he scrambled over to him, screaming at the woman to get out. All she did was laugh as she continued to approach them, “Silly boys this is my home, do you not know who I am?” They stared in silence, stunned still as she put a finger under Jisung’s chin to tilt his head up, “I am your mother, I am Eve. Mother to all the beautiful monsters as you call them. You on the other hand,” She turned to Minho, disgusted, “Shouldn’t be here, you’re kind are ruining my paradise.”
“This is hardly paradise,” Jisung defiantly spat back, “None of these human souls were meant to be here. No one was going to take care of them so I stepped up. That’s obviously more than you’ve done for them.”
“Take care?!” She cackled, slapping Jisung’s face lightly, had he not still been forcefully immobilized by her he would have fought back, “My love this is purgatory. There are no rules, only chaos, only me.”
“If there's no rules, why can't I make my own? No rules means no rules against it!”
“Dear God I can see why heaven didn't want you, you insufferable brat,” she reaches out to touch Jisung. It didn’t look malicious but Minho bravely swatted her hand away. Instantly he was backhanded and sent across the room flying. Jisung struggled against her control but it was useless. Even though she had grabbed Jisung by the chin, his eyes were firmly glued to Minho searching for any sign of life from his unconscious body.
“I did not come here to fight but I will,” She warned, “I came here to reset the natural order of things. I knew this was happening and I was happy to let it slide. But as a mother seeing so many of my children dead and rotting outside these gates I had to put an end to this.”
Jisung’s breaths grew heavy, ignoring her but the moment he saw Minho take a deep breath he was able to turn his attention back to Eve, “You can destroy this but we will rebuild! Wherever you send us, any corner of this god forsaken place! We will rebuild again and again if we have to! You may have control but there's only one of you, you can’t stop us all!
“You're not kidding, are you?” She sighs defeatedly, “Fine then, can't if you're not here, get out and don’t come back!” The world went black, empty, nothing as silence fell upon them with a simple snap of her fingers after the tirade.
After the darkness came light. So warm but even with his eye’s closed it made Jisung’s already aching head worse. He groaned as he rolled to the side, opening his blurry eyes away from the offensive glare of light. Minho was beside him, still out cold. It took a massive amount of effort as every muscle and joint screamed in protest but Jisung pulled himself over towards Minho. He laid on the ground shirtless and still bloody from the fight but his chest was moving, there was still life within his tattered and torn body. Jisung collapsed beside him. After laying his head on Minho’s chest, hand over the crescent shaped scar, Jisung drifted out of consciousness again.
“Sungie! Sung! Wake up!!!” Minho was panicked as he tried to drag Jisung across the ground, “We’ve got to get you into the shade!” Jisung blinked rapidly as he came to, he smiled just seeing the light glowing against Minho’s skin, he was gorgeous even with all the sweat, dirt and dried blood clinging to him, “Come on! You’re going to explode if you’re in the sun any longer!!!”
“You’re sweet,” Jisung giggled, “Vamps don't explode, this isn't hollywood. We get a nasty sunburn at most,” Then it clicked as he repeated himself slowly, as he looked down as his exposed skin still, “We get a sunburn at most… Minho!” Jisung cried. The warm spring sun felt comforting on his skin, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in what seemed to be an entire lifetime, “My mouth! Look!” Jisung laughed as he cried hysterically, pushing on his gums to show off his lack of fangs. He was human… He was alive. Not only that but Minho was still right there with him as he had been for so long.
“We’re alive,” Minho whispered, kissing Jisung’s forehead softly as he cried, “But so are they,” Minho pointed to the crowd around them. The community that they built, the outcasts had been cast out.
“Nothing we can’t handle,” Jisung smiled, kissing Minho sweetly as the crowd seemed to disperse giving them a moment. They could ponder as to the why and how of it all later. Right now they basked in the glow of the sun, bright, pleasant and warm as the love between them.
After a quiet tender moment to themselves, Rook approached with his hand outstretched for Jisung’s, “Let’s get to work.” And with a simple handshake it was back to business mode. Jisung swore they would rebuild wherever they were and he wasn’t about to let his people down.