Don’t chase the rabbit
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she laughs.
he doesn’t like the sound of it.
❝a gallery?❝
the disbelief in her voice irks him, just as the way she isperched so daintily on his new bed, suckles at the end of a cigarette she’sstolen from him. a shame that she’s the first he christens it with—but it is atwo edged sword. as annoying as she is alive, as good she’ll taste. her smellis overwhelming, but he prides himself on his patience. let’s the thrill of itbuild in his stomach, until his blood is liquid anticipation.
he can only see her from the vanity’s mirror as he gentlydabs at his eyes to get rid of the last of the makeup. her voice is so gratingto his ears—if he’d heard her clearly at first he might’ve left her behind atthe club, but as it were, the speakers had overpowered that nagging edge.
❝you said you were a vampire,no? so what are you doing, opening upan art gallery?❝
minwoo rises from his vanity, long legs stretching on untilhe’s looming over her. fear blossoms on her face so prettily, and he suddenlylikes her a whole lot more. the vampire smiles, lips spreading to reveal fangsthe colour of virgin snow before he bends on a knee, so they are vaguely at eyelevel.
❝i like things that arebeautiful.❝ he traces the curve of her cheekbones, the lengthof her jaw. she smiles, thinks his eyes are on her lips, painted some dustypink minwoo doesn’t care about. ❝i like things that havemeaning.❝ her heart speeds up, dancing a delicious rhythmthat has him hungry, and this close to her the smell of her blood maskseverything.
❝most of all, i like showing offmy wealth.❝
the words seem to shock her out of her daze, and shesuddenly tries to push him over—to no avail. her frail little mortal handscan’t do anything to hurt him. he laughs –perhaps even cruelly so—but it’ssimply too amusing not to.
❝that’s it? you don’t have somesort of reason? repentance or anything?❝ she pouts—does she think it’scute? it matters not. he chuckles as he leans closer, lips brushing over hersbefore trailing their way up to her ear. her heartbeat picks up once more.
❝i do not care for you mortals❝he whispers, ❝i do not care for repentance.❝
the sensation of blood filling his mouth drowns out thenoise of her scream.
