Time is a funny concept.

One that humans never seem to have enough of. They rush about, frantic in their attempts to live to the most of their ability, all the while limited time dangled like a piece of gold before their eyes.

Unattainable, valuable.

Time waits for no one, without looking back, it moves on.

She vaguely wonders if he too would panic if time were to suddenly begin moving for him.

She scoffs at the ridiculous thought, there's no way it would move for someon- no... Something like him, she thinks as her eyes land on his face.

Plush red lips, high cheekbones, a structured jawline, and those eyes, golden-honey eyes that flashed crimson at the mere scent of what flowed in her veins.

He was beautiful, and like all things beautiful there came a price. For hidden behind that angelic mask laid pure evil.

Her hatred for him leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.

She hates the way his lips curve into a smile and his eyes soften every time his gaze lands on her. Her stomach churns in discomfort whenever his fingers would brush through her hair, caressing her back before sliding down to her waist where he would sink his nails into her skin and hold her as though she were going to disappear.

How she wished she could.

Time doesn't exist for him, it never has, it never will.

After all, what is time to a being who has eternity?

"Ye Rin" comes his voice, light, mellow, a complete contrast to what he is. She doesn't answer, merely stares back into his eyes as the red begins to bleed forth.

"Come here".

She no longer protests, no longer screams, kicks, tries to run away. Those attempts drained from her lifetimes ago.

None of it does anything for her, he will always have his way.

Standing up, she walks towards him, taking slow steps. The flickering of the flames upon the many candles placed on the dining table casts shadows across his face. His eyes follow her every move, a feral hunger in them.

She stops in front of him, suppressing a shudder of disgust when he places a hand around her wrist and tugs her down roughly. She falls into his lap, and he wastes no time wrapping his arm around her waist as he pulls her hair to the side, exposing her neck.

His breath is warm against her skin, she shivers the moment his lips press against the nape of her neck, leaving little kisses against it. Tears are brimming in her eyes as she stares blankly ahead.

She should be used to it by now, she thinks as his lips stop in a particular spot.

It always happened like this.

His lips part.

It didn't hurt any less than every other time.

The pain hits her the moment he sinks his teeth into her neck. It shoots across her body, causing her to throw her head back in a pained gasp. She wants to scream, wants to pull away from him, but the grip around her waist tightens, she can feel his nails digging into her hipbone.

The tears slip past her eyes as she exhales the breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

She feels his lips pulling in a smirk as he drinks.

The pain disappears just as quickly as it appeared and is replaced with a sense of numbing intoxication. The room begins to spin a haze of fuzzy colors and blurred streaks. She can barely register his voice, soft as it hums something in her ear. The grip around her waist loosens.

There's a burning sensation coming from within, it leaves her throat dry, and she craves it desperately. Her vision pulsates around her, going in and out of focus until she turns to face him. Straddling his lap, his eyes are gleaming red as he smiles wickedly. Her vision clears enough for her to see the blood staining the side of his lips.

He places his hands upon her thighs, squeezing them, there's anticipation in his eyes.

Unable to hold back any longer she pulls him forward by the shirt collar and bares her teeth. Clamping down into his neck, the skin tears open as blood sprays onto her cheek.

The moment the blood touches her tongue her mind is overtaken by a twisted sense of euphoria. His blood is sweet, addicting and she can't stop the feelings that spread across her body as she drinks.

She hates how dependent she was on him and how much she craved his blood the same way he did hers. The tears are pooling forth once again but she can't stop, her body won't allow her to pull away from the taste.

"I love you" he gasps out as his hand caresses her back.

This pulls her from her trance, reeling back with difficulty, she stares into his now golden-brown eyes. There's sincerity in them but she knows better than to believe that.

She can see past it, past his declarations of love and devotion to her.

Deep within him was an innate desire to possess her, a disturbing obsession that spanned decades of their time together.

The same obsession that took everything from her, her life, her family, her sanity.

Locked in a cage, with no escape, her only salvation was the very thing that held the key, him.

Love was something she didn't understand, something she's sure wasn't whatever this was.

The haziness of her eyes clears up and she recoils in anger, attempting to shove herself off of him. This only makes him smile wider, resembling a demon. He digs his nails into her waist pulling her against his chest as she struggled. In a fit of rage, she grabs the silver knife resting on the dinner table beside them and brings it down plunging it into his chest.

Her hands shake as blood pools from the wound, he doesn't flinch, merely sighs as he places his hand over hers that still gripped the knife.

"You know nothing will ever happen to me if you do that,"  he says pulling it from his chest. The sound of his flesh tearing as the metal is dragged out makes her want to gag.

The spot where the wound should be is closed up and healed within seconds. Bloodstains his once-white shirt.

She trembles as the knife slips from his fingers clattering against the marble floor.

Lifting his other hand he combs his fingers through her hair gently.

Looking in her eyes with the utmost adoration, she barely catches his words before it happens.

"My turn"

Dropping her hand that was held in his, the motion is so quick she doesn't react fast enough.

There's a pain blooming in the center of her chest, it feels hollow. Red is soaking her dress as it flows and she can't process where it's coming from.

He smiles, observing the object in his hand as though it were a delicate flower.

Her body jolts forward violently as she coughs, blood splattering across his pale face, he isn't deterred at all by it. She can't breathe.

In his hand lay her heart, still beating, blood spurting from each vessel.

His eyes hold a mischievous glint in them as he smiles exposing sharp fangs.

"Remember this Baek Ye Rin, you are and will always be mine".

🌙

She screams sitting up abruptly, sweat soaking her shirt. Her heart is thrumming wildly and it takes a solid minute for her to recognize her surroundings.

Breathe Ye Rin, breathe she reminds herself as her heartbeat begins to calm itself.

"H-he's gone.. he can't get you" she mumbles shakily.

Glancing at the wall clock she notes it's two in the morning, exasperated she flops back onto the bed.

It's been centuries since she last saw him, heard his voice, felt that suffocating gaze boring holes into her face.

He can't find you anymore she repeats staring up at the ceiling watching as the shadows of cars driving by flicker across it. Absentmindedly her hand finds its way up to her neck where she feels the familiar jagged skin of the scar that remained. A reminder of the darkness that would always follow her.

"For all of eternity," she mumbles glancing out of the nearby window and catching sight of the full moon. It glimmers brightly in the night sky and she looks away, burying herself under the covers.

Flashes of the fateful night that changed her life forever play out in her head.