I sit in my room. There was nothing else that I could do. It was either that or confront Yoongi about the kiss. It brought back the first time I met him. The bedroom at night, when he marked me. I run my cold fingers down my neck, and feel the marking. It was so strange how I didn't mind being marked. I felt secure and safe. Running my hands over my blond hair, I sigh. I couldn't believe that I had killed Angelia. It was like...it released all these emotions when I saw her crimson blood drip down.

"What's happening to me?" I ask to myself. A low chuckle rang from behind me. Turning I see, Ho-seok standing there, with his arms crossed. His wings fluttered as he moved toward me. His orange hair hung over his eyes as he came inches from me.

"Hello, princess." he cooes. I back up.

"You can't do anything. I'm Yoongi's." I state, hoping that would make him back off. It didn't. Instead he came extremely close, scaring me in the process.

"You don't get it, do you?" he whispers. "He didn't just mark. We all did." My breath shortened, and I felt the voices return. They ached as they screamed and demanded to be released. "Once Yoongi's mark got taken off, we all had to pitch in to remark you. That's why you can hear the souls. It's something that demons can hear. They aren't affected since they did the killing, but you-" I cut him off by screaming.

"Make them stop!" I scream. Ho-seok lifted my chin so I was looking at him. His smirk grew.

"Only a Demon can do that." I felt hatred toward them all of a sudden. Hatred coursed through every pulsing vein I had. I flutter my wings as I listened to the voices. They brought false comfort, they brought nothing but lies.

"but...I'm not a demon!" I scream as Ho-Seok turns to the door. He only stops for a seconds, before opening the door.

"You will be soon."

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The crickets chirped. I stood on the balconey, letting the cold air hit my face. I felt scared, and not only scared but feeling like I had to get out. I had to get out and away before I ended up like them. Like the evil creatures they were. I head for the door, only for it to slam shut. Backing up, I felt a presence behind me. I spin around. Jimin sat on the ledge with his wings spread out behind him.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" He asked. I cross my arms.

"Last I checked, you weren't my mother." I insult. Jimin rolls his eyes and jumped beside me. I felt the cold, hard energy radiate off of his strong body.

"Don't you get it by now?" he asked startling me. His eyes stared in mine as he creeped closer. Closer than I'd like him to. "By Halloween, you'll become us." Halloween? That was tomorrow night! I couldn't become like them, no matter how much of an influenze they had on me. I back up and shake my head.

"You've got it all wrong!" I scream trying to open the door. "I'll never become like you!" I get the door open, before having it slam shut. Jimin's fun, flirty personality disappeared and was replaced with a dark exterior. One the belonged to the devil.

"You can't leave. You're marked." He states. I touch my neck. I was fully aware of the fact that I was marked. "By all seven of us!" I felt a sting as Jimin withdrew his hand back. What was with these people and slapping me? "You need to respect us!"

Respect? These creatures knew nothing about respect and how to earn it. I held the tears back as the voices rang in my ears.

'Push him.' they echoed. I didn't know what I did, or how, but in seconds, Jimin was in the air with me holding onto him. He flew me through a window and right into a wall. I felt a jolt of pain surround my body as I hit the wooden floor. I shake my head as I look to see all seven of the creatures staring at me. Yoongi glared at Jimin before kneeling beside me.

"You alright?" He asked. I nod.

"I think so."

"Good." before I knew it, he was dragging me out into the hall and pushing me against the wall so I couldn't move. His eyes flashed bright crimson red before his lips came to my ear. "Disobey us again...and I won't be so caring next time." He moved away, examinging my horrified expression.

"You-you'd hurt me?" I ask quietly. He shakes his head before moving my head to the side.

"No, but Taehyung will." I gasp as his grip pries from my body and a cold touch replaces it. I take in a sharp breath as a sharp pain escalated through my neck. I scream, and try to move but the grip only tightens as my blood drains.

"Taehyung...." I say weakly. "S-stop. P-please." When the pain stopped, I was met by Taehyung's blood dripping face. I touch my neck and felt the liquid on my fingers.

"Will you listen to us from now on?" He asks. His deep voice brought shivers down my spine. I look at the ground, feeling the blood ooze down my neck. Taehyung ran his finger up my neck, drawing the blood. I felt weak from bloodloss. "Well?" He asks licking his finger.

"Y-yes." I say before completely passing out.