Moments like these, beautifully peaceful moments, where the world once again stops for them. There are no troubles, no fights, all perfection. Feeling as if the clouds could open to show heaven shining down in them in support. No matter the evil that originated in a vampire's unbeating heart and soul. His life was completely turning, and shattering in the best way possible, shifting the universe so that he could once again love with his entire being. No longer empty from a false love, creating a mindless reality of a connection that wasn't there. A spell casted over his fragile mind, once weak and gullible. Tainted with evil by one he wished he would never see again. The betrayal still fresh, the scar not fully healed, mind not completely recovered. Somehow able to haunt him still, even with the wonderful being before him. Jungkook. Exhausted and weak, unable to even move, in a deep snoring, peaceful slumber. Taehyung didn't mean to go so far, nearly draining his blood, straining his body. It was all completely in the moment of heat, lust and desire. Paired with the love that overwhelms his heart, to the point where expressing isn't just enough. The sex unfulfilling in the way that he could show how much he truly loved Jungkook. So he attempted careful touches, and soft kisses. Things that humans would do to show care. Still new to the idea, he was incredibly awkward, but it was surely entertaining for Jungkook to watch.

The delicate scent of his marked one, where he could curl up into, like the comfort of a warm blanket on a snowy, chilly winter night. The feeling of warmth and comfort, all in a scent of randomly combined exquisite delights. A warm fire, or maybe a lit candle. A deep inhale of a fresh breeze, surrounded by wood of trees, and sharp grass, underneath a lit night sky full of stars. Whenever he touched Jungkooks body, or breathed in his mesmerizing scent, these images all became apart of what he'd feel. Emotions swooning. That for once in his neverending path of darkness, there was a light at the tunnel, and when he ran down that neverending path, Jungkook would be there waiting, smiling, holding out his hand. Saying "I waited for you." While smiling so brightly. Caressing his face, holding him close, hands linked. He could cry, shake and sob with tears that finally his path would end, he wouldn't have to wonder aimlessly amongst the shadows of sin, dark and night. He could leave the darkness and step into the light that surrounded Jungkook. His light he so greedily fed from, selfishly taking that light as his own. But Jungkook always gave. With a smile, he gave and would keep on giving so perfectly. With tears he'd smile so much it pained him to see.

The night far too perfect once again.

Suddenly Jungkooks sweetly bitter scent was tainted with a dark sour smell. Harsh and painful to bathe in, pinching at his nose. He was overcome with a sharp chill, the light slowly fading. The feeling of betrayal evermore fresh. The tunnel clouding with dark mist once again, coming down and swallowing him whole. Jungkooks smile still bright, but slowly fading far away. The darkness moving away from the light, and Jungkook becoming less and less visible. Hand letting go, and once again reaching out for him. Smiling while calling his name as he fell back into the dark tunnel, that became a well. Falling deeper and deeper into an endless well. The light at the end dimming, he wanted to scream "no!". He wanted to shout and run for Jungkooks hand. All he could do was cry "wait for me."

"What a sight to behold."

Taehyung jolted, startled by the voice. The darkness surrounding him. That feeling he resented, and despised deeply. The person he loathed so much. The scent he wanted to destroy, evading and clouding his air like heavy fog. That cold shower of snow, burying him under. Keeping him bound in the darkness of false warmth, his body shutting down and dying out in a false reality. Never again, he swore. Never again. But, once again that awful being would torment him. How? This couldn't be. His mind was creating false visions, they had to be the reason.

"Irene."

The witch who once possessed his entire existence, standing before him. Smiling mescheviosly. The black swirling in her eyes, layered with those purple dots. She curled an arm over the other, not expecting an opened armed welcome, but not so happy about the sight. The visions true, she surely thought she was being fooled, her vampire went and marked a worthless little human. A dethroned king at that. Of what? A pathetic attempt to save him. Bullshit. She would not be fed lies, Taehyung was not created to be this way. Defiant, and foolish. Gazing at a humans frame with so much emotion, handling his body so fragile. The woman was surely mistaken by the sight.

"Hello, love." Irene smiles at the shock, and anger on Taehyungs face. He was always easy to upset, easy to startle. She was sure no one could possibly frighten Taehyung like she could. Simply because he never feared anything, she taught him to be that way, she trained him to be that way. Only for him to indeed fear her, after finding out the truth. She could laugh in mockery at his face, laced with betrayal and anger. So suddenly marked with fear at the realization, he couldn't kill her.

"Don't." Taehyung snarls. Immediately looking over to Jungkook who hasn't awoken. His rage slightly calmed, no need to destroy everything in sight. His light was here. The overwhelming desperation to protect Jungkook just then occured, and his eyes no longer were clouded with mindless rage, instead layered with concentration and determination. He wouldn't let her confuse him, she wouldn't get close. Irene was a trickster, though he couldn't kill her, he sure as hell could do worse than that. "What the hell are doing here?!" His voice harsh, snarling and hissing out every word. Still quiet, hushed to not wake Jungkook. He slowly rises from the bed, taking on look at the human's exhausted frame once more before cautiously stepping toward the deceiving witch.

"Oh, why the face? That's not very nice. Will you not welcome me?" She frowns, her tone clearly disregards Taehyungs question. His posture certainly unwelcoming, the emotion swirling in his eyes exciting her. It's been so long.

"Don't play games with me, witch. This is the home of The Kims. Royal family of the Underworld. As of final decree you were banished from this land. State your purpose, or consequences will not be in your favor!" Taehyung's eyes are ignited with flames, his hatred layered within his informal speech and he felt it best be to disregard formality. She didn't have a right to be named. Coming back, trying to anger him. Was it all not enough? Especially now. When everything was perfectly align. When Jungkook was here, when the vampires slowly began to accept his humans presence. Jungkook getting along with his brother, and once again, Jimin. Why was it this woman, who continuously had to ruin his living? She doomed him from birth, had she truly cursed him? Is this what she wanted? Him to fall helplessly in love, to be tormented once again, broken once again! Never again! He would not allow it. No longer. He had to rid of this rage, this cause of his endless stress.

"Witch? How disrespectful of you, Taehyung. I never thought you would be so defiant. Oh, how inheritance has become you." Irene speaks so casually, but voice laced with underlying anger of Taehyungs informality. Addressing her as an outsider, not allowing himself to give her the light of day. He wasn't so weak as she remembered, his shoulders more broad, eyes darker, hands dipped in more blood. This vampire wasn't so easily trembling any longer. Years apart from Irene seemed to have strengthened him. His presence wrapped with a strength and guard that resembled her own spells, her power. The invisible shield that made any cower when close.

"Inheritance? My parents died." Taehyung growls, his eyes a deep red. He felt the heat of anger, and wrath starting to boil. The witch was so infuriating, everything about her enraged him. Her wicked smile, her words, eyes, smell, and presence. All of which he once cluelessly enjoyed under a smell. As of now, he could only loathe her entire being.

"I know. What? Sorry, my condolences. Truly they were great kings. Their only mistake was choosing me to create your birth. Don't tell me you forgot, I created your exorkízo." Irene says. Yes, give that look. Its what he wanted. He knew she was responsible for his life, even becoming. They were connected and it was nothing he could do about it. Killing he would result in his death. Such a tragic story.

Witches centuries ago, would bargain strength and protection of vampires in order to give them children. Vampires can't have children of their own, not unless created while human. Birthed vampires were becoming more and more rare and desired as witches died out. Witches were suddenly being massively murdered. Scared witches sought the help of vampires in need of children for protection, fearing their lives would be next. These children were created from magic, no one truly knew how they came to be. Only the witches. Creating a vampire purely from magic was dangerous, especially trying to create a being could easily go wrong, and end up creating a delirious monster. So, how did they do it?

Centuries ago when many other magical creatures were present, a realm that took over the Earth. Coexisting, but not quite there. When there were existing , well known, extremely rare creatures of birth. Being able to create children from magic, of another. Consuming the magic, a baby is formed. No one ever found out how their existence came to be, nor could they recreate the process. It was rumored to happen by creating their own life energy from magic. Making their own fetus someone else's. Since they supposedly had no gender, despite looking that of a goddess, they could create a child of their own. Asexually.

The Aglaia.

Name meaning beauty, from the practices of their existence. Human-like angelic creatures. Witches were able to conjure Aglaia, bringing them forth to create the fetus. Vampires weren't able to bring forth their own magic, despite possessing it. So witches would draw their magic into the Aglaia for the creature to consume and create. The magic of witches is to insure the baby would actually become a baby. Also the growth of the baby. Vampires would indeed stop aging at some point and they insured the baby wouldn't forever be a baby. Some practices hadn't insured this, mistakenly creating the mythical creature called ""

Possibilities of creating another Aglaia was also incredibly high, so witches made sure to mold the shape, and check the process of birth so that everything went smoothly.

Birthed vampires were soon to be known as highly gifted. They possessed beauty of the Aglaias goddess angelic beauty, and the eternal beauty of a vampire. They were named a full package. Sought after, and extremely powerful creatures, with partial stored magic of the witches, increasing the magic that vampires were unable to call forth, witches opened that sorce for them. So they could freely use their own magic as well. Powers were only granted to those of 'born' status. Magic already brought forth for them to use and possess as babies.

With their powerful existence, witches would bargain this process called ""-meaning conjure-would conjure the Aglaia and create the desired child. Irene spoke of this. She never mentioned the second spell that he found was placed on him. A spell named "" meaning shadow. A mindless spell that creates mindless soldiers, who blindly follow their creators with the impression they are in love, in a false reality. A caregiver environment only out of obsession.

Irene obsessed over the creation of vampires born of exorkízo. The perfect soldiers, sheltering her with their power. Indebted to her for creating their existence. The power of a birthed child fully to her use, unable to hurt her from the connection that forbids it. Magic that goes into the births binds them for life, the death of a witch who practiced exorkízo would kill that birthed vampire. So protecting the witch was indeed necessary, solving the witches fear. Instead Irene wanted to selfishly obtain these creatures as her own. She had one so perfect. Taehyung, before his parents found out. Taking him away and getting a witch to disable the spell. Making the realization come crushing down on the poor vampire. Years of blind love. She had to admit it was fun.

"That was centuries ago. Witches no longer need our protection, no one hunts them. It is us who are in turn being hunted for our powers. But where are the witches? No where. Funny how the witches made it so that if we die, they wouldn't." Taehyung expresses his hate. Knowing all too well about the ancient practice of exorkízo. He was birthed from. He only spoke to one other birthed vampire in his lifetime, a beautiful creature. They were excited to even speak, the rarity of exorkízo birthed children unlikely to be found. Nearly 1 in 100,000 vampires. They spoke of their witches once, a strange topic. Hyungsik, the vampires name, told him his witch was wonderful and caring like a third parent. He said they had a bond where he could share thoughts, and they'd have weird things in common. They shared similarities in magic, even eyes. It was weird. He hasn't experienced those things with Irene. Or maybe he hated her too much to notice. They were nothing alike. His magic was wild and untaimed, but not wicked and malicious, despite how dark his magic became over the years.

When he first started experimenting with magic around his parents. At such a young age. His magic was so beautiful. Like fairies floating around a pond, of fireflies lighting a night sky. He once turned dead leaves, and a field of brown grass into a field of ethereal art. Flowers blooming in neverending green. Water raining down from the sky, at the end of the castle a rainbow formed. He ran home that day with a big smile on his face, screaming to to his parents about what he created. They were smiling so bright. His parents Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon. Once magnificent rulers of The Underworld. Creaters of The Underworld. Building the kingdom brick by brick. To promise their children a better future, a better surrounding. Not only filled with blood, but with a community that loves. A family. Sadly they only had one child. Kim Taehyung.

"I see you've marked a human. Why would you go and do such a horrible thing. Have the old hag witches sniffing around about what you did. Making me look bad." The other witches hadn't said such a thing, she went snooping around finding out for herself during their time in Goldernia. Where he confessed his love in the safety of Jungkooks quarters. "Giving him my poem. My words you once spoke so sweetly to me."

"It was never your poem. It was mine. Meant for someone I love. I was never in love with you. Dont tell me you forgot, you created my skiá." He mocks her tone. Head tilting in order to taunt the witch further, noticeably jealous. Of course he could remind her of the spell that caused him to say such ridiculous words to a person undeserving.

Irene clenches her jaw, then relaxes. She sighs. "Now, Taehyung~ you know that spell was only meant to insure my safety. Your parents were royal, I couldn't be so sure they'd let you just adventure to my every call when I was in danger, I couldn't have that."

Lies. All disgusting lies after another. The words coming from her mouth were becoming more and more sickening. "You never went to meet my parents. You'd always lure me out with your spell. You could've just asked, Irene! My parents were good people, they'd have understood what they bargained for! You shall not disgrace their loyalty and honor, I forbid it!" His pupils dilate and irises enrage with and red outlined in a bright blue. The inner layering purple. The witch even mentioning his parents was incredibly infuriating. He couldn't stand this any longer.

"You shouldn't speak to me so coldly, love. I wont allow it. Wouldn't want your little fleshling to experience something..... cold as well?" Irene taunts. A smirk appearing on her face when Taehyung realises what she suggests. His mind flashes to the cold endless tunnel, the image of Jungkook crying and lost running helplessly beside him. The red and black layered of sinister laughter at the end of the tunnel reaching for them as they come forward, their running unstoppable. Jungkook being pulled into the darkness as he watched, painfully screaming. Misguided, looking up and seeing a well, a rope hanging where light was shining. He foolishly takes the rope climbing to the top. Irene standing at the end, waiting, smiling, hand reaching out saying "I waited for you."

No.

"YOU DARE TRY, WITCH!! This is my home. You shall not threaten me! Or my marked one! I will see to it that you experience a excretion worse than death!" Taehyung is pissed. Winds start to pick up around him and the room grows shockingly cold. The flames behind his eyes are large and impossible to put out, he can only see red.

"Just remember that, love. Come to me, like you're supposed to, or feel heartbreak once again as I torment your human, burning his mind into a jumbled mess until he pathetically submits to my skiá, placed over him. Let's see you get a witch this time, Taehyung. Try killing me, huh? But, wait, you'll die too! Hahaha~ try, Taehyung! Hahahaha~ TRY TAEHYUNG!!! TRY ME!! TRY TAEHYUNG—"

"TAEHYUNG! TAE! My, love Tae. Please." Jungkook shakes his frame helplessly, his eyes scared and shaking. Heart thumping. The blankets fallen off his shoulders, hair unkempt, visibly swollen. His eyes wide, still evidently tired, having been suddenly awoken from his sleep. Still terrified once Taehyungs jolted awake eyes shaking but slowly begin to clear from the enraged dark red and bright blue. Purple leaving slower than the others.

"Jungkook? Jungkook...Jungkook...." Taehyung mumbles weakly, reassuring himself that everything was alright. He squeezed Jungkook tightly to himself, snuggling into the human's neck for comfort. His body trembling with fear that his grasp would loosen and Jungkook wouldn't be there anymore. He couldn't help the whimper that poured from his mouth after Jungkook called his named in a hushed comfortable whisper, telling him everything would be okay. Not asking questions, just comforting. Holding him close, and rubbing over his back.

"I love you, I'm here."

Just remember that, love.