His heart is frenzied. He wonders what her eyes look like, what she smells like, what she tastes like. His nails dig into his palm. The pounding doesn't stop in his chest.
She looks over her shoulder. The street is cast in pools of light and shadow. The shadows worry her. The unseen are unsettling. It's silent. There is the sound of shallow breathing and she snaps her head to look behind. Nothing. She exhales an unknowingly held breath, and proceeds to bump into another body.
His heart grows louder in his ear. Palms clench and unclench. She smells like wine, but she doesn't look drunk, quite the contrary. Her eyes winden at the contact, she shirks back and he can finally see the colour of her eyes. Brown, but barely there, having succumbed to the enlarged irises. His own have for very different reasons.
Kyungsoo. She hasn't known her co-worker for long, but even in their fleeting contact, there has been more dissent than cordiality. Do not show fear. Be in control. She can't trust him in a dark alleyway. She steps back, straightens her coat and tries her best to look like she doesn't want to bolt in the opposite direction. She mutters an apology, and starts to walk past him.
“Hey.” The voice is low, full and her eyes flicker to him as she moves. Has his voice always been like…. this? “Are you lost?”
“I'm quite fine,” she lies. Truth be told, the only reason she is alone is because someone had tipped a glass of champagne on her dress after one too many a shot of vodka and she had walked out. Into an unknown neighbourhood. With no practical knowledge of direction.
The lips part into a reassuring smile. She is too mesmerised to notice the look in the eyes. “That way leads to a blind alley and a warehouse… unless you happen to live there?” She narows her eyes. “It isn't safe.” His teeth drag across the lower lip, his eyes wander over hers. She mistakes it for nervousness. It is, but of another kind. “I'm going to the main street, you could follow behind me, if you like of course.” He bows his head in a goodbye and starts walking ahead.
She chews on her lips for a while, as he starts to get further away, she follows him, sticking to the other side of the street and the golden glow of the lights on the pavement. Strangely enough the main street is straight up ahead, she can see the deserted intersection and the blinking traffic lights not too far from her narrow alleyway.
His eyes drift over the soulless streets and then her figure in his peripheral vision. Only a little more. He breathes deeply. “Hey, be careful of the bike!”
She spins around. The street is dead behind her. Her lips form a question that never reaches fruition. She feels a chest pressed against her back, her arms pinned by a stronger one and there is a chemical fragrance emanating from the handkerchief pressed to her nose.
He withstands the kicks, the jostling, the defeated attempts at screaming until the body in his arms falls limp against his chest. He lets her head fall back against his shoulder and rests his own on it, swaying gently to an unheard rhythm. He breathes in, senses buzzing from her scent and smiles. His eyes close for a moment. She fits into his hold exactly as he had always known she would. His wait is over.
She wakes up to something soft against her cheeks and blocked vision. Black eyes gaze into hers and the nose almost brushing against hers. His lips smile serenely down at her, and her brain tells her to smile back. Then the notices the eyes— intense, ravenous, darkened over. The illusion shatters. She jerks back, shoving him away with her limbs.
“You fucking monster,” she hisses. “What did you do to me?!” He grabs an arm to stop himself from falling out of the bed and tilts his head a little.
“I haven't done anything,” he states, eyes still piercing through hers. “You fainted.”
“You choloformed me, freak!”
He pins her arms and looks down at her. Eyes wide, lips curled and cheeks flushed. Her toes curl and her chest rises and falls. He can't breathe.
“Let me go,” she snarls. It's almost like he can't hear her. He lowers his head and presses his lips under her ear, against her neck. She clenches her fists, and managed to free her right hand from his grasp.
He feels a sharp pain in his waist and an oozing warmth. A paper knife is lodged in his side and her hard is curled around it. The pain increases, he lets out a low growl.
She takes the moment to push him away and scramble off the bed, only to be dragged back. Why is he still smiling?
He presses her into the mattress, gritting his teeth. The smile is shaking now. The knife is in his hand. The snarl on her face freezes and melts into horror, inches away from his.
“Kyungsoo… please….”
The lips move against hers, teeth slowly dragging against them relentlessly. When they release her, she breathes again.
“Kyungsoo…. I…”
She has a brief moment to register something cold against her chest. The silence is smothered by a cry, and then shaky breaths. Her hands clutch at the sheets. Her legs kick in wild abandon. She feels the pain again, and then once more. The breaths give way to choked sobs.
“Stop…. it hurts….”
The sheets darken. His breathing becomes ragged, his arms tremble. His vision is a grainy film, fading in and out of focus.
“It hurts….”
She looks up at him with helpless eyes, slowly losing feeling in her limbs, and the will to offer resistance. Sweat glistens on her forehead and he reaches a hand out to wipe it away, trailing the finger down to her cheeks. Her eyes are watering, lips parted and trembling.
“Shhh… you'll be okay.”
The sobs slowly peter out into pained moans. He twists the knife one last time before dragging it out of her flesh. There is a swan song of a shriek, her eyes turn blank and the body stops shaking under him.
He presses a kiss to her cheek. His arms give way and he falls to his side. He drags himself up to rest at the crook of her neck. The scent of wine is diluted by an unpleasant iron smell. He breathes it in anyway in ragged gulps. His fingers trace over her immobile arms. There are unspoken promises traced into the patterns. Promises of a forever that have been fulfilled. He breathes in again and then closes his eyes.
(A/N: So I'm back, after nearly a year, thanks to yesterday's release of EXO's Monster. I hope to turn this into a longer fic at some point. Leave a comment and feed an author guys ~)
