Last Breath - Part 9
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After a day of being sick, and taken care of by a vampire, Minho was feeling surprisingly okay. His head felt a bit heavy, but he hoped with some sleep, he'd be all better by tomorrow.
Onew carried Minho back to the bed. The lack of effort he put into doing so was almost frightening. As often as Minho considered the fact that Onew drank blood and killed people at random, he seemed to forget that Onew could allegedly lift a whale.
Honestly, Minho thought it was humiliating and unnecessary being carried, so he argued the whole way, but was really too lazy to struggle. Then, with a careful, gentleness he didn't know Onew was capable of, he was laid down on the bed.
"Was that so bad?" Onew asked.
"Yes." Minho answered with a glare.
"How old are you?"
"Aren't you five?"
"Five vampire years. Which means about a hundred human years."
"You're like a dog?"
Onew waited for a moment, and then laughed. "Let's just say you win this one."
Minho smiled, full of pride, and said, "Because I did?"
"Yes. You did. Choose your prize."
"Peace and quiet."
"How about cough medicine instead?"
"Or both?"
"Only because you're sick~."
As Onew walked around the bed, going into the plastic bag that contained medicine, Minho started feeling embarrassed, thinking over the last bit of their conversation. Why, when he thought about it, did he sound so childish and stupid? He glanced at Onew, and wondered if he was giving the vampire more of a reason to think little of humans. What if he became annoying to Onew.. ?
"What's wrong with you?" Onew asked, apparently tapping into his sudden concern. "Are you tired of being waited on?"
"Maybe." Minho said, and searched for another subject as fast as he could. "Can I go out with you tomorrow?"
Onew stood up straight, a bottle of medicine in hand, and raised a brow at Minho. "You couldn't go out with me before you were sick. Why would you go out now?"
Minho had no argument. He wasn't much in a going out mood regardless. It was a pretty lame subject change. Onew looked concerned, "You really are out of it."
"Can you just give me the medicine?" Minho asked quietly.
Onew tossed him the bottle, and then picked up the bag of cookies, and an unfinished glass of juice from so much earlier. "I'll bring you water," he said, walking from the room, "Then I'm taking a shower."
Before Onew got out of the shower, Minho was deeply sleeping.
He woke up once, and Onew wasn't there. He mumbled his name before he fell asleep again.
When he woke up the second time, Onew was still nowhere to be seen. His head felt heavy, and he was sure he could go right back to sleep again if he tried. He was worried, though. Something just seemed off. He started to lean over his bed to get a look underneath when he saw a piece of paper on the table.
"You slept forever. Got hungry. I'll be back soon.", it said.
Minho frowned, feeling rather betrayed. They spent just about the entire day together yesterday, and he'd gone to sleep with the impression that Onew really was kind of.. nice, and considerate. Of course, the vampire still needed to eat. Still, for some reason, it really bothered him to wake up without Onew near. Couldn't he have waited a little longer?
Minho sat up, and caught a glance at the digital clock on the dresser by the TV. It was almost midnight already?
Before he could start lecturing himself about his serious sleeping issues, the sound of a door got his attention. Maybe Onew was back? .. Maybe Onew was just leaving.
He was in no mood to rush around anywhere, but he got up anyway, stepping quickly to the bedroom door and pulling it open.
Where he had hoped to see Onew, his nightmare stood.
Siwon wore black jeans and a white blazer over a black shirt. His hair was perfectly set in place, and his expression was calm, even though he'd obviously just broken a door, seeing as he was holding a knob.
It made Minho's move seem especially useless, but he slammed the bedroom door and locked it. Even in the middle of panic, as he rushed over to the window and tore the cloth from in front of it, he could hear Siwon's footsteps to the door like some kind of countdown. It made it all the more horrifying for him to find the lock of the window was jammed.
He pulled on his so hard that it hurt his fingers, but it wouldn't budge. The door didn't sound like it was breaking behind him. Just a soft bang noise, as if it had juts been normally shut. When he turned to see, though, Siwon had yet another knob in his hand.
"Were you planning on jumping all the way down?" Siwon asked, his voice surprisingly calm. Minho, when he was bonded to the vampire, could tell his emotions beneath that phony exterior. Now, however, it seemed perfectly real.
Minho squeaked softly, turning away from the window. "How did you find us?"
"Someone saw Onew at a pharmacy nearby. It wasn't difficult to find my way here with a bit of research." Siwon looked almost amused, looking at the bed. "You're sick?"
"Onew will be back soon."
"Should I hurry and get rid of you then?" Siwon calmly asked, stepping closer to Minho.
Minho moved slowly further, glancing around for an escape route he knew wouldn't exist. "Get rid of me?"
"Kill you. You didn't think I'd want to bond again, did you?"
"If you kill me, you can't use me against Onew."
"My mission is to kill him, as well. I don't exactly need you to do so."
Minho looked at Siwon now, eyes wide. "You're going to kill him?"
"He's more trouble than he's worth, according to The Council. They just want him gone. So whether I kill you myself now, or you die when he does, your life is over."
As he took several steps, closing the distance between them, Minho shot to the side so he could at least attempt to run. Siwon caught him easily, grabbed his arms, and pulled him back in front of himself. "I didn't want it to be this way." Siwon said softly.
Minho screamed, trying and failing to push away from Siwon.
Siwon twisted him, pulling him until he could wrap his arms around him from behind, and his hand covered Minho's mouth tightly. Minho sobbed against the hand, going limp against Siwon. He really had no energy for this.
"I'll give you a chance, Minho." Siwon said to him, "And it is the only one you'll get, so I suggest you consider it carefully.
Minho tried to calm himself, to better focus on whatever Siwon had to say. The vampire waited a long moment before he spoke, saying, "Prove to me that you can be obedient. Beg for me to bond with you again, and I will."
When Minho was still for a minute, Siwon lowered his hand. "You don't have long to decide."
"I don't want to die." Minho said, after a long shaky breath.
"Onew can't save you. I could snap your neck in a second, before he even came close."
"Please," Minho said, "Please, I don't want to die.."
"Then what do you want?"
Minho shut his eyes, trying not to cry, although it was far too late for that. He tilted his head back, deeply inhaling, and hoping by the time he was done taking a breath, Onew would burst in and-- and then what? Would Siwon really just kill him? Just like that?
He had no reason not to. Minho had seen Onew do worse. And Onew, he thought, wasn't as bad.
"Please, bond with me."
"No." Siwon said, pushing Minho away from him. Minho stumbled forward, and Siwon grabbed his shoulders, twisting him around once again so that they stood face to face. "Do you want to live, or not?"
"I do. Please..."
"Beg."
"Please.."
"Minho." Siwon said, "Not with words."
Minho looked horrified at Siwon, but Siwon just looked seriously back at him, eyes so dark and angry that for a moment, Minho thought he could feel it, like they were bonded again.
Full of nerves, he grabbed tightly onto Siwon's shoulders with shaking fingers. He lifted his head, and made himself do it quick, because he wasn't sure he could do it otherwise. He touched his lips to Siwon's, waiting a moment to see that the vampire wasn't about to reject him and tell him that was definitely not what he meant. Siwon just stayed still. So Minho worked his mouth against his desperately, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, harshly sucking. If he was thinking about it, he'd know he was trying to imitate his previous kisses, but thinking in this situation, where he thought he was really just seconds away from Onew popping in and causing his immediate death, was pretty much impossible.
He just kissed, as well as he could, because his life depended on it.
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