Hellfire

Lets take a dark spin on this :smiling_imp: Im sorry of this this feels rushed #QCMonthly

:warning: TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of blood, murder, and partial nudity :warning:

{ Live life how you want, it’s yours anyway }

-BTS, Fire

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“Ugh, my brother wont let me go to any of his parties.”

I stared at my friend, Byron, with an interested look. He rarely cared about parties.

“Why’s that?” I leaned over the couch armrest and gazed into his eyes. “Devin is quite ok with you.”

“They’re the one way ticket to fame. We’d be able to hunt more monsters down.”

I felt my fangs grow in. It was just peachy being a vampire. He just ed over me from the other couch.

“You’ve been 17 for what now? Three years?” He asked me.

I nodded. “Kinda trippy if you ask me. Wanna Turn?”

Bryon shook his head. “The two of us are monster hunters in the name of all that is holy.”

I sort of agreed with what he was saying. “Buuuut, we’d be able to hunt more down. Only a wooden stake stands in our way.”

He shook his head. “I’d rather not.”

I slouched back into the couch. My leather jacket still quite stiff against my back. I found a vial in one of pockets.

“Is that the Blood Curse?” Byron pointed at the vial.

I quickly agreed. “I’ve been thinking of drinking it.”

“Are you serious?! That kills everything! Even the undead.”

“I know... I’m a vampire that’s hunting down other vampires. It just doesn’t seem right.”

“It’s your eternal life. Live life how you want, it’s yours anyway.”

“Then I’m going to poison Devin with this.” I held the Blood Curse towards him.

“No, you can’t. What’s the point of it?” Byron almost laughed as though I was joking.

I shook my head and stood up, putting away the vial. I shrugged. “Instant fame.”

Byron walked over and slapped me. “You don’t need to think this way. You aren’t the murder weapon that you need to be.”

“Then stay with me.” I looked at him and his face softened like a puppy.

“Wha- What do you mean?“

“What’s the point of going to Devin’s parties. It’s just booze, drugs, and sex. Can’t we stay here.”

Byron leaned into me and gave a small flitting kiss on my lips. It was one after another and the emotions could only grow. He lost his shirt and I shed the leather jacket, exposing the black bra I had underneath.

In a quick instant, he realized why we couldn’t go on and ripped the silver cross off his neck.

I traced his jawline with my fingers.

He was so beautiful for this world.

It was a shame...

I immediately bared my fangs and dug them into the soft tender meat of Byron’s neck. With that, he screamed in anguish and agony.

He shot forward and I saw the wooden stake in his pocket. This boy never really trusted me and I smirked.

I took it and, like butter, thrust it through his spine and heart. I felt him jerk towards me.

“You changed, Byron.” I kissed his lips one last time and left with the lingering taste of metal.

I watched the red blood turn black as he was Turning and took the Blood Curse and poured it into his stab wound and mouth. The poison made him start to fizz and bubble where the poison was.

It wasn’t worth losing a couple lives for Bryon’s “research.”

I picked up my worn leather backpack and left the room, out the house, and into the pitch black of night. I saw the two small lights at the other end of the field and started running.

“Looking beautiful as ever, baby,” my girlfriend wrapped her arms around my waist. “You smell like him.”

“And he is done for. Mortals really only want ‘love’.” I pecked her lips. We walked towards the old pickup truck.

Devin came out from the driver’s seat of the truck and gave a wolf whistle. “I’d tap that.”

I felt her arms tighten around me. “She’s taken, werewolf buddy.”

Devin laughed and then sternly looked at me. “How is-?”

“I Turned him, wooden stake, and the Blood Curse. Needed to get rid of it anyway.” I took the Solo Cup from his hand and took a swig. “Let’s get to the MoonLight Ball.”

“You have your clothes and research notes in the bag, right?”

I nodded.

Devin went back and started the car as me and my girlfriend cuddled up in the back of the pickup.

The thought of Byron harming either of these two for his supposed research was now gone. It wasn’t the point of monster hunting. Not murdering and torturing us.

He had Turned, I suppose, but not me.

Besides, this was my life and anything keeping from living it would pay the consequences. Even if it meant running from place to place.