kirsofthebts

[kirsofthebts]

Bloodlink

Chapter One

Chapter One

My favorite memory from my childhood are of baseball games playing loudly over the speakers by our pool. My dad loved baseball. I’d wobble over in my bathing suit complete with floaties, curious as to why he was yelling “YESSSS” and “ATTA BOYS”!

He also taught me how to hate when a player strikes out, and, more importantly, when the opposite team throws you a curve ball.

My head is throbbing, the freezing ceramic tile from our new kitchen against my cheek, reminding me I am, in fact, still alive. My hips are a thousand pinpricks of pain and I can’t help thinking that my days of bathing suit season have officially been cut in half. Laughter bubbles out of my mouth, adrenaline and hysteria working it’s way through the pain and distorting any rationale I may have had.

1 hour ago I was worried about whether my high-waisted suit bottoms would cover my fat handles.

1 hour ago I was giggling over a boy whose name I have now since forgotten and if I’ll be able to finally feel my lips against his.

1 hour ago I was thrilled about the idea of some physical fun that didn’t have any emotional repercussions.

All I’m thinking about now is what an idiot I was. And that my painfully styled blonde hair is now dyed with splashes of my blood. Fucking Demons.

“If I knew I would only have to wait a few weeks, I would have saved myself the energy of trying to take you from him. You really are one stupid girl for running away from the one Being that could keep you safe. But then again, you did put yourself out there in the first place, didn’t you.”

It wasn’t a question. The low voice radiated sarcasm and purred dark satisfaction.

Did I really believe I had been able to get away from this nightmare?

A face, broken from betrayal, flits in and out of my mind. Black hair, sharp jawline, clear skin that paled in the winter like snow but browned in the summer heat. His mouth was either in a goofy grin or an arrogant smirk, depending on the mood he was in. Two completely different grins and facial expressions, for one person. I hated that I loved those two opposites equally. His slanted, but unusually round eyes, that were usually crinkled in the corners from laughing at his own intelligence or lame dad jokes, were now slits of anger and something else I refused to acknowledge.

Lips that I promised to never think of again, barely hissing the words,

“You will regret this.”

Yeah, buddy. I do now, trust me.

I turn my head, the cheek that was just touching the floor now throbbing in pain. Great, I think, yet another bruise to explain away. I thought I was finally finished explaining where all of my unexplainable bruises came from when I moved to this bubble town.

I’m also learning the harsh way that not all dreams come true.

Staring down at me is a face that can only be described as sultry, a face that wet dreams(unfortunate true story) are made of and invokes erotic fantasies you didn’t even know you had. His jawline is sharp, clearly defining the angles of his symmetrical face. His eyes are a deep chocolate, the depths hiding monstrosities as deep as the Mariana Trench. His nose is straight and falls just above lips that hid a deep rasp, both able to talk you out of anything; clothing or dignity, mostly both. His longer silver hair brushes his brow, the dark undercut used as a facade for either a mommy’s boy with unruly bedhead or smoothed back to be the man you call Daddy.

I’m not the type of girl that swoons, but I do have a heart and a very healthy sex drive. And let me tell you, this face made each one throb.

Or it did, until I found out firsthand how deceiving looks are.

The owner of said face stares down at me, predator taking in prey. He’s relishing in the fact that I’m weak, helpless, and completely terrified.

Well, not terrified. But definitely scared. And more than a tiny bit pissed.

“Hey, V”, my now-cracked lips try to turn up to match his. Smirk versus smirk.

“I knew you were possessive but you don’t have to go all Misery on me.”

V laughs, his rich voice fills my kitchen like church bells. I hate his laugh. “You always had a wonderful sense of humor, Jennifer. Even in the worst-” I scream as he crunches my fingers under his obnoxiously fancy Gucci flats “-conditions, your remarks never let me down. I can only imagine how Jungkook felt about that iron-walled humor.” His expression changes to one of ruthless amusement. “Not very well, as it seems.”

At the sound of that name, my traitorous body burned with a mixture of anger and loss, sadness pouring through me like black sludge. I had once hoped to never feel this way again.

Jungkook

I force my face to stay arrogant, instead of breaking to pieces, the reaction I know V was hoping for.

“Still angry about me choosing him over you? Both of you boys-” I emphasize the word “boys” just to piss him off- “need to learn how to deal with rejection. It’s honestly just sad at this point.”

V’s face tilts upward, rolling his eyes with impatience as it does. “I don’t have time for this shit, Jennifer.”

He slowly bends down on one knee, placing his face right in front of mine, our noses nearly touching. Our eyes meet and I feel an intense pressure against my mind.

He’s trying to compel me.

I almost, almost, laugh.

“Tell me where you hid the Bloodlink.”

I widen my eyes comically, pretending to catch my breath, and say innocently in a forced Southern accent,

“Mama said life was like a box of chocolates…” I grab the front of his black turtleneck with my one unbroken hand, and whisper in his ear,

“…and I, personally, threw away all of your fucking chocolate.”

I’m smiling, while cringing that that was the best line I could come up with, as the asshole of demons curls his lips into a snarl, forcing my vision to go black with a painful thud of his fist.

[kirsofthebts]

i’ve always been interested in writing a story that i can share with others. something that the readers will find immensely amusing while also focused on the thrills and intrigue. i hate and love tropes. love them when done slowly and correctly, hate them when they’re thrown in for pure fan service and completely sloppy.

this is my first story back in dabbling with fanfics in a very long time and i plan on writing a lot more for this story. so please be kind and patient with me 😊

thank you and i hope you enjoy spitfire jenn, dorky(plus sometimes arrogant) jk, and devious v as much as i do writing them

here’s my wattpad upload or you can read the posted version here