And there she was, busted with her hand still shoved in the cookie jar. Caught in a way she knew she wouldn’t be able to talk herself out of… not that she was ever able to accomplish doing that. Not only because of the fact that not once has she ever successfully managed to lie to Jinyoung. But also that her eyes were wet… wet in the way a vampire would cry. Red bloody streaks lining the underneaths of her eyes and staining her normally pale cheeks.
Yeoreum was always a relatively emotional person… creature, if you will. It was possibly her greatest weakness. She knew that, Jinyoung knew that. It was obvious with the lectures she endured for being so devastatingly weak. For her, it wasn’t so easy to let go of her emotions, to fully release the past in those moments of stubborn nostalgia that threatened to knock her off of her feet.
Her slender fingers raised to push the redness off of her face, closing the book she had been reading while her gaze focused on her maker. “N-nothing…” Yeoreum stuttered, obviously lying, it was clear all over her face. Why is it that being what she was, she still lacked the courage to tell a simple white lie to her elders?
Not more than a couple of silent seconds later she knew there was no point in hiding anything. She should trust Jinyoung, despite how close in age they both appeared, she was the closest thing to a mother that she had any more. She raised Yeoreum into who she was today, though training and guiding. More time was spent by her side than anybody else’s, more laughs and more fights than with any other person she had ever met in all of her years.
And yet here she was, broken down and trying to keep it to herself. Mourning the loss of a life she had left behind almost seven decades ago. Stupid. God, she could be so stupid. Sometimes she questioned whether or not she was fully cut out for this whole… blood sucking, people killing, vampire-being thing. Her sigh was shaky as she finally confessed, saying what she knew needed to be said, “I thought about him today.”
sometimes she swore yeoreum forgot that she could read minds too. it was a power that not every vampire had so she didn’t necessarily blame the progeny for her frugal nature, but at the same time it could have saved her the murmured excuses in this discussion. the ability to focus in on an individuals thoughts was one of the most beneficial and annoying aspects about her birth; at times it came in handy to catch notice of someone lying to her in hopes they could manipulate her-- which she never let happen, and other times it was a ticking bomb that continued to explode in her head. voices constantly coiling around her head, their annoying little different pitches of voices stinging her senses that made her want to snap the nearest mortals bones in half. but she couldn’t do that either, it would defeat the purpose she had been building for thousands of years. she had to live in caution at times, the ripple straining across the process of her brain until she was able to calm herself down to function again. deep breaths, that’s what it took to slowly gather and piece the thoughts together. plus without yeoreum knowing it too she was pretty oblivious, the fumble twitching of her fingers and those ugly stains streaming down her face practically screaming what was going on in that little head of hers. why did this girl never listen? how many times did jinyoung have to tell her that the past is the past? don’t think back on it, forget it. it’s nonexistent now, there’s no going back. she should be thankful she was chosen as a progeny and was able to survive this long in the world. she was blessed with immortality after all, it’s not like this would be the first heart break she’d experience. jinyoung knew it herself, there would be more occurrences of this in progeny’s future, she could even hear the child herself thinking and pondering on that idea in her own thoughts. that’s why she needed to be taught strength now, to be able to block away silly emotions like this later on. if jinyoung could teach herself self reliance than yeoreum could be taught it by the master herself. simple logic.
“he’s gone so stop thinking about him.” in more simple words: she handled it. he was no longer in the picture in vague terms, and that’s all that mattered. for the millionth time yeoreum would just have to accept that fate, and it would be better soon than later since at this point they are taking steps backwards instead of forward. they needed to make progress in their plan of conquering and bringing light to their species, not retreating back to the first few lessons of training she dictated. it has been 66 years, even if they step with immortality treading their heels there is no time open for doubt or questioning. and it seemed she was going to have to demonstrate that, again.
razor sharp nails grasped themselves around the progeny’s neck, using force to brutally press her against the wall of the eve. the tint in her eyes was apparent enough for the only working employee to take their leave before they turned into a food source themselves, the rage building itself up to cause her fangs to grow from the pocket of her gums. oh no, yeoreum, look what you have done. “vampires can’t be with mortals, it doesn’t work. he is just food for us, a stepping stool to kick away after we get the real prize.” the pearly crystals of her fangs came across the progeny’s neck, as a realization of the reality she had to face. the reality she was living in for the past 66 years. “i thought you were different from those other toss away garbage bags i turned... but in moments like these you are just as useless as them. don’t make me get the silver chains to make you experience true pain since you seem to be adapting to those useless human qualities.”
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