open ; danse macabre
Taehyung runs, sprints, mud and dirt clinging to his snow white sneakers as he passes building after building, the cold air burning his throat when he gasps for breath.
He's been born into a hunter family and hell, - he is a hunter's son, - but running away from vampires proves to be outright impossible unless you possess the legs of a damned cheetah or whatever.
The boy stops for a second, nearly keels over; and tries to catch his breath while his eyes sweep the street from left to right in search of his lovely, lovely persuaders with fangs.
"Goddamnit, …" he breathes out, "This is just peachy,"
...
It all started at the club he usually spins for, a familiar environment; except that Taehyung decided to sell his goods directly and blend with the crowd this time. Little did he know that he picked the wrong pack to mess around with ; a bunch of weirdos he haven't seen around the island before.
Taehyung figured they were out on a vacation or something, - the Jeju-do is a pretty common tourist place after all, - so he decided to seize the opportunity and offer up some blood for a higher price than usual.
The leader, (Taehyung guessed the man in charge) spoke with a heavy accent, and the rest of the group talked to each other in a tongue Taehyung did not recognise. He should've (oh, he should've…!) realised that something strange was going on the moment he took outside with the group, getting ready for transaction, - when one of the buff ones aimed a fist directly at his face.
The young hunter barely dodged ; almost knocking his head against the tile wall behind him during the attempt to block, - and nearly blacked out. Taehyung knew things will go to shit from there onwards, and he could literally do nothing but run at this point.
He throws whatever blood bags he's got on him to the angered pack and flees, - runs and runs, and keeps running until his bones ache and muscles burn.
...
Taehyung wheezes, and decides to slip into an empty alley for cover. He was sure he didn't shake them off just yet, but they were nowhere to be seen. There was exactly four of them, and there's no way he could take out four vampires by himself.
"I'm not dying here, right, …"
The boy swallows, and reaches underneath his leather jacket for his 357 magnum caliber revolver, one he haven't used in ages since his training days. Taehyung's fingers are trembling, but he's focused, - eyes trained on the empty street before him.
-- A dark figure jumps out and Taehyung shrieks, covers his mouth to keep from shouting, actually, and fires two shots in general direction of his attacker.
The gunshot resonates through the neighbourhood and surprises the vampire, which gives the young hunter the opportunity to turn on his heel and sprint into the alley, messily climbing the fence that separates death from life ; aware that his followers are approaching from behind.
Once he reaches the top, Taehyung sits back and turns around, the revolver ready in his hand;
"YOU ASSHOLES!"
Spit.
"How much do you think that fucking blood cost me?! Get the hell out of this town before I call up the goddamn association and they burn your sorry asses on stakes!"
He fires few more shots at the feet of the four figures standing below him, the group probably in a slight shock now that Taehyung is just shouting at them like he's possessed or something.
The boy jumps down, hissing in pain as his ankle takes all of his weight, - but he gets up anyway and starts running again, towards the exit and far, far from what just happened at the other side of the fence.
Exhaustion is starting to wear him down, and Taehyung's attention fails him as he suddenly bumps into something, - someone, - a dark figure at the end of the alley he was about to escape from.
"Shit-- … Who …?"