"These are my favorite kind of parties. College students are definitely the best. They throw a damn party for no reason." Jungkook grinned as he approached the entrance.

"Mhmm." Namjoon said quickly walking behind him.

"What if college would've been like this back in my day? Can you imagine?

"I guess it would've been fine. If you were normal you know."

"I hated being normal. This way is much better. Mmm. The smell is delicious." He smirked licking his bottom lip.

"Please. Don't make a mess. No killings. I don't want us to move yet. I actually like this town." Namjoon said hurried.

Jungkook rolled his eyes turning to face him, "Can't you predict what's going to happen? Plus, if any of these fuckers went missing I bet you no one will miss them. They're literally killing themselves right now by drinking their lives away. I would pretty much do the world a favor."

"No. Jungkook, we agreed no killing. We're new and if we start getting attention—"

"Have you seen it happen?"

"No. That doesn't mean—"

"Exactly." He said turning back around and going up the stairs.

"My visions don't work like that. They come and go. I have no control over them. They're usually about people I have strong feelings for." Namjoon explained.

It was pointless because now Jungkook was through the door and in the dorm room. Which was filled with drunk college students. Jungkook knew Namjoon's abilities couldn't be controlled he just chose to not care. It was easier that way.

"So that means you don't have strong feelings for us?" Yoongi teased.

Namjoon looked back startled, "Where were you? The parking lot is not that big that you can get lost."

"Geez. Calm down. I was exploring." He responded adjusting a watch on his wrist.

Namjoon gasped, "Don't tell me you..."

"No. I didn't kill him you psycho. He gave it to me himself." Yoongi grinned holding up his wrist.

"Really? It's hard for me to believe that he willingly gave it to you. I can't keep track of you two! I'm the one that has to clean the tracks."

"Aww. Dude, you need a drink. You really need to stop drinking Bambi's blood. It's not doing you any good. Loosen up buttercup." He winked pinching his cheek.

Namjoon groaned pulling away annoyed, "Whatever. Let's go inside. Jungkook is in there and I can hear him making his way through the crowd. I don't want no surprises."

"Trust me this is the ideal place to fuck shit up. They're so drunk and high they'll end up getting blamed for it. Or their rich parents will pay to cover it up."

"Yoongi! We...we agreed to this. We are to keep a low profile. Did you forget already? I really want to stay here. It's important to me." He whispered.

Yoongi shrugged opening up the door. The music blasted loudly against their ears. The noise use to bother him.

Not anymore. He quite enjoyed it. It would silence his demons. At least for a little bit. "Don't you think I will leave your side." Namjoon quietly said.

Yoongi sighed. So much for silencing his demons. At times like these he wished that he had normal hearing like the average person. That way he could ignore him. Junkook was pretty good at doing that. Then again he was also more careless than him.

"Okay! We came to a party. What are we suppose to do in parties Namjoon?" He asked turning around.

"I simply can't trust you with alcohol and a bunch of teenagers."

"Adults." He corrected.

"They're basically still teenagers. They're irresponsible, stupid, unthoughtful, rude and—hey! Wait! I am talking to you!"

Yoongi approached Jungkook who was standing by the corner. He had a drink at hand and was staring at the crowd hungrily.

"Please tell Namjoon to hop off our dicks."

"I can hear you." He said moments later.

"Namjoon has always been like this. You'll get used to it." He calmly replied.

"I'm so fucking sorry I care about our identities. You know, if I were like either of you we'd be dead! Or in a laboratory being experimented on. In fact we would..."

Yoongi rolled his eyes and when he saw a guy walking by with a drink he grabbed his forearm yanking him.

Namjoon gasped panicked. Would this be the end? Would he dig into his neck right here in front of everyone? It was hard to tell Yoongi's actions.

"How about we do no killings tonight and you relax." Yoongi said glancing at Namjoon.

Jungkook smiled amusingly watching Namjoon panic. He knew what was going through his mind. Pushing the guy in the red shirt away from Yoongi to avoid further problems.

But Yoongi could easily rip his neck out before Namjoon even had time to do it. Simply because he was closer.

So he nodded slowly, "Okay. Deal."

"Cool. Thanks for the drink." Yoongi said snatching the guys cup away and letting him go.

"Hey! That's mine-!"

"Well now it's mine. Now go away before I dig my hand in your chest and rip your pretty little heart out. I will eat it." He cheesed.

The guy's eyes widen and he quickly ran away horrified. "Pathetic." Yoongi murmured finishing his drink.

"What if—?"

"He won't remember me."

"Unless he sees you again." Namjoon clarified.

"Right. Which he won't."

"I'll be right back." Jungkook said heading towards a group of people. He didn't need another lecturing before the night even started.

Namjoon fought the urge to follow him behind. He knew if he pushed either of them too much they'd snap.

"Seriously. Have a drink." Yoongi chuckled.

"Mhm. Yeah." He whispered walking to the kitchen. Plus, he could probably watch over them better by being away.

Jungkook had just approached a blonde girl in a pretty pink dress. She sat on a couch with a red cup at hand.

"Hey. Are you here by yourself?" He asked leaning over her.

As soon as she looked up she became flustered. The way he stood so confidently was incredibly attractive. He looked like he owned the world and it was evident in his tone of voice as well.

"N-no. I'm here with my boyfriend." She responded.

Jungkook smirked, "I have always had a soft spot for truthful women. They're so sexy."

She looked down at her lap feeling a blush creep up her face. Her heart started racing and Jungkook felt his mouth salivate.

"What's your name?" He asked taking the last sip of drink. If he kept concentrating on her beating heart any longer he'd lose his shit. His long hair rested over his dark eyes hiding his desire to drain every once of blood out of her body.

"Rosé." She responded looking back up.

"Rosé. What a beautiful name. I've met quite a few throughout the centuries. None of them compare to your beauty though."

She laughed a bit confused. He spoke in a very seductive way that just kept her mesmerized. "Centuries? What?"

"Forget it. Tell me Rosé, are you finishing that drink?"

"Uhh...no. Not really."

"Do you mind if I have it?"

She shook her head no and handed it to him. He gladly took it staring deeply in her eyes. Their hands brushed against each other.

"Are you really here with your boyfriend? Because I don't see him. How about we go out for a little walk?"

"I really can't. He...he said he'd be right back." She said pulling her hand away.

"If I were your boyfriend I wouldn't leave your side for a second." He whispered with a smile.

She giggled covering her mouth, "Oh. Thanks I guess?"

"No worries. Believe me this won't be the last time we meet." He winked and turned around.

As soon as he did she stopped smiling. A sudden wave of confusion fell over her when she looked down at her empty hand. Where the hell had she left her drink?

"I see your prey consists of pretty women in dresses." Yoongi told once he had arrived right beside him.

"I'm not biased. I'm going to prey on her boyfriend too."

"Nice."

"Where's Namjoon?"

"In the kitchen getting a drink and overhearing our conversation I suppose."

"Of course. You know he is. Now if you excuse me I have a boyfriend to look for." He threw Rosé's empty cup on the floor and kept moving.

Yoongi leaned against the wall stomping his foot to the rhythm of the song. To be drunk college kids they had a good taste for music.

Suddenly, he could feel his mouth becoming dry. The temple headache was intensifying by the second. If he didn't feed he'd become a reckless mess.

He quickly put the cup to the side on a table and looked around. He always liked to pick his victim differently.

Unlike Jungkook who was always predictable. The popular  pretty type were his thing. Whereas Yoongi preferred a little of everything.

When he saw the guy in the red shirt he smirk. He did tell him to run or that he would rip his heart out. Either way he didn't listen.

As he started approaching him the guy glanced in his direction. In a matter of seconds he remembered what had just occurred a few minutes ago.

He immediately turned around to run. Yoongi smirked calmly following behind. He couldn't outrun him and that was the truth. However, when the red shirt guy bumped into another boy he stopped.

"Hey!" The flustered boy said. He had spilled the drinks over his clothes and was clearly not amused.

"Uhh..." The guy responded perplexed. He didn't know how the hell he had ended up here and why he wasn't with his friends.

"Why're you running?"

"I don't know." He mumbled attempting to remember.

"Well,  now you made me spill my drinks. That's not very nice...hey! I'm-I'm talking to you."

The guy in red kept moving without looking back. Yoongi stared at him intently. He had this pout on his face that was basically screaming for help. He dressed different than the others.

A pair of black jeans, a brown jacket, and a red scarf around his neck. He didn't look like he belonged here. He was a misfit. It was evident just by one look.

Yoongi kept staring as the boy carefully took the drinks to a group of guys. The five of them seemed like douchebags.

LI'm back! Here's the drinks." He said with a grin.

"Fucking finally Park. Where the hell where you?" A blonde asked taking the drink.

"I...uhh...I got caught up with the crowd."

"What the hell? Why's this half empty?" A brunette asked when he took the other cup.

"Funny story, this dude bumped into me. I spilled some so that's why..." he stopped talking once he realized they were not even listening.

In fact they kept talking to the others which he didn't really talk to. He looked down at his feet with a sigh. At one point they were sharing pills and offered one to him.

"What's his name?"

"I'm Jimin..." he whispered. It was upsetting since he had basically reminded them of his name about ten times.

"Park! Take one!" The brunette screamed pushing him.

"Oh...no thanks. I-I can't be-I-I'm driving home."

"Fucks sakes. You're such a vibe killer."

The boy gulped down embarrassed. "I-I can go get more drinks." He added looking for any excuse to walk away.

The blonde grinned, "Great. How about you get full cups this time?"

"Okay." He nodded eagerly.

On the way to the kitchen he went by Yoongi. They met eyes and neither of them looked away. Until Jimin felt his skin crawl and the hairs on the back of his neck stand.

He quickly looked at his feet continuing to walk by. The pale guy gave off this weird feeling that made Jimin jittery.

Yoongi smiled with a hum. It seemed like he had found his perfect victim.

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hey loves!! thoughts on the first chapter? i hope you guys liked it! im very excited to write this story. it's my first time writing about supernatural things so hopefully it's good and interesting. thank you for reading and your your patience <3