A/N : All the triggers apply here. This is a chapter which is dark but also describes the emotional and psychological intricacies of the characters. Please do comment and vote.

ANYA :

"You should not have let him touch you Master."

Taehyung stopped a little distance from her as he shrugged off his unbuttoned shirt, letting it pool on the floor.

Tilting his head to one side, he looked at her with a curious expression and black eyes, "Why did you?" he asked in an emotionless tone.

But that tone did not matter, the tone was irrelevant. Because his voice was . . . wrong. His voice was deeper, more thicker.

Anya looked from one man to the next, trying to understand this change, her mind, which had been damaged by the betrayal of Yoona and then taken a little rest in the evening, came to a high gear start.

She had not even heard what Tae said.

"Do what?" she murmured absently as she thought fast to have any inkling to what was happening.

The indication for the Code being a step away from being unlocked had always been black eyes. However, black in the term of eye color, not the entire eye. Not the whites of the eye too. This was something which she had never known to happen. Not only to hybrids but also humans.

This, was something straight out of a horror tales of possession.

"Why??" Yoongi snarled aggressively making Anya jerk where she stood, swinging her eyes to him. Yoongi was pacing steadily in front of her, void eyes trained on her, his lips pulled back slightly in a snarl.

Anya noticed the others.

The room was big, and she was standing towards the back with only the bed behind her, her door to the bathroom on her side. The 7 hybrids before her had slowly started to circle her, like a predator cornering their prey.

All she could stupidly get stuck on was that this, This was all wrong. Her mind could not understand this change.

"What is wrong with your eyes?" she asked them, but her softly worded answer was met by an even more furious growl.

The sound made the hair on her body stand up, as she looked Hoseok. His expression was filled with a malice when he growled, "Do NOT avoid what is being asked of you!"

His voice, was barely recognizable.

Making sure to not agitate them further, she slowly took a step back, making her voice softer, "I need you all to pause a bit. Something is clearly different, please take a look at your eyes."

Whatever was happening, Anya knew that her hybrids were slowly losing touch with who they were and she wanted them to anchor themselves back. The way to stop this would be to make them aware of the change occurring in them, but too late did she understand, that it was a miscalculation on her part.

They were already too far gone.

Her questions and avoidance served to agitate them to a point when they stopped their movements. All the men stood still and turned towards her, their teeth bared, muscles taut and constant low snarls coming from deep withing their chests.

Anya was still confused and puzzled but extremely alert to the fact that, the hybrids whom she had bought, the sweet adoration they had, the hybrids who played with her, teased her, who loved her, were not the hybrids before her.

They only wore the faces of the hybrids she knew.

Whatever was happening, the 7 men before her were dangerous. Dangerous not only in general but also,

To her.

Instead of fear, a crushing pain of sadness crumpled her heart at realizing that she, needed to be wary, to be afraid, of the 7 men who had become her life.

Jungkook took a step towards her making her turn her head towards him to keep him in her sight. In a demonic low voice he said, "You promised to be ours. Then why did you let him kiss you?"

His voice froze Anya.

She wanted to cover her ears and run. Her whole body broke out in a cold sweat, her breath freezing in her lungs.

Absolute paralyzing fear wrapped her in a definite chokehold and Anya became afraid. She became afraid of them.

Because Jungkook's voice, was no longer his own. It sounded like multiple entities were speaking at once simultaneously. The voices merged into one, but still maintained different pitch.

It was a voice which Anya imagined to be of a demon. Or multiple demons talking at once from one body.

"Who are . . . you?" she haltingly spoke, choking slightly on her own saliva.

Jungkook slowly advanced towards her, the blacks of his eye becoming darker, making it seem like only his lids were present and open, creating an illusion of absent eyeball.

"You don't know who we are?" His monstrous voice asked in an ominous way, "You, who claim to love us, don't know who we are?"

With each spoken word, he became angrier, his breathing becoming rapid.

Behind him, Anya saw from the corner of her eyes, every hybrid advanced towards her.

Anya started backing up, her heart in her throat.

A loud crash made her jump, she looked away from Jungkook and saw that Jimin had hurled the chair before her vanity against the opposite wall, crashing it.

With a hiss in his voice which sounded foreign, he screamed, "You said you belong to only us!"

The back of Anya's knees hit the bed. She stood still as she saw the pack converge towards her with their faces twisted in rage.

"You don't even know the person whom you claim to belong to?" Jimin stopped when he asked this.

Anya knew she would be inflaming them further, but she needed to know. She needed to know, if she had any hopes of diffusing whatever was taking place.

Making sure that her voice was strong and fearless, she asked again. "I repeat. Who are you?"

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SUHAN :

"Come on! Pick up the damn phone!" Suhan tried for the seventh time, but the phone just kept ringing, "Why do you always keep it in silent mode???" he cursed his sister

He paced the room where Flaker sat, still cuffed to a table.

"Its of no use!" he muttered. Ending the call, he tried to collect himself.

He could easily be panicking over nothing. He might also be interrupting their conversations, interactions or . . .

He shook his head.

What he could do, right now, was that he could keep gathering more information, for when he could talk to his sister.

Glancing once at the different cameras in various points of the room to check if they were recording, he sat down again in front of Flaker.

"Tell me more about the way you understood about this part of them that it could be dangerous. Because back then, they were docile and conditioned. Merely obedient pleasure slaves. How did you know about their danger? Can't be that u just theorized it." Suhan kept the cell phone on the table, and took out the Bluetooth earbuds.

Just in case.

Because he had a feeling he might need them.

Over the years, being a twin, he had learnt not to discount such feelings.

Flaker, with his unfocused vacant eyes, did not hesitate even a moment as he started speaking.

"That exactly was the problem. Because we knew of their real Codes, we suppressed their animals completely since their childhood and tortured them excessively to keep them afraid of us.

But we went over board."

No shit douchebag.

"Their Codes were so far suppressed that they were not becoming the weapon we wanted them to be. But then again, we needed to be able to control the weapons. That's when Michael came up with the solution of hypnosis.

He had studied that art in his psychology course and perfected it. That was what we applied on them.

Originally, we planned for them to remain subservient and afraid of us like a typical slave, fit to be exploited in any manner that we wished them to be. But when in hypnosis with the trigger, their true Code would be unlocked which we would control, and make them do whatever we want with the power they had.

But we had underestimated their Code. Michael had taken into consideration the highest ability of a Unclassified into the equation. As we started the program, we soon realized that an Unclassified would be an ant in comparison to what they were.

When their animals were steadily coming into awareness during the sessions of hypnosis, the power they had, the instincts they had along with their unlocked power, was beyond what we could even hope to handle. We could easily be killed by the nascent consciousness of the emerging animals, then the fate which would befall us if their mature animal was revealed? It was too horrific.

They really should not have existed. This was the reason that nature had never created such beings. We were horrified but by then we had invested a lot of our money into making them. We were not going to discard them.

So instead, we changed our plans then and there."

Suhan called his sister again. The phone just kept on ringing.

"We called them Code Vrag"

Suhan looked away from the phone. "What does that word mean?"

Flaker looked him in the eye, "Devil."

Keeping the mobile aside, Suhan nodded his head to Flaker for him to continue.

"In the hypnosis, we took time to, at first stop the animal from emerging and push it back into the deep unconscious of each hybrid. We could not even let it remain in the subconscious. Achieving it was . . . Hard.

A lot of sacrifices had to be made before we found a method of keeping them contained. Thankfully, we had realized our mistake when they were just emerging, so verbal affirmations of them being alone and worthless coupled with the using situations which they feared and harmed them did work. It was handy, keeping their parents captive and close. Especially their mothers."

"What did you do?" Suhan asked.

Surprisingly, Flaker hesitated before biting his lip and almost looking like he would cry.

Suhan sat back on the chair. He tilted his head as he realized that Flaker was actually fighting against the fear and conditioning his sister had implanted in his mind to try and resist it. To not talk.

Which meant that this information was somehow crucial.

That, or extremely unpleasant.

Suhan decided to get back to this topic later. Right now he needed Flaker to continue without resisting.

"Did it work?" he asked instead.

Immediately, his face cleared and he nodded, 'It worked. We did suppress the animal. But we modified it when we could.

We made sure to separate the psyche of the Animal they become to the Hybrid animal carrying the code."

Suhan blinked, "What?"

"Michael identified the emerging psyche and fractured it because it was still nascent. Vulnerable. Young. We identified the part of the animal psyche which carried the Vrag and fractured it to keep the most darkest, most dangerous part of its psyche suppressed. The part of their animal psyche which could be unlocked if they transformed, was the psyche we decided to keep trapped in the subconscious, ready to be exploited.

That part of the psyche carried minority of their Vrag, but it was enough to make them more lethal than any living being on this planet. We decided to deal with how to bring it forth and control it for later. For then, we were more focused into making sure that the separation worked and in the hypnosis they would not only obey us, but use that minority to carry out our orders."

"Hang on a minute." Suhan leant forward, alarmed at what he heard, "You mean to say you SPLIT their psyche???" his voice unknowingly raised itself, "Of all the absurd foolishness I have heard in my life, this one takes the cake!"

Suhan scoffed in disbelief, "You, split the psyche of a Code which had never existed, made the split unbalanced by shifting most of the darkness to the unconscious section of mind and kept the other split in the subconscious??"

Suhan could only gape at the level of sheer dumbness sitting before him.

"Do you honestly not know that a split of the same psyche ALWAYS remains connected??? That a psyche which is not born out of conflict, but split due to trauma from the original mind will ALWAYS try to piece back together???"

Suhan stood up from the chair and paced the room, his hand combing through his hair while his disbelief of the situation warred with alarm in him, "You only succeeded in making them even more dangerous, you utter fools! Unstably dangerous!"

He shook his head trying to absorb it, "I cant believe you thought it was a brilliant plan. This Michael studied psychology you say? What? Did he top from bottom? Or did he have to pay the faculty to actually get his degree?"

Flaker nodded, "We later got to know that the Vrag part never truly slept. It kept watching what went on with the human part and the animal part of them but could not manifest itself. One day, the Vrag part broke free, Screaming and screeching about being caged, being helpless in their own body.

It hated that its own human mind could not recognize it. the Vrag part lashed out violently. It was then we understood, that keeping it trapped made it angrier. Made it more . . . Lethal. Brutally so."

Suhan stilled. "What happened when the Vrag part got unleashed?"

A look of terror crossed Flaker's eyes, "Blood. Everywhere. Limbs torn, tossed away.

Death."

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ANYA :

"WE ARE US!" Jin screamed, his voice and volume almost making Anya deaf as he strode to stand right in front of her.

He appeared bigger than what he was, his empty black eyes sending icy shivers down her spine as he continued screaming at her with his fiendish voice,

"Do you only love one side of us???? Not the whole???"

Jin grabbed her arms, his grip, crushing.

"THEN HOW CAN YOU CLAIM ITS LOVE!!!!!!"

Screwing the part about making sense to what was going on, Anya decided that it could wait for later. Right now, she needed to calm these people down. No matter who, they were the hybrids she had vowed to protect.

And if her suspicions were right, then she needed to protect them harder tonight.

From, themselves.

Anya shrugged away the bone crushing grip and Jin let his arms fall away, but his breathing remained rapid, his snarls never ceased.

Anya felt someone behind her. She remained still, staring at Jin while she recognized the person by his voice, a sliver of his voice.

"Why?" Joon stood directly behind her, his body vibrating with fury as he clenched his fists, "Why did you not feel us before? Our gaze? We tried to talk to you, to come out to you."

His hands encircled her wrists and tightened to the point where Anya was certain it would leave ugly bruises.

"WHY???????" he screamed as he almost crushed her bones.

It was then, Anya noticed few black inky lines beneath Jin's shirt. Even though Joon kept increasing the pressure on her wrists, through her blinding pain, Anya wildly tried to search for Tae, finding him a little behind Jin, in her side.

She quickly scanned his chest.

I don't want this to be reality. I want to wake up from this extremely detailed nightmare. God please, please make me wake up from this nightmare, I beg you.

There were black lines originating from the center of his chest, slowly expanding up on one side, to cover half of his chest. Before her eyes, those lines, like branches were creeping up towards his throat.

Anya looked at the others, her pain taking a backseat to the horror slowly taking shape before her, and noticed that all had similar lines at the base of their throat.

Jin folded his frame suddenly to rest his head on her shoulder, "Why are we always hated?" he asked in a low voice, "Why are we always suppressed? Why are we so loathed by our human halves?"

"Joon, let go of my hands." Anya softly said, and remained still. Trying to stay calm in the face of the bubbling violence she sensed underneath.

Reluctantly, the pressure withdrew. Anya pushed Jin away as she rubbed her raw wrists, still on alert.

"But you loved us. You proved it to us." Taehyung clustered closer, his expression still seething.

"BUT" Jungkook shouldered Jin to one side. His whole demeanor was nothing like the sweet boy he was. Tae came to stand beside him, in front of her.

"You let someone else KISS you!!! Something ONLY we can do!!! You took away that exclusivity!!!" then he screamed at her face, multiple voices coming from him blending into a nightmarish pitch, "WHY??? ARE YOU GOING TO ABANDON US TOO???"

Not even trying to slow her heart, Anya tried speaking softer, "It was just a sign of gratitude that hybrid felt for me, nothing else-"

"LIAR!!" Taehyung violently grabbed her arm, wrenching her towards him so hard that Anya let out an involuntary scream, "LIAR! LIAR! LIAR!"

Anya felt tears stinging her eyes as Tae jerked her back and forth with her arm, feeling a stretching at her shoulders, a burning pain where her arm was attached.

"Calm down Tae" she breathed out the words.

"NO!!!!!!!!!!" Tae pushed her back brutally hard.

She stumbled on the foot of the bed and fell back on it.

"YOU LIKE NORMAL HYBRIDS LIKE THE REST!! NOT US MONSTERS!!" Taehyung screamed in rage.

Then, he roared out his fury.

The sound was hauntingly, threateningly loud as it rang through the entire house. His roar was filled with 5 different pitches of voice fracturing and getting deeper.

The sound was something only dead souls should hear.

A sound, resembling the creatures in the pits of hell.

Taehyung stopped and panted as he looked at her, his canines sharpening a little as the tip, and his markings . . . .

His markings kept climbing up one side of his neck, reaching his chin.

"But you were supposed to be different." He said.

Anya was breathing deep, she was trying to ignore the hot pain in her arms while trying to take in every word they were saying. A lot was being revealed. A lot.

She tried to get up when suddenly a cold, icy body slammed on her.

"You will be different. We will make sure of it." Jimin's unnatural voice spoke directly in her ears, his body pressing her down, "We will make you love us and only our ways, violent or otherwise. You will love us monsters."

Saying that, Jimin's fingers dug in her bare thigh, digging deep and then viciously dragging it upwards.

Anya screamed loudly at being clawed, the surprise action taking her on her blindside.

"See?" Jimin's voice too felt demonic as he relished that scream, "That sound you made is only for me. Only for us."

I am your bestest hybrid, Master.

I will not tolerate a spec of pain dwelling in the vein of your life, let alone be the cause of it.

Did I make you proud?

Jimin's sweet voice, his smile and his past promises flashed in her mind as she looked up to see the same face, but twisted in an unfamiliar expression.

Her Silver haired angel felt like a stranger on top of her.

No. No. He was still her sweet hybrid. He was still her angel.

She could not think of it in any other way, because if she did, then yes, she could very well say that not only was she abandoning them, but also being selective about the sides she loved.

"I can scream for you any time you want Angel. But that won't let me listen to what you want to say, will it? let me up. I am here. I am not going anywhere." She made her voice softer still and spoke directly to her hybrid's ears.

For a moment, Jimin became confused. The malicious smile disappeared as he peered at her.

In that moment, Anya saw an expression which finally let her understand everything. Like a key slotting in place, she understood what was going on and what needed to be done.

But that moment was lost soon. Jimin hissed dangerously at her face. He dug his fingers once again in her thighs viciously but could not get her to make any sound as Anya just stared at his face.

Snarling, he moved away from her.

"You need to calm down, Remember what you felt when you saw me getting whipped? You don't want to hurt me again, right?" Anya asked as she sat up

"That whipping was something I loved."

Pausing, Anya looked at Hoseok, who stood with the markings of his throat now extending to his temples.

One side of his face was entirely covered in black lines which circled the void eyes. he looked like an ancient Demon playing with his prey. With his black eyes and prominent fangs, he smiled as he said,

"I loved that you let us whip you. You took pain, for us. It proved to us that you loved us." He slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, "It made us trust you."

Red Flag. Hoseok loved her getting whipped?

"Who am I to you?" Anya asked all the hybrids who now stood surrounding the bed, all, who were now unbuttoning their shirts as she backed up on the mattress.

"You should be ours." Namjoon answered with a growl.

So, not Master. This part of them had not yet accepted her as Master.

That, was going to be the most dangerous part then.

"But you," Hoseok in a violent motion, suddenly bent down to pierce the mattress with all his fingers. His fingers easily stabbed through the material, his sharpened claws sinking in it like a knife through butter. He then pulled at the mattress, shredding the thing in an aggressively savage motion.

He lifted his eyes at her, "You rejected us at. Every. Turn."

"Did you know?" Yoongi slowly started crawling up the side of the bed, Coming towards her, his motions making her back up till she bumped at the headrest.

"We wanted to devour you, to serve you, to take in the divine scent, to lick every inch of that beautiful skin."

"We wanted to bite you, to see it well up with crimson blood. Wanted to keep your body shining with sweat as we fucked you till you blacked out. We wanted, to mark you up." Jungkook cut in Yoongi's way.

No. No.

Joon crouched down at the bed, "We would keep you chained to us, Claw in our name in your skin, cover you in our essence so your fragrance got covered in ours. We will nail your hand on the ground to make sure you never leave us, while we will make you ours. We'll keep you forever. Even if you love us or not, we will fuck you until you die."

That was a threat.

In no dimension, in no universe was that something that would make any girl feel warm. Every single word would only make a girl run.

But Anya could see that it was simply a truth for them. Something they desperately wanted to do, something that their other psyche prevented them from.

Anyone would be afraid.

Just not her.

Because yet again, that statement proved to her that her suspicions were spot on.

However, before Anya could do anything, Yoongi pounced on her, making her lay down flat on the bed by pulling her leg down.

Even though she struggled against him, Yoongi put his whole weight on top of her, pinning her down while he smashed his lips on her.

There was no emotion, no finesse in the kiss.

Just pure brutality. A danger. An uncontrolled passion.

A passion that she did NOT reciprocate.

He griped her shoulders tight as he wrenched her lips open, violating her mouth with his tongue.

His teeth pushed at the softness of her lips and bit on it, his fangs piercing them.

Blood flowed from her skin to his mouth. As soon as he tasted it, his frenzy increased as he held her down even harder and continued his assault on her.

The Vrag in him, completely unleashed.

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SUHAN :

Suhan looked at Flaker. The man was recalling memories that was obviously sending him in terror filled place because he started hyperventilating.

Suhan took an earbud and placed it in his ear, connected the device and called his sister again while he said to Flaker, "Start at the beginning. When did it happen? What led to it? Walk me through it all."

The phone kept ringing.

Flaker focused on Suhan. He took a deep breath, nodded and the started.

"We wanted to trigger an imprinting bond. If not that, then we wanted to make them love one of us so that he could command their loyalty.

Michael said only he was strong enough to do it."

"I swear you jokers don't make any sense." Suhan muttered as he hung up again, "If you know imprinting was dangerous, why would you want to trigger it?"

Suhan sat back on his chair, "The animal part of a hybrid forms an imprinting bond. In this case, that animal conscience being the Vrag that you split. Are you telling me, knowing what you did, you imbeciles still WANTED the Vrag to imprint on you?"

Flaker got a little defensive, "No! We are not idiots. We wanted the animal psyche in the subconscious to imprint. Not the psyche of the Vrag."

Suhan sighed, "A psyche does not imprint." He said in a long suffering tone, "The whole animal part does. That includes the Vrag, no matter if its suppressed or not."

Flaker blinked his eyes. "Michael did not say that."

The more I hear of this Michael, the more moronic he sounds in terms to psychology of the 7 hybrids.

"It's a good thing that guy has the brains for mounting a good countermove for attacks, otherwise I would be seriously pissed at being bested by a flopped failed psychology student moronically being a botched up wannabe mind manipulator." Suhan muttered, completely disgusted.

Straightening, he looked at Flaker, "Pray, tell what that shining example of academia did next?" he said, sarcasm at its finest.

"He acted like the better one. The one who cared. He took care of them after the sessions, thinking that kindness might make them imprint on him."

Fucked up definition of kindness.

"But they did not. Although they did like him enough that one day during one session, the animal psyche came out." Flaker gulped.

"But we did not understand that it was actually the Vrag part of them that came out. That part, did not even understand or differentiate between good or bad. Did not differentiate between love or hate. All they knew, all they did was. . . ."

Flaker choked a bit from remembering the memory.

"Violence. Blood. And Possession."

Flaker looked at Suhan, a wildness in his gaze, "They were the definition of evil. Nothing else, just pure evil. Nothing, NOTHING in them was in the slightest bit normal. They were monsters.

The kind that even Gods could not kill."

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ANYA :

Anya opened her legs and Yoongi snuggled between them, his concentration centered on the bloody kiss. Taking advantage of his lack of attention, Anya bent one of her legs and dug the heel at his side making him break connection and flinch.

Immediately, she slid her leg between their bodies, placed it at his stomach and pushed hard, kicking him off her.

Anya did not have to see to know that he would be coming at her again, so she scrambled up fast and swung her legs off the bed, only to find Jungkook in front of her.

He pulled her sitting body to himself, and the next second kissed her.

Completely disoriented, it took a little time for her to understand that he was sucking at the wound Yoongi had made, getting high on her blood.

Anya put her hands on his shirtless chest, ready to push at him when she felt a white hot pain on her neck.

Someone had clamped their teeth on her neck with brutal force. If the pressure increased even a slight bit more, her skin would be torn.

Anya jabbed Jungkook on his neck, then grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked him towards her, aimed at her side.

Losing his balance, Jungkook collided with whoever was biting her. On the collision, he let her go.

Swiftly Anya stood up to see Tae staring at her with a face that was completely black on one side., his teeth bared as he snarled and tried to reach her again.

Anya backed up fast and saw a movement at the corner of her eye and jumped back at the nick of the time to avoid the claws of another hybrid.

She looked up to see Jin straighten and growl at her. He once again tried to swing his hands with sharpened nails towards her left leg, trying to claw it out.

Anya dodged again.

"HE KISSED YOU THERE!" Jin's voice was no longer recognizable, "I WANT TO CLAW OUT THAT SKIN TO REMOVE HIS IMPRINT!"

"Prove to us he means nothing to you, let us remove that skin from your leg!" Anya looked up to see Joon approaching her, bits of the side of his face still retaining normal skin colour, otherwise the black lines had spread to make him appear as creature of nightmares.

Anya swiftly looked at them all, growling and snarling at her, their canines dripping saliva, their chest covered in twisted black lines going up their faces and eyes dangerously black.

They were in a blood frenzy.

Nothing could calm them down right now.

And with the quickly disappearing rationale, they would soon seriously hurt her.

She needed to get away from them, regroup and then think of something. She could not let them hurt her, not if she wanted them to NOT Harm themselves when their normal consciousness came back.

She knew if she ran, it would trigger them to a hunt, but there was no way she could calm them down now. It was too, too late.

Anya twirled on spot and grabbed on to the nearest cupboard displaying decorative items and pulled it down, making it crash before her, making the hybrids take a step back.

In that instant, she darted to the bathroom door.

Opening it she turned to close it, and saw Namjoon's raging face only inches away from hers.

She closed and locked it just when his heavy body banged at it hard, making the door rattle at its hinges.

Not pausing to think, she quickly reached the other side of the bathroom to open the door to the adjacent room which shared the common bathroom.

She locked the door and quickly dragged the cupboard of the side in front of it. Making haste, she exited the room and locked the door from the outside.

Out on the corridor, she ran towards her own room and locked its door from outside, hearing the hybrids inside trying to break down the door to her bathroom.

Thank you Suhan for being stubborn about choosing these heavy luxury doors for all rooms in this holiday cottage. I owe you.

Anya rushed down the stairs, running towards the back of the house towards the main kitchen. She stood still for a second, listening to the sounds of the door banging. It was now coming from the door of her bedroom. They had figured out she had exited that room.

She did not have much time before they broke it.

Her mind worked fast as she thought of her priorities, number one of which was making sure that none of them left this house in the present state they were in. If she were to be going outside, they would chase her down, but there was no guarantee that they might not come across another human.

If that happened, there was no doubt that the pack would viciously hunt that human, killing him in a horrific manner.

Plus, she refused to run screaming across the grounds in the moonlight at the dark of the night while a pack of growling creatures chased her. Nope, that kind of B rated horror movie shit was not something she wanted to partake in.

The banging of the door intensified.

Anya swung towards the hidden panel of the kitchen side wall, input the command required and then pressed a button.

The very next instant, the mechanism started, steel panels started sliding in front of every door and window of the house.

The banging ceased momentarily.

They were listening to the slide and whirr of the mechanism, not knowing what was happening.

Anya put a manual override on the security to open one hidden glass sliding door of the main living room, a place where the steel protection was absent.

Okay, so she had successfully trapped them all in this house along with herself completing the first step.

Now what the hell was step 2????

To subdue them.

Great.

Anya tried to recall as many points as she could in the short time she had. If she could form a big picture from the bits of puzzle she had collected, then knowing them better would help her in achieving the task.

Monsters.

They kept calling themselves that, but all their other talks suggested that they had been suppressed from the very beginning, even by their own human consciousness. Which meant there was no way that they could know about what a monster was.

Someone fed them that word. Someone had made them believe they were one. Someone, had distorted them to become negative. Which meant, someone was responsible for this split. It did not happen naturally.

And whoever it had been, had also made them understand the importance of the emotion of Love. Made sure that they coveted it. Made them long for it and then failed to deliver.

Which was why they were so fixated on her loving them, not them loving her.

It also spoke of one fact.

This distortion must have happened when they were very very young, because the way this psyche looked at the world, reasoned with it, was like an innocent child, who did not know much.

A child who had powers of a demon, that is.

But why did they suddenly manifest? The bear hybrid could have been a trigger, but in no way could Anya believe that it was the cause of what was happening.

No, tonight had been a trigger, but when exactly did they start trying to manifest? They asked her why she could not hear them, understand their action when they had tried to communicate with her.

Why did she not understand their gazes?

Anya thought back to any incident where the hybrids acted strange, any incident-

The Whipping!

That was what this psyche said confirmed to them that she did love them, if she was willing to take pain for them. It had been right after that incident that Jimin and Jin had told her about feeling their animals inside when they were near her, about having a difficult time controlling their desires because they were too violent, too dark

It wasn't the animal they were feeling! It was this suppressed psyche!

She needed more information. And she just happened to have the expert captured in her Mansion.

Anya wildly looked around for her cellphone. Suhan could help.

And time was ticking steadily.

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SUHAN :

Suhan said to Flaker, "Continue."

Flaker did, "That session, we brought in Jin, Jungkook and Taehyung because they were the most docile of them all. Michael had been attempting to bring out their animal during the hypnosis. We were overjoyed when it actually worked.

But that lasted for only for a few seconds. We soon understood that what we had unlocked, was the Vrag.

The three of them looked at us and screamed. The sound . . . ." Flaker started breathing faster.

"It was not human. It was not a sound that any human had ever heard. The sound was inhumanely terrifying.

Like the scream of a possessed creature, like that of a cursed demon screaming from the pits of underground fires. That scream, did not belong in this world."

Suhan sighed, "Yeah I get it, terrifying, scary, horrifying. Move past it? Will you? What happened next?"

Flaker looked at him steadily, "Mock me all you want, if you were to hear what we heard, see what we saw, then your attitude would be different. Listen to what happened next and then tell me your opinions.

We were terrified of that visage and sound. The next instant, the three of them tore the ropes as easily as paper and charged towards us, screaming with that awful voice, asking us something.

We turned and ran from that room but they kept trying to follow us.

The security came to protect us and hold them back while we went out of that floor and sealed it. We reached the monitor room to look at how they were so that we could understand what to do. But what we saw . . . ."

Flaker shook his head, "There were black lines creeping up the side of their face while they ripped apart every single human in the room. They tore them up like paper dolls, flinging whatever they had their hands on.

14 people were in that room. Every single one of them, dead."

Suhan wasn't fazed, neither was he afraid at what he heard.

He understood what had happened better than the person sitting before him.

"What were they asking you? When they were screaming?"

"To hold them."

Suhan closed his eyes, a dart of pain spearing his heart.

Idiots. The trainers did not even understand what they had done.

Suhan also understood why the trio had killed those 14 people, unlike this pathetic muddle brained cowardly apocalypse believer.

"How did you stop them?" he asked, somehow calming himself.

"The collars. We shocked them. The fuckers did not go down for 15 minutes at full charge"

Great, on top of being idiots, me and my sister are also dealing with people who lack even a single rice grain amount of common sense.

Just then, his phone rang, Anya's name flashing.

Suhan snatched up the phone, "WHY THE FUCK DO YOU KEEP YOUR PHONE ON SILENT?? WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT OF HAVING A FUCKING PHONE IF I CANT FUCKING REACH YOU WHEN I FUCKING NEED TOO?"

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ANYA :

Anya jerked the phone away from her ear as her brother's voice blasted her ears.

That sound, acted like a trigger to the hybrids above, who started banging at the door again. At least it confirmed they were still trapped.

"DON'T SWEAR AT ME!!! THE SITUATION I AM IN, I DON'T NEED YOUR SCREAM ON TOP OF IT!" Anya screeched right back.

"Well at least this tells me you are all right."

Anya rolled her shoulders, her right arm hanging stiff on her side, her shoulder blazing, both her wrists probably sprained, her lips torn open.

Yeah, she was all right. Relatively speaking.

Her silence made Suhan speak, "How bad?"

"Our level two sparring session." Anya answered.

A beat of silence, "Shit." Suhan muttered.

"Suhan." Anya moved from the kitchen towards the central living room, searching for the panel of air diffusers, "If you are swearing, you know. I don't. Tell me."

Anya opened the central control and selected the perfumed air freshener whose spare can she found standing in the cupboard. She pressed a switch and the ground floor along with the receiving areas was immediately flooded with that perfume, the central diffuser working at maximum level.

"The trainers split their psyche in childhood. The kept the part containing the Code in their unconscious section while they put the one which had the least darkness in the subconsciousness."

Anya made an incredulous face.

Idiots!

"The one in their unconsciousness is the one they suppressed throughout. It had the maximum darkness and the Code. They called it Vrag."

Anya paused, "Devil in Croatian?"

Suhan paused for a bit too, then spoke, "Why in the devils name do you know Croatian???"

"I came across it once while doing some light reading."

"WHY do you feel reading an unknown language which you will NEVER use is considered light reading??"

"Suhan!!!" Anya gritted her teeth as she took the bottle of the air freshener, she had flooded the ground floor with and moved steadily towards the laundry room at the far end.

"Right, sorry. They tried to develop a bond of imprinting or love. They partially succeeded, or Michael did, when the Vrag of Jin, Jungkook and Taehyung took over."

Anya got inside the laundry room and hurriedly stripped out of the dress "How did they go back?"

"They shocked them. For 15 minutes."

Anya paused, "Fuck."

"Yeah. Pretty much screwed it up royally."

Anya tied her hair tightly, then sprayed that air freshener on every part of her body. She then looked around for clothes, grabbing a tshirt and pajamas, she sprayed the air freshener on those too and then started wearing them.

"By the way this was done after they manifested, screamed at Michael to hold them, hearing which those three fled getting the security to come in between while they could escape. Needless to say, they killed the security."

No.

Suddenly, an ear splitting, inhuman scream filled the house, the sound seeming to shake the entire cottage.

The whole pack had roared together.

"What the HELL was THAT?" Suhan whispered.

Anya looked around for something to stop the bleeding on her lip. She had successfully covered her scent but it would fail if her blood kept seeping out,

"That, my dear brother was their way of saying they are ready. I had trapped them in my room while I had this lovely chat with you, thank you by the way for choosing those doors, which had triggered their hunting instincts. I imagine they might have been coming up with a strategy to hunt me down and now, it seems they are kind enough to let me know that the planning stage has ended."

Anya found a cello tape. Quickly she cut stripes of it and put it on her wound, "Which means, times up for me."

"That sound . . . Oh no what have you done? What have you unleashed?" a very terrified voice of Flaker reached her.

Before Anya could speak, the man continued, "You have unleashed something that should never see the light of day."

No, the psyche should not have been suppressed to begin with.

"The only thing those creatures want is death and blood." Flaker continued

No. The only thing they craved was Acceptance.

"They kill without thought or reason! They feel no emotions!"

Wrong again, they killed because their emotions overwhelmed them. They had killed, because there was a reason.

"They are evil!"

They were dark, not evil.

"They are monsters! The physical manifestation of Death!"

They were just scared hybrids who was seeing this world for the first time in an adult body filled with extreme power but with a childlike innocent mind!

Did these trainers know NOTHING about her hybrids???

"Will you stop that half-witted nincompoop from speaking!?!?" Anya whisper yelled at Suhan.

"All jokes aside, I know Flaker is hideously wrong, but there is no denying the danger you are in." The very serious voice of her brother greeted her, "They are dark Anya, lethally so. And the biggest problem is that they have imprinted on you.

The bond of imprinting is savagely dangerous with any hybrid, you know that, but with a concentrated psyche containing the maximum Vrag, Anya that bond can cause your death even though they wont mean to"

"I know."

"Though they are new, the instincts of predators will ride them hard. They will be hella manipulative in this game-" Suhan paused, "Hang on."

Turning to Flaker, he asked, "Why did you want specifically Jimin dead? Why did you choose to target him first?"

Flaker answered, "Because by the end of our time at the auction, he and Yoongi were not responding to the hypnotic trigger. They are hybrids we could not control. Since Michael had a way to kill him planned, we deployed that already. The one to kill Yoongi should have been deployed yesterday."

On hearing that, Anya blanked out.

"Hey! Hey! Listen to me! we can only do something about whatever they sent out if you and Yoongi survive tonight!" Suhan's voice snapped her back.

Right. Priorities.

"You do understand what this means? Jimin and Yoongi are the ones you need to watch out for the most. If, only they were being able to stay unaffected by the trigger, then their psyches are stronger than the rest."

"Yeah."

"Anya, you cannot hurt them. Not even a little. You do know that, right?" Suhan's voice was low.

Anya breathed in deep, "I am aware. Especially after hearing what the three dimwits did."

"Which means I need to know. Can you handle this? Do you think you are capable enough for it?"

Anya honestly did not know. She really didn't, but she had one hunch. A single hunch upon which she would be risking this night on. "I can."

A Loud sound blasted through the house. The door to her room had been kicked into splinters.

They were out.

Her time was up.

Anya and Suhan both became quiet. She heard movement from above, but they were being careful, they were not charging down. No, they were doing something that Anya never thought would happen with her.

Her seven sweet hybrids were coldly, hunting her.

Just to add to the stress she was feeling, right at that moment, Anya heard a loud crash of thunder outside. But the sound was muted.

"Suhan" Anya whispered, betting heavily on her hunch, "Give me the Trigger words of Jin, Joon, Hobi, and Tae. Make sure what Flaker tells is the truth. I'll only get one chance if I am lucky, I cant say the wrong word. Take no more than 30 seconds."

Suhan never questioned her sister.

He promptly reached for the small bucket he had kept close by filled with dead earthworms and signaled Peter, who cut of the lights of the room, and turned on the sound of insects at maximum volume.

Immediately, Flaker began screaming.

Suhan stood up and upturned the whole bucket on Flaker, whose scream reached a whole different level.

Going behind him, Suhan grabbed a handful of Flaker's hair and jerked it violently.

A bunch of his hair pulled out, making Flaker almost faint.

Dusting his hand of the hair, Suhan waited till 20 seconds were up and then called for the sound to be stopped.

Flaker was shaking and crying, throwing up what little amount of food he had eaten when the light switched on.

Suhan calmly slapped him twice to get him to focus. Flaker shrank away from him.

"Tell me the Hypnotic trigger words of the hybrids except Yoongi and Jimin." Suhan asked pleasantly, "And Do. Not. Lie."

Flaker stuttered at first, but let go of the knowledge quickly enough, which Suhan relayed to his sister.

"Thank you." Anya said right when, the entire house became dark.

Her hybrids had cut off the electricity supply. Having visited here before, they knew the source and the backup generator access code from the inside panel.

With the steel shutters down, the house was near to being pitch black. Something, which would be a problem to her, not them. Not with their animal vision.

Even in the face of such danger, Anya smiled with a sense of pride.

They were good.

"I am muting you Suhan." She said.

"I trust you."

After muting the call, Anya put the mobile in her pajama pocket. Then she stepped outside the laundry room, keeping to the side. She then removed her slippers. She needed to move in manner which would not make any sound.

Now, she just needed to somehow round up her 7 hybrids with their Vrag psyches, in the dark, while they hunted her, without hurting them at all, at the same time making sure that she remained uninjured.

Just another Saturday night.

Yep, this occasion called for sarcasm.

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THE GAME :

Anya crept out of the room, mostly sliding along the walls. It was dark inside the room but parts of the ceiling had glass in their designs at the central living room where some amount of illumination made it possible to identify shapes.

That was where Anya was steadily moving. But she stopped before she could get there and opened a cupboard below the television, keeping the door slightly ajar. Then, she went towards the far end of the space directly opposite to the cupboards, behind a sofa.

She crouched low, hiding behind it, and waited.

She knew the hybrids would figure it out that this would be the only place she could see and would anticipate her presence, so the only thing she could do was move to the less obvious places since sadly, their assumption was her only choice.

A banging came from the floor above, which she could easily identify as the steel shutters being tested.

A slight change in the air caused her to concentrate towards the staircase that was the only way of coming down to receiving area.

She could vaguely make out a person crouching low on the last step, so still in his posture that in this dark, anyone could have mistaken him for a statue.

Anya had no hopes of knowing who it was.

The figure stood up fluidly, and melted away in the shadows going further away from the circle of slight illumination she had.

Anya waited, listening to every sound, trying to make herself see through the sounds she heard, just like she and Suhan were trained.

She heard that person sniffing cautiously, moving towards her.

Her trick of air freshener worked. The house reeked of the Jasmine smell and so did she and her clothes. They were unable to trace her in it.

Anya stayed silent, biding her time, even though she knew she needed to work faster, because soon, she would not be dealing with just one hybrid.

If multiple came at her, well . . .

I guess I need to start believing in after life. At least that way I will be sure to meet them in heaven again some day.

The hybrid came closer, then suddenly, in a burst of speed, reached the cupboard below the television with a slightly ajar door, gripped the door and wrenched it apart.

He flung the door behind him as he sat down on his knees swiftly to peer inside.

The door almost hit her, the way it was flung, but by then Anya had already gotten up, and was swiftly moving towards the kneeling hybrid without making any sound.

Even though she was almost on the hybrid, she realized she had problems.

Two huge problems. She did not know which hybrid it was for her to choose the Hypnotic trigger word and the next, she had no idea if the word would work.

His ears were invisible which meant it was black or Without any. Meaning Joon and Tae were off the list. His shoulders were broad, making him either Jungkook, Jin or possibly Hobi. Out of them all, only one was impatient enough to be coming down ahead of the others.

Please Lord, if I have only ever wanted to do the right by these people, please, let me be right.

Anya jumped at the hybrid's back, her hand going to cover the mouth of the startled person.

She knew she had a microsecond before he would chomp down on her hand and then ram her form to the wall by turning around and slamming her.

She took her chance.

Stretching enough to be heard, she said in a firm but low voice, "ABSINTHE"

The body she was clinging on jolted once, then became still. The tenseness of his muscles beneath her hands draining away.

Anya remained limply hanging on his back, trying to absorb the fact.

IT HAD BLOODY WORKED! Her hunch was spot on! In the terms of who it was and that the trigger word from her would affect them.

Sliding away fast, she rounded him to see Jungkook blankly looking ahead, the darkness of his face on one side, slowly becoming lighter.

Thank you lord!

She did not have time to waste! She could actually get her hybrids back to their state without letting them get a single scratch on them!

"Jungkook, sit beside this cupboard and stay quiet." She firmly said.

Instantly, Jungkook blankly went to sit down beside the cupboard, a complete robot.

Anya grimly inhaled. If Michael or Flaker could have made these powerful and lethal hybrids obey their whims this blindly, then they would have indeed reached the top. By using these innocent souls, by destroying them completely.

Crouching down, she cupped his face, "Wake up from this trance when your Vrag subsides." She kissed him softly on his head.

Standing up, she scanned the room.

No one was visible. No one had come, why? Were they waiting to hear some sound from her altercation with Jungkook? Or were they waiting for her to become tired and afraid, being made to wait with the adrenaline coursing in her body, making her crash when the high subsided?

Either ways, Anya did not want to prolong it any further.

Now that she knew that the words would work, she could make them come to her.

How?

"Your scent drives me crazy . . . I am drowning Master, the fever in me keeps getting hotter. I want your body, as much as I need your blood."

Jin's words suddenly came back to her from her memories.

Her scent and her blood.

Anya briskly ripped of the cello tape, making her lip bleed a little. But the smell of the air freshener on her was strong still.

She turned and sat down in front of Jungkook and extended her left arm out, "Jungkook, cut me on my arm."

Without pause, Jungkook's still extended claw embedded on her hand, just below the wrist.

Anya hissed loudly, "I had said cut, not stab you Plant killing Panther!!"

Maybe it was the lack of lighting, or her eyes adjusting to the dark, but she saw the blackness of his eyes becoming lighter.

Standing quickly, she went to the center to wave her arms around, with a mind to spread her scent, but mid wave, a body tackled her to the ground.

She hit the floor hard, her head banging against it as the man on top of her latched his mouth on her wound.

Fighting the dizziness, she tried to focus on who it was.

The hybrid made a keening sound, and then relocated his mouth to her neck, a hot tongue licking her skin with a combustive sexual hunger. One hand cupped her breasts, squeezing them, while the other tore the tshirt, she was wearing, from the middle.

He put his entire body weight on her as his hands cupped the silken skin of her bare breast.

He plucked at her bud, coaxing it, while he swooped down to kiss her, groaning in her mouth.

His taste exploded in her senses.

Jin.

Anya tried to free her lips from his sensual assault.

That resulted him growling out a warning, his touch becoming hurtful, his weight, suffocating.

Anya still struggled. Jin snarled against her lips and raised himself a little to likely hurt her in some way.

But that little time, and free mouth was all she needed.

"Solange"

This time she saw the effect. His face froze mid snarl, his teeth bared, while his body jerked once. The next instant, his face became expressionless as his posture relaxed. He sat up on his knees, eyes unseeingly looking straight ahead.

The effect the word cause was eerie.

However before Anya could relax, two hard hands clamped down on her shoulders and pulled her body towards himself, while Jin remained sitting like a Marble artwork of some great artist.

Anya had no idea who it was, but a hand encircled her throat and tightened its hold. At once, her air started tapering off. The hold was rigid and firm.

But most of all, Anya could easily understand, not in full capacity.

Whoever he was, did not know his strength. He was unaware of the pressure he was exerting. To him it was minimal, to her, it was life threatening.

The hybrid used her throat as a handle to lift her from the ground and slam her against the wall. Anya tried remaining calm and limp, both her hands on the grip around her neck, while her eyes stared up, trying to know who it was.

The hybrid used his other hand to grip her right knee, and then bend it and move it upwards. He them slotted himself between her legs as he moved her bent leg slightly away.

Anya gasped for air, when she understood the hybrid was not satisfied by the height needed to become one with her. So he lifted her higher in the wall with his grip on the neck.

Her feet left the ground as Anya choked, a ringing starting in her ears, her tongue feeling heavy.

At least the height difference told her who the hybrid was.

Namjoon.

Joon groaned long and low as he felt himself against her soft core, but the next second, a vicious demonic scream blasted right in front of her face.

"Why are you not aroused???? Why is your scent not sweeter???? LOVE ME JUST LIKE YOU DO THE OTHERS!!! YOU EVEN LIKED THE BEAR!!!"

Thankfully, he then cupped her breasts, albeit in a manner which hurt her, but at least he freed her neck, holding her in position by pinning her on the wall with his lower body.

His other hand reached behind her to vicious grab her tied hair, freeing it, as he kept mauling her breasts and chest.

Anya gasped and breathed, trying to draw in deeper lungful of air to circulate enough oxygen in her brain to make it work faster.

Though his actions kept hurting her, Joon's possessed voice became lower, softer. Lonely.

"Love me too. Please. Accept me too." he brokenly whispered.

Movement behind him alerted Anya as she looked at Hobi and someone else swiftly running towards them, Their teeth bared.

I am sorry Joon, but we'll talk later. I do love you my Wolf.

She knew what she was going to do would alert the two hybrids, but she had no other choice. Anya shouted this time, to make sure that the voice was carried over from her damaged vocal cords just released from the death grip.

"Cyamaletia!"

Joon stopped all movement and jolted, but Anya could not lose the hybrids behind.

She did not wait to give him any commands as she slid down and rounded Joonie now standing still. But the ordeal of dealing with her Wolf made her dizzy. She slipped and stumbled a little, wasting a few seconds in blinking and becoming steady.

By then, there was no sign of any hybrids in front of her.

Crap!

They knew she was inducing them into their hypnotic stance, they knew it was working. Catching them would be harder now.

As if it was going as smooth as butter till now!

Anya internally scoffed at herself.

She knew that she was badly banged up, she knew she might just be having a concussion but she could not feel anything as of yet. The adrenaline in her kept that pain, that awareness at bay.

But she would crash soon. Pretty soon.

She needed to end this before it happened. Otherwise, all of it would be of no use at all.

Anya looked around. She was certain both the hybrids were close by, were watching her, and could attack any time. She needed to know where they were.

In the frame of mind they were in, this game, this hunt had only served to amp up their desires, making them blind to the actions they were committing.

Which was why, Anya could not hide herself behind Jin, Joon or Jungkook. The others might unknowingly cause some hurt or harm to their brothers while trying to reach her.

Okay, so she needed some sound, any sound to get to know their positions. She could not scream his word from where she was. If her guess of the theory about why the hypnotic words were working when she said them was correct, then she knew she needed eye contact too.

Taunts had worked on Hoseok previously. She prayed it worked now.

Anya backed up in the living room, going towards the windows. She stopped and peered once again around her.

"Hiding now, are we?" she wanted to sound seductive, but her voice resembled more like a braying sick donkey.

Well, lets just work with what we have. Confidence is the key, fuck other deficiencies.

"You keep calling yourselves Monsters, but your actions . . . are more like cowa-" her voice closed up as she started coughing out of nowhere.

Great! Confidence can only go so far girl. Seriously????

"Don't you want to show me what you are capable of? Do you not want me to love you just the way I did the bear?"

Still no response.

"Pathetic. And here I thought you wanted to show me why you don't call me Master, show me who the . . . ."

Who the what??

"Boss is." She finished lamely and then cringed hard.

Lack of oxygen seemed to have severely affected my vocabulary. After that line, I might just kill myself!

But strangely, her clichéd unoriginal line worked. A familiar hiss sounded a little away from her.

Anya instantly angled the window pane accordingly, a shadow of Hobi reflected in the pane.

Hoseok was shedding his pants. He was going to change forms.

If that happened, she could never in her future 20 rebirths be able to beat a Python.

Even though she did not know where the other hybrid was, and knew it would give her location away, Anya could not let Hoseok transform. She charged towards him waiting till he glanced up at her and then yelled out his word.

"Obletia!"

Anya was about to reach Hoseok when she stumbled on a fold of the carpet, falling down hard. She lifted her eyes to watch Hoseok standing still, his expression same as Jin, Joon and Jungkook.

A hand covered her face from behind her. A body settled on her and immediately tore her pajamas, shredding them apart. The hybrid did not talk, did not deviate.

Anya tried to get up from the floor but he held her down, kicking her legs apart and rocking his erection against her core. He licked the crook of her neck, the place where she had been bitten earlier and savagely bit her in the exact place.

This time however, teeth pierced her skin and she felt the blood flow down.

The hybrid kept rocking against her, his intensity making it difficult to catch up. Even when Anya bit his hand which covered her, he just jerked his mouth of her neck and kept rocking against her. His long fingers never moving from her mouth.

Long fingers.

Of the hybrids left, it had to be Taehyung.

He wont uncover my mouth. He is too stubborn to do that. He has seen what I have been doing.

His mouth left her shoulders and lifted up. Liquid trickled out from where the pain congregated. Tae's thrusts increased, becoming almost frantic, when he reached for her panties.

Okay, change of plans with him.

Anya suddenly rocked back to him, catching him in surprise. He stilled for the briefest microsecond, before tentatively thrusting his bare erection against her still clothed core. Anya rocked back on him hard.

Tae loosened his embrace a bit around her, but kept the hand on her mouth firm.

Anya started rocking back hard, almost roughly, as she tilted her head to one side, inviting him to the wound he had made. At the same time, she licked sensually at his palm against her lips.

All this was too much for the surprised hybrid to take. Stunned and highly aroused, he arched back in pleasure emitting a growl of pleasure.

That was when Anya flung her head back, hitting Tae's chin. That hit, took him by surprise giving her time to twist underneath him.

"Vespertine."

His eyes widened for a second before he fell down on the floor, going still.

"Bravo! Capped them all. Colour me impressed."

A voice from the floors above called out to her. The voice was nightmarish enough for her to not understand who was speaking.

Still lying on the floor, she wheezed out, "You were enjoying the show? Not worried about not getting your chance?"

An animal grown came next.

Ah. So Yoongi had transformed. She was talking to Jimin.

"No. As soon as I saw you control Jungkook, I knew you could take them all out. I was watching your method." The voice seemed to be drifting away and coming closer at the same time.

"I am afraid, none of those will work on me. Not your charming method, nor the word in existence." Jimin continued, "However, the way you managed it in the setting of your disadvantage is inspiring."

Anya sat up, seriously trying to make her body stand. She felt like she had been hit by a truck.

"What do you want from me?"

A growl. The Jaguar was close, but above her. Watching her. He was playing with her.

"A simple request. Let me cut the part of you that he touched. Then, let me cover you in our scent. You love us, which is why you are not hurting us. So prove it." Jimin said.

"And you? don't you love me?" Anya asked.

Somehow, that question unexpectedly shut them both up.

Anya stood up and understood, that she was wearing pajamas which were torn from the middle but still hung on with the fabric flapping around due to an intact waistline. Her shirt, had a linear vertical rip in the center but owing to its oversize, still decently covered her.

"Why are you implying that we hurt you?" Jimin said at last, his tone almost gentle, almost. . . . hurt.

Anya braced herself on her knees, trying to think up a plan. She needed to get them both together, individually was a scenario that could only take place in her fantasies. Both the hybrids were too smart to let their guard down without having the other backing them.

"I ASKED YOU SOMETHING!"

Anya winced at that scream. Even after hearing it so many times now, she still could not help but flinch at that ugly, frightful voice.

Jimin continued, "Did we stab you? Did we ask you to peel your own skin in multiple places? Did we keep drowning you?" the voice seemed to get closer, "We did not break multiple bones, did not sew your eyelids shut, nor did we beat you with a baseball bat until you could not move! When were you laid on a block of ice and left for days?? When did we nail screws in your sole or stub out cigarettes on your skin, on your tongue?"

He was agitated now, "That is called hurting someone! Shocking them with electricity until you feel your bones melting is called hurt! Which we went through! We never want to do that to you and we never did! WE DID NOT HURT YOU!" he became silent for a few seconds, and Anya caught a small uncertain whisper, "Right?"

In a dark cottage where the game still continued with two deadly hunters still free and pursuing her, Anya still felt her heart break.

She closed her eyes as she thought of the countless time this side, Vrag, would have been screaming inside while they were being tortured, begging ineffectually to stop, to not hurt them anymore only to be suppressed by their own self in the face of continuity of the horrific cycle of torture.

How many times would they have begged? For them to think anything less than what they experience would not be classified as pain.

The trainers had destroyed them at a level which went deeper than just consciousness, didn't they? They had shattered these innocent hybrids at level of simple primal instincts. Those trainers had made them more dangerous.

Had made them more lonelier. More broken.

The growl of the Jaguar sounded right above her. Right, she needed to first get them back, she kept forgetting her priorities.

Jimin and Yoongi.

Flaker and Michael thought that they were too dangerous because they could not be controlled, were the only hybrids who were so strong, that they could no longer be manipulated psychologically. Her brother too, agreed with that opinion.

It seemed, not a single soul knew her hybrids the way she did.

To her, the truth of reality involving her Cobra and Jaguar, was the complete opposite of their perceived belief.

Their Vrag, would be the easiest to subside.

Because the obsession and love for her by their other side, was too secure in her reciprocations, unlike the rest. Content in the knowledge about her depth of feelings chaining her more effectively than a leash to them, they both had ALWAYS been more concerned about taking care of her.

That concern, ruled them constantly.

And that, was how she would make the Vrag subside. By not using its fear to make it retreat, but by using the Human and animal's fear into making that side manifest, overpowering the Vrag.

Anya knew, just how to achieve it.

"If you are questioning it, that means the doubts have given you reason to contemplate further Snake, I suggest you do that." She said as she started backing away towards the Kitchen.

She felt, more than heard them prowling.

"Come to us."

Anya bumped against Kitchen counter and went to it, groping for the knife block. Luck was particularly smiling at her that night, when she encountered the handle of the longest knife she had.

Knife secured, she moved back to the main living room.

"Knife?" Jimin asked mildly.

So they were really close. Anya looked up, trying to discern any shape, but could only guess at the huge shadow on the railing just above her to be the Jaguar.

If she wanted to make this work, she needed to run like she had never before. She could not make the mistake of stumbling, or falling. That would end up with her either being wounded severely or dead.

"Hey Jaguar," Anya softly said while she backed up extremely slowly, towards a side panel of the living room wall.

"Do you remember when you were being stubborn with a request you had? Back at the Auction house after the ceremony?"

Anya continued while she felt around the panel for a small lever. Finding it, she pressed it. A loud click sounded as a section of the living room wall swung open, revealing the sliding glass door without any steel shutter.

That, was the manual override for it which she had activated before the power was cut.

"You wanted to play? Remember?" Anya kept her voice calm and soothing, even as she heard the rumbles coming from the animal.

She backed away till the glass door, her hands behind her finding the handle. Folding it firm, she then gave the taunt and invitation to the two hybrids.

"So, lets Play."

She slid the door open and hit the lever, making it close and the wall section to start covering the door again, but did not wait to see it finish.

Outside, a storm was raging, the rain falling hard. But compared to the darkness inside the house, the rainy night was bright.

Anya put everything, every bit of her energy that she had. And ran.

She burst away like a bullet, running across the field of grass with rain slashing down on her.

Behind her, she heard the sound of glass being shattered and a loud deep roar of a beast incited into the sport of a true hunt.

Knife in one hand, Anya ran like a possessed person, going towards the back of the grounds, where a cluster of trees were standing. That was not her destination though, that was just the place where she wanted them to think she wanted to go.

She knew she would be no match to the speed of the Jaguar, so she needed to make him want to toy with her, play with her. Her plan depended on it.

After all, this was a psychological game, and every detail needed to be perfect for it to work.

As she ran through the rain towards the trees, she could feel the agile and muscular body of the Wild cat catching up to her.

Just as Anya had predicted, the Jaguar leapt past her to land near a tree, climbing its branches to roar at her, enjoying this vicious game.

Anya acted like she stumbled and screamed a little, then turned around to run in a zig zag way, going towards the edge of the property. She dodged Jimin behind her and kept running.

The muscles of her calves burnt at the speed she was going but she hardly noticed it.

Thunder cracked, a bold splitting of the inky black night sky, Anya turned her head to look back at that moment, to making it more dramatic, and saw that the Jaguar and Jimin were gaining on her fast.

Making sure to fill her face with panic as she let them see it, she abruptly changed the direction yet again, making them feel, the fear of their chase had made her take that decision randomly.

Then, she headed where she wanted to go all along.

She started running in the bitter rain to the slightly elevated ground, going towards the edge, which cut off in a steep manner to the stream gushing below it. The stream that the hybrids had loved, a stream, which had risen up with rain.

A point in the property, they had not visited before.

"STOP!" Jimin shouted at the same time as a growl came from the Jaguar.

Her plan was working.

She ran even faster, going towards the edge of that slight cliff. When she almost reached the edge, she made herself slip, made herself spin on the spot making it seem like she lost her balance.

With enough terror in her voice, she screamed as loud as she could, "YOONGI! JIMIN!" and then leaned back on the edge, her feet slipping on the mud, making her start to fall, the sound of the gushing, raging stream echoing loudly in the torrential rain.

In that single moment, their eyes connected. She saw the eyes of both the Jaguar and Jimin widen and the black in them disappearing in a blink. Silver and Dark brown eyes looked at her with a terrified disbelief as Jimin shouted out with dread,

"MASTER!"

Master. Never could she find any word more sweeter than that.

Mission accomplished, Anya swung the knife she had in her hand as she slipped down the grounds, plunging it hard in the ground of the small cliff. The long knife went through the ground making her body jerk and stop in its descent to the stream below.

Anya quickly found purchase with her foot, and slowly started climbing up.

Before she could hoist her body up, two pairs of hands reached her and plucked her from the position she was in, lifting her as if she was weightless.

Before her feet could touch the ground, she was enveloped in a tight hug. A second later, another body hugged her from the back.

There she stood on the edge of the grounds in the dark night with a storm raging on, in the embrace of two hybrids who were shivering, not from cold, but from the fear of almost losing her.

"Master . . ." Yoongi breathed as he held her close to him.

The next instant he pushed her away, his face twisted in anger, "You gave us the fright of our life! You had the knife! You knew what you were doing!" he started shouting, "What if you could not stop yourself??? What then??? Its raining Master! The mud could have actually made you slip! We don't know the velocity of the water or the depth! Were you completely-"

Anya had had a long day.

She had completed her office, dressed up for the stupid dinner party, watched Han and Jennifer drool and lust over HER hybrids, had learnt of Yoona's betrayal, had to come back to more sickening time with Han, saw her hybrids turn into their Vrags, gotten bashed and wounded with blood running down her shoulder and her right arm pretty much useless now, been in a hunt and was now standing in the rain with torn clothes getting soaking wet.

Yep, she had had a LONG day.

And she was NOT in the mood for being yelled at.

She shrugged out of Jimin's embrace and took a step towards the shouting Yoongi.

Putting both her hands on his bare chest, she pushed him. Hard.

Yoongi promptly lost his balance and fell from the edge, hurtling towards the stream.

Anya watched dispassionately as the hybrid broke the surface, then stood up, the water coming only till his waist.

But, he was covered in mud so thick from his hair till his waist that even the fierce rain was taking its time in washing away the smelly foul odor emanating mud off his body.

He stood there in disbelief, gaping at her from below.

"Ah, this is why you did not want to fall in." Jimin sagely commented from behind.

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AN HOUR LATER

HYBRIDS :

The hybrids had all come to their senses in the living room, in various positions. They had felt a curious sensation of extreme sadness that none of them could explain.

They all saw their Master huddling in a blanket, her hair soaking wet, while Yoongi restored the electricity they had turned off.

And they remembered. Everything that had taken place.

Still, none of them spoke a single word as Jin silently reached Anya to scoop her in his arms. Face set in a mask, he had carried her to one of their rooms, her own room too destroyed by them to take her back to.

Yoongi and Jimin remained behind to clear the living room and the kitchen, and to make some coffee for everyone. They picked up Anya's discarded phone to unmute the call that Suhan had stubbornly refused to cut and assured him of everyone's safety.

Suhan had promised to get them all back the next day but had said something additional to Jimin.

"What happened tonight was my sister's and my Honor Jimin, don't look at it with a narrow vision. Understand clearly the emotions and reasons behind the actions committed tonight rather than focusing on the evidence of those said actions."

Jimin had partially understood what Suhan was trying to say. Partially, because, the wounds on his Angel, had been too ugly to ignore.

Upstairs, Jin had drawn a warm bath and left her with a request of only wearing a thin black robe after her bath. Even through her protests, Anya was subjected to Joon and Jungkook looking over every wound that bled, applying first aid and a bandage to it after her bath.

Hobi had silently dried her hair while Tae had loosely tied it to a long plait.

Once they were silently satisfied by their fussing and its result, Jin had again carried her down to the bright sitting room with the fireplace pleasantly lit, the curtains drawn away to show the rainy night outside the glass windows, and hot coffee to warm them.

Smiling, Anya had then asked Suhan to send the entire video recording of Flaker to them, which they then watched together, learning everything that Flaker had experienced and said.

That was where they were now.

Silent since coming back to their senses. Sitting in a luxury house they had partially destroyed, gazing at the beautiful woman in a black robe, whose lips were swollen, neck patched up, arm which she could not lift, sipping her coffee with a serene smile.

"That trainer is a huge idiot." Anya sighed as she relaxed back in the couch, the pain meds taking effect, "How in the world did they actually manage to pull this off is beyond me. Who says luck does not favor the brainless?"

No one replied to her.

"Do you know? I have killed twice in my life." Anya spoke into the quiet sitting room, the sound of crackling wood and rain somehow comforting.

"The first was when I was 17. I was out with my friend. We had stupidly lost our way in the city and did not want my cavalry to come scold us because the tracking device in my watch had alerted them." Anya sipped the hot beverage with relish.

"We were taking a shortcut through the alleys, my friend was 23 at that time, she had just completed her training for the police force."

Hoseok recalled the name, "Ye Jun."

Anya nodded, "Ye Jun."

"We were walking through a long patch of alley when we heard a scream. I rushed ahead towards it and saw a man raping a woman. Right at that instant, I started to look around for something to hit him with. The woman was screaming and crying and I couldn't even find a single stone. My training was good, but I was instructed to not engage in any combat until I was given the go ahead. I trusted Arissa too much to not obey, even in that circumstance.

Ye Jun arrived and pulled out her gun, yelling at the man to stop. Hearing her and the cocking of the gun, he did stop. He hurriedly got up from her and raised his hands. That action made it possible to see the face of the woman, it was then I realized, she was just a girl.

I had been living around Uncle and his men a bit too much at that point and I guess that influenced my actions. I took the gun from Ye Jun and shot him. My bodyguards soon arrived and they took care of it all, but I have since, always regretted what I had done. Always."

"Why?" Taehyung asked from the sofa he was sitting on.

Anya smiled, "It was later a story came out on that man. He had killed 5 people, raped girls, had assaulted various others and had caused accidents serious enough to be charged with manslaughter. And I, had killed him."

"I still don't understand, that just says you did better." Tae asked still.

"No." Anya looked towards the fireplace, "He had wreaked countless lives Taehyung, had broken so many people. Till this date, his victims are still not healed. Mentally. They have lost the potential of having a happy life like the rest. All because that monster chanced upon them." Anya turned to look in his eyes,

"And what had I done? One bullet and he was gone. Did he suffer the way his victims did, like they still do?"

No.

"If you felt that way, then why the second one?" Joon asked.

Anya's eyes looked sad, "My second, was a hybrid."

Jin snorted, "yeah, you want us to believe that."

Anya turned away towards the fire again, "It was 2 years before the Auction. I was travelling late at night. Peter was driving. Suddenly, a hybrid came in front of our car, running right at it. Peter stopped it so abruptly that the break caused my laptop to slide down, making me annoyed enough to lower my window to shout at him.

In that residential road having houses on both sides, that hybrid had fallen on the side of my car, weeping bitterly. He was naked, his body marked with so many lashes. His bones were clearly seen. He looked at me with such pain in his eyes that I forgot everything else."

Anya breathed deeply, "he was missing one of his ears and his eyes, they were haunted with a wealth of agony that he was desperately trying to escape from, but could not find his way out. He was broken Jin, utterly and completely broken.

And lonely. That loneliness plagued him to the extent that he had run out. I understood it was no accident that he ran at our car."

"He wanted to die." Jungkook murmured.

"His owner came out from one of the houses, she was shouting for him as she activated his collar. That hybrid screamed out in the pain in front of me. His eyes were pleading me, to make it stop, to show him mercy. and there, in that night, I listened to the plea. How twisted was it that Death was a mercy to him." Anya paused for a while, "When he saw my gun, he smiled at me."

Anya closed her eyes, "A beautiful smile. He died with that smile. Of happiness."

Anya looked at her 7 hybrids gathered around her, "This world is harsh and cruel on their toys, something that they think, they are entitled too. At that moment, I decided to never take a hybrid who would break, who was weak. I did not want to have a hybrid who would look me in the eye with that same plea."

"No. Master, don't. I know where you are going with this." Joon shook his head as he stood up. "In no way can you compare it with that incident."

"But how would you know Joon? You have been suppressing that part of you since you felt it, hell even before you felt it." Anya sat up, "The Vrag is also part of you, and it is desperately lonely Joonie. It is that emotion that causes it to lash out, not because it wants to. None of what Flaker said is true about it. NONE at all."

"Are you kidding me right now?" Jin asked in a steel voice, "Next you are going to say that its not dangerous?"

"Will you at least listen to me? And stop calling it 'IT'. That's just another part of you." Anya tried to sit up.

"Save it." Yoongi stood up and went to the sliding door, "If that is a part of me then I denounce it."

"Its not that simple Yoongi." Anya said softly.

"Master?" Taehyung waited till she looked at him, "Just stop. Okay? We can understand ourselves what it is capable to do."

Anya shook her head, "Why are you judging its capabilities to it being evil? Something to be shunned? Why does its powers make you proclaim it to be evil?"

"IF YOU WANT A REASON I CAN SHOW YOU THE DAMN MIRROR!" Jin shouted at her. Fuming mad, he looked at Anya with a glare, "Do you honestly think there is ANY way that you can justify what it did?"

Before Anya could say anything, "We need our collars back." Joon said.

Yoongi nodded from where he stood, "Its been fun and games until we finally understood why we went through what we did. Because they were right to. We should have been kept in that cell forever. But now that we have imprinted on you, now that I am in love with you, even with my good intentions, I cant stay away from you. The collar is the only option."

"And since we know you will rarely use it, it would make sense if we carried each other's controller." Tae spoke up.

"Give me enough respect to at least listen to my thoughts before believing Flaker." Anya said quietly

"Its not Flaker's opinion that we trust Master, it's the memories of tonight." Tae answered.

"Wait." Jimin spoke up. "Shut up and sit down. At least listen before your bubbling panic spills over."

Anya wasted no time in continuing, "There is no denying that you are strong. Your Code, says it all. Its reasonable to expect such power but you have to understand, this psyche of yours is just too innocent. More innocent than you."

4 pairs of utterly disbelieving eyes tasered her with its intensity, while 3 hybrids became puzzled.

Bless those three.

"Innocent?" Yoongi murmured sarcastically.

"I think I should take the blame for her nonsensical words." Jin spoke seriously, "I attacked her in a violent manner causing her head to strike the ground. That injury might have made her insane." He looked at Yoongi, "Should we call a doctor?"

"No Hyung, I choked Master for a long time. I think the lack of oxygen might have caused some defect in her brain." Joon said worriedly.

Anya gaped at them. They were talking about her as if she was not present.

"Do you realize that you are making me sound like some kind of weak victim who just bashed by each of you and then tossed to the other as a shuttlecock?" Anya asked in anger.

"Isn't that EXACTLY what happened?" Taehyung asked.

Anya turned to spear him with a hot look, "I don't know Tae. The fact that you were bested by me and are now able to speak in your previous self, kind of tells a different tale, don't you think??"

"Why do you call them innocent?" Hoseok asked.

"Yes, even I am intrigued now." Joon came towards her. He sat in front of her on the floor and continued in a taunting voice, "Which part of what my Vrag said to you : We would keep you chained to us, Claw in our name in your skin, cover you in our essence so your fragrance got covered in ours. We will nail your hand on the ground to make sure you never leave us, while we will make you ours. We'll keep you forever. Even if you love us or not, we will fuck you until you die seems innocent?"

Oh. He had it memorized?

"Um, very, that is, ahem, detailed in your question Hyung." Jungkook coughed.

Joon ignored them.

Anya bent to cup his handsome face, "That is the biggest part that proves it Joonie." She kissed his nose, "Listne hmmm?"

Anya straightened, "For years, your Vrag slept. When it finally woke, all it could do was see what was happening to itself, through the eyes of the animal in your subconscious which wasn't free either.

It was a chain in a chain of a chain. Your Vrag, was being suffocated in its own body. Can you imagine the pain? A part of you, not some different entity, but a part of you, struggling to make itself known? So the first thing it learnt was isolation. Complete and utter isolation. Something that even you did not have."

"Why are we always hated? "Why are we always suppressed? Why are we so loathed by our human halves?"

Anya continued, "Next, it still tried to adjust to reality. Because it did not have the experience of emotions you were feeling, it did not understand anything. To them, people who said they loved them, loved them. The people who made you cry in pain, were bad people who could not be trusted.

Then Michael slowly made it believe that he loved them. You have to understand, to the Vrag, it meant the world. Because if someone loves you? They will love every part of you. Even them. Them, who the trainers convinced during their hypnosis, were unlovable, dangerous, abnormal. A monster.

Your Vrag just wanted to be loved. To be held in someone's arms."

Anya stopped.

This had been the reason why they had constantly asked her about her love, not wanting to know that it was not real. This was why they kept asking her why she did not know them.

"Do you only love one side of us???? Not the whole???"

"Why? Why did you not feel us before? Our gaze? We tried to talk to you, to come out to you."

Anya shook her head, her heart heavy with pain, "When Jin, Jungkook and Taehyung's Vrag finally had a chance to meet Michael, they joyously came out.

But alas, they did not know that their voice was different, not like the others. To us, that voice was terrifying, but to them, it was just their voice. Nothing they would think anything about. Nothing of consequence. Right? All they cared about was that after so many years, they would finally meet someone wo said that he loved them."

Anya swallowed against the lump in her throat. She could just picturize the scene.

"the Vrags called out to Michael, innocently making a very simple request. Just to hold them. But their voice, their sound terrified the trainers, who ran. The security came in between them and the Vrags thought that the security were bad men, trying to separate them from the man who loved them."

"But," Jungkook whispered, "Flaker said that they tore the limbs of the security."

Anya smiled unhappily, "Other than the voice, your Vrag is exceptionally strong. Its not their fault though, they were born with it. Even sadder in the fact that they were created that way. That was the first time they had manifested, they had been completely unaware of how strong they were compared to humans."

Anya looked at Jungkook, "They did not mean to kill the guards. I bet they were just pulling them away by their arms to clear the way so that they could go after Michael. They did not even understand it that their strength had separated the limbs. When the guards started screaming and shouting, they must have panicked. They did not want Michael to think they had done something bad, so they tried to stop the screams. That killed the guards."

There was a silence.

This was both terrifying and heart rending at the same time.

Heart rending was the cries of the Vrags, just trying to find someone, innocently not knowing what to do in the world they had suddenly manifested in. Terrifying, that their casual actions, their being afraid could produce such horrifying results.

"When the trainers turned on the collars, they caused them to experience pain. They knew the controllers were only with Michael. They destroyed their trust that day. The Vrags learnt to start being suspicious. They understood that even if someone claims to love you, they must be lying." Anya sighed, "In fact, they became certain of it. Which was why they kept accusing me. Which was why, they were triggered to manifest in the first place. Because they sensed a betrayal. And they did not want to suffer that pain again."

"You promised to be ours. Then why did you let him kiss you?"

"You said you belong to only us!"

"WHY??? ARE YOU GOING TO ABANDON US TOO???"

Every single of their lines had been a cry for her to deny it.

Anya looked at Joon again, reaching out with her good arm to gently comb through his tousled hair, "The line that your Vrag said? That was a small child's way of threatening someone when they are afraid that their cherished thing might be taken, when they are upset and terrified of it going away."

Anya chuckled, "Of course, after being badly abused sexually, it had picked up what all things it could do, not understanding that what he was saying was actually violent and unpleasant. Think about it from their perspective Joon."

Anya ticked off, "If I am chained to you, I cant go anywhere. If you claw your name on me, nobody would want me. If you cover me completely in your essence, then other hybrids will know not to look at me. If I am nailed to the ground, I wont move. It just wanted me to be by their side forever.

As I said, your Vrag's logic is simple. It does not understand yet what is wrong or right because no one ever taught them that."

"But it did hurt you. You cant deny the physical presence Master." Hobi said.

Anya shook her head, "No. They had learnt quickly. From that Michael incident, they restrained their strength against me. Admittedly, it still wasn't enough, but they were trying their utmost to NOT harm me. I suspect the Vrags have a connection amongst themselves.

The more you suppress it, the more violent it gets in his manifestation."

"Anyways," Anya kept the coffee mug on the table, and then looked at Jin, Yoongi and Joon, "Please don't worry about it. We'll figure out a way to do the right thing."

Yoongi cocked his head, "The right thing?"

Anya looked puzzled, "Is it not obvious? We'll slowly make your Vrag merge with your present consciousness. Of course, it will take sometime and we need to make sure your Code is not yet unlocked, but hopefully, soon."

With each word she uttered, the eyes of her hybrids got bigger in terror.

"HELL NO!"

"FUCK NO!"

"ARE YOU INSANE?"

Anya blinked at the vehement oppositions, not understanding, "Huh? What?"

"That, my dearest Master, is NOT happening." Jin said.

Huh? I just told them a whole tale??

Joon shook his head and got up, only for Tae to slide in front of her, "Master," he carefully clasped her hands in his, "Thankyou for telling us and understanding that part of us. Yes, we were not at fault for having this strength and yes, that part of us in innocent, but."

He looked at the place on her neck which was bandaged due to his bite, the bruise around her neck, her shoulder, her lips. Then he looked at her fragile wrists, bruised badly.

"That strength is still dangerous. That part, the Vrag, is still dangerous." He said.

"I understand that its not our or its fault, but there is no way that I am letting it even accidentally hurt the person for whom I was born. For whom I live." Joon said as he walked towards the fireplace, resting his elbow on the mantle, staring at the fire, "I wont let it."

Jin sat down opposite to her, "Even we cant control it Master. The whole time, we were trying to push it back. If you can understand its pain, can you understand the pain we were in when we could see what we were doing to you but could not stop? When I knew I was going to rape you, but could do nothing to stop MYSELF?"

Anya immediately shot down that notion sharply, "It was NOT. Never that."

"Really?" Yoongi drawled, "You had to kick me on the bed."

"And me?" Tae said. "Please don't say it wasn't."

Anya firmly said, "IT WAS NOT. Any act done against consent is. Even if that act is being enjoyed, without consent, its always without any way, rape." She sat up, "But being rough is different Tae."

"You were not aroused!"

"Because I was worried about you!! I was worried to death what would happen when you came back! Which was why I was trying to get away!"

"You too were weak before us Master. And that got me the most terrified." Joon said.

Anya paused, "Say what?"

Joon turned to her, "You were weak in comparison to us. We could have easily hurt you and we did."

Anya tried to be patient, "I was weak, because I needed to diffuse this phase without hurting you. That limited my strategies Joon."

"Exactly our point Master." Taehyung said from beside her now, "You did not want to hurt us and kept that promise but we did not! You still ended up hurt!"

"Your love for us made you weak in front of the obsession the Vrag has for you Master." Joon said.

What. Did. He. Just. Say. To. Me?

Anya cocked her head to one side, not saying anything. Her gaze, focused.

"With the training we are having, we have physically become a threat to you, to any human. But we will never harm you, the same cant be said for the Vrag."

Never had she felt more insulted before in her life.

"We need the collars Master. It's a compromise that we need to have." Yoongi came towards her.

Jin nodded, "Look at it this way. Even though you are powerful in this society, you still had to compromise to get the information against Han. You had to put up with the unpleasantness of her company and her words so that you could uncover all that she knew. Yes, you could have threatened her, but you could never have been sure about if she told you all she knew."

Taehyung nodded, "Also about your sapphire suppliers. You need the stones for the Collection the Royals have asked you to make. So even though you know of their betrayal to Lee Dong Wook, you still have to find a way to get the stones first for this batch of orders. You can only take action against them after the order has been completed. See? Compromise."

Anya just kept quiet, she made sure her expression did not betray the way she was absolutely SEETHING inside.

"Compromise is not bad Master." Yoongi said in a soft voice, "The collars are needed at this point. We cannot let the Vrag manifest again. We have too much to lose."

"And it IS dangerous Master." Joon said. He waited till Anya looked at him, "Nature has a way of making us see things for the value that they are of. Something appears dangerous because they are usually that. Did you see the way our Vrags looked? The way they sounded? The word monster is warranted for it Master."

Joon waited for her to say something, but Anya just kept staring at him.

Desperation made him talk faster, "Please, you have to understand us Master. All the breaths that we have breathed, every bit of that air could not make us live the way your smile does. The morning and night remain the same for us if you are not beside us. We can not let that precious Goddess be harmed by the casual strength wielded by an entity that has not existed before, with an obsession so urgent and feverish that it wont stop. It had some power inside it locked too, and we don't even want to find out about it."

He straightened, "You gifted us the freedom of making decisions of our life, and this is us exercising it. We want our collars back."

Anya remained silent.

"Master," Jin said, "Even with your power, you cannot make the world bend to your wishes to accept us the way we are. Especially with the amount of power we have. Even if it hurts us, it needs to be locked away."

Anya got up from her seat, "Is this your final say?"

Joon nodded.

"Is this your trust?" Anya asked in a cold voice.

"Ummmm." Anya looked at Hobi, Jimin and Jungkook who were sitting squeezed together in one leather armchair, their eyes round and their expressions innocent.

Jungkook spoke again, "Umm, we would like to be excluded from that narrative. We are happy enough to listen to the way you guide us."

"Yep." Jimin nodded, "Made that mistake once. Wont make it again."

Hobi just nodded his head vigorously.

"Very well." Anya turned back to look at Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung glaring Daggers at the three hybrids on one chair, who completely ignored them.

"I have had a long day. I wish to retire. I hope the rest of your night passes in a pleasant and restful manner. Your wishes and views will be taken into consideration. Kindly meet me here at 9 o clock in the morning. Goodnight."

Saying so, she stood and unlike their expectation, went to the kitchen.

The 7 hybrids remained quiet as they saw her make a pot of hot coffee and then carry that on a tray to her room. Her gait never indicating even a single wound she had.

As soon as they heard the door to the room she was staying in close, Jimin let out a huge breath, "Dodged that bullet." He breathed.

"Seriously Jiminie." Hobi agreed.

"Care to explain to us?" Jin asked.

Jungkook turned his head, "You guys are in for some real big trouble. That is the problem."

"I have no idea you thought that she is weak in front of us?" Jimin sighed, "Every one of you got bested by her. She conquered you all without hurting you, that's an even more impressive feat. She drew the worry me and Yoongi hyung have for her and made us overpower our Vrag in a manner where despite circumstance, she was not hurt. "

"And then," Hoseok said, "You went ahead to tell her, Kim Anya, to compromise? Yeah I'd say it was your head that was hit, not her."

"We only said the truth. It IS a fear we have." Taehyung persisted, "Her safety is paramount!"

Jimin shook his head, "Your first mistake was thinking that you COULD actually harm her. She got those wounds because she allowed us to hurt her. If she didn't, not a single scratch could grace her skin."

Tae, Jin and Joon wrinkled their brows, while Yoongi got a contemplative look on his face.

"Does not mean she cant get hurt or that we shouldn't think of protecting her." Joon muttered.

"No. We need to always protect her. But never from situations she has already carefully studied, or said that she can handle."

"Did you notice her speech pattern?" Jungkook asked.

"Huh?"

"She speaks in a formal manner if she is being sarcastic, bratty or if she is angry." Hoseok paused, "Very, very angry. That goodnight was a warning my dear friends."

Taehyung asked, "Of what?"

"Of tomorrow." Jimin cuddled deeper in the sofa, "And one thing I can assure you. She is more to be feared than our Vrags. She is just like them. The only difference is that she is a human. And is infinitely more intelligent."

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ANYA :

"Adora, send me the files I have on all my sapphire suppliers." Anya sat down on the bed.

"Okay. Do you need my help with something?"

"Not this. But yes. Email every one of the blue sapphire supplier to tell them that I will not be needing any stones from them anymore."

Adora whistled, "What about the orders? One is for the Arab princess's wedding."

"There are sapphires of other colours, don't worry. These people don't want their jewellery to look just exquisite, more than that, they want it to look expensive. Pink sapphires will help in that case."

"Got you boss."

Anya paused as she opened the laptop, "Umm, you always hated Yoona."

"Nah. That's a strong word. Just found her fishy. The way she would hog all your attention was just weird."

Why had I not seen that?

"Talk to Suhan. You both take care about Yoona. I cant."

"What happened?"

"Just talk to Suhan Adora. I have a long night ahead of me." Anya cut the call.

Then she called her lawyer.

Yep, she had a long night ahead of her.

Because her hybrids, had utterly infuriated her.

Somewhere around at 3 am, a slip of paper was passed in her room from beneath the door. She got up to look at the message, a smile coming on her lips.

"MASTER"

Prove it. Please. To the Vrags as well.

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MORNING

HYBRIDS :

"We overslept! That's what happened!" Taehyung was screaming as he tried to fit his leg in the jeans.

"That has never happened before." Jin was battling with his tshirt, "Was it because of last night?"

"Nopes" Jimin said from the top of a massive cupboard on which he was sitting, having transformed on reaching up, "Hobi hyung, Jungkookie and me woke up just fine. Saw you guys sleeping so went back to dreamland." He swung his legs, "Curiously, the only three of us who did not insult her."

With one agile swing, he gracefully jumped down, then stretched his limbs, "Maybe that's the effect of your guilty conscience- oww Hyung! Not cool!!"

Jimin glared at Yoongi who went back to silently dressing after splashing Jimin with a bottle of water.

Jungkook laughed, "Best change quickly Hyung, at this rate, you will be the one who is the most late."

Cursing him under his breath Jimin snatched up another Tshirt from their duffel bag, "Are you sure you bathed? Cuz you still stink from that mud of the stream!" Jimin taunted Yoongi.

"Ah. That's what this smell is. I was wondering why it seemed familiar. Brings . . . . unpleasant memories." Unexpectedly, Suhan entered their room.

"Both me and Anya had fallen into that marshy part once. Ugh. Took days to was off that smell."

Jin and Namjoon went towards him to greet him while Suhan did the same to everyone.

Yoongi on the other hand, now looked agitated, "What am I supposed to do then?"

Hoseok helpfully extended a perfume, "It's the only one here." He winced as he handed it to him.

Yoongi took it and growled, "Honey, saffron, watermelon?? What kind of a religious combination offering is this?"

Jin raised an eyebrow, "Better than the horrible smell of dead decaying plants." He turned to the mirror, "Honestly more than my thoughts, I was kept awake due to that odour coming from you. If you keep smelling like that, even the Vrags might decide to stay locked rather than to assault their noses."

Yoongi gritted his teeth and opened the perfume. Then he went ahead to spray half of its contents on himself.

"Ooh." Joon said.

Suhan backed away, "Now I am thinking the Amazon marshy smell was better than this voodoo combo."

Yoongi tossed the perfume aside, "Why do they even call it FRAGRANCE? Who thinks up combination such as these??"

"More to the point," Taehyung said as he completed his outfit, "Why was something like that here?"

Suhan shrugged, "It was a dare."

Joon turned to him, pausing in the action of combing his hair, "To what?"

Suhan scratched the back of his head, "To invite any one night stand and successfully have a date wearing this perfume."

Jimin giggled, "What was the prize that actually made you agree to such humiliation?"

Suhan's expression turned sour, "The promise to never use rubber snakes or anything related to it for any kind of prank on me till the day we die."

For a second, no one spoke.

Then, Hoseok and Jimin burst out laughing.

Joon, Jungkook and Jin started chortling too, while Suhan just sighed.

Taehyung went to Suhan, "I am so sorry for you. How badly did your date reject you?"

"She made the excuse of having diarrhea to go back home."

Joon bent down laughing so hard that he bumped into Jin, who fell down on the bed.

"GREAT! And I have to wear this and smell like this for the entire day!!"

"Here," Suhan gave him a can of Air Freshener, "Spray this over yourself. The rose smell might mask it."

"Why did you not give it to me earlier???"

"I was going to. But then you accepted that, and I just wanted to return the way you had been so considerate for my feelings the day I met your friends, so I let you." Suhan smiled sagely.

"Spraying it might just make it worse."

"Whatever." And then Yoongi proceeded to empty the entire can on himself, the fog of air making him disappear in its thickness, spreading to the entire room.

A few minutes later, he smiled, "At least now I smell like roses."

"We all do." Jungkook said in a deadpan voice.

Suhan cleared his voice, "Just want to ask something, did my sister tell any of you anything about the sapphire suppliers?"

Every eye turned to Suhan.

They shook their head.

"Usually, Anya is not bothered with handling these things. She lets Adora or the core group do whatever they want. But yesterday, she took to getting back at them. Overnight, a lot has happened." Suhan sat down on the sofa of the room.

Tae looked at him, "What?"

Suhan took out a Patek Phillipe wristwatch from his pocket, putting it on, "first she cancelled her orders and cut all ties with the blue sapphire suppliers. After losing her as a client, immediately, the whole jewellery business industry started to speculate about them being shady, some breaking off their own contracts in a bid to not attract the wrath of my sister by being associated with people she had cut off.

They started panicking at the loss they were suffering out of nowhere. That would have been sufficient revenge, but Anya took it a step further."

Suhan flicked on his watch then looked at them, "You know how we keep a profile on everyone we know, work with or who are known? Information on them including any theft, smuggling, bribery, embezzlement, affair, and association they have?"

The hybrids nodded.

"Anya leaked half of those info online yesterday. The men are completely ruined. Possibly going to be arrested."

"What about her orders?" Tae worriedly asked.

Suhan smiled, "Oh, there are always other ways." Then winked at him. "Even though her name is nowhere linked to it, but the whole society knows it her. No one will think to double cross her again. More than that, word must have reached D and Dong Wook."

"Then?" Jungkook said, "Now what?"

Suhan got up, "Now THEY start fearing US." He went to the door of the balcony, "My sister is in the receiving area. We have a guest coming. Go meet her. I'll be staying here till they are gone."

Saying so, he went out.

Jungkook sighed, "And so, it begins."

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RECEIVING ROOM :

The pack stepped inside the room and paused to breathe properly.

Their Master stood against the glass door, her back to them. She looked exquisite.

With her flowing long dark hair slightly to the side, the flawless skin of her bare back was exposed in a dress of beautiful light fabric she wore.

She looked as beautiful as the women or goddess that the men in ancient times would readily go to battle for.

She looked like a dream perceived in the moment before life faded from the eyes, ethereal, delicate and unreachable. Something that no one could come back from once the vision captured the enchantress walking among the common human.

She was bewitchingly alluring.

Anya turned towards them. The dress hid her shoulders and a lace wrap loosely draped on her shoulder, covering the wound on her neck. The bruises she had were concealed.

Her lips were soft, plump and inviting, the rose buds parted.

But her eyes, those azure blue eyes were mysterious.

"Namjoon?" she asked in a lilting voice, "How do I look today?"

Namjoon was still gasping in air but quickly collected himself. The question prompted so many adjectives and sentiments, so many thoughts crowding in his brain.

He wanted to tell her that divinity could be defined from her beauty, he wanted to let her know that her lips could bring him down with just a curve, he wanted to tell her about his desire to worship every inch of the silken skin she possessed, but faced with the actual task of articulating his thoughts, all he could say was.

"Beautiful."

Anya smiled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

The doorbell rang.

Anya looked at them, "Kneel."

"Sorry?" Hobi asked.

Anya looked at him and raised her brow, "Kneel."

A tension sparked to life inside every hybrid. Anya patiently waited for them to obey without offering any other explanation.

Slowly, everyone went down on their knees, confused about her command and her behavior. Whatever she had planned, Jin thought, seemed to be exactly what Jimin, Jungkook and Hobi had said it would be like.

Anya went to open the door.

The pack swiftly looked at each other trying to gauge if anyone knew of the development. The only one who spoke up was Jungkook, "More than us, pray for whichever guest she has invited."

Jimin swung his face to look at Jungkook, contemplating his words. At once he understood, "Shit!" he muttered and then looked at Yoongi.

Time wasn't on his side as the door to the receiving room opened, and a crowd of people came inside it.

A group of 4 people came to take a seat at the far sofa, away from the man, one woman and one hybrid who greeted Anya enthusiastically in an joyous manner and proceeded to sit by the window.

Anya sat opposite to them with a small coffee table between them.

None of the hybrids knew the man, but they did know the woman.

Mrs. Han.

"I am very pleased that you decided to join me at such a poorly timed notice. I hope, you find it in you to forgive me." Anya in a melodious voice.

Immediately, the Hans denied that.

Anya gave a charming smile directed at Mr. Han, "I do believe you are aware of what happened to all my sapphire suppliers?"

The man visibly shifted in his seat, but maintained his smile, "I do know. Although I would never be rude enough to ask about what transpired for you to take such an action. I am just thankful that you consider me to be a trustworthy person which is why I am assuming you still hold your contract for sapphires and rubies with me."

Anya smiled, "Nonsense" she waved daintily, dismissing it, "You are one of the people who I consider to be my friends. You may ask me whatever you please. After all, your wife and I spend some time together last night, bonding over common interest."

"I don't like whats going to happen." Jin murmured.

"Why? I believe you were the one who brought up Han's name yesterday." Hobi whispered back.

Anya leaned back on her chair, her beautiful frame making a seductive picture, "Do you wish to know?" she said while looking in Mr. Han's eyes.

He stuttered a little, "Please do call me Seho."

Anya slanted her head a little, her hair cascading down that side, "Would you like to know Seho?"

The man nodded like a dog enthusiastically wanting to please his Master.

Bestowing him with another dazzling smile, Anya spoke, "Yesterday, I discovered that Lee Dong wook was buying my suppliers, setting up a scheme which would cost me a pretty penny."

Both of the Han's froze.

Anya pouted enchantingly, "I was very disturbed to know that your Wife has been actively taking part in all such activities as well, against me. I discovered it from the charming Jennifer of course." Looking at Han, Anya continued, "She sold you out in seconds."

A look of slow creeping fear engulfed their faces.

Anya smiled again, "I really hated that fact, considering that I know particularly well about the drug overdose case of the Park Juan's party a year ago? Of course I knew it was your wife who had supplied the narcotics. With evidence of course."

"NO! it was just another day! Like so many times I had done it I never knew that the batch was tampered with. I-" Mrs. Han's fear filled talk was cut off when Anya raised one hand.

"I do not like to be talked over. Be careful."

She leaned back and picked up a flower from the nearby vase, "Not just you dear lady, your husband is notorious for killing the prostitutes he likes to sleep with. Cant really say anything about it but visiting such establishments, gambling with such people . . . . Seho, did you really think it was wise?"

Mrs Han looked at her husband, not knowing about the gambling part.

Anya plucked out a petal from the rose, "You owe them quite a big amount, don't you? Enormously big. Do you know what they do to the people who don't pay up?"

Seho was on the verge of crying.

"But still, your wife takes the cake." Anya continued plucking the petals, "She came to my room at the Auction with the intent to gather information, conspired against me with D, kept on sabotaging my business, but the cardinal sin she did," Anya looked at Han with a burning fire in her gaze.

"Is to covet what is mine."

"I am sorry. Please. Listen, Anya, I am-"

"Do you wish for me to pluck out your tongue? If so it can be arranged."

Mrs. Han started crying, she clutched the sleeve of her husband's coat.

"Did you not see what I did to Ji young? Did you think you were smart enough to fool me? and do NOT get me started on the topic of the party last night." Anya lowered her gaze back to her flower.

"If I could, I would make you vanish from the face of this planet while making sure every bit of your identity was erased from the minds of even your parents." Pausing, she looked at her.

"I can still do it."

She shrugged, "Or, just ask for the mob to do whatever they want to you. That would be worse than death."

The clock kept ticking as the winsome figure of the girl in white kept plucking the petals of a Red rose in front of the seated bodies of two crying human.

"However, I feel, compelled to aid you Seho. I know of the fate that will befall you if you don't pay them your debt. I can help you to not only clear that, but also to start a line of collaboration with my future designs." Anya threw the stem of the rose away, "Would you like that?"

The guy remained confused for a bit, and then jumped at the offer. He knew he was destined for a fate worse than a painful death if the money was not paid.

"Pl-ple-please yes!"

Anya turned towards Mrs. Han "Were you so blinded in your sexuality that you did not even understand what was happening? Who you were ticking off?"

She just cried.

Anya leaned back on her chair and pleasantly said, "I hope you don't mind, but I am in the process of giving some life lessons to my hybrids. Please do excuse me."

Saying so she turned towards them, "Boys, please come to stand behind me."

The pack looked at one another, then rose as one and went to stand where they were instructed. Up close, they could see just how badly Han was crying.

Anya noticed that, "The reason why she is crying is because she knows that her very life is in danger. One sound of displeasure from me to the darker side of this country and they will make her disappear from this system. Her death, no doubt, will not be pretty."

Anya spoke about Han before her to emphasize how little she meant.

She turned towards the pack, "Now, let me demonstrate the wonders of greed. And what it can achieve." She chuckled as she looked at Seho.

"I will slowly pay off your debt by giving you the money. I will also never breathe a single word about your habits or your wife's habit to anyone. In return, your wife has to agree to something."

"SHE AGREES!" Seho shouted.

"HONEY?" Mrs. Han looked at her husband terrified.

"WHAT?? It was due to YOUR fault that Kim Anya is angry! Its due to your poor choices that you are sitting here. If not for your sexual pleasure, you would not have ended here!! So for ONCE in your pathetic life, you will HELP me and yourself by agreeing to everything that has been asked of you! Remember, if I divorce you, you will have NOTHING. That is, of course if you Survive! You think any D can go up against Anya and win????"

He took hold of both of her shoulders and shook her, "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?? If I don't pay the money we will BOTH be dead! Horrifically so! We need the help!"

"Now now Seho, don't lie to your wife," Anya interrupted, "Your husband had a small fortune, illegally obtained of course, stashed away. He was planning on leaving you for the mob to come and kill while he gets out of country. Tonight actually."

Anya leaned forwards and looked with mischief in her eyes, "Don't worry, not only have I retrieved and dispersed with his cash, I will also be making sure that he cannot leave the country. For your benefit, I will also add in the clause that he will not be divorcing you."

Seho fell back on his chair, bitterly crying. He looked at his wife and said, "DO IT! if you want to live say yes!"

With snot running down her nose, and tears crusting her cheeks, Mrs. Han looked at Anya.

"What do I need to do?"

"Pathetic." Anya muttered on seeing her.

She stood up, "Firstly, I will let you have a good cover for this D. Provide me with any information you get. I will be dealing with this nuisance soon enough and I have other sources, so if I find out that you missed anything, the deal will be off."

"YES!"

Anya looked curiously at Han, the sunlight falling on her from the back, providing the viewers a clear view of her alluring full figure, the dress almost transparent.

Anya moved away, "Keep in mind what I did to Sebastian, Han."

The lady felt a pain in her chest. She was truly fucked. There was nothing she could do. Anya was worse than a monster, she was a demon that no one could win against. Why had she started this madness?

"Your sexuality is to blame for your current state." Anya smiled at her, "And I hated how you talked about Yoongi in front of me. You dared to, and then thought it would be good to flaunt it? you dared to imagine having, in any way, a relation with him?"

Anya went to sit back before her, "I'll help you to not feel that way again. You asked what I want you to do?"

Anya licked her lips, "I want you to fix the cause of it. I want your breasts gone and your vagina sealed shut."

Han looked at her disbelievingly. She was not alone. The hybrids were awed too.

"Honey," Anya drawled, "I don't want you to feel any pain. See the group over there?"

Anya motioned to the 4 people who smiled and greeted them happily.

"Those are my doctors. They will perform double mastectomy and vaginal obliteration surgery on you, should you choose to accept my offer." Anya gave an innocent face.

"Of course, you can say no too. I will let you walk away from here. There will be no guarantee about who I could accidentally spill all my frustrations to, or how they will retaliate, but hey, you will be able to stay in shape. Provided, only for a few hours until your husband leaves you and the mob take you."

Anya leaned back.

"Decide. And be quick."

"Why?" Mrs Han was sobbing on the floor.

Anya kept looking at her dispassionately, "I wonder how many hybrids said the same thing after you were finished abusing them?" she murmured. "How many did you hurt, use, or give away? How badly did you hurt Yoongi? Did you never think about something named Karma?"

"SHE AGREES." Seho screamed.

"Does she?" Anya asked.

Han nodded her head, knowing that at least if she wore the right bra, no one would know. She would still at least remain rich.

"Perfect. Adding another. The bear hybrid you have?" Anya said.

The hybrids behind her tensed, as did the bear hybrid sitting by Han's side.

"I believe you have 4 hybrids, correct? You will give up ownership legally and transfer his ownership to a doctor friend of mine. Do it at the earliest."

"Done!" Seho shouted.

Perfect.

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30 MINUTES LATER :

Anya had called for her lawyer to accompany the Hans while she talked to the phone with someone.

"You talked about her gems supplier and Han. What else did we say?" Joon murmured.

Suhan winced, "Ah so you pushed her."

Joon wanted to tell Suhan why, but Anya came back at that moment. She entered the living room and searched for someone, and then settled her eyes on Joon.

"Tell me Joon, what I did to Han, was it not Monstrous to her? But I look so beautiful, You said it yourself, didn't you?"

Jungkook backed away from the female, going to stand beside Suhan. Jimin too wisely went to them, dragging Hobi along.

Anya tilted her head, "I will give each of you 10 minutes. In those 10 minutes, your objective is to pin me even once. If you do, you succeed."

"Hang on. No. what?" Jin shook his head, "You are injured!"

"Should make it easier for you. You have not once questioned why me and Suhan never trained or sparred with you. That's fine, I'll give you the answer."

Suhan tapped Jimin and Hobi's back and pulled Jungkook along with him towards the end of the room. He sighed, "The fortune it will take to fix this place."

"Is less than pocket money for you." Hoseok drolly said.

"Well!" Suhan fired back, "Its still the principle! A lot of these material will not be available any more--- ooomf-" Jimin slapped his palm on Suhan's mouth, his eyes fixed on the scene before him, equal parts worry and excitement flooding him.

Anya went directly towards Taehyung, whose eyes widened. But he was concerned about her safety so he decided to be gentle with her. He looked at Joon who nodded back at him.

They would be gentle and pin her to the sofa. She was already injured and was so delicate in front of their strength, in no manner would they hurt their fragile butterfly.

Taehyung softly smiled at the notion of his Master cutely challenging them, that too in a dress. He would make sure that the dress not be ripped.

He felt his Vrag wake up then, curious and watching.

Taehyung inclined his head to give his consent.

He would indulge his princess, and carefully defeat her.

Then, hold her in his arm and soothe away her fears and anger. Gently caress her.

His master had made sure that they never hurt even when they were in the state of their Vrags, he would forever worship her for her softness.

He would protect her.

He would make her understand that she never could be a monster. She was, and would always be a beautiful, kind, delicate, wise Princess.

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30 MINUTES LATER :

Fragile?? Delicate?? Soft???

Taehyung was panting hard on the ground, clutching the side of his abdomen, his pride making him not moan out in pain.

He must have been describing himself when he was thinking those.

He looked at the room.

The center table was smashed, the sofas in disarray and pulled away from the original places. Cushions on the floor. Along with Jin, Joon and Yoongi, who like him, were crawling towards the sofa, trying to catch their breath.

She was fast! She was superhumanly fast!

Her attacks were always different and placed in a manner where he felt like he was just blocking one move when she had already deployed the next move. At one point, Taehyung had been trying to get his eyes to go wide in an attempt to look for the next move while he kept going backwards.

He wanted to forget that he had whimpered once at the speed.

By 3 minutes into the fight, Taehyung felt like he was blindly jabbing at thin air. Gone were the thoughts to try and be gentle. None of his attacks got even close enough to her for him to bother.

Fighting with her was thrilling. For a few seconds.

After which it just turned into him dodging her moves, willing the clock to speed up.

She had kicked at them a couple of times, her kick being mid air for her, but she had somehow always put a pillow between the kick and their body in a way that the jab was always absorbed by the pillow. Even in such a fast paced fight, she took care to not actually hurt them

Wind them up, make them look foolish? Yes. But not to seriously hurt.

They were kilometers away from reaching her level.

Through this all, Suhan and Jungkook had helpfully gotten out packets of chips from the kitchen, handing the extra bags to Jimin and Hoseok.

The four of them had then gone to sit on the stairs, a safe distance away from letting any mishap happen to them and then enjoyed their snacks while entertaining themselves with the show of the rest of them getting their asses kicked and then handed back.

Taehyung had gotten a glimpse of Jimin and Hoseok betting with each other on who would go down first or how many times, while Kookie had watched with his big round doe eyes fixed on the fight ahead, his hand periodically dipping down in the packet to bring the chips to his mouth.

Suhan had been the most insulting.

He sat there analyzing the moves his sister made and calling out criticisms on her particular moves asking her to improve it. The worst had been when he had criticized her on being too slow!!!!

Did he have the ambition to coach his darling sister in becoming a real Wonder Woman????

It felt like they were just animation, existing for his sister's practice.

Taehyung sat up, watching Joon groan and stand, his shirt ripped and feathers from the torn cushion in his hair sticking out like he had been in a chicken coop.

Master had been particularly mad at Jin and Joon. The way she had bashed his face so many times with the pillow while making him fall again and again had truly made his Vrag afraid at one point.

Rather than him, SHE seemed to be possessed.

And the most mortifying thing about the whole encounter was, that her dress was absolutely, perfectly fine, not a single tear on it. Like fighting with them was a child's play to her.

Even a child would manage to sully an adult's clothes. He thought sourly.

And she had called his Vrag like a child.

Taehyung stilled.

His Vrag, had been able to hurt her. Even without trying, while even though they tried harder than their Vrags, were not even able to touch her skin.

Just like his thought of a child being able to ruin an adult's clothes.

Both of it happened, because the adult with the child, and Anya with their Vrags, had not wanted to harm them by bloacking them. Had been careful in their actions to keep them untouched. That was why, she had left herself open to be hurt.

"Your first mistake was thinking that you COULD actually harm her. She got those wounds because she allowed us to hurt her. If she didn't, not a single scratch could grace her skin."

Jimin's words from last night came to haunt him. Taehyung swung his gaze to watch his friend looking at him with a knowing smile. He just raised an eyebrow as if to say, See? I had told you!

Tae sighed. Yes he had.

"Do you know what love is?"

Taehyung looked at his Master, standing near the window with her back to them, gazing at the fields and stream. He then looked at the others 3 hyungs. They had all gotten up on the sofa, and had their heads down.

"Me and Suhan were not just to be the heir of my father's empire. We were also to be the heir to our Uncle's."

What?

Tae somehow found enough strength to sit up on the nearby sofa.

"We trusted only a select few people. Those are the same people who still live with us. Our training started much at the same age as yours. At 5."

That was why she knew so much about the effect an act had on the mind of a child.

"Mind games, body language assessment, profiling, and fighting. In different forms. All of this started for us both at 5. But unlike yours the people who trained us, loved us. Truly loved us. The training was always rigorous, but fun. Always draining, but joyous. Always loathsome, but exhilarating.

Arissa would give me a massage afterward, especially after Choi instructed us, making me laugh, telling us tales. Yes, it took some time, yes, being hard on us or stricter on us would have yielded faster results, but they would have left a weak spot.

When we were taught and instructed by the people who loved us, they made sure to take all the time needed, to make sure to not leave any bitterness in us. We could feel that they were training us for our sake. So that WE would be safe. NOT for any selfish motive, but because they were worried for us.

That left its effect on both of us. We learnt all the art because we, in return, did not want them to worry. Wanted to prove to them that we were capable of any situation, so that they would not lose sleep if they heard something went south, that they would smile and pity our opponent.

That was love. And it did not make us weak."

She paused. Shifting from one foot to the other, she reached out to put her hand on the window.

"Every single human or hybrid has darkness in them. Everyone does. I do, Suhan too. My darkness was extreme. Maybe because I was a fast learner, going at levels when my age was less? Maybe because something was wrong with my brain? Maybe because I was abnormal? Who knows?

The way I thought of things, the way I understood people, their emotions, made me understand just the right thing to do to shatter them completely. I read people so well, that the lash of my words could reduce a man to half, making him question his worth. I could think up actions that would make people beg for death since I was 10.

But did that mean the people who loved me, suddenly became afraid of me? No. to them, it was just a simple enough thing to educate me on, to make me aware. That's all. The thought of rejection never crossed their minds.

That, was love."

"Our Vrags are more dangerous than-" Joon said in a thin voice.

"Your Vrags." Anya cut him mid line. "It was an honor to take care of them. It was an honor that those abused parts, decided that they felt safe enough to manifest in front of me. To trust me. it did not even trust you."

Anya reached up to tie her hair, "The Vrags are powerful, they might have some hidden qualities, their appearance is nightmarish and they are dark, but not evil. Evil and darkness are two separate things.

I do understand your concern, the bond of imprinting in itself is volatile, it's a mental, emotional and physical bond for you but emptiness to me. That one sided emotion, that possessiveness and lust can drive the hybrid crazy.

You are concerned that such an intensely dark bond with your Vrags may turn dangerous? You are correct. That the bond is permanent and it may become a dance with a sword with its feverish needs? Correct again. That the Vrags might descend into insanity of desire, and hurt me? I guarantee you they will.

But you forgot another equation. That obsession in you is countered by your love and mine. The Vrag in you can be taught to balance it.

But did you talk about it? Was your response to me about how we should proceed? No.

Here I was trying to make you my companion but you stubbornly want to remain my slave. Instead of trusting me, of knowing that I will do everything I can to help you, you decide to be a coward and hide behind the collars instead of bravely embracing that part, instead of trying to control that part. For me.

After all, its just obsession you feel.

But me? I feel an emotion that does not make me weak Joon. It makes me strong enough to protect you. Even if that means hurting you. Even if it means protecting you from yourselves."

Anya turned towards them.

She strode towards the cupboard, opening it to get a bag out. She reached in and pulled out four thick electric collars and tossed them towards Jin, Joon, Yoongi and Tae.

"Here. My parents dinner party in tonight, the Gala in 2 weeks. You will be wearing this collar from today. Make sure you wear it then too."

She came towards them, her eyes sad and angry at the same time, "You wanted to be my slaves? So be it."

"Master-"

"Not a word." She said as she went away from the room, exiting it.

Everyone was overwhelmed by the quiet way she had said things, her grief and disappointment in them apparent.

Taehyung reached for the collar, just to look at it.

"My man, whatever happens, don't you wear it. Not if you want to be beheaded." Suhan called out.

Joon looked at Him, "She said?"

"Wolf, never take what a woman says to your heart. Watch her tone, her expectations, her unspoken words. That is what you follow."

"That sounds complicated." Jungkook murmured.

Jin had not said a word since Anya started talking. He had kept his head bent. Now he stood up and looked at Suhan.

"The Vrag. Their passion." He clenched his jaw, "Lava might be less dangerous compared to it."

Suhan smiled, "You are not alone in this, are you Jin? Look at the support you have around you."

"If something happens to her that support will mean bull to me." he gritted out. "Both of you are seriously discounting the obsession our Vrag has with her. When it comes to her, it has no limits at all, its the most dangerous to her because it has fixated on Master. That fixation is permanent. Its manipulative, lethal and violent. Cherry on top? It wants only her. Flaker was not entirely wrong about it."

Suhan rocked back on his heels, "The more you suppress it, the more violently it will come out. And you Jin, are at the highest risk. You completed the bond the earliest and keep restraining-what?"

Jin was shaking his head.

"I am not the only one. Another hybrid completed the bond the same time as mine. Another hybrid suppresses his desires worse than mine."

"Who?"

Jin looked around, "The hybrid who is missing."

Suhan looked around.

Jimin.

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ANYA :

Even with your power, you cannot make the world bend to your wishes to accept us the way we are.

That line kept circling her mind.

She already had plans for the Gala.

But she could do something more permanent, more impactful.

She wanted her hybrids to be feared and desired, but left alone. Wanted to see them prosper and walk confidently. Wanted to make sure that no one ever dared to lift a finger against them.

Most of all, she needed her hybrids to understand, just how lethal they were, but always had themselves under control. Wanted them to understand the power they had in the society.

Plus, she could catch Michael.

Anya smiled.

She WAS someone who could bend the world to her wishes.

She reached for her cellphone, bringing up a number and waiting for the person to respond.

Her hybrids were magnificent, and she would soon merge their Vrags with their animals. That would be a sight to see.

Jimin tiptoed and stood outside her door, listening in.

The person responded, "Hello?"

"Park Jihan? I need you to do something for me."

Anya waited for the man to complete his disbelief and greeting.

"I want you to arrange an Auction in 2 months inviting all who were present before and also the elite society who wish to partake in such activities. Make sure that everyone brings their own hybrids and no hybrids are bought, but at the same time, make it as debauched as you can get."

After a pause, he asked, "And the rules?"

Anya smiled.

"No Rules."

Jimin smiled outside her door, understand what his Master was doing. She always did love to make them aware of how powerful they were.

He walked away from the door to go to the room to take his bag. They would be leaving soon.

He found Yoongi in the room, packing.

Both of them were alone.

They looked at each other. A slow smile started forming.

"When will you tell Master?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin raised an eyebrow, "I can ask you the same."

Yoongi smiled slowly, his fangs sharpening a bit.

The black started spreading in his eyes, the black lines forming in his chest.

"She invited me to play with her." His voice was distorted "I'll keep her wish first."

Jimin's expression changed from the adorable boy to someone dangerous, an expression of intense Lust etching in his face

He groaned and looked at Yoongi, black spreading in his eyes too. "Same Hyung" his voice too was abnormal.

Jimin turned to look at the mirror, seeing his reflection.

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. He cherished her.

Jimin saw as the black lines spread faster on his chest.

But for the next few nights, he would play with her as his bond demanded him to.

"No Rules" he murmured as the black completely banished any hint of white in his eyes.

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A/N : 24.6k. (Vrag/ Vrâg is pronounced as Vraag)

A lot was revealed in this chapter. This will be the emotional basis for the next stage of character development.

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