133. Our Special Connection

Mora struggled to put Yeon to lay flat on the sofa. It has been cumbersome carrying him all the way from downstairs and the fact that the staff thought he was her boyfriend made it easy for her to not attract unwanted attention, not to mention, they knew she was the granddaughter to the owner of the luxurious hotel.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she glanced down at a half passed out Yeon and smiled. She had been waiting for this moment for the longest time and finally, Yeon lay in front of her not asleep like before but helpless. She trailed down a finger across Yeon's cheek and said, "Lucky are the fated, they get nourishment from their marker while people like us have to sit by and hope to meet someone to fix us. Today I get to do the fixing myself...even though I had to trick you into it. How naive for you are to trust me, thinking there is hope for me. Haven't I been showing you who I really am these last couple of days or did my little threat scare you that much?

I didn't think you'd fall for it and even if you truly did, I'd have thought you'd act a little vigilant around me...perhaps you did. You always seemed to have Stan pick and drop you off. You'd constantly glance at your phone and the time. You looked calm all through yet I wanted you to be nervous even for a little bit but you've kept your word at spending time with me and listen to my act for the need to make peace with my brother and father...as if I care about that. I can never really understand you and that has become very frustrating to me.

I've also noticed your eyes flip colours from deep red to scarlet whenever you're with me. Do I make you nervous? Does this only happen when we are together? Hmm... I wonder if the same thing happens whenever you're with Stan."

Yeon tried to raise his hand to push Mora away but it fell and hung lazily next to the floor. Mora reached out for it and raised it to her cheek then closed her eyes. "Is this how it feels to be affectionate? Does Stan touch you like this? Do you...touch him like this?" Mora pressed Yeon's hand firmly on her checks. "Since you left, I haven't slept really well...not like I sleep much anyway. Perhaps I should not have brought you here last time. I like having someone around. Now, you look frightened of me. Good thing you won't have a memory of today's little incident." Mora smiled at Yeon's futile effort of pulling his hand away.

"You know something Yeon, I merely gave you an empty threat. I hadn't thought you'd become that on guard around me...but you weren't... were you really?

Agh! I couldn't read you! You mess up my plans! I never know how you'd act... I'd thought you'd shun me away and I'd have to chase you down the way I do with Mijin and others! What's the point of catching a prey if it comes to you willingly when you call for it? The excitement lies within the chase Yeon! You should have ran!" Mora suddenly stopped, as if she were looking at Yeon a new. "You aren't like Mijin at all. Mijin is grandiose and extremely entitled. I've warned her several times of her arrogance. I'm surprised she's kept the pregnancy. My bet is that child wouldn't last. She acts like she doesn't care... See, that's the difference between me and her. She does bad things then feels ashamed afterwards since she actually cares what you think of her. She isn't guilty though, don't confuse the two. She just doesn't want you to view her negatively. That's why she threatens me not to harm you since she wants to be the one to do that and no one else. Myself on the other hand, I don't really know when it comes to you. I don't care about others or what they think of me, you included yet somehow, I'm intrigued by you. I want to connect with you. You offer a special kind of...something I'd want to cherish for sentimental purposes... "

"L-let me...go..."

"'I love you.' Hmmm, if I told you that, would you trust me the same way you trust Stan? Or maybe I should have asked, 'would you like to go out with me?'"

Mora shook her head violently. "Nope. It feels strange just saying it. I should never have set my eyes on you. Since then, I've become...irritating enough to feel it.

There is a saying that the world becomes more and more mesmerizing the deeper you fall in love...but I feel it's a fallacy for I become more and more afraid that you continue to break me. I've been making mistakes...and this is the longest I've ever stayed without yearning for blood....the sight of it, smell of it....touch of it...

Feel of it.

I feel devoid of something, something that even I can't comprehend."

"M...Mora..."

"Don't worry Yeon, I only intend to hurt you just a little to prove the theory of what you mean to me. I'm curious to know if you'll quench this hunger in me. Father said to keep a moral compass close, that it offers direction and gives one stability just like it has him. But why is it I feel more and more broken with you? Perhaps I should wait for what I feel for you to come to its end. Do you think its possible?"

"..."

"Yeon, I'm very sad. At least I think I am. Father said people like us can't feel anything, but I felt familiarity with your sadness when I first saw you. You used to be sad. We had that much in common before and I want to keep you that way otherwise, I remain sad alone and that is very very lonely it sickens me.

I'd rather die than loose your sadness at this point. It's our only bond, apart from Mijin. Therefore Yeon, please don't be too happy for I don't know how to be happy unless I act it out and it's exhausting. I don't even know if I deserve to be happy. Lately, I can't keep up with your changed personality.

If you ever leave I'll hunt you down and lock you up the same way father did to mother."

Standing up, Mora gently placed Yeon's hand on his lap and walked towards a wooden box on top of the coffee table.

"I planned well for your visit, and that's why I took measures to make sure you wouldn't feel any pain beforehand. Soon enough you'll start hallucinating and I want to find out in truth what your true fears are. Perhaps just like sadness, we share the same nightmares.

If things had gone the way I wished, we'd be dating right now...and you'd have taught me all there is to know about human connection without me having to threaten you.

Yeon, I craved intimacy with people and had to camouflage to blend in while you shunned away from everyone and seemed just fine. We were the same yet you were my opposite. Connect, reject...which to choose? I dreaded being lonely yet you enjoyed it and seemed normal. In the end, your loneliness brought a lot of people to you.

I wanted to be like you, be with you, live for you, through you...

Why?!

Why did you have to scent manifest?"

Mora began fuming then let out a hysterical laughter as Yeon chocked on her scent.

"I've tried to come closer, you put a wall between us. You still intend to leave me. I just want to be your friend. I need a friend Yeon I'm so lonely... I'm very very lonely Yeon, lonely enough that sometimes, I feel like while in the dark, the darkness stares back at me. That's why I'm afraid to fall asleep.

I was never this afraid before until you came along therefore, you must fix me! Fix it!

Fix me now!"

Mora took a small blade and gently punctured at Yeon's index finger and as blood began oozing out, she quivered. She dropped both Yeon's hand and the blade instantly then held her head with both hands and began screaming.

"I did a bad thing father! I hurt it! I hurt my moral compass!"

She lay on the floor and shook violently, her hands wrapped around her feet which were raised to her chest.

Her body became hot and she began hyperventilating then struggled to stand up and crawled slowly towards a water dispenser that was next to the kitchen door. Drenching herself with cold water, her breathing slowly got back to normal and after a while, she sat on the floor then laughed again.

"I can't do it father... I don't want to." Struggling, she stood up and slowly walked to her room then came out after a few minutes with a change of clothes and a hairdryer, blowdrying her hair.

The sound of it startled Yeon and his heart began to race even faster than it did before however, he felt paralyzed, a feeling that took him back some months ago, how it felt to lay helpless at the mercy of anyone who could save him. She remembered that familiar scent she couldn't identify. It was frightening.

'Stan...' He could almost sense him but that was impossible Stan didn't know where he was. His eyes felt heavy it was hard keeping them open. Something was sucking him into the past to that time when he'd been surrounded by four men. A memory of him being dragged on the floor felt like it was happening again.

"I wanted to hold on to you Yeon, even though after you got fated, I knew you would leave me someday and I would be back to my own repetitive hell. My life just wasn't normal since after meeting you, I somewhat felt connected...

We connected."

Opening a bag, Mora took out a pill and shook Yeon till his eyes half opened.

"See this, it's enough to knock out a horse in minutes yet here you are thirty minutes later, able to wake up despite taking it down with a shot of bourbon. Right now in your semiconscious state, before you enter into total darkness, if I were to whilsper and plant an idea into your head, you'd act on your last thoughts however, what I gave you is not the same as what I gave to my brother. Yours has a tiny bit of opium in it hence if I'm not careful with the dosage, you'll be trapped in an hallucination of your last thoughts, nightmares....or my last instructions.

This is the first I've tried this mixture of a tablet. I wonder how long it will last. Will you ever wake up if you take it, I wonder. I've wanted to end my life for a long time. Should we end us both right here? My moral compass?"

Mora was startled when her phone rang and she smiled. "I told you you have many friends. One of them is calling right now, I wonder why."

Looking down at Yeon, she added. "You acquired your perfect eyes through multiple markings and an incomplete imprint. They should remain in that trapped state of suffering... Or perhaps, before ending us, I get myself one too so we can look the same?"