The distinct chatter was what woke me up. I opened my eyes, and noticed the musty smell of a warehouse rotting away. I shake my head and notice that I was laying on a disgusting old mattress. I push my numb body up and glanced around. The horrid stench of decaying bodies filled my nose making me sick. I notice a window across the room. It was open, letting in fall air. I stroll over and notice my chance to escape was hopeless. There were bars covering the window. I slump to the ground and run my fingers down my neck. I could feel the rouch edges of the mark that now showed people that I was someone's property.

"You're up." a voice said distracting me. I look to see a stranger with orange hair watching me. He wore a black suit and had wings that spread out further than a normal angels. I hug my knees as he walks up to me. He doesn't come more than a few feet from me, his gaze drifted to the door before he came closer.

"Who are you?" I ask quietly. My confidence had disappeared and was replaced with fear and doubt. He ran his fingers through my hair before smiling at me.

"Names Jung Ho-seok." he answers. "I'm a fallen angel, like you." I scoff at the statement.

"You're nothing like me." I spit at him. "I don't work for the Devil!" that only seemed to amuse him. He tilted my head sideways as he examined the mark.

"Yep, he marked you." Ho-seok says standing up. "Never thought he'd actually do it." I was getting so confused on all these terms and not being able to understand the problem of the situation that I wanted to scream.

"Marked?" I repeat. Ho-seok nodded and ran his fingers through his orange hair.

"Yes. Min Yoongi is the main servant of the Devil." he explains. "Meaning usually that he can have first pick at slaves and prisoners." I gasp silently at the word 'slave'. I didn't want to bow down at someone's every whim. Especially if that someone worked for the Devil himself. I lower my gaze when I realize that I was staring.

"I'm a...slave?" I say slowly. Ho-seok chuckled before shaking his head.

"Not yet." he says huskily. "He has to turn you into the Devil first." I push my body further into the wall, seeing the real problem. I wasn't going to die at their hands, I was going to die at the hands of the Devil.

"I won't!" I scream. "You can't make me!" I close my eyes and cover my head. I wanted to believe this was all a dream and that I wasn't property of some filthy creature.

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"What did I tell you?" I heard Min Yoongi's voice say harshly. "She's my property!" I heard rustling before hands took my arms away from my head. I open my eyes and meet the gaze of the one and only responisble for my misery. Min Yoongi.

I couldn't help but glare. Hatred rose in my chest as I clenched my fists. He looked at my face before tracing the mark on my neck. I shudder at his touch as it brought chills up my spine. He sighs and then pulls me up gently.

"Are you sure she's the one he's looking for?" another dude asked. He had light brown hair and wore a tank top with torn jeans. His wings were taddered and torn, making him look like a fallen angel of the Devil. I look down as I remember Angelia and her pain. It brought sorrow and pain. The guy smirked. "I can taste her sorrow." he replies before walkign up to me. "And it's delicious."

"Who are you?" I ask as Min Yoongi pulls me away from him. He gives Min Yoongi a cautious expression.

"Park Jimin at your service." He says extending a hand. I shake it and suddenly feel a surge of warmth and hope. I pull away quickly before he suspects anything.

"And over by the door is Jeon Jungkook," Min Yoongi replied bringing my attention to a demon who guards the door. He had milk chocolate brown hair and bright red eyes. He wore a black suit like Ho-seok but it had blood all over it. I felt my shoulder get squeezed and realized Yoongi was glaring. "And then that's Kim Namjoon." I look to see a stranger with blonde hair looking me up and down. He licked his lips as he waved.

"Two vampires, two fallen angels and three demons." I repeat as I remember the warning of Angelia. "You guys are the ones that-" I got cut off by someone grabbing me from Yoongi's grip.

"She smells so good!" his deep voice said. I breath heavily as I could feel my pulse speed up.

"Taehyung, don't!" Namjoon says. "We need her alive." I heard a growl behind me before the grip tightened.

"Just one...bite." the person behind me said. Taehyung I figured. I turn my head to the side to see Jungkook staring. Bad choice. I felt a sudden sharp pain in my neck. I yelp as he bit down, sinking his teeth into the side of my neck. I could feel my blood leave my body as he gripped onto my desperately weak body.

"Taehyung, that's enough!" Seok-Jin ordered. "You're killing her!" I felt my body become light as a feather as my blood left my body. "TAEHYUNG!?" Seok-Jin yelled causing the person behind me to pull away. I collapse to the ground, feeling the room spin.

I felt something wet drip on my arm. Forcing my vision to my arm, I saw the crimson liquid drip down my shaking arm and onto the cement floor.

"What were you thinking?!" Ho-seok yelled. "She belongs to Yoongi, not you!" I groan as I felt my body being lifted from the ground.

"Does it look like I care!?" Taehyung yelled back before turning to Namjoon. "If you tasted her, you'd understand how pure her blood is!" I couldn't keep my consciousness going. I knew I was dying from blood loss, and there was nothing I could do.

"I suggest you stay away from her!" Yoongi said close to me. There was a chuckled before Jungkook walked up.

"Just because you 'marked' her doesn't make her yours." he spit at him. "What if I mark her as well?" There was a silence before I finally was going to let consciousness slip, but one sentence kept me fighting.

"Because if you don't....I'll kill you."