**************************** Italy roughly around 1450*********************************
“Adiuva me! Adiuva…. me…. sicut me mori.“ The words choked off getting softer with her sobs. She didn’t know how long she’d been in this cell but this time she had finally worn her vocal chords out. Every day she screamed hoping that someone would hear and would release her or that her captors would come and end it. By this point both were what she wanted. No, what she was begging for. Freedom or death. Death was a freedom in itself from the fear and constant wonder of what would become of her. This time though someone came.
“Is that really what you want? I would have thought you wanted freedom.” His voice was deep but it had an accent like something from the east. He stayed in the shadows so she couldn’t see what he looked like. Had she seen him she probably wouldn’t have left the cell but as it was she was so desperate she would have accepted help from the devil himself. In fact if she’d been able to look back on it that was exactly what she’d done. The door swung open with a surprising amount of silence.
“Vade, before they catch you.” He said.
“Gratias tibi.” She said. The elation was clear on her face but her voice was barely above a strained whisper. She took off for the stairs without a backward glance…. maybe that was her first mistake. She stumbled on the top step her palms scraping a bloody line into the stone.

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Somewhere a few corridors down a man stood listening with his friends for her to get out into the garden.
“Already bleeding. jenjang, and I thought this one would be an actual sport.” He said to the others inhaling the scent of the girl’s blood in the air.
“Must we always play with our food? One of these days someone will actually escape and we will have to leave Italy the way we left Korea. How do you know she is bleeding? She just fell.” another replied boredly.

“Oh come on Youngbae-sshi it is just for fun. Besides, you know this one is Jiyong’s mauseu. He picked her.” The youngest of them piped in amused with the idea of a chase.
“Where is Jiyong anyway?” The first of the three spoke again moving hair out of his eyes so that he could look around. The one with the bored indifference just shrugged his shoulders while the other one laughed.
“Jiyong is probably about to scare the food half to death any minute now. They are always amusing like this. I thing I enjoy watching the hope die in their eyes the most. Also Daesung-sshi you should really get your hair cut. How can you hunt if you can’t see? ” The young one asked still laughing until he got a piece of stone thrown at him.
“I can smell and hear really well.” Daesung said in a matter of fact tone seeming to get offended by what the other one had said.
“She’s in the maze.” Youngbae sighed sliding off his chair with a lithe movement.
“Let the game begin.” They heard Seunghyun’s voice from down in the dungeon where he’d been waiting for her to get out. Jiyong remained silent though already moving after the girl at a comfortable pace and reveling in the sound of her bare feet slapping the ground and the fear ridden pants on her breath. He knew exactly when her hair got caught on a limb, exactly when her dress wrapped around her feet and even the moment that it was more than just her hands seeping blood into her surroundings. It was beautiful. Immortality and the knowledge that he controlled what happened next and he loved every second of it.

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The maze was hard enough to navigate but when she saw the shadow of someone following her panic set in and she began running with reckless abandon letting the fear guide her movement and as luck would have it in this case leading her to a dead end.
“How unfortunate. You seem to have made a wrong turn.” The deep voice came from behind her and she whipped around in a quick movement.

“But you opened the door. Quid vultis?“ The realization hit her like a lead weight and she felt sick covering her mouth in shock. He mocked her movements gloved hands covering his own mouth. When he shifted to let her by she ran past him dress getting caught on a branch and causing her to fall again but when she looked back he was gone. She ran down the path reaching the woods on the other side but didn’t stop there her bare feet crunching on leaves and getting cut on the rocks beneath her feet. She heard someone singing a song in one of the eastern languages and her blood ran cold at the realization she was out numbered. She was headed up a hill when she heard someone call out to her.
“Carina don’t run like that you will fall.” Another eastern lilt and this one called her name echoing around her so that she couldn’t tell where it was coming from. She ran faster pushing herself to get up the hill, positive that she would be safe if she could just make it past that ridge. She saw another man dressed like an aristocrat leaned up against a tree but in a blink he was gone. she kept running until she came across a small house. hidden in the brush with a light on in the window. She banged on the door and a man with a young face and Asian features answered the door.
“Are… you.. alright?” He asked sounding like he was struggling to remember the words but had a concerned look on his face.

“You have to help me…. there are these men out there…. they are trying to kill me.” She said having to stop between words to catch her breath and regain what little voice she had left. He nodded in understanding then looked behind her for a moment before looking at her again this time with a smile on his face revealing a wide smile with sharp teeth.
“Deus meus.“ She said and tears finally started to fall. Defeat replaced the fear and determination from before and she turned around to see a man behind her with pointed features and a wide grin on his face.
“I would have caught her Seungli-sshi.” Jiyong told his friend. They were speaking in their native language and Carina seemed more terrified by the added confusion.
“al-a. I wanted to see the hope leave her eyes. It is intriguing that the are all the same and yet so different.” He replied.
“This is true. How common. She is praying.” Jiyong commented looking at the girl clutched onto her rosary like it would provide the answers and spare her life.

“Iam vos can subsisto.“ He told her swapping easily from Korean to latin but she continued to pray and sob.
“nolite flere. illud me angit.“ Jiyong said his voice taking on a irritated edge which made his accent more prominent.
“Jiyong-sshi you are going about this all wrong. Here let me try.” Seungri said bending down in front of the girl. He reached a hand out and she flinched put he just gently wiped a tear away.

“Shhh.. everything will be fine. Just look at me alright? right here.” He said pointing to his face. His voice had taken on a musical tone to her. like that of the angels. He looked like an angel they both did. Maybe they were the fallen angels that the Bible spoke about the damned things that brought nothing but misfortune.
“Quaeso, nolite interficere.“ She pleaded with him. He just stroked her jaw in a soothing fashion.
“Don’t cry anymore. Everything will be alright.” He told her again.
“It will be alright.” she agreed relief on her face and let out a sigh. She hadn’t even finished that breath and blood was seeping out of her throat with shock playing across her face. Jiyong looked at his hands for a moment staring at the stark red color before smiling at his friend.
“How did you learn to do that? You have to teach me Dongsaeng.” He said excitedly grabbing at the younger one’s sleeve. When he acted like this coupled with his effeminate features you would think that he was the younger of the two.

“Aish. do you know how dirty that is? we have to get back to the villa and you want to make a mess. mmm. I forgot she had blood like this.” Seungri muttered licking blood off his lips from where it had splattered when Jiyong had clawed open her throat. Jiyong was drinking happily when the others finally caught up.
“Yah. you are always helping him. gongjeonghaji anh-a.” Youngbae complained pointing between the two of them.
“Mwo? I thought you didn’t want to play Hyung.” Jiyong said lifting his head away from the blood long enough to look at his old friend and grinning like it was his birthday. Seunghyun held a glass down where her vein was slowly pouring out and took a sip careful not to get himself or his clothes dirty.
“I don’t see how you do that. It gets cold that way.” Daesung said scrunching his nose at the oldest of them.

“It’s the only way that I can keep it off my clothes. You don’t mind getting dirty?” Seunghyun asked completely forgetting the others for Daesung like he was the most interesting toy in the room.
“Aniyo. they are just clothes. We can always get more.” Daesung told him.
“What are we going to do about that anyway. it is almost light and you know people are in these woods everyday. We can’t get her hidden and get back without being spotted. Some of us are a little less likely to go unnoticed this morning.” Daesung asked taking his focus from Seunghyun to the others and gesturing to the corpse of the girl that Jiyong had tossed aside like a broken doll.
“I will get it out of here. I am the least likely to be seen because of my ability. Jiyong and Seungli get back to the villa before sunrise and get cleaned up. You two watch them.” Youngbae said throwing the drained corpse over his shoulder and heading out the door. As soon as he was outside he disappeared his form replaced by a quiet view of the woods outside. The only indication that he was even out there was that the animals had grown silent. Knowing a predator when they sensed one and just like that their game was over once again.

Notes

The concept came from the video for She's gone by G-Dragon the other inspiration came from different things that I kept seeing like Seungri’s outfit for Strong Baby during the last night of the made tour, TOP’s character in Monster mv and wardrobe in Fantastic Baby mv and Taeyang’s I'll be there. It may be god awful but here goes nothing. Also I apologize in advance for any historical inaccuracy this is just for fun and I didn’t bother with the historical aspects other than to remember in that time period Latin was a prominent language in Europe for the rich/ scholarly type.