Creak!

 

Panng!!

 

"It's.."

 

Not in time for the other party to call his friends to the bedroom in the penthouse of the owner of Jonoèl. The red eyes cast the power to dominate the mind—Hunter, who is not polite and unconscious.

 

"You wait here."

"Don't go anywhere"

 

"Yes"

 

He turned to the person who was still confused and told them he had returned to the present world. The noise from outside indicated that many more people were coming in, along with the body odour Ramil remembered as belonging to one of the Solay bloodlines. It seemed that Methus was guarding, dragging the hunter's slender claws on the floor of the room. Strong feet pushed to the door, clashed with the other wall, calling for attention before he threw Hunter's unconscious body in his hands at his people and relying on the stoful, using the power of insight to control the situation that seemed to end easily.

 

The tall body, stepping close to the eyes of the survivors to the top floor of Jonoèl, persuades the state of mind that is ready to kill him of the Hunters. Leave the anger, needs and plans. Gradually leave the real world for the world of sleep.

 

"Sir"

"What about downstairs?"

 

"Ciar is handling it."

 

The king of Jonoèl is about to use the speed power to control the situation below. However, in front of the door of the penthouse, the bodies of the two vampires he had given birth to appeared. Ciar supported the injured body of the little bloodline alone. Methus rushed to help before bringing Mekhin, who was not very good at staying on the sofa.

 

"I have already arranged the bottom. Our brothers and sisters have dispersed. It's all over."

Solay's bloodline, whose name is Sat, said that the eyes could not take away from the person he considered his younger brother. Ramil did not delay long. He used the power of recovery with the last bloodline to treat the terrible symptoms and alleviate them. But no matter how much power Ramil used, Mekhin would not regain consciousness soon.

 

"This guy is busy helping them."

 

“”

"I should kill all those dirty people."

 

"Let Mekhin rest you to deal with these Hunters." Solay bloodline bowed his head in respect for the master. Before dealing with the unconscious body of the human that may fight with them from the top layer of Jonoèl, while Ramil cropped his bloodline, leading the unconscious person to the bedroom, where someone else was waiting for them.

 

"Mr Mekhin?"

"Yes, what's wrong with Khun Mekhin?"

 

"I've treated him; he'll get better soon."

"This kid just hasn't woken up yet."

 

Because Mekhin has always been good with him, Pann is worried about what will happen to the other person. The owner of the beautiful pair of hands moved the blanket to cover the body that was still there before turning to ask about the master of all vampires.

 

"How are you?"

"It's done, you go to rest."

 

"I haven't..."

"Doesn't it still hurt?"

 

"During this period, you and I may need to use the other bedroom first."

"Yes"

 

"Now I'll have to let Mekhin rest."

 

The light brown eyes turned to look at the well-proportioned body on the bed. If the other person regained consciousness, he would come in and see again. It would not be too late. The smaller person nodded in response to the other party's words before they both walked out of the bedroom to the common area of the penthouse, where Ciar and Methus, who had arranged everything according to the master's orders, were waiting. 

 

Pann bowed his head to the other party, both thanking and apologising for causing Jonoèl to mess with his former friends. But Pann's apology may not convey a crow that turns black eyes into red until the birth has to stand in the middle.

 

"You probably forgot to eliminate another Hunter, please."

"DR"

 

"Then I'll take care of it."

"!!!"

 

The well-proportioned body under the black clothes disintegrated into dozens of black crows. It soared above the penthouse ceiling before rushing down to the person who was hiding behind the master. Methus helped Pokpong Pann from the other side, but the king of Jonoèl was faster than everything, including his bloodline, and was unconscious from anger. A thick hand grabbed the wings of the cron, which resulted in Ciar having to unite his body as before.

 

"More!!"

"Ciar!"

 

Ramil released his hand from the heir of his bloodline. The red eyes returned to black, but could not hide the anger and regret that the master chose to punish the group of hunters who injured the immortal race.

 

"For more than a hundred years, I have been faithful to you."

..."

 

"Be a loyal companion"

"It's not enough for you to trust me more than a human who is looking to kill."

 

"I've never trusted you less than anyone else, Ciar, but Pann is not involved with Hunter already."

 

"But these killing groups happened because of it!"

"You are raising your voice with Mr Ciar."

Methus saw the bad posture and quickly stopped insulting the master of the person who seemed difficult to return. Ciar stood staring at his face and clenched his hands tightly.

 

"Methus stops"

"Well, good."

 

"Let's Pokpong it."

"

 

"Then I wish you and my brothers a happy dream that one day, they will be good relatives with the dirty hunters." Ciar broke down again. This time, the black crow didn't think to hurt. The black group flew back to the exit. Through the large window, the destination walked into the night sky.

 

"I will follow him."

"Please leave it to me, Methus."

 

Methus nodded before using his power to move out of the penthouse. A group of crows that flew out of the window to a place where no one could foresee the cause of the conflict stood still, with a sweet face looking down at their toes. He felt that every word was good because, in fact, it shouldn't be Dr with bruises who had to leave this room.

 

"Because of me"

"Don't blame yourself"

 

"Ta..."

"Ciar is impatient; give him some time."

 

The person who was like the one who gave birth to the black crow comforted him to heal himself, but Pann knew that Ciar was right. The hunting group was born because of him and two dear friends. If that day, we had all used our brains to reflect rather than harbour resentment, this kind of incident would not have happened.

 

"I..."

 

"Stop thinking that your past makes you blame yourself."

"But I can't forget what I've done with your race."

 

"But you won't do the same."

". ..."

 

"I believe in you"

"In that case, I want you to be confident in yourself as well."

 

Light brown eyes meet the higher body before pressing the face down with the strong chest. Two hands embrace the other person as if the other person is hugging him. Ramil pressed his lips on the soft hair. Attach his face to the other person's head. Soothe the person in the embrace, helping them relax from the stress that makes the owner of the small body shed tears.

 

Meanwhile, dozens of hunters are in the basement of the house under the entertainment venue, which is closed today because the owner is dissatisfied with the failed plan. Thick hands throw weapons on the floor of the room. The leader of the hunter group is so out of control that Paul has to lock himself up to stop himself from venting his emotions by destroying his belongings.

 

"Calm down"

"What do you want me to calm down? Let go!"

 

Jett flicked himself out of the control of the twins. The body collapsed and sat in the chair. He was inspired by everything that made the killing go wrong as planned. Elies stood next to the inventor twins, worried about the incident. The only girl in the group stood holding her temple, unable to think of both the plan and her two best friends who had to fight.

 

"Elise, do you remember that Pann used to talk about the power of intuition?"

"Well, the power to control the mind."

 

"Paul Caster, there must be a way to make this power unusable."

"

 

"There must be a limit"

"I'll try to study it."

 

"Fast at..."

 

Tap

 

The conversation ended when the uninvited person opened the basement door. The sweet face stood at the door when he found that there were more people in the large room than he had thought.

 

"Uh....

 

"...

"I'm here to find P'Pann."

 

All day long, time to deal with the problem of the foster parents who decided not to move to study as planned at home. Lately, the owner has been working part-time every night to save as much money as possible so he will not be a burden to anyone. He thanked Bupkari for raising him to understand and respect. Neither of them forced him to go abroad with them. It also issued various expenses and allowed him to live in the house as before.

 

The story at home is done, but the lingering one is the story of Pokpong, the brother who has been anxious all day. After many days, I haven't found him. His brother and strangers who came to live together in the house waited until the end of the call that didn't answer; they still didn't get it later.

 

Because they have been separated since childhood, Pokpong doesn't know much about his brother. He only knows what Pann wants to know. And one thing he knows is his brother. There is a close friend who owns a pub.

 

He walked up and down the house as if he were playing. Come out to sit and wait for another person on the good sofa in front of the store that can't be sold. Until it was almost past sunset, Pann still didn't come back. Disappeared without notice, like last time.

 

"Sigh"

"Where the hell did he go?"

 

A sigh sounded, a small body moving tired from laziness, before stopping when the light brown eyes looked like those of one. The brother caught a glimpse of the basement storage room door, which he often likes to disappear into for a long time.

 

Pokpong picked up the same key as the ancient key hanging next to Pan's desk. Curiosity prompted the other person to choose to hold the Visasa shop room open, allowing him to enter a room he had never visited.

Follow the path down the stairs, fewer than 20 steps, but because there is no light, he has to be extra careful. He slowly climbs down to the bottom. Use your hand to press the light switch on the wall before the neon lights up, revealing the secret in the room under the stairs, where the younger one is hit. Prohibited from the pretext that the elder will get sick because of too much dust, but in front of him is a clean wooden floor. Arrange things in an orderly manner. 

 

The long shelves take up the entire bottom area of the house. Inside the wall is a large desk that holds paper and decorative books for Pokpong. Walk through the antiques along the entrance to the pictures pasted on the wall.

 

..."

"Hmm?"

 

Slender, beautiful eyebrows furrowed towards each other. White hands picked up the strange-looking document. He didn't understand the letters before him. But when flipped over, the back showed the drawing of a pencil in the shape of a blood-drop pendant. Pokpong looked at it and put it in the same place before slowly sweeping the paper on the table that blocked the picture out of the way, causing him to raise his hand to cover his mouth. I almost vomited because of the images of dozens of corpses with the same death characteristics.

 

The eyes are frozen, the body is pale and wet with blood around the neck.

 

"What is it?"

"Vampire?"

 

The more he searched, the more he realised that the answer was one that no one had explained further. The story of the immortal race, which was thought to be only in children's stories, was told to Pokpong. But there was a real existence in the world that Pann hid from him. The small body collapsed and sat on a chair. Slowly chased to investigate messages, photos, and various evidence that made his heart beat faster.

 

"And like this, Pann?"

"Wait a minute."

 

Pokpong took a small photo. He looked at the faces of dozens of people. In the middle, a brother was standing with two other friends who remembered that one of them was the owner of that entertainment place. Slender fingers flipped the back that appeared 6 English letters. "HUNTER?"

 

The younger brother thinks this room will not have enough answers to find anything beyond a patchwork of images and messages. The small body stood up and took himself out of the house. The destination is Orion, where he thought there was a good enough answer for him.

 

The bus parked near the alley is full of shops that often close during the day and reopen at night. He stopped in front of a closed store while other shops began to prepare for the front, anticipating customers who would come out at night.

 

The white hand pushed the closed door. The small body walked along the way, looking for someone who could tell him how to deal with his brother's situation now. Pokpong is walking around the shop, with only some of the lights on. He didn't meet anyone and decided to go back to settle down. But the silence made a loud noise come from somewhere. That way, there must be someone, he thought...

 

The toes hit the floor along the corridor, along with the sound. The closer you get, the more you know that it's more than the sound of scattered belongings. The way down the stairs next to the VIP room is a path that leads him into the true story he intends to face, seeking answers to questions I don't know how to ask myself.

 

Tap

 

The conversation that sounded from inside stopped in the middle of the bar immediately when he hit his knuckles against the door. There was no permission sound, but the Pokpong pushed it open. The sweet face was in front of the door when he found that there were more people in the large room than he had thought.

 

"Uh..."

"..."

 

"I'm here to find P'Pann."

 

"Pokpong?"

"Yes"

 

The woman standing in the innermost part was the first to say hello. The sweet face relieved the nervousness that at least there was someone she knew here. She walked from the far corner of the room to him in front of the door. Slender hands grabbed the elbows and pulled the body to follow in the room full of dozens of people.

 

"Everyone,  Pokpong"

"It's Pann's younger brother."

 

The welcome sound was louder when the other person introduced himself. He didn't have time to see the many people here with disgruntled looks. Especially with the person sitting at the head of the table who is now walking to welcome the visitor..

 

"..."

"My name is Jett."

 

"Yes"

"Are you looking for Pann too?"

 

"Same?" The person who came to introduce himself made a dilemma face. It's like I don't want to explain.

 

"Is"

"We are also looking for Pann. He is in danger."

"What is the danger?"

 

"So-called vampires, right?"

"Do you know?"

 

"It means that you are Hunters."

 

The person opposite was silent for a moment, with a shocked expression that could hardly be seen, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by a worried face as before.

 

"Yes, Pann, and we are hunters who are a hunting vampire group."

"And now Pann is gone with a vampire."

 

He was able to guess in his mind who the vampire was immediately. The younger brother observed his brother's friend's tactics. The interlocutor's black eyes reflected concern. The already worried mind made it even more worried.

 

"How can I help P'Pann?"

"We are trying to help Pann."

 

"..."

 

"But I don't want you to interfere with this. It's too dangerous."

"I want to help P'Pann."

 

"I left my brother alone."

"Let me help P'Pann."

 

Pokpong requested sincerely; he wants his only brother back. He let go of Elise, who supported Jett's arm. Sweet face is not good because if rejected, I don't know where to start.

 

"Yes"

"We are fighting the immortals, the strongest race."

 

"Yes, I know."

"If you want to help Pann, you have to join the Hunter group."

 

Slender fingers put the spoon on an empty plate. Pick up a glass of clean water and drink until it drips. Finally, the Napkin on his lap was picked up to wipe his lips. Dr Mekhin raised his hand.

 

Thanks to the person who took care of him for several days until his condition improved, even though he still had some pain on the side of his body when he had to move a lot.

 

Solay's bloodline lived on the bed for almost 1 week with Pann and Methus to help. Even though he was distracted by fear of creating chaos, Pann wanted to take this opportunity to apologise wholeheartedly to the other person for what his former friends had done.

 

"Thank you very much, Pann."

"Do you want anything else?"

 

"It's okay."

 

Pann collapsed and sat down on the chair next to the person on the bed. Light brown eyes looked at the wound that appeared normal on the outside. But the other person still showed pain when moving.

 

"I'm sorry."

"Are you sorry for me?"

 

"That hurt you"

 

Pann can't stop thinking that this is not his business. The wounds that occur, whether inflicted by Mekhin or any vampire, are caused by resentment initiated by him, Elise, and Jett. Even today, stop the resentment and separate from the group of friends, becoming a traitor in their eyes. But Pann still keeps the guilt of carrying it on his shoulders.

 

"You don't have to feel guilty about anything."

• ..."

 

"My wound, you are not the one who hurt me."

"But all Hunters used to be my followers."

 

"But I've never felt the malice coming out of my body. Even before or now."

"I never felt like Pann was a hunter."

 

"I..."

"You are an important person of your master."

 

"So, he is also an important person of Solay."

 

Mekhin still has a smile on his face every time, even if it's him who is sad about what he has done. The more the other person repeats, the more he wants to correct the fault, a deep wound in his mind, to heal. However, it leaves a scar as a stigma that he once tried to kill the person in his heart rather than trusting himself.

 

"I... Don't bother with your rest time anymore."

"If there's anything, you can always call me. I still don't want you to move too much."

 

"Yes, Pann"

 

He lifted the food tray and walked with Methus, who came to see the other person's symptoms. Separated to the kitchen quietly, not disturbing the leader Jonoèl, who had disappeared from the penthouse for several days to manage the affairs of his race that were scattered everywhere.

 

Pann returned to this penthouse without contacting anyone else because he could not find a reason or explain the story clearly, especially to his younger brother. And another reason is that he wants his only brother to leave this place to study, as the foster family wants. So the body is small, so it's good to spend time here to be apart. Pokpong and choose the path that you should walk.

Meanwhile, Methus waits for Pann to finish his business with Solay's bloodline, who is recovering from his injury. He has an important matter to clear up—the relationship between Kang Solay, the middleman who has been missing from Jonoèl for weeks.

 

"Did you get the good news?"

"Not yet, but I can guess where he's hiding."

 

Methus nodded in agreement, sitting down on the same chair that the other had just gotten up from before starting a conversation about the ambiguous situation between the brother and Ciar.

 

"You don't have to worry, I'll talk to Ciar myself."

"Get well before you go"

 

"I'm well. Besides, if you leave it longer, Ciar will be better."

".."

 

"In a while, I will go out with him. You don't have to worry." For a while, the meaning of Methus and the meaning of Mekhin will not be the same because only Methus went out to consult with the master not long ago. On the bed of the master bedroom in the penthouse lies a space, devoid of the body of the person who still doesn't look good in the eyes.

 

Mekhin travels using public transportation. He is used to living in harmony with humans as much as possible and forcing himself to use his strength when his body is not full. It can make the condition worse. Long legs walk along the corridor. Familiar with the mysterious place, which is hidden in the heart of this city, many times, because it is the office of the Solay bloodline.

 

"Ugh!"

"Ah!!!!"

 

Slender eyebrows furrowed. Change the ghost's foot to be faster than the voice that sounded from inside, allowing it to jump through the broken wood that was in the way. The belongings that were broken when the Hunter broke the frame earlier have not been cleaned up. Soon, I found the answer that the roar that resonates in this office is the sound of everyone.

 

Even though I don't want to use the power right now, Mekhin can't really bear to see what's happening in front of him continue. Dozens of vampires, whether standing on the ground or perched on the beam above, are having fun with the unlucky human body. Immortal bloodline uses its power to torture the body, but he is good at leaving sharp claws and sharp fangs all over the body, with Ciar sitting there laughing coldly.

 

"Stop now!"

"Oh, the doctor came at the right time."

 

Mekhin took an almost unconscious body into his arms. He crouched down to force himself to use his healing power on another nearly exhausted person, so that they would at least be conscious enough to escape this place safely.

 

"We're having fun. You're really annoying."

"Why are you doing this, Ciar?"

 

"We're training to fight the hunters, aren't we?"

"Yes, haha."

 

The response was loud as if it were a joke. The owner of the power of recovery saw that the posture was not good. So, I'll not remove any words as a reason.

 

"Do you have something to do with me, Mekhin?"

"Wait for you to wake up, and then we'll talk."

 

"I have to wait for you to be conscious, and then we can talk."

"..."

 

"A stupid man fooled me until I almost died."

"Ciar"

 

"Soon it will rely on trust to kill you."

"Stop looking at everyone in a pessimistic way."

 

"Mr More than stop looking at everyone as friendly." The Ciar in front of him wasn't the Ciar he used to know. Some aura from the black crow said that he was forgetting the promise made to the master. The mind that used to force himself to stop the killing is now ready to take action.

 

"You won't join me, I don't care."

"!

 

"But don't get in the way."

 

The well-proportioned owner in a black dress got up from the chair in the middle of the office and stepped to stop in front of him. The person in his arms began to breathe regularly. The crow's head crouched down and sat on his knees to the side before moving his head closer. Lips attached to the earlobe as if to let only two people hear this.

 

...."

"I'm going to warn you about something, doctor." 

 

"That kid at the convenience store."

"Be careful"

 

Methus met someone in the private room of a regular restaurant who often came out to spend time with business partners other than the Jonoèl Hotel. Soon, the closed door was opened by the person waiting for Methus to stand up straight to honour the girl; he had lost his manners without telling in advance.

 

"Thank you for your time, Ms Elise."

"You're welcome. I have something I want to talk to you about."

 

The only girl of the Hunter leader sat down opposite him, even though the food was lined up in front of her. But like today, both of them are delaying the start, mentioning their needs.

 

"I will be honest that today Jonoèl wants to negotiate. Truce, sir."

"'

 

"We are not heretical vampires like Hunter branded, so I want you to consider how to end this war."

 

"Looks like we think the same because I came to see you because I want this stress to end."

 

"But it's just my idea. As for Jett..."

 

The owner of the long hair was silent after mentioning the other person's name. She knew immediately. Without guessing, Jett would be even angrier than before.

 

"I understand."

"Can we fix it at the beginning?"

 

"Mr Methus means go back and fix what vampires have done to us. Is it?"

 

Methus had never known the reason for the origin of the group of hunters before. In fact, Elise was a little surprised because he thought that Pann would have told the other person everything. However, judging from the suspicious eyes that would not close, the former founder would not mention the cause of resentment to anyone.

 

"Your race once killed our friend at the orphanage."

"On Christmas Eve, when we were going to bed"

 

"All of our brothers and sisters are gone. They eat the blood of children until they are dry."

 

"Only me, Jett Pann and Father Dragul survived."

 

"I'm sorry for what happened, and sorry for being rude to ask this question with you"

 

"But who is Father Dragul?"

"Pastor is the founder of the orphanage we lived in."

 

"Now he is still recovering."

"...."

 

"Helve yourself from the day we survived that day."

 

Methus was silent. He respected Elise, who clearly described the shocking incident. In the big, round eyes, there was still anger, but she spoke without hiding her resentment in her voice.

 

Methus apologised again after knowing who the father Elise was talking about was. He harboured many doubts, including about the tragedy. If it kills so many people, it should come to the ears. Or even the story of Father Dragul, the pastor who is still recovering from that day's incident: a fraction of the brain is upset but does not dare to decide it is true because it has not been proven.

 

He is thinking about a man who was exiled and disappeared from Green Moore, living a hidden, immortal life. A man who can gather vampires who love Solitude into a group to hunt and kill others. He is thinking about another Jonoèl bloodline with no signs of life for Decades…

 

He saw the quick back of the person who had just finished running errands in the room that Mekhin used to recuperate, and walked to the kitchen. Ramil spent several days meeting various vampire leaders, no matter how lonely they were. But there was still gathering together in the event of an incident that requires a partner in the situation. During this period, the owner of the body took care of Mekhin. Even though the Solay bloodline doctor wants to walk over and pick something up himself. But often hear Pann's prohibition behind every time.

 

Ramil put the tablet on the table. After almost a hundred years without living, he lags behind the so-called technology. Many strange 4-wheel-drive cars, including small items with huge features far beyond their size.

 

This is something that Methus gave me to use. But most of them use it to watch what they call a series on the strange-looking button Pann called it. It's an application. He learns through the screen like a small child.

 

Tall body under dark sweatpants, naked top from work. Step to the kitchen where Pann is busy arranging the plate of food that Mekhin has just finished using.

 

"What are you doing?"

"Mr Ramil, you shocked me!"

 

The thin body in front released the plate to hit the sink. Light brown eyes turned to blame him as he said that the leader of the Jonoèl Hall had seen that More was cute.

 

"Since when did you get scared?"

"Well, you come quietly."

 

Two hands wrapped around the waist of the person who turned his attention to wash the dishes. He put his chin on his shoulders, naked, with his favourite light grey sweater.

 

"Do you want to go out?"

"I'm still worried about Mekhin."

 

"Mekhin went out to find Ciar."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

 

"Huh"

 

Ramil heard footsteps from the bedroom to the door of the little Solai bloodline, who lived in the chaotic period, disappeared from the penthouse a few days ago. At the Last minute

 

"Don't worry."

"Then I want to go back to see the house."

 

"I'm going with you."

""

 

"I'm free for you all day"

 

The orange light covered a large cloud across various buildings at almost sunset. The park is not far from Pann's house, which is much calmer than in the capital—the distance of several kilometres, circling in a circle, meeting people. Running through occasionally, he and the owner of the body walked side by side, spending time before dusk, leaving the brain to relax.

 

"If you walk to the middle of the garden, it will be a fountain. There are flowers, very beautiful."

 

"Do you come here often?"

"Yes, when the shop closes, I will come for a walk."

 

Pann is still in the same winter clothes. Two small hands to escape the cold of the evening weather, tucked in the pocket.

 

"Why did you open an antique shop?"

"I like to collect. When I have more, I start to sell it."

 

"..."

 

"Some pieces are kept, so now there are more stored than sold." He believes that the other person said there are as many collectables sold. It's true because the old storage is in the basement. The room at the back also has many items that Pan took two days to remove.

 

"Some pieces are older than you."

"Some pieces are older than you, too."

 

"Are there any more than 500 years old?"

"Are you 500 years old?"

 

"I don't remember anymore."

 

Pann laughed at the insecure answer and the thoughtful look on his face. Sweet, stained with a smile on the cheeks that he has never had a chance to see.

 

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Isn't it funny? Who can't remember their age? You look like an old man."

 

"What do you think of me?"

 

The other person didn't reply, laughing even more. Pann half-running in front of him, avoiding his eyes, expecting to go the way where the pole from the electric lamp began to be turned on. Illuminate the night, still see the dance. He took a few steps, and he managed to put his arms on the shoulders.

 

"It's almost there. Are you bored?"

"Not bored"

 

The distance is not far, as the other person said. The sound of branches rubbing accompanies the sound of water drops falling. Because the wind that blows the other person's hair covers the eyes. Long fingers spread it away from the frame of the face, while Pann is happy like a child who has seen a fountain.

 

"I haven't been there for a long time."

 

"It still has a turtle doll in the water as usual." The owner of the light brown eyes is clinging to the edge of the fence. Tiptoe looks into the clear, deep water until he sees a group of ceramic dolls scattered across the bottom of the pond.

 

"I'm going to fall."

"I can swim"

 

"I'm just afraid that you won't feel well."

 

He wrapped his arms around the person's waist, who was still pointing, to tell the story of the ceramic doll, for fear that the other person would miss the position and go down to play in the water, which was not very deep but enough to soak the whole body.

 

A pair of beautiful hands dipped into the well. When raising his hand, the water drops splashed onto the person standing next to his tall body, moving away from the owner of the sweet face who smiled until his eyes were closed, forming the shape of a moon. Even though his arms were a little wet, the person who got wet quickly managed to use the end of the sweater to wipe the water drops away. Laugh now, Pann is in a better mood than ever.

 

"Are you afraid of water?"

"It's like you're looking at me as a dog."

 

"Huh"

 

"You're in a good mood because you teased me." He took the other person into his arms. Putting his lips on the hair.

 

"I'm in a good mood because I came to walk here." I can't help but tighten the hug of the person in a good mood if anyone comes to see it. Jonoèl's master in this state must have frowned.

 

"Did I make you not live your life?"

"I made you guys have to be hurt."

 

"I don't want you to think like that."

"And I used to....

 

"What has passed, I don't keep thinking about it."

"..."

 

"There must be a lot of worries in here." The slender fingertips touched the forehead of the person in the embrace, who was looking up to make eye contact. The sweet face was not good every time he mentioned the story from yesterday.

 

"Can you start over with me?"

"....

 

"Forget the story that makes you uncomfortable."

"

 

"Can you do it, Pann?" He put his face down to touch the same organ on the other person's forehead. Pleading eyes reflected in the dark eyes.

 

"Yes"

 

Pann avoids his eyes as he tightens his embrace, his chin on the hair, the smell of light flowers. The owner of the thin body, his face tilted to his left side, hides his cheeks, not daring to look up at each other's eyes. He still has no answer to his question. As for himself, he is not in a hurry to get an answer that may take time to think about.

 

Ramil swayed like a child, thinking deeply to ease his worries, while his mind searched for comforting words to help the other person let go of their concerns. But before saying anything, the answer, like soothing water, was said softly, as if intended to be heard only by the two people. The answer that made Ramil smile in the light of the moon above the horizon, like the light in his eyes.

 

"Yes"

"Let's start over together."

 

Pann spent a long time in the park with the owner of immortal life. Since the sun had not yet set, the moon alternated to work instead of the body, Pann did not feel tired at all, even though it took many kilometres to walk back and forth. He talked to the person next to him the whole time. Exchange various stories, both general and secrets that each kept hidden.

 

The last Jonoèl has no greater secret than the fact that he is a pure-blood vampire. As for him, there is a secret hidden in the basement of the house. Keep it as deep as he is, the only one who can find it. The white body shrinks down and uses his hand to open the bottom drawer of the desk in the basement. Ramil has been here before, but has never been to this secret workplace. But today, this secret will be unknown only to him.

 

Two hands handed a small wooden box to the person standing behind. Ramil swept his eyes around the room without thinking of touching anything. He just used his eyes to look at the photo document on the table. Before the black eyes of the night left in front of him, he had to pay attention. More important in the hands of the owner of the room

 

There is no explanation from the giver, and the recipient has no questions. The king of all vampires looks at the pendant in the shape of many red blood drops in a wooden box. It is a symbol of the Jonoèl bloodline; only those born into that bloodline can own it.

 

"I..."

 

"I'm sorry."

"Don't cry"

 

He couldn't stop the tears from dripping. The resentment overshadowed everything until his ears and eyes were blurred at that time, making him ready to kill vampires that were not just Jonoèl. These two hands had been embroidered with a silver knife countless times. Travel to kill the immortal race with the feelings of the leader and duty, without being prepared that one day you will have to feel guilty until you almost want to punish yourself with that silver knife, as well as for the time you did it to others.

 

The back of his hand wiped the tears that stained his cheeks because of the curtain of water until he couldn't see how Ramil looked. But comforting words with hugs were given to him, like everywhere.

 

"Didn't you promise me that we'll start over?"

"Ta, but I"

 

"My bloodline will forgive"

"When you forgive what Jonoèl did as well"

 

"Can you free them with your unexpected heart?"

"Yes, yes."

 

"So tonight we will have a ceremony to set my brothers free."

"I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sorry, I..."

 

"I..."

"You feel guilty enough, Pann."

 

Leaving the embrace, Pann looked at Ramil, who placed the red blood drop pendant on the table where the pile of paper was stored. The sacred clan symbols were placed in almost 10 pieces. The soul of the person who resented him was still in it, never disintegrating if the pendant was still there.

 

The last Jonoèl raised his hand to hold his pendant. The chant from Ramil's mouth negated the belief that vampires feared religion. Red light passes through the fingers just like it does on the table, now weaving the same colour.

 

"He is the Creator and Redeemer."

"From those who have faith and no...."

 

"...."

"Let the souls of the deceased be forgiven all sins."

 

..."

 

"And lead the soul of Jonoèl back to where he should be." The end of the voice of the current king of the immortal bloodline. The pendant on the wooden table in the middle of the room disappeared, leaving no trace as a seal in his mind, back to the place where it should be returned, such as the owner of the tall body.

 

"......"

"Their minds will return to Green Moore."

 

"

"Go where they came from."

 

The slender fingertips spread away the tears that were still stained with clear cheeks. The owner of the smile that is often seen took his hand and walked back to the shop floor. The light was only on because he didn't want the shop to be too bright. Pann knew that now the other person was trying to make him lose attention from what had just happened.

 

"Which one do you like the most?"

"Yes?"

 

"That you won't sell"

 

And it worked as the other person had intended. Pann forgot about it a moment ago. For a moment, I came back to thinking that there were hundreds of things in this store that he refused to sell because he didn't want to. Light brown eyes chased in all directions. It's hard when you have to choose only one piece.

 

"I think..."

"It must be this piece."

 

"Turntable?"

"Mr Ramil knows the record player, right?"

 

"I used to use"

Pann turned to mess with the crates of vinyl records, which were placed side by side. He has a sheet of music that, no matter what, will not be sold. The round black object was pulled from the cover of the singer's picture that screened the word 'Elvis Presley' and placed on the player. Before the classical music sounded

 

Wise men say only fools rush in.

 

"When this song comes out, Mr Ramil would still be sleeping."

"Have you been born yet?"

 

"Not yet, " he replied with a smile on his face. He spent the whole day with another person, solving the backlog and getting to know each other in new ways. Pann felt like a strong wound was being healed, even though it left a big scar; it didn't make it feel as painful as before.

 

He hums his favourite song, matching the sound to the romantic atmosphere.

It happened between us until we didn't dare to turn our heads to look at each other.

 

....

"If I ask you for something"

 

"Yes?"

"Like honouring to dance with me?"

 

"But I can't dance."

"Hold my hand"

 

Pann should be blushing up to his ears when the Jonoèl bloodline lowered his head while sending his hand in front of him. Although brave and afraid, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. The other person went down his neck. He put his hand on the same organ. It was the same minute that Ramil held up and used the other side around his waist.

 

"Follow me"

"Oh, I stepped on your feet."

 

"Huh, it's okay."

 

Take my hand. Take my whole life too.

 

The toes that began to beat in rhythm followed the others slowly. While Ramil's two hands hugged and held, moving the stiff body that followed the melody for the first time, Pann did something like this, but he received praise from the person who led nonstop until he revealed a smile.

 

The song lasts a few minutes and plays endlessly. It had been open for a long time, but it was as if it had just been opened in Pann's feelings. Now he is in rhythm without having to look down at his toes, no matter how shy he is, but with the beautiful eyes that look.

 

The eyes of the night before me can't go anywhere. As if being spelt with an eternal love song, under the neon light in the shop, and the moonlight that passes through the window channel makes the atmosphere tonight more romantic than ever…

 

For I can't help, falling in love with you...

 

Pann's sweet dream night ended with a thin body in the arms of Jonoèl, the last person on the bed in his bedroom. He went to sleep and began to dream of past events, as he did every time. But this time, the image of the man under the black shadow who saved his life appeared as a blurry face, almost impossible to see. But Pann was very familiar with it and remembered a fraction of that face.

 

Because it's the face of Ramil Solay Jonoèl...