About 100 years ago, this kingdom was ruled by people of the same bloodline who killed each other to take over. The war took place without a leader. A large group of vampire rebels refused to accept their new masters. They were so angry that they performed an invitation ceremony. Lilith, the author of the curse, the first girl who was created according to the mysterious Bible. People dubbed her the mother of all demons, including the Vampire race.

 

The chants resounded throughout the main church in the sacred land. Lilith appeared in response to a fervent prayer, like a flame. She refused the desire of many demons who begged her to seal the heartless man. That way, the emerald green eyes cast a spell. The chant, which was like a curse, sealed Ramil Soley Jonoèl's body in an oil painting, but the last words were spoken before the ritual. And Ramil would be powerless to live as his rebellious brothers did. Lilith's little mercy emerged from light pink lips.

 

"When the drop of blood of the person you love touches the curse, the reservation will end."

 

On a king-size bed, he was caught with a body that had fainted because of the incident a few hours ago. Ramil sat and looked at the owner's clear cheeks, leaning against the bed's pillow, without taking his eyes off them. He did not deny the feeling that he felt the life that had not been touched for hundreds of years. But still couldn't answer himself clearly why. The owner of the thin body in front of him was the reason to come back, as if there was a heart again.

 

He doesn't want to leave Pann alone. Even though this place is the safest penthouse for pure-blooded vampires, no one will dare to come in and cause a headache or follow to hurt him. Still, he wants to ensure that when the owner of the thin body is conscious, he will meet him to hear the explanation of the first story.

 

Knock

Gra...

 

The knock on the door sounded before it was opened by the skill of a servant named Sat, a member of the Solay bloodline, who gave birth to Methus. He bowed his head and refused to move out of the way until he nodded in response to the other person's loyalty.

 

"Sir, please"

"Hmm"

 

"I feel guilty for being sceptical but..."

"He saved me."

 

"The drop of his blood frees me from the curse of imprisonment."

"It means that..."

 

Before finishing the sentence from Methus, the boy who was the subject of the conversation moved to prepare to get out of sleep. The clear eyelids flickered frequently, adjusting focus to the light that was open in the room—slowly revealing the body hidden under a large blanket —as he supported himself, sitting straight against the back of the bed.

 

Unconsciousness that has not returned to 100% causes the person to blink their eyes to look around, stop at Methus, and open their eyes wide when the brain, which was sleeping for a moment, can recall the previous event.

 

"Sis, sir"

"'Pann"

 

"... Yes"

 

Before his little boy could make a sound, it seemed that he had to choke. It was in his throat for a long time. Methus walked to the bedside table. Carefully poured water into a clear glass and handed it to another person who clearly did not trust.

 

"I didn't put anything in it."

 

The recipient of the glass of water supports it with both hands before slowly putting his lips on the edge of the clear glass. Pour the water through the lips slowly until the glass is full. Even though there is still distrust, I would feel too thirsty, so I will let my throat dry.

 

"Is there anything you want to ask?"

 

"So, do you have anything you want to tell me?" He doesn't know how many people in this era can sense the secret or the existence of races other than themselves. If you explain to people who don't know anything about humans like him, it won't be possible to understand at once. And if you ask many questions, it may take longer.

 

He didn't let Methus explain because he saw that the faithful followers would still be. There is a doubt in another person.

"I'm a vampire"

".."

 

"It's something you have to decide for yourself whether to believe it or not."

"Vampire?"

 

"The strange thing that happened to you is related to my curse, received a hundred years ago."

 

"..."

"Intentionally or not, but you are the one who freed me."

 

Pann would be able to understand that what he had encountered in the past few days was beyond the reality of the human world; however, even though his mouth confirmed it. The clear eyes still did not dispel the confusion and seemed to deepen the misunderstanding.

 

"We have been with you for a long time. Just never reveal your identity."

 

"But you're probably the lucky one," Methus said. Is this the lucky winner's prize? This story surpasses his expectations. Not being able to cope too much is fortunate.

 

If you can go back in time, Pann may refuse Jett's request and take the time to deal with the work in his own antique shop. Because he doesn't want to be the lucky one to release the curse of the person sitting still by the bed, he even seems to be tied up and punched to realise something that no one should have. Unless the two immortal races that are staring at him with one eye, it takes a long time to process. Both the incident before missing the balcony, but the body is missing because there is a huge number of owners of the pale body waiting to receive it in time. Or a confession that confirms that the other party is not a human, as he thought, but does not dare to ask. It would be difficult not to believe, and he does not want to make it more difficult, so he chose to accept with a reason beyond all imagination.

 

"You know what you shouldn't know."

"What do I know about you guys being vampires?"

 

"The story that you are the one who unseals your master"

"I won't tell anyone."

 

"We have no way for you to tell anyone."

"

"Our secret must be with us"

"What does it mean?"

 

He didn't quite understand. In fact, he was trying to understand what Ramil's servants wanted to convey. And he prayed that these bloodless humans wouldn't imprison it.

 

"...."

"You have to stay with us here, Pann."

 

"..."

 

"At least until the situations are resolved," but it seems that the answer from the master is not what he wants to hear. Two small hands holding a clear glass squeeze it tightly because they can't resist the pressure of silence after that sentence ends.

 

"Why?" he asked.

"...."

 

"Why do I have to stay?"

"If you know the secret, do you think my race will let you be free?"

 

"This place is safe for you."

"

"Methus and I will take care of you until everything gets better."

"So when will it get better?"

 

Similar to no response. The two grooms were silent for a moment. He was not sure because of the question; there was no answer. Or the answer would further lead him to discover what should not be known. But while saying that it was not necessary to answer the question, Methus's voice explained what had drawn him deeper into a situation that he didn't deserve to know anymore.

 

"Our race is being shaken by a group that is staring at the chase."

 

"Mr Ramil is the only pure blood left of Jonoèl. If they know, no matter who they are, you are not strong enough at this time. Everything is dangerous."

 

"Jonoèl has been waiting for your master's return for a long time. This time, after all of your power is restored. The greatest vampire will be established."

 

"Then everything will be over."

 

His brain really worked hard. The information was like a novel he had read as a child. If it were just a novel, it would be a fantasy that made him think of fun. But when it's true, the fear that forms the body, covering the mind, is distracted from imagining living to escape. Because he didn't think he had to reach this point, it's far beyond Pann's imagination. However, if he repents now, he may become a soulless body with this couple's skill.

 

The word "go to die, take the sword in front of him" seems to be the most appropriate for him now; the sound of breathing is louder, with a face that accepts the situation. How much will he understand? Now Pann is willing to become one of the co-fates, not daring to guess his own fate.

 

An unfamiliar chant sounded from the inside of the old building. With the sound of crows perched all over the area, he was followed by Ramil and his servant. The moon's reflection in the night was teased by the soft light of the torches adorning the corridor. No matter how old it appears, it remains elegant, as if it had come out of a fairy tale. A delicate scent of flowers fills the air. It makes the untrustworthy place indescribably fascinating.

 

"Ciar opened the office since the time his master was cursed."

"That person uses his transformation power to help investigate things."

 

The office was aware of their arrival. The door, which had been completely closed, was opened to welcome, even though no one had touched it. He, who had followed the two immortal bloodlines for almost 10 steps, tried to speed up. It would have been so slow that Ramil had to stop to wait to walk at the same time. The tall, airy body; his steps were shorter, probably because of the compassion of humans who were afraid of being left in the middle of the road, as had happened a moment ago, the closer he walked to the big door.

 

The sound of the crow's cry, the sound of wings hitting the air, grows louder and louder. The hand that had been released next to the other person automatically moved to grab the other person's shirt hem. The owner was a little, but did not pull his hand away in any way.

 

Ramil stopped in front of the door. Behind the couple was Methus, who muttered something before the hundreds of crows gathered together and flew into the garden. He almost collided with the three wooden doors. But instead of a group of black feathered birds going through the big door, it plunged to the marble floor before the body appeared. Another person kneeling on the cold ground

 

"Sir"

"Get up, DR"

 

According to Methus's words on the way, the person who created this place is Ciar Solay, one of the vampires born from Ramil's blood. The owner of the sharp eyes in front of him stood up first. The two Tamil-colored crows fly down the upper arm, waiting for it to be used as a place to stay. The pale face contrasts with the dark skin under the eyes in a completely black dress, smiling slightly.

 

"Besides you and Methus, do I have another special guest tonight?"

"This kid saved your master from the curse."

 

"Then I have to say thank you." The young man's face didn't convey a serious tone, as if he were joking about what he said. Thank you, which was just an irony from DR, began to make him act wrongly. This Ramil's bloodline is set with what he likes.

 

"What about Mekhin?"

 

"That doctor doesn't like travelling like vampires. Will he be fascinated? Stupid human traffic," Ciar replied to Methus. 

 

The feeling of hatred towards humans emits a smell. Both in words and unfriendly eyes. When mentioning another person who likes to live like a human, he did not turn around and mock him in the last sentence.

 

Ramil saw his entourage's bad attitude, so he held his hand, which had not been released from the hem, and walked into the living room in the centre. Offerings were placed all over the area.

 

He didn't dare to touch anything that was being served to the guests of another person, so he just sat and listened to the three grooms talking about suspicious things. Soon, a large wooden door opened to welcome the last person who arrived. The owner, Mekhin, seemed to live the most perfect human life of all.

 

"Welcome, sir."

"How are you, Mekhin?"

 

Ramil accepted Mekhin's greeting, which was completely different from DR's. The younger brother had a solemn posture. He looked at him and nodded in greeting before answering the master. He overheard the couple's conversation, in which Mekhin is now living as a senior medical student and using his power to help humans that Ciar had nicknamed the fools.

 

"Do you control your instincts?"

"Yes"

 

A kind smile appeared on the face of the option sitting in an empty chair next to him. He coughed with gentleness, unlike Ciar, who had not stopped sending his eyes like a bad person.

 

"Methus must have told me the reason why I want to meet you two."

"About power or request"

 

"And the thing is, I want you to go back to Jonoèl together."

 

"What do you think, Ciar?" Ramil asked the person sitting to his left. Ciar had an attitude. Before moving, he sat up straight and explained why he had still decided to live in this old building.

 

"I still want to stay here. Jonoèl may not be suitable for me. How much are you doing?"

 

"I'm still happy to help humans."

"..."

 

"I don't think about going back to Jonoèl yet." Ramil's discreet attitude makes it impossible to understand the true feeling of the face. Calmly respond to the vampire's reason, who is like the two brothers.

 

"Then I wouldn't force it."

 

The soft, deep voice is like a drop of water for the servants to relax when they are allowed to live outside the luxury hotel, which feels like a home away from home.

 

"But both of you, don't forget to prepare to give strength to your master."

 

"If there is the right time, I will hurry to contact you." The two immortal bloodlines who were sitting nodded to accept their duties at Methus.

Buried before tonight's prolonged meeting ends, he still travels back with Ramil and Methus. Dr, I don't think of walking, even though the distance from the building door to the front isn't very far. He startled again in the time of the broken identity, becoming a crow hovering to wait in front of the exit. While Mekhin, the most harmonious user of life, chooses to use the service, the shuttle bus that comes to park in front.

 

He reserved a seat in the back with Ramil, who took almost half the way. With the traffic, the silence was covered. Only the outside sound makes the atmosphere in the luxury car not too uncomfortable.

 

"Ciar and Mekhin used to be human like you."

"Yes?"

 

"Ciar, that poor child, was tempted to kill and worship the faith. The strangeness of humans is that blood will help to make you young."

 

"So how did he survive?"

"Fortunately, Methus found the child, but he almost died."

 

"I asked the soulless body if he wanted to come back to life."

"You bite him? Like I've seen it in a movie."

 

"It's a way to give him a new life in exchange for being immortal."

"What about Mr Mekhin?"

 

He doesn't let the conversation be interrupted. Keep any details that may be important in the future. When the other person is about to tell him about the past, Pann is ready to follow the line of the story that Ramil has set.

 

"What do you think is the most regrettable farewell?"

 

"I don't know. If it were a farewell, I would regret it." He sent the person sitting opposite a black look. He didn't speak. What's next before looking directly at the car seat in front with Methus?

 

"Mekhin was raised from the dead by me because of the duty of the unit. Military doctor"

 

"The child can hardly bear the wound poison, but still wants to travel back to say goodbye to his family."

"But you saved him in time."

"It's true"

 

..."

"But unfortunately, Mekhin hasn't learned how to spell the madness of Myself"

"Instead of saying goodbye, there is not even a goodbye."

 

"What does it mean?"

 

"The child doesn't feel what he's doing. When he comes to his senses, everything is over. It's gone."

 

"Including the lives of everyone in the family"

 

"Mekhin chose to still help people instead of feeling guilty. Keep it for a hundred years."

 

The pain under the warm eyes or even the eyes of hatred always has a reason. But he never considered the reason why the little heart ached until he wanted to cry. Pity formed, sending a sweet face to be sad until it was noticed.

 

The owner of the bloodline, who had revived the two young boys, sent hands to coordinate with him, who put it still on his lap. He did not know the pain of Ciar and Mekhin.

 

However many it is, Ramil must have known the pain of both of them and tried to help bear it so that those who are like the two brothers do not have to feel guilty or afraid of what they have encountered.

 

"Are you so sad?"

"I feel sorry for you"

 

"Who do you feel sorry for?"

"...."

 

"Ciar Mekhin"

"..."

 

"Or me?"

 

The lucky Mekhin returned to the hospital before the call from the personal phone rang. He quickly stepped off the bus and ran into the doctor's room, picked up his gown, and put it on. On the other hand, he held the phone to his ear and walked at a moderate pace, using force to bring himself to a stop at the surgery ward.

 

"Doctor, why are you late answering my phone?"

"It's here, sir."

 

The gentle eyes under the glasses made the nurses who tried to contact him for almost 10 minutes angry. Mekhin didn't delay the time. His head was spinning with a crushing shift, even though there was no famous brand of chicken in his mouth, not even a word from case 1 to case 2. The long night doesn't end easily. Even though he is a strong bloodline, Mekhin still feels tired.

 

The number of patients is uncertain throughout the night before the end of the Extern's hours, the young man who is loved by the ward. Surgery is almost in the morning. The owner of the body is high, with legs and a waist, and exhales through the mouth. To go back to sleep, I'm afraid that my head will not reach the pillow. I should be able to get up again. So I decided to bring myself to the convenience store, which is open 24 hours a day, near the hospital, where he likes to sit at the marble table in front of the store. Let your brain open with your favourite juice.

 

Gring!

 

"Hello, doctor, are you on duty today?"

"Good, almost morning, Pokpong"

 

He responded to the other person with a smile as always. Our intimacy developed because of the duty that often brought us together. When he had to work late at night, Pak Pong, who was about to enter his first year, spent his free time preparing to attend university and get a part-time job, as he didn't want to spend money from his adoptive parents.

 

The first time we met was not very memorable. He suddenly had symptoms almost because of the smell of blood from the accident that came at the same time. Dozens of people were forced to complete their duties. Before rushing to the convenience store near the hospital, I opened the wine and drank from the bottle. The disaster from alcohol made him almost lie on the cold floor in the convenience store. It's still good to take care of Pokpong and help him through that embarrassing day.

 

"I'll take it as grape juice as usual."

"Yes"

 

"Is the doctor off duty?"

"Not yet. I just took a break. I want to eat something sweet."

 

"Grape juice smoothie, add five pumps, is it sweet enough?"

"Huh"

 

Mekhin sucked the sweetness of grape juice into the body, harvesting freshness to fight the next hours before it was time to finish the shift by Pokponging the space at work, sitting and talking by the side. The story spread to the math problem that the little boy could not solve. They talked for almost 1 hour and solved three problems. The phone rang, calling him back to the hospital. Drag on until the end of the shift, a new morning when he would be able to sleep.

 

Meanwhile, Methus arrived at the gallery, bringing his work. A few days ago, he received a phone call from the curator, who said his oil painting had been damaged by someone who sneaked in while the gallery was closed.

 

He hasn't been here for a long time since the gallery owner took his painting to display. But on the first day, it still looked neat, obscuring the beauty, unlike today when the tall wood begins to take shape.

 

"Hello, Mr Methus"

"Hello, Ms Elise"

 

Methus greeted the female curator who was waiting at the entrance. She took a glass of water, and the service of the man who walked over to sit and wait to discuss the repair of the paintings.

 

'The Vampire of Greenmoore'

 

"The gallery sent Mr Methus's painting to the shop's technician. It hasn't been repaired. It may take a little time because of the glass fragments that fell on some pictures, too"

 

"Yes"

 

"During this period, the gallery is closed for renovation. However, it will soon reopen as usual. However, on the day the gallery opens again, can we invite Mr Methus to be honoured at the event?"

"If it's not attached to anything, I'm willing."

 

It's not the first time that Elise has tried to contact him. In fact, he already knew the details about the painting. There is no need for Elies to try to make an appointment. Methus felt the peculiarity of the girl in front of him, but there was no other evidence to suspect.

 

"Mr Mer...."

"!!!"

 

"I'll give it to you first."

"Da..."

 

Not in time to finish the conversation, the black vampires, who represented those born from Ramil's blood, flew above the gallery, Mekhing noise for him. The right-hand man quickly said goodbye to the curator. Avoid the area far away from the eyes of the people before using the power of speed to take himself to the building that Ciar used as the office, but it was slower than the master, who, now, even though he has not fully recovered his power. But the strength of pure blood vampires is still able to destroy dozens of hunters who sneaked into a place like Ciar's house, until they lie unconscious and attached to the cold ground.

 

"Ahhh"

Preeb!

 

Flames of red power around the body, Ramil burned the unwishers until he left his body to torture the ground. He did not let go of the time. Two pale white hands pecked on the hair of the people who tried to shoot the silver bullets to kill. However, the speed that had more than earned the group the name 'Hunter' gradually exhausted itself in fighting.

 

Ciar, who transformed into a crow, formed a group of black smoke to take over the enemy's body. The wind, like a storm, gradually broke the bones of the unfriendly body, just like the other side of the cloud, no matter how much he tried to get along with humans. In times of chaos, a talented doctor could not deny the hunter in him. Just a fingertip on his neck, another burying, he was ready to collapse. The chaotic situation was almost over. 

 

Methus, who arrived at the latest, did not wait to deal with the hunters who were still trying to stand up to pull the trigger at DR., and narrowly got out of his hand. However, he abandoned his carelessness and transformed into a crow to chase the human, who was smiling with an imaginative look.

 

"How many is it?"

"1"

 

"11 Hurry up, doctor."

 

The Solai bloodlines possess varying levels of strength and lightness, depending on each person's mood. But still keep the promise that is given to the master that he will not die—the howling echoes in all directions from the DR office. Black Crow pretends that the story before him is a competitive game. But Doctor Vampire only does so to defend himself. He frowns and pretends to blame Ciar. But he was also polished.

 

A hunter with nowhere to stop. Ramil is almost exhausted. His arms are strong against the walls of the building. Leaning on the situation, he takes his last power to clash with the previous Hunter. Everything is over...

 

Leaving only the belongings must be the magic of the scattered Ciar and the body that is so faint that I don't even die.

 

"Sir"

"It's okay"

 

Ramil stood up from the ground, waiting for the Solai bloodlines to finish the game.

 

The competition brought the tired body, no different from his, to the centre of the office. Ciar closed his eyes to suppress his anger over the loss that occurred. Something that had broken down on the ground, which he had been looking for to collect all his life. But everything happens; it can't be blamed on anyone's fault. But it's because he's the one who spied carelessly.

 

"I think it's time for you two"

". ..."

 

"I have to go back to Jonoèl."

 

How many times didn't I know that Pann was set up to defend the situation in front of him? He ran to take the ambulance box from the lobby floor when he saw the four Inhumans with wounds.

 

But when he opened the door and entered the room on the top floor of the hotel where he had been living for almost a week, he found that Dr Vampire was casting healing power. Until now, Ciar can walk back and forth again.

 

"How are you?"

"Just tired"

 

He collapsed next to the chair that Ramil used to retreat. Mekhin continued to transmit his healing power to the master. When he saw that the face of the person who was being treated began to improve, the owner of the gentle eyes let himself go to explore around Ciar, who still couldn't control his irritability again.

 

"What's going on?"

"Hunter"

 

"The Vampire Hunters" He swallowed hard down his throat, moving himself to stand up while the three vampires stopped together in front of Ramil.

 

"How did it happen, Ciar?"

"..."

 

"Why did Hunter break into the office?" Methus asked with suspicion. A good crow turned to the good crow who was about to start confessing. As for Mekhin, when he could guess the character of the person who was like a brother, he could only stand against the wall and listen to the excuse from the unknown.

 

"After the day you warned me to be careful of them."

"After that, those Hunters sneaked into my office."

 

"I let them hide before I follow them."

"Sigh, this is it."

 

“But the fact that I was caught was worth what I knew."

"What did you know?"

 

Ciar was silent, staring at a black crow with low eyes. Spend a quiet moment while everyone waits for an answer. Review what you have seen. The face is stained with frustration. After you give a summary, black eyes stare at the master.

 

"I see who their master is."

..."

"The Hunters"

"Do you know you, Methus?"

 

"Who?"

"The owner of the gallery that you led, The Vampire of Greenmoore, go and leave it."

 

He looked low, hiding suspicion because it was not only Methus who knew the owner of the gallery. Fortunately, from the corner where he stood, Ramil could not see the suspicious posture. But it may not be out of sight of the black crow's fault that it never left him for more than a second.

 

"Mr Jett?"

"Actually, there's not just the bosses of the sparrows."

 

"But I'm not sure."

"That's the other man who is standing and talking to it."

 

"Who is it?"