Night travellers move their bodies to the music, under the two colourful lights that illuminate everything, liberating their bodies and minds on the night of the Halloween celebration.

 

The tall, airy owner in a Count Dracula dress fell on a luxurious sofa on the VIP floor. Slender fingers hooked a glass of red liquid to the lips. The other hand rested on the bare waist outside the shirt of the unfortunate girl tonight.

 

The eyes with cunning move towards the sweet face before the thin lips touch the same organ of the almost unconscious person. The reddish liquid flows back from the person's mouth cavity to the little victim. Two small hands, almost helplessly raised around the neck, letting the body touch the sofa floor, allowing the stubborn person to induce as needed.

 

Thick hands touch all over the body. The tip of the nose leaves the clear cheeks, inhaling around the throat. The sweet body scent awakens the instinct of the race that relies on blood to nurture you—the desire to bury the sharp fangs that are kept. The tall owner closes his eyes to suppress his emotions. This place is too blatant to kill the life of the girl in front of him.

 

He lifted his head from the other's neck. He put his lips on her cheek before holding her body and standing at full height. Don't forget to stack the other person's thin body in a tight short dress into a hug. The booing sound from his friends didn't interest another pureblood of Jonoèl. Now he only wants the liquid that circulates in the other person's body.

 

The sound of leather shoes hitting the floor in a steady rhythm. Away from the entertainment venue through a completely dark way, like a different dimension. The owner of the blood drop pendant is not in a hurry to deal with his victim as much as he was at first. It slowly enters the old door of an abandoned building that is not far from the same place. A regular place that he often brings a little victim who is fascinated by the immortal face to have fun until he is satisfied.

 

"Ugh"

"..."

 

The sweet voice moans as if it is not satisfied that the body touches the old pile of wood at waist level. Opposite the other person, staring as if the little victim likes it.

 

Even though I regret that I didn't have time to use the body in front of me to my heart's desire, tomorrow he may have a victim that makes me want to possess more. Like that, the owner of the sharp fangs who didn't think to hide it anymore smirked.

 

"Ugh...."

"It's okay."

 

"

"Bear a little bit of pain."

 

He bent down near the little victim's earlobe. The black eyes turned red before the sharp teeth slowly landed on the neck.

 

The long, slender tongue, covered with blood. Thick hands pressed to cover the mouth that cried out because of the pain.

 

Humans are careless with the liquid. Anosa let the mind drift, pumping the thirst for energy from human blood until they no longer care that, at this time, their necessary dining room is not just two people as usual.

 

Panng!

"Ugh!"

 

The immortal body froze. The grey hair raised. Sharp red eyes widened before the whole body collapsed on the dirty floor. Just a few seconds, it disappeared as if it had never happened. Leaving only the family jewellery that indicates that the event in front of you really happened. With only one silver bullet that hit the strong head, the owner, who was hundreds of years old, disappeared as if he had never existed.

 

Jett lowered his hand to collect his killing weapon and tighten the inside of the suit. The three walked and stopped in front of the poor victim. The slender fingers of the only girl in the group moved closer to the tip of the nose. Her Breath is weak.

 

"It's still enough to help. Hurry up and take it back to the house."

 

"I'll take care of it. You can take a look around that dirty human. What did it leave behind?"

 

Elise followed Jett, carrying the almost lifeless girl's body back to stay at the place where hunters like them call House Hunters. The two leaders leave the tall owner alone. A pair of canvas shoes is good at stepping over the wood chips to the burning traces of Creature, and slender fingers slide to unlock the screen. Press to turn on the light to find whatever is left. The tall body shrinks when the flash hits some jewellery on the dirty floor.

 

"Sclecle"

"...'

 

Pan said to himself as he picked up a familiar red blood drop pendant and put it in a grey hood pocket before he brought himself back to the house.

 

"Did you find anything?"

"I can't find it."

 

Orion

 

A large club in the heart of the city, a place that opens after the sun leaves the horizon at night, should be asleep. But this place is still the centre of people who spend the night with various forms of alcohol.

 

The sound of high heels hitting the stairs' floor echoed down the path to the hidden basement. Elisee tightened her shoulder bag against her body. The sweet smile used to greet customers all the way down the underground stairs was hidden behind a serious face. Now he was too hot to say hello or stop by the favourite whiskey. The owner of the elegant body was called by a close friend, the commander of the hunters.

 

A message on the screen alerts them that a new weapon is coming to their house.

 

Elise stopped walking in front of the automatic scanner. The light green light shines from the screen, hitting the face with makeup. Before the screen appears, the letter 'Accept' is displayed; it is the same second that the big back door opens.

 

"How are you?"

"The twins told me to wait outside first."

 

Jett answered, but his eyes were still focused on Paul and Caster, Hunter's twin, the clever inventors. The two vampire hunter brothers joined a group with them because of the frustration that a dirty man had killed their family.

 

Behind the large glass partition, Paul and Caster are spinning their heads. With the management of small equipment, which is suitable for hiding to make it easier to get close to the monster, inside, almost every weapon that the Hunters use, even Jett's soulmate gun, was born from the idea of the two twins. As such, Jett and Elise are considered the two leaders of the Hunters.

 

"A gun?"

"Yes, but it's smaller than before and has more bullet power than before."

 

"How?"

 

"This time, it looks like the caster will add a piece of the sacred peg down. Go with me. If you don't have time to torture, your life will end."

 

Elise nodded to the information he had just received. Two hands raised to cross his arms to watch Paul, who was loading a small bullet into a portable gun that was just. One hand is hidden. The older twin with more fighting skills took less than a second to aim at the target before releasing the trigger. The bullet that came out of the barrel collided with the forehead of the unfortunate vampire body that Jett captured as an experimental machine.

 

Its body disintegrated in the blink of an eye. There are no clothes left to wear, and the power is more powerful than any weapon. This caused the big master of the Hunters to raise his hand in congratulations for the next step of the clever caster. The two twins raised their hands together in the air to celebrate their success, their weapons leading the way.

 

"Amborate, Caster Paul"

"Thank you, Ms Elise."

 

"How many bullets are there, Caster?"

 

"Enough to destroy the whole herd, please, Mr Jett." Laughter echoed in the basement laboratory.  Hunter leaders are satisfied with the number of vampire survivors they recruited to join the team voluntarily. This time, the victory will be theirs after sacrificing the survivors. Life goes to count in the clash at Ciar's office.

 

"It's true. I have something to tell you guys, too."

"Do you remember the damaged painting that Pann took to repair?"

 

"The Vampire of Greenmoore"

"Looks like the owner of the image has taken it back to Jonoèl."

 

"Methus?"

 

Elise nodded. She paused for a moment to decide whether to tell who it was. The leader of the painting went with Methus. But with the duty of the Hunter, he decided to tell Jett that it was someone close to them who was living in the nest of the herd leader.

 

"Pann is also there."

"Has the painting been unsealed?"

 

"I don't know either."

"I'll take care of it."

 

"Wait a minute"

 

Elise took the arm of the person who turned away because he wanted to know the secret that Jonoèl kept. The only female leader of the group does not trust Jett, who is unstable, to go in alone.

 

"I'll go by myself."

"..."

 

"I know how we can know the secret of Jonoèl."

 

He was contacted by the gallery's curator for the second time that week. Still, this time, Elise chose to come to Jonoèl to ask for a consultation about the painting, which he was unsure he had even known about, as he had travelled to Jonoèl with a repairman like Pann.

 

Methus looked at the girl in a short dress who entered the family hotel area from the 2nd-floor balcony. He waited for Elise to sit in the scheduled guest area. Choose not to invite another person to the office because he was upset about the action that seemed to be trying to get something from him.

 

He looked down at the watch face on his wrist for almost 10 minutes before it was time to make an appointment. Methus tightened his suit and surveyed the neatness before taking himself from the balcony on the 2nd floor of the hotel down to the lounge on the 1st floor.

 

Methus sneaks his head in, responding to the employees who stop paying respect to his tall, airy body with dignity, stopping in front of the table prepared to wait for the young curator. Elise straightened up before the couple sat down at the same time when Methus waved his hand for the other to relax.

 

The eyes always hide the meaning of the bouquet that the person in front of you is holding. Red roses cut with black paper.

 

"Thank you for taking the time for Elise. I hope this rose will be replaced. You can apologise."

 

"Thank you."

"Mr Methus..."

 

"I've already eaten. Suppose you want to eat before entering the story. It's okay."

"I can wait."

 

Methus raised his legs and crossed his arms, coordinating his hands on his lap, and placing his eyes on the girl who was starting to misbehave. Elise tried to keep her own suspicions to herself. But it didn't escape the other person's sharp eyes. Methus tilted his head slightly, leaving a friendly smile, but she looked funny in the slippery situation. Slender hands had to lift the glass of water to the lips.

 

"Is... Elise would like to consult about Mr Methus's painting at the way. The gallery sent it for repair."

 

"Yes"

"Elise doesn't know if Mr Methus knows that the painting is now in Jonoèl."

 

"I know," Methus replied with a smile. At this time, the girl in front of him stopped talking and got into a story that brought him to a place that could be dangerous to himself.

 

"Then why did Mr Methus hold Visasa to bring the painting back to Jonoèl? Without telling Elise first."

 

"In case Ms Elise forgets"

"...

 

"That painting is mine" Methus' slender fingertips swept over the edge of a tall glass filled with red wine. The mouthwash he selected matched the fine texture in front of him.

 

"Then in case Mr Methus forgets as well."

"...."

 

"That Mr Methus's painting is now in charge of our gallery."

"Elies, please."

 

A black napkin embroidered with gold stripes, serving as the hotel's logo, was picked up and wiped. Lips coated with bright red lipstick. The small body stood up and bowed her head to respect the hotel owner, who still couldn't take his eyes off her. Elise walked away with the answer for him to guess. But this is enough to make Methus clear in his mind that Elise is one of the vampire hunters named Hunter.

 

Methus Solay spent time sitting still in the hotel lounge he had tended for almost 100 years. He processed complex thoughts in his brain, weaving stories he had thought carefully about. But there is something outside the plan that cannot be easily eliminated. 

 

The hidden, sharp thorns began to reveal their identities slowly as if someone had awakened them to be aware of the creeping dangers. Hunters who had been calmed for decades this time started to mobilise groups to wake themselves up from the underground again.

 

I serve a loyal person like him, who has a lot to deal with. Pann himself came out of the ritual in the middle of the living room of the private penthouse of the last pure blood of Ramil, sitting in meditation on his favourite wooden sofa, where he often saw other people spending time with a book on it until the end of the day. While Ciar and Mekhin, two vampires of the same bloodline, sat on the next floor. A blue flame of light emerged from Mekhin's body, while DR remained completely black. Next to his body was Methus, who stood still watching the event from the beginning.

 

The tall body next to him performed the ritual that faced him, which was to pull the power that Ramil had left before he had to curse back, just like when he was pulled the first time, the time that made Pann have to hang out with a group of humans like them.

 

The sound of two black crows flying around the room called loudly when they saw their master make a face as if he were in pain from this power restoration. Ciar called his two minions, Skin and Moomin, two viks who loved the master as well as the three were loyal to Ramil. While Mekhin remained calm, the doctor did not have an irritated posture like the other person. The light eyelids under the glasses moved slightly. The tall and airy body was in a meditative position for almost an hour, unable to move as his master had.

 

The penthouse temperature is always below 20 degrees Celsius. Pann, who was born in early summer, is not used to it. Fortunately, he has a light brown sweater just like the one he is wearing. Methus is the one who manages almost all of his clothes. He probably thinks that the body is powerless and can't stand the cold weather. Therefore, he has long sleeves, holding his hands in contrast. With someone who sometimes bares topless and walks unfazed to the air like Ramil, he is not used to the fact that everyone's master only wears a long-sleeved shirt. White, without buttons or a bare chest, when he spends his spare time in his private room, and every time he realises that the other person always smiles when he sees him, he turns away because he refuses to wear good clothes.

 

Ramil for Pann is just one cunning person.

 

"Are you still not used to the air in this room?"

"Yes"

 

He raised his arms to caress himself with a soft cloth. However, it may be because the ritual in front of him created an atmosphere in the room that was no different from negative energy. The cover he often picked up when sitting on the tablet trigger in front of the fireplace was wrapped around himself as another layer.

 

"I don't feel it's cold."

"Well, Mr Methus is a vampire."

 

"Vampires are cold"

"..."

 

He didn't know what made him reach out his small hand under his loose shirt to touch the arm of the person who stood with his arms crossed, watching the events in front of him without blinking. Pann would want to prove whether the bloodline of Solay, like Methus, would be as cold as he said.

 

"You are so cold."

"Because I'm cold too," Methus replied.

 

Like a splash near his ear with a kind smile, if to say that in the three Vampires of the Solay bloodline, who were born with the help of Ramil, Methus is like the eldest brother of two little children who are restoring power to their birth. Ramil trusts the tall body to perform important duties.

 

The real hotel owner told him after the day we both separated from Methus. The story of the prince who once ruled the Methus region, the leader of the army, was famous for his cruelty. He couldn't imagine the arrogance in himself that led him to make a mistake. But Ramil came to give Methus a second chance to become immortal again, in exchange for a promise that Methus will not kill any humans again.

 

Even so, Pann still remembers the second moment, when Methus's hand tightened around his neck, even though he had taken the opportunity to apologise to him in the elevator accidentally.

 

"It's almost done."

"Yes"

 

"After the ceremony, you will weaken and turn back into a vampire”.

"I'll have to leave it to you to take care of it."

 

"Me?"

"Yes"

 

"..."

 

"Or do you want to take care of those two children?"

"Then I'd better take care of Mr Ramil."

 

Not long after the end of the sentence, the ritual ended. Ramil was clearly weak, as Methus said. Ramil's eyes turned red, but he was strong enough to suppress his instincts and lie down on the bed, just like vampires like Ciar and Mekhin, whom Methus had to half-drag and half-support to the next room, leaving him two-on-one with the last heir of Jonoèl, who was unconscious due to exhaustion.

 

He let the other person spend time at night. Take yourself out to sit on the same sofa Ramil used for the power-up ceremony a moment ago. Two small hands move the couch back to the other side, waking the other person. Slender fingers unlock their phone screen. Swipe your eyes to various applications and choose to ignore the notification message.

 

Pann chose to pick up the book from Ramil's large shelf. It has almost all languages, and of course, he will select only the book in Thai. It will take a while for Ramil to recover. So he chooses to spend time with the love of a man who may want the love of a princess. That is like the glass of the Nava region's heart. The slender fingers slowly turn the page under the orange light. Let time pass along with the love novel. Wait until the other person wakes up.

 

Rrrr...

Rrrr...

 

The black phone screen lit up with a notification message. Pann looked away from the book on page 127 and moved to the sofa. Pick up the person who created the problem, because he was afraid that if it were still ringing, it would continue disturbing the person who had not woken up from sleep for almost 2 hours. He pressed the side mute switch. Slide the screen up to read the message from Jett that was still on the screen nonstop.

 

The eyes carefully read every letter. Consider how to respond to the person who is waiting for the destination. If the other person is aware of his uncertainty, it must be rampant until Elisee has a headache. A sigh sounded louder as he picked up the bookmark and inserted it in the page that he had not finished reading. Slender fingers pressed the reply button so the other party would feel comfortable, knowing everything would go as planned.

 

Pann is in trouble.

 

He didn't know when the bond that formed between him and the owner of the pale body on the bed had been multiplying so much. Ramil and I have a thin thread tying us together. The feeling that doesn't need to be said, just to meet Ramil's eyes; he can feel some hidden meanings.

 

It's in there, but duty is duty, and he was assigned to kill the heir—the last person of Jonoèl, a sacred clan that is the leader of all vampires. However, sometimes fate may play a joke on a person who has carried resentment for many years. Meet a man in a mysterious dream who is like water that nourishes every night, getting lost in sleep until he doesn't want to wake up, someone who happens to be the same person he helped free from the curse of captivity. 

 

Who is that person who has to put the sharpness of the sacred silver knife on the left chest...

 

He always carries this with him, not because he is waiting for the time to deal with the last Jonoèl in front of him. Being this close to Ramil is beyond all expectations. The curse is never in the plan. Not in what they know.

 

Two small hands unlatched the knife sheath. Keep it in the pocket of the light pants from the orange lamp that was bright enough for him to read. Now it reflects the silver knife edge that Caster, the Hunter group's twin, invented.

 

Sensitive brown eyes are afraid of their uncertainty. Sweaty hands tightly grasp the tip of the knife because they are worried that it will miss and be hit by another person. Because he remembers the twins' words well, he knows that only the tip of a silver knife can make a vampire disappear as if it never existed.

 

Pan is in trouble if He hesitates until his heart stops. Heavy as if running away from a backer called resentment...However, when he was using his brain to control his subconscious mind, the two-minded mind finally ordered him to put the knife back as before. The feeling was too much for him to manage now. Two feet on the slipper turned back and walked back to the same sofa. Put the phone in the bag and took himself to the kitchen next to it. The clear eyelids closed, hiding the light brown eyes that were so confused that I wanted to vent.

 

He breathed in and out, suppressed his bad mood and set his heartbeat back to normal. Trying to find things around the body that made him focus more, and it seems that the bouquet of red roses that Methus left behind was the only solution that, at least now, he didn't think about the second he chose to keep the knife in the same way.

 

I don't understand why I have to stand and arrange the roses in a glass that now turns itself into a vase. But the consciousness that is not with the flesh and the body gradually fuses back while using scissors to cut the thorns that remain on the flower stalk. Two hands carefully arrange the bright red roses into place. Collect the leaf scraps into the trash can and bring the transparent vase containing the large roses to the bedside table of the person in question, so they can be themselves.

 

"....

"Sigh"

 

He decided to leave the penthouse upstairs without telling anyone. At least outside the hotel, Jonoèl would have made him think of something. Two bare feet from slippers changed to wearing a good pair of sneakers. The only pair he brought from home. Pann wanted to go back to manage his belongings and himself for many hours before returning to Jonoèl when his mind calmed down.

 

Slender fingers touch the inner number button in the private elevator. Outside the hotel at this time, the sun has set, but the traffic in the capital is still crossing its small hand to call the public transport that has a green sign. Tell the destination to the person. The other side of the door has been realised before leaving Jonoèl to deal with his distracted brain.

 

Ramil Solay Jonoèl woke up in the evening of the night that was spent, with the retrieval of the energy from the blood Solay that he gave birth to from his blood. The dark eyes returned to normal. The tall body took a breath until he had filled his lungs, and he realised that the three energies had now returned to their owner. He stood up to full height, swept his eyes around the silent bedroom. Only one light turned on.

 

On the favourite sofa, a small cover appeared. There is someone who freed him from the curse as the owner. The unfinished book and the glass of water at the edge of the glass were dry. The other person would have been out of here for a while.

 

Ramil picked up the book that the other person couldn't finish reading. It was a book that he read over and over again until he remembered the content of each page well. If Pann continued to read a little more, he would find that the love of the young man and the princess of Nava was as both hearts desired.

 

The tall body walked back to the bed with his favourite book in his hand, but his sharp eyes saw a vase of bright red roses on the lamp table next to the bed. He remembered that it had never been there before, and the Jonoèl lineage, who were resting in the room on the next floor, probably didn't think of arranging the vase while he was sleeping.

 

A thick hand picked up a bright red rose, even though its petals looked wrinkly because it had been a long time. But it makes Ramil smile because he can imagine who gave him this rose vase...

 

Meanwhile, in the room next to the master's penthouse, the two Solay bloodlines recovered from the power-restoration ritual, with a person who was like an eldest brother, like Methus, not far away. Because there is no situation where there are only three people for a long time, many conversations are formed from the story of Ciar's strange customer or even Mekhin, who was a human scolded by him, called Staf for not being smart, even though he had been cutting a knife to heal the human race for almost 100 years.

"If it were me, I wouldn't let that stupid human live on."

 

"If it were you, what would you do, Ciar? Did you break your promise to your master?" Mekhin didn't think to be angry. He teased DR, who was furious with him, a hundred times. That allowed a powerless human to stand and blame the treatment he had thought about carefully, but did not like the other person for.

 

"I didn't die."

"A promise not to kill, I'm just going to make it not revive." The cunning crow gently shakes your shoulders while lifting the soft drink bottle to your lips.

 

"Who will be as cruel as the DR court, Methus?"

"Huh"

 

The two vampires joked with the person who was still licking the soft drink until the bottle was finished. Ciar shook the empty bottle, then threw it in the trash. That is far away in the corner of the room, precisely "But"

 

"I don't trust your master's liberator very much."

 

"Is it Pann?"

"Aha"

 

With the original capital of not having a good relationship with anyone, it is not strange that Ciar will not feel confident around a newcomer like Pann. The other party is just a human being, even though Methus will tell and tell that Pann is the one who frees their master from the curse. That may mean the person Ciar does not trust is the one mentioned in that curse.

 

"That doctor is a painting repairman. That means you have to know the Gallery owner"

 

"You know that the owner of the gallery is the same as the leader Hunter"

"That kid may just know."

 

"You can think like that, doctor. But the coincidences lately have been so frequent that I think that there should be someone in the news who told me something, stupid people who think that they can overthrow the immortal race."

 

"Mono El may be raising me."

"The mouse that you said..."

"Where are you, Ciar?"

 

Ramil's voiceless footsteps made the three bloodlines stop mid-conversation. The more the question hit back at Ciar, the bigger it was. But the crow's head was not afraid of the question.

 

"I'm just wondering, sir."

"The man who freed his master from the curse"

 

The owner of the pale white body standing against the door used silence to ask for an additional reason from one of his bloodline. No matter how much DR was cut into the body or hot-blooded, Ramil still thought he should have a good enough reason to feel sorry for his people.

 

"I don't trust any human being, especially someone who has a certain relationship with the owner of that gallery."

 

"One more thing, please"

"..."

 

"I don't think any human can dare to live with vampires. Normally"

"..."

 

"Unless that child came with some intention."

"Methus"

 

"Please, sir."

"I want more drinking water." Ramil didn't go against DR's idea.

However, the option will ignore the last sentence, which contains numerous arguments in the head, by prioritising things that have never been requested from Methus.

 

The tall body came out of the door, leaving Ciar's reason in the room. Take yourself back to the silent corridor until you hear the sound of ghosts walking from behind.

 

"..."

"Do you really trust the people next to you?!"

 

"I want you to be careful."

"From what?"

 

"From the person who released me from the curse, DR?" The master left the last sentence with his bloodline, young crow. Indicates that the other party did not even keep the warning, with the good hope of thinking. It made Ciar angrier until the slender fingertips pecked each other, even though the body was still tired from the ritual. But at this time, the young vampire went to the end of the hotel corridor before jumping out of the open window as if waiting for this moment. The white body in a black dress broke down into hundreds of crows that soared to the night sky. Follow the pin in the head that he used to send Mumin. The crow he raised before to guide to Pann's house...

 

Pann lingered longer to reach his destination. His brain was still circling with the story from many hours ago. His face was clear because of little rest. Looking at his feet until he stopped in front of the house, he didn't come back for weeks. He crouched down and picked up the key hidden under the plant pot.

 

At this moment, he wanted to rest peacefully alone. But no one will accept his prayer. Because when a small pair of hands is about to pull the door closed. In front of him, the figure of his childhood best friend appeared. The same person who owns the gallery that keeps the original painting is also the leader of the Hunter group. The group was founded to chase vampires who used to cause them significant loss in life.

 

"Jett'

"What are you doing?"

 

"

"Why is it still there?" Another person moved closer to him, thick hands wrapped around his wrist, and pulled him out from behind the door.

 

"Elise told me that you were in Jonoèl for a week."

 

• ..."

"What are you doing, Pann?"

 

"...

"Or have you forgotten what they did to us?"

 

"Do I have to remind you that the last bloodline of what did Jonoèl take away from us?"

 

"It doesn't have a chance yet."

 

"Or are you hesitating?"

"Deal with it"

 

"Otherwise, you will regret it a second time." The owner of the white body did not answer the person in front of him, Mekhing Jett, even more dissatisfied with his best friend. He did not understand why Pann hesitated and did not accept the phone call or reply to the message from both him and Elise while living in the nest of the Jonoèl’s.

 

And even if they stand under pressure like this, the other person will not say what the leader of the Hunter group wants to hear. Jett doesn't want to be angrier about his close friends' attitudes. Even in the evening, no one will pay attention to the loud quarrel, just hearing the two of them.

 

But I don't know...

 

Above the head of the couple on the crate of Pann's 2-story house, now full of black crows that are full of the area…

 

He waited until early in the morning and did not return to the Hunter Group's house, where he lived in the basement, because Jett had more pressing matters to attend to now.