He saw a lot of death. Many vampires left this world because of the tip of the knife that Caster gave him as the ruler. Pann is not afraid of death; they come to greet each other whenever the killing plan starts. But at this time, he was so scared that he couldn't step out without the strength to open the big door that was closed. Screams sounded every second. The smell of blood and the remains of both Hunters and vampires filled the floor of the hall.

 

"More..."

"Pann?!"

 

"Mr Ramil!"

"Ugh!!!"

 

Pann almost stopped breathing from something moving at a speed towards him, but it was pecked in the middle of his head by a hand with sharp nails until he stopped.

 

"My people"

"Sir, sir"

 

Ramil threw the body of the same race the other way. He wrapped around some bodies before taking him to hide in a corner near the emergency exit. He followed another person, as if it were easy to stop standing still in the darkness. Meet the red eyes that return to the colour of the night again when asked.

 

"Why are you here?"

"I'm going to warn you, but"

 

"I will take you...."

"Ah!!"

 

"Methus?"

 

A small-scale war between the immortal race and the group that calls itself the Hunters ensues and lasts for dozens of minutes. Both sides lose, but no one has time to pay attention to anyone. Ciar as well.

 

The black crow inspires anger. Hatred and anger that is full in the chest is spent on chasing and killing Hunters. The black dress is completely wet with the blood of a dirty man. The tip of the slender tongue licked the lips before spitting on the face of the 8th Hunter that he killed in less than 10 minutes.

But he had to be frustrated every time he turned to see a doctor like Mehkin using his power to help the Hunters he had just killed, because the other person was afraid that the bloodline of Jonoèl would break the promise with the birth. This time, DR wanted to shout in the face of the younger brother to let him die and let the promise go first.

 

"If it comes back, it will kill you, Mekhin."

"I'm just keeping him still breathing."

 

"Then I'll kill it again."

“Just fit DR"

 

"Pussy"

 

The other person smirked. Even though he didn't have time to set up something like this, Ciar was always prepared. Solay's bloodline seemed to enjoy itself.

 

"Ugh!"

"Mekhin!"

 

When the black crow saw the owner of the vampire doctor's tall body collapse because of being assassinated by the hunter who had just saved his life, Makhin looked at the grudge of the dirty man too much. It didn't care where the other person's heart would give it a new life. The tip of the sharp knife slashed the arm until Mekhin let go of his hand from the power and grabbed his arm. The tall body pressed against the back. The hunter who had sharpened the silver knife prepared to stick to the organ that would make the bloodline of Solay leave forever.

 

"Ah!!!!"

"What are you going to do?"

 

But it's not that easy. Ciar, who saw the incident from the beginning, came in and used his long, sharp claws to grab the other person's neck. Gather it all the way. Peck the tip of the nail that is like the tip of a knife. Two feet floated from the ground until the red blood flowed out of the person who was suffering because of suffocation. He raised both hands and let the knife fall to the ground.

 

Ciar has no kindness like his brothers. He is passionate about the torture in front of him. He wants to keep the beautiful memories of people who are about to die slowly as a sweet dream, but he doesn't have time to let go of the joy for a long time.

The black crow moved his hands around his neck tightly until the sound of the bones was loud. Before the other party calmed down, he let his body fall on the bloody carpet before transforming into a crow and moving to Hunter's back, who lived in the chaos, and sharp teeth bit around the neck. The other party released a red liquid that flowed, but did not swallow it.

 

Tear!!

"!!!"

 

The silver arrow passed in front of the middle Solay's bloodline to embroider an unlucky vampire. He turned toward it before finding the body of a girl he remembered well, one of the gallery caretakers and the person most often met by his master's release of the curse.

 

"Pussy"

"Come in, you blood-eating animal."

 

Ciar turned to look at Mekhin, who was about to complete the restoration, before turning his eyes to the person who set up the weapon and prepared to kill him. The tall owner in a black dress moved his neck to chase the fatigue before disintegrating into a black skyrocketing in the silver arrow that rushed to him...

 

At the same time, Methus tried very hard to keep the promise from birth that he would not kill any humans again. However, in such a difficult situation, he did not have time to relax. The speed and power that had moved as if it had disappeared made him very much. The tall body owner periodically looked at the Solay bloodline while cleaning up the assassins, who were starting to decrease in number.

 

Almost half of the vampires escaped from this hall. The instinct to survive the powerful killing weapon of the two twins, the leader of the Hunter, leaves only a few immortal races left at this time.

 

Methus gasped. The body that has been used to living like a normal human for a hundred years. He is not used to using power at a frequency. Red eyes swept around the area. He quickly moved his body to the middle of the hallway when he saw that the gun of the Hunter leader was pointing at his fellow race. But Methus was too slow to make immortality last.

 

The eternal body disintegrated in front of him. The black ashes disappeared into the earth. Methus met the eyes of the person who took away his race. Jett's fearless eyes made the emotion he thought spelt it well enough come out.

 

The mind, whether it's a person or an animal, is really hard to get together. Methus has encountered it.

 

Another person came to bring the painting to display at the gallery. He kept 'The Vampire of Greenmoore' in this Jonoèl for hundreds of years. Spending his whole life to Pokpong the master until he forgot that what was more important than Pokpong was to find the person who lifted Lilith's curse. In that way, Methus took himself out for the hunters to see before raising this old oil painting to be the treasure of the temporary gallery, waiting for the eternal love of the person who gave birth to him to do his duty.

 

And as he said, the most dangerous place may be the safest place, and soon, the person who removed the curse crystal that had buried Ramil's body for hundreds of years appeared. But what is beyond Methus’s expectations is Pann, one of the hunters who founded the vampire hunters, just like the person in front of him.

 

"Welcome, Mr Jett."

"Hi"

 

Pann smiled and sent it to the person who had not received the greeting. Jett pulled the trigger from a small gun barrel and sent a silver bullet in front of him. The tall body moved to avoid people who were not set up. Leader Hunter fell to the ground. Slender hands and gun barrels, but he picked up a silver knife that was lying there and intended to stab him, still a human who lifted his body and threw it against the wall of the main hall.

 

Methus used his power to reach Jett faster than the other person's body would fall to the ground. Grab the other person's collar and throw the body against the other side of the wall until the Hunter leader curled up on the carpet.

 

"Ugh!"

"Again"

 

"You start first."

 

The body is high, and power is evident. He passed his body through his opponent's soulless body. Shrow down and stare at the face whose hair is now set to loosen until the face. The slender finger stick brushed the other's hair away from the red eyes. Staring, hoping to pressure the other party to agree.

 

But Methus was too cautious. He didn't notice the other hand of the Hunter leader, who now took out a small firearm hidden under the black leather boot and pulled the trigger to the left chest. Because the body was unprepared, Jett missed the important point. The silver bullet hit the left shoulder of the other person. It was the same minute that the king's tall body and the unsealed person ran between him and the person about to pull the trigger again.

 

"Methus!!"

"Master?"

 

"Jett"

"Pann?"

 

Pann put himself between the two vampires. Blocking Jett, who, when he saw that he was a friend who had been with him since the beginning, was discouraged. The other party changed the party to join the race that had killed his comrades.

 

"Where did you tell me not to get in the way?"

 

"Get out"

"That's enough, Jett."

 

"1"

"2"

 

The owner of the thin body did not remove himself from the situation, staring into his friend's eyes. Punn meets his own needs as well, so he will not retreat if the Hunter leader pulls the trigger; it's up to the other person to want it.

 

"Sa Auk!"

 

But Ramil doesn't seem to agree. The owner of the king of all vampires uses the power of speed to steal the weapon in Jett's hand, sharp nails, and the back of the neck of the person who caused Solay's bloodline to have a wound. Manage to throw Jett's body on the ground. Throw the gun barrel towards Pann, hoping that the other person kept it. Ramil didn't die even though he wanted to kill the person in front of him. The last Jonoèl wished to negotiate. But the other party, who thought of taking revenge, didn't even allow him to speak out.

 

The king of vampires thought that Jett would not be able to get up and manage anyone else. The weapon was snatched away. Some of the other person's bones would be broken and waiting for treatment. The white body turned his attention to Methus, who seemed to be recovering from his symptoms, having missed no important points.

 

"You take Pann to rest. I'll take care of it here."

"I can still ask for it."

 

"There's not much left."

Panng!!!

 

But Methus forgot, and Ramil didn't seem to know that Hunter's leader dropped a weapon loaded with silver bullets the first time he fought Methus, and it was a coincidence that the gun was just at Jett's fingertips...

 

He took the time to accidentally release the trigger on the person who was standing behind Ramil, who collapsed to the ground. The silver bullet passed through the middle of the body. Red eyes widened. The king's consciousness tried to use the power to restore him, but when the Hunters saw the vampire leaders collapse, they left the opponent to die.

 

Methus Ciar and Mekhin 3 of the Solay bloodline left everything they faced to Pokpong their birth. Pokpong's tall body needs time and a more suitable place to recover.

 

"Pann! Take the debtor."

"Let's go"

 

"Go to the penthouse in your master's bedroom."

 

Pann nodded, even though he didn't understand, but he had to hurry to get out of here first. At least there was a chance to survive rather than delay. Maintain in a hall full of battles.

 

He supported Ramil's body with Methus guarding along the fire escape corridor. When he reached the point where the hunters would follow, Pann pushed the door into the corridor of the 2nd floor. His slender fingers pressed the arrow key pointing up. Before the elevator opened, he took Ramil and himself to the top floor of the hotel.

 

"Yes, you don't have to be anything."

"Mr Ramil"

 

"Uh"

 

Ramil choked on his voice to answer. He knew that the point where the bullet could not cause death. But it was better if he quickly restored himself and went down to clean up the main hall because he couldn't let the three Solay brothers fight alone.

 

The light brown eyes were somewhat relieved when he saw that the other person could still communicate. He tightened the embrace that supported the other person when the elevator door opened on the penthouse floor that was the residence of the last Jonoèl.

 

This penthouse on the top floor has never been entered without permission, but if you want to be rude, you don't need to ask anyone for permission. The sound of footsteps hitting the tiled floor came from the fire escape door of the penthouse. He and Ramil froze. Looking around, hoping that it was Methus DR or Mekin, but the body odour was not familiar. The stronger the smell of blood, the more Ramil looked up and met Pann's eyes.

 

"Not us"

"Yes, yes."

 

He quickly supported the owner of the room to the place where Methus told him. The sound of footsteps and curses followed from behind. Pann remembers well that it was the voice of one of the Hunters.

 

Pann took the elder to the open bedroom door. While Ramil used his palm to support himself against the wall of the room until he stopped in the middle of the bedroom inside the penthouse, the hunters who had escaped from the hall followed them to the top floor of the hotel at the same time.

 

He knew that we both didn't have enough time to find another way out of the room, with only one way out, and that we wouldn't have the strength to fight if Ramil was injured like this. The sweet face swallowed saliva down his throat to let Ramil recover his body. As for him, he would interfere to extend the other person's time to heal. But like the last Jonoèl will understand his thoughts, he refused to let go. The red eyes have not returned. Ramil stared at the person in front of him.

 

"Close your eyes"

"Yes, sir?"

 

"Close your eyes"

 

At this moment, he was ready to believe everything Ramil ordered. The light eyelids fell asleep. Hiding the eyes that had hidden the suspicion before, Pann felt as if a strong wind had hit his face. Breathing as if pressed in water, the body was light as if weightless...

 

"Hack"

"Huh"

 

"Open your eyes."

 

The oil painting on the bedroom wall in Ramil's penthouse emits white light reflected with the Jonoèl family pendant on the owner's neck. Ramil turned to look at the person who had closed his eyes at the order, then supported himself and hugged the other person with one arm. Use the power of speed to send the mind to the painting.

 

'The Vampire of Greenmoore' before the couple disappeared into the chained painting just in time for the Hunters to find....

 

Pann is still in shock and still can't believe that he fell into the original painting again. The place doesn't look like the church that pinned the last Jonoèl on it. But the person who brought him in confirmed that this is Green Moore, just like that church.

 

Ramil is still weak, even weaker, because he uses his power to send himself and Pann away from the penthouse. He opened his eyes and woke up with the damp smell of soil and green grass. Before he could be shocked, he had to hurry to Jonoèl to rest. Fortunately, it was not far from us. The old abandoned house still has enough futons for sleeping, so the king of Jonoèl can recover.

 

"I'm going out to explore outside."

 

When the other person went to sleep, breathing regularly. Pann didn't ask for permission without caring whether the other person would recognise or wait for the answer. Pann stood at full height before coming out to explore this strange area. He didn't know Green Moore by name. I vaguely remember that the painting Ramil left had the word "Green Moore" in it. Pann stepped on the dark brown soil. A large tree cast a shadow over the sun, blocking the bright light that passed through. Through some branches, some leaves hit the long path. He heard the sound of water in the distance, thinking it was a waterfall. Green Moore's cough smelled like freshly dried clothes. It was so relaxing that it almost forgot it was in a place that wasn't really its real world.

 

He walked along with the sound of the water. He would have to wait for Ramil to recover first. Before thinking about what to do next, the person who brought him must be the one who brought him back. However, the recovering body may take several more days. Which Pan doesn't know what the world outside the painting is like now.

 

I don't know how much time has passed. But the nature around the body heals him, allowing him to enjoy Green Moore without feeling tired. At the end of the eye, I saw a clear stream approaching. Slender legs stepped through the branches and grass on the ground, bringing me to stop at a big rock next to the stream.

 

The first smile in Green Moore was revealed when he saw that not far away, a medium-sized peak was hiding behind a large tree. It is a groove for the water to flow through, creating the most beautiful waterfall ever seen.

 

A thin body walks along the river, hoping to get close to the slope. The clearer the image, the louder the sound of the water hitting the rock. The mist from the clear water splashed on his body; his sleeves were up, lowered by the water, rubbing the skin outside the shirt. Don't forget to wash your face and eyes to restore freshness.

 

The eyelids are waterproof. Two beautiful, slender hands have not left the face of the water. He washed until he was satisfied before opening his eyes to meet a small insect flying in front of him. Dark blue wings, a strange white body that has never been seen anywhere. But it's so beautiful that the slender finger stalks are horizontal, reaching out to the air, hoping to come in.

 

"Don't let it hit you."

"!!!"

 

"That insect is bathed in poison."

 

The owner of the blank face doesn't know which to be shocked by first: the sound coming out of a wooden hole or a troubled insect about to fly to his finger. But the body, which is faster than the brain, quickly washes its finger back. Move backwards until he turns on the grass.

 

On the opposite side, the figure of a girl in a long white dress appeared. She jumped on a rock that was placed like a walkway from the other side to him. Before the hand under the white gloves grabbed the blue insect, crushing it until only the glove stains remained.

 

"If I come a little later, you will die instead of him."

"Thank you."

 

The girl took off her gloves before handing them to him. It is the main support for standing up.

 

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, it's..."

 

"Far away from the city"

"In the city?"

 

"In Green Moore"

 

The owner of the white dress walked along the path next to the stream. He, who didn't know where to start, followed another person and started a conversation he doubted would happen here.

 

"Green Moore?"

"Aren't you here?"

 

"Yes"

"Is it your luck or bad luck that you got lost? This is sacred land?

 

"Holy?"

 

The thin body accelerated his steps until he caught up to the person who hadn't waited. The owner's blue eyes, as tall as he looked before, smiled at him, and both of them still didn't stop walking, even though it was already going out of the stream.

 

"'Green Moore is the sacred kingdom of Jonoèl"

"...."

"No one knows Jonoèl, or you don't?"

 

Pann couldn't lie. He replied to the other person, his voice missing, with excitement at the mention of Jonoèl.

 

"I know."

 

"So do you know that the clan that dominates Green Moore is not human like you?"

 

"...."

"You must know for sure because you came back with him."

 

"...."

 

"The King of Green Moore, the last Jonoèl who is injured", his thin body stopped walking, the face that looked in front of him turned to pay attention to him, who was still stunned.

 

"Only the blood of a vampire's lover can solve all curses."

"Do you know why I cursed Ramil like that?"

 

"Because he has never loved anyone, I know that this curse will never be solved."

 

"But you can show up."

"I'm the one who gave him his name, Solay."

 

"The one who Tinkorn does not defeat" '

 

"To bless him and the vampires born from the Solay bloodline, get the same power as Ramil Solay Jonoèl"

 

Pann can patch up something from the other person's words. But before he can think about it, he has to walk and follow the person who will stop and walk, wandering along a strange way. It is further away from the old house where Ramil is sheltering.

 

"So why is it me?"

"Ask the king of Noel."

 

"I don't understand"

"Vampire's lover? I've never even known Ramil before."

 

"Do you want to prove it?"

"...."

 

"Well, I'm telling you that only the blood of the vampire's lover will solve the curse. That way, it may have the power to heal as well."

 

"But you know that weak vampires can't control themselves, right?"

"What do you mean?"

 

"You may have to be tired of surviving its instincts. Lose a little bit."

 

It's like a threat, but it's like a suggestion. He stopped following the second person, half-walking, half-jumping, with a strange hum. Is it possible, as the other person said? Will his blood help the last Jonoèl recover from the symptoms that he didn't know how heavy it was for a vampire?

 

"Da, wait a minute."

"Hmm?"

 

"My blood can really help him, right?"

"Prove it by yourself"

 

"..."

"You are the one who unsealed him from my captivity."

 

Wait a minute....

 

Because I was so worried about Ramil that I forgot to think about the girl in front of me.

 

I've tried to tell him many times that I'm the one who cursed Ramil's seal with an oil painting. So the words don't seem serious.

That's true.

 

"Pa..."

"I've taken you to the place."

 

"If you want to know, prove it yourself."

!?

 

The white body that used to be in front of him disappeared—traces to look for. Light brown eyes swept around before finding that the way that seemed far away made him stop at the abandoned back of the house, where the last Jonoèl was lying.

 

He walked back into the old house, hoping to see the injured person again first. Decide whether to follow a stranger's advice. But on the mattress, it was Empty without the body of the wounded person.

 

"Mr Ramil"

"Where are you?"

The owner of sensitive eyes looked around the house and did not find the person he was looking for. Praying for Ramil to use his power to restore himself until he recovered, and then went out to explore around the house as he did. The thin body spread his legs from the inside of the house, intending to go outside, but before he could pass through the old wooden door. The whole body fell onto the futon that used to be someone's place to live and sleep.

 

"!!!"

"Mr Ramil?"

 

"Hmm?"

"Yes, you?"

 

Pann is afraid. His heart beats rhythmically. His hands are sweaty. His face is squinty. He doesn't dare to meet the red eyes that now look more formidable than ever. The face is like a master sculpture tucked into his neck. The sound of sniffing near the ear is even more frightening.

 

"Mr Ramil..."

"I'm sorry!!!"

 

The sharp fangs of the mouth were placed on the crook of his neck. The smell of blood flowed along the nape of his neck. He screamed with pain and fear mixed. Two small hands pushed the body of a person who was as strong as a rock. Two feet squirmed, trying to get themselves out of the steel that controlled him.

 

"It's me, huh?"

"!!!"

"Mr Ramil, it's me"

 

The pain in the neck is gone. The pressure from the two hands on the shoulders is loosened. The person above slowly stands up. The sharp eyes are still, with a colour that shows that the other person is now a full vampire. Yes, he has never seen Ramil in a vampire's body. But for the first time, he can feel the soul. The hunter is not the Ramil he knows. Pann thinks it's because the body is exhausted and can't control itself. So let instinct lead him.

 

He supported himself up and sat up, holding the wound that was the cause of the blood flowing down his throat. Glancing at Ramil with two hands, he told himself madly after letting him go free.

 

"Mr Ramil!?"

 

In just a moment, the owner of the name sent red eyes to him to stop the state of self-harm. Loosen your fist and use it to pick his head up from the ground.

 

"Oh!!!"

"Aak!!"

 

Pann was confused, just as Ramil was. He noticed that the person who let go of his hand after I cried was trying to restrain himself. Ramil tried to spell his hunter spirit as best he could.

 

"Mr Ramil!!"

".. Go!"

 

"Mr Ramil, don't do this!"

"Run away!!"

 

He did the opposite of the order. Two arms wrapped around the high body in front of him, trying to prevent the person who hurt himself from going crazy. His small hand rubbed his broad back, trying to call his name. Pann was so terrified by the incident that he couldn't control his tears. The little heart deeply hoped that it would end quickly, as it was about to be exhausted. Break the prohibition as well.

 

"Let me go, ug!!"

"Mr Ramil.... Look at me"

 

"Stay with me"

 

The thin body is almost exhausted. He wipes the body with tattered clothes on the strong outside of the person who tries to wriggle out of the embrace and tries to stop himself from trembling alternately. The owner of the hug gasped before doing something that looked stupid, but it was better than not trying.

 

The teeth were beautifully aligned on his tongue until he got a bloody taste. He recognised it from seeing the sharpness of the other party's fangs. There was no dirty red liquid as it should be. Pann thought to himself that the other person had not yet had time to taste his blood. The last way his chaotic mind can think of is to let the other party swallow the red blood that is in his mouth.

 

Two small hands released from the body of the person who was still. Hold it to the pale white face before tiptoeing so that he could put his lips on the same organ of the other person. The tip of the slender tongue was inserted into the open lips of the person in front of him. Pann didn't let go of this kiss. But he tried to let the blood on the tip of the tongue do something for the person who started to calm down to return to the same person.

 

The thin eyelids drooped like a drop of clear water flowing down his cheeks. It stained both his face and the person closest to him. Two tongues hooked back and forth; there was no space to rest. Two small hands that supported the face lowered to hold the shoulders, while the thick hands that had hurt themselves moved to wrap around the waist of the smaller person.

 

The touch is not very gentle, but it is full of so much longing that it almost makes Pann suffocate. Two hands squeeze the other's shoulder tightly in the last moment before coming out of the other's lips. Release a drop of sticky water mixed with blood on the side of the cheek.

 

"Again"

 

The light brown eyes forgot again. He still didn't get out of the bondage of the two strong arms that were wrapped around him. The brave little heart was afraid to make eye contact with another person because he knew he would not be able to do it if he realised that Ramil's raw instincts still occupied his mind.

 

"Mr Ramil"

"You"

 

Pann wants to cry again, even though the tears are already dry. For the first time, he wanted his dark eyes to last forever.

 

"Hik"

"Does it hurt?"

 

"It will hurt."

"I'm sorry"

 

"I'm sorry"

 

Ramil put his face down on the shoulder of the person he hugged and told the owner of the dark eyes that were so weak that he couldn't control himself and couldn't feel guilty about what he did until he couldn't stop saying sorry to the person who attached his face to his chest. The more he saw the blood on his throat, Ramil almost wanted to punish himself. Once again, he was worthy of hurting the other person. He pressed his lips to the wound caused by sharp fangs.

 

"I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry"

 

"I'm fine now."

"Are you cured?"

 

"I'm sorry"

 

The tall body leaned his forehead on his forehead. Passing on the mass of guilt that caused the smaller person to have a wound. Must be terrified until he lost tears. He nodded to accept the hundredth apology of the other person. Two hands tightened the hug, the face that moved from the forehead at first to the shock. Press the kiss on the wound on the tip of the hot tongue, licked to clean the almost dry blood.

 

Pann glanced his face up and let the other person touch every part of his body. Thick hands caressed the white skin under the good sweater before slowly removing it out of the way. The emotions that were awakened simmered. This allowed the white hand to assist the other person in dealing with the fabric that blocked their way, making it easier for both of them. He slowly crouched naked on the mattress while the lips received a sweet kiss from the other person, but did not relax.

 

"Again"

 

The light brown eyes escaped the embarrassment that made the whole body turn red. Two small hands were raised to wrap around the other's neck, hoping to stretch.

 

Pann let his guard slowly drop; his head fell onto the mattress.

 

"Ah"

 

Pann told the elder to keep his voice when the other person was having fun with the bottom. He didn't have time to process anything when the extinguishing was filled with the other party's identity.

 

"Huh... Yes, sir."

"Does it hurt?"

 

"Ma, no."

"Are you afraid?"

 

"Are you afraid of me?"

"No, sir"

 

At the end of the answer, the owner of the pale face managed to give a kiss again. This time, the tongue was cold, along with the rhythm of in and out, prompting the person below to place his hand on the other person's shoulder to vent both pain and happiness at once.

 

Pann let out a splash of water on the edge of his mouth. He opened his mouth to take the air in when Ramil let him breathe for a moment. The other person continued to move his body until his body shook. White teeth clenched tightly.

 

"Don't bite your mouth"

"You will get hurt"

 

"Huh"

"No one can hear us."

 

The slender fingertips of the person above spread the lips that were on his teeth to relieve the pain from holding back. Pann moved the hand that was around the other person's back to catch it.

 

At the upper arm, put his face down with tight muscles and release a sweet sound that is stored according to the rhythm that is driven.

 

He felt like he was flying. The waist was raised every time the other person used more force than usual. The sweet voice began to hoarse because he released it without thinking that everything in the forest of Green Moore would hear. Sweat was wet on my cheeks instead of tears. Sweet eyelids opened a little when they had to beg for mercy for the owner of the night's eyes to slow down.

 

"Ah...."

 

"Ah... Please"

"Kiss me"

 

The sweet and sweaty face calls for someone who is about to arrive at the same time, pampering their needs with a kiss that Pann can't deny, as if eating his favourite dessert. The sound of the tongue in the mouth cavity, the sound of meat hitting as if rushing to finish it quickly. He pushed the other person's chest away. As soon as the thick hand touched the core of his body, he let out a sweet moan.

 

Tears flowed because he almost couldn't stand it.

 

The little hand let go of the strong arm to wrap around the neck as before. Tighten the other person approached before snapping his lips to the white shoulder slope when he and the other person released the pressure at the same time.

 

"Huh"

"Sigh"

Keep your body still like that. Let Pann, who has just finished his work, rest. Have managed the beating heart to return to normal.

 

"Yes, you don't get up."

"..."

 

"Mr Ramil"

"I still don't want to be away from you."

"I don't want to leave you."

 

The smaller person began to know that the tall body above was begging for something. The light brown eyes blinked again, nodding to allow the tireless person to start moving again, because it's not just another person who doesn't want to go anywhere. He himself wants it so much that he doesn't want everything to end...

 

Sweet moans have been coming from an abandoned house in the middle of the forest since Sunday. Still not leaving the horizon, the moon, in a big circle, alternates between acting and not acting. Pann doesn't know where to get the strength to support his needs and another person, but he feels relieved and happy every time. Receive a tongue in the mouth with affection and embrace the strong body of the bloodline. 

 

It's early that everything in this house will end. But what happened between him and the King of Jonoèl was the opposite. The thin thread began to weave up from the world outside the oil painting, tightening every time. When we spent time together in this painting

Pann Winnafa rests in the arms of the King of Green Moore all night, naked body close to the tall body that wears only trousers. The small person is still in the night, breathing in and out in rhythm to lull the person who has been awake for a while before refusing to get up anywhere to lie down and listen like that. Ramil Solay Jonoèl knows the rules of stepping through time in this painting well enough that if he returns to the real world, Everything will continue to be the same event in the absence of this flow of time. He and the little one in his arms can be happy for as long as they want.

 

"Are you awake?"

"Hmm, are you tired?"

 

"It just hurts."

"Where?"

 

White cheeks turned red before he put his face down on his chest, refusing to answer where. But Ramil knew well because there were a few places on Pann's body that Jonoèl had bullied.

 

"You're fine."

"The bullet wound here is gone."

 

The slender fingertips stroked the naked outside. The area where it used to have a wound from the silver bullet is now smooth as if nothing had happened.

 

"Can we go back like this?"

"Do you want to go back?"

 

"I'm worried about others. I don't know how it will be."

"In this painting, it does not affect the time."

 

"Go back, everything is still the same."

 

"Then I think we should hurry back."

 

Pann stood up. The owner of the white body almost fell because he couldn't balance. Fortunately, the other person supported him in time. The smaller person picked up the clothes piled on the floor and put them on before rushing to the person standing and watching.

 

"Don't be in a hurry to go back. You and I are in the penthouse room, like the original"

 

"Will you be injured as before?"

"The result of the treatment will follow me."

 

"I want you to help stop our war."

"Well, if you're well enough, I'll help you."

 

"If it's your wish, even if I haven't recovered, I'll do it anyway." Even though the king of Jonoèl really wants to have a sweet night with another person a little more. But because the impatient person wants to return to the world he left, he stops procrastinating and may not take the injury as an excuse to heal.

 

"Close your eyes"

"Yes"

 

When the light eyelids closed, Ramil hugged the other person and focused on the oil painting, The Vampire of Greenmoore, that was stuck on the wall of his bedroom. Before the creatures in the abandoned house in the middle of the forest disappeared from Greenmoore....