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M U S ERegina ( Old Friends )

“What do I like about Taekwoon?”

The once evil queen released a small hum of thought while wearing a small shy smile on her face as her head ducked a bit with the timidness of the situation. She had been told to sit down and discuss the things she enjoyed about her oldest friend Taekwoon. The vampire. And of course her face was trying to grow more and more red by the second.

“Well…..many things. For a man who has no working heart, he is so full of kindness and compassion. And such a gentleman. He is truly a man of the past because he understands the true meaning of being a gentleman. He knows how to treat a woman and that goes very far with me.”

She paused for a moment as she had gotten quite passionate about her answer. Blushing even deeper and clearing her throat, she went on a bit more calmly,

“I like when he smiles and when he laughs. Happiness looks good on him. And I do hope that he stays that way. That his every waking moment is touched by happiness. But he always worries about my happiness before his own. He makes me happy.”

She finally lost the battle with her shyness and let her face go completely red and eventually smiled down at her lap where her eyes stayed there.

“Taekwoon is an amazing man. He is strong, courageous, wise, handsome, charming, dashing, witty, positively stunning in every way, both inside and out. And I am so proud to be so close to him and to have him as one of my oldest and closest friends. Running into him in this new modern world has been one of the greatest joys ever. I would give my life for him.”

[taekwoonx]

Whatever, I guess. Time flies and people change. They don’t care. But they don’t matter either.

[femalemodels]

Kwak Ji Young for Harper’s Bazaar Vietnam, December 2014.

[kindredxhearts]

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It was two and a half days after she was last fed upon. It had taken it’s toll on her as she passed out once more. Being fed on twice a week and almost loosing consciousness was making her recovery take longer between each feeding. She slowly woke up and looked around to see Taekwoon walking in with a tray of food. “What is that for?” She questioned in a sleepy voice. 

[taekwoonx]

Taekwoon was sitting straight on his chair, looking at her. His fingers tangled together, laying on his lap. The silence in the room was peaceful and he, somehow, enjoyed watching her eating. Despite all the times he was using her, he, deep down, really cared about her. She was one of the few. Sadly, the lust he felt for her blood made him lose all his senses when he was hungry and he was lucky she had survived through this many times. Suddenly, out of the blue, he whispered “I’ll do better. I’ll try to control my hunger to not endanger your again…”

[kindredxhearts]

As she ate she glanced at him every once and a while. She didn’t find it too odd that he was watching her since he was showing that he did care for her. and she cared for him too. It was a weird relationship they had, she cared for him but yet feared him when he was hungry. And he cared for her but had an almost addiction to her blood. Her ears perked up when he wispered “You don’t have to control your hunger, if you are hungry your’re hungry. But You just have to watch how much you take. If you take too much each time then we will be in another situation like this” She gave him a smile “I will help you” 

{ @taekwoonx }

[taekwoonx]

He was lucky. She could have resisted. But she didn’t. She was helping him as much as she could. A light smiled curled his lips and reached out a hand to stroke her cheek, his thumb laying on her lower lip for a second before he brought back his hand to himself. “Enjoy your meal. You’ll need strength. I’m going back to my place though.” He kept staring at her, thinking for a second. “I’ll be absent for few days.” He rarely warned anyone, including her, when he was leaving, but he felt like telling her for once. “If you need anything, leave a message at my place.” She was doing well by herself, and never asked for anything. But after everything she had done for him, he wanted her to know she could count on him.

[kindredxhearts]

Arranged Marriage

[taekwoonx]

Was it really a nightmare? How could he escape this? He listened to her voice, and even though she was being very brave and strong, he could feel the fear floating all around her. He knew her well enough to be able to say that she was terrified and he realized that if she was feeling so deeply frightened, the wasn’t obviously anything he could do at the moment. A higher power, someone Taekwoon couldn’t see nor feel right now, was controlling her and by extent, controlling him. He felt the rage filling him, his eyes turned even more black than ever. But he saw her pleading eyes, and her silent begging request. He owed her this. It has been more than a year that he, regularly, fed on her. He could say, than somehow, they became friends. As much as he could be a friend to someone. He would think about something later. They would find a way. He needed his freedom and he would get it back, no matter what was going to bound them to each other from now. Taking a deep breath, he repeated the words. He never believed in such things like eternal fidelity, endless love, those useless feelings. Not since the love of his life left him. Looking through Sayuri’s eyes, stroking her hands slowly to calm her down, the words escaped his lips, making himself cringe “I Taekwoon, here by take Sayuri, as my wife by oath of Holy Mother. I swear to love, cherish, and forsake all other temptations until my last day on earth.” He slowly swallowed his spit, still looking at her and frowned, would he have to kiss her? He never had been so intimate with a girl, nor anyone, since many year. One, he didn’t want to. Second, he didn’t remember how to do and would probably suck at it. And not being perfect in everything he made was a struggle for him.

[kindredxhearts]

As he repeated the words she got a sense of relief and she started to feel better. The priest spoke a few last words before saying that they are now officially married. They didn’t have to kiss at the time but she knew what was expected next would make him even more enraged. 

She turned with him and started up the isle with her arm looped in his. “Thank you for going through with this…” She whispered to him giving him a light smile. the many people that were at the wedding followed behind them. Sayuri headed towards her house as she greeted the many people on the street with smiles as they cheered for the married couple. “We will talk once inside” She said to him knowing that he wanted to talk her about this whole ordeal. 

{ @taekwoonx }

[taekwoonx]

Taekwoon was quite lost. No kiss? That was definitely the weirdest wedding he had ever been to. Not that he had been to many other marriages to be able to make serious comparisons. He followed her, gretting his teeth as she thanked him. It wasn’t like he had the choice anyway. He felt trapped and sadly, it was getting more and more dangerous. Not really for her. He treasured her presence in his life way too much. But for the person behind all of this. He would discover it and free himself from this ambush. He was impatient to step inside and be alone with her. He needed explanations. And she better have a good reason to have brought him into this. He was fulminating inside, but he was looking calm despite the storm that was happening in his head. Reaching the place, he didn’t know if he had to open the door for her and only looked at the bride with an interrogative look.

[taekwoonx]

Old feelings never die

[taekwoonx]

Like almost everyday since the past twenty years, Taekwoon feels ashamed. Once again, he lost his temper. Once again, his emotions controlled him. Usually, it ends up with the death of an innocent person. Maybe two. And this sly, cruel sensation, taking possession of all his sense. He can’t remember a day without this feeling ruling his life. Guilt has become his best friend over the years. He would probably feel lost if it totally disappeared. And maybe even scared. Because this emotion reminds him very well that he once was a human, with good feelings, a good temper. A kind person and thanks to the dark emotions he still felt almost everyday, he wasn’t entirely forgetting who he was and who he still wanted to be. He knew that it wouldn’t last forever, but he was clinging on his last hint of humanity like if letting it go would be the most terrible thing that could happen to him.

This feeling of shame got slightly appeased as she hush him, quietly. Calm again, like she forever was. He always admired her for that. A storm could turn her world upside down, she would still take a breath, put her hair back in place and keep going just as if nothing had happened. She was classy, serene in any situation, when he was nervous and easily disconcerted. He had so many to learn from her, as much on a personal matter than about the vampire life. He wanted to learn to live in the sun, just like she did but also keep her calm facade no matter how dangerous the world was around her.

When he heard her words, euphoria slowly brought a smile on his lips. He quickly composed himself. She was alone. He found himself hoping that she was waiting for him, but he quickly chased the thought away. In twenty years, she probably had many lovers. And, after so many years feeling empty, Taekwoon felt an unknown sensation. He couldn’t tell what it was, because it was new to him. Quickly analyzing the situation, the vampire realised that he was jealous. Jealous of supposed lovers that could have shared her life. Curiosity caught him off guard and he almost interviewed her about it. But he was too proud for that, and somehow, he hoped she would wonfessed about it by herself.

He listened to her, enjoyed the simple view of her taking care of her hair, crouching to grab her bag. He savored the sight of her slender body moving gracefully, the moon reflecting on her pale skin. He couldn’t understand that no one never had a doubt about her. Her perfection was inhuman and everyone around her should have guessed she was more than the average mortal. But humans were stupid and they never tried looking further. They comforted themselves in their little boring life, too scared to live something extraordinary to even dare make a move.

When she seemed ready to follow him, he proposed his arm to her. The coddledstones were quite danregous and her heels were way too high for such a street. “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” What the irony, after how he just treated her. He was relieved that she seemingly accepter to answer his questions. As she said, they would need time for that, and obviously, he had all the time he wanted. Careful to not go too fast, he strolled back straight to his huge flat. One thing he could thank her for, was to have given him the chance to, him too, develop his business, which had become prosperous through the years as well. His house was everything but a home. It was white, cold, barely decorated. A huge ivory piano occupied the main room, with two sofa and an armchair. Few art objects were displayed around the room but we couldn’t say that the space was warm and welcoming.

He took off his coat and showed his hand to collect hers. “Make yourself at home.” He wanted to ask right away, but he still had some manners. “Do you want wine? I have quite a good wine collection.” He stared a her, waiting her reaction to the place, which was clearly different from his small cosy and messy student flat.

[serdtsa]

— There are many things, lingering inside her head at that moment still. But she continuously pushes them aside. Because for the moment, they do not belong there. Not at all, and she is one of those people who prefer to keep things separated. As if she puts all of her emotions into small boxes and stacks them. One box for happiness, another for anger and so on. That is how she keeps her life in order, or so she assumes. Even though it might not be entirely healthy. Which at the moment leads to her stacking away her own shards of fear and surprise. Replacing them with relief and a hint of happiness. It is almost as if she is pouring differently colored sand into a vase, choosing what colors her emotions should have that particular day; in the end her own colors.  She has been like that for the past 150 years at least. After many abusive years behind the stage, it became the easiest way to handle everything. With a closed off personality and a well-protected heart, it would be difficult to hurt her, no? 

But then there was that moment when she first met Taekwoon, and everything changed. She has never. not for as long as she can remember, let someone into her life as quickly as she let him in. Never, have she had such intense feelings for someone so abruptly. Her world had been turned upside down in one night, and she didn’t regret it back then. She doesn’t now either. Not entirely. Just that she ruined it by fleeing. She won’t ever forgive herself for that, especially not now. When she has seen what it did to him. If anything she wants to mend that, but she is still unsure whether her words will be enough or not. One can never be sure ow another comes to react. And considering how difficult this little revelation is going to be to her, there is no other way for her to get around it than to plunge into it, head first. As if diving into ice-water. 

Her exterior remains as calm as always. It never changes, and when he offers her his arm she accepts it. Merely because it is a sweet gesture, and a pleasurable way to make their little stroll easier to get through.”Thank you.” Adding to it that now when she finally has the chance, Ksenija doesn’t want to lose another opportunity to be close to him. There’s no way of telling when it’ll happen again. If this will go well or not, she cannot decide. And it does have her terrified, to some extent. What if he doesn’t believe her? What if he doubts? Or worse, what if he blames her further? It has amber eyes wandering quite aimlessly for a while, as usually when she has a lot to think about, or when she’s stressed.

She dares to rest her head against his shoulder as they continue to walk. It calms her down, it always used to. That it still does has her lips curling into the smallest of smiles. Because at least this is still the same, although everything else around them has changed so drastically. But Ksenija remains silent throughout the entire walk, lips parting now and then, but words never leaving her lips, seemingly stuck in her throat. 

Upon reaching his home, she is a bit surprised, it is nothing like his old apartment. Not at all. She has many fond memories of his small student flat, and the contrasts has her brows furrowing for a sliver of a second. Not that she dislikes it, not at all, it simply feels a tad strange.She is all about clean and neat areas without too much clutter, but his place has less decorations than her own, and it surprises her. Still she looks around with curiosity in her demeanor, before looking back at him with a warm smile.  She slips out of her own coat, allows him to take it away from her without protesting. The chiffon blouse she’s wearing is still a little damp, but getting herself annoyed over small matters right now seems very far away. Unlike how she usually is in other situations. She lets her hair back down, strands falling into faint curls around her shoulders.   “Ah, yes. I’d like some wine.” She responds a bit later than expected, offering another smile at him. 

“This is very different from your old place.” She then says, still looking at him, still smiling. “But I should have expected that. A lot of time has passed after all.”

[taekwoonx]

Taekwoon doesn’t totally feel quite at ease. He rarely let people enter his home. Actually, only two or three people had the chance to see his place during the past twenty years. He can’t help but feel more fragile when someone steps inside his private world. But if there was only one person who ever could walk through the room, that would be Ksenija. She always had been special to him, since the very first day. As he takes hold on her coat, he once again studies her face and the pretty features of hers. He could spend the night watching her and still not be bored. After all, he had all the eternity to enjoy the most little hints of joy his life could offer to him now. And he wasn’t in a hurry anymore. He knew years would pass, tirelessly, until… Well, he didn’t know yet how could die a Vampire, except from being killed by another creature and to be honest it wasn’t in his plans to get killed so he used to stay as far as possible from dangerous critters. He managed to survive quite smoothly until now and would do his best for that to keep on.

As he goes to serve two glasses of wine, he keeps observing her from the corner of the eye. He watches every of her reactions at the new place, knowing that it must be rather troubling. He wouldn’t have, himself, ever thought he could keep his own place so neat. His old human self was disordered. Becoming a vampire had changed some of his character traits, for this time, it was almost a relief. He was staying at home more than before and yet, he would put on a mess like he used to do before. Putting back every book on its shelf after he finished it, folding clothes carefully or storing his shoes in the right box. She seemed to enjoy the peace of the main room, or at least, he thought so. He came back with the drinks and handed one glass to her, before sitting in the armchair, looking at her with a smile.

He didn’t notice that her clothes weren’t fully dry, too focused on her eyes and smile, or the movement of her hair. He didn’t realize that he was staring at her too intensely, but he couldn’t refrain himself from doing it. He was, somehow and even though he wouldn’t have admitted it, afraid that she could suddenly disappear again. He would have an idea of where to seek after her, but still, he didn’t want her to go, not quite yet. He agreed, pressing his lips together. “Yes… Twenty years… Not only my flat changer but… I did too.” He guessed she had noticed by herself anyway. He wasn’t the same guy again, even if the essence of himself, inside, deep down, remained. He was just stronger, his emotions were unleashed most of the time, but he still enjoyed music, books, long strolls and he probably would forever stay a little shy at first.

He wondered if she was the same or if she changed too. After all, she had been a vampire for more than 150 years, few years more wouldn’t change her personality much. But he couldn’t tell, it felt like if nothing had changed between them but also, the feeling was different. There was something lingering in the air. He wasn’t sure, but it was probably his own suspicion. He wasn’t ready to fully trust her right away even though his heart was pushing him to open to her right away again.

He brought the glass to his lips and took a sip, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the taste. When he opened them, they laid on her again. After few seconds, he let the words out, asking those questions that were haunting him since too long. They could be summarised in one word: “Why?”.

[aryasel]

                          // [ᴀʟʟ] ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs, ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ғʟᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇʟɪᴅ, ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

               ᴛʜᴇɴ                                ᴅ̷̝ ̶͜ᴇ̴̣ ̶̰ᴀ̷̩ ̷̲ᴛ̸̬ ̸ͅʜ̴̧   

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                                                                 Iɟ ʎon pɐɹǝ    

[taekwoonx]

[taekwoonx]

Old feelings never die

[taekwoonx]

He has to admit that he doesn’t know what’s going inside her head. He barely can understand the feeling storming inside him. He studies her face, trying to get a hint of what to do. For now, all his anger left and he’s only happy to have found her back. But maybe this feeling is unrequited. After all, he knows nothing about her life now. She could be married with kids, for all he knows. So, despite the urge of feeling her closer than ever he feels, he pulls away, stroking her cheek a last time tenderly.

“I am sorry to have been violent. I… I…” The words die on his lips. He has so many things to tell her right now, but reality hits him again. They’re oustide, it’s raining and few people are looking at him, muttering together, probably about his outrageous behaviour towards a lady. “We should go somewhere else .I have many questions and… If you feel at ease to join me, I would like to ask them. Maybe, you can come to my place.”

He realized that he was still hungry, but at least, in his house he wouldn’t harm any innocent. He would have to behave with her but it would be fine. He had blood pack reserved for situations of crisis, and obviously that night was one of those.

Taekwoon bit his lower lip and looked at her with a curious shy smile. His life was empty, but just like he had thought previously, maybe hers wasn’t. “If you’re not waited… somewhere… At your home… Husband… Kids…” He was a bit incoherent. He didn’t want to face the truth. But if she had a fulfilled happy life, the sooner he knew, the better. He would have to move on for real this time, after getting his so wanted answers.

He carefully put back her coat on her shoulders to protect her a bit from the heavy drops. A thunderbolt lightened the area, revealing her eyes to him, reminding him how much he loved the hues of them. Any feeling of revenge had left him now. No matter what happened in the past, he knew he wouldn’t harm her purposely again. It probably was the sire bond speaking but mostly… It was love.

[serdtsa]

— To her, the air feels as if it’s vibrating. So many things, so many strange impressions, swirling in the air. Words, whispers of breaths and quiet, dormant, affection. She wants to stay like this for a little while longer. Because even though rage has been displayed only moments ago, broken her usual adamant facade down, she still feels safe when he’s there. Just like all those years ago. Because something about the way he looks at her when he pulls back tells her that he won’t harm her again.  She lets go of Taekwoon’s shirt when he caresses her cheek, her eyelids slanting for a brief moment. 

“Hush.” She utters quietly, offering up a small curl of red lips. “It’s alright. Don’t apologize.” She continues, eyeing him carefully for another few seconds. She does notice mumbling bypassers and if it weren’t for her wanting to avoid exposure, she would have gritted her teeth at them and hissed. Because they have no right to judge other people’s business. None at all. But she does send them an icy glare, hopefully settling some discomfort into the marrow of their bones. “Now is as good as ever isn’t it?” Ksenija says slowly, lips twisting in the faintest. She’s unsure wether she is ready for this or not. but it is indeed better to explain now, than trying to run away again. It only makes matters worse. 

“I’m not waited.” She shakes her head. “I live alone, aside from my cat, there’s no one else.” She offers another smile. She had truly forgotten how easy it was for her to speak with him. How sweet he actually is. “So there is nothing to worry about on that part. We have all the time we might need for this. And I would say we’d need quite a bit of it.” Slender fingers rub at her forehead, pushes wet hair back afterwards and tying them into a neat pony-tail. It’s the easiest way to keep herself from looking entirely perplexed. 

She remains still when he puts her coat back around her shoulders. It’s still warmer than the air around them, although a tad damp. It’s comfortable and she wraps it quite tightly around herself before scrambling to pick her purse up from the ground. She’ll have to have it cleaned properly and make sure it’s still in splendid condition. Or buy a new one, that might even be easier. 

Thunder rumbles above their heads and as lightning flashes, lighting the street up with white, she’s still watching him just as he is watching her. Those features, those eyes, haven’t changed at all, she reckons. And it still leaves her heart fluttering. 

[taekwoonx]

Like almost everyday since the past twenty years, Taekwoon feels ashamed. Once again, he lost his temper. Once again, his emotions controlled him. Usually, it ends up with the death of an innocent person. Maybe two. And this sly, cruel sensation, taking possession of all his sense. He can't remember a day without this feeling ruling his life. Guilt has become his best friend over the years. He would probably feel lost if it totally disappeared. And maybe even scared. Because this emotion reminds him very well that he once was a human, with good feelings, a good temper. A kind person and thanks to the dark emotions he still felt almost everyday, he wasn't entirely forgetting who he was and who he still wanted to be. He knew that it wouldn't last forever, but he was clinging on his last hint of humanity like if letting it go would be the most terrible thing that could happen to him.

This feeling of shame got slightly appeased as she hush him, quietly. Calm again, like she forever was. He always admired her for that. A storm could turn her world upside down, she would still take a breath, put her hair back in place and keep going just as if nothing had happened. She was classy, serene in any situation, when he was nervous and easily disconcerted. He had so many to learn from her, as much on a personal matter than about the vampire life. He wanted to learn to live in the sun, just like she did but also keep her calm facade no matter how dangerous the world was around her.

When he heard her words, euphoria slowly brought a smile on his lips. He quickly composed himself. She was alone. He found himself hoping that she was waiting for him, but he quickly chased the thought away. In twenty years, she probably had many lovers. And, after so many years feeling empty, Taekwoon felt an unknown sensation. He couldn't tell what it was, because it was new to him. Quickly analyzing the situation, the vampire realised that he was jealous. Jealous of supposed lovers that could have shared her life. Curiosity caught him off guard and he almost interviewed her about it. But he was too proud for that, and somehow, he hoped she would wonfessed about it by herself.

He listened to her, enjoyed the simple view of her taking care of her hair, crouching to grab her bag. He savored the sight of her slender body moving gracefully, the moon reflecting on her pale skin. He couldn't understand that no one never had a doubt about her. Her perfection was inhuman and everyone around her should have guessed she was more than the average mortal. But humans were stupid and they never tried looking further. They comforted themselves in their little boring life, too scared to live something extraordinary to even dare make a move.

When she seemed ready to follow him, he proposed his arm to her. The coddledstones were quite danregous and her heels were way too high for such a street. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt." What the irony, after how he just treated her. He was relieved that she seemingly accepter to answer his questions. As she said, they would need time for that, and obviously, he had all the time he wanted. Careful to not go too fast, he strolled back straight to his huge flat. One thing he could thank her for, was to have given him the chance to, him too, develop his business, which had become prosperous through the years as well. His house was everything but a home. It was white, cold, barely decorated. A huge ivory piano occupied the main room, with two sofa and an armchair. Few art objects were displayed around the room but we couldn't say that the space was warm and welcoming.

He took off his coat and showed his hand to collect hers. "Make yourself at home." He wanted to ask right away, but he still had some manners. "Do you want wine? I have quite a good wine collection." He stared a her, waiting her reaction to the place, which was clearly different from his small cosy and messy student flat.

[taekwoonx]

Old feelings never die

[serdtsa]

@taekwoonx

He knows, as soon as she speaks, that she’s telling the truth. It was her own decision. But it still doesn’t tell him why she decided to turn him. He needed to know. He had been eager to know since the day he woke up, thirsty for blood. He was alone, but he knew it was her who turned him. She had been the last person he saw, that night. He cringed as the memories overwhelmed him once again. He had spent the most wonderful night ever with her and she destroyed the memory of it. He had been that traumatized that he never got intimate with a girl ever since then, that was kind of pathetic. She couldn’t guess, obviously but if he could have blushed, his cheeks would be pink right now.

He realized that she was in pain, physically and mentally, his questions attacking her, again and again. He was torn, between his thirst of revenge and the love and care he felt for her. Slowly and very carefully, he put a lock of her hair behind her ear, let his fingers trail on her jawline, towards her chin, and tenderly lift it to sink his eyes into her.

“I loved you a lot” she said and he believed her. At least, he could know he hadn’t been only a toy and a distraction. Maybe he hadn’t been as important as she was for him, but he meant something. She cared about him. She loved him. That thought calmed him down instantly. He had still unanswered questions left, but he felt, for a brief moment, relieved and at peace with himself. All of this, their story, was real. Their love was real.

He realized that it was slowly starting to rain, but he couldn’t care less. The words were turning into his head and he couldn’t think about anything else. His other worries left him for a moment, he would have time later to ask her about the whole story, but at that very moment, all that matter was them. She was there, he could touch her, see her, he could feel her and take her scent. After all those years they were reunited and nothing else matter.

The time had stop for him, no matter what would have happened around them now, he wouldn’t notice. His attention was all on her. He checked carefully  that he didn’t leave trace on her throat, his chest clenching as he noticed the form of his fingers on her pale skin. He suddenly hated himself for not be able to control his anger. In more than 20 years, he couldn’t have tamed his wild feelings. But the irony there was that it was her fault for him to have become like that. It was easier to blame her than to face his own weakness. He leaned carefully and kissed her bruises tenderly, before pulling away, watching her reaction.

— The way he touches her still feels the same, and she doesn’t mind the way he puts her hair  back behind her ear. The way his fingers feel when they trail down her jawline. It’s a familiar sensation. Her eyes are staring right into his, her amber glow mixed with silvery patterns — speaking on the turmoil behind her still quite controlled exterior. She’s unsure how she should react to all of this. Hands close to shaking as he laces her own fingers together. There are too many things circulating in her head at that moment, seeing him. Inhaling his scent. After all these years, it’s more familiar than ever. She can’t help the way her head spins, she has been running from this for so long that she has barely given herself time to reflect over what she’d do if it actually happened. 

She continues to look at the sky above their heads as the droplets fall quicker, blinking away the ones who end up clinging to her eyelashes. She spends a moment like that, pondering over what words to speak. Without much progress, because there are no real words she could ever utter to be able to mend this. To make him understand. Because she doesn’t even understand it herself. She wishes she could hide against his chest again, like she used to back then. Because that comfort he had been able to give her couldn’t be compared to anything, not in the least. And she continues to deny all those small details to herself. But it’s getting harder with each moment he spends right infront of him like that. So close, but still so far away, in one sense.

Ksenija notices the way he focuses on her, watches her as if time has stopped. How his eyes wander down towards her throat. She knows she’s most likely bruised, but she ignores it for now. It’s something she can spend time agonizing over later. And besides, it’ll heal within a day or two. Maybe less. She doesn’t expect what follows. The sensation of lips against her skin has her eyes closing for a moment, fingers slow as they grab a hold of his shirt. The rain is pouring by now but she doesn’t care anymore. She hasn’t been out in the rain like this for a very long time. 

Hesitance, has her enveloped for another few seconds before she moves — resting her forehead against his shoulder. Still quiet. She wants to apologize, but she can’t find her voice anymore. Lips moving without sound. 

[taekwoonx]

He has to admit that he doesn't know what's going inside her head. He barely can understand the feeling storming inside him. He studies her face, trying to get a hint of what to do. For now, all his anger left and he's only happy to have found her back. But maybe this feeling is unrequited. After all, he knows nothing about her life now. She could be married with kids, for all he knows. So, despite the urge of feeling her closer than ever he feels, he pulls away, stroking her cheek a last time tenderly.

"I am sorry to have been violent. I... I..." The words die on his lips. He has so many things to tell her right now, but reality hits him again. They're oustide, it's raining and few people are looking at him, muttering together, probably about his outrageous behaviour towards a lady. "We should go somewhere else .I have many questions and... If you feel at ease to join me, I would like to ask them. Maybe, you can come to my place."

He realized that he was still hungry, but at least, in his house he wouldn't harm any innocent. He would have to behave with her but it would be fine. He had blood pack reserved for situations of crisis, and obviously that night was one of those.

Taekwoon bit his lower lip and looked at her with a curious shy smile. His life was empty, but just like he had thought previously, maybe hers wasn't. "If you're not waited... somewhere... At your home... Husband... Kids..." He was a bit incoherent. He didn't want to face the truth. But if she had a fulfilled happy life, the sooner he knew, the better. He would have to move on for real this time, after getting his so wanted answers.

He carefully put back her coat on her shoulders to protect her a bit from the heavy drops. A thunderbolt lightened the area, revealing her eyes to him, reminding him how much he loved the hues of them. Any feeling of revenge had left him now. No matter what happened in the past, he knew he wouldn't harm her purposely again. It probably was the sire bond speaking but mostly... It was love.

[taekwoonx]

Old feelings never die

[taekwoonx]

Taekwoon scrutinize her face features. She still just as perfect as in his memories. Thin lines, graceful. Her pale skin is like in his memories : absolutely flawless. She still the gorgeous woman he fell in love with, time didn’t act on her. But this beauty is now tarnished by her despicable actions and he feels like he’ll never be able to forgive her if he doesn’t get at least a reason. A good justification telling him why she turned him and also, and that was what was hurting the most, why she abandonned him. Do all vampires act that way? He highly doubted it. He never turned anyone so far but he knew, deep down, that he wouldn’t leave his descendant alone with no explanations. He still had a heart, even though the last memories of it were slowly deserting him.

He noticed her fear and he felt satisfaction worming inside him. A light smirk appeared on his face, even though his eyes still reflected sadness. She was way older than him, she made him, and yet, she was afraid. She was aknowledging his power. The body reaction she expressed when he called by her nickname made him realize that maybe he had meant something to her, but he needed to hear it out loud.

When she spoke, his rage unleashed again, he took the few steps between them and caught her at the throat, pinning her against the nearest wall, almost lifting her from the ground. His face was an inch from hers, staring intensely at her, all trace of sadness missing.

“That’s your excuse? You did what you had to do? You had to turn me and abandon me? Someone forced you to? Someone threatened you?” He released her throat and grabbed her by the arms, above her elbows and pinned her against the wall again. “Answer me! Did someone forced you or was I a toy you were tired to play with? You needed a way to get rid of me? Did you…” He looked at her once again and whispered: “Did you ever love me? Or were those words lies?” His next move would probably depends on her replies now, but the way he was treating her now wouldn’t probably help to have an honest conversation so he released her, but stayed there, facing her. He wouldn’t let her go without a proper answer, he laid his hands apart from her, blocking her way as he asked again, in a deep voice: “Tell me.”

[serdtsa]

    – She is so used to breathing easy. Now her world is being turned upside down. She has been fleeing from this ever since that day. The slightest hint of a familiar scent and she has run the other way. Avoiding everything that could possibly slip through the cracks of the walls she has built up around herself. Because there has never been anyone else after that. After them. She hasn’t let anyone else come that close. Because it is not in her nature. Not at all. Taekwoon was an exception and pretending that she doesn’t care about him — about what happened, is impossible. Because never, has her heart been as moved as it was by him. And it probably never will be. He is not her first love, but he is the only love that has felt real. 

The way his fingers feel around her throat is strange, brick against her back feels strange too. And the need to breathe is slowly making her fall into something similar to panic. She doesn’t need to breathe, she reminds herself, but it is still a basic instinct, and she claws at his hands with her own slender fingers to try to get him to let go. Her eyes don’t cower however, and Ksenija looks right back into his intense hues. Her hair has fallen into her face, hands slowly stopping their motions and she gives in. It hurts, it really does. And it’s the first time she has felt pain in at least ten years. It ignites fire in her veins again, as if she’s regaining lost knowledge about being alive. 

When he lets her go, even if it’s only brief, she almost stumbles forward, only to end up with her back against the wall again. She curses her choice of heels, coat dropping from her shoulders and purse long forgotten by her feet. So many questions, so many words. Her head is spinning, because none of that is true. Those statements are false. Nobody threatened her, nobody forced her to do anything. “No.” She says quietly, finally looking away from him when her walls begin to cave. “Nobody forced me to do anything.” Her entire frame is shaking, chest heaving as she looks back at him. Hues practically glowing. “But I did love you.” She whispers, pushing her hair back when he lets her go. She stands more steadily this time. “I loved you a lot.” She continues. “But it ruined everything. And I guess that’s why we are here like this now.” She grows quiet after that, eyes slowly turned up towards the sky as droplets begin to fall from heavy clouds. 

[taekwoonx]

He knows, as soon as she speaks, that she's telling the truth. It was her own decision. But it still doesn't tell him why she decided to turn him. He needed to know. He had been eager to know since the day he woke up, thirsty for blood. He was alone, but he knew it was her who turned him. She had been the last person he saw, that night. He cringed as the memories overwhelmed him once again. He had spent the most wonderful night ever with her and she destroyed the memory of it. He had been that traumatized that he never got intimate with a girl ever since then, that was kind of pathetic. She couldn't guess, obviously but if he could have blushed, his cheeks would be pink right now.

He realized that she was in pain, physically and mentally, his questions attacking her, again and again. He was torn, between his thirst of revenge and the love and care he felt for her. Slowly and very carefully, he put a lock of her hair behind her ear, let his fingers trail on her jawline, towards her chin, and tenderly lift it to sink his eyes into her.

"I loved you a lot" she said and he believed her. At least, he could know he hadn't been only a toy and a distraction. Maybe he hadn't been as important as she was for him, but he meant something. She cared about him. She loved him. That thought calmed him down instantly. He had still unanswered questions left, but he felt, for a brief moment, relieved and at peace with himself. All of this, their story, was real. Their love was real.

He realized that it was slowly starting to rain, but he couldn't care less. The words were turning into his head and he couldn't think about anything else. His other worries left him for a moment, he would have time later to ask her about the whole story, but at that very moment, all that matter was them. She was there, he could touch her, see her, he could feel her and take her scent. After all those years they were reunited and nothing else matter.

The time had stop for him, no matter what would have happened around them now, he wouldn't notice. His attention was all on her. He checked carefully  that he didn't leave trace on her throat, his chest clenching as he noticed the form of his fingers on her pale skin. He suddenly hated himself for not be able to control his anger. In more than 20 years, he couldn't have tamed his wild feelings. But the irony there was that it was her fault for him to have become like that. It was easier to blame her than to face his own weakness. He leaned carefully and kissed her bruises tenderly, before pulling away, watching her reaction.

[taekwoonx]

Old feelings never die

[taekwoonx]

Acquaintance… The word somehow hurt him. She was way more than an acquaintance to him but after all those years, obviously, he meant nothing more to her. Despite all the hatred he felt for her, she would never be an acquaintance for him. She was first of all, his maker. He could feel a special bond, growing back now that he was facing her. And most of all, she was and had always been the love of his life, despite how she treated him in the past. That’s how weak he was and suddenly, he realized that attacking her, killing her… That would never happen. But he wouldn’t let her know. Not quite yet. He was full of anger and he needed answers. He still wanted her to suffer, like he suffered. He spent years looking after her and actually she was just there. He thought she had left or cast a magic spell to be invisible to him. He had imagined so many unrealistic, crazy and stupid scenario… But obviously, she wasn’t caring about him enough to try to even escape him. His dark eyes weren’t leaving hers, he stopped growling, but his fangs didn’t disappear. He probably looked terrifying, even to another vampire, because animosity was pouring from all of his pores. He would have to calm down if he wanted to have a discussion with her but the vision was too painful and he couldn’t think straight for now. “Acquaintance? You ruined my life…” He spoke slowly. Rage exuding with each word. “You made me a monster. You left me. You left me without a word, you left me in pain and lost in a world I didn’t know. You lied to me for months. I can’t even look straight at you without wanting to kill you. I am going to kill you. No matter how long it will take. You’ll suffer just as much as I suffered.” He couldn’t stop, just pourring his pain, sadness, his bitterness. He wanted her to feel bad for what she had done. “Did you ever feel in pain for what you did to me? Do you even regret breaking my heart? I Loved you, Kse. I fell for you and you broke me into millions pieces.” His voice broke, all his ramparts, the shield he built to protect himself fell off. He was helpless. A little boy again. All the memories were surfacing him and he wasn’t ready to face them. Anger left space to sadness and the expression of his face changed, as he repeated, in a broken voice : “I was in love with you Kse…”. And he had to face it now, he was still deeply and madly in love with her.

[serdtsa]

    —Her choice of words isn’t the best. She is sure. But she can’t come up with a better way to phrase it to her. Because what he is to her, is still unknown these days. She has thought about it, especially during those late nights she spends alone. She still recalls his sweet demeanour, the way he could always make her laugh. Even though she has made it very clear to herself that he has moved on, and it is what she believes, there’s still memories that she comes to treasure now and then. He still is, and always will be part of her life in one way or another. Wether as a memory or a presence. She can’t erase him, and she doesn’t want to either. 

But he’s so different like this. Still beautiful. But different.  His aura threatening and anger so obviously displayed in the dark of his eyes. She remembers him as kind, not like this. Ksenija is aware, that it is indeed her doings, most likely.  She has had a lot of time to process it, her leaving without warning. And the guilt that had been there at first has slowly faded, But seeing him like this, still has her stomach twisting. It’s unlike her, very much so. But love always changes people. Without a doubt. 

There is rage laced with every word he speaks, and she takes the smallest of steps backwards. It’s instinctive, really. Mainly because during her human years, she experienced a lot of anger. mostly from men, rejected for her own benefits. It wasn’t an easy time, escaping with bruises and tears. But she got through it back then and she can definitely get through it now, if she’d have to stand up for herself like that. But Taekwoon’s words still hurt, hearing her nickname fall from his lips still makes her hunch. But she doesn’t take her eyes away from him, not for a single moment. If anything, when rage slowly turns into sadness, in the likes of pure despair, it only makes things worse. How does she answer to such accusations? To words she won’t admit are actually true? 

“I did what I had to do.” 

She states calmly, arms crossing over her chest. She’s struggling to seem as stone-hearted as she wants to be, it shows in the way her eyes continuously wander now when she has to speak on her own part. 

[taekwoonx]

Taekwoon scrutinize her face features. She still just as perfect as in his memories. Thin lines, graceful. Her pale skin is like in his memories : absolutely flawless. She still the gorgeous woman he fell in love with, time didn't act on her. But this beauty is now tarnished by her despicable actions and he feels like he'll never be able to forgive her if he doesn't get at least a reason. A good justification telling him why she turned him and also, and that was what was hurting the most, why she abandonned him. Do all vampires act that way? He highly doubted it. He never turned anyone so far but he knew, deep down, that he wouldn't leave his descendant alone with no explanations. He still had a heart, even though the last memories of it were slowly deserting him.

He noticed her fear and he felt satisfaction worming inside him. A light smirk appeared on his face, even though his eyes still reflected sadness. She was way older than him, she made him, and yet, she was afraid. She was aknowledging his power. The body reaction she expressed when he called by her nickname made him realize that maybe he had meant something to her, but he needed to hear it out loud.

When she spoke, his rage unleashed again, he took the few steps between them and caught her at the throat, pinning her against the nearest wall, almost lifting her from the ground. His face was an inch from hers, staring intensely at her, all trace of sadness missing.

"That's your excuse? You did what you had to do? You had to turn me and abandon me? Someone forced you to? Someone threatened you?" He released her throat and grabbed her by the arms, above her elbows and pinned her against the wall again. "Answer me! Did someone forced you or was I a toy you were tired to play with? You needed a way to get rid of me? Did you..." He looked at her once again and whispered: "Did you ever love me? Or were those words lies?" His next move would probably depends on her replies now, but the way he was treating her now wouldn't probably help to have an honest conversation so he released her, but stayed there, facing her. He wouldn't let her go without a proper answer, he laid his hands apart from her, blocking her way as he asked again, in a deep voice: "Tell me."

[taekwoonx]

Old feelings never die

[taekwoonx]

The few words he heard confirmed his thoughts : she still was a business woman. And from what he could hear, a truly successful one. In the past, she had shown how far she wanted to go. How much power she wanted. Her own prosperous company. She must have been satisfied and yet, he could guess she wouldn’t stop and she would keep extend her power everywhere in the world. 

But that wasn’t the most crucial fact he remembered about her. What was popping into his mind right now, is that, despite all the bussiness and power side, she was a kind hearted person who took care of him. Well, to some extend. Thinking about how she left him, a deep crazy rage filled him. Unfortunately, he usually lost his temper easily when anger overwhelmed him. His fangs appeared without preventing and he growled. Luckily, the streets were empty. He wanted to sink them into her throat, to snatch her skin, tear her apart and leave her agonizing on the ground. But he couldn’t. He had too many unanswered questions in his mind. And he also had probably no chance against her.

[serdtsa]

     —She is well aware of what she has done to him. Knows it more than well and one part of her actually regrets it. But she won’t own up to it. Ever. She has made herself out to be a woman of high standards, very much so. And she’s arrogant beyond like these days. Because she can be, and she has always been. When you’ve lead your entire life hearing about your beauty and grace, it is hard not to take that to heart, no? 

Though she is reminded of her own cruelty once again when he grows at her. But she doesn’t back away. Instead her brows lower, slender fingers moving through soft strands of dark hair,pushing them behind her ears to clear her view.  A bit on edge of course, simply because she’s unsure of what to expect. After so many years, he could have changed a lot, in contrast to her. 

“What a way to greet an acquaintance.” She then says, prodding a finger at her own lower lip. Her voice is a bit softer and not carrying her usual sting. Calm and collected exterior, even though there is a slight hint of worry in her chest. 

[taekwoonx]

Acquaintance... The word somehow hurt him. She was way more than an acquaintance to him but after all those years, obviously, he meant nothing more to her. Despite all the hatred he felt for her, she would never be an acquaintance for him. She was first of all, his maker. He could feel a special bond, growing back now that he was facing her. And most of all, she was and had always been the love of his life, despite how she treated him in the past. That’s how weak he was and suddenly, he realized that attacking her, killing her... That would never happen. But he wouldn’t let her know. Not quite yet. He was full of anger and he needed answers. He still wanted her to suffer, like he suffered. He spent years looking after her and actually she was just there. He thought she had left or cast a magic spell to be invisible to him. He had imagined so many unrealistic, crazy and stupid scenario... But obviously, she wasn’t caring about him enough to try to even escape him. His dark eyes weren’t leaving hers, he stopped growling, but his fangs didn’t disappear. He probably looked terrifying, even to another vampire, because animosity was pouring from all of his pores. He would have to calm down if he wanted to have a discussion with her but the vision was too painful and he couldn’t think straight for now. “Acquaintance? You ruined my life...” He spoke slowly. Rage exuding with each word. “You made me a monster. You left me. You left me without a word, you left me in pain and lost in a world I didn’t know. You lied to me for months. I can’t even look straight at you without wanting to kill you. I am going to kill you. No matter how long it will take. You’ll suffer just as much as I suffered.” He couldn’t stop, just pourring his pain, sadness, his bitterness. He wanted her to feel bad for what she had done. “Did you ever feel in pain for what you did to me? Do you even regret breaking my heart? I Loved you, Kse. I fell for you and you broke me into millions pieces.” His voice broke, all his ramparts, the shield he built to protect himself fell off. He was helpless. A little boy again. All the memories were surfacing him and he wasn’t ready to face them. Anger left space to sadness and the expression of his face changed, as he repeated, in a broken voice : “I was in love with you Kse...”. And he had to face it now, he was still deeply and madly in love with her.

[taekwoonx]

Old feelings never die

It has been 40 years since last time he saw her and yet, the memory of her face was never fully leaving his mind. The feelings he had for her were screwed up. He couldn’t tell how he would react if he saw her. Would he feel the urge to destroy her for all the atrocities, the wickedness, the loneliness and bad times he had been through because of her? Or would all the love he had deeply felt for her resurface and overwhelm him? He couldn’t tell and somehow, he hoped to never cross her path ever again so he wouldn’t have to answer the question. But life was funny. Even if funny wasn’t the exact word he would have used. “Pain in the ass” would fit more, in his opinion. He felt her presence even before seeing her. He knew he would have recognized her. She wouldn’t have aged, but moreover, he would recognize her scent, the essence of what was making her… her. And he did. The aura of her presence almost made him suffocate. Seeing her now couldn’t be more a bad timing. He hadn’t fed since few days, it was late and all he wanted was blood on his lips. Not seeing the girl that turned him into a monster years ago. He grit his teeth. He wanted to leave. But he wasn’t a coward and also… He wanted… needed to see her. He turned on his heels and faced her, standing still, his cold eyes staring at her.

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[serdtsa]

    — The past few yeas have been kind to her indeed. Her business has bloomed many times over, and continues to blossom with growing popularity and contracts with new resellers. She has turned into quite a businesswoman over the years, still with the same attitude as previously of course, but no longer spending her extra time on teaching ballet and living for her dancing like she used to. Because there is no extra time anymore. Not ever. She misses it, she can admit to that, but her life is as perfect as she wants it to be. Business, connections, money and power. Everything acquired and accounted for. She sees herself in need of nothing else. “No. The issue at hand isn’t a large one. It’s a small copyright issue, and I want them to acknowledge it…It’s my brand they’re using for something that isn’t mine, and I want it taken off the market right away.” Her voice is firm, fingers clutched tightly around her phone. Jihoon is sighing on the other end. But she knows he’ll get the job done. He always does. He is the best lawyer she knows in the end. 

She draws a breath, about to hit another counter strike with words when she suddenly stops. Words dying in her throat, lips parting without sound. She hasn’t seen him in 40 years, never expecting to see him now of all times. Here, of all places. It has her stunned for a sliver of a second. “I’ll call you back.” She says before ending the call and slipping her phone into the pocket of her black jeans. His eyes are cold, different from how she recalls them. It has her a bit on edge, her own hues of amber lingering by familiar features. But she doesn’t say a word, not yet. 

[taekwoonx]

The few words he heard confirmed his thoughts : she still was a business woman. And from what he could hear, a truly successful one. In the past, she had shown how far she wanted to go. How much power she wanted. Her own prosperous company. She must have been satisfied and yet, he could guess she wouldn’t stop and she would keep extend her power everywhere in the world. But that wasn’t the most crucial fact he remembered about her. What was popping into his mind right now, is that, despite all the bussiness and power side, she was a kind hearted person who took care of him. Well, to some extend. Thinking about how she left him, a deep crazy rage filled him. Unfortunately, he usually lost his temper easily when anger overwhelmed him. His fangs appeared without preventing and he growled. Luckily, the streets were empty. He wanted to sink them into her throat, to snatch her skin, tear her apart and leave her agonizing on the ground. But he couldn’t. He had too many unanswered questions in his mind. And he also had probably no chance against her.

[taekwoonx]

Old feelings never die

It has been 40 years since last time he saw her and yet, the memory of her face was never fully leaving his mind. The feelings he had for her were screwed up. He couldn’t tell how he would react if he saw her. Would he feel the urge to destroy her for all the atrocities, the wickedness, the loneliness and bad times he had been through because of her? Or would all the love he had deeply felt for her resurface and overwhelm him? He couldn’t tell and somehow, he hoped to never cross her path ever again so he wouldn’t have to answer the question. But life was funny. Even if funny wasn’t the exact word he would have used. “Pain in the ass” would fit more, in his opinion. He felt her presence even before seeing her. He knew he would have recognized her. She wouldn’t have aged, but moreover, he would recognize her scent, the essence of what was making her... her. And he did. The aura of her presence almost made him suffocate. Seeing her now couldn’t be more a bad timing. He hadn’t fed since few days, it was late and all he wanted was blood on his lips. Not seeing the girl that turned him into a monster years ago. He grit his teeth. He wanted to leave. But he wasn’t a coward and also... He wanted... needed to see her. He turned on his heels and faced her, standing still, his cold eyes staring at her.

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[taekwoonx]

I know I disappear often and for like forever everytime but if anyone want to go back to our thread and that I didn’t reply, please just hit me up. Besides, if you wanna plot, I’m open hehe Thank you and sorry to disappear often :/

[taekwoonx]

René and Taekwoon. Please Lead Me

[taekwoonx]

Taekwoon wasn’t sure that his letter reached its addressee and he had hid that thought somewhere in his mind, not thinking about it anymore. If he had gaven too much attention to it, it would have driven him insane. Patience wasn’t one of his virtue, despite the fact that it would be really convenient for a vampire to possess it. After all, he was going to live for a quite huge amount of time and being patient wouldn’t be worthless. 

When the vampire spoke to him, Taekwoon got surprised. But what surprised him the most was that indeed, he had been surprised. He was starting to get better and better at hearing and feeling people approaching him. That aptitude obviously applied only to humans and younger vampires. René was one of the oldest or maybe even the oldest. Of course had he mastered his ability to reach his prey silently and discreetly. No one other that him could be so discreet. And that was one of the reason Taekwoon admired him for. Witnessing it in person made him thrilled. Of course, he did his best to hide it, knowing that probably every and each of his reaction weren’t invisible for the man in front of him. The quicked he admitted it, the better. Hiding from René was useless. The guy probably could read his deepest thoughts anyway. Taekwoon frowned. Yes, he needed help. But what in his behaviour right now showed the other what kind of help he needed? He looked around. He wasn’t killing anyone at the moment, just living peacefully and enjoying the night at home. He reached out a hand for the older one, not knowing how he had to greet him. But he thought it was the most respectful way, so he gave a try. “I did. I am pleased and surprised that you made the way until my place.” He was thankful already that the guy payed attention to him to the point he came to see him. He wasn’t hoping that much. “I hope you didn’t get offended that I read about you and your history as much as I could.” He sounded like a fanatic and the thought desespaired him.

[renexead]

Though a hand is offered to him to shake, René does not take it. Instead he threads his own fingers together and steps past the boy towards his sofa. Pushing back the tails of his jacket and tugging up the thighs of his trousers the vampire takes a seat. “Ah, I suppose a little of me is littered around history here and there…” He muses, laying an arm over the back of the sofa, whilst one leg lays over the other. Setting his eyes on the boy again he studies him for a moment, eyes lowering down his form as he hums. “What is it that you want, Taekwoon?” His eyes again gaze around his room, wondering if he can see any clue as to why the boy had asked for him.

[taekwoonx]

Taekwoon knew since the first day he became a vampire that he would need help to control his urges. But day after day, he pushed this eventuality away, not ready to express it loudly to anyone else. Especially not to other vampires. But lately, he realized that it was becoming troubles, for him and for the innocent people he was killing. He didn’t know if René was the right person for that, but he was really powerful and he probably would help Taekwoon a way or another. Taekwoon chose the armchair and sat, facing the older. He decided to not hide anything, if he wanted to get help, lying wouldn’t be wise. “I need... I need to learn how to control my urges. For blood.”