Next thing San knew he was in a seperate, much smaller, room with Taemin. And Seonghwa. He had protested against the werewolf joining them but Seonghwa was stubborn. That coupled with the fact he was tired of being left in the dark so often. He'd find out his own answers regardless of if San wanted him to know or not.

"Please, take off your shoes before you enter" Taemin asks in calm voice once they walk past the bead curtains to a private room where they could talk. The room looked like where he likely practices his magic. It had a very spiritual look about it. Symbols and strange texts in large tapestries hung on the walls. There was incense burning in all four corners of the room. Colorful mats lined the floor. Different bizarre looking relics and figurines were on a wooden table. There was a zen low table in the middle of the room with small chairs around it.

San and Seonghwa obeys, taking off their shoes at the entrance and nervously shuffling in. San watches as Taemin takes his jacket, a white and black leather material, from the chair it was draped on and throws it on. "So where are you from, San?" Taemin asks as he goes to sit down in the zen table.

"Lloth" He says, unsure if he's supposed to sit down as well or wait by the entrance.

Taemin hums in understanding and reaches for a small drawer underneath the table and whips out a blunt. He places it between his lips and it instantly lights up without the need of a lighter. Seonghwa looks at him, a little taken back but had to remind himself he's a really powerful werewolf-witch. "Are we going to have a conversation from across the room or are you going to come sit" He looks up at them, a kind of calm yet teasing look in his eyes.

San immediately goes to sit across from him and Seonghwa sits beside San. "This place is.. different from the rest of Boulia. There's a lot of vampires here. Why is that?" It was San's turn to ask a question.

Taemin leans forward a little, eyes locked with San's. "Good question. And the answer's simple—Rowdows Covert is a city for everyone. When we founded this place I knew I wanted somewhere anyone could live comfortably. No discrimination. No fighting or wars. Just parties, drugs and.. sex" He giggles at the last bit.

San just swallows hard at his answer. "You said 'we founded this place', who's we?" He pushes, curiosity tickling the back of his mind.

"My pack. You already met 2 of them, Jiyoung and Chaelin, they led you here. The other 3 were in the room with me. Hyuna and the twins, Kibum and Irene. All half werewolves"

"And the woman with the long hair, Chaelin, she's the alpha?" Seonghwa pipes up for first time. Taemin shifts his gaze to him and grins before taking another drag of the blunt.

"We're all alphas" He says.

Seonghwa furrows his brows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"We're a pack of alphas. Chaelin and Jiyoung, half vampires, the twins are half faeries, Hyuna's half pixie and well.. you already know about me. We live in a world where everything is so black and white. You're a vampire or your werewolf. You're good or you're bad. It's all so tiring" He whines. "Which is why I've stayed out of the war this long. I'm not interested in any of that vampires vs werewolves bullshit"

San opens his mouth to ask another question but Taemin beats him to it. "But enough about me. You're starving and yet you haven't said anything. How rude of me" He snaps his finger and within seconds a young male comes sauntering in, completely shirtless. His pants hung low on his hips. His long brown hair pulled up in a messy bun. Facial structure angular and sharp like a statue.

"Vincent our guest is hungry" Taemin gestures at San. Vincent smiles softly, his lips curling up and he makes his way to San, sitting beside him. He shifts close to San and turns his head to the side. San was confused and he didn't understand what was happening until Vincent angles his neck to him, waiting.

San quickly snaps his head back to Taemin, eyes widened a little and cheeks heating up. "I'm not- I c-can't do that" How could he even tell I'm hungry?

Taemin frowns a little, genuine confusion etched on his face. "Why not? Do you prefer women? I can have Ying in here. I've heard her blood is quite the spectacle"

"No I mean.." He didn't know what to say. He could feel Seonghwa's eyes on him and he could only imagine the look he had on his face. Probably disgust. "Do you have any.. bags? I don't drink from people" He struggles to say.

Taemin looks at him for a few long seconds and nearly bursts into laughter. He tries to hold it in but wasn't successful. "Blood bags? Oh you poor thing. There's no such thing here, babe. You don't have to worry about killing him. He's under my protection spell, which means he'll be fine."

San glances at Seonghwa uncomfortably and the werewolf looks away, eyes trained on his hands. Taemin glances between the two males. "There's obviously some unresolved tension here" Taemin couldn't help but giggle. "You can you go in the corner if it makes it less awkward"

San shakes his head. He didn't care anymore. He didn't care if Seonghwa was repulsed by him. He didn't care if he hated him for lying. If he truly didn't want to be here, he would've left. He wasn't going to torment himself anymore. His vampire features slowly develop, veins weaving around his eyes and fangs now protruding past his lips.

With that he roughly takes Vincent and bites him hard, letting his hunger take over. Vincent moans lowly falling and leaning on San's thigh to keep himself up.

Seonghwa flinches beside San and felt his mouth go dry. But he sneaks a look at the feeding vampire and bit down on his lip. Because upon looking at the scene he wasn't disgusted like he thought he would. No, he was kind of aroused. He could see the blood drip down San's chin as he drank roughly. His hand holding the other side of Vincent's neck firmly. Vincent had his eyes shut and mouth slightly parted as he held San's arm loosely.

The scene was oddly erotic. He looks away eyes widened a little. What the hell is wrong with me?

What was only a minute or so but felt like an eternity, San pulls back. Vincent nearly falls on San's thigh weak from the lack of blood and support. But just like Taemin's spell was designed he almost immediately began regaining his strength back and he sits up straight waiting for his next order. A never-ending supply of fresh blood.

"Done already? You're welcome to drink as much as you like" Taemin comments with a small trace of amusement in his tone.

"I'm ok for now" San mutters wiping his lips with his sleeve creating a red stain on the coat Seonghwa lended him back in his house. Though he'd be lying if he said he didn't want more.

"You may leave" Taemin says to Vincent and the male nods then stands up to leave. Blood from the bite mark on his neck trickling down his collarbone slowly.

The three were alone again. "Hwasa gave you her celestial stone?" Taemin gets right to the point, eyes locked with San's.

"Yeah" He digs into his pocket once more for the gem of a stone. And at this point, maybe his key to seeing Wooyoung again. He lifts it up for Taemin to see and the witch doesn't try reaching for it like he did the first time.

"What is it anyways?" San eyes it and even in the dim lighting of the room he could still see it shimmer ever so slightly I'm his hand.

"Bit of a long story. But it's something we all have" He says as he sits up a little, revealing a thin leather waist chain around his lower stomach with the several different 'charms' like coral beads, animal teeth, and smaller beads. But what particularly stood out was the dark purple stone with a similar engraving on it as the red one. "And by we I mean my pack"

"But Hwasa isn't a werewolf.."

"Like I said, long story. Anyways you were looking for me. Now you have me" Taemin raises a brow at him as he takes another drag of his blunt.

San swallows hard because to be frank, he was stalling. He was stalling because he knew he'd have to explain to not only Taemin but also Seonghwa, that he wants to resurrect his dead lover. The same Seonghwa he'd been distracting himself with for the last couple days. He knew the werewolf would be crushed on top of the ten other things he lied to him about.

And it's not like prolonging it would make it hurt any less. So he sucks in a deep breath and glances at Seonghwa, who at this point was practically a mannequin. He hadn't moved or said much, just kept his head down and eyes fixed on the table.

"I want you to do a revival spell"

A silence rings in his ears afterwards, if it wasn't for the faint chatting and laughter going on in the other room it would've been as quiet as a graveyard. Taemin shoots him an incredulous look which slowly turned into amusement when he saw that San was being serious and finally laughter.

He doubles over, leaning on the table and nearly dropping the roll up held loosely between his fingers. San furrows his brows at how unserious he's being."What exactly is so funny?"

"You want me to do a what spell?" His laughter dies down and he wipes the tears from the corner of his eyes.

"A revival spell" San repeats, sitting up straighter and voice a bit more firm.

Taemin just stared at him, lips still curved up ever so slightly in a thoroughly amused smile. "Surely you know I can't just 'revive' anyone on a whim just because you say please. Which, by the way, you didn't"

San bites his inner cheek and takes a deep breath. "Please" He adds, his head dipping forward and eyes fixed on his hands which still had dried blood and dirt on them.

"Who are you reviving?" Taemin asks, his voice sounding a bit more serious.

San looks up expecting him to burst into laughter again but the werewolf witch looks back at him, his gaze strong and nearly all traces of amusement gone. But San hesitates.

"The guy I fell in love with. He was killed by his own father" He eventually says in one breath. Seonghwa stiffens next to him. San didn't think that was even possible seeing as he was already pretty much a statue before his last sentence.

But still, he doesn't say anything. Keeping quiet and making minimal movements. San found it hard to gauge his reaction but he knew one thing for sure. He was confused and probably heartbroken. And do I blame him? I'd be gutted if this was how I found out the guy I kinda liked was trying to revive an ex lover.

San bit down his lips hard and dug his thumb in his palm.

"And..." Taemin's voice breaks San out of his thoughts. "..this guy you're talking about, he's a drow-vampire?"

San shakes his head no. "Just vampire"

Taemin then heaves out a long sigh, leans back a bit and chuckles a little as he runs his hand through his dark disheveled hair. "Well like I said I can't just will someone back to life when I feel like it. I'm just one man not a god. A spell like that is... very complicated. And if not done right the consequences can be disastrous"

"Hwasa said you could help me" San says, his voice rising in protest. "I didn't come all the way here, risking my life as a vampire on werewolf country to take that as an answer" His eyes were fierce. One way or another he was going to leave here with Wooyoung and that's that.

"Slow down" Taemin raises his hands in mock surrender. "It'll be hard but.. I'll help you. But only because Hwasa sent you directly to me"

San couldn't help the small smile that stretches on his lips at that. The corner of Taemin's lips tugs up as well. "You should smile more, it suites you"

San's smile dissolves away at that and he scowls at the witch. That made Taemin laugh. "I'll need to few hours to prepare for the spell. Probably won't be ready till the afternoon"

The sound of loud laughter and cheering comes from the other room and San is reminded that they were in a night club. "Ok. Do what you need to. Not like I have anywhere else to be"

Taemin hums. "What's his name? Your lover I mean"

San looks at him tentatively. I should be honest, no more lying. "Wooyoung"

Taemin didn't make the connection that the Wooyoung he's referring to is the late vampire prince so he simply nods slowly. "Do you have anything belonging to him? A lock of hair? Clothing?"

"No?" San gets worried. He hadn't thought of that.

"That's fine. Your blood will have to do. I can reach him through your link with him. It won't be as strong but it's possible" He says nonchalantly as he puts out his blunt and places it in the tray it was prior. Then he pulls himself to his feet and makes his way to a table across the room, his back to them.

San takes this opportunity to take a deep breath and control his racing thoughts. Is this really gonna happen? He couldn't count how many times he had day dreamt of bringing Wooyoung back and now.. it's finally going to happen. Just like that.

He looks over at Seonghwa and the werewolf looked to be in his own world entirely. His eyes glazed over as he stared off at nothing. San swallows the lump in his throat. "You haven't really said much" He says lightheartedly but anyone could tell it was obviously forced.

Seonghwa blinks several times before turning his head towards him. "What do you want me to say?" He says, his voice so calm it sent a chill down his spine. But he wasn't angry. Or rather San couldn't tell if he was angry. But he was too relaxed about everything he'd just learned. It confused San.

Before he could respond Taemin returns back to the small zen table with a mini wooden bowl, a knife, some relics, an unkown powder and who knows what else. San of course was no stranger to magic but the kind of magic witches practice was unknown territory to him. "I need to locate his consciousness first. Then we can move on to finding a suitable body his soul can inhabit-"

"Wait huh?" San cuts him off.

Taemin arches a brow. "Unless you have his original body all I can do is bring back his soul and put it into a vessel"

But he didn't want Wooyoung in a "vessel", whatever that meant. He wanted Wooyoung in his own body. He wanted to feel his warmth against his skin. His silky smooth black hair and soft pale skin.

"We'll get there when we get there" Taemin reassures him. "First I need to find him. I'll need your blood" He raises a hand towards San waiting for him to place his own hand in the witch's palm, a knife held loosely in Taemin's other hand.

San begrudgingly places his hand in Taemin's. Taemin then presses the tip of the knife against the middle of his palm until it tears through his flesh and he drags it down a little to create a bigger flow of blood. San winces but he goes along with it. His blood drips into the bowl slowly and his squeeze his hand into a fist to quicken it seeing as the wound was already beginning to close.

"Alright, that should be enough" Taemin looks into into bowl, swirling the red liquid around a bit. San watches as he began setting up some stones on the table in a pattern followed by taking a fistful of the powder/sand substance and drawing a circle around the stones.

He begins muttering some chants under his breath in a language he had never heard of before. He knew a vast majority of languages and dialects but this was completely foreign to him. He continues muttering incomprehensible sentences as he sets up for the soul location spell.

He dips his finger in the bowl and now paints each and everyone of the small stone with San's blood. "Il lo utal ali ut ir kiral ali kir win lile, drial aln eipal.."

What felt like forever Taemin closes his eyes and tries to concentrate while still continuing on his chanting. San could tell something was wrong.

Taemin furrows his brows in confusion and takes a deep breath, chanting louder. Finally he shakes his head in defeat, snapping his eyes open. "I can't find him"

San felt his heart quiver. After getting his hopes up so high only to have them crushed. Again. "W-what do you mean?"

"I mean I literally can't find him. If he's dead then I should be able to reach his consciousness but.. there's nothing there" Taemin looks just as confused. He begins chanting again a different string of words still foreign to San.

San nervously wringes his hands under the table. Please. Please. Please. He mentally pleaded to any being out there that could help. He feels Seonghwa's hand clasp over both of his his under the table. Out of surprise he snaps his head towards the taller male who still sat straight, his head facing forward and avoiding his gaze.

San just silently takes his hand in his own and Seonghwa gives him a small squeeze before retracting his hand. Needless to say, his comforting touch definitely helped a little.

"He's alive" Taemin exclaims, his voice loud and abrupt. "That's why I can't find his consciousness" He looks at San with gleaming eyes.

San's brows furrows. "Stop fucking with me. This isn't funny". His heart was racing.

"Hey, I'm being serious here" Taemin looks at him pointedly. "It's all so fuzzy because I'm using your blood and not something directly his but it looks like he's in Naex in a small town?" He says with his eyes closed at his tries to get more details. "It's near the outskirts of the city". He shakes his head after a few more seconds and sighs deeply before opening his eyes.

"That's all I could get"

San was frozen, a million and one thoughts running through his head. Has he been alive this whole time? Did he forget about me? Does he think I'm dead? Why's he in some small town? What's he doing? Is he really alive? None of this makes sense. Fuck. Fuck.. I need to find him.

He hastily pushes himself to his feet, startling both Taemin and Seonghwa. "I need to go" His eyes wild and blown out with shock.

"Hey slow down" The witch calls to him, also pulling himself to his feet. "Do you even know where you're going?"

"I- I have find to him" San responds.

"And you will. Just take a second, take a deep breath.." He talks San through some breath control exercises. "In.. out.. okay?"

San follows, taking a deep breath in then out, then he nods. "I'm okay"

"Good. I think I have a map of Naex around here. I can show you the general area I think he's at" Taemin turns and goes digging through some drawers.

Seonghwa pulls himself up and stands in front of San who was now staring at the ground. Though now he wasn't breathing as rapidly Seonghwa could still see that his mind was working on overdrive.

"Calm down. We'll find him, don't worry" Seonghwa says, his voice deep and velvety and calm.

San couldn't help but notice he said 'we'. "You should go back to your family. They'll be waking up soon and would get worried. You don't have to do anything else for me. You've already done so much"

Seonghwa shakes his head and places a warm palm on his cheek. His thumb slowly and reassuringly stroking his skin. "I want to be here. Even if it's just as just a friend to give you support or simply... a distraction" He says sincerely and San felt his breath catch in his throat.

"Seonghwa I- I'm so sorry"

Seonghwa simply smiles softly at him. He couldn't understand why the werewolf was being so calm. He should be hurt, furious, enraged. All the lies and deception and he still has a smile of his face. And that made San hurt even more.

He pulls Seonghwa in for a hug, wrapping his arms around his torso and burying his face in his neck. Seonghwa returns the embrace, gently running his finger through San's hair.

He'd clearly developed feelings for the drow vampire but to hear his heart is still with another and he'd probably never see him that way? Of course it hurt. But he didn't want to show it. So he swallowed his feelings. There's nothing to be done about it now anyways. I just need to make sure you're safe...

.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.