This is the english version for my second one shot "I'll be there'' because I'm bored to death and thought that maybe some of you would like to read it in english too. Enjoy ^^

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Jiyong Pov

More excited than on some other occasions in my life I put my camera around my neck in one swift movement and checked very concentrated its functionality. Everything looked fine, perfect. Bouncing up and down impatiently because of my disability to keep calm right now, I sent a message to my roommate Seunghyun informing him that I'd leave over the day. It was hardly sent as I stuffed my phone into my pocket hectically and ripped in my eager a hook from the wall as I yanked down my jacket from it and slipped it on careless about the mess I created, grabbed my keys and sprinted outside after lovelessly kicking the door behind me close.

I was just so excited!

On fault was the perfect place for photographing I discovered recently. It was an old graveyard which was over 300 years old and untouched since it was last used. Great! I liked photographing and these places surrounded by an special aura because they were that old and unusual that they sent goosebumps down my spine as soon as I approached them. Biting my lips nervously because this was the chance to get famous, I dashed out of the city and fumbled with the radio in spite of removing Seunghyuns horrible piano pieces and feeding it with good hip hop stuff. Banging my head in tact I raced down the highway on my way to the three hours of a drive far placed graveyard which was going to make my future promising.

\(^-^)/

Speechless I stared at the old wrought-irony gate which was covered with ivy tendrils all over and lifted the camera on an instant to snap a photo. After that I made my way through knee-high grass to the graveyard. I took pictures of everything I could possibly find. An impressively wicked forest, every single weathered gravestone form each side, a little chapel, the high fence and the backdrop of the sky in the evening where dark clouds swirled over the moon and created a perfect mood. Without watching my slightly cool body I explored the area further, looking around with sparkling eyes.

This took as long until a house literally sprang out of the ground right in front of me.

I didn't took note of it even as it was a gigantic manor which had to been waiting in the background for me all time through. And now I stood in front of a lion head doorknocker which was allowed to take another place inside my camera. I then took a few steps back and photographed the building whole with all the formidable façades, embellishments, little towers and damaged bits. After that I approached the door again and pushed it slightly. It was open. With a exciting rush from adrenaline through my veins and a chill I entered the manor with a smirk that had to look like I was psychopathic.

In an attempt to not let the cold in I closed the door behind me and glanced around gaping while snapping another picture. A huge stairway led the way straight on up to a wall made from windows where it parted and disappeared into two galleries. I photographed big spider webs, the moth-eaten red carpet which had to have been very gallant in the past and a desk next to the exit for which to get Seunghyun probably would have killed someone because it looked so antique. Amused by my thoughts I climbed the stairs watching out for holes in the moaning wood. Arriving at the windows I took another picture of the gloomy twilight in the hall beneath me.

Lifting my eyes I noticed a imposing chandelier which reigned royally half of the ceiling and photographed it too. Partly just to have a reason to make Seunghyun envious because he didn't have an similar great one. Again amused I looked around further and discovered that the two galleries met again on top and built one single corridor. I turned left and approached it. The walls here were empty and unappealing but I took my pictures nonetheless and again the chandelier this time from this perspective. Grinning contently I clicked through my pictures and died nearly from an heart attack as something suddenly growled deeply and rumbled. My first thought was that I wasn't the only one here but the sudden lighting through the corridor proved me wrong.

It was obviously thundering.

Stupid, Jiyong, stupid. Who would be here? A zombie perhaps? Giggling I decided to stay until the weather calmed down again because I was scared of thunderstorms as soon as I wasn't in a secure room and opened the nearest door to look at the room behind. It wasn't even in such a bad state. No webs - which could be a result of an surprisingly fresh scent - and some less dust than in the entrance hall. It still looked left behind enough to prove that there wasn't a gardener for this graveyard. Better for me. I shook out the heavy white sheets and blankets and flooded the room with air, then I took some hygienic things out of my bag and furnished in myself a bit.

Later I lit a fire in a typical renaissance-like oven and began to explore the other rooms and take photos until my chamber heated up a bit. I was done after half an hour and had investigated everything I had found. While doing so I didn't push stones, pull at books or other things, that would have to wait until tomorrow. I was obviously staying for a longer time as the thunderstorm made huge noise and refused to leave. So I washed myself a bit and also cleaned my teeth - there wasn't a shower - and crawled into bed after that making myself comfortable. Taking a look at my phone I noticed how late it was already and decided to sleep fastly to resume my excursion the next day.

Youngbae Pov

Wordlessly I stared at the body in my bed weighting up who the hell that might be and whether or not I should throw him out. After all... my bed! Sighing I glided from the windowsill of my room and moved the swelling curtains aside before I approached the bed without closing the window. The frame in the sheets began to become restless and throw itself left and right while moving its head widely the nearer I moved. Merciless I stepped further and saw a tanned, shaking arm looking out from beneath the blanket, making me lift an eyebrow in disapproval. Did this human not know that he was only save from monsters if he was fully covered by the blanket?

Now in reach I let my cold fingers glide over heated, sweaty skin and watched how the body jumped and threw its head in my direction. A woman. Or a man? Seemed like it was a woman. Sweaty, pink hair covered her head and with two furrowed perfect eyebrows she breathed heavily through seductive, slightly parted lips. Sweat glistened at her neck and down to a sharp collarbone. She was beautiful, yes. But unwanted.

Slowly I leaned over her watching how her face convulsed in pain and her fingers gripped her blanket tighter. I knew I should have thrown her out but somehow her face caught me. It was so even. Not a single damage was on her skin and she symbolized a perfect muse to sin on if only her face would have worn a innocent expression instead of a pained. She bit her lips to hold back her unconscious screams and I could see her eyes move rapidly beneath their closed lids. Interested I leaned closer to smell her. Sweat, fear, tiredness, something flowery and the clear smell of someone disliking rules and having their own head. Breathing deep in I leaned even closer now and touched her neck softly with my lips. Her skin tasted salty but at the same time fresh like just coming from a shower

I was positive that I shouldn't have done that but her appeal to me was almost magical and I couldn't hold back to let my teeth gently pierce the skin on her neck and savor her blood. The feeling was the same as being drunk just from a few drops of the liquid. And I only tasted her blood, what about her soul? Before I could have the chance to explore that too I felt her sleep drift as she actually managed to free herself from the deep nightmares caused by me. With a praising smile I licked the remaining drops of her clearly virginal blood from her neck before pulling back and managing to jump out of the window at the exact same moment her eyes flew open.

I saw their innocent, deer-like brown that looked around scared then she lifted her upper body and the blanket slid down her chest in the same movement. It wasn't a woman after all. Smirking I fused with the shadows.

Jiyong Pov

Panicking I looked around and tried to calm down my out of my chest to jump threatening heart. I didn't know from where they suddenly appeared but from one second to the other cruel nightmares had hunted me and were now just unravelling in my memories innocently. Taking deep breaths I removed my sweaty hair from my face and meanwhile got hit by a gentle breeze. Blinking stupidly I stared at the window. Did I open it? Yes. No. Yes? Confused over myself I stood and tiptoed with naked feet and only with my pants on towards the window to close it. I needed only three shameful tries to close it without killing the curtains by cutting them in half. Nonetheless the thunderstorm outside kept waving at me so I was eager to bury myself under my blanket again and managed to drift into sleep again swiftly.

\(^-^)/

Despite the incident in the dark night I felt refreshed and energetic to work the next day so I could return home later and mob Seunghyun about the house with the cool, antique furniture. Even-tempered I stepped down the stairs after I packed my things again to take a look at the things behind the house today. But I had to wonder again because the front door wasn't moving today. Annoyed I threw my body against it a few times but had to surrender soon, against such a door somebody with my build couldn't stand a chance. Pouting I then wandered to the backdoor in the cellar which would destroy all of my excitement about what was behind the house as it led just there.

But it was locked and I sighed halfway annoyed halfway relieved. What now? Down here weren't any windows to climb through. My only way led through the windows in the first story then. But no matter where I'd go, I met locked, tightly clipped shutters which made me insecure whether or not they were even there the day before. But I had seen the thunderstorm, didn't I? They had to had been open. Shaking my head confused because all the stress came with a good headache I set down my bags and let myself fall on my bed from before to call Seunghyun. It would be embarrassing to plead for his help but I wasn't able to find any other way out here, so I had to. The worst thing with him hurrying to my rescue would nonetheless be the fact that I couldn't get him to leave the manor again until he'd have stuffed his car full with furniture.

Summing a melody to distract myself I dialed the number of my best friend and he took the call not that late after. "Yo.", I greeted weakly and Seunghyun acknowledged my greetings. "What are you doing right now?", I tried to be casual and not seem too helpless. "Daesung and chill. Where are you?", he wanted to know with his deep, rumbling voice I loved at him and I scratched my head sheepishly. "Well.." Before I could explain my situation my phone suddenly slipped from my fingers like it was covered with oil and crashed onto the ground where it busted into thousands of pieces. Hastily I examined the pieces but - however it managed to do that - even the sim card was split.

Moaning frustrated I leaned back against the bed behind me and rubbed my face in stress. What now? I could probably call an ambulance but until I'd have repaired the phone to do so ages would have passed. Moaning again I stood instead and went into the cellar again to search for tools to crack open a door.

My face looked similar to the clouds of thunder from the evening before as I returned one hour later with empty hands from the cellar. I didn't have any damn interest in rotting here like the red carpet on the staircase. Grumpy I opened the door to my room and the smell of food hit me. Puzzled to death I looked around and spotted indeed two plates with different, fresh food on them on the desk in the corner of the chamber. How did this come here? Confused I looked right and left but nobody was here. Disbelieving I rubbed my eyes now but the food stayed where it was. Warily I rounded the bed but still the food didn't move and didn't attack me. The waters collected in my mouth but something a little bit more important caught my eye. The open window and flying curtains.

With one big step I jumped towards the window but just then the shutters got closed harshly from the outside and I heard how they got locked. Desperate I let the breath leave my lungs. Somebody was here. And he wanted me to stay.

\(o-o)/

I had lost every track of time. Seunghyun hasn't come - how would he not even knowing where I was - and my strange new accommodate hasn't showed himself once either. He brought food for me every day, had hit my cigarettes with the same way out of my hands as most likely my phone too, complicated my life and watched me like a dog not wishing for me to leave. But my condition worsened. At first I calmed my fear and stress with scrubbing the whole house thoroughly. But my contact to anyone to speak to missed and the loneliness made me slowly lose my mind.

It was one of these days now where I would climb out of the bath tub which appeared some day mysteriously in the bathroom accompanied by flowing water. I dried myself, ruffled my hair - which was still pink enough to remember me that it wasn't even one month I was being here until then - and entered my room to find my food being prepared there like every other day. Exhausted and powerless I let my towel fall. Physically I was feeling great but my soul had taken heavy damage. Because of that I didn't mind the last bits of my sanity as I crossed my arms angrily and began to bitch at my invisible guard which took my final nerves.

"Just fucking show yourself to me and let me go already! I didn't do anything to you and if you felt hurt because of my intrusion - I'm sorry! But I can't deal with this crap any longer.", I yelled into my empty room and let myself flop to the ground gracelessly. Hot tears of desperation made their way over my cheeks and nearing a panic attack, I ruffled my wet hair with shaking fingers. He seemed to actually worry over my condition because I heard his gentle, comforting voice for the first time ever right then.

"You don't want to stay?", it whispered from each direction of the room at the same time and I didn't care how creepy and inhuman that was, I just nodded sobbing. "But I don't want you to leave.", he mumbled sadly, his voice gaining in strength and stability but not in center. "I want many things too! I want a pony but do I get it? No!", I insulted him broken and swiped the tears from my cheeks. At least he was talking to me now. "Will you stay if I get you a pony?" He sounded hopeful. "No! The pony would only lose its mind beside me.", I confessed a little muffled as I understood how arrogantly I spoke. I had to be more polite if I wanted to get out of here.

"Are you going to stay if I talk more often to you?" Desperate I leaned my head against my arms on my knees. "Please try to understand. I just can't... I have my own life, I don't belong here." He was silent for a while. "Could you perhaps talk normally to me? I'm getting the feeling of having hallucinations.", I pleaded muffled by my arms and waited for some noise but nothing came. Confused I lifted my eyes to find the probably second best looking man I've ever seen after Seunghyun sitting on my bed. But because I could never fuck my best friend he didn't count and right in front of me stretched number one.

His hair was done into two braids which laid lazily around his neck. His ears were pierced by thorn-shaped earrings and he wore a dark netshirt - nice abs by the way - with black jeans and boots. Dark eyes watched me intently. Shuddering I let the breath rush out of my lungs. He wasn't only my type but also fucking young and hot in general. "What's your name?", I breathed trying to normalize my rapid heartbeat and sat straight to admire him fully. "Youngbae. Dong Youngbae. What about you?" He tilted his head bird-like. "Jiyong.", I muttered and blushed under his heated gaze. What was I even doing right now? Stupid, Jiyong! Shut up, you're a brain. Yes, I was definitely going crazy I just started talking with my brain...

"A beautiful name, it suits you.", the man - Youngbae - complimented me and sheepishly I hid my eyes from his secretive eyes. Without being able to form a thought that didn't had the content to jump him and kiss him senseless or more I stared narrow-minded at the ground and bit my lips nervously. How could I get him to fuck me? Ahem... I meant to let me go of course. "The most beautiful things are always caged instead of being free, you aren't an exception. But I don't want you to be sad. I want to see you jump around like when you first came here." Hope lightened inside me. "So you're going to let me go?", I asked excitedly and turned to look at him again. Bottomless eyes roamed my body.

"Stay until tomorrow, you may leave then.", he promised slightly sad and I couldn't resist my wants any longer - he was just so sweet and hot at the same time! Without spending any second thoughts I jumped him and hugged him as strong as I could manage. He caught my weight without problems and embraced me too. "Thank you! Thank you very much!", I squealed endlessly relieved to get the chance to return home. Far away from this cool but over longer time stifling place. "Don't be that happy, you have to hate me.", the man which had placed his head against my shoulder muttered gently but I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I don't hate you! Without you I would've starved!", I made clear and let go of him to look into his eyes, didn't leave his lap through. Well, without him you wouldn't even have been locked in this place. He had to think the same because he looked guilty all over again. "Don't worry I won't report you to the police.", I calmed him with my need to protect everything and everyone I met coming to it's surface. Youngbae smiled weakly but it didn't reach his eyes. He had to be very hurt that I wanted to leave. But I couldn't stay any longer... Perhaps I could visit him sometimes, I wouldn't ever say no to the accompany of handsome men.

"Thanks.", he then suddenly grinned and the whole room seemed to lighten up under his expression. He smiled like the sun and shone in each lonely corner of the room. Amazed by this view I leaned closer to him to get nearer to his appealing warmth. His eyes met mine and my breath simply stopped. "But don't be that nice to the ones of my kind.", his kissable lips murmured gloomy and with a sudden tone mich deeper than earlier. I kept being frozen, a foggy cloud covered my brain and blocked it from sending warning instincts to my body. Nearly loving lips caressed my neck and with a gentle shudder my muscles stopped being cramped and I melted into his strong arms.

I felt nothing, he could've ripped my beating heart out of my chest and I wouldn't have noticed it. But dark dots danced in front of my eyes and grew bigger fast. Not thinking and not fighting I just let the darkness surpass me.

\(o-o)/

Waiting for Youngbae I sat on my bed the next morning and clicked bored through the taken pictures within my camera. I studied the gate at the very beginning thoroughly but lost my interest at the many unappealing gravestones. I wanted to see the pictures of the sky. Eager to do so I zapped through my collection until I suddenly froze and deliberately clicked backwards. Lee Seunghyun. Kim Wonshik. Lee Jaehwan. Dong Youngbae. Numb I stared at the gravestone and the symbols written in there 300 years ago. How high was the possibility that this was another Dong Youngbae? Zero. Awful goosebumps covered my complete body and nervously I began biting my lips. Why should any other Dong Youngbae be here on this graveyard in this manor?

My fingers tapped the back of the black camera steadily while my thoughts raced around confused and my brain fumed in the attempt to find an excuse for this. Perhaps he took over the name from his granddad? Yes, that had to be it. I looked at the picture again. 1788-1816. And the granddad died being 28 years old... Who the fuck was with 28 a granddad??? But maybe he had a kid early and it carried on his name for him. Yes, that had to be it. Why so serious? My brain shut up clueless. I took another close look at the gravestone and noticed for the first time the crow which had to be sitting at the stone at that day. Scaring, way too human looking eyes gazed directly into the camera and I squirmed under this intelligent glance and clicked to another pic hastily before lifting my eyes.

Just when did he come in?

Youngbae watched wordlessly and with piercing eyes how I sat my camera aside and I saw how his eyes follow the movement. He knew what I saw and he didn't seem to be liking it. Anxiously I tried to fight the bad feeling in my stomach and smiled brightly. "Hey.", I greeted and some of the tension lifted. Yes, I was happy to see him as I was leaving soon thanks to him. Also he was handsome and didn't treat me badly, I wasn't angry at him or anything.

"One last thing.", he announced while stepping closer carrying a bag with food for my journey under his arm. Expectant I looked up at him and flinched as I noticed the same coldness in his black eyes as in the ones of the crow on the graveyard of his brother-in-name. "Don't be scared.", he mumbled as he sensed my fear and his right hand caught my chin carefully as he leaned even closer and kissed me gently. My eyes closed automatically and I melted into the feeling until the touch from his skin on mine left and a gentle breeze flooded the room.

As I reopened my eyes, the white curtains glided on the fresh air lifting them and the whole stale house was getting cleansed by the cool morning-air. Youngbae was gone, the lovingly packed bag with food laid next to me on the bed together with a black rose. I hurried to grab my things before he might change his mind and stormed outside. Cheering I spread my arms and danced around a bit, enjoying my freedom and the sun on my skin. I then started running towards my car to get home after all this time. While doing so I crossed the graveyard and felt uneasy again as I thought about the one particular gravestone. Perhaps I should take a look at it again? If they were relatives of him, this Youngbae here should bring them flowers after all shouldn't he?

I approached the gravestone with caution from behind and then circled it to look at the front. What I found let me press my hands against my mouth in panic and stumble backwards though. Hastily I gasped for air and hid behind the nearest neglected gravestone. A dead wolf laid upon the grave of Youngbaes family. He wasn't breathing anymore but I didn't want to test my bad luck further. Slowly I moved over the graveyard as far away from the animal as I could. Breathing out relieved as soon I reached the gate I took a last look around. Nearly sightless the manor rested covered by mist in the background of the still impressive graveyard. The wolf was out of my sight from here. Why was he laying there? Did Youngbae perhaps sacrifice animals for his family? Shuddering I turned around.

Saying my goodbye forever to this place in my mind I sat into my known car and finally returned home. I didn't notice the intelligent, black eyes of the wolf which followed me until I was out of sight anymore.

\(^-^)/

"Move your lazy ass, Seunghyun! I'll leave without you too!", I nagged at my friend who was endlessly insisting on accompanying me at going shopping even though he hated shopping and now wouldn't leave his antique chair. "Yeah, yeah. Coming.", he just grumbled annoyed. Well, his fault if he was so obsessed with me after my three-week accident. Turning towards the mirror I checked my red hair which was fighting against its shape again and nodded contently at my appearance before pulling back. While doing so I spotted a man who was mirrored by the even flat next to me leaning against the wall. "Seung-" My words died inside my throat. That wasn't Seunghyun who stood there and smirked.

"Youngbae!" Surprised I spun around to look at him but there wasn't anybody. Confused I rubbed my eyes and looked at the mirror again but only the puzzled me met my eyes. "Ji? You're coming?", Seunghyuns concerned pulled me out of my thoughts. "Sure!", I beamed at him and bounced out of the door behind him before closing it. "Ahh that's going to be fun! But remember: clothes, no furniture.", I warned my friend amused on our way through the hallway and he snorted disapproving. "I'll never get you."

I giggled quietly looking at the pout in his perfect face. "Don't worry, I'm going to buy you icecream.", I blackmailed him sweetly and on an instant his brown eyes glowed childish. Grinning I pulled the main door close and turned towards Seunghyun. While doing so I believed to see a shadow of a man who looked deceptively similar to Youngbae gliding along the walls of a house. The hair, the jeans, the boots, everything was there. Even the earrings. But as I waited excited it was just some ugly punk who turned around the corner and disappointed I followed Seunghyun who was leading the way to the ice cream seller.

The day continued and wasn't as funny as I first had hoped. I saw Youngbae in mirrors, as the ice cream seller, as bypassing people, once as a baby in a buggy, instead of Se7en on promotions and on every corner and turn of the city. After having gotten shown the way to the woman section in a shop by a Youngbae-worker I had enough, my head spun and I was so confused and it hurt. "Seunghyun I'm going home first I'm not feeling well. Buy yourself a new chair and take your time." Troubled the man looked up from his third ice cream to me and felt up my forehead with a big, gentle hand. "You're burning up, you sure that I shouldn't bring you?" Chuckling I shook my head. "I see how eager you are to buy a new chair, just go. I'm okay.", I smiled warmly and Seunghyun grinned like the kindergartener he just was showing me his dimples and left to be home earlier.

Shaking my head happy over the pure sugar he embodied I took my leave too and ignored every annoying Youngbae-Illusions on my way. Maybe I should use the next five hours in which my friend would chose a chair to go see the psychiatrist instead doing something as stupid as I was planning to do. Seunghyun would hate me. I sighed soundly. "I'm back soon, don't worry and sit in your new chair. Your missing ice cream is in my room in the fridge, you may have it back ;)", I scribbled a note for him and left the house. I had to get Youngbae out of my brain.

\(^-^)/

I banged the door of my car shut behind me after I raced here within one and half an hour and got photographed five times because I drove way too fast. With big steps I ran over the graveyard and towards the manor without looking around further. The air smelled like rain and the sky darkened but I didn't care. The front door of the manor was strangely opened wide and fallen leafs covered the floor. Taking two stairs at the same time I jumped up the stairwell and blurted into the room where I stayed in the past. I spotted a man which was leaning over another one on the bed. Slightly confused by the pose the two had - one kneeling above the other and seeming to kiss him - I froze, then I recognized Youngbae as the man beneath the other and jolted forwards.

Furious I pushed the stranger away from the body of my friend. What the fuck was he doing? Surprised the man stumbled backwards and I checked him out closer. His evil, black eyes were the same as Youngbaes but without any warmth in them and this fact send chills down my spine. Deep shadows underlined these scary eyes and strengthened their dark intensity. "Jiyong.", the man hissed my name hateful and let the hand which he had held upon his lips until now fall. Shocked I widened my own eyes as I saw the blood which led from his mouth down his chin. "Y-You know who I am?", I stuttered in horror and eased my way towards the door while trying to not look at the motionless figure on the bed. The only think I knew was that a big red puddle framed it.

"Of course I know who you are, you're the one responsible for this.", the man growled and jumped in my direction. Panicking I threw myself the other way and tried to reach the exit. I didn't even got two steps far then he got me and gripped my wrist in a grip which twisted it mercilessly and pushed a scream out of my lungs. "Look.", he ordered angry and yanked me against his strong chest while trying to turn my chin in Youngbaes direction. Scared of what awaited my eyes I closed them and the man behind me growled again aggressively before twisting my wrist further until it made an awful noise and I screamed again as pain shot up my complete arm.

With an inhuman strength he threw me onto the bed next to Youngbae and crawled over my body before I could manage to escape. I kicked and punched in panic, tried to free myself but he pinned me down with only his knees and took my pulsating hand in his. I bit my lips to muffle my whines and searched with my in tact fingers for something to hold on to. I met the cold fingers of Youngbae and intertwined them with mine with tears in my eyes. At least I died next to him and not next to a complete stranger. It was a pity though that the world would never be warned from the vampires.

The grip at my hurt hand lightened a bit and I focused the man kneeling over me again who was just leaning over my throat. His with Youngbaes blood stained lips caressed softly my skin. I didn't allowed myself to breath or move any other way as he kissed my collarbone gently. "You're so beautiful... maybe I should kill you later.", he murmured fishy and my body froze gain as his skillful fingers glided over my chest and opened the buttons of my shirt in the movement. No. Please don't. Could my day get even worse? What was next?

Soft lips explored my chest and I bit lips again to quiet myself while relaxing my body, because if I fought he'd probably rip off my hand first before continuing. "Baby good night.", he wished as his fingers slipped inside my trousers and he sank his teeth into my throat brutally at the same time. Screaming in agony I ached my back, tears wetting my cheeks. I closed my eyes powerlessly as the man pushed me back into the mattress again and I ran my thumb one last time over Youngbaes icy fingers as a farewell. I sent a 'Bye' at Seunghyun too inside my mind and decided my life to be over.

I was fucking surprised as another finger caressed back my numbing hand. "Youngbae.", I croaked with a throat full of blood and began coughing hard. Annoyed the stranger looked at me with blood on his lips. And then he was gone. Just...gone. An arm covered by a black netshirt gripped his neck and threw him through the whole room and he crashed together with the window out of my sight. Coughing I rolled on my stomach and gasped for air. He had pierced my airway and my own blood flooded in it steadily now. Suffocating I got on my ellbows and knees and watched the blood drop from my throat onto the white sheets.

"Come here, let me...", somebody mumbled behind me but I flinched away from his cold hands and fell from the bed and onto my broken wrist. I didn't have the air to scream so I just wriggled on the ground with death cramps without being able to think straight. Coughing and wheezing on the ground, what an graceful end. "What the fuck are you doing?", somebody swore and Youngbae jumped very alive down the bed and stepped over my shaking frame before leaning over my throat and doing something strange I did only remember to suddenly be able to breathe again. But my blood continued to flow and even if I wasn't suffocating, I'd just die from bloodlessness. I tried getting up but Youngbae pulled me onto his lap.

"What are you doing? Let me help you.", he said confused and hold me against him as I tried crawling away again. "Hey! You listening?" He forced my head in his direction and I hissed at the pain in my throat. For the first time ever I spotted his own ripped open neck and felt like vomiting. But the injury was closing. It was fucking closing and didn't even leave a scar as a reminder it was there. "You are dead! What the hell are you?!", I yelled scared and tried to escape again but he pulled me back gently and leaned over my throat. Helplessly I pushed my hands against his chest, needing space from him. But his fingers only gripped my waist tighter and then suddenly the pain was gone.

Baffled I stopped my resistance and noticed how he relaxed greatly then he met my eyes and smiled innocently. Blinking I lifted my healthy hand and swiped the blood from the corner of his mouth absent minded. He smiled in gratitude and then took my destroyed hand carefully. Searching for something his eyes roamed the room and then locked intensely with mine. Before I could react in any way he had already smashed his warm lips against mine and I was perfectly content to response to the pressure even if I was puzzled by all the things happening this fast. With one fast yank he forced every twisted bone back in place. I only whined muffled being distracted greatly by him and reassuring he kissed me again and then lifted my hand between the two of us and let his lips and hot tongue glide over every place hurting.

I blushed up all over under my hair because of the intimacy of the process and the feeling of his soft tongue on my skin. At the same time I sensed the awkward moving of my bones connecting again and sliding back into their natural places. Gasping I moved my fingers and looked up at Youngbae happily. "I'd like to explain everything to you but Seungri awaits me.", he sighed weakly and gave me an encouraging smile. "I'm sorry you had to see all this, I honestly didn't expect you to come back. Go home, you'll stop seeing me soon.", he promised and moved me out of his lap before standing up. "W-What?", I only asked as usual too stupid to get the obvious.

Seungri = Creepy Stranger. Seungri = Bloodthirsty. Youngbae leaves = gives Seungri blood = dead.

"No!", I understood and tried jumping up. Mistake? Check. I lost my balance mercilessly and would have kissed the ground if it weren't for Youngbaes arm catching me. "No. I won't allow that. You'll be a good boy and come with me.", I ordered disbelieving what he was trying to do and pulled him with me. Out of the house, over the graveyard, through the antique gate and into my car. "Jiyong...", he wanted to protest but I shut him off. "Explain.", I said with a voice leaving no place for protests tried to concentrate on the street but also couldn't resist to look at him from time to time. Always! He fought with himself biting his lips then sighing deeply.

"I am a demon" "I know." Okay, I thought he was a vampire but there weren't many differences, weren't there? "Demons eat souls. And I wanted to take yours but I... couldn't. Losing my appetite completely I began starving and promised my blood to Seungri because he craved for it and I didn't need it anymore." I refrained from asking why he didn't took my soul, I didn't want to nonetheless end soulless in the end. "Then why didn't you just take another soul?", I wanted to know instead and he averted his eyes to his window so I couldn't look at him anymore. "I wanted only you.", he mumbled ashamed and scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"So you decided to hunt me through dream and reality.", I deadpanned and he nodded slowly. I knew that all these Youngbaes on the street weren't just hallucinations. "The raven?" "Touché." "The wolf?" "Another Touché." I sighed exhausted and leaned back in my seat. "And what now? I'll die as soon you take my soul but you won't take any other?" "Yeah..." Clueless I stared at the street. With these conditions he'll die either way. "There's another way but I won't force you to do this. Before doing that I'll return to Seungri.", he stayed quietly and with one cocked eyebrow at what this could probably be I nodded him to go on. "Your blood.", he whispered nearly soundless and it did make an sense.

Demons don't have souls because of that Youngbae had offered Seungri his blood instead. But the other way around demons could also live from blood. Congratulations for that, Jiyong. Thank you brain. "But couldn't you just take other peoples blood then if you just don't want to kill?" "That isn't the issue... I just can't. My body doesn't accept other blood or souls.", he nearly didn't have the courage to say and now I got everything. I knew that feelin too. The longing after just one person and the sickening thought to take somebody else instead... It was called love. Did demons knew what love was?

"I'll give you my blood then.", I decided slowly really not wishing for him to die. His surprised gaze met mine and I stared at his beautiful, black eyes motionlessly. "You don't have to just because you're going to see yourself a murderer if you don't.", he assured me severe and I shook my head chuckling. "That doesn't matter. My only condition is that you don't dispute with my roommate." "You have a roommate?", he repeated jealous and I giggled quietly. "Jup. And he'll love you." I could imagine the hourly conversations about furniture from the 17th century in color. Amused I watched Youngbae only nod confused and then steal my breath again with his smile. That was going to be fun for sure.