WHEN NIGHT COMES

Fucked Up

"Hold on! Hey, slow down little puppy."

But the wolf is continuously dragging Porchay; not caring about the people around him; not caring about the person he was dragging away from his brother.

And they still continued. Kimhan dragging Porchay to who knows what place they'll be going and Porchay, well, he's just letting his cute little puppy do what he wants.

His little puppy.

Porchay never felt so much possessiveness in his whole damn life. Before he met the wolf, he didn't care about anything. Well, actually, he cares about his food because he's a picky vampire.

"I'm so damned pissed!"

Kimhan turned around, not minding the fact that he was still holding his professor's hand tightly; like he didn't even wanna let go of it.

And Porchay, for the nth time, can smell the wolf's scent, again.

"At your brother?"

"Yes!"

He's adorable when he's pissed. Like a cute little puppy.

"And also at you." He bursted out like a kid throwing tantrums.

"Maybe, you wanna talk about it in a quiet place?"

Then Porchay looked around and Kimhan followed. There he noticed that some people were staring at them. No, more like people were staring at Kimhan.

Why?

First, he was insanely beautiful. Second, he was angrily shouting. And third, well, it's because of Porchay; because of the way he carries himself like a f*cking prince.

"And why would I go with you?" Kimhan said, arching an eyebrow and suspiciously looking at his professor.

He doesn't trust this man. He did some things to him. And he doesn't want to be involved with the vampire anymore.

Mate.

But his stupid wolf was happy. Like happy, happy that he's actually wagging his tail and Kimhan hates how domestic he is to the vampire.

Mate.

And Porchay, not so sure if he can do the same thing like his brother, tried to concentrate his mind and imagined his cabin in the forest. He then held Kimhan's another hand and he closed his eyes as he tried to teleport them to his place.

"What the hell?" Was the first thing that came out of Kimhan's mouth.

"It actually worked!" Porchay said; a triumphant look painted on his face.

The young vampire was just actually trying his luck on that kind of ability. Well, every immortal vampire has their own unique ability that's why he's been so adamant to try if it will work for him. Luckily, it does.

"And you're happy to kidnap me? Again?"

Porchay sighed and he let go of Kimhan's hand and the wolf inside of him whined.

Shut up.

No. Mate.

Stop it.

No.

And there goes Porchay's citrusy scent again.

"You are angry." Said the vampire.

Porchay had only known Kimhan for a day but he already knows when he is happy and when he is feeling unpleasant.

"I'm not."

"Yes you are."

Kimhan looked at the vampire with a confused face. Like he was asking 'how the hell did you know?'