"What do you mean you lost them!?" Yigit shouted, "You're useless!" and hung up the phone. "I almost had them!" He smacked a blue glass vase near him, causing it to fall and break into tiny pieces.
"I don't like this," Hulk says as he thinks.
Yigit placed his hands over his hair messing it up, as he started to pace in the living room of the apartment Ozan rented. "Too much is going on. Way too much." He sounds desperate.
"First," Hulk starts to speak, and Yigit brings his attention to him. She leaves like nothing; then I figure out something not right is going on, I find her, and now," he paused. Now, she's gone." Hulk sounds drained; Yigit just stares at him, seeing and knowing his frustration.
"Did you follow her scent?"
"Of course I did," Hulk responds, annoyed. "But, her scent is everywhere in the entire building, and all three fucking exits." He's frustrated. "I can't tell where she is!" He slams his fist at the coffee table in anger, breaking it in two, and gets up, "It's like, she's everywhere. She-" He passes his hand, crunching his lips in anger.
"She covered her tracks," Yigit said, and Hulk nodded.
"That's what it seems." he walks to the large window facing the city. "But, how? How did she know I was coming?"
"A witch," Yigit says.
"No. Impossible. She doesn't like them." Hulk was sure of his knowledge of her and the witches.
"Really?" Yigit was surprised.
"Yeah, I am. She has never liked them." Hulk clarified. What he doesn't know is that Deniz does appreciate the good witches and hates the bad ones. But Deniz made him think otherwise; just in case in the future she needs the help of a witch, Hulk would never see it coming.
"But somebody is helping her. It might not be a witch, but it's someone for sure." Yigit said with anger.
"Of course, it's someone. Don't you smell those two other scents?" Hulk asked. "One of them is a vampire, and the other one is a human. But, who? Who the fuck are they?" He passes his hands over his face, frustrated.
"The human, I have no idea," Yigit said. "But the vampire. I sure know who he is. You should, too." Yigit looked at him, and Hulk looked back, confused.
"Why would I?"
"Because it's Ozan," Yigit said calmly.
"What?" Hulk looks at him, confused.
"It's Ozan's scent."
"Ozan?" Hulked laughed. "That's not possible."
"Don't you recognize that scent? Come on, Hulk. Please." Yigit was surprised that Hulk didn't recognize it. "He's from your region. You should recognize that scent better than me." Yigit tells Hulk.
"I don't pay attention to anyone's scent. Plus, Ozan and Deniz hate each other," Hulk says, very sure of his response.
"Well, if you would have paid attention. Then you would have known it was him."
"Are you sure it's him?" Hulk was still in disbelief.
"I am."
"But, they have always hated each other. Even since we were little." Hulk was still not believing it.
"Interesting." Yigit was confused, "Are you sure?" He asked again, not believing what Hulk was saying.
"Yeah. I am." Hulk was sure of what he was saying. What he didn't know was that since Deniz and Ozan were little kids, they had always felt a very strong attraction towards one another. They were scared of it because they didn't understand it and pretended they hated each other, thinking it would go away one day. But then they grew up, and because he always thought Deniz was out of his league, he became a Playboy and Daddy's boy.
