Not so Vamp (Boyxboy)

Chapter 4

Marco POV

Today I have to move from Germany to England, my family has to travel a lots due to our job. The job you may think is impossible to be in the 20th century.

Vampire Hunter.

Vampire is living like normal person past these century. They don't kill their prey or suck all the blood of their victim. But, of course, there are still some special cases. If not, I don't have to be a vampire hunter. Anyway, it's not like I have another choice. My ancestors had been a hunter from a long, long time ago. And we, is the apprentices. It's a very tiring job.

"Brother, what are you thinking? You should rest, this mission is gonna be tough". My younger brother saying in the seat next to me. He's a strict person, not only to everyone but also to himself. Anyway, he's my little bro and that a things make him always the cutest person in my eyes. I pat his head softly.

"I'm ok, just thinking about our new place. You're the one who should rest, last time I check you haven't sleep in 3 days. 2 more hours till we arrive, take a nap Thomas." After persuading Thomas to sleep, I let my eyes rest.

The case I'm now doing is happen in BM University. Many student gone missing and when the police found the
corpse, their blood had been drain out. The England government has to do their best to hide the truth from media and hire our family to solve this problem. It's not actually bad, I have a free trip to England, I heard their tea is the best in town.

Sitting in the office waiting to the teacher comes guide me to my new class. This still is huge, the facilities is also very modern. So it will take time to find the culprit.

Enter the classroom, everybody look nice and not so dangerous. Well, except the beautiful one at the corner. He with his long blonde hair, eyes blue like the sky, every thing look so perfect. And that eyes, it's no mistake.

He is a Vampire.

And I sit next to him.

It's turn out to be interesting.

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It's been a long time since I last visit my usual spot. This place is still the same, full with man, women, boy, girl, gay, lesbian, and mostly whores. The owner of "La Vita" is my old friend, although he's younger than me but he's like a sh*tty old man when he's talking. Of course, I look younger than him, it's obvious. When I walk in, everybody greetings me with such manner, a bunch of whores approaching me.

"Lucas! Why not coming for so long? I miss you and your little guy down there. Play with me, play with me."

Then the bartender aka Oliver aka old man aka my old friend saying out loud to all the bitch around me.

"Ladies! Give him a break. We're all know that he's a delicious pie and always available for all of you. But now, I and him have business.". Phew, thanks a lot, if I have to smell that stinky perfume they are wearing, I will absolutely vomit on all over their body.

No one smell as good as him

F*ck, I'm remember it again. Snap it out, Lucas, remember your rules.

"Oliver, give me a martini. Make it double shots."

"Sorry boy! We don't serve alcohol for teenager.". Mocking your elder, huh, how funny.

"Just gimme the damn drink, youngster! You sense of humor  is still as bad as always Oliver."

"So... Haven't seen you around, tell me something I don't know boy...sorry, grandpa".

"Haiz, I had met 'the one' in my f*cking class. By the way, a German sweet heart".

"Oh! How long is it seen you met someone suit your taste? 4oo years? 500 years? Lucky you, people said German very passionate in bed".

Yeah right, lucky me, do you know how hard is it to hold myself down!. And he's right next to me.

"Shut up! I don't want to lose control again. So, thanks a lot buddy, I'm very appreciate your help". We chit chat like little girl for a long time, and then I noticed something so...delightful...so...delicious. God, now I am hallucinating, I can't get him out of my mind. Oliver passes me another shot.

"I don't order this". Then my friend point his finger to the person on my right.

"From me". Sh*t, sh*t, why is Marco here? No, no , it's not the truth, wake up Lucas, wake the f*cking uppp.

"I thought student can't go to the bar" said Marco.

"Yeah, maybe in your country, what about you? Why are you here?"

"Well, playing around and killing time"

"Haha, so energetic! Sorry classmate, I can't drink alcohol. You can't drink too, we are under ages"

"I saw you take about 4 or 5 martini already. Why not 6?"

"You will get me expelled from school"

"So do I"

Thankfully that I can't smell his scent clearly because of the odor, perfume, vomit in the bar. I don't know why from drinking for fun become drinking like your life depend on it. We have a drinking competition, who down first lose. I never get drunk easily but somehow, I can't drink 10 glasses. My head feels dizzy, I don't know what is going on around me anymore.