Imbeciles! Fools! And Idiots

Love You To Death

[authoress: I edited this chapter cuz after reading after I published it. This was a mistake. I got the wrong point across with a few characters. I was having some emotional troubles and very little sleep so I wasn't thinking clearly... Heh, whatever.

I got rid of most of the bullcrap in a conversation between the two vampires and added better dialogue that was much less out of place. I hope this is a little better. Well, It's romantic lemony in a creepy way... 😒

The themes of this part of the story is social blunder, vampiric subjugation, and relationship issues.

I will try to make my oc custom character a stronger character without her going out of character. My only reviewer M.M(sister) says I should do this and I agree.]

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"We can bathe together." Zhao said walking in on Wang Yuanji as she stepped into the tub.

"Zhao!" Wang Yuanji submerged into the bathwater causing water to splash on the tiled floor.

"We've both seen each other nude."

"Well..." Yuanji blushed.

Sima Zhao threw his bathrobe at Yuanji playfully.

"Zhao!" Wang Yuanji scolded.

Zhao was about to step into the tub when he slipped.

His body broke the wall into a room lit by candles and with black paint on the walls and a medallion shaped window with velvet black drapes covering them. This room belongs to Jia Chong.

"Shit, This is Jia Chong's quarters." Zhao whispered to Yuanji.

"Shush, Zhao." She replied low tone.

"Wanna spy on them? Yuanji?"

She disagreed, "They probably know we are here already... I need to change."

The married couple heard a disembodied high pitched scream of pain and a plead for mercy. A strong copper smell.

"Zhao, Don't go in there... You are naked." Warned his ever so self conscious girlfriend.

Zhao grabbed another towel wrapping it around his waist, "I wonder what they are doing? Feeding maybe." He stepped through very quietly.

"At least they made you more muscular," Complimented the soft voice of Qi from the shade of darkness. They were in another room within Jia Chong's quarters.

"Zhao, Get back here!" She demanded lowly.

"I'm curious, Yuanji."

She rolled her eyes and released a quiet breath.

Zhao peeked a little into the room beyond the curtains covering it. On the cold floor there laid a limp maid who was breathing shallowly. In the chair behind the body sat a shirtless Jia Chong. He seemed to be lost in thought. His companion in a new pair of light flowing robes, a vinyl corset, and gold bracelets entered from the room on the other side. She knelt down and finished the maid.