bloodline ; seventeen

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The trip back wasn't as bad as the Chinese vampire envisioned. Of course, the fact that he was holding a innocent boy's dead body for little over twenty minutes was awful. However, the was the dead weight wasn't heavier than expected, the journey back to the guild not being encumbered by the hefty corpse. In addition to that, Minghao was thankful not a single drop of the thick, red fluid from the dead man's veins had gotten on his grey coat. Trust me, Minghao knew how hard it was to remove a blood stain from his beautiful jacket. The process of removing the splotch was not one the boy wanted to repeat, as he had done it many of times before. Many.

Nonetheless, after just under twenty-two minutes, the two bodies had made it back to the guild's manor at Minghao's expense; not a single bead of sweat on his body to pay for the travel. Before entering the mansion of a house, Minghao silently stared at the dark wooden frame of the house. The manor was extremely posh; dark oak beams and the golden door handles living up to its cost. Expensive cotton print curtains covered the window panes as the yellow light from inside shined through; signifying the room was occupied. It also insinuated the occupant was awake at this devilish hour. In most guilds, all the lights and most of the inhabitants would be deep into slumber by now; only the high wizards or vampire kings awake at this hour. However; the Carat guild was quite different. There weren't harsh rules or boundaries. Hell, there weren't even mandatory chores. The only rules were to never turn on the guild, and to never, ever, ever kill an innocent human. And to Minghao's standards, those rules were music to his ears.

The guild was also pretty small compared to th others in the area. With other institutions averaging to about sixty or even seventy members, the Carat guild only cared for eleven supernatural creatures; five of them not even being a whole bred vampires. They were an odd bunch but far from incapable. Actually, the smaller guild had a larger expectation than any other guild in the area. The thing that set them apart from any other larger guild was the diversity and dedication that was put toward any obstacle they were given. As the word goes, anything the Carat guild put their mind to got done; and done well. Not one soul would contradict that; not even Hongjoong.

Nonetheless, after a good thirty seconds of ponder, the mullet sporting man finally built up the nerve to enter the manor; the boy's cold, dead body in hand. With every step taken toward the manor's door, a small crack grew larger in the Chinese boy's heart, knowing Seungcheol would be heartbroken at the sight. Everyone in the guild knew their leader like the back of their hand. He was a good Vampire, a smile of diamonds and a heart of pure gold supporting that image. However, the pale man had a tendency to blame himself for the irreversible actions of the world. It happened when Jeonghan's cat had been eaten by stray vampires, and it would happen again with this stranger's sudden passing. 

With memories of Seungcheol's combative actions running stray through his narrow mind, Minghao knocked on the front door with difficulty; trying his best not to drop the tall dead man on their clean front steps. It took mere seconds for a familiar blondie to answer the door with a sympathetic smile. 

"You're back sooner than expected." Jeonghan commented weakly; moving aside swiftly to make room for his fellow vampire to enter the manor. 

With the path being cleared, the black haired beauty silently entered the house, not bothering to remove his shoes at the moment. He had a larger issue than trucking dirt onto the clear hardwood floors. Before responding to the elder vampire, he laid the tall boy on the black sofa to release the pressure from his hold. "He's lighter than you would expect. He's just wearing a lot of baggy clothing that make him look bigger." He replied blandly, walking back toward Jeonghan to relieve himself of his shoes. While the youngest of the two removed his Doc Marten boots, he glanced up to the other's red eyes while asking his query. "So. Where's Seungcheol?"