Two days later...

Blood. There was so much blood. So much blood inside her lungs, on her skin. She floated through a sea of blood, red eyes following her, screams ringing in her ears. Those were her own screams, mixed with her sister's. Hana was like in a daze, her mind clouded and her body completely powerless and lifeless.

Inside her dead body, small electric flows started to spark up between the synapses at the end of nerves. The vampire blood inside her ate her blood cells and replaced them, renewing her dead cells. With an impact, Hana opened her eyes and opened her moth. Shudders ran down her spine, and she saw the blood around her moving and raging. It spiralled upwards, before it crashed down on her.

Darkness covered her, captured her, sweet, heavy, velvet, just like a lover, who embraced his beloved. The light suddenly broke through the darkness, and Hana gasped for air. Her view was blurry for a moment, but as it cleared, she saw that she sat on a bed with white sheets. Her whole body trembled like crazy, and Hana could feel the cold sweat running down her back.

“Ah, you are awake,” the sudden voice startled her, and she immediately pushed herself in the corner of the bed. With hair wildly hanging in her face, her arms covering her body, Hana stared at the tallest and most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. Broad shoulders, handsome features and a very good physique. He eyed her closely, as closely as she eyed him. His plump lips moved to a small smile as he closed the door behind him. “My, my, we definitely have to do something about your hair.”

He stopped right in front of the bed, and Hana had to look up to him. His dark eyes sparkled with slight amusement as he looked at her. As he bent down, Hana backed off even more, her eyes wide as ever. “Who- who are you?” She whispered as he stopped. “I am a friend.” Those words came as smooth as silk over his lips, and Hana could sense that there was something more behind his words.

“You are no friend.” An uneasy feeling rose up inside her and also something biting and craving. Hunger clawed into her stomach, and dried up. “Ouch, such harsh words. My name is Changmin and you really don't have to worry about me,” Hana eased up a bit, but immediately tensed again. Something was not right and that had to do with Changmin's presence.

Suspiciously, Hana narrowed her eyes as Changmin reached out to brush back her hair. Out of reflex, she slapped his hand away and a sudden cracking sound could be heard. There was a crack in the wall, where his hand had hit the wall. “Oh my, seems like we have a lot of work to do.” Changmin shook his hand a bit to shake of the dust and the small splinters, which his skin immediately pushed out again.

A shocked gasp escaped Hana's lips since she could see that process, and her body froze. “What are you?” She whispered, and Changmin raised his brow. “You must be hungry,” he has noticed her short and fat breath pace, her shivering hands and her unfocused eyes, which came through her unsatisfied hunger. “If you come with me, I will give you something to eat,” he reached out for her again, a warm smile on his face. “I won't harm you.”

As she didn't take his hand, Changmin stepped back, his smile disappearing from his face. "The kitchen is down the hallway,” he left, leaving the door open. Changmin was sure that she would come, so he simply sat down in the kitchen, where he already prepared a glass with blood. He feared that she wouldn't take the news of her new self really well though.

Scared, startled and confused as she was, Changmin knew that he had a lot of work with Hana. “Just you wait Luhan, unt