Two weeks later:

The room under Kari's house shook as Hana got smashed against the wall. Taemin's arms slammed next to her head against the wall. His lean and muscly body pressed against her back. “Not good enough.” Taemin whispered into her ear. A growl came over Hana's lips as she tried to calm her breath. “Does Kai know that he has such a erted brother?” A smirk appeared on the Sanguera's face, and he placed a small kiss on her neck.

Unlike Kai, Taemin was playboy. He loved flirting with girls and overstepping boundaries, and it seemed like Hana had to get to used to that. “He knows who I am, and he knows my character traits,” his arm wrapped around her waist, but Hana was prepared for that what came next. As he threw her around, Hana used the flow of the movement to prop her foot against the wall. Taemin growled as he had to change his stance and his grip around Hana. In mid air, Hana spun around and hit his neck with her leg.

Taemin didn't give in though, as he grabbed her leg and seconds later, Hana laid on the ground, Taemin hovering right above her. “Not bad, but not good enough,” another growl escaped her lips, because he had said those words nearly every day in the past two weeks. The training was more than just hellish, and Hana had many bruises, broken bones and ripped muscle, which luckily healed quite fast. Every time he told her to rest, Hana immediately fell asleep. His training was more than just exhausting, physically and mentally.

It looked like he would look down on her, but he did that because he wanted her to prepare for other Vampires. Next to the fighting lessons, Taemin also taught her a lot about the Vampire society; like the snotty behavior of the most Vampires. “How convenient,” he caught her hand and nailed it down on the ground. “I can't even believe that my brother didn't grab his chance.” Taemin caught her other hand and leaned forward a bit.

“Really, you and Kai can't be brothers.” With the last words, Hana slammed her forehead against his, and he backed off immediately. Hana jumped up and dashed forward. In no time, she slammed her knee into his guts, whirled around and aimed for his face with her fist. Taemin blocked her fist with his and rammed his elbow into her ribcage. Her bones broke, and she flew into the wall. “Enough. Let's take a break.” Hana couldn't breath very well, and she was sure that her bones had pierced her lungs.

Taemin rolled her on her back, a small frown on his face. His fangs glistened in the light and seconds later, Hana could taste his blood in . The taste of Taemin's blood was so much more different than Luhan's; his blood was less sweet, but though it seemed to be even more alluring. It had a slight hint of champagne and sweet grapes, and it sent tingles through