The week had already passed. Seven days with terrifying dark nights including painfully noisy, obtrusive memories banging around in his mind.
“You should have told me.”
The voice of his friend echoed in his ears as soon as he had turned off the lights. He turned around to face the wall. He knew it was about to start and there was no way he could block it out the movie in his head which had replayed every single night since the incident.
“It’s your fault, you shouldn’t have kept it secret from me!”
He had heard himself saying those words so many times by now that he almost could picture his own face. A disgusting mugging grimace which didn’t look at all like him but like the ugly person he had been that night.
“You are the one talking about secrets as if it would have made any difference!”
The reproachful undertone was gone and replaced with something the boy couldn’t really place yet. They had never fought before.
“Yes! If I had known you were a demon I obviously wouldn’t have brought you home with me!”
Honestly those were the words he regretted the most, the ones which led to the catastrophe.
“Why? Because your father is a freaking demon slaughter or because you wouldn’t be friends with me in the first place?”
The question caught him off guard, of course he never would have risked his friends life. On the other hand he never wanted to be close with a demon either. After all it was a demon who killed his mother, or at least so he thought. It would be stupid and risky and their worlds just didn’t belong together. He was human and shouldn’t hang around with those creatures especially if he wanted to fit in.
“Forget it, I don’t need your answer anymore.”
Apparently it had taken far too long for the boy to respond and his silence was misunderstood.
“No that’s not it! You know, all I wanted is a normal life and a normal friend. One other people actually can see, so they wouldn’t look at me like I’m crazy or very pitiful and I thought I had found that in you.”
In his thoughts it had sounded a lot smarter and meaningful but now he felt stupid for even saying it out loud.
“Just because you have the power to see doesn’t make you special! If you would stop trying to be something you obviously aren’t you would have seen that you are just as normal as anyone else. I can see those things too, am I not normal to you? I’m in the same class as you and obviously others can see me, not to mention that I haven’t murdered anyone. So what should be different between me and you? But that’s exactly the problem with your kind.  Humans think they are so mighty and on top of the food chain and let alone from believing they get away with everything. They enslave their own race just because they are a bunch of ing morons. And the worst you want to be like them!”
And the next thing he remembers is the cracking sound and the bleeding nose but he had gotten some pretty bad injuries from well-placed punches too.
“That’s so human of you, avoiding your problems by running away from them! See, no need to worry you are perfectly normal.”
How he wished he could turn back the time and just catch the wrist of his friend to pull him into his embrace. But there was no such thing as time travel. Clenching his fist, he was desperate to grab and hold onto something but instead of his own skin he feels the soft fabric beyond his fingertips. He usually would have hidden by now under his cover to deaden the sounds of his sobs, but no one was there to hear him anyway. The house was supposed to be quiet nevertheless there was a faint sound. Almost as if someone was throwing pebbles against his window…
No, someone wass throwing something against his window and as soon as it hit the glass it gave a chinking sound. It took some effort to open the sticky eyes from all the tears he had shed already. But he needed to know where the sound was coming from, because maybe he hadn’t forgotten about his birthday. He glanced at the alarm - still two minutes left until the clock changed to am - midnight. It was stupid to build up hopes, because hopes would never come true and once they crush it hurts even more then the reality had before. It was stupid and still he does and his foolish heart beats excitedly hard against his chest. His bare feet touched the cold wooden floor and he carefully steps towards the window and all he wished was to see a familiar face below it. One with almond shaped eyes and foreign brown hairs.
He hadn’t even realized that he held his breath until his hand touched the frame and a sudden loud sob escaped his throat. Down there was a soft warm shimmering light. He tried to be reasonable, trying to keep his hopes low. It might just be an angry goblin, his imagination, or his father who had forgotten once again to bring his spare key with him. His father never celebrated anything; with his mother passing away birthdays faded too.
Though his brain told him to act wise and not just blindly run into the cold his heart and his feet united and did otherwise. He had turned so quickly around that he almost stumbled over his own legs before he finally ran down the stairs. When he reached the first floor the shining light outside was just a weak flicker. He rushed the last steps and more likely felt down the doorway. He didn’t cared that his feeds still were and he only a thin pajama by fare not enough to keep him warm in the cold winter air.
Following the trail of light which he now was sure they were candles, even though his sight became blurry a long while ago.

Wooyoung pouts as the waitress finally brings two cups of ice creams. The ice is already starting to melt and drips along the glass down at his spoon. He dislikes sticky fingers, but waiting for a new spoon would let his ice turn into a shake. The temperatures are too hot and he doesn’t want to waste his sweet. But to his surprise the owner of the second cup seem to have noticed his hesitation because he simply stole his cutlery to replace it with his own silver glittery clean one. If the circumstances were different and he hadn’t just tried to kill him he might have seen a soft smile waver on the face of the other but now there was nothing even close to it. Just a human being alert of every move he does.
“So you are blood type B.”
Wooyoung tries to start a conversation realizing to late that it might be not the best choice to start with the topic that actually brought him into this awkward situation.
The other just glares at him remaining silent but he does dare to take a spoon full of the desert Wooyoung is willing to pay for. A weird attempt to indemnify his open bills. There isn’t any guides how to make up with prey you can’t dispatch of.
Sighing, he dips his own spoon into the already creamy mixture not missing Chansung's flinch. his body ready to dodge his attack with the very same silverware he has nibbled a few seconds ago.
“Listen I’m the victim here. Do you even have the slightest idea how awful your blood tastes.”
As if to proof his words he takes another huge bite of the melting ice. His is vanilla- chocolate flavored, the classic. Not because it was his favorite flavor but becayse it was all he could bear in a situation like this. The penetrant metallic taste still lingers on his tongue and he doesn’t want to risk any weird combination which may turn the acid taste to the worst.
“Oh I’m so sorry I don’t taste to your liking. I will remember to bring salt and pepper with me in case you feel suddenly hungry again!”
His eyebrows furrow, this human truly had some guts. He even finds himself enjoying the time he spends with him despite their bad terms and he couldn’t help but to wonder if the circumstances were different how their relationship might have looked like. But he hasn’t time for thinking about being friends with a human, not when his life is still in danger and every passing second put more pressure on his back.
“If you would be so kind and finally explain me why I almost got killed?”
Yet he sits here, dawdling his time away, because he felt responsible and the boy deserves some answers. Of course this is still a selfish act, because he needs something that erases the bad taste in his mouth and a bodyguard to keep that vampire away from him.
“I didn’t want to kill you. I just need your liver.”
Instead of the expected sympathy he only got a disgusted glare.
“Humans truly don’t know anything about the rules of nature do they?”
He mutters more to himself than Chansung, but the latter listens to it anyway and since he doesn’t look like he just gave up on the topic easily if he keeps on ditching it he might as well just tell him the truth and use the mean time to think about a new plan.
“I’m a nine tailed fox.”
“I figured that.” Chansung snapped at him, but added more musing: “Though you only had four tails if I remember right.”
Though Chansung really doesn’t want to feel any attraction to someone who just attempted to murder him he still thought that his cheeks were cute. Especially since they now get a deep red shade.
“Yah! Do you want to hear the story or not! I don’t need to tell you!” Wooyoung jangles while waving hysterically with his spoon to threaten the bold human. But instead of feeling afraid of the hot tempered fox, Chansung just pokes his cheeks and yes smiles a little at him.
He never felt so humiliated by a human being, but instead of anger raising in him he feels a sudden unknown shyness. He quickly shakes it off and instead finally continues his story.
“Do you ever heard of the ‘I-3’ magic fox blood has?”
The question is more likely rhetoric, because Wooyoung is pretty sure the younger couldn’t know. Only if he ever has met a fox before which he probably hasn’t because else he wouldn’t be alive now.
So it came to no surprise when the younger one jolts his head to deny.
“Of course not, it’s a well-kept secret between fox and vampires.” Wooyoung explains and even slips his chair a little closer, ignoring Chansung's irritation. The things he is about to tell him weren’t supposed to be accidentally eavesdropped by anyone else.
“So our blood contains our magic, the magic which let us create illusions also called fox-fires by your kind. But the same magic is called I-3 by vampires, because it allows them to live in the sun. They call it I-3 because its short for invadere for preventing, inibitore for blocking, illumina for light - in this case sun light and it works for them just like for humans sun block does. It keeps away the dangerous waves the sun has which actually hurts the vampire and makes them yeah almost immortal. That’s why they call us I-3 and that why we are hunted by them since ages ago. But with a human liver of someone which isn’t affected by our fox magic we damages that gen in our blood so we become useless to them. Therefore I found you, but I can’t use you because you are blood type B.”
The curious human being really has listened to his whole story, and doesn’t even seem to be to troubled and confused about it. Wooyoung couldn’t help but to admire his indifference.
“I’m not sure if I want to know, but why is that blood type thing so important?”
Wooyoung shrugs, observing now the people who pass by their window.
“I don’t know, I haven’t paid that much of attention back than and I never got the chance to ask my mother since she already passed away.”
“Oh …”
Something in the face of his vis-à-vis changes and the wariness has faded.
“I know maybe someone who might be able to help you.”
Wooyoung mood lightens up, because apparently staring desperate out of the window in hope that of the resolution and a better liver may just stroll into his mouth wasn't working. He has just started to think that there isn’t any other resolution than to live a life in constant fear and endless running.
“But he won’t be around for quite a while.”
If it wasn’t impossible to hear hopes shatter Wooyoung would swear he has heard his, but maybe it’s just the spoon that has crashed on the ground the second Chansung finishes his sentence.
“I won’t be alive that long …”
He murmurs as he squints towards Chansung, not sure if the other just plaid a mean joke on him to seek for revenge, but as he couldn’t find any hint of satisfaction he drops that thought again.
“But thank you for trying … I guess…”
He couldn’t even finish as his shin feels a short pain and Chansung’s fierce stare almost pierces him.
“Let me finish first. You can stay with me. My father is a demon slayer and has some experience with vampire hunting as well. I don’t think he will dare to attack you if you are with me.”
By now Wooyoung is pretty sure Chansung must be kidding him, but then again he doesn’t looks like it.
“Oh that sounds so much better. I am a deer which goes to a slaughter so it will not be hunted.”
He hasn’t meant to sound so sarcastic, but he couldn’t help it.
“Save your breath, my father isn’t that skilled he won’t recognize you. I promise!”
“Oh that makes it so much better! So how will he be any help than?!” Wooyoung counters and this time with success since Chansung agrees.
“Well he might not, but the vampire doesn’t needs to know that right. Beside we still have Jeonggamie~” His cheerful sing song voice doesn’t make Wooyoung feel any better about entrusting his life to his own prey.
“Oh you mean your cat? …wait your cat was a monster right? Where the hell did you even got such a thing anyway?”
Chansung’s eyes travel away from the table somewhere Wooyoung isn’t able to follow. A very sad but beautiful smile appears on his dreamy looking face as he quietly mumbles.
“He was a very special present and very dear to me…”
 

Suddenly the light path ended and as he turned around the candles were gone. He took a deep breath to calm down, wiping away the tears which still clung on his leashes and moistened his cheeks. Astonished by his own serenity he took a look around and soon recognized the place even in the deepest darkness. The playground. Suddenly he felt the frostiness, except his toes they already were frozen and felt numb. Moving hurt and his whole body tumbled in a last attempt to keep him a little warm, he knew he needed to go home now but he just couldn’t. Not if there still was a tiny bit of hope. He was just about to curse his own stupidity as suddenly his vision became black and warm hands were laid on his cold cheeks.
“Khunnie?”
He whispered softly as he heard a soft and heartwarming laugh.
“Of course I never would miss the birthday of my best friend!”