Hana could still taste Luhan's blood on her lips, even though it was long gone. Her body craved for more, wanted more, and the desire was even stronger than the pain. There was something so familiar to that taste, especially the velvety taste that covered and calmed her a bit. Why was the taste so familiar? Where had she tasted it before? Where?

The calm and smooth haze of Luhan's blood suddenly got torn apart by the memories. They collapsed on her, threatened to bury Hana alive. “No!” Hana called out and tried to push them away behind a wall. “No! Mari! Mari!” Hana's hand closed around Mari's hand, which suddenly dissolved. “I am sorry! I am sorry!” Hana gasped and sat up abruptly. Her breath was heavy and way too fast, and it took her a moment to focus on her surroundings. Luhan sat at the end of the bed. Bed? How the heck did she got on that bed?

How ever had she ended on the bed was a mystery, and Hana ran her fingers through her hair and started to knead her own fingers in nervousness. Noticing that she wore a man shirt, she eyed Luhan closely, who only wore a tank. “I would say that you give me my shirt back, but then you would probably sit here just in undergarments. I don't think you would like that,” Hana immediately crossed her arms in front of her, and Luhan slowly raised his head, a smile on his face. “Thought so,”

The smile disappeared from his face as he suddenly leaned in a bit, his hands cupping her face softly. Hana closed her eyes, just because she was still confused and frightened and the touch calmed her a bit. “How are you? Are you feeling better?” She did, surprisingly, though the feeling of exhaustion was still there. “Better than before, for sure. Where are we, what time is it?”

Luhan could still see the pain in her eyes, the shock and the fear, and he felt so sorry. “We are under the hunters' guild. It is 12 in the afternoon, and we will be probably sitting here all day. So, you have any ideas what we can do to make time go faster?” The last question was meant to be as a joke, but as he saw how serious Hana took it, Luhan started to laugh. He pinched her nose. “That was a joke. Are you hungry?”

She didn't have to nod; Luhan could see the hunger in her eyes, and he stood up to get the bottle with the blood, which the hunters had brought them. “Here.” Luhan threw the bottle across the room, and Hana caught it. Compared to Luhan's blood, the blood in the bottle tasted awfully bland, and Hana tried not to spit it out immediately. “What's wrong?” There was something wrong, and Luhan knew it; he could see it from her stiff body posture. “Nothing,” she muttered and took another gulp.

Fingers wrapped around her chin and softly, Luhan raised her head up. “What's wrong?” Her heart stopped as she saw his eyes. Dark brown with red splinters; not blood red, ruby