“I'm sorry.” Luhan whispered, and he truly meant it. He knew how scared he was, how scared she was of all this blood and war that would always accompany him. “Your wound,” Hana stepped back, avoiding his gaze, and finally stepped out of the shower. “I will get some more blood.” Just as Hana wanted to go, Luhan grabbed her hand and shook his head. “No, it's okay. Stay.”

At first, Hana wanted to disagree, but then she saw his expression and nodded. “I will wait outside,” just as she wanted to leave, Hana stopped. “Luhan... I am glad that you are still alive.” It looked like she wanted to say more, but then she shook her head and left the bathroom. As soon as she closed the door behind her, Luhan let himself sink into the bath tube. His face grimaced in pain, and he huffed for air. He had a double vision, and his head was dizzy. He needed more blood; not blood from a package. He needed blood from a living person. It didn't matter if it would be human or Vampire blood.

It had been very hard for him not to bite Hana, and now he had to pay the price for his own stupidity. He didn't want to scare her, didn't want her to hate him. There was a bitter taste coming up his throat, and Luhan threw up. “Damn it.” He whispered. He hadn't threw up since his training couple of hundred years ago. His hands touched the edge of the wounds, and as he looked at his fingers, he cursed again. There was a strange liquid on the tip of his fingers coming from the wound, and he knew that it was the poisonous silver.

He felt feverish and he was close to call Lay, but then he took a shaky breath and stood up. To his surprise, he found dry clothes in one of the drawers, but he only put over a baggy pants. “God damn it, Luhan. This looks really ugly,” Hana whispered as she saw his wound. He wanted assure her that everything was okay, wanted to say that he was okay, but no words came over his lips.

His knees gave in, and Hana reacted only a second later. “Luhan, tell me what's wrong,” Hana whispered, and she managed to tug him to the bed. “If you don't tell me what's wrong, I can't- ah!” She and Luhan toppled over, and he buried her under his weight. “Get off of me,” Hana ached while trying to push him up. “Luhan,” he didn't react at all. His grip tightened around her arms, and his breath was heavy at her ear.

“Luhan,” she said again, more silently this time. Her body was completely tense as she could feel his teeth at . Memories rose up inside her, and she failed to push them back. Even though she wanted to tell him not to do it, she couldn't. opened and closed again, but no words came over lips. Again, his fangs grazed over and in the next moment, a