Tae Kyung let his eyes wander around and took in the sight of men and women all dressed up in leather and willingly looking like they were experts in killing or torturing someone. And that was exactly why he and his partner fit in, with the slight difference that they really were killers. The dancefloor was filled with people moving their bodies to the bass heavy music usually played at the Odeon. And sometimes he wasn’t sure if it really was the music letting them move the way they did or the fact that they were having sex with their dancing partner right in front of everyone else.
But Tae Kyung couldn’t care less. He had an important mission tonight and though he was just about to meet with the person most capable helping him, he was sure it would be a hard task to persuade Yunho in doing so. His nervousness must’ve shown somehow cause the friend that came with him was eyeing him suspiciously.
“Are you sure about this Tae Kyung?”, the man asked him with just a slight hint of concern evident in his eyes and voice.
Tae Kyung looked the other vampire sitting on the other site of the table straight in the eyes while saying “Yes, I am Yoochun.”
Yoochung looked back while playing with the Whiskey in his glas and finally a smirk went over his face showing just the tips of his fangs.
“You know you’re crazy, right?”
“You knew about that before you came with me, Chunnie. So what is the point?” Tae Kyung asked.
“Yeah I knew, but this time it’s different. You know you could look for someone else, right? Do you really think it’s a good idea to entrust Yunho with the turning of an innocent boy who has no idea what will happen to him? This is really going overboard.”
“Yunho’s not a bad person, okay. He might seem like one but he definitely is not. I know what I am talking about and I know what I do. Besides shouldn’t you be more respectful towards him?”
“I respect him like the devil, that’s why I am concerned.”
“I need him. Or to be more precisely he needs him.”
“Are you really sure?!”
“He is my son, Chunnie!”
“He is a halfblood, Tae. And you know exactly what Yunho thinks about humans. I mean, geeez my great-great-grandpa was also human, but do I talk about it in his presence?” Yoochun was shaking his head. “No man I do not!”
Tae Kyung raised his hand in an attempt to catch the attention of the waitress and was pointing at his empty bottle and Yoochun’s empty glas.
“I won’t do nothing and watch another of my children die. Not if there’s a chance for him to survive this crap. And by the way it is still not certain that he is going to turn. I mean it’s possible that he won’t and be able to live peacefully as a human and never know about the genes he inherited from me. It has happened before.”
And actually that was exactly what he wished for. Because if his son was going to turn and if he came out of it alive, the possibility of him living a peaceful and almost normal life was near zero. It just happens to be a fact that their kind was being hunted.
“If he is going to do it, then not because he wants to, but just because he owes you something.”
“So be it. The main point’s still that he is doing it!”
“But are you sure you’re doing you're son a favour with that? That man is as solicitous as a gun and the first time can be really hard, even for someone who has been prepared since birth. And he definitely is not prepared!”
“I am going to talk to him beforehand.”
“And how exactly are you going to do that? Walking in front of him shaking hands and telling him ‘Oh by the way I am your father and you just hit the jackpot in the evolutionary lottery, because actually you are a vampire! So just get done with the turning shit and we can happily be going to Disneyland!’ Yeah good idea, pal.”
“THAT is not funny!”
“I know it isn’t.” Yoochun was leaning over the table now, to make sure the other one was really getting every word he was saying. “And that’s exactly why I told you to think it over again.” There was silence. ”And maybe I could do it.”
Tae Kyung gave him an ironic/sadistic look. “And how the hell are you going to be able to go back to your house? Sungmin would stake you himself and let you grill in the sunlight. Do you really wanna risk that?”
Yoochun couldn’t supress the shiver running down his spine by the thought of that scenario. “Uhm maybe you’re right.”
“And after he’s done with you, he would come for me.” Now both men were shivering at the thought of Yoochun’s usually calm, polite, and cute ‘husband’. But both knew better than to mess with him.
“Besides…” Tae Kyung stopped talking as soon as the waitress was near enough to understand them though that would probably be very difficult with the loud MetalHop surrounding them. “Besides we are living in dangerous times and in case something happens to me …”
“I will take care of him.”
Tae Kyung toasted to his friend “I know.”
“But you still think Yunho’s the better choice.” Yoochun said without jealousy. Cause that was fact.
“Nobody’s like him.”
“And that’s agood thing!” was all Yoochun could answer. A little smile now present on his lips.
Their organisation, a small circle of warriors who exchanged informations and fought together, thought the same. If it was about vengeance than Yunho was the man. He hunted their enemies as if there was no tomorrow. He was the last survivor of his family, the last pure blood vampire on earth. And though his kind saw him as their king, he himself just felt despicable against his status.
It was like a tragic comedy that it was precisely this man and to be accurate his pure and strong blood that would be the best chance to survive the turning for his son. But Yoochun was also right. He had a feeling as if presenting the devil an innocent soul.
Suddenly the masses were disturbed. Something or someone was moving through them and in the attempt of getting out of the way people were tossing and turning.
“Holy shit! He’s here.” Yoochun said kind of uneasy, reaching for his glass and downing it in one go. “I better take my leave as this is something between the two of you.”
Tae Kyung saw how the mass of people was divided by something dark coming forward. He decided that the reflex of escape was definitely one of the most effecive instincts of humans.
Coming towards him was pure terror all clad in black leather. And that was Yunho. Black long hair was tangling around his aristocratic though kind of brutal face. Black sunglasses were covering his eyes as always. His shoulders brought and muscular. He was a born king, but fate made him a soldier.
And this wind of menace ahead of him was his trademark. As the cold hatred hit Tae Kyung all he could do was take a deep breath and hope that he was indeed doing the right thing.
