Wei calmly read his book. It was an old one, which he liked. For being around for so long, it was always nice to read back from the time before phones or the internet. Today he was reading a book with a beautiful cover of a castle on the front over the hills. The name; I Capture The Castle. Wei, himself, didn't know too much about World War Two as he wasn't necessarily involved with the fight. However, he read many books during the time of the war.
He sat outside, his velvet necklace hanging off his chest with his hands flipping through the novelty book. It was a warmer spring day, the months slowly flipping through just like he flips through the different pages of the book. May Ninth was today, flowers beginning to bloom as did the days.
He heard the door open, and he knew it was one of two people. He continued reading, not looking up to identify the person. "Yang." He spoke calmly as the human sat beside him. The white haired boy didn't look at Wei, instead looking out to the field that led to the wooden fence. It wasn't much of a field, since the house Wei owned was more modern, yet the backyard was the closest thing they would get to a field. "Hey, Wei." Yang said casually, leaning his head on Wei's shoulder lightly. Wei couldn't tell if Yang was trying to read with him, or to simply look down at the many words on the paper.
Either way, Wei shut the book.
He turned to look at Yang. "What do you want?" Wei questioned. Yang could only be here for two things, ask to play video games, or wanted something. And Wei never played video games with Yang, he didn't know how they worked. "Ugh, why do I always have to want something?" Yang groaned, dramatically flopping to the ground. He got that from Chan, Wei was sure.
Wei didn't say anything rhetorical, nor did he say anything to disprove Yang's words. He only asked the human again. "What do you want?" Yang stared at him with fake disappointment before standing up, walking down the painted porch to the concrete walkway that interrupted the lush green grass. A grass that only spring could bring. He stood in front of Wei. "Ying told me you were going out. I wanna come." Yang said simply as Wei placed his book in Yang's previous spot. Wei hummed, laying his hands in his lap. "Okay then. I'll tell you when it's time to leave." Yang's smile that had come from Wei's approval vanished in an instant.
"But I thought we were going now?" Yang asked, his voice sad and whiny. It was hilarious to Wei how the man could argue about being an adult, yet talk like a three year old child. Wei rolled his eyes, grabbing his book once again to read. He parted the pages until he reached his spot on page sixty-five. Wei shook his head. "No. I still would like to read. That is, if you didn't interrupt me." Wei calmly spoke. Yang snatched the book out of Wei's hand, running away from the vampire. "I'll read it." Yang said, running into the house.
Wei sighs, standing up and walking into the house. He saw Yang sit down on the couch in the living room, where Ying was sitting down next to him. "It's in English." Wei warned, shutting the door behind him. Yang groans, setting the book down on the counter and flopping onto Ying's lap. "Ugh! I just want to have fun!" Yang groaned and Ying pushed him off and onto the rug.
"Call Jingfei or Chan." Ying said calmly, not looking up from his phone. Yang sits up, looking back at Ying. "I can't! Jingfei is hanging out with his friend. Chan is hanging out with the a-hole-"Ying kicked Yang with his foot, to which Yang groaned and hugged himself. "Ow!" Yang yelled, quickly standing up. "Don't be mean to Bambang." Ying scolded slightly as Wei sat down next to the vampling. Yang scoffed. "No way. He's literally a vampire hunter. He hurt Jingfei!"
Wei looked up, giving Yang a glare. "Do you want to go to the store or not?" Wei huffed, standing up once again. He grabbed his bag from the counter. Yang rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "I'm being honest." Yang muttered, following out after Wei. He walked out, swinging his bag over his shoulder. "What are you going to make?" Yang asked, walking beside Wei, who shrugged.
Wei adjusted his strap on his shoulders. "Probably soup. What kind, I don't know." Wei answered. He looked around the city, walking on the sidewalk that would lead to the supermarket. Yang gasped, and an idea formed in his brain, Wei was sure. "Hot and sour soup?" Yang asked hopefully. Wei glanced over at him, before shrugging. "Eh, maybe. Depends on what I can find." Wei's dinners always depended on what was available at the market, which depended on the season.
Cabbage, a vegetable Wei liked to put in all his soups, just went out of season. The chance of it being in the market was definitely a gamble, but he'd rather use cabbage one more time until winter. "Oh, well what about mushroom soup. Or black bean soup. Or corn soup-" "Yang, I get it. You want soup." Wei laughed softly, shaking his head. Yang shrugged. "I do, soup is great. But only when you make it. Takeout isn't as good-"
Wei continued walking, waiting for Yang to finish his sentence, but when he didn't he turned to look at Yang, seeing he wasn't beside the vampire anymore. Wei turned around, seeing Yang staring into an alley, wide eyed.
Wei turned to walk back, looking into an alleyway, where a dead vampire laid.