Chapter 61: The Dark

His shirt seemed ripped off, allowing non of his body to be unscaved byt the burning. Similar to Adeline, a precise cut through the throat, burns lying along the bloody slit. His fingertips were swollen, clasped together tightly through the weak body. Burns spread across his body like a disease, his skin boiling and bloodying to a red tone. His eyes wide opened, fear and horror still in his face, a young one, Bambang was sure of that. But a vampling, Bambang wasn't. But he was sure of something.

"He's not a casse. He's innocent. Completely innocent." Unlike Adeline, his face was let pure and innocent, bloody marks from a silver knife sliding up to his jaw, outlining his veins, before disappearing. Bambang reached down, lifting his scorched hand. It was still warm. He was burned less than a minute ago. As Bambang lifted up his hand, a cloth floated down fron his tightened grip. A piece of a blue cloth, stained with viscous blood. "He tried to fight back." Bambang started with a sigh.

Bambang looked up at the cloth. It was a part of the shirt the enragee wore. "They must be around here, then. Most likely why the face wasn't cut to shreds, and his eyes weren't gouged out." Chan mumbled, crouching down himself. He opens the young boys mouth, placing his finger on the corpse's sharp fangs. "He's a vampire, in the middle of becoming an Elder." Chan removes his hand. "He must have been turned when he was young. He can't be any more than fifteen."

Bambang softly swore to himself, standing up. "It seems the Enragee likes to cut them in the throat, and as they bleed out, they burn from the sun." Bambang theorized, whilst Chan leaned slightly on the wall. "It's the only way a vampire can die and their body remains. Any other way, they simply disintegrate into smoke."

Bambang looked down at the body, before looking up at Chan. "Do you think the Enragee wants other vampires to see the dead bodies?" Bambang asked. "Like an art form. Or maybe to scare vampires." He continued, taking out his phone. Chan looked over at Bambang with a hesitant look, before scoffing. "They want attention. Chan sighed. Bambang likely shook his head. "Maybe not attention, per say. Maybe the Enragee just wants vampires to be scared. Maybe to be scared of something happening in the future." Bambang explained, snapping a photo of the vampire's face. He needed to see if other hunters knew of the boy. Maybe knew where he could have been.

"You think something might happen in the future that's worse?"

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Jingfei found out something about Yang in a matter of minutes. He didn't even care that Jingfei didn't know how to play Mario Kart that well. He still won every race, and attacked JIngfei with every Piranha Plant and Golden Mushroom possible. Jingfei groaned for the millionth time, while beside him, Yang cheered. Ying sat on his phone, whilst Wei read.

A soft chuckle was heard from Wei at the constant losing, Jingfei lightly placed his controller down, before turning to Ying. "Enough games. I'm going to leave." JIngfei huffed, standing up. Ying glanced up at Jingfei. "Where are you going?" Ying asked, his finger scrolling on some sort of document. Jingfei turns around to look at Ying, halfway to his room. He shrugs. "Are you curious, or worried?" JIngfei asked in a polite tone.

Ying sighs, lowering his phone. For how old Ying was, Ying looked young. Jingfei knew Ying was turned sometime in the nineteen-forties. But, just like with Chan and Wei, they look the same way they did when the were teenagers. Even if they were hundreds of yerars old. Ying looked young, slightly older than Jingfei, but still young. No more than twenty years old.

He had flawless skin, ghostly pale. He had thin eyes, with slight monolids and darkened red eyes. His hair was the same from when Jingfei first met the boy, mixed streaks of browns and tans, creating layers in his silky smooth hair. His body was slim, but he wasn't frail, and his demeanor was that of a horse, elegant yet powerful.

He gives Jingfei a knowing look. "Both. I just want to know, I can't stop you." Ying said. Jingfei was somewhat shocked by the different proposition the vampire had. Before, Ying hadn't even wanted JIngfei to go out without someone else there, but now he didn't mind. JIngfei was quiet for a moment. "I don't know.. I'm probably going to get Lin Feng to clean up my apartment. We kinda trashed it.." Jingfei shrugged. Ying shortly nodded, leaning back in his seat. "Hm, okay." Ying shrugged.

Wei smiled and looked over at Jingfei. "Please don't be stupid and do something unsafe, okay? I don't know if the elders will try and attack you again, but if they do, please call us." Wei sighed. Yang quickly nodded. "We can beat the shit out of those vampllings!" Yang said, beginning to fight the air. "How old are you again?" Ying asked sarcastically, as Yang looked at him hurt. "WHAT?! I'M EIGHTEEN!" Yang yelled.

Jingfei shrugged. "You never act like it though." JIngfei pointed out. He casually walked upstairs. Technically he was wearing the same clothes he wore the day before, but Jingfei had some clothes left here from shopping with Ying. He reached down to grab different pieces of clothing, throwing them on his bag. He threw off his shirt, sliding of his pants and placing them in his laundry basket.

There was a soft knock on the door, before Yang opened it without Jingfei consent. "Hey." Yang said calmly, scanning Jingfei's body for a moment before humming. "What?" Jingfei asked, quickly grabbing his shirt to hide himself. "You have a body." Yang said calmly, before looking around his room. Jingfei slid on his white shirt, still staring at Yang with a weird look. Yang didn't seem to mind, walking into his room and towards the tv to grab the PS5. "Yeah… all humans do…" Jingfei shrugged. He didn't notice his mistake until Yang pointed it out.

"You aren't human."

Jingfei sighed, sliding on his basic tee. "You know, you should get used to saying vampire when talking about yourself." Yang pointed out, adjusting the PS5 in his hands. "That's just… it's hard to remember those things.." Jingfei explained, as Yang gave him a sympathetic smile. The thing about Yang was that he was different. Wei and Ying and Chan would feel bad for him. And though it was obvious that Yang did as well, his was more hopeful.

"Eh.. you'll get used to it. Have fun with Lin Feng."