Kwan saw a boy standing nearby the gate. He was confused about what he was doing there, so he walked to him. He opened the gate and asked who he was, but the boy didn't answer and gave him a deadly gaze. He had piercing red eyes.
Kwan didn't feel good about it. The boy suddenly attacked him with a metal bar, but he dodged. He kicked the boy, sending him backward.
The boy fixed his composure, stretched his neck, and said, "I didn't expect I'd encounter someone like you, but it's worth the try."
"Stop it, kid," Kwan said. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Then kill me if you can," the boy replied, stepping closer to Kwan. He growled, showing his fangs, ready to bite him, but Kwan was expressionless. "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Why would I?" Kwan asked. He growled, showing his fangs too, longer and more pointed than his. "Are you sure you're going to do this?"
The boy didn't reply and continued striking him with the metal bar, but Kwan dodged all of his attacks. Kwan saw through his movements; he was so slow, and he eventually caught him.
"Stop struggling, kid," Kwan said. "I don't want to kill you, so you better say your intention before I do."
The boy realized his target wasn't easy to kill. He wondered why Denisse gave him such a difficult task. He was so full of himself that he forgot to know his limits. Now Kwan caught him, and he had to spit out the truth.
"Alright, just let me go!" The boy said, finally giving up as he couldn't escape from Kwan's grasp. "I'll tell you, so let me go already!"
"How can I be sure that you won't run away?" Kwan asked.
"I won't, I promise," the boy said, impatient.
"Alright, but if you try to escape, I'll kill you," Kwan warned him before letting him go.
The boy stood up and said, "I'm Charlie. I work for a Mafia organization, and I had a mission to kill you."
"Charlie?" Kwan asked, surprised to know his name. Lucille's son was named Charlie. It couldn't be, he thought; perhaps they just had the same name, but also, this boy was a vampire, so it was possible. "Are you Lucille's son?"
"Yeah, how did you know?" Charlie asked, confused.
Kwan couldn't react at first, realizing that the boy he fought with was none other than his own child. Fortunately, he didn't hurt him so much or kill him. But still, he couldn't tell him directly that he was his father.
"Um, nothing," Kwan said. "Why did you tell me about that Mafia organization and your mission to kill me? Do you know that I can sue you for your killing intent?"
"I'm not afraid anymore, and I find you stronger than them, than me, so I think I should betray them and become your apprentice. Please teach me how to fight, sir," Charlie replied.
Kwan thought about it for a while—he had nothing to lose if he trained Charlie; that way they'd become close, and he wouldn't have to work for a Mafia organization anymore. After all, he was his son, so why not?
"Alright, I'll take you as my apprentice," Kwan said.
"Did you mean it, sir?" Charlie asked, his eyes sparkling in excitement as he wanted to see some cool moves coming from Kwan. He didn't expect he would betray the Mafia organization and become a fan of his enemy.
"Yup," Kwan replied. "So when do you want to start?"
"I…" Charlie paused. "Can I stay here while we train, sir?"
"Yeah, of course, but you'll have to stay outside too. My wife and I had a fight, and she didn't allow me to enter the mansion, so you've got the wrong timing," Kwan said.
"Is she bad?" Charlie asked.
"No, she's not," Kwan replied. "It was my fault, and I deserve to be treated this way. She found out that I cheated on her, and she hated me."
"Oh, I didn't expect that," Charlie said. He couldn't understand why he felt comfortable around Kwan, even if he was dangerous, but talking with him made him feel at ease.
"Come in, let me show you around," Kwan said.
Charlie followed Kwan. He walked beside him as he showed him around the place. It was large. The owner of this manor must be very wealthy.
Kwan showed him the hut and said, "You can rest here temporarily until my wife will allow me to get inside the mansion. Make yourself at home."
"Not bad," Charlie said. "Although it's quite small, it's better than sleeping out in the street."
Hearing Charlie, Kwan remembered his own past. He didn't expect that his son would experience the same thing. He felt sorry for him and promised to himself that he'd do anything to protect him and give him a good life.
Meanwhile, from the window of her room, Rebecca saw Kwan and a boy walking in the garden. Her mind was telling her something crazy, like how could Kwan hooked up with a kid again? Did he lure that boy in the hut to drink his blood? Did he lose his mind already?
"I have to stop him," Rebecca said, then she got downstairs, walked through the garden, and stopped in front of the hut. "Should I really do this? What if I just misinterpreted it? That boy must be a beggar, and Kwan just wanted to help him. Am I too cruel to treat him like this?"
"Rebecca?" Kwan asked as he suddenly appeared behind her. He was cleaning around when he spotted her. "What are you doing here?"
Rebecca was surprised, as she knew she shouldn't be there since she hated Kwan, but even after one night that they weren't together, she already missed him so much. She couldn't handle her pride nor keep her hatred for him.
"I," Rebecca stuttered, wondering why she had to intervene with Kwan's business. "I just want to know who that boy is," she finally said.
Kwan laughed out loud as he thought she was going to say something serious. He walked near her, wanting to touch her shoulder, but he couldn't as he took back his hand. Just like Rebecca, he also missed her so much.
"What's so funny?" Rebecca asked.
"It seems like you're interested in him," Kwan said. He knocked on the door of the hut and called, "Charlie! Someone wants to see you!"
"I'm coming!" Charlie replied. He opened the door and was stunned to see the woman standing there—the same one from the picture, the one he was supposed to kill. But since he'd already betrayed the organization, that mission was now void.
"So, you're Charlie, right?" Rebecca asked, her tone serious. "Tell me, how did you know my husband?"
"Well, I," Charlie showed an awkward smile. "We just actually met a while ago. I was strolling in the street, looking for some shelter, and he saw me. He approached me and asked what happened."
"Oh," Rebecca said; she was so foolish. What she wanted to know was this young boy's relationship with Kwan—if he was a friend, an acquaintance, or some family member. "You must be very tired. Go on, you may rest."
Kwan was confused by Rebecca's actions. He looked into her eyes, and then, without a word, she suddenly hugged him tightly—like she never wanted to let him go again.
"I'm so sorry, Kwan," she said, crying. "I'm so foolish for hating you when you're all that I have."
"It's okay, darling," Kwan replied, patting Rebecca's back. "You were right. It was my fault, and I deserved to be punished, but the nights that we're not together seem so long. I felt so lonely, longing for your touch, and couldn't wait to talk to you again."
"I felt the same," Rebecca said.
Kwan held Rebecca's arms and looked into her eyes with so much adoration. Then he claimed her lips, kissing her passionately like never before.
"Um, sir." Charlie covered his eyes when he saw Kwan and Rebecca kissing.
"Yes, Charlie?" Kwan asked.
"It's nothing, just forget about it," Charlie said as he slid back into the hut, not wanting to disturb them or get involved in couple stuff.
Kwan carried Rebecca and walked through the garden full of red roses, colorful butterflies, and strawberries. He continued inside the mansion and laid her down on the couch. Blood rushed through his veins as he kissed her neck.
"Do you remember what I told you before?" Kwan asked.
"That you'd make my blood taste like sweet strawberries?" Rebecca replied. "How would you do that?"
Kwan's facial expression was serious, then he softened and became vulnerable seeing Rebecca bite her lower lip. Her eyes were sparkling, reflecting his image as he removed his t-shirt, revealing his big, veiny biceps and muscles.
Rebecca moaned as Kwan touched her legs, wiping up her pants. She could feel his hand touching her thighs. Then his finger made its way inside her panties. She was helpless under him as he continued kissing her neck while his finger slid inside hers.
"Ahhh...Kwan," Rebecca said his name, and Kwan wanted to hear it again, so he slid another finger inside hers, making her moan again. "K—Kwan. Don't stop... Ahhh..."
"If that's what you want, milady," Kwan said.
The burning woods crackled from the fireplace, spitting sparks, innocently witnessing their love story. Again, Kwan claimed Rebecca.