egg hyeok

It’s not very unlikely for Lewis to intrude and take the liberty of making himself welcome into someone else’s establishment. He hardly even pays attention to signs. Although this was different. It’s purely out of  the weather demanding all sort of creatures under the sky to seek out for shelter. Purely. Perhaps that’s rather a biased statement. As a matter of fact, Lewis does have some inquiries to the owner of the place.

The tall man tipped his hat that got drenched in the rain after she acknowledged his unprecedented visit. His coat got wet too but no matter. Lewis was not bothered by it. He simply took the garment and his hat off and hanged them by the door where a rack is conveniently provided. “I’d hardly call this a good morning..” Lewis muttered instead of greeting back. “Ah, yes. It’s not a day for me to visit you indeed. So does anybody else, so it seems.” He continued as he looked around the rather empty establishment. “Pending the business due to the weather?”

she emerges from behind the counter; a pencil tucked over her ear, those manicured fingertips holding close the hot ceramic of her steaming tea. she leans against the corner of the front desk, cocking a brow at his form already welcoming himself in – her weight casually leaning to one side. “not at all— i had some projects i wanted to think through on my own.” she responds.

it’s a lazy morning; a quiet one – jess was the only one in her workshop, having sent her staff a quick text message to relieve them of daily duties. in a classic room of dark wood, softly-grey walls and few honey lights turned on to combat the stormy morning out the window; jess stands clutching a mug of warm tea to her chest, eyes reading over the patterns of new dresses laid out before her on a large table. andrea bocelli was singing from a radio nearby, perfidia, and the seamstress was humming along. 

rain pelted the windows, and what should’ve been a sunny morning was hued a dreary grey – a blustery wind whipping up the coattails of any who braved the open streets. the little sign in her door was turned to read ‘closed’ and jess was grateful for the quietness of the shop; choosing the perfect day to lounge in a thick sweat and favourite jeans. she had some projects she wanted to get started, and whilst it was quie——-

————————-ding ! ! ! 

her head lifts, the little bell above her front door signalling the arrival of a soul – the door read closed, but she must’ve forgotten to lock it. she steps out around the table to get a better look at the entrance.

Seoul is such a crowded, and noisy place. But it has always been even before cars were invented. Whether the name it is called was Namgyeong (Goryeo era) or Hanyang (Joseon era), this very place (Seoul) has always been busy. Lewis never minded it. Nor did he pay attention to really notice how busy and big this city is. What he does notice is how things hadn’t really changed.

Lewis decided to dine in a restaurant somewhere in Hongdae. Pretending to be human. With a glass of wine on one hand and the other tucked in his pocket playing with his coin. A soothing sound of the cello playing in the background. And the lights just dim enough to his liking. He hasn’t touched his rarely done steak yet. It’s not like it could give him any satisfaction. Although he does enjoy the taste of food. But if he isn’t going to eat then what was the point of him going there?

People watching. Like he always does. Like any other gods and goddesses does. And perhaps maybe he can catch a familiar scent. Maybe he can notice the clouds crumbling up then perhaps he’d know. Maybe he can spot another poor soul being punished in the middle of the road. He’s wondering maybe he’d come across the goblin here somehow, again so he’s not touching his steak yet.

Soeun sighed as she walked around the different parts of Seoul. Where she was going she really didn’t know where she was going. However she all of a sudden vanished and reappeared near the restaurant where Lewis was. She sighed as she stood there just down the street as she looked at the time as she sighed. Pushing her hair out of her face. She waited a few minutes before a guy came out of a club drink with a woman. Soeun grabbed the woman and pulled her away from the male. “Go home take a cab and don’t go with this guy…forget him… “ She said and hailed the girl a cab and put her in there and told the cab to take this woman straight home and no stopping extra.

The vampire just followed her with his gaze as she walked right through the doors. Intriguing. This fate is. What were the odds he’d actually see her again after he vaguely rejected her? After living on this world for a thousand years this kind of chance is not new to Lewis. It happens more often than anybody actually thinks. The world is but only small after all.

Xiumin was very much used to the  v a r y i n g  scents he came to pick up on here and there, unconsciously memorizing a select few and absolutely wishing he could discard the lot of them. A ‘perk’ that came with being a vampire, of course; he was granted the enhanced ability of smell, being able to track down aromas for  m i l e s  and - his favored aspect - differentiate the blood beneath the skin of others. It was something he relied on heavily when it came to hunting, as he preferred to sink his teeth in a victim whose blood ran sweet and put him in a high after lapping up said  s u b s t a n c e .

What he wasn’t used to; however, was feeling frightened. Yes, such a perception was foreign to him, but the brief seconds of feeling threatened - believing death was  i m m i n e n t  - had him halting in his tracks, a small but  s h a k y  intake of air into lungs that didn’t require it. Just as quick as his initial reaction, he shot his head in the direction behind him. Golden hues bounced between the heads that stood above the crowd that continued to  s w i m  past him, but ultimately failed to find whatever the hell he was looking for that put him out the way it did. 

The craziest damn thing was, the instinct that was his sixth sense failed to alert him of something like that coming within his radar before it was right upon him. Perhaps he was letting himself  g o  - that was the only valid reason he could conjure - as now he couldn’t pinpoint the aura that left him startled and confused as hell. Never during all his days had he felt  s m a l l e r  than he actually was, as he made his position in superiority transparent with those he met. Whatever it was, whoever it was, was just like him. That was the only thing, other than the scent he only dimly  r e c a l l e d  now, he was sure of. Someone not human, someone dark and DANGEROUS, like him but definitely worse. That much he could admit, and with that, he turned back on his heels and went back to  p u s h i n g  himself through the busy street.

Lewis knows what horrible creatures he had accidentally created. Why wouldn’t he? He created something that mirrored his lust and thirst for blood. A slave of their desires, reminding him of what he once was. An identity he keeps denying from himself. Such kind of monster do not deserve to roam the earth. It is only right to wipe them out so if he somehow bumps into one, death will inevitably come their way. Perhaps.

In a way, it was Lewis’ idea of preserving his love’s hatred towards him. It’s his way of acting righteous but ultimately feeling like a hypocrite and a fool. So when he felt another vampire’s presence, one that was just within his reach, Lewis did not even do much of a flinch. Situated in a very crowded place, it’s not exactly a suitable setting to confront the owner of the scent. Besides, he could sense the fear swelling coming from that other vampire’s presence. That only means the creature sensed him too despite concealing his own aura. Therefore the creature was just right under his nose but for some reason he couldn’t pinpoint which one.

Lewis could tell the descendant’s a relatively new one. But the amount of blood that the creature already smothered on his own chin impressed Lewis. A rather deadly one. Not to mention one sensible and quick-witted enough to slip away from his presence quickly. This vampire isn’t a fool and Lewis acknowledges that.

But Lewis has already discovered him. It’s only a matter of time before he can grasp his hand on the descendant’s neck. But before that happens, Lewis settles down by intriguing himself with that mysterious vampire. A creature like that, young and fresh but devilish enough to consume all sorts of blood. It should be fun confronting him, when the time comes.

Fidgeting on his coin in his pocket, Lewis took a turn in a corner away from the crowd. And as if he just walked right through and out of thin air, he’s already situated on top of a building. Below was just where he had been. A traffic of mortals scurrying through the streets. He should be there among the humans perhaps. But Lewis doubts it. Taking a deep breath in with his eyes closed, a good amount of scent inhaled into his lungs, he confirmed. The descendant is hiding well and is nowhere to be sensed but it only made Lewis thrilled. As his eyes fluttered open, the color of his eyes switched colors from dark to a sharp bloodshot eyes. His sharp teeth showing with a sneer and a loud demonic cackle came out of his throat as Lewis started laughing hysterically towards the sky.

Later that evening, Lewis had already consumed his so called dinner. The woman, whose name he did not bother to know, sprawled lifeless on the bed, naked. Its discolored skin blending in with the white sheets. He pondered over how he’s going to get rid of it or if he’s going to do anything about it at all. Had he left enough blood for the woman to be able to at least run off from his hotel room, he wouldn’t have the need to busy himself with this nuisance. But Lewis hasn’t fed on fresh human blood for over a year and it’s obviously difficult for vampires to resist blood. She lasted a while though. He had to give her that credit. But one way or another, whether he let her escape at least or not, he’d still make sure she ended up dead before she could ask for any help.

However with much further thought, Lewis decided to dispatch of his mess in the end. His stay on land became longer than he expected and being on the mortal’s wanted list would be a bother for him. Having humans tailing him never led him to a peaceful day to day life. Need not said that having his face known to the public isn’t really the best option either. With his unaging features it would be problematic if anyone recognizes him. The reason why Lewis sails a lot from country to country and stay afloat in the middle of the sea for most part. He just comes back on land (on a specific land) when he’s certain nobody can recognize him.

Wrapping the woman in sheets, Lewis brought her on top of a cliff where he dropped her off without any empathy to spare. Evidence of her death just smashed into a pile of sharp rocks at the bottom and washed away by harsh smashing waves. The weather has been off since the moment he disappeared from the scene earlier, he noticed. “Did I upset her? How tacky.” Lewis mused by himself with a slight chuckle. But getting to Seoul is what he’s most worried about with this weather. To get there, boarding on a plane is necessary and he absolutely hates flying. He can’t believe messing around with a goblin will bring him this slight misfortune. “I guess I should apologize when we meet again.”

With that said, before midnight clocks in, Lewis finally arrived in Seoul where he hinted he’d be to the goblin named Soeun. Perhaps they’d meet again if she really wanted that dinner.

Soeun stayed in Jeju for the rest of the evening she just stood by the water enjoying the soothing sound of the waves. One of the things that actually made her happy. She smiled as she sat down and closed her eyes letting her mind wander as she took deeps and sort of went into a mediation. It was very relaxing. However the bad weather wasn’t her, it was god being angry at her for allowing two people to die before their time. Hearing the loud rumble over head she opened her eyes and glared at the dark clouds. 

“I didn’t do it okay. I didn’t kill them. I was doing what you wanted me to do in the first place! I was answering prayers you give to me to help them! I helped that woman and got rid of the scum. What the vampire finished him off isn’t my fault. I didn’t kill either of them” She shouted loudly at the clouds as she stood up. “You kill a bunch of people by not allowing me or other angels to ‘save them’ what a bunch of bull” Soeun scoffed as a bolt of Lighting hit near her loudly. “Yahhh!” She shouted at the sky. 

Lewis decided to dine in a restaurant somewhere in Hongdae. Pretending to be human. With a glass of wine on one hand and the other tucked in his pocket playing with his coin. A soothing sound of the cello playing in the background. And the lights just dim enough to his liking. He hasn’t touched his rarely done steak yet. It’s not like it could give him any satisfaction. Although he does enjoy the taste of food. But if he isn’t going to eat then what was the point of him going there?