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There was no rhyme or reason as to why Yun did some of the things he did.  He was so old at this point, he sometimes figured dementia was slowly trying to take over his mind.  Only after bouncing that thought around for a few minutes would he always remember that he was undead and the only dementia he might ever feel would come from a lack of blood.  Since he was never without a donor, that would never happen.  But still... it had to be something akin to dementia that brought the vampire to different graveyards each year.  It had to be something along the spectrum of insanity even that always made him return to visit the different plots of land that had been set aside over the years.

"You poor sod.”  He commented as he sat down by the headstone that read ‘Here lies Liao Xinyi - Man with no true home.’  The flowers within his grip tumbled to rest awkwardly along the edge of the headstone and the vampire sighed as he glanced up at the moon. “Truly, I must be daft to always come and visit one of my own graves upon my birthday.”

Reaching back into his pocket, Yun brought forth a flask of cognac he kept only for this situation.  Twisting the cap off, he barely kissed the rim of the flask, the Hors d’Age within doing nothing to quench any thirst.  The specialty liquor was just that, a specialty.  Yun poured more of the liquor over the dirt that covered his supposedly rotting corpse than he allowed to slide down his throat.  It was a gift to the person he used to be (Liao Xinyi) and a punishment for the man he was now (Qin Yun.)

Perhaps if he weren’t so stuck in self-loathing mode, Yun would have noticed another body within the confines of the supposedly consecrated land of the dead. It was not the movement of the stranger that drew his attention though, it was the meow of a kitten that suddenly emerged from the shadows.  “Ah... hello there kitten.”  Slim fingers reached out to pet the small creature, but clearly the feline understood what Yun was.  Orange fur puffed up and small paws swiped at him as if to fend him off, actions that made the old soul laugh.

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He adjusted his camera strap and fished the key to the front door out of his pocket. Another ‘gift’ from his father. Jongin scowled as he entered the main foyer and he was blown away by what he saw.

The entire 6 story mansion was abandoned in the 40′s. It was still fully furnished and the water still worked as Jongin could hear it rushing through rusted pipes underneath him. He decided to make his way from the top to the bottom so he could just lock the door and leave when he was done. 

He was winded by the time he made  it up the stairs to the 6th floor and he was disappointed when it turned out to be the only floor of the house that had nothing in it. He made his way through the fifth and fourth floors without incident, noting that the house was eerily quiet. Even the vermin he expected to see were mysteriously absent. As soon as his feet hit the third floor, however, Jongin felt a small change in the atmosphere. His metaphorical hackles raised as he cautiously took a step forward as quiet as possible. Something was here. Something dangerous. And Jongin was headed straight for it.

He turned the corner and entered what he hoped was a safe room. Instead he found that it had been cleaned a little bit and looked like someone had recently lived there. He approached the bed, ready to sit down and assess his surroundings when something on the bed moved. 

Jongin screamed and backed up, tripping and hitting the wall while rapidly taking pictures, hoping to capture the visage of whichever serial killer was going to end his life. It was only after the other person growled at him to ‘fucking stop’ that he did and got a good look at the man through the haze of fear. It took him a second but when he did he sank to the floor on shaky legs as relief flooded his system.