& THE WORST IS YET TO COME —

It’s cloudy and dark outside. Having found a spot with little to no people, there Jungwoo loiters. Not doing anything, he exhales a few clouds of smoke to match those that hang in the sky. The demon is deep in his own thoughts. Thinking about something before the presence of someone breaks his concentration.  Tilting his head to get a better look at the individual beside him, he gestures a box of cigarettes their way. “ You want one? “ Jungwoo asks with a smile.

tyler has been wandering a lot since the camping incident. it’s shaken him up a lot more than he’d like to admit and not being able to see for those few days had been a shock to his system. so, he wanders to keep himself busy and clear his mind. he hasn’t painted in a while; everything takes a red hue and his stomach churns at the sight of it, but it’s a color he can’t avoid. he didn’t notice the boy in his path until he was a few spaces away from them. he tilts his head at the offer before nodding. “sure, why not,” he sighs before pulling one from the box. “could i borrow a lighter?” he asks, hand outstretched.

“TYLER!” marcus bursts from his tent with one name on his lips, one face in his mind, and one goal: find << @tylerwxng >>. he’s not even a hundred percent sure what’s going on, he heard the alarm, and the screaming—he thinks it might be a hunter attack but he’s not sure if that’s an assumption or if he’d actually heard someone yell that amongst the screaming. but it doesn’t matter. all that matters is that there’s danger, and danger means marcus needs to find tyler, now. he runs, full vampire super speed, towards where he knows tyler’s tent is, cursing whoever it was that assigned them tents so far away from each other. something comes at him from the side, a man wielding a long wooden stake, and marcus is lucky, catches sight of him just in time to grab his arm and hold him in place, the stake mere inches away from marcus’s chest. marcus growls at the man, eyes feral, teeth bared. it’s been a good two years since marcus was last like this, last let his vampiric instincts fully take over, last… killed. but he doesn’t think about that, or how it might affect him later. all he’s thinking about, as he grabs this hunter by the hair and sinks his teeth into his throat, is destroying anyone who might possibly hurt the one person who gives him any kind of purpose in his godforsaken undead life. 

the first thing he thinks of is marcus. he has to find marcus immediately, but he doesn’t want to leave inha alone. hyunbin will probably come for them, right? he thinks briefly. there’s a part of him that feels like an asshole for wanting to hand her off to someone else, but marcus has to be his priority right now. he.. he can’t live like this without him. he won’t. before he can think about leaving the area to look for his best friend, there’s something flying towards him. he hears it before he sees it: a silver arrow. he catches it in his hand and it has to have something on it because it burns like hell, but he flips it around and throws it back in the direction it came from. a shout of pain reaches his ears and he knows he hit his unseen target.

               IT  WAS  THE  putter  patter  sound  of  footsteps  which  followed  closely  behind  the  siren  as  she  made  her  way  throughout  the  halls  of  keisung’s  dormitory .  just  having  made  a  stealthy  escape  from  the  academy’s  nurse’s  office   where  she  had  taken  a  few  blood  bags  for  a  friend  she  had  planned  to  meet .  & ,  today ,  katrina’s  fashion  hadn’t  consisted  of  her  typical  flashy ,  or  alluring  get  up.  instead ,  it  was  an  oversized  hoodie  which  swallowed  her  small  frame,  as  she  hadn’t  bothered  painting  her  face  in  a  layer  of  makeup.  & ,  she  figured,  for  the  occasion ,  looking  her  best  wasn’t  that  important .  but ,  it doesn’t take long for  the  girl  to  reach  the  room  in  which  she  had  been  looking  for . stopping  in  front  of  a  familiar  door ,   katrina  goes  to  check  &  see  if  the  entrance  had  been  unlocked ,  the  way  《 @tylerwxng 》  had  told  her  it  would  be .  yet  ,  when  it’s  a  quiet  click  that  acts  as  an  indicator  that  the  door  had  opened,  she  peeks  her  head  inside .  a  small  smile  pulling  at  the  corner  of  her  lips  as  she  makes  her  way  into  the  dorm .  “  ty  !!  look  what  i  brought  you  !!   “  katrina  sings  out  in  a  playful  manner.  taking  out  the  blood  bags  that  were  hidden  within  her  hoodie’s  pockets , she  shakes  them  teasingly  within  her  grasp .

katrina... isn’t the worst company for the night. and, unfortunately, that is saying something when you take into account the type of people that attend keisung. so, when she texts him asking about his plans for the evening, and he doesn’t have anything to do regardless, he doesn’t actually mind her coming over to hang out despite the cold tone that seeps into his text messages. he can hear her walking through the halls of the dorm minutes before she stands in front of his door and makes a show of looking like he’s doing something productive when she walks in.

the forest was the easiest place for him to meet his ex right about now, but it wasn’t really for her. it was more so he could spend the next few hours with his daughter whilst she and her boyfriend went about doing some others things. it was a trek for her to get up here with mirae too, but scout had met her half way, leaving bin with inha instead. and now he was just a little away from the camp that they had set up, sitting in a little clearing with his daughter who was babbling away in whatever language babies spoke.. which scout definitely didn’t understand, only really catching on a few words here and there. scout was just lucky he’d gotten back in time to hear her say her first word ( surprisingly or not; puppy ). apparently when both your parents and essentially step dad are wolves, that can happen. 

tyler knows he’s supposed to stick close to inha because the academy wants them to bond or something equally as ridiculous, but he’s tired of watching them and hyunbin make out constantly. he still has his walkie talkie on him if they need him, but they have their boyfriend there for now and tyler can take care of himself. the forest gives him a sort of tranquility that he misses back at keisung. he had seen inha around at keisung, but they’d never had a proper conversation before. she’s loud and energetic in a way that tyler has never been. it’s a lot to get used to, honestly. but, she’s not an asshole and that’s already surprising enough with the people that go to this forsaken school.

marcus waits not far from the edge of the forest, two huge suitcases either side of him—one full of clothes, the other full of lighting equipment. there’s a third, much smaller bag slung over his shoulder too, this one holding his camera. he probably looks like some kind of weird ethereal pack horse, out here with his bags all bathed in moonlight, but he’s too excited about what the night holds to care what a stranger might think if they decided to walk by. tonight marcus is shooting a lookbook—an assignment for one of his classes—and with the forest as his back drop and his best friend as his model, he’s feeling pretty optimistic about how the shoot’s going to go. 

if anyone else had asked him this type of favor, he would have absolutely turned them down. but, it’s marcus and, unfortunately, he can’t deny that boy anything. he’s walking towards the forest with his hands in his pockets when he spots him. the other is surrounded in suitcases and he takes a deep breath. it’s going to be a long night. a smile graces his features when marcus notices him and starts waving. he nods his head in greeting, “yes, yes, i’m here. i told you i would be,” he sighs, but doesn’t shrug his arm off like he would most people. marcus isn’t most people.

perhaps double-majoring wasn’t kinji’s best idea. sure, staying on campus for years and years was considered the norm, particularly since some of them would live for hundreds of years anyway, but that didn’t mean he particularly enjoyed being surrounded by the same creatures for decades. as it was, he was constantly given assignments to analyze older linguistic styles in japan because of his history. 

tyler loves the library, but significantly less so when it’s so close to finals. the place ends up full to the brim and he always ends up sitting with someone he doesn’t know because marcus is his only friend and getting him in a library is just as hard as keeping him out of trouble. he goes to grab the books he knows he needs as reference in hopes that a table will free up by the time he’s done, but he’s never had very good luck.

You’d be shocked at how many times I’ve almost kissed you.

it’s so boring! a frustrated huff makes itself past her lips as she walks around campus. there was absolutely nothing to be done, all her work, assignments, books finished and over with. there was no drama going on-nothing she found worthy to pay attention to atleast. normally she wouldn’t mind days like these-as a student she should be happy for any and all free time she receives-but usually there was something to occupy her. today there is none of that and it sours her mood; lips down turned, brows furrowed, lips shaped into a frown, and displeasure oozing from her. 

finding inspiration isn’t hard for tyler... usually. he’s generally the type of person that likes to keep his thoughts and emotions to himself, which isn’t a good way to cope, but he does his best to release the pent up feelings onto canvas—or paper, or wood, or clay, or whatever material he can get his paint covered hands on—regularly. today just doesn’t seem to be working in his favor at all. he’s sitting against a wall, sketchbook in his lap, headphones in his ears, mask pulled down under his chin. the night before he had left the dorm to sit and do his best to sketch out his next project, but it’s just ended up with scribbled on papers scattered around him with rocks on top to hold them in place so they don’t blow away and him not realizing the sun was coming up until it was already bright overhead. so, now he’s following the shadow that the building gives off in an attempt to not burn his own skin clean off because he’d forgotten the umbrella that he usually carries with him.