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    Joon had given warning after warning until he had enough, everything bubbling up within him and the fact he had pretty much switched off his humanity was not helping. A feral vampire could be seen as a very hungry tiger, who really wasn’t in the mood to play and very much in the need for a good prey. Lunging himself forward he grabbed his best friends throat and snarled at him a scream that seemed to rock the foundations of the hanok. “YOU SLEPT WITH MY BOYFRIEND AND I AM SUPPOSED TO LET IT FUCKING SLIDE?” he yelled in a rage as his fangs were bared, eyes raging with nothing but utter undiluted anger and need for destruction.  It was known, even for the common folk, that the strength of a vampire was no joke and as he was pure of blood that statement rang even more true. “I have enough of you constantly making me into a fucking fool - be it in the gang in the protection of your fucking ex-boyfriends or right now where you again slept with Kitty. My Kitty!” Letting go of the males throat he used his free hand to land a punch into Pollux gut and move away. 

    “You are the one not fucking listening! I am sick and fucking tired of being the made into the unreasonable one, when the person I thought was my close friend slept with my boyfriend. Is there nothing off limits to you?” he snarled at the other, looking for another point of attack and feeling how all of this was making him exceptionally hungry. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that his father stood at the doorway, watching wordlessly and a bit of him alarmed to see his son in such a state. Lev honestly did not care as this had been the last straw and no logic in the world would calm him down, when nothing he said was respected. “I asked you to leave, you don’t. I expected you never to fucking sleep with Kitty, you fucking did! I am not supposed to bring up the past, because petty, and what am I actually allowed, mister Pollux? Am I allowed to breath and feed or are you going to give me blood bags you deem fit, ou mighty former lapdog of Hades?!” Spitting out venom like a poison filled python was something he had learned to perfection from his mother, which was why his fathers face dropped. A warning whisper of his sons name escaped the old vampires lips, unable to fathom that this would ever come to be.

Pollux didn’t half expect the hand wrapped around his throat. Naturally, he should have figured, since he was dealing with a feral and angry vampire, but it was still Joon and that thought couldn’t leave his head. Joon wouldn’t harm him, would he? Apparently he was wrong, because the hand around his throat said otherwise. His hands went up to pry, the air unable to pass to his lungs with the crushing grip. For probably the first time in his life, he feared he may die, by his best friend’s hand. But then he was being let go, while another spout of pain echoed through his gut where the punch had landed. It sent him falling back, and that’s when Pollux realized-- he couldn’t talk anymore. Joon was unable to be reasoned with, and every part of him screamed to fight back. So, he did. He swallowed, looking up to the vampire while he sat on the ground, his own eyes searching for an attack point. Every bit of training he had with Alex, every year of experience he had as a killer, he tapped into, fingers dancing on the ground. Joon was in no state. 

@vc-pollux

One thing Joon’s apartment didn’t lack in was space. With the coffee table and love seat pushed out of the way there was enough room between the larger sectional and the entertainment set up for Yejun to stretch out and dance. While he didn’t mind an audience, the newborn had only invaded the space when his sire and boyfriend were out of the house and he didn’t worry about bothering the pair. This afternoon was different as three pairs of eyes followed the vampire as he bent down to touch his toes.  Church and Kishan steadily ignored the vampire once he got into his routine, but he enjoyed Pollux’s eyes watching over him. 

“It’s really like riding a bike,” Yejun explained as he sat down to do floor stretches. “I may not dance professionally anymore, but my body hasn’t forgotten how to stretch or do a pirouette.” A grin lit up his features once again when he looked back up at the hellhound swallowed up by blankets with his puppy and Joon’s kitten joining him. The sight was beyond soft. If the vampire didn’t know any better he would never have guess the hellhound was nursing three gunshot wounds from an assassination gone wrong. It had become the newborn’s responsibility to watch over the other and Kitty while Joon went off to do who knows what for their gang. 

Pollux, for the most part, has been stuck in bed rest since he had gotten shot. The bullet wound had went completely through his hip, so as a result, there was a lot more damage than just a simple gunshot wound. Pollux hated it. He couldn’t jog, he couldn’t work, he couldn’t do anything aside from just sit, stare, and watch Yejun dance and stretch. Not that the hellhound was complaining. It was a sight, after all. But it still didn’t help that Pollux couldn’t do anything besides lay there. He had gotten plenty of dog and kitten cuddles throughout the days since. 

Currently, Kishan sat atop his chest, with Church on his side as the three of them cuddled. If someone had told him he would cuddle up with a cat that wasn’t Kitty about a month ago, he would have laughed. But here he was, enjoying the purring that reverberated into his chest. He sighed, brushing the kitten’s ears lightly as he listened to Yejun speak. His eyes trailed over to the vampire, watching as he did his stretches. “I have no idea what a pirouette is,” he chuckled softly, trying not to wake the slumbering kitten, which he glanced down to take note of once more.

“No no no, horror’s fine by me! You know me, I’m always down for a good scream,” Fei conceded, searching through the pile of snacks for some candy, if only because a bit of sugar might be able to make her feel more awake. Truthfully, if they were to watch a comedy, the succubus wasn’t sure if she had the energy to laugh at the moment, and that would definitely alert Pollux that something was up with her, and she didn’t think that she really wanted to have that conversation at the moment. At least with a horror series, her unenergetic expression wouldn’t garner too much attention— watching horror movies with a straight face was sort of their thing after all. 

    His violet eyes scanned the woods, knowing well none of the wolfs from the pack would sneak up on him like this as they were made aware of how weak his control could be. Naturally it had gotten slowly better, sort of, but it wasn’t on the level the warlock could say he was comfortable with being surprised. Gazing into the shadows, as if he could see perfectly in the dark, Matteo felt how his heart skipped a beat and face slowly morphed into a wide smile as he finally saw the creature before him. Three beautiful tails that befitted the large hound like nothing else in the world, leaving his eyes to shine bright with nothing less than adoration. “Bella bestia,” he sighed out loud as if he was a love struck teenager, who had for the first time being capable of seeing their crush up close. Hajoon always forgot his Korean and fell back into older Italian, when he was stunned.

    Not sure if he should move or not, the warlock stood there in pure calm and all smiles - to Luca there would never be no beast more beautiful than this. Sure he had seen wolves and even werewolves, but this creature before him took the cake. “Don’t growl, you unearthly beauty. I mean no harm, none at all. I did not know the shadows hid away such a magnificent creature - how cruel of my eyes not to spot you a lot earlier.” Hajoon was fully swooning at this point and anyone with half the love he owned for this kind, would have done the very same and maybe even more. 

The hellhound halted his growling, a bit taken aback in surprise. Usually, an individual would run, would show some sort of fear, uneasiness. Just without the growling, it was an obvious thing-- no one should mess with Pollux in hound form. Yet, here was this individual, calling him beautiful and magnificent. Needless to say, when he didn’t even know the guy, it was a strange thing. But, nevertheless, he found it a bit... flattering, and he didn’t see the other as much of a threat. After all, his whole stance was nonthreatening. Pollux had no reason to attack. 

    Joon was not in his right mind and had not been the moment he left the city, left his precious bike at some random spot on the road. By all means the vampire had left behind his humanity the moment he got onto that bike, driving towards the unknown and letting every single emotion take over him. “Ou so when I show emotions it is being petty? Indeed curious how I needed to step over fucking egg shells so you wouldn’t be upset, but when I am then it is just being petty? You slept with my boyfriend! The only man I have ever deeply unconditionally loved and would give my own dam head for!” he yelled out in utter anger, his voice with snarls and hisses as Lev would not back down. This time he would not hold back his emotions, just because he should be reasonable - in all fairness he was tired of being the level headed one.

    Fangs bared and in a attack position, Apollo was ready to give one more warning to the hellhound before it would be too late. His sane logical side was locked away, begging him to reconsider his actions and get back to his senses. Those pleas were muted as he moved a bit closer with a sneering smirk on his lips and anger filled eyes. “I can’t say anything can I? No precious Pollux would be hurt, wouldn’t he? I don’t give a dam now, because at least I always had the integrity to not sleep with your boyfriends since you mean more to me as a friend than a fucking good time in bed!” he snarled out and looked at the hellhound, nothing about him the good friend and supporting Apollo that anyone knew. This was the pure unfiltered vampiric form with no filters and a bit too much like his mother, something Joon’s father had to note with clear fear in his eyes. Now it was clear that Lev should never be allowed to let his true nature out in fear of being a near carbon copy of his mother - something this world did not need. By all means once the anger and resentment simmered down, it would also dawn on Lev and that was a fact that scared Joons father even more. “Last warning, leave. Leave me the hell alone!”

        “I sent the map for my bike, not me,” he spat through his teeth, looking at the hellhound with nothing less than pure anger as nothing within him seemed to have settled down. Instead someone looking him up, when Lev stated he didn’t want to be found, left the pure blood seeing nothing less than red and making it clear he didn’t want anyone to come near. His hisses grew louder, signalling that his more animalistic side had taken over and logic would not be apart of this dialog, much less reason or common sense. Right now the Apollo saw someone, who had not known his own boundaries and crossed them to a point that the vampires whole existence ached with pain. The same person, who saved him from the aftermath of the blast, now was the one to cause him unreasonably deep pain.

        “L e a v e!” he shouted this time around with a clearly aggravated voice as he moved further into a position to attack and for the moment not caring if they were friends. Snorting loudly Joon rolled his eyes as a mocking grin came to his lips, baring his fangs even further as a snarl passed his mouth.  “Ou so now you are concerned about me? Cute that I finally passed your mind, but I get it being around Kitty does mess with ones mind.” His tone cold and disconnected, it wasn’t Apollo speaking, but the blind anger within his soul that finally had a chance to let off some steam. “You know, Pollux, why I never accepted any suggestions from either of your ex’s? Hmm? Do you?”

Pollux knew that Apollo wasn’t in the right state of mind. They way he talked, hissed, yelled-- his facial expression-- it all led to pure hatred and anger. And part of Pollux mourned the side of his friend, fearful this may be the one time that their friendship will break. There was a lot a relationship, a friendship, could withstand, but was this one of them? The way that Apollo so clearly wanted to attacked and hurt Pollux? Despite that, the hellhound wouldn’t hold anything against the vampire, for what he said, even if it may be difficult in the moment. He took a deep breath, closing his golden eyes for a moment before looking right back to Apollo. 

“You absolutely need dick…or girl parts. Whatever you like.” Kitty only had one foray with a female a long time ago and it was enough for him to know women were beautiful creatures, but not for him.  With a pout, Kitty climbed up on the bar stool just so the bartender could see him. “Fine, two rounds of shots and then you can pay for your own liver damage,” he whined but couldn’t keep the silly smile off his face. The hellcat was entirely too excited for their evening out. A minute later the bar tender lined up shot glasses and poured straight vodka into them. It wasn’t the hellcat’s dirnk of choice, but for Pollux he’d do anything. “Cheers!” The first shot burned more than it should have and caused Kitty to cough and lean into the hellhound for support. A few more of those and he’d be drunk for sure. 

“Probably both? I’ve only ever had dick, though,” Pollux chuckled before realizing-- he needed to relax. Big time. He couldn’t help he wasn’t use to this-- the break up and then, so soon going to have a night out. But he could help whether he enjoyed this or not. So, whenever the first round of shots arrived, Pollux made it his mission to relax for the night, with his best friend, who seemed accustomed to this type of thing despite Pollux working as a bartender. And what could he say, Kitty’s excitement was contagious, and he couldn’t help the smile that came to his face when he saw that goofy grin. The hellcat really was adorable. 

Fei hummed, considering the options for a moment. A series would take up a lot more time, but… well, on second thought, that might be a good thing. It would give her an excuse not to have to leave for a while, and if there was anything that she didn’t want to do at the moment, it was to go out and exhaust a ton of energy. Nope, staying in and binging a series sounded perfect. “Slasher? S’That a horror series?” Though truly, Fei didn’t care much. She just needed something as a distraction. “Eh, doesn’t matter. Sounds good, I’m down for it.” 

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    Matteo was hopeless when it came to two things - love and hounds. To him a beautiful wolf could be equally as beautiful as any painting hanging in an old museum or flashy gallery. Not sure why, but it had been clear from day one that his familiar was a hound, to be specific a beautiful yet dangerous wolf. By now the warlock was sure that if he wouldn’t be a warlock he would surely be a werewolf, roaming the streets and probably causing trouble. Those were the thoughts on his mind as he walked through the woods, having once more meditated near a spot with strong magical energy. After those meditations he usually felt a lot more at ease than usual, mainly because he could focus on other things.

    Walking back towards his gangs grounds, the warlock took small detours simply to roam the city and hoped to come across something or someone curious. As he walked the male heard someone move not so far away from him, leaving the warlock to stop in his tracks and look into the darkness. “Who walks there?”

It had been a while, since Pollux had wandered the woods on his own. He was in too much of a slump the past few weeks, what with the break up and all, but finally was crawling out of the hole he had dug. He had been focusing too much on work to really go out and enjoy himself for a run. And of course, his nightly strolls were always done in hound form. It was safer, and not to mention, there was just something Pollux enjoyed about being able to feel the wind against his fur, the way his eyesight was heightened in the dark, and the way he seemed to fade into the darkness himself. It has been at least an hour of him out there, wandering, exploring the woods he had missed, when he heard the sound of someone near. Which, admittedly, was strange. 

    Joon laid on the veranda of the old hanok, looking up into the starry sky as his mind was wonderfully blank - much because of his father insisting he drink O blood till he felt full. Indeed it had helped him to finally simmer down enough to try to get some rest, even if it meant to sleep on the hard wood veranda and away from his comfortable bed. Laying there it was like he could finally think, clean out his heart and mind from everything that had been cluttering it - yet still it was hard to separate everything. It was a tangled mess of things still unaddressed from his past, his intense feelings for Kitty and how close to home everything hit for him. The only thing helping him right now was the fact his phone was turned off, which meant no one could start telling him he was being dramatic or over reacting.

    This process of figuring things out was disturbed as he heard someone coming closer to the old building and a scent entered his nose, probably right now the only one to get his blood boiling. Moving to a crouching position he watched the hellhound come into his family home grounds, leaving Joon to see red and feel how a low warning hiss leave his throat. Not sure why he had this attack, the fact that Pollux had come look for him was suddenly salt being rubbed into his wounds and left the usually level headed pure blood lose it. Letting his lip curl back over his teeth, another sound ripped itself from his throat as a snarl was clearly audible, waking up the whole household. “I said not to look for me. Leave! Now!”

“You literally sent the map of your bike,” Pollux muttered, loud enough to be heard as he drew closer, having spotted the two figures. He didn’t know who the second figure was, but the figure laying down-- well, he knew exactly who that was. And just as Pollux figured, he did not at all care to see Pollux in that moment. He drew closer to the dark hanok, stuffing his hands within his pockets to show he meant no harm. He doubted Joon would care. 

Truthfully, Fei could really use a chill night with Pollux now, far too much weighing on her mind ever since the bomb. Not only had she sworn herself to secrecy dating a Howler of all people, but she was also pulling off the longest fast of her short life thus far, having avoided feeding for nearly a month now. She felt like shit, though that was completely warranted. Maybe snacks and Netflix was exactly what she needed at the moment. “Aw, I miss you too,” she responded, lips forming into a little pout.

She hadn’t seen Pollux since he, Alex, and Minki had announced their breakup and honestly, she was sort of worried for him. Not that she’d ask, if only because she didn’t want to bring up bad memories and put a damper on tonight’s mood. No, tonight was for them to chill and relax and ignore everything that was going on around them. The succubus loaded her arms with various snacks before making her way to join Pollux. “Um— a thriller movie, maybe? Have you seen ads for any good ones lately?” Fei spread the snacks over the coffee table before plopping herself right onto the couch beside Pollux.

Pollux relaxed onto the couch, pulling his feet up under him. He leaned forward, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth with a small hum before replying. “No, actually, not any good ones. The new Pet Semetery is out now, like, to rent, but I don’t think I care to see it again,” he admitted, “There’s this Netflix series called Slasher though? I heard it’s pretty good, three seasons, we can binge it and pretend it’s a movie?”