Lured by the Moon

Quinn didn't fight his hold, although his intense eyes linger toward the sleeping figure, who was snoring softly in the quiet room.

As they walked outside with the door shut behind them. Sebastian slams Quinn against the wall, not enough to hurt him, just to get his attention.

Sebastian whispers harshly, "Stop looking at him." Quinn narrows his eyes in response, "Why? You don't really care about him."

Sebastian rolls his eyes comtempuously. "Of course not, stupid. But I'm the one who saved him, so he's mine."

Sebastian looks at him up and down disdainfully, "Regardless, if you're going to feed on someone, do it on someone else." Quinn wanted to ask sarcastically what's so special about the boy, but a whisper at the back of his mind warns him not to open his mouth. He decided to heed this inner voice. Quinn sighed, but he nodded relunctantly. "Fine. I won't touch him." With the last glance at the door, Sebastian watches him walk back to his room. The door shuts with a bang, making him sigh out a relief.

Some part of him worried there would be a conflict. Although they don't seem to get along from the outside's perspective, they define family in a different way.

Throughout centuries, they would have each other's back no matter how bad things got. Sebastian frowns; he notices there is something wrong with the way he's behaving. For a moment—just a moment—why would his heart twist in anxiety? As if he was worried...

Closing his eyes to steady his own beating heart, his eyes open with clarity and calmness. He wouldn't let someone affect him. Not again… He wouldn't let someone have that much control over him again... Heading back to his room, the boy continues to sleep, like a little lamb surrounded by bloodthirsty wolves.

Or maybe not. What if he's dangerous like us too? Otherwise, how would he survive a pack of wolves alone in the woods with only a small knife?

Shaking his head, he walks closer and sits on the bed beside the boy. He looks very exhausted and pale; his lips dried and cracked, like he hadn't had water for a long time.

Tilting his head curiously, he noticed something was off. The boy's eyelashes fluttered softly; there was a small drop of tear in the corner of his eye, as if he were crying. A small slide of tears crawls down to his cheeks.

Sebastian wipes the tears with his fingers, bringing them to his lips. Curling his lips in disgust. How salty…

Sebastian looks down at the sounds; the boy was whimpering in his sleep; his chest was heaving, like he was stuck in a nightmare. More tears come down his cheeks. Sebastian didn't know what to feel; his heart felt like something was gnawing at his mind, having that urge to do something. He detested that feeling—a sign of weakness.

He reached out his hands to squeeze the boy's cheeks; he narrowed his eyes at the sleeping boy. "Hey, when are you going to stop acting like a cry baby?"

The boy scrunched his forehead, breaking out in sweat. Sebastian frowns at the sight—what nightmare is he having?

Sebastian decides to make a decision; he raises his hand.

Pah!

Slapping the boy's cheeks lightly, enough for the boy to open his eyes. Sebastian widened his eyes at the sights, his heart hammering in his throat. What he saw shouldn't be possible.

Double purple pupils are staring at me.

For a flickering moment, he had an urge to flee; he felt like he was stared at by an untamed beast. His eyes were eerie, creepy, and disturbing; it was only the absence of light behind the double pupils.

How is that possible?! What the hell is he?! There was no flicker of recognition within his eyes. Sebastian tries to steady his nerves, despite his heart pounding hard against his ribcage.

Licking his lips as he tries to smile softly, not trying to startle the boy. "H—Hey. How you're feeling?"

The boy tilts his head before responding in a raspy voice. "I'm fine. Who are you?"

I'm your great grandfather, who saved your life, you freaky monster!

Staying as calm as he could, he said in a nonchalant voice. "Don't you remember? I'm the one who saved your life in the woods." Then the boy closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, as if he were aching there.

The boy nods with his fingers tightly clasping his forehead, veins popping out like bursts of blood. "Yeah, I remember. You're the one who killed the wolf."

Sebastian frowns after seeing the boy gritting his teeth. "What is it?"

The boy curls against his stomach; perspiration of sweat lingers on his face like being stranded in the hot desert. "My head. It's hurt so much!"

Sebastian frowns again, then reaches out to knock away the hands that grip his forehead. "Remove your hands."

Startling the boy so much that the boy didn't have the chance to dodge.

The perspiration of the sweat didn't bother Sebastian since sweat is just naturally made of water. Although it feels slimy and clammy. The boy sighs out a relieved sigh, bonelessly lying against the pillow.

His hands were cold and gentle, soothing the pounding headache within. The room was silent and peaceful, allowing the boy to relax his tense shoulders, and Sebastian saw the purples eyes slowly change into a black color.

How strange.

Sebastian saw the boy was heaving lightly, as if he were able to catch his breath. He asks in a casual tone. "Is that better?"

The boy nods, licking his dry lips. Sebastian set his hands down, and the boy looks up at Sebastian with furrowed eyes; the curiosity and interest couldn't be hidden.

Sebastian asks curiosity, "What?"

The boy smacks his lips before taking a deep breath, like preparing for a shocking secret. "W—what are you? When you snap that wolf's neck, no human can be that fast or strong."

Sebastian quirks a strange, calm smile. "How about you? What are you? No ordinary human can kill that many wolves."