Pletak.
Arzan hit Ain's head then snorted harshly. "I'm a special werewolf, believe me, I'm more attractive than Ades."
"But Ades's charm is greater than yours."
"Fuck bastard, get lost from the face of the world." Ain chuckled, feeling like he had succeeded in pranking Arzan. Honestly, he doesn't care who Arzan is, as long as she has enough use value.
Ain snorted, suddenly feeling very tired, he only leaned his head at the intersection of Arzan's neck, nuzzled his nose into the fresh rose pheromone.
Arzan's goosebumps quickly moved Ain away from her but didn't push away, placing Wizard on her lap. The wizard was very exhausted as if his blood had been drained. Arzan grumbling, opening the worn cloth on her wrist, scratching a little to draw out a few drops of blood.
Ain wasn't aware, he felt too comfortable closing his eyes before that comfort was taken away.
He didn't flinch when his mouth be opened. When the iron taste of blood hit his taste buds, his instinctive active spitting stopped Arzan, but she forcibly pulled out his tongue and then closed it like a door.
Ain choked.
"Uhuk."
Too late, Ain was busy vomiting which only produced saliva, not the blood he had just swallowed.
"You crazy!?"
Arzan ignored Ain's curses, followed up with the activity, grabbed the wizard's arm, which of course met with resistance. Arzan growled, demanded to obey. Ain didn't know what happened to him or why he suddenly submitted to Arzan, at that time he must have been a little puppy.
Her aura of dominance was strong, unlike the first time they met.
"There, I'll fix you."
Ain's breath hitched, his sensitive skin from being injured was damp time hit by something wet but warm. Arzan treated him using normal wolf methods, namely licking the wound, sending pulses of electric current.
The slimy tongue cleaned Ain's wound faster than was expected.
"Fool, what's the use of the medicine in your magic pocket?"
It took Ain some time was process, Arzan's mouth and tongue had long left him but he could still feel the heat of Arzan's tongue without being disgusted by licking, in the process cleaning the knife cut marks. Ain didn't let vampire king take his blood directly from the source.
"I did, this is my first work," Ain said, his brain still loading.
Arzan sneered playfully, copying Ain's words in a worse version.
"You're good as new now."
Ain didn't blink as he watched the wound disappear and not even leave a trace, therefore it only took a second for him to stare at Arzan intensely.
"Ah, so when I caught you I was lucky to come early because you didn't have time to patch yourself up."
"Not really." Arzan moved slowly, sneaking a look around to see that there wasn't a single vampire who could potentially spot them.
"I was experimenting with something that luckily worked for you."
Ain's eyebrows furrowed in confusion in a good way until he just shrugged, not wanting to bother thinking.
"Where are we going?"
"Prison, I'm sure Zenit doesn't take care of personal matters."
Ain ruffled his hair until it was messy, pouted in annoyance then smiled mockingly. "I'm not sure why you care about a vampire you haven't even known for a day."
"Well." Arzan glared. "It's no different time you catch me offering weird things that are too unique."
Ain was tempted to lecture Arzan not to compare him to Zenit cause he took a different approach.
Their time and patience in sneaking around, adopting the attitude of a brat who hides to avoid the wrath of their parents has finally come to an end. The combined instincts of Arzan and Ain merged, make it easier for them to achieve their goals.
A large prison with some other unique decorations.
"Aldo's king brain shifted too far, decorating the dungeon in flashy colors." Arzan snorted, looking away sadly, concerned, looking at the bright colors which sick eyes.
Pinky is a unique concept to prison just out of place.
"Hey, you just lack insight, here's a concept offer from a different point of view." Ain chuckled.
Arzan sneered and pursed her lips. "And you're just as crazy as King Aldo."
Step by step swinging leaving traces on the ground.
Arzan flinched at the sound of a low growl, the type of howl of a wild animal being skinned sadistically.
Ain covered Arzan's ears following his instinct so that only he could see whatever was happening inside. There were at least three guards in the hallway but the sound of howling could already be heard.
The two made eye contact. Ain showed three fingers which Arzan immediately understood along with the code for the guard positions on the right, left, and center.
Ain grabbed a stone on the ground, looked at Arzan asking for her opinion, only to be replied with a glare. That's enough, don't talk. Ain threw a pebble right on target hitting a pile of large cans.
"Who?"
"Just check." The guard in the middle moved according to Ain's wishes, he sent a strong gust of wind at each guard urging them to find out who was the perpetrator of the little game. The second time Ain sent a bigger gust of wind, he pulled Arzan with him.
Arzan blinked in disbelief that Ain had asked her to test out such a ridiculous plan, if they took one step they would be found out.
"Huft."
Arzan held her breath and landed slowly, which was impossible, but there they were, Ain smiling at Arzan lightly.
"Go."
Wolf followed the wizard while looking behind her to make sure the three vampire guards had not noticed their presence. Arzan smiled faintly, happy that Ain was reliable.
The two of them entered further to find Zenit tied up, his whole body had open wounds, flesh was spilling out of place.
Arzan looked away unable to look at Zenit's condition.
The other vampires continued to rain fire on him, throwing sharp objects all over his body.
"Shall we wait for them to finish or move straight away?"
Arzan gasped, almost jumped in surprise when Ain suddenly sent a mind link, feeling strange because she should be the one to initiate any activity regarding sharing thoughts.
She snorted daring herself to look at Zenit. "Wait they finishing, he'll be fine."
Ain couldn't help but look away feel pity until he felt the pain in the places where Zenit was injured.
For about five minutes the executioner was satisfied with the result of his work, spitting in Zenit's face, grabbing him by the hair, and directing him like a rag doll to look at him.
"That's enough for now, see you tomorrow."
The vampire next to Zenit looked familiar, Arzan raised an eyebrow realizing it was Alaric. She immediately didn't like him ignoring the fact he had a baby face and was cute.
"We're moving."
Without being told twice Ain followed Arzan behind her, his eyebrows knit together disturbed by the fact unable to start again a long-distance conversation.
"Zenit."
Vampire looked up using all the remaining strength he had, his pupils were blood-red, he struggled but couldn't do much when the rope tied him.
"Don't touch the rope." Ain hissing, he took a few steps back, taking a safe distance so that Zenit couldn't span him.
Arzan opened the cloth bandage hand again, pressed enough to take a few drops of blood.
"Do not do it."
"I wanted to see if what I did earlier worked on vampires."
"He could lose control. You'll regret it if it works."
Ain pushed Arzan's hand away, desperately preventing her that doesn't solve anything at the moment Wolf took action unreasonably, stubbornly wiping the blood using her left hand lastly giving it to Zenit even though it ended up not hitting the target, stopped on nook of his lips.
Ain almost choked fear to find Zenit in a state of despair licking Arzan's blood. That's a bad sign.
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