(Author Aom Ro)

After School, Kit seeked out his vamoire bat classmates in his blue hoodie escaping scents of his pack.

He spotted a pink hair one, Tul talking to his friend. 

He swallowed thickly before his voice spoke. “Are you guys going hunting tonight?”

Tul turned to his side in curiousty before going to his side. “Mm, maybe. Why is Fon’s omega asking?”

Kit cleared his throat. “I wanna come too.”

Tul exclaimed. “You?! Leeme see something real quick.” He turned Kit around before grabbed his head.

Kit’s eyes flashed yellow unexpected get his memories exposed to the stranger.

He croutched in pain as he clutched his head.

Tul spoke above him to his friend. “I can’t bealive his first hunt was way better than ours, we should leave some leftovers later incase he shows.”

Tul’s control realsed the omega before he walked away with his friend.

In a nearby park, Kit crouched by a stream, splashing ice-cold water on his face to wash away the blood.

His skin welcomed the cold breeze that blew through his thin clothes, cooling him down.

His friends wouldn't understand his desires. Neither would the curious bats surrounding him.

He hoped that joining them on their midnight snake hunt would bring relief and help him think rationally around Bell,

But his taste buds disagreed with the foul flavor. It was too bad; he'd even prepared to ruin his clothes tonight.

"You don't need farang’s blood to survive,"  Tul told him.

Kit glanced at the one of the bat’s."I can't give you his blood."

"All I'm saying, newbie, maybe try something bigger. Take a risk to get rid of that pain," Tul offered with a grin.

Kit’s eyes scanned the others gorging themselves in foul scent of the unrecognizable animal.

"What else can we do to live among the humans? We all want that; we're not monsters,"  Hui encouraged him.

"…I'm not a monster?" Kit had never told Hui how he'd gotten Bell's blood, but he clung to his words for a sense of peace.

In the past, Fon had warned him countless times about the dangers of vampires.

Kit had believed that for so long, suppressing his other side to please them and a stranger who is traumatized him.

A stranger who had never shown him an ounce of acceptance or tenderness.

A stranger he was tired of suffering for.

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(Author Aom Ro)

Bell clutched the extra pillow tightly on his spacious bed, which offered little comfort lately.

His body feels so cold no matter how many blankets he buried in.

Bell let go of the pillow and gently hugged his scar torso and neck.

Silent tears escaped his eyes.

His body used to satisfy some draco lizard's thirst, making him feel disposable.

Bell blinked away more tears as he quickly grabbed his scent suppression cream from underneath his pillow.

He applied the cream liberally on his torso until his anguished emotions soothed and their mixed scents vanished once more.

He sighed as he lay back down, staring at the bunk bed bars above him.

Just a year to put up with this, then he’ll never step foot here again.

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Hours later,Bell left wearing his turtleneck with a phone in hand.

He clutched his phone tighter as he walked past bat students returning to their dorms with dried blood on their shirt collars.

Kit included… That's what they do, after all.

Kit swiftly turned around, wanting to say something but held his breath.

"Guess he's going to a sleepover. It's not worth it; you got plenty of blood already,"Tul muttered under his breath.

Kit’s eyes widened as Bell entered a cab.