The Clutches of Lonely Vampires
Jonathan & Patricia

After lying on a narrow bed of wooden beams that have undergone processing. Jonathan felt that Patricia kept an eye on him without shame. Ostentatiously. Even when he ate the food brought by him, Jonathan could not stop thinking Patricia was interested in traveling long distances just for the sake of himself who was close to caving in hunger. Luckily the oven that was burning the bones of the Dark Larks clan to let out endless rustling sounds warmed the body enough.

"I can read your mind!" jonathan said firmly while returning Patricia's gaze blatantly as well. "You can't want a psychic to sleep with you and you should perish in my hands."

Patricia snorted exasperatedly. "You can kill me but once we get through this storm together. Besides you're sick Jonathan you can't attack me."

"You think it's easy?" Jonathan gulped an aspirin as he grew feverish. "I'm going to sleep, you just once touched me and thought of the sheer pleasure you'd be reduced to ashes!"

Patricia. "You're a hot guy, Jonathan. You want to get married, don't you, I can be your bride!"

"And died at my mother's hands!" jonathan fast. "You should realize, the long silver-haired man who saved you loves you and instead of what I said, don't make things worse. You don't know what the mess is with Luther and Elena. The city is getting abandoned, ruined, and deserted!"

Patricia opened her jacket, she felt hot instead of cold in a room that did not have a tight construction. "You're using that so Luther won't get mad at you getting worse!" He threw it into Jonathan's body. "You need more of that, I've been cold for almost two hundred years."

Jonathan is forced to wear it while staring at Patricia's changed face. That crazy sweet girl is sour.

If there was Marissa, we could share the warmth.

Jonathan massaged his forehead. "You just go in the oven to keep it warm" he said lazily. His head feels heavy. But then she flinched when Patricia actually moved towards the big oven.

Stirred he with his head down from the wooden block. Jonathan pulls Patricia's hand before the girl acts recklessly.

"I'm kidding, you idiot!" he said with worry. "Why do you obey him!"

"I'm looking for attention!" Patricia looked at Jonathan determinedly. "You really don't think decades of vampires are bored. My feet want to run to the end of the world, but only hell and Van Broden's castle welcome me to this eternity."

Jonathan was stunned, but it wasn't his suffering. This vampire family has given him complicated problems that are difficult to overcome. He was sure now that the woman was just playing as if she was most tormented to trick him..

"And you're still not interested in sharing your body with me? Ah, goddamn. That was pretty fun for me."

Jonathan nodded lazily and limply. "You're the same as your sister, destroying our relationship with the sad excuse you're touting then if I'm going to do it tonight, isn't it the same as me hurting Marissa? Enough, Patricia. I'm not where you're looking for fun."

Patricia curses funnyly before returning to sit behind the wood. "You yourself why not kill my sister? You hate him, don't you." Patricia's eyes narrowed.

Jonathan broke down as his head grew heavier. He closed his eyes even though his ears were still able to hear the sounds around him with focus.

"My conscience is still working, I will be understood for a while if it is still within reasonable limits. Winter's still a long time, I'm not sure Luther's gonna take care of the problem right now."

"Sup... You're not engrossed, that's why Marissa's more comfortable joking with Malcolm, that girl needs entertainment, Jo! Not only do you give him understanding, it's not lonely he you're looking for the devil." commented Patricia. "Have you slept, I have no interest in you!" he said indifferently.

"Good, I'm also not interested in you even if you're beautiful." Jonathan looked at him.

Patricia flicked her lips, letting Jonathan fall into his dream in a quiet deep breath before he stole the opportunity to request warmth from the body of the man who was having a fever. Patricia giggles without a sound. He felt a different air from Jonathan, the brave, heartbroken man.

"I promise not to let our night be known to man, Jo. You're so warm." Patricia looked for the man's comfortable position in her arms from behind before falling asleep in the midst of the blizzard and the sounds of bones that did not seem to have finished melting into gray.

Jonathan grunting. Realizing, the female demonic instinct would not waste the opportunity of spending the night with her. So he who always has sharp intuition does not completely rest his mind.

"You're wrong to play games with me, Patricia!"

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