Vampire Aedes
2. Don't Bite Me, Prince

"Aster! Wake up!"

The eyes are open. The figure of Vanesa in two welcomes. Suddenly Aster stood up and hugged him very tightly as if afraid his best friend disappeared. "Vanesa huaaa! How can you get into my room?"

His best friend was trying to push Aster's body as hard as he could. "This crowded!" His hands held Aster's shoulders so that he no longer hugged her, but this one woman was so stubborn and managed to embrace Vanesa. "The nutmeg room lo box. Idle huh?"

Aster stretched the distance between the two, staring at Vanesa with wide eyes. "Yes yes! That was a weird dream! I'm the princess in the palace and there's a servant named Sari."

"Didih, dream of that doang. Uda, take me off! I am still normal not to be suspected of abnormalities. Mending you learn again."

Aster removed the embrace on Vanesa's hip because he felt the belt. He glanced at the clothes attached to his friend's body with a long-goal from top to bottom. White top in an identity suit with a checkered short skirt subordinate.

"Eh, why ..."

Aster looks back at seeing himself. He held up both hands and the same clothes he was wearing. Last time wasn't Aster wearing a nightgown? "... How can we wear school uniforms on Monday anyway, Nes?

"Well, it's Monday. How the hell lo? Eh, how did you learn the system of call semalem already running?"

The woman in front of him was still stricken with confusion. Does Aster dream while walking? In medical terms it is called sleepwalking.

"The story is dumb! Definitely not yet, right? Even the ease of sleeping in the empty hours of Miss Imel."

"Well, yeah, I learned. You go back to the bench." Aster turned Vanesa's body, pushing his back away.

His subtle proposal this time got an annoyed look. Aster doesn't want to be disturbed. It turned out to be a dream, it was strange that it actually happened.

The watch is always circular at the wrist. Now at eight o'clock, Biology maple in ten minutes. Aster has to hurry. First he reached into the thick book inside the bag, really not expecting to actually take it to school. Aster became curious about what his body was doing while dreaming.

Next, Aster tried to focus on reading the scientific name of the plant.

"White Brick ... Allium sativum, Red Onion ... Allium cepa."

This activity has not been five minutes he did, but drowsiness again whack when turning the second page.

***

Someone's vegetables call his name. But both petals as if grooved with super sticky rubber glue. Aster ignored the call.

"Aster ...."

"Aster ...."

Until the cold palms patted his cheeks many times. It was cold, but over time it turned warm. Makes Aster want to see who did that.

Aster's eyes widened as the jakun on top rose and fell like a pacific wave. The jaw line is firmly interspersed with a pointed nose. His mouth slightly opened enjoying the charm of the creature that now carries him like the actions of the rescue of the Royal Princess. The man glanced. "Not satisfied to see me, Princess Tumbal?"

Aster looked down. He can feel his cheek area heating up. Being caught stealing glances is embarrassing. The next second he rebelled, hitting the chest of a nearby field. "Down me now!"

The request was immediately obeyed, making the owner of waist-length hair scratch the back of the neck. That easy? Wait a minute .. Where else is this?! Aster batted in frustration while grabbing his coarse hair. His body swirled around capturing the unfamiliar surroundings for the second time. He could have gone back to the dream!

"Floating Palace," he answered briefly.

"Why am I brought here, brother? And you're all I'm ready?" Aster asked again. The age of this man is similar to students from High School, it is natural that Aster called him 'sister'.

"I'm not your brother, don't call me 'Sister' in the future'. From now on call me the Seventh Prince." After explaining that, he immediately entered the large gate that was wide open by itself, as if welcoming an important person. Sure oes. He's prince!

Aster was forced to follow the young man because he was very foreign to this place. The gate that Aster guessed was the entrance gate to the Palace closed slowly, but it gave rise to a loud rumbling sound. It turned out that stood a burly man behind it. Guards locked the entrance with a giant log as if Aster would be locked here forever.

The Seventh Prince turned his head towards Aster who was looking back at the entrance gate. The Seventh Prince took Aster's hand to invite him in deeper. "Slow."

Aster was silent letting his cheeks blush. I want to go straight to bed to get back to the real world. This dream is too beautiful. The Prince's hands were warm and comfortable.

"Seventh Prince, may I know where we're going?"

"Hm?" The Seventh Prince gave a mysterious glance, making Aster's heart stop pumping for one second.

"Lunch. Walking from the border to here is exhausting. Didn't we?" asked the Seventh Prince to insinuate that Aster did not feel tired because he was here riding a sling.

"Yes ...." In the next instant, Aster was pensively thinking of the reason he had been sent to the Floating Palace. Then, the previous Palace was named what he himself did not know. Sari is all she knows.

"Why don't you eat? Is your stomach full?" asked the Seventh Prince when the servants finished arranging the menu.

This melonjong round table is full of tempting food. Aster stunned. He had never seen a meal this complete, like an upper-middle-class family banquet where no time was simply imagined. Unfortunately, in this many seats only two people were occupied.

Aster's a little awkward. "Because the Seventh Prince has not touched a single piece of food. Besides, I feel full," she answered honestly with a wry smile. Maybe in the real world, Aster breakfast is so much so that fullness was brought dreams.

The blond man laughed loudly, making Aster's forehead wrinkle. "Something's funny, huh?" Unknowingly his accent came out.

"You are the unique Tumba Princess" said the blonde, rising up around the table. He pulled the chair beside Aster before occupying it.

"What do you mean Princess Tumbal?"

"I won't explain twice. I'm really hungry right now." The Seventh Prince rubbed the top of Aster's head, the further down his hand movements stopped at the nape of the neck.

Aster flinched when he was hugged all of a sudden. "I .. I don't know."

The Seventh Prince whispered. "Blood .. I need your blood." His face was deathly pale and a red color ran through the prince's eyes, but Aster didn't notice the four fangs in his mouth growing longer. Only, he felt the fur crouching in the nape area.

"I really don't know anything!" Aster pushed the chest in front of him with all his might. Their eyes were clashing. "I mean .. I'm not the real Aster! It's possible that our spirits swapped when I woke up" she said, squeezing the collar, indicating that she was completely inexhaustible.

"My kiss is sharp. The scent of blood thousands of kilometers away I can still trace. Stop bragging!"

"Sell what do you mean?" Aster tried to stand up avoiding the Seventh Prince's bite. However, the male force is large enough to pull his arm back to sit down. Actually he was frightened, even his voice was trembling. "What are you, brother?"

"A sweet blood-loving creature" he whispered right in the earlobe. Aster's eyes widened. Is ...? Vampires!