A Vampire Who Wants to Fall in Love

　　Wallock ran desperately， not knowing how long he had been running in the darkness or why he was running. He only knew that he must keep moving forward， even if his legs were losing sensation. 　　His nose was filled with the stench of rot and blood， a smell that left an impression on him. It reminded him of the guide they had met during their visit to the Middle East. 　　The Middle East， yes， he should have been there with his parents. But where was he now? 　　Wallock's mind and body seemed to separate as he stumbled into a pool of blood. The blood splashed onto his face， and instinctively， he licked it， finding no repulsion but rather a strange sense of strength. Wallock felt he could run for days more. 　　Something wasn't right. Wallock stumbled and fell， not hitting the cold ground but being enveloped by the bloody water， which slowly sapped his will. 　　A mist of blood shrouded Wallock's vision. He should fight， but his body told him he needed rest， that this place suited him. When he woke up， everything would be over， and everything would return to normal. 　　Slowly， Wallock closed his eyes as the bloody water rose around him， seeking to embrace him completely. 　　Just as Wallock was about to sink into deep sleep， a black blade sliced through the blood mist， brushing against his cheek and causing pain that jolted him awake. 　　He looked towards the direction of the blade， where a man dressed in all black stood. 　　“Hey， Wallock， it's not time to sleep，” the man said. 　　Wallock recognized the voice instantly - it belonged to his nanny and tutor. He struggled to stand from the bloody water， reaching out to Harrison， who stood firm against the pull of the blood. 　　“Mr. Harrison， where am I? Why are you here?” Wallock was disoriented， naturally seeking comfort from Harrison， who was like an uncle to him at 11 years old. 　　Harrison pushed up his glasses and placed a hand on Wallock's shoulder.”Call me Harrison. Not the time for games.” 　　Wallock nodded in disappointment. Before he could say more， he felt a surge of energy from Harrison's touch， and then he was lost in darkness once again， with voices calling his name in the distance. He strained to open his eyes repeatedly until， on the 28th attempt， he succeeded. There stood his worried mother and medical staff surrounding him. 　　“Mom，” Wallock called out， and then Harriet enveloped him in a warm embrace. 　　“Thank goodness you're awake， Wallock. I was so worried about you，” Harriet said tightly， her face showing signs of exhaustion and worry. During their visit to the Middle East， Wallock had suddenly collapsed， and she had rushed him back to England while her husband Dard remained behind due to work commitments. They communicated daily via phone， and Dard breathed a sigh of relief when he heard about Wallock's recovery. 　　Wallock was accustomed to video calls with his father but noticed this was different. Perhaps conditions were poor there， so he kept it brief.“Dad， I'm awake，” he said softly. 　　“Wonderful， just rest and recover. We'll finish the trip soon， and I'll come see you. I ordered the books you wanted， and I'll bring back some souvenirs from the Middle East，” Dard said hurriedly， his usual efficiency replaced by concern for his son. 　　After hanging up， Wallock lay down with the help of nurses while Harriet held onto his hand tightly， her eyes never leaving his face. Wallock didn't try to pull away; her touch gave him strength. 　　“Mom， what happened?” Wallock asked tentatively. 　　Harriet sighed and explained that terrorists had attacked them， and Wallock had been hit by a stray bullet. This differed from Wallock's memory of being near a foul-smelling man who had made him collapse with a simple gesture. 　　Suddenly， the hospital room phone rang， and Harriet answered it briefly before turning to Wallock.“Your teachers are here to see you.” 　　Wallock blinked in surprise and offered a weak smile. He knew his teachers well; they had also been his nanny and gardener growing up. With Dard being an American diplomat， their household staff often had covert roles， and Wallock understood some things were best not questioned. He let go of Harriet's hand as she left the room， feeling a mix of confusion and concern. 　　Azraelel and Harrison entered under escort. Harrison sat on a chair while Azraelel approached the bed.“We need to talk，” he said gently. 　　Harrison had initially resisted coming but agreed when pressed by Azraelel. They had both been on edge since the world shifted overnight from 2026 to 1988 without any other life forms aware of the change. After extensive investigation， they found no sign of another being aware of the shift except for Wallock. 　　Azraelel introduced himself as an angel while Harrison revealed his true identity as a demon. Despite their differences， they shared a common goal: protecting Wallock.