Blood And Love

Delicious

"Dean, let's try a new style. Unbutton the shirt and show a little of his chest," said the photographer who was directing my style and the staff who heard it immediately helped me to unbutton the white shirt I was wearing.

"Is this good enough?", I answered, posing by showing my muscular chest.

"That's right, like this... OK, the expression, imagine something delicious to make it even sexier," the photographer directed me, which made me smile a little awkwardly.

"Something delicious, hm", I thought as I quickly imagined the face of a handsome man and the strange feeling in my stomach that I felt this morning returned. The feeling of my blood slowly leaving my body with Karl's lips and sharp fangs comfortably resting on my neck.

"Good, amazing, very wild… keep it up", the photographer's voice was very enthusiastic along with the sound of the camera continuing to shoot.

I gave everything I could on this shoot to satisfy the photographer. It's very rare for me to get a photo shoot with a mid-range photographer like today. Even though in the past I often did photo shoots with top photographers, nowadays, just being a model for middle-class photographers is very rewarding and I heard that the results of this photo shoot will be used for a fashion magazine. Of course, my clothes and accessories and make-up could be said to be very extraordinary and total. Maybe my luck will slowly come again, even though, right now, I am a model today because I replaced another model, but this is enough to be an opportunity to return to the top.

"Hah, it's finally finished," I said quietly as I took off my shirt and was about to change into my clothes.

"I didn't think you were actually a model," said someone who surprised me.

"Damn," I said, immediately turning around and seeing that Karl was standing in front of a closed door.

Previously, there was only me in this room, so I lowered my guard and defence. However, who would have thought that this person could come in suddenly without me realising it? I couldn't even hear the sound of the door opening and closing before he finally opened his mouth.

"Hm, I just came to check on your condition. It wouldn't be very fun if you died suddenly due to lack of blood while working," said Karl, who walked over to me.

I rolled my eyes and immediately took off my shirt, then quickly took my clothes which were on the dressing table. However, before I had time to put on my t-shirt, Karl grabbed my arm. I glanced at it and saw Karl who was already beside me, "What are you doing?".

"Oh, this is makeup," Karl's finger slowly touched my lower lip and rubbed it a little roughly.

"Take your hand away from my lips," I said curtly as I shifted my body away from Karl.

"Watch your attitude," Karl looked at me sharply but only for a split second before he stepped back from me and looked away.

"You have to watch your attitude. Who are you to touch me as you please? If other people want to touch me, then they have to pay a high price," I said, which was actually just bragging.

"Haha", the small laugh that came from the man beside me made me immediately pay attention to him.

"What are you laughing at, huh?", I said defiantly.

I couldn't accept his laughter, which seemed to belittle me, and I didn't believe what I was saying to him. I wanted to challenge him again with harsh words, but Karl gave me a look that made me swallow the words I was about to release from my lips.

"How much do they pay you when they touch you? I can pay 2 or even 3 times as much, but you have to do what I want. Ah, but you know that even without me having to pay you, you have to stay around me if you want to stay alive," said Karl flatly. .

"Bastard, this is all because of you. How rich do you want to buy me? Can you make me go back to my golden days as a model? Hah! Can you get me out of this bastard agency?!", hearing Karl's words made me even more emotional and that there is something in my heart that I wanted to express everything.

"If you're finished, come quickly with me," Karl seemed to not care about anything I said and screamed earlier and immediately turned his back on me.

"Damn, bastard", I muttered, immediately taking my things.

Thinking back to what happened this morning, even though I'm still shocked and can't accept the reality, I can't show that I'm worried or afraid. The fact that I accidentally bonded with Karl, who is a vampire, made me inevitably become part of the previously unknown world of vampires. Karl said that I would become a target for Karl's enemies, the other vampires. Me being Karl's only source of life would mean that if I disappeared, then Karl would be weakened and Karl would be more easily defeated by his enemies. As for me, Karl might lose or weaken when I die, but it will only be a few moments before Karl recovers as before. So I have to be around Karl to live well. Karl will look after me even though he doesn't mind losing me. At least he didn't want to bother with my untimely death, especially now, when Karl is very busy.

"Hey, where are you taking me?", I said, walking after Karl.

The sound that was released echoed in this fire escape. In order to avoid people's eyes, we used the emergency stairs, which were not far from the changing room. This morning, when Karl took me home, he said he would take me somewhere but he didn't say what kind of place it was.

"Come closer," said Karl, who had placed his hand on the handle of the emergency exit door.

I slowly approached and stood next to Karl. Karl quickly put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to his body until we seemed to be embracing each other. I haven't finished with the taste yet. I was surprised. Karl opened the door and it was as if blood filled the entire room behind the door, which made me want to run away, but Karl held me and took me inside. My gaze became filled with a blood red colour.

"Close your eyes," said Karl, which I immediately did and my eyes immediately closed.

The bright light penetrated my eyelids so that I no longer completely saw darkness. I slowly opened my eyes and my view was different from before, no longer the emergency stairs but a bright room with luxurious and magnificent lights with a European feel. After my eyes got used to the light, I realised that there were two people standing straight on either side of us as if they were waiting for our arrival.

"Welcome, sir," said a middle-aged man in formal clothes who seemed to be a waiter.

“Steward, prepare neat clothes for this child. I'll wait in my room," said Karl, throwing me to the middle-aged man called Steward.

“Hey, Karl. Where are you going?" I said, stopping Karl from leaving me alone with those two strangers.

"There's no way I'm taking you to a formal event in those kinds of clothes. Come with them and beautify yourself enough to be worthy of standing next to me," Karl answered quickly and then immediately left.

"Hah", I just sighed and looked at the two waiters.

“Introduce me, Steward, butler of this mansion. Mr. Dean can follow me to choose clothes for you," said the Steward politely, and invited me to follow him.

"Hm, okay," I said as I followed Steward as he left the room.

There are so many hallways in this luxurious mansion but I didn't see a single person as I walked apart from the Steward and the servant who followed him. This mansion is also very quiet without the sound of other people and the large windows in this mansion are all covered by large curtains. Even though it is bright with large and luxurious lamps, sunlight does not enter the mansion at all, so it is difficult to know the time and the view outside the mansion.

"Please come in, Mr. Dean," said the Steward who invited me to enter the room.

How shocked I was when I saw the contents of the room, which was full of large cupboards and an infinite number of different clothes and accessories. But for some reason, every time I looked at it, I would see various types of clothing from various traditions and years, even clothes from the 70s could be seen. This spacious room surprised and amazed me. By working in the modelling world since childhood, I studied various types of clothing from various countries and even from previous centuries. Maybe because of my job, I like studying fashion but focus more on history than studying design. Because when I entered college, my uncle stole my tuition money, so I ended up not continuing my education until now.

"Mr Dean, please come here. I will show you Mr Dean's wardrobe. If you want to bring other clothes from your house, then you can put them here. Next to this room is the master bedroom, where Mr. Karl lives. "Later you will stay in a side room connected to Mr Karl's room," said the Steward who explained as he walked.

After changing clothes and dressing up, the Steward took me to another room not far from the room before. The door was opened, inside there were sofas and tables and bookshelves, but it seemed like this room was a room for receiving guests because it seemed like a room that was rarely used and Karl wasn't there either. There was another door on the side of the room which the Steward opened and invited me to enter.

Inside, Karl was standing in front of the window with a tea glass in his hand. Karl looked lost in thought, staring out the window with the window curtains open just a little so that the sunlight only hit him but not the rest of the room.

When I entered, Karl turned his head and looked at me, who was still standing in the doorway. I saw him just silent and looking at me. I was about to open my mouth to speak but the Steward said goodbye first, "Sir, I will wait outside. If you need anything, you can call me.”

Karl just nodded slowly and the Steward withdrew and closed the door to the room. After the Steward left and closed the door, I walked to Karl's work desk, which was clean without any papers or other books like a work desk that had never been used. I looked at Karl who was in front of me and said a little jokingly, “How do I look? Aren't I very handsome?"