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           The question rang and rang in Callen’s head. So what if he did, so what if he didn’t?! Jude really had no right to know, and he was going to keep it that way. A hiss of pain left him quickly as he was turned and shoved against the wall, free hand digging into the brick and mortar. 

           Callen was repulsed at just how close this asshole was to him, but was unable to forget just how pointless it was to run. Just how useless he was in this entire damned confrontation. But no matter what - he wouldn’t break. He couldn’t. 

           Or at least, that was what he was telling himself, up until that damned voice essentially called Yeong a whore. Lip curling in a snarl, glare locked onto those cursed red eyes of the other. Callen had known Yeong since the start of College, and never once did they have sex. Not until he was changed, at least. 

           “Shut the hell up.” stomach throbbing with pain, he starts to falter, blinking slowly as he grits his teeth. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

                     Ah, YES !  Just the response he's looking for. A hearty laughter manages to elicit itself from Jude's throat. ❛ kid, it might surprise you to know but i KNOW exactly what the fuck i'm talking about. ❜ As soon as his sickly laughter dies down a gruff sigh passes his lips and his free hand rises to place itself on Callen's shoulder after a heavy pat.                    ❛ i know he's a squirmer, pretty LOUD too, ❜ voice continues to lower, not that there's a chance that anyone's going to hear him speaking anyway. His tone grows hungry and he smirks ; everything intentional in order to get under the boy's skin. He knows exactly what to say. ❛ .. and he does that little thing where he arches his back    ❜

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        Relief lasts so very shortly before he cries out as that damned hand just digs in deeper and deeper, twisting oh so torturously. 

        Words fall on momentarily deaf ears, too distracted by the pain as dulled crimson searched those raging reds. Struggling to swallow, Callen grimaced and shook his head ever so slightly. 

       “I’m…” He stopped himself…maybe if he downplayed it. Just maybe if he didn’t act like Yeong was his other half, this all would stop. That things would go back to normal. “I’m just Callen. I’m no one.”

                   But that right there is where Callen is wrong. Jude knows everything - every little thing about who the hell this kid is to Yeong. But he wants to hear it because he wants to torture the SHIT out of this kid for breaking his play thing.                   A cackle escapes him, from deep within his throat, and a fist curls around a handful of Callen's shirt to tug him slightly closer. ❛ WHAT,  you didn't even fuck him ? ❜                   && the hand within the youth's stomach is being wrenched out, but that's not where it ends. The elder grabs one wrist in his hand and spins the boy around to press his front against the wall, twisting and pulling his arm behind his back. Blood stained lips then find themselves dangerously close to Callen's neck and ear, whispering venomous words to him. ❛ c'mon. you must have. he gets in everybody's pants. ❜

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             His back hits the wall and his body already hates his decision to not run, sore already from the impact - but that didn’t prepare him in the slightest for what came next. Slowly, the pressure built for fingers pressing hard against his stomach causing the young vampire to suck his stomach in. But it didn’t matter, not in the end. 

           Callen was surprised at just how much it hurt as fingers broke through skin, breath catching in his throat, mouth hanging slack with wide eyes as he tried to claw at the arm now holding his jaw steady - but every attempt was futile. Then Jude asked that damned question, and despite all the damned pain surging through him, he held his tongue. Instead, he spit at the older vampire, and kept his mouth shut.

                     Oh. OH.  Now this takes him a moment to process. Did this kid really just... SPIT on him ?                        Eyes close and features contort in disgust, yet a breathy laugh finds it's way through a small gap in his lips. ❛ Right. okay. okay     ❜  The hand gripping the other's jaw is removed momentarily as he wipes the spit from his face and nods, eyelids fluttering open to reveal fiery crimson gaze.                       And suddenly, very suddenly, the hand at Callen's stomach is being pushed in further, and then UP a little. He may even twist. ❛ LISTEN,  kid, i'm having a difficult time figuring out who the FUCK you think you are. SO TELL ME, just who the h e l l are you to him ? ❜

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             Every last fiber of his being screamed at him to run, but he knew better. Jude was older - stronger, and no doubt faster than he could ever dream to be. Slowly, his gaze finds Yeong, and his mind is made up, right then and there.

            There would be no running. He’d rather die. Years ago, he had thought Karma to be nothing but a cruel mistress - now, she seemed more the torturous bitch. Hands found themselves in the air, held up in a mock surrender, feet glued to the spot.

            “Naneun ttwiji anhgoiss-eo.” Callen relished in the fact that there was a 99% chance the other didn’t have a damned clue what he just said. “I’m not running. You don’t scare me.” Except that was a lie. He was petrified - but his guilt for having thrown Yeong back to this guy….Well, it was enough to confirm to himself that he deserved whatever the hell he got.

                      No, he's right - Jude is fluent in six fucking languages but he hasn't gotten around to Korean yet. He's let Yeong handle that. The words irk him - as does most of anything unknown to him - and he sighs deeply. Well, he's given the kid a chance. Not his problem he doesn't take it.                      ❛ This is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you, kid, ❜ no it's not. Fingers curl tightly around a fistful of the younger's shirt and he SHOVES him against the wall; fingertips of his free hand hovering over his stomach. He hasn't done this in a while.                    Slowly, deathly slowly, his fingers press into Callen's stomach. The pressure exterted continues to build until the force from his fingers along begins to break the skin and push THROUGH him. He's a vampire, this'll heal, but it's gonna hurt like a motherfucker. There's a sickly smirk upon Jude's features, hand in the other's shirt moving up to grab hold of his jaw instead to force eye contact. ❛ so how about you tell me what you did to my toy, huh ?  how'd you BREAK HIM ? ❜

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                 Yeong had always been careful not to reveal much of his past…but that name sounded all too familiar, and as he went on and on, Callen’s hatred for the other only grew and grew. 

                 114 years old, huh? Yeah….there was no way in hell he could even considering fighting the older vampire - leaving him only with his wit; his mind. Something that was currently clouded over in a red rage.  He bit his tongue for the moment, glare remaining ice cold as his upper lip twitched from the painful grip on his shoulders, teeth gritting together. 

                A scoff left the blonde as his lip curled in an annoyed snarl. “So what you’re saying is…You might be strong…but I’m better.” The minute the words left his mouth, he knew he would probably be in some deep shit. “I was able to break your ‘toy’.” And god, did he hate the way he referred to Yeong - it just pissed him off even more. “In the end, I won.”

                   This kid has got some real fucking NERVE. It almost makes him laugh. ❛ Ah, Callen, kid. I like you. I like you a LOT,  actually. But I don't appreciate people messing with my shit. ❜                    Faux sympathy resides within his expression and he nods his head. ❛ But I'm gonna give you a chance, ❜ Shoulders are released and Jude offers the other a playful, yet patronising slap to the cheek. ❛ I'm gonna count to THREE, ❜ He turns back to the lump of flesh on the ground and manhandles him until Yeong sits upright against the wall, head lolling to the side. ❛ && you can either RUN, or I can show you what I do to people who fuck with my stuff. ❜                    A pause. He stands ; form a looming shadow over Callen. ❛ Hope you can run fast, kid        ONE. ❜

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               Crimson eyes widen - everything happened so damned fast that it left his mind spinning. Yeong was out cold and Callen would be lying if he said he wasn’t terrified.

               Regardless, the boy stood his ground, jaw set as his mind quickly flew into a burning rage. Finally - finally he gets the guts to not only fully confess, but potentially fix things, and now this asshole throws Yeong to the side like a ragdoll. Yeong, someone who Callen had always viewed as indestructible…who now laid motionless before him. Wrong answer? The hell did he mean by wrong answer.

               And he couldn’t help feeling like it was his own damned fault. Hands curled into fists, hanging at his sides and eyes set in a dangerous glare. Rightfully, he knew he was no match. Hell, Callen had never been in fight in his entire life.

               But he would still try. He would do anything. Even if it meant it ended in his own demise. Brain quickly churning, he worked quickly to think of how to right the situation….and prayed he could find one - or at least a plan to keep Yeong out of trouble when he woke back up.

              “So what if I am? Who the hell are you?”

                The look in the boy's eyes brought an exhilaration to Jude's body ; his predatory instincts FEEDING  on that anger, that fear he knows Callen feels.                 ❛ Who am I ? ❜ the creature repeats, quirking brows and laughing to himself. ❛ who am i      of course, you might not remember me. HI. I'm Jude. ❜ And with his introduction he stalks forwards until he's face to face with the younger, strong hands rising and gripping his shoulders firmly. ❛ and you're the one who broke my toy, ❜ voice lowers until only Callen can hear, blood red staring at the other through eyelashes. ❛ listen to me, kid. i'm one hundred and fourteen years old, and I spent a LONG fuckin' time trying to find someone like him, ❜ he gestures back to the heap on the ground. Hey, he looks kinda cute like that. ❛ He was great in the beginning you know, did everythin' I said, he was lethal and I liked that. I liked that a lot. But then YOU, you..  you came along. You broke him, and I don't like that. ❜ Hands clamp around shoulders now, squeezing tight enough to bruise. 

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                 && of course, before there can be any response allowed to such atrocities (says, though he doesn't actually know what the word means), there's bloodied fingers hooking into the back of a collar, yanking the owner of said collar back and away from his little MOMENT.                              ❛ WRONG ANSWER, BOYS. ❜                 Voice rings with confidence, with humour, but most of all with malicious intent. And then the head of the smaller vampire is being smacked against the wall hard enough to send even the toughest of noggin's to sleep. There goes little Yeong, in a heap on the floor. Shame.                 But of course !!  He can't ignore the REAL problem here. Crimson gaze, so much brighter than the youth's, stare ravenously. ❛ You, ❜ he begins, a sickly sweet smile gracing darkening features. ❛ It's Callen, right ? ❜