Dungeon

Yibo's Pov.

The last time I was here was over 300 years ago. Following the consecration of my mom's bones. My mom was burned along with the house in an accident. How her bones didn't burn was a mystery but then again, my mom is a sorcerer and extremely powerful. When they renovated the house, I didn't come with them.

I can't stand the house without her. But my brother forced me, and it was also my dad's birthday, and he has been in terrible shape since his second wife died a few years ago.

We forced him to be with someone and she died too. He always complains that he is cursed and that he is to blame for the deaths of his wives. When things happen, we don't blame him. So, we just wanted to cheer him up. His birthday is in two weeks, but we are here early.

My brother is the social one. I am more of a listener and not a talker, and I am a man whore as well.

When I got out of the car, the house looked exactly the same. Now I am feeling nostalgic. When my brother said it looked exactly the same, I thought he was exaggerating and just wanted me to come.

My parents are Chinese but for some funny reason my mom loved Argentina and we lived here for years until she passed away.

Greg, my older brother, Lan shouted as he saw our butler. He was with my dad before we were born.

Omg, the house is super clean. Lan commented, embracing Greg. When he left him, Greg bowed.

I will get the suitcases. All of your rooms are the same, except for the young master. The furniture and bedding are the same as those in Beijing.

Oh, thanks Lan. I retorted.

Did you clean the house yourself? Lan asked Greg.

No sir, a girl and a boy cleaned it better than the old cleaners. Greg replied.

I have known Greg for years and he rarely speaks to us except my dad.

Fire the old cleaners. I said and walked in the direction of the stairs. The ground floor is mainly the kitchen, dining area, and living room. The first floor is my mom's. Her study, the room she shared with dad, and the rooms where she kept her cauldrons and witchy stuff.

I don't know how my psychotic aunt did this, but she tried. First floor still smells like when my mom was alive.

I walked up two flights of stairs before I made it to my room at the end of one of the hallways. The sweet smell of strawberries assaulted my nose as I opened the door. The scent is intriguing, and I find it oddly...comforting.

It was coming from everywhere and wasn't choking. The newly hired cleaners are good, I thought to myself as I lay in bed to rest and didn't even know when I dozed off.

I woke up around 10pm to Lan's voice arguing with Greg over who had the most power. Werewolves or shapeshifters?

Some werewolves are weaker than shapeshifters. I hear Greg tell Lan before they turn in my direction as I walk towards them.

Yibo. You have not slept so peacefully in a long time. I'm glad you slept. I'm bored, let's go to the woods. Lan smiled at me in an adorable way.

Forest, you mean. I corrected him.

Greg stood up and straightened his shirt. I will go with you, YOUNG MASTERS.

We are old and can take care of ourselves, Greg. I assured him.

Greg, don't worry, you should rest. We will be back before you know it. Lan chimed in.

I miss the dungeon. I could blow some steam away. I nudged Lan.

My money is on you, don't worry. He laughed and reminded me of the first time I was in the ring with some old vampire who crushed my ankle and wrist. The old geezer lied that he was about my age and whooped my ass. I hated him afterwards and trained for years to break his ankles and wrists, but he was too powerful and full of tricks. I never got to break his bones before we moved back to Beijing.

The dungeon looks different, I said to Lan.

They renovate every 10 years. Lan smiled at me and pulled me into the VIP seat. You still bet your money on someone despite paying for the seat.

Anyone want to lose a few teeth and cash? Everyone turned their attention to the voice from within the ring.

Do you know him? I asked Lan who looked surprised.

No, but I like his confidence. Lan smiled.

He is skinny and has abs and looks fragile as well. Why would he want to kill himself in a ring? Then I heard cheering and people chanting. "Chaos, Chaos". Maybe he is not as fragile as he looks.

I bet my money on you. I heard Lan say, beside me.

His hearing must be pretty sharp because he turned in our direction despite the noise and our eyes met for a few seconds before he smiled.

The noise died down....

Yibo, why don't you enter the ring? I will bet all my money on you. I know that annoying voice anywhere. It belonged to a werewolf. We had a fling a long time ago and she hasn't gotten over it.

Hailey, why don't you bet your money on your sugar daddy? Yibo is too pretty to be in a ring meant for animals. Plus, I had a bad day. It won't be fair to give him a black eye, a few broken bones and I don't want him to lose a few teeth. The guy smiled at me.

Everyone roared and I felt belittled by his statement, but I won't give Hailey that satisfaction of being in the ring tonight.

Who is her sugar daddy? I asked Lan.

I don't know but I will ask Sean later. Sean's father started the dungeon as a training ground before he turned it into a battlefield. I heard he died a few years ago and Sean is running the show now. We all grew up together.

Looking for someone. I heard a voice in my head. And I turned my gaze back on him. It felt strange. Dad was the only one who talked to us like that when we were out and didn't want people to hear him talk to us.

I didn't realize Lan was talking to me until he followed my gaze and nudged my shoulder. See something you like? He teased me.

He is in my head, I told Lan subconsciously.

You let him in your head, hmmmm this is interesting. Lan teased again.

I will bet 20 grand if the old geezer enters the ring. Lan looked serious but I knew my brother is evil.

What game are you playing, Lan?

I'm betting my money on your new boyfriend. Lan mocked me.

He must have heard that because that smile wasn't ordinary. Was he blushing?

You got yourself a boyfriend. Lan's voice echoed in my head.

Talk of the devil, and he walks toward the ring.

He must have seen the look on my face when I saw the old geezer because his question took me by surprise.

Did he hurt you? His voice was soft and sweet in my head.

He broke my wrist and ankle a long time ago. I mumbled.

Sorry about that. His honey voice echoed in my head again.

When the old geezer entered the ring. His smile disappeared.

I have heard about you, but I don't care, I have rules. Only one of us can walk out of this ring alive. The old geezer blurted out with his thick voice. For some odd reason I got worried about him. This man is full of tricks and not to mention a vampire and over 500 years old.

I got this. He smiled at me before he fixed his gloves and faced the vampire in front of him.