Under the light of a full moon, a rundown mansion stood at the peak of a jagged mountain. Thick vegetation crawled up the walls, hiding deep cracks in the stone, and the iron gate shrieked whenever it was pushed open. Occasionally, ravens would scatter into the night sky, as if disturbed by something unseen.
By all appearances, the mansion was uninhabitable. Yet, rumors whispered of lights flickering in the windows every night, accompanied by the faint sound of laughter or distant shouting. The locals spoke of seven handsome brothers living within those crumbling walls-brothers they believed were actually vampires. It was because of these dark tales that no one dared to climb that mountain anymore.
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Inside the mansion, a long dining table stretched across the room, illuminated by the flickering glow of a few candles.
At the head of the table sat a man with the presence of a dark master, his fingers curled around a glass of deep, crimson liquid.
One by one, five handsome men descended the grand staircase, their footsteps echoing in the hollow hall as they took their seats. The man at the center watched them with a piercing gaze, his face so stern it looked as if he might snap at any moment.
He then glared at the empty seat,
"Where's Finn?" he asked, his voice is low and commanding.
A heavy silence fell over the table. No one dared to answer. Suddenly, the heavy dining room doors swung open, and a young man burst in, his face bright with a wide, sheepish grin.
" I'm here. I'm here. " the young man said excitedly rushing to the table until he hit his knee into the side of the table.
" Oi. Ouch. My leg! My beautiful leg! "
" Serves you right. You already know it's dinner time but you're still late. " Evander said, the 5th brother
" Finnegan. You're late again. Sunday dinner is always at 6pm. " Alistair, the elder brother growled, the man sitting at the head table.
"Fufu. But, I was only a minute late!" Finn pouted, rubbing his bruised leg. " Ugh. It really hurts."
" Hahaha. Is our baby brother about to cry now? " Callum the 3rd brother said teasingly while touching Fin's chin playfully.
"Okay, that's enough. Let's eat," Bram, the 2nd brother, interrupted. And the other brothers just smiled at them.
"Oi, Brother Ali," Gabriel, the youngest said, his eyes fixed on the eldest's drink. "You're drinking wine again? How many glasses have you had today?"
"Don't worry," Alistair answered, his "scary" expression softening into a tired, brotherly look. "This is the last one for tonight."
"Hmm. Okay. If you say so. " Gabriel said pouting and the six brothers just smiled and can't help adores their little baby brothers concern.
Despite the terrifying rumors of vampires haunting the mountain, the truth was far more ordinary. These six brothers were simply a family, left to look after one another in a crumbling home, doing their best to survive the world together.