1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

The math teacher is an old man in his fifties who always wears a meticulous suit, and talks about equations and functions endlessly.

Carl was lying on the table, pretending to be listening carefully, but actually his eyes were glued to the open book under the textbook.This is a very old book, the title is "Introduction to Dark Creatures", the author WJ Wayne, published in 1962, the pages are yellow and brittle, and it seems to fall apart after a little flipping, it was yesterday afternoon when he was in the town library found somewhere in the corner.The moment he saw the title, he thought it was another sensational fantasy novel, but after reading a few pages, he realized that he was wrong. This book was far more interesting than he thought: there are a lot of hand-drawn illustrations inside. , vividly and detailedly introduces the living habits and common misunderstandings of some common dark creatures.

Vampires have innate mind control abilities.Carl has browsed such a line, and the author below cites several examples to demonstrate this conclusion.

"Beware of the vampire's fangs." He said these words silently, his mind full of doubts, "The vampire's fangs will not only make you lose part of your blood, but also something more important than blood. Darkness will invade the depths of your soul place."

He didn't understand what this passage was referring to, but he flipped back and found that the part about vampires was over, and what followed was another frequent guest of fantasy novels, werewolves.

The place where Edgar had bitten had healed long ago, without leaving any scars—in fact, Karl didn't even feel dizzy from excessive blood loss.

If what this book says is true, then in that blood sucking, what did he lose that he didn't know?

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Mr. Yates, the teacher, packed up his handouts and left through the gate.

Next came gym class, and Carl closed the old book and stuffed it into his bag, and got up to go to the gym.

"Carl, can I talk to you?"

He noticed the shadow in front of him and looked up.

It was Daisy Willard.The woman he saw at the birthday party last weekend was enthusiastic and unrestrained, but at this moment, there were big dark circles under her eyes, and her eyes were terrified, as if being chased by an invisible beast, "Please."

"No problem. Do you need to call Todd?" Seeing Todd looking at them, Carl blurted out.

"No, no need." Her voice suddenly became sharp, attracting the attention of several people nearby, "It's just a little thing, you and me are enough."

As if she was afraid of accidents, she dragged Carl and walked quickly through the corridor to a place where there were no people.

After arriving at the place, Carl observed her reaction and said cautiously, "Daisy, I can't run, so let go first, okay? You're going to strangle me to death."

She let go, and Carl rubbed the red mark on his wrist, "Speak."

"Carl, I swear to you, everything I said is true." Daisy swallowed and lowered her voice, "I swear to you, I'm really not crazy, and I don't need to be sent to a mental hospital, Everything I saw with my own eyes - if I lie, I die and go to hell and suffer forever, so don't be surprised what you hear next, okay?"

Seeing her appearance, Carl couldn't help becoming serious, "I swear, I will believe what you say."

"I suspect my dad is a horrible sadist," she said quickly. "There's a real person imprisoned in the walls of my basement."

After school, Carl and Todd walked home together as usual.

"Will you come to my house today?" Todd asked Carl as usual.

The Morrison's and the Croft's were only two streets away, so Carl often visited Todd's.

"I have something to do today, another day."

"Well, I might have to eat dinner alone." Thinking of another thing, Todd added, "I won't come to school on Wednesdays and Thursdays, and that's the same reason as before."

The afterglow of the hot sunset fell on them, warm as blood, and added a little blood to Todd's pale cheeks.

"Are you going to the hospital again?"

"Well, the doctor said to try a new treatment, and my mother insisted that I try it." Todd said flatly, "I agreed, but it didn't work anyway."

"Maybe... maybe in a few years, they'll be able to cure you." Carl tried to cheer him up. "They'll be able to send a man to the moon."

"Maybe." Todd shrugged, and stopped talking about this sad subject with him. "What did Daisy tell you?"

"It's nothing." Carl felt guilty for lying to his childhood friends, but he had to continue to keep Daisy's secret when he thought that Todd's father was a policeman in the town.

——I don't have a mother, and my father is my only family member. I don't want anything to happen to him.I'll sneak into the basement to check again in a few days, hopefully it's just a false alarm.

"She really trusts you." Carl noticed that Todd's tone was a little sour.

He thought of the two people who sneaked out together at the birthday party, so he changed the topic somewhat, "Is there anything strange happening in the town recently?"

"It's nothing." Todd would always bite his lips when he was thinking seriously, "If the law and order gets better, it counts, but there is a strange thing."

"What?" Carl was alarmed.

"The wandering beggars in the town are all gone." Todd gestured twice casually, "All of them are gone, my dad thought they moved to other places collectively, but went to their stronghold to find them and found their things It's all still there."

Carl has heard Todd say more than once that beggars use the abandoned buildings around the town as their strongholds and make a living by stealing, begging, and robbing.

Brodica is a peaceful town, and vicious criminal incidents rarely occur, so these beggars have become the most troublesome figures for the police officers—they will not mend their ways even if they are arrested by the police officers for theft and sentenced to several months The punishment cannot solve the fundamental problem.

Todd didn't pay attention to Carl's pale face, "It's weird, no one has seen the corpses when they are dead, it's almost like the world has evaporated. But it's also good, at least Dad can have more time to go home Come with me."

I know.Carl opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

After parting with Todd at the crossing, Carl didn't go home immediately, but took a bus to Wiggerson Street.

39 Wiggelson Street, Karl once thought that he would never come here again in his life.

The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, and only street lamps illuminated the path ahead of him.

He counted the house numbers to the imposing three-story building at No. 39, walked through the deserted garden, and knocked on the door.

"Edgar, are you there? I'm Carl, Carl Morrison, and I have something to tell you."

No one opened the door, his inner panic expanded to the extreme, and he knocked on the door harder, "Edgar, Edgar, are you there?"

He came to this place on impulse, and he didn't even think about what he would do if the blond vampire wasn't home.

Just when he decided to give up and leave, the door opened.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the expressionless face of the blond vampire, "Aren't you going to invite me in?" Maybe he trusted this vampire more than he thought.

"You humans don't need the permission of your master."

Having said that, Edgar still turned sideways to make way for him.

"Is there a problem?"

Edgar clicked somewhere on the wall, and the living room instantly became brighter.

The furnishings in the living room were exactly the same as what Carl had seen the last time he visited, except for the hard sofa.

Carl noticed that there were traces of chalk on the floor that had not been wiped clean, vaguely forming several strange symbols.When he found nothing else, he withdrew his gaze and said with some guilt, "A few days ago, you told me that the Willard family had your kind, and I didn't believe it."

"Then do you believe it now?" Edgar took out an opaque long-necked glass bottle from the kitchen cabinet, found a wine glass elsewhere, sat on the sofa, and poured himself a glass of dark red liquid.

Smelling the faint smell of blood in the air, Karl felt a little queasy, but he didn't show it.

A vampire sucked blood just like he had to eat three meals a day, he comforted himself, at least Edgar didn't show his fangs.

"I have no food for humans here." Edgar's voice reappeared in his mind.

Carl couldn't hold back the question in his heart, "This, talking directly in my head, how did you do it?"

"Some small means." As for the specific means, Edgar was unwilling to say clearly, "It can only be done when you are very close to me."

"Is it related to you sucking my blood?"

Edgar didn't answer his question, "Continue talking about what happened that night."

Although he really wanted to get an answer, but seeing the attitude of the vampire, Karl knew that it was impossible for him to learn anything from him.He cleared his throat and continued from where he was interrupted, "Daisy came to see me during the day. Daisy said that the basement wall of her house is hollow, and there is a possibility that something is imprisoned inside. Because she clearly I heard someone send her SOS from behind the wall, and the voice stopped when her father came to find her. I'm pretty sure that Mr. Willard and Daisy are both human, so... I suspect that the ones locked behind the wall are not ordinary people, It's a vampire."

Daisy also said that since that night, the door of her basement storage room has been hung with a heavy iron lock.

In either case, Mr. Willard did not appear to be an uninformed ordinary person, which was the source of Daisy's deepest fear.

By the time Karl had finished what he knew, the glass in Edgar's hand was already empty.

"Is there anything else?" Edgar didn't express any opinion, but continued to pour himself a cup of blood, "You definitely didn't come to me for this matter."

"Yes." Carl nodded, "But you have to tell me first, what is the monster we met at Webster Manor that day."

After returning from Wilbert Manor, Carl has been having the same nightmare. In the dream, most of his face was rotten, bloodshot eyeballs and sharp canine teeth.

"As I said, it's something between a human and a vampire." Seeing Carl's puzzled expression, Edgar put down his glass and asked a new question, "How much do you know about vampires?"

Vampires are an enduring theme in fantasy novels and movies, but when it comes to real vampires, most of them are wrong in one way or another.

Carl thought for a while, "Vampires are dark creatures transformed from human corpses. They live by sucking the blood of humans and animals. They are afraid of sunlight and ultraviolet rays..."

Edgar smiled lightly, Carl stopped and looked at him strangely, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Scared, but not as scared as you said." Edgar's eyes drifted to the world outside the window, "I can last for about an hour on a rainy day or at dawn and dusk, but the daylight at noon is definitely not good, even I would reduced to ashes."

Carl nodded, indicating that he had remembered, and continued.

After he finished speaking, Edgar looked at him in surprise, "Basically there is nothing wrong, where did you see it?"

"I read it from a book called "Introduction to Dark Creatures". At first I thought it was a fool."

"Did you bring it?"

Seeing that Edgar was interested in this mysterious book, Karl immediately rummaged through it in his schoolbag.

When he found the old book that was about to fall apart, Edgar didn't reach out to pick it up.He glanced at the cover quickly, "No wonder you know us so well."

Carl nearly dropped the book, "Do you know the man who wrote it?"

"If you were a dark creature, you would also know people from the Wayne family." Edgar said calmly, "Win is a very old surname, it has existed since the beginning of the fifteenth century, and there have been countless demon hunters in hundreds of years .They are like the police of human society, responsible for monitoring whether we have done bad things."

Carl didn't show much surprise - in his opinion, it's really a mess if there are only dark creatures in this world without witchers.

"Oh." He lowered his head, "Let's go back to our initial question, what is something between a human and a vampire?"

Humans and vampires are two completely different creatures, at least at this moment he thinks so.

"The process of transforming humans into vampires is called First Embrace." Edgar's tone was light, but Carl could hear a bit of ridicule, "In your movies or novels, it is usually described like this: 'The vampire cuts the wrist broke, fed his own blood to the dying man, and the poor man opened his eyes' maybe there's a slight difference, but that's about it."

"Isn't it?" Carl admitted that he had seen similar scenes in movies or novels.

"It can't be said that it's wrong, but just like your human cooking has a whole set of procedures, there are many steps in the first embrace. If you just take out the part of feeding blood, it's no different from the step of preparing ingredients." Confirmed Carl understood what he said, and Edgar continued, "It's easy to transform a dying person into a vampire, but the hard part is how to preserve his sanity during the pain of transformation, instead of turning into a crazy monster. Difficult——In the first one to three months after being transformed, newborn vampires will have a huge desire for flesh and blood, and how to pass this difficult time is the responsibility of the transformed vampire.

Because Edgar gave a very simple and easy-to-understand example, Carl immediately understood, "Those monsters... Did something go wrong during the first embrace?"

Edgar's eyes showed admiration, "Smart boy." He sipped the blood in his cup, "Accurately speaking, those things did not accept the first embrace at all. From the very beginning, the guy who made them had no hope They can retain their sanity, he just maliciously transformed them without caring about their life or death."

"..." Carl felt a little nauseous, and in fact he did the same.

Thankfully, he didn't eat anything that night, his stomach was empty, and he retched twice without vomiting anything out.

He couldn't comprehend why such a terrible crime had happened around him.

"They don't know who they are, and they don't know that they are dead. What drives them is only the desire to hunt. They are all irritable, but because the transformation has not been completed, the flesh will still rot."

In any case, those monsters in Wilbert Manor did not appear out of thin air, and behind them there must be all the masterminds of conspiracy.

Carl raised his head, "Why were you there that night?" He thought he must be crazy, he suspected Edgar, the Edgar who saved him from the monster, but he also knew that if he didn't If you ask clearly, he will always think about this question.

Edgar smiled, the smile was cold and did not enter the eyes, "For revenge."

Carl froze, he never thought it would be such an answer.

"I came here to avenge the despicable traitor who betrayed me."

At seven o'clock in the evening, the lights were still on in a waiting room of the Brodika Town Hospital.

Hangel Willard slumped back in his wide armchair, staring vacantly at the pale yellow ceiling.At this moment he didn't want to go home at all, didn't want to go home to face Daisy and his little girl - they tortured him in different ways, the pressure suffocated him, and the last straw that broke the camel's back came from For that cold and cruel strange vampire.

Suddenly his elbow touched the drawer with the key in it, his eyes moved, and he stared at a certain place as if he had a penetrating function: there were documents and receipts for work in the drawer, but only he knew that the documents were What's hidden underneath.

A sharp hunting knife: under the best soft cowhide scabbard is a shiny silver blade that can cut even a strand of hair. Three blood grooves are engraved on it to facilitate the hot blood of the prey to flow out as much as possible.

Usually, he hides it under his closest clothing, then covers his face with a hood reminiscent of a bank robber, and sneaks into the shadows as he moves toward his chosen prey. .He admitted that he was obsessed with the unique touch of a hunting knife piercing into a human body - unlike cutting human tissue with a scalpel, a hunting knife always gave him the pleasure of wild indulgence.He would use a special device to drain their blood, bury the bodies deep in the soil of the wasteland on the outskirts of the town, and return with a full load.

But during this period of time, he hadn't gone out to "hunt" for a full week-not that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't find suitable prey at all.

He was a doctor, a doctor of considerable social status, and he couldn't do anything to those around him, or the police would come after him like a hyena smelling carrion, so he could only do it to the Brodica garbage.

Whores and bums, that's what he usually preys on, but all the bums in Brodica have disappeared lately - he tried to look for them, and finally had to admit that they really disappeared instead of hiding Get up—like heavy snow sprinkled with salt, it disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly the nurse knocked on the door, and he nearly bounced off his chair.

"Come in." He took a few seconds to force himself to be composed. "What's the matter, Miss April?"

A young nurse came in, "Dr. Willard, are you still going home?"

"It's nothing." Hangel squeezed the center of his eyebrows, "Go back quickly, I will leave by myself later. Thank you for your concern."

Thinking of some rumors about the doctor, Apra's eyes flashed with sympathy, "Take care of yourself, I'm leaving, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After he confirmed that the nurse had also left, he took out a graduated brass tube the size of a finger from his coat pocket.

The copper tube is made into a syringe, and as long as the pointed end is pierced somewhere, a black liquid will ooze out.

He knew what it was, it was vampire blood, given to him by the green-eyed devil.

"Hangel Willard, I not only know that you have the key to the blood bank of the hospital, but also that you often steal the blood in it to feed my little fellow-her appetite is really big, two days You just need a bag of blood, you are almost unable to afford it, aren’t you?” The green-eyed vampire’s body language was exaggerated like a black and white silent movie, “I need you to do something for me, take it.”

The vampire's fingers were as cold as ice, Hangel felt something was forced by the other party, and almost shook the cold gadget to the ground.

"..."

The vampire whispered in his ear, "Here, I need you to mix the liquid into the hospital blood bank, or more directly, just prick your patient - you are a doctor, you will definitely have a solution."

Hangel mustered up the courage to glance at the brass pipe in his hand.

"This...what the hell is this?"

Noticing Hangel's wavering and shrinking, the vampire let out a contented sigh, "What is it? Don't be afraid, it is your honor to receive this great and glorious blood, and you should be proud of these inferior fellows. Don't get this lost, you don't want to know what it's like to lose my temper."

"But I'm not such a cold guy. As long as you do it, I will pay you." The vampire's voice was as sweet as honey, "You love my little fellow, and you don't want her to starve at all. Right? I am your beloved Cupid, I will definitely help you, I swear, you will like the gift I prepared for you."

Hangel closed his eyes, thinking of the small figure in the dark, her beautiful face and melancholy eyes, and stood up slowly.

Hospitalized patients are on the third floor.There was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

After returning from Wilbert Manor, Carl has been having the same nightmare. In the dream, most of his face was rotten, bloodshot eyeballs and sharp canine teeth.

"As I said, it's something between a human and a vampire." Seeing Carl's puzzled expression, Edgar put down his glass and asked a new question, "How much do you know about vampires?"

Vampires are an enduring theme in fantasy novels and movies, but when it comes to real vampires, most of them are wrong in one way or another.

Carl thought for a while, "Vampires are dark creatures transformed from human corpses. They live by sucking the blood of humans and animals. They are afraid of sunlight and ultraviolet rays..."

Edgar smiled lightly, Carl stopped and looked at him strangely, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Scared, but not as scared as you said." Edgar's eyes drifted to the world outside the window, "I can last for about an hour on a rainy day or at dawn and dusk, but the daylight at noon is definitely not good, even I would reduced to ashes."

Carl nodded, indicating that he had remembered, and continued.

After he finished speaking, Edgar looked at him in surprise, "Basically there is nothing wrong, where did you see it?"

"I read it from a book called "Introduction to Dark Creatures". At first I thought it was a fool."

"Did you bring it?"

Seeing that Edgar was interested in this mysterious book, Karl immediately rummaged through it in his schoolbag.

When he found the old book that was about to fall apart, Edgar didn't reach out to pick it up.He glanced at the cover quickly, "No wonder you know us so well."

Carl nearly dropped the book, "Do you know the man who wrote it?"

"If you were a dark creature, you would also know people from the Wayne family." Edgar said calmly, "Win is a very old surname, it has existed since the beginning of the fifteenth century, and there have been countless demon hunters in hundreds of years .They are like the police of human society, responsible for monitoring whether we have done bad things."

Carl didn't show much surprise - in his opinion, it's really a mess if there are only dark creatures in this world without witchers.

"Oh." He lowered his head, "Let's go back to our initial question, what is something between a human and a vampire?"

Humans and vampires are two completely different creatures, at least at this moment he thinks so.

"The process of transforming humans into vampires is called First Embrace." Edgar's tone was light, but Carl could hear a bit of ridicule, "In your movies or novels, it is usually described like this: 'The vampire cuts the wrist broke, fed his own blood to the dying man, and the poor man opened his eyes' maybe there's a slight difference, but that's about it."

"Isn't it?" Carl admitted that he had seen similar scenes in movies or novels.

"It can't be said that it's wrong, but just like your human cooking has a whole set of procedures, there are many steps in the first embrace. If you just take out the part of feeding blood, it's no different from the step of preparing ingredients." Confirmed Carl understood what he said, and Edgar continued, "It's easy to transform a dying person into a vampire, but the hard part is how to preserve his sanity during the pain of transformation, instead of turning into a crazy monster. Difficult——In the first one to three months after being transformed, newborn vampires will have a huge desire for flesh and blood, and how to pass this difficult time is the responsibility of the transformed vampire.

Because Edgar gave a very simple and easy-to-understand example, Carl immediately understood, "Those monsters... Did something go wrong during the first embrace?"

Edgar's eyes showed admiration, "Smart boy." He sipped the blood in his cup, "Accurately speaking, those things did not accept the first embrace at all. From the very beginning, the guy who made them had no hope They can retain their sanity, he just maliciously transformed them without caring about their life or death."

"..." Carl felt a little nauseous, and in fact he did the same.

Thankfully, he didn't eat anything that night, his stomach was empty, and he retched twice without vomiting anything out.

He couldn't comprehend why such a terrible crime had happened around him.

"They don't know who they are, and they don't know that they are dead. What drives them is only the desire to hunt. They are all irritable, but because the transformation has not been completed, the flesh will still rot."

In any case, those monsters in Wilbert Manor did not appear out of thin air, and behind them there must be all the masterminds of conspiracy.

Carl raised his head, "Why were you there that night?" He thought he must be crazy, he suspected Edgar, the Edgar who saved him from the monster, but he also knew that if he didn't If you ask clearly, he will always think about this question.

Edgar smiled, the smile was cold and did not enter the eyes, "For revenge."

Carl froze, he never thought it would be such an answer.

"I came here to avenge the despicable traitor who betrayed me."

At seven o'clock in the evening, the lights were still on in a waiting room of the Brodika Town Hospital.

Hangel Willard slumped back in his wide armchair, staring vacantly at the pale yellow ceiling.At this moment he didn't want to go home at all, didn't want to go home to face Daisy and his little girl - they tortured him in different ways, the pressure suffocated him, and the last straw that broke the camel's back came from For that cold and cruel strange vampire.

Suddenly his elbow touched the drawer with the key in it, his eyes moved, and he stared at a certain place as if he had a penetrating function: there were documents and receipts for work in the drawer, but only he knew that the documents were What's hidden underneath.

A sharp hunting knife: under the best soft cowhide scabbard is a shiny silver blade that can cut even a strand of hair. Three blood grooves are engraved on it to facilitate the hot blood of the prey to flow out as much as possible.

Usually, he hides it under his closest clothing, then covers his face with a hood reminiscent of a bank robber, and sneaks into the shadows as he moves toward his chosen prey. .He admitted that he was obsessed with the unique touch of a hunting knife piercing into a human body - unlike cutting human tissue with a scalpel, a hunting knife always gave him the pleasure of wild indulgence.He would use a special device to drain their blood, bury the bodies deep in the soil of the wasteland on the outskirts of the town, and return with a full load.

But during this period of time, he hadn't gone out to "hunt" for a full week-not that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't find suitable prey at all.

He was a doctor, a doctor of considerable social status, and he couldn't do anything to those around him, or the police would come after him like a hyena smelling carrion, so he could only do it to the Brodica garbage.

Whores and bums, that's what he usually preys on, but all the bums in Brodica have disappeared lately - he tried to look for them, and finally had to admit that they really disappeared instead of hiding Get up—like heavy snow sprinkled with salt, it disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly the nurse knocked on the door, and he nearly bounced off his chair.

"Come in." He took a few seconds to force himself to be composed. "What's the matter, Miss April?"

A young nurse came in, "Dr. Willard, are you still going home?"

"It's nothing." Hangel squeezed the center of his eyebrows, "Go back quickly, I will leave by myself later. Thank you for your concern."

Thinking of some rumors about the doctor, Apra's eyes flashed with sympathy, "Take care of yourself, I'm leaving, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After he confirmed that the nurse had also left, he took out a graduated brass tube the size of a finger from his coat pocket.

The copper tube is made into a syringe, and as long as the pointed end is pierced somewhere, a black liquid will ooze out.

He knew what it was, it was vampire blood, given to him by the green-eyed devil.

"Hangel Willard, I not only know that you have the key to the blood bank of the hospital, but also that you often steal the blood in it to feed my little fellow-her appetite is really big, two days You just need a bag of blood, you are almost unable to afford it, aren’t you?” The green-eyed vampire’s body language was exaggerated like a black and white silent movie, “I need you to do something for me, take it.”

The vampire's fingers were as cold as ice, Hangel felt something was forced by the other party, and almost shook the cold gadget to the ground.

"..."

The vampire whispered in his ear, "Here, I need you to mix the liquid into the hospital blood bank, or more directly, just prick your patient - you are a doctor, you will definitely have a solution."

Hangel mustered up the courage to glance at the brass pipe in his hand.

"This...what the hell is this?"

Noticing Hangel's wavering and shrinking, the vampire let out a contented sigh, "What is it? Don't be afraid, it is your honor to receive this great and glorious blood, and you should be proud of these inferior fellows. Don't get this lost, you don't want to know what it's like to lose my temper."

"But I'm not such a cold guy. As long as you do it, I will pay you." The vampire's voice was as sweet as honey, "You love my little fellow, and you don't want her to starve at all. Right? I am your beloved Cupid, I will definitely help you, I swear, you will like the gift I prepared for you."

Hangel closed his eyes, thinking of the small figure in the dark, her beautiful face and melancholy eyes, and stood up slowly.

Hospitalized patients are on the third floor.There was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

The hour hand on the wall clock pointed to the number 9, and Edgar slowly stood up from his seat.

"It's time for you to go home." His tone was very firm.

Karl was about to say something when suddenly there was a sound in his stomach that attracted the attention of the vampire.

"Go back to your own home, there is no human food for you here." Edgar urged again, "Your mother should be worried."

Now that the matter has been finished, there is no reason to stay, Carl packed his schoolbag and prepared to leave.

Thinking of a lunatic hiding in the town, Karl couldn't help feeling a little scared, "If... I mean if..."

"I'll take you back." Edgar glanced at him, as if he had seen through the things in his heart.

Carlton tensed up, "Will it be troublesome?"

"No." Edgar picked up the coat hanging on the wall, "I was going out."

Just as the day belongs to humans, the night belongs to vampires.

Walking side by side with Edgar on the quiet path, the street lamps stretched their shadows long.

"Actually, it wasn't the first time I saw a vampire that day at the manor."

Carl couldn't help but tell him what he had seen that evening: the foul smell, the dying woman, the red-eyed vampire.

"Generally speaking, vampires don't kill their prey." Edgar added, seeing his reassurance, "This only applies to vampires who have been properly taught."

The darkest section of the boulevard didn't even have street lights, so Carl couldn't help but quietly grabbed Edgar's cuff.

"What kind of guy are you looking for?" Even though he had lowered his voice, it was still so clear in the silent environment.

Edgar didn't answer his question directly, "One day you will know."

There will be a day when there will be no such day.Carl nodded, "I have another question that is a bit presumptuous, if you don't mind, I won't ask..." He knew that he was being aggressive, but he just couldn't help it.

Edgar was different.This idea has been deeply rooted in his mind.

"what?"

"When you sucked my blood that day, I saw some images. The sunset reflected in the lake, the silhouette of the castle in the afterglow..." Sensing Edgar's eyes, Carl's voice gradually weakened.

Edgar turned his face away, "Really? Maybe it's my memory when I was a human, I don't remember it anymore."

At the end of this road is Carl's house.