1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

1983. 1, 7

The polar night of Brodica ended on this day, and all surviving residents of the town ushered in their first dawn of the new year.

During that long nightmare-like night, many bizarre things happened, as if someone opened Pandora's magic box at a moment they didn't know, released countless disasters, and almost destroyed them completely life.

Fortunately, hope did not abandon them in the end, and they still waited for the salvation they wanted.

The whereabouts of the mayor, Peg Violet, is unknown. According to gossip, a suspicious pool of ashes was found in his home, and the only maid who knew the truth had already quietly left with a box.Sheriff Marmon Croft put the matter aside after a few symbolic searches in the surrounding streets and a missing person notice was published in the newspaper.

They were busy collecting and sorting out the evidence of Hangel Willard.In addition to the Willard family, they later found about ten skeletons in the wasteland near the Webster Manor, both male and female, and Hangel Willard confessed to this.

Because the town police station is not enough to try the man's crimes, in the end they have to hand over the prisoner to a higher-level institution, and then they will make a fair judgment. After Loft's narration, he smiled dubiously—in their view, vampires are just bizarre creatures that live in movies and novels, and only immature children would believe these things.Until they saw with their own eyes the half-finished vampires that hadn't expired being burned to ashes before their eyes.They realized the seriousness of the matter, but they were as powerless as the people in the town police station.

However, at the moment when things were at a stalemate, with the tireless persuasion and assistance of a white-haired young man, the men who refused to give in gathered together dubiously, took the shotguns they hung on the wall, loaded them with iron sand mixed with silver powder, He silvered the blades of his daggers and went out to try to clean up those red-eyed monsters: they resembled humans in appearance, but with long, pointed canines and scarlet eyes.They feed on flesh and blood and look like rotting corpses. Devout believers will recite the Bible as soon as they get close to them, hoping that the merciful God will take pity on his people and send down fire for them to burn all these evil creatures. biology.

The night is still going on, they have taken this difficult first step, for the dawn, and for the small town they have lived in for so long, they are finally no longer the one waiting in vain to be saved.

And in a place that no one noticed, 39 Wiggelson Street was put up for sale again-all the furniture was evacuated and the residents disappeared.

The broker of the housing exchange stared at the documents in front of him, his face pale.His assistant, not knowing what was going on, approached him to ask if he needed help, but he was roughly pushed aside.

He remembered that its previous owner was an amiable widow who raised two children alone. Because she couldn't bear the pressure and loneliness of life, she chose to sell the property and remarry a distant relative in a big town. Suspicious blankness, racking his brains to recall that dusk when the clouds were burning, he met a man with blond hair like moonlight... His head ached violently, as if he had touched some memory that shouldn't be touched.

Panting heavily, he fell back to the chair behind him. After a few seconds, he suddenly remembered something and opened the drawer, and found a few gold coins that were worth a lot of money at the top: spears, roses, and horseman's heads. Cast in Spain in 1862.He couldn't remember when they appeared here, but he knew that this was his payment, yes, payment.

"Damn it," he murmured, feeling sick to his stomach for some reason.

vampire.Such thoughts only flashed through his mind.

He waved to his assistant, cleared his throat and said, "I'm sorry, I need a cup of coffee, thank you."

No one knows who it belonged to over the past few months, but now it's back in his hands.But at least it's back in his hands, and he won't tell anyone it was once inhabited by evil vampires.

When the assistant brought the coffee, he looked out through the window, the bright and gentle sunlight covered the town, and the white snow reflected the crystal light like shining diamonds.

The sun has risen, and evil will have nowhere to hide.

He looked back with satisfaction and returned to his daily routine.

After the sun set, the long iron train stopped on the railway track of Brodika Town Railway Station, waiting for the arrival of passengers.

The afterglow of the setting sun was immersed in the edge of the day, and the ticket inspectors thought that the time was almost up, so they checked from the first car one by one to see if there were any sneaky fare evaders who got on the train.

Because it is a long-distance train, the shortest journey lasts a day and two nights, so many people prepare food with them, and then doze off on the back of the chair, until they are woken up by him, and then hurriedly find the ticket from their pockets for him to punch.He nodded in satisfaction and moved on to the next carriage.

The black-haired teenager—who doesn’t look like an adult yet—and the blond-haired adult man, they seemed to occupy the entire carriage, sitting alone on the seats, but they didn’t hurry up like other passengers Take a nap, just quietly looking at the scenery outside the car window.

The ticket inspector followed his gaze, only seeing the snow that hadn't completely melted, and the desolate snow-blue sky.He withdrew his gaze, "I want to see your tickets." He glanced at them suspiciously, not like father and son or relatives, but this has nothing to do with him, he just needs to do his job well .

"Here." The black-haired boy handed over his ticket, and he skillfully punched a hole in it.

"Have a nice trip," he said as usual before leaving.

The black-haired boy nodded, "Thank you."

At this moment, he thought he was dazzled.He rubbed his eyes and laughed self-deprecatingly.How can the shadow move?Next time he shouldn't drink before work, even if his hands and feet are freezing, otherwise it would be too bad to have hallucinations before dark.

After seeing off the ticket inspector, Carl Morrison sat back in his seat.

"I don't know where Dad and Daisy are."

They broke up with Eugene and others yesterday afternoon, and they should go to a warmer country.Eugene also said that he wanted to start an organization to provide assistance to people like Daisy and Mr. Morrison, and that there were a few vampires and humans who would like to be his companions, though very few.

Daisy's condition barely stabilized.She had just learned to suppress hunger and use her fangs properly, and after listening to Eugene, she whispered that she would help him too, and before leaving the town, she hugged Karl one last time.

"I'll never forget you and Todd," she said choked up.

Edgar glanced at him but said nothing.To be honest, although such a little bit of sunlight won't harm his body, it still makes him uncomfortable, so he has been moving closer to the backlit place.

Carl, who noticed his reaction, pulled down the curtain of the car window, and said with some emotion: "It's going to be night soon." He glanced at the suitcase on the shelf, "Do you need blood?"

"No need." While Edgar was speaking, the train shook, and the scene outside the window began to slowly reverse.

"Sleep, I'll watch over here, and I'll wake you up if things aren't right."

Carl sat on the seat, pressed his forehead against the cold glass, and slowly closed his eyes.

Under the table, their hands were tightly held, cold and warm, the temperature gradually neutralized.

"I..." Carl wanted to say something, but stopped before saying something, "I see."

He still doesn't know what the future holds.They decided to go to the big cities in the south first, and then go abroad.In order to stay away from prying eyes and malicious hunters, they must always wander, neither as humans nor as dark creatures, and they will always live in the gap between the two.So it's not going to be a pleasant and short journey.

Weird composite creatures and vampires are, by any measure, an odd pairing.They are not compatible, but they are so compatible because they will love no one else.They were born to belong to each other.

He doesn't feel afraid or hesitate.

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