1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

Shh, here they come.

In the slums on the outskirts of Brodika Town, a [-]% new car was parked outside the alley.

Hanger Willard took two whiskey shots from the bottle, some cologne, and a little messed up hair—in short, he was trying to look like a libertine rather than a serious professional nice guy.He opened the car door, walked into the alley where the street lights couldn't shine, skillfully looked at the women hiding in the dark and posing, and tried hard to choose his prey for tonight.

Soon a bold and proactive woman caught his attention: she wore heavy makeup, even though she was young, and her clothes were a bit thin for the winter below zero degrees.Seeing the well-dressed Hangel Willard, her body quickly stuck to him like a vine.She blew a cigarette on his face, and before he could speak, she said, "I'll go with you tonight."

Hanger Willard showed an imperceptible smile, reached out and grabbed her wrist, and dragged her to the car like an impatient pervert who could no longer bear it.

"What's your name?" He didn't mind hearing tacky pseudonyms like Lily, Lucy, and Anna. "You look really young. Is there anyone else in your family?"

At this moment, she has no idea what will happen to her in the next few hours, and she talks to him with a smile, "I've seen a lot of men like you. Don't talk like you are going to marry me... Well, if If you must know, there is no one else in my family, and I am alone, will this make your sympathy more generous?"

After getting a satisfactory answer, Hangel became pleasing to her eyes—he had been attacking these lonely prostitutes, and the police hadn't noticed it for so long, and it probably will be the same tonight.

At first he just draws some blood from them or the bum, but as time goes by his desire grows, and after being blackmailed by the prostitute yet again, he chooses to kill her.Kill her, drain all the blood from her body, and dispose of the body so that no one will notice.Just kill the woman next to him, and his beloved little vampire will get food for the next few days.

"You'll get a lot, so come with me."

And in the shadows that none of them noticed, the blond vampire was confronting a young man in riding clothes who looked to be in his late twenties.

"You are a vampire." The white-haired man took the initiative to put away his gun, and pointed to the two people who were about to disappear from their sight, "It seems that our target tonight is that man named Hanger Willard, so How about a temporary truce?"

Edgar didn't speak, his left hand hidden behind him was already preparing a small spell.

"I know, you don't trust demon hunters very much, but there's nothing you can do about it, the Middle Ages, and you killed a lot of people on our side too?" The white-haired man chose to make a long story short, after all, he came here The main goal is to find out the truth of the hospital tragedy, and Hangel Willard is the key figure in the whole thing.

The Middle Ages were dark and chaotic not simply because of frequent witch hunts and rampant dark creatures.

Witchers hunt dark creatures regardless of good or bad, ordinary people hang witchers as evil wizards, and dark creatures hate both witchers and ordinary humans.

Thank goodness they didn't kill the other parties to extinction.

"My surname is Wayne, do you understand that?" He pointed to the silver badge pinned to his collar, on which was a W entangled with vines, "Antiago Wayne, you can call me Andy good."

Hearing the surname of Wayne, Edgar softened his attitude, "Edgar Fogelsang."

"I've heard your name before." It seems that Antiago's memory is quite good, "You are the vampire who came out from... ten years ago, right?"

But Edgar had no time to talk nonsense with him, he quickly caught up with Hanger Willard.They were about to get in the car and leave.

Antiago hastily followed, "Although I don't know why you hunted down this man, but if you really have something to do with Daybreak that year, I suggest you take less part in this case."

I don't know what method this demon hunter from Wayne's family used, but he was able to keep up with Edgar who was a vampire, and he didn't lag behind at all.

About ten meters ahead is Hangel's car. It seems that his destination tonight is not his own home.

"How many more of you are here?" Edgar didn't ask him why.

"Because I came here by car, I should be here first. Ravenna and the others took the train and arrived around dawn." Antiago said seriously, "We adopt the bounty hunter system in this case. Without interfering with the other party's progress, everyone is free to move around until the real culprit is caught—that is, if you meet Ravenna and the others tonight, they will not show mercy to you, even if you are alive Vampires who have lived for hundreds of years, they won't make it easy for you."

Edgar cast him a sneering glance.

"After all, Ravenna and the others... are the kind of medieval witcher family I just mentioned."

Unlike the Wayne family, which has gradually improved its relationship with some dark creatures in recent years, the Hicks family where Ravenna belongs has never distinguished between good and evil. As long as they are dark creatures, they are their prey. It is closer to being unconditional than promoting justice. killing.

"...Just take it as my kindness." Antiago couldn't tell why he would do this to a vampire he met for the first time, but since he knew that he was related to the incident ten years ago, he couldn't sit idly by. "The Hicks family is investigating everything about Dawn. I don't know what Dawn was researching ten years ago. If you knew, you should know what to do."

"Where are we going?"

After getting into the car, the young prostitute tightened her clothes a little at a loss.It's actually not the first time she's been out with guests, but it's certainly the weirdest she's ever seen.

Except for the one time she took the initiative, this man never touched her body again - and other guests always tried their best to get close to her, touch her, and flirt with her before the real thing started, and she didn't How to hate this.She heard him turn on the radio, and the night radio was appealing to the townspeople to go home quickly, not to stay outside for a long time, so as not to repeat the tragedy of the previous period... Crack, this man turned off the radio again, the silence is always extraordinarily disturbing Uneasy, she shifted anxiously.Maybe this is a very rigid man who doesn't like to touch women outside of the bed. Thinking of this, she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.No big deal, just going out for the night with a guy you just met.

Suddenly, when she first started out in the business, the words that several older prostitutes taught her flashed back to her mind: protect yourself, because if people like us disappear, the law will not bring justice to us of.

The law never protects marginalized people like them.The law is used to protect the middle class and those upper-class people. Even if they report the crime, the police will at most ask a few words and classify the reasons for the disappearance as disordered private life and drug overdose.She bit her lip, "...it doesn't look like going to your house."

Judging from the man's clothes, he should live in a wealthy area in the south, such as the area around Wiggelson Street.

The man who was concentrating on driving gave her a quick glance.Because the lights were not turned on in the car, looking at it from a dark place, the look in her eyes made her hairs stand on end.

In order to avoid suffering later, she retracted her hand in a dull manner and stopped talking - it is not a good thing to annoy guests.

But the scenery along the way became more and more remote, and her uneasiness gradually accumulated in her heart.She could see that this was the road leading to the outskirts of the town, and this man was leading her to Wilbert Manor... Wellbert Manor, she couldn't even deceive herself anymore.The man didn't intend to take her home or to a hotel at all—she was familiar with all the hotels in Brodika, and they had already passed two small hotels on the way.

"Stop!" She reached out to grab the car door in panic, "I won't do this business, stop! Let me down!"

In response, the man driving stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed again.

A little bit of panic had completely taken over her heart. She first pulled the car door, but found that it was locked because it could not be opened, and rushed to snatch the steering wheel again.There is only one thought in her mind, that is, she must escape, and if she does not escape now, then she will have no chance the next moment--serial killers like to target prostitutes and homeless people, and people like them even if they disappear It won't cause too much commotion.The moment she touched the steering wheel, the man's face suddenly became extremely hideous.

The direction of the vehicle became crooked. In order to prevent the car from hitting a utility pole and causing a car accident, the man had to step on the brakes, forcing the car to stop on the side of the road crookedly.

The desire to survive made her frantically smash the car glass.She must escape.

The distorted facial features of the man were reflected on the car glass, and she cursed at herself half an hour ago.If I had known earlier, she would rather go hungry than come out with this devil.She pulled the car door hard...until a man pressed a rag with something on her nose and mouth.She only sucked in a little, but the strength still left her body quickly.

She curled up and struggled with the sleeping desire.

She lied, she still has a younger sister at home - how could she tell the guests she met for the first time that she has a relative at home waiting for her to support her?If she dies here, will her sister be sent to an orphanage, or go down the exact same path as her?Consciousness fell into a blur, and she felt a pair of cold hands pinching her neck.

—I can't escape.

But before losing consciousness, she saw a face appear on the window glass of the car.This is not her hallucination.Someone really noticed the change here.

"...help...help me." She mouthed to the blond man outside the car window.

"This is the beginning of the tragedy."

Sheila sadly told about the bloody evening 50 years ago.Daisy was fascinated by what she heard, and almost forgot that she was still struggling with the rope tied around her hands.

"What happened in the back... What happened in the back?" She began to be afraid to face the things behind.

Because from what Sheila said, she can infer that some dark creatures disguised as pregnant women entered her house.

The reports I read with Karl Todd emerged from the depths of my memory: there was no complete body at the scene, only pieces of torn flesh and blood, and until the day of the burial, the forensic doctor could not separate the poor couple.

What kind of atrocities must have occurred to make the scene so tragic, even after 50 years, no one dared to take over such a luxurious house again, making it completely a haunted house.

"You guessed it right." Sheila said as if she had understood her inner thoughts, "The vicious vampire disguised himself as a pregnant woman, took advantage of my father's absence, tricked me and my mother into sympathizing, and knocked on the door of my house."

Even though there were many silver artifacts for dark creatures inside Wilbert's house, she and her mother were just two weak women after all, and they had never even received relevant training.

The moment he knew he had been deceived, death had already become a doomed ending.

Facing the ferocious female vampire, she was shivering helplessly as her mother protected her behind her.

"My mother found a pistol with a silver bullet in the drawer, but... that female vampire can do magic, and the gun melted into a twisted piece of scrap iron in her hands." Sheila's small body trembled behind the wall , as if returning to the fear of that day, "She begged her to let me go, as long as she can let me go, she can do anything. She almost knelt in front of that terrible vampire."

The blade slipped from Daisy's hand, but she couldn't care less now.

"She...what did she say?" Thinking of Sheila in front of her, she actually had no hope in her heart.

In the end, the vampire still killed the Wilberts, and she felt bad thinking about it.

"She didn't kill my mother right away, because her real purpose was to punish our family. Simply killing her and me could not appease her anger and hatred towards our family at all."

"punish?"

"Yes, punishment. I didn't know that my parents were the main sponsors of Daybreak, a witchcraft group, until I heard the vampire say it angrily. There was no way to destroy Daybreak immediately, so I decided to start with us ordinary people who secretly supported Daybreak. Only then did I know that vampires had been eyeing me and my family for a long time, so they specially chose Start on the day when Dad is about to return from a long trip."

Daisy understood half of it, and finally chose to ask her question, "What is Daybreak?"

"Dawn, as the name suggests, is the moment when the first ray of sunlight breaks through the darkness." Sheila's voice echoed in the narrow and crowded basement, "Even in a plagueland where vampires are rampant, sunlight also means warmth and safety. At least that's what the vampire said. She kept my mother and me in the living room, waiting for the final protagonist, that is, my father to come back. Before that, she will never hurt us."

"Your father..."

Sheila smiled, and Daisy's eyes were red when she heard that, "Yeah, he's back. Even though he was outside the manor, he had a bad feeling, but he still didn't abandon us, mother and child, and he came back. He always When I got home, before I could even take off my cloak, I was controlled by a female vampire—I forgot to say, her name was Brianna. Vampires are so powerful that ordinary people must take advantage of them if they want to deal with them. Otherwise, the end will be obvious. She said that since everyone is here, the fun should begin.”

Daisy shuddered: it must have been that brianna vampire who tore Sheila's parents apart.

It's just that she forgot, if Brianna really did it, then why is Sheila in this place, as a vampire.

"Brianna transformed me in front of my parents, then watched me transform from a living person into a vampire, hypnotized me before my sanity recovered, and instilled in me the idea: 'In your The man and woman in front of you are the enemies of your beloved blood mother, for your mother, kill them, torture them, so that your blood mother will love you' newborn vampires are like this, obey their 'parents' , I was no exception, I stood up staggeringly, and stretched out my hand to those two people... I guess you should know the following things, how tragic and terrifying the scene was, and I was all alone made."

Daisy was completely speechless.

Daisy could understand every word Sheila uttered, but when put together it became something she couldn't understand at all: It wasn't Brianna who did it, but the only child of the Wilberts.

Briana had absolute dominion over Sheila, who had just become a vampire, and she bewitched her to kill her parents, taking the identity of a monster.

"I can still recall how my mother knelt in front of me and begged me. My father has been torn into pieces by me. She cried so hard that her spirit has completely collapsed... She never thought that I would kill him. kill them."

"Stop it!" Daisy covered her ears. "Forget about them, please, Sheila, forget about them! It's not your fault, these are the vampire named Brianna, and Dawn's wrong."

The truth 50 years ago is so full of irony.Daisy really wanted to go back half an hour ago and stop that curious self.

Sheila laughed, the laughter was full of helpless sadness, "Daisy, escape from here quickly."

At one past six in the morning, Carl tiptoed back to his home.

He has been like this these days, being a good boy at home during the day, and going to Edgar's to accompany the painful Todd at night.

Because he was carrying the cello, he had to go through the main door. Unexpectedly, the door was opened before he could insert the key.Facing his father's haggard and sallow face, all the excuses he had prepared before were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

He remembered that his father always took care of himself meticulously, but in just a few days, he seemed to be more than ten years old, with loose skin and loose eyes.

"Where have you been?" Dad grabbed him by the shoulders. "Do you know that night is the most dangerous time! How am I going to tell your mother if I lose you again? Aren't you always talking to Croft?" Is he playing with the boys at home? He disappeared and can't be found now. Mr. Croft is going crazy. I saw him yesterday. His hair is almost white...he keeps telling me , if he would ask for leave that day to accompany their mother and son to the hospital. Do you want me to be like that? "

"Todd..." The light in Carl's eyes went out for a moment, "Todd's dad, is he okay?"

"How could it be okay." Mr. Morrison took a deep breath, "I still have you, and he is left alone. So please, just treat it for Dad, and you have to protect yourself. "

"I was with Edgar last night," Carl whispered. "I was with him. He won't hurt me."

The truth is that Edgar was not at home, and did not come back until he left.He was worried that Edgar was in trouble, but he had sworn to Edgar that he must leave as soon as the sun rose, otherwise the gate here would never be opened to him.

Reaching into his pocket, he came upon the strange black feather again—somehow he had taken it with him before he left, simply because he was afraid Edgar would see it.

Where did this feather come from, and why is it in Edgar's living room?He has no idea.

"No wonder, but it's okay, you should be close to him..." Mr. Morrison murmured, "After all, he is yours..."

Because his voice was too small, Carl couldn't hear the second half of the sentence clearly, but he was keenly aware that there was something in his words, "What? What is he to me? Dad, speak up."

But Mr. Morrison shut his mouth quickly, "Nothing, nothing. It would be great if he can keep you safe." He picked up his coat, "I should go out, the funeral home is still waiting for me , I made an appointment with them at eight o'clock in the morning."

The funeral will be held in three days, and many things are not yet ready.

Because Mrs. Morrison was a Catholic, she took a few more steps than ordinary people, and it was her husband's turn to do it for her.

"Dad, I know who the real culprit was that night."

Just as Mr. Morrison was about to walk out of the garden, Karl stopped him from behind.He knew who the real culprit was.

Hanger Willard, who brought the source of infection into the hospital, forced countless people to end their human lives and become blood-sucking monsters.

Todd, thinking of Todd who was tied to the bed and struggling, Carl only felt that anger and hatred would overwhelm him.

He'd never wanted to kill anyone that much, not even Ronald and Rooney.

"Really?" Mr. Morrison tried to put on an indifferent look, but his trembling left hand and blue lips betrayed his inner magnificence, "I don't want to know who he is. But...but he must pay his life, He owes us all." He paused for a long moment, "Carl, promise me that you won't seek revenge on him yourself even if you know who he is, okay? I know it's a bit mean, but...but can you please Will that Mr. Vampire help?"

The blood shed for the town, the tears shed for...for the people left behind.

"Yes, I will." Carl lowered his head, and his powerless cowardice attacked him, making him unable to lift his head. "Edgar promised me this. I will not take risks alone."

He could vaguely feel that his body was different from ordinary people, and Edgar was afraid that his abnormalities would further expand.

"Miss, are you okay?"

The young prostitute woke up: she had a dying headache, a large reddish plaque appeared in front of her retina, and she couldn't see clearly.

The cold wind was blowing into the room through the broken glass, and she subconsciously curled up to reduce the contact area with the outside world to keep warm, but as the memory of last night came back, the pain and cold brought her the joy of the rest of her life— — which happens to be proof that she's still alive.

"Are you awake? Would you like some water?"

She met a handsome face: this one had gray hair, looked like an old man, and his facial features were somewhat like those of people in Western Europe.

He shook his palm in front of her worriedly, held up the soft leather water bag and handed it to her lips, "The taste may be a bit bad, but it's good for people like you."

The cold water with a bit of herbal taste flowed on her lips, and she swallowed greedily until she choked.

"...you...you saved me?"

She didn't say that what she saw when leaning against the window glass was a handsome and extraordinary blond man.

"Yes, I saved you." Antiago put away the water bag. "Here is a little cash. When you are ready, take it and leave. Go back to your house and hide. Remember, don't touch you last night. The police and the media don't want to talk about the things that happened...Of course I don't want to let him go, I swear to you, that man will be sanctioned, just not through ordinary channels."

She nodded blankly—in fact, it was impossible for her to go to the police. The police would just treat everything as a hallucination after she overdosed on drugs.

Apart from trusting this mysterious white-haired man, she seemed to have no other way.

After dealing with the woman's affairs, Antiago patted the dust off his hands and walked to the inner room.

This is an old abandoned building on the outskirts of the town. The locks of the iron gates have been cut and have not been repaired, and all kinds of vulgar graffiti remain on the dilapidated walls that have been in disrepair.He went down the stairs to the dark and damp basement, and saw the blond vampire who acted with him last night and the prey they captured together.

Hanger Willard was bound so tightly with a special rope that he couldn't even move.His pupils dilated to an abnormal level, and terror and horror remained on his face, as if the person who just raised the butcher knife was not him.

The blond vampire hid in the shadows, his head bowed, motionless.If it were any other person, they would definitely think that he had fallen into a deep sleep, but Antiago came from a very old family of demon hunters and knew all kinds of hunting postures of vampires.

"The torture is over?"

He looked around and found discarded pots and pans and patched, dirty blankets that had obviously been lived in for a long time.

"Just like I thought, this man doesn't know where the person I'm looking for is, he was just threatened to do things for him." Edgar opened his eyes, there was still a faint layer of blood on the whites of his eyes, and pale The blue iris provides a nice contrast.

Antiago didn't look into his eyes, but pushed Hangel on the ground twice, "Your blood must be very powerful, because the vampires I saw last time can only give people low-level spiritual hints at best. , It’s really barbaric to break into human consciousness like this to find the information you need...but it’s also very useful.” He muttered something that Edgar didn’t want to care about.

"It's human." He looked over Hanger Willard several times, but he didn't find any inhuman traits. He didn't know whether it was regret or gratitude.

If it is a dark creature, the demon hunter has the right to execute it on the spot after they hurt humans and catch them, but if it is a human being—even if they are manipulated by dark creatures behind them—they have to go through many complicated procedures.

Witchers can harm dark creatures, but they are never allowed to harm humans.This is the commandment that must be obeyed by the power flowing in their blood.

"You seem to know a lot of things that I don't."

"is it?"

Edgar ignored him at all, and just sorted out the information he knew in his mind: Homeless people used to live here, making a living by stealing and helping other well-meaning people.A few months ago, rumors spread out from nowhere that there were treasures in the Wilbert Manor that the owner hadn't had time to take away.Knowing that it was impossible, but being forced by life, they still decided to try their luck - after all, the wealth of the Wilbert family is well known.

Ignatz lured countless people into this haunted house through such rumors, turning them into blood-sucking monsters.

"Can I interrupt your thoughts for a moment?"

Edgar glanced at him, but did not answer.

"The man said he was being manipulated by a vampire. So, why did that vampire do such a thing?" Antiago looked serious.

Generally speaking, most of the vampires commit homicides due to indiscriminate killing and over-hunting, but he has never encountered such a deliberate attempt to transform humans, but it is not for the purpose of multiplying offspring.

Even he, who grew up listening to the evil deeds of dark creatures, couldn't understand such behavior.

"Yeah, why did he do such a thing." Edgar lowered his head, with a contemptuous smile on his lips, "Who knows, maybe he has been driven crazy by the long years, and he can do things that he can't even do." It is also possible to understand things.”

Too long years, countless memories accumulated, even the most determined person will be driven crazy, not to mention that Ignatz can be regarded as the oldest bloodline.

He had lived through a longer period of time than he and many of Edgar's fellows, almost from the same era as his blood father.

"..." Antiago stared at him suspiciously, obviously not believing what he said.

"It's true." Just missing the most important part.

Even he had only glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of what was behind Ignatz's brutal experiments, far beyond what killing or lust could explain.

"I can't stay with you anymore." Antiago picked up the tightly bound Hangel, "my other accomplices are coming. We will investigate this man carefully and try to use the laws of human society Sentence him, and..."

Edgar did not keep him.

After all, Antiago is a demon hunter. Even if he is not hostile to dark creatures, his accomplices may not be.

"The last piece of advice." Even though he was hiding in the dark basement, Edgar still felt uncomfortable with some of the aura of the day, so he spoke in a lower voice, "Don't be curious about what happened ten years ago."

"What?" Antiago turned his head in confusion, "The thing about Daybreak?"

Edgar had stopped talking.

He closed his eyes like a cold sculpture.

"Thanks." Antiago waved his hand, "But the Hicks family may not necessarily listen to me. After all..." Thinking of something, he suddenly shut his mouth and didn't say a word.

At noon, Karl was lying on the bed, and the cool sunlight fell on the floor through the thin linen curtains.

During the period when the school was closed, he almost lived the same life as a vampire: he came out at night, slept at home during the day, and visited Todd at 39 Wiggerson Street at night.

The disorder of the biological clock caused him frequent headaches, and he would have many weird dreams even when he fell asleep in bed: in addition to the stone corridor and the strange creatures in the deep sea, he also had a dream about suffocation.

In the dream, he was tightly strangled by some kind of terrifying creature, and he could only breathe out but not in, and he was only one step away from death.

This dream was so real, so real that even when he woke up, he could recall that pair of red eyes shining cruelly and coldly were hands like iron tongs.He held those hands weakly, trying to break free, but let himself be strangled even more to death... After waking up, he found that he was already in tears, for some kind of unreal, indescribable sorrow.In that dream, he lost the most important thing, more important than life.

"A penny to old John," he said silently.

It was the moment when dawn was approaching, and he accompanied Todd, who fell into a coma, and heard his whispering words in his dream.

What kind of dream did he have?Even though Edgar had told him that vampires don't dream, he couldn't help but look forward to a miracle—the miracle called humanity.

I don't know how many hours he slept. When he opened his eyes, the sky light he had seen before had disappeared.

His first reaction was that it was getting dark, but when he took a closer look, he realized that the black feathers were overwhelmingly falling on his bed, almost burying his whole body in it.

Pure black, black feathers that do not reflect a little light, covered the bed and floor.But this abnormal scene didn't frighten him at all. He lay in it like a baby returning to his mother's womb, feeling endless peace and warmth.

There were little monsters resting on the window sill, they sang some out-of-key lullabies, as if they wanted to send him to a deeper and deeper sleep... A few seconds later, he opened his eyes again, and the gray-blue irises had spread into a The blue and black before the storm.

In yielding to the desire to be at peace in the moment, he felt another impulse.The urge came so fast, so fast, that he almost lost himself in it.

Go see Todd.

He had to go see Todd.

Such thoughts were abnormally strong, as if someone was screaming loudly in his ear with a trumpet.

He had to go to see Todd, and tonight, he had to go to see Todd—Todd, who had lost his family and his lover, and had only one friend left.

He waved the black feathers all over the bed, dressed quickly, and was ready to go out to find his friends.

Unlike the last time, these feathers were like salt soaked in water this time, they shattered into many fine ashes with a slight touch.

In the invisible darkness, in his shadow that was about to move, something finally broke free and enveloped the whole world.

The butterfly flapping its wings 50 years ago is finally going to set off a hurricane tonight.

"Wait for me, Todd."

He rushed out of the house and ran through the deserted streets.