Twilight Scarlet

Then as the door slowly opened, Marcus's beautiful and cold ruby-like eyes appeared in front of Qiao Zhen.He could even see the dark storm brewing in Marcus' scarlet eyes.There seemed to be a touch of blood on the pale and delicate face that was as perfect as a marble statue, and as his eyes wandered, there seemed to be a trace of metal-like cold color flashing in the corner of his eyes.He just stood quietly in front of the fiery red carved wood door, his perfect handsome face formed a strong contrast with the door in those eyes.Elegant and decent as if attending a dinner party, wrapped in a perfectly tailored black suit, with gorgeous dark curly hair, Marcus is as stunning as a deadly and gorgeous dahlia.The moment he saw Qiao Zhen again, Marcus raised the corners of his lips slightly, and suddenly pulled out an extremely gorgeous smile - revealing two pale and sharp canine teeth... According to death expert Elizabeth According to Kubler-Ross, there are five different stages of grief that people go through when they are near death or experiencing a catastrophic loss.People deny it first—because the loss is unimaginable, and humans cannot admit that it is actually happening right before their eyes.And then they get angry -- angry at everyone else, angry at the survivors, angry at themselves.Then people started negotiating - human beings started thinking about gods or gods that didn't exist or never seen or prayed, people started begging these things to give them back the people they loved most, willing to give anything for it, even if they don't hesitate In exchange for his own soul, to extend his life by just one day.But when the negotiations fail and the anger is hard to vent, people start to get frustrated and desperate—until finally people have to admit that they have done everything they can to redeem, and they let it happen.After going with the flow, the last thing is to accept—to accept reality in helpless despair.

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"Dr. Qiao Zhen is dead! Oh, God, that shot was Dr. Qiao Zhen!!" A screaming telephone rang suddenly in the deadly silent corridor of the hospital, and then Britt's ears received a panicked sound. young voice.Suddenly, Richard saw that the hands of the man who had been able to stay in the operating room for more than ten hours without changing his expression turned pale, and they trembled, even though the white microphone fell on the ground. on the ground.

"Damn it, Dr. Britt, what did they say?!"

In fact, in such a quiet situation, everyone in the operating room could hear clearly—the desperate, frustrated screams coming from the receiver.And when Richard asked this, it was just a conditioned reflex denying the facts he had heard.

"...This is not true" Britt suddenly overturned the surgical instruments on the operating table, he looked at his hands in a daze, and said in a low voice. "It's not true... Ten minutes ago, I just held his hand... He was still talking to me... No..."

"Doctor Britt! Don't do this." The psychiatrist, who was covering his abdomen with one hand, moved suddenly and whispered.

"No, Qiao Zhen is still alive, Qiao Zhen must be alive! I'm going to save her!"

"No, you can't go there, Dr. Britt. Listen, if Director Volturi can't save him, then nobody can. You'll get killed by that psycho! And I, no I will allow such a thing to happen. You want to go, unless you step over my dead body." The psychiatrist didn't know where the strength came from, and he dragged his two limp legs little by little to the door, and he blocked it. The bloodless man on the facade said firmly.

"..." For the first time, Britt stared at the man in front of him with eyes as sharp as a knife.There was a frantic, fragile light in his deep blue eyes.

"..." The psychiatrist panted heavily, trying to support his limp lower body, and firmly blocked the door of the operating room.

This seemed to be a silent contest, neither of the two had the desire to give in, and a minute that was almost frozen passed like this.Suddenly, "Damn it, get out of the way! Qiao Zhen will hold on!" Britt panted quickly, pulled the psychiatrist's thin and pale body, and threw it far away.

"No!" The psychiatrist was thrown against the wall like a rag, and slammed against the pillar beside him.He suddenly let out a doctor's desperate scream.

"..."

"...I love him. You know, I really love him. Although I don't like being so nasty, I can't let him die in front of me. Now... I know, whether it's marriage or elopement , as long as he lives well...I have nothing else to ask for...but there is only one thing...if he dies, I will die too. So, I saved not him, but myself."

"..."

"I chose him, I identified him... I know what I want - I need him to live well. In any corner, as long as he lives well."

"No..." The psychiatrist murmured desperately and weakly from the back of the corridor. "You'll be shot by him...don't go..."

"..." However, what responded to him was the sound of hurried and panicked footsteps fading away.

I don't know if it's because of excessive blood loss, Qiao Zhen just felt that everything seemed to be in slow motion, the scream of the man behind him, and the parabola of the bright red carotid blood ejected from behind, it was completely different from the senses. It stimulated Qiao Zhen.He was dazed for a moment, and then he saw the hot, salty liquid mixed with huge moisture scattered on his face, neck, chest and front of his body, adding a dazzling color to the snow-white uniform.

All this seems to be in a flash, and it seems to be as long as a century.Then followed by a sharp pain in the waist.Qiao Zhen opened her mouth hollowly, and cursed with a smile: "..." Fool, don't you know that after the spinal cord is torn, the human body will clenched fingers reflexively?He blinked hard.But found that he could no longer make a sound.All that was left was the whistling wind in his ears and Marcus's usual calm and elegant delicacy, followed by powerful anger and rare panic.What followed was that the whole sky darkened before his eyes.

Qiao Zhen clearly remembered that when she was five years old, she took the enlightenment book and learned to read those difficult and obscure words in the corridor outside the operating room.Then I watched them play cards in the mortuary of the hospital without fear, and often secretly painted my mother's case with colored pencils in the color I thought looked good.

Hospital - the term, has long been integrated into Qiao Zhen's blood, bone marrow, and soul.This is the place where he pursued his lifelong dream, the place he yearns for the most, and the place where he first met the true meaning in his life.His classroom, his laboratory, his art classroom, his home, his safe haven, his soul sustenance, his paradise... He passionately loves the moment he stands on the operating table.No, maybe it was... because he's dead.

"KissMe, ChooseMe, LoveMeandChangeMe..." He heard his own voice sound vague, as if he was about to leave at any moment, and he knew that if he didn't hurry up, both he and Marcus would regret it.

"..."

In fact, Qiao Zhen is losing consciousness little by little now. He clearly feels that apart from the pain in his arm, he can only feel his body going cold for a while, and then there is a warm liquid wrapping him behind him at an alarming speed. His body was intertwined with coldness and heat, he could feel it soaking the gown under him, and he could even hear the sound of it dripping on the wooden floor.It smelled like it had smelled so many times before—damp, fishy, ​​and scalding.Qiao Zhen realized that this is the time, only one kiss of death can make this end quickly, and this is all his wish now.

As if at the bottom of the water, Qiao Zhen heard the last roar of her most beloved predator.His vision gradually changed to form various hallucinations, and now he has turned into a long tunnel, and Qiao Zhen vaguely felt that at the other end of the tunnel, the black and elegant figure of his lover was rushing towards him.He exhausted his last bit of strength and instinctively wanted to run to his Marcus, but he felt that he could not use his strength, as if he was floating in the sea, his limbs were so cold, stiff and heavy that he couldn't move at all.Qiao Zhen seemed to feel that he was beginning to fall into a hallucination. He dreamed that he was floating and sinking into the endless dark bottom.

At this moment, suddenly he heard a voice - a beautiful, deep, wild, exhilarating, powerful roar.Then he was pulled back by a sharp pain in his neck, almost back to the surface.But his consciousness was still slackened, and he couldn't make himself open his eyes.Suddenly a burning sensation brought him back to reality, and he felt a piercing pain in his body.He wanted to struggle, he tried to curl himself up, but the sharp pain became more and more intense, this pain was stronger than any other pain.Intense enough that it could barely control the want to end the life it got again.

"Ma... Si..." Qiao Zhen pursed his lips tightly and roared, but his voice was so heavy and slow.He couldn't even understand what he was saying, and all he blurted out were broken words.

"Qiao Zhen! Hold on, you'll be fine soon..." The voice was obviously comforting and imperceptibly panicked.

"Marcus..." Qiao Zhen tried again, this time much more complete than before.

"Yes, I'm here."

"You never told me that transformation is such a fucking pain..." Qiao Zhen said through gritted teeth suddenly, then opened a mouthful of snow-white teeth and bit deeply on his lover's finger, he murmured in pain.

"I know, I know, it's my fault." If one ignored the unmistakable tension in the voice, Qiao Zhen would think he was joking.

"It's hot...and it hurts..." Qiao Zhen screamed with all his strength, like a dehydrated fish, but miraculously, the wound on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, repairing... Gradually, until only There was a piece of white and flawless skin... But the burning pain continued, and Qiao Zhen could hardly let herself stay in the deepest part of her consciousness and endure the annoying torment.The pain finally let him leave the last bit of darkness, and Qiao Zhen's big black eyes opened tremblingly.His eyes were still blank, he looked at his lover in front of him uncertainly, he searched the white area in front of him randomly, and suddenly a cold palm blocked his sight.

"Shh, it'll be fine soon."

"You should...damn...tell me..." Qiao Zhen spoke intermittently with trembling lips.His pale face showed that he was enduring unusual pain.

"My fault."

"It says in the book... switching is very romantic... you should just... sleep with me..." Qiao Zhen panted heavily, his face was full of pain, and his fair forehead was covered with a thin scar. There was a layer of sweat, and the sides of the temples were already soaked in cold sweat.

"Don't give up, it's close... Please, don't give up. Stay with me."

"..." Qiao Zhen nodded weakly. He knew that if he gave up, what awaited him would be the end of no one, no matter how expensive.

Marcus watched him cautiously with scarlet eyes, and the uneasiness in his eyes was quickly replaced by blazing ecstasy.His jaw tightened.Qiao Zhen felt his cold and strong fingers land on her burning neck, and pressed it.Then, he bowed his head towards Qiao Zhen's neck, and his cold lips pressed against the skin of Qiao Zhen's neck.

"It's...it's all my...fault." After that, Marcus's long teeth pierced his lover's carotid artery without hesitation.

"Ahhhhhh..." The pain became more intense.Qiao Zhen roared, screamed, twisted and struggled, his body slammed into Marcus's arms violently, making a dull and thick muffled sound, he wanted to break free from the icy shackles that caused him so much pain, but , Qiao Zhen, who is still half human, is no match for the blood race who has lived for 3000 years. Marcus dragged him back forcefully.Then Qiao Zhen heard the gorgeous and elegant voice of Marcus, who was talking about something... But Qiao Zhen was too painful to hear those words.But he knew that Marcus was trying to calm himself down.Something heavy pressed his legs to the floor, and his upper body was clamped by those steel-like arms, unable to move at all.

I don't know how long it took... Slowly, Qiao Zhen's struggle gradually became smaller, and he seemed to calm down gradually. Qiao Zhen could feel his body becoming lighter and lighter, and the intense, painful flames slowly faded away. faded, concentrating on a smaller spot—his neck.Qiao Zhen felt that as the pain gradually disappeared, his consciousness gradually weakened due to exhaustion.But immediately, Marcus seemed to sense something, and the bloody breath pressed against Qiao Zhen's lips and teeth again.

"Don't leave me, stay with me!" Marcus hissed, he was afraid that Qiao Zhen would faint again, afraid that he would lose him in the dark.

"...I love you...Marcus."

"Yes, I love you too."

"…I know."

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