When I walked along the ancient road and came to the old castle, it was completely dark. The stars in the night sky were dotted, the moon was like a hook, and the castle looked even more weird under the silver light.
"Who makes it possible that its owner has always been a vampire!" Thinking like this, I pushed open the courtyard door, which was never locked, and walked towards the blood roses in the backyard.
"Mom, I found Brother Saint Grad. Maybe you don't know his name, but I think you will never forget your little Duke! It's him. He is now the great elder of the Camarilla. He will take good care of and protect me from now on, don't worry!" I stood silently in front of the bloody roses and said in my heart.
The blood roses in the night are even more red with dewdrops, as alluring as the blood flowing out. I just stood there quietly, like a wax figure, with no movements, no sounds, and no changes in expression. All I had was my still beating heart that no one could see clearly.
"Sorry to bother you!" A gentle-sounding voice suddenly said from behind.
"Me?" I asked without looking back.
"Not bad," he replied.
"What's the matter?" I asked coldly. Because I don’t want to talk too much to him, because I already know who he is behind me. It’s dark in the night, in the wilderness, and there is no sound at all when walking. Unless he is a vampire, I really want to There is no second possibility.
"I would like to ask, why is the color of this rose so bright, and the ones next to it are obviously the same type but so different, almost worlds apart?" It seems that like me, he is also admiring it. Holding this vampire flower.
"Why should I tell you?" I didn't intend to answer his question, so I asked instead.
"Since the young lady doesn't want to tell you, then forget it." He said helplessly. There was no movement after that. I think he must have left! And I continued to stand like that for a while before I planned to leave. But when I walked through the door of the hall, a ray of light suddenly shot out of the dark hall.
"Who could come here and turn on the chandelier?" I was very curious. In the past few decades, no one had walked in here.
"Is it the vampire just now?" But I immediately denied myself. A vampire shouldn't turn on the lights when he breaks into someone else's house! So I pushed open the door of the hall out of curiosity, and saw that the large chandelier in the hall was fully open. Under the chandelier stood a man with his back to me. Looking at his back, I was sure he was a stranger. And he was obsessively admiring the giant abstract oil painting hanging on the wall in the square of the hall. As for whether he was the person who just talked to me in the backyard, I had no way of knowing.
Speaking of that oil painting, I don’t know much about it. I don’t know its author, its origin, or the thoughts it wants to express. The only thing that can be seen from the surface is that it is an abstract painting composed of various lines and shapes composed of red and black colors.
"Who are you?" I asked coldly as I stood at the door of the hall. I was not angry because a stranger broke into my home without permission. Maybe it was because I no longer considered it my home!
"Sorry, I walked here along the ancient road accidentally. I didn't expect that there would be such an out-of-this-world castle here. I saw that the door was unlocked, so out of curiosity, I opened the door and walked in without permission." He said Bian turned to me and apologized, but his answer did not tell me his identity.
"A male aunt in kindergarten, or a teacher in elementary school?" I couldn't help but ask when I saw him wearing glasses and looking gentle and gentle.
"Why do you ask, Miss?" He smiled slightly and asked in confusion.
"Anyone who looks like you will ask the same question as me." I answered coldly and walked in. When I walked past him, I turned around and walked to the kitchen nearby. And he was still standing there, thinking blankly, maybe thinking that there was something about his face that looked like an aunt, or a teacher!
"Are you the one who asked me the question just now?" I asked while boiling water in the kitchen.
"Yes! Now are you going to tell me the reason why those roses turned red?" he said in the hall.
"Looking at the white roses under the moonlight, you will feel that they are as pure as angels. But when you face the blood roses, you will find that they are actually the same kind, just different colors, but angels and devils are only It's just the same kind with different colors." I said coldly to myself, but my voice was not loud enough for him to hear clearly.
"So you planted both angels and devils in the yard!" he sighed.
"You can think so." I didn't object. It’s just that if I can really plant angels and devils in my yard, then this human world will really only have humans. I just don’t know if that kind of human world is what people really want. In fact, in my opinion, it’s too Many people never know what they really want.
"Black tea, or green tea?" I asked as the water boiled.
"Maybe it's the same to you!" But before he could answer, I said.
"In that case, there's no need to bother, I'm just as good as you, Miss!" He replied politely.
"Please drink tea and have a seat." I brought the tea to the sofa in the living room, and he followed me, so I gave him a cup of tea and said.
"Thank you, miss!" He took the tea cup, thanked me politely and sat down opposite me.
"Who are you?" I took a sip of tea and stared into his eyes coldly and asked again.
"Vampire, didn't you already know this?" he replied calmly.
"I'm asking what your name is?" I asked clearly.
"Call me Sal." He smiled and said.
"Then Sal, why did you come here? Don't tell me that you walked on the ancient road and got here, or that you got lost or were looking for someone. Forget it, the name is fake, but I don't want to hear these boring lies anymore. Reason?" I continued to ask coldly.
"I just felt that you are not an ordinary little girl, and now I am even more sure. Not to mention your calmness in the face of vampires, your intimidating aura alone makes people feel as if you are talking to me. The master speaks." He still said so gently, as if this was the only expression on his face.
"Whether you are praising me or belittling me, if you are praising me, then I will accept it." I took another sip of tea and said.
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"But why can't I really be lost or looking for someone?" He returned to the original question.
"Lost, hum! There is only one way, just go back. As for looking for someone! I am the only one living here, and I don't know you, so you can't be here to find me, then you are Who are you looking for?" I explained clearly.
"Miss, you are really smart!" He praised, and then explained, "Actually, I just heard that a very important person of mine died not long ago, so I was a little confused and wandered around, and here comes the result. Here. What I said this time is completely true, not a single lie." Finally, he promised. Judging from his expression, he should be telling the truth, but is his expression genuine
"Actually, why you came here doesn't mean much to me." Then I said it calmly, as if I was playing tricks on him from beginning to end, but he didn't look angry at all, he was just tired. It is no longer just a simple expression like it was at the beginning.
"Miss, I have a question that I'm very curious about. I wonder if I can ask you?" He just took a sip of tea and asked.
"Okay." I said coldly, then lowered my head and started drinking tea.
"Since the young lady knows that I am a vampire, it doesn't matter if she is not afraid of me, but she still invites me to tea. This is something I really can't understand." He pointed out his doubts.
"Are you just curious about me inviting you to tea?" I asked.
"Of course it's not just this. For example, if you're not afraid of me, it's enough to make me curious." He denied.
"Then why don't you want to know the reason?" I asked coldly.
"I think so! It's just that I was afraid that the lady wouldn't tell me, so I didn't ask." He replied matter-of-factly.
"I can give you a little reminder, but you have to tell me first. Why should I be afraid of you?" I said again.
"Isn't it common sense that humans are afraid of vampires?" he replied.
"This is good common sense, but how can you be sure that I am a human being?" I looked at his gentle face as a primary school teacher and smiled coldly.
"Although your clothes look more like a vampire than a human, I can't feel the smell on you that every vampire should have, that is, the smell of blood condensed on every inch of your body from sucking blood for a long time." He Very clearly explained.
"Hmph! Really! What if I never, or only rarely, suck blood?" I asked with a curious look on my face. To be honest, I have a shape and appearance that no one can see clearly. I really don’t know whether it’s good or bad, whether I should be happy or sad.
"This is impossible. As a vampire, if you don't become a vampire for a long time, you won't be able to survive at all, and the pain caused by this will be unbearable." He replied seriously.
"Then treat me as a human being!" I said lightly and perfunctorily.
"Can I ask, how should I call you Miss? I don't want to be called Miss like this all the time." He suddenly changed the topic.
"Now I am Jing'er!" Looking at everything familiar in front of me, I can still feel my father's figure walking back and forth in the hall, and I can also hear my father calling me to eat, "Jing'er!"
"Jing'er, a human name!" His mind was spinning really fast. Then the two of us sat facing each other quietly drinking tea, waiting, waiting for someone to speak, and waiting for the passage of time.
"By the way, I have been admiring the painting on the wall just now. Jing'er, do you know who its author is?" He broke the calm first.
"I don't know, maybe it's a vampire!" I made a random guess.
"Since you don't know, then why do you guess it was painted by a vampire?" He asked in confusion.
"The first is because of its color, red and black. Aren't these the two colors that vampires come into contact with the most?" I explained first.
"Interesting!" he sighed and asked, "What about second place?"
"Second, is it because the owner here is a vampire?" I said calmly.
"Didn't you say that you are the only one living here? Why did you say that the owner here is a vampire? Are you really a vampire?" He looked surprised, as if he didn't believe the possibility he heard. .
"You don't have to be so surprised. When I say owner, I mean the real owner of this castle, and I'm just its current occupant." Although I said that, everyone knows that now I am the real owner of this castle. The master, and I am indeed a real vampire, more real than Lisa and Sinmo.
"Who is the real owner?" he asked hurriedly, as if waiting for me to say that person's name.
"Count Dracula, I think you should have heard of this name!" I asked calmly.
"Of course I've heard of it. He used to be my good friend. Where is he now?" He suddenly became happy, as if he could meet his friend soon.
"I don't know. My mother told me that he disappeared before I was born!" I answered truthfully.
"Really!" He responded softly, and the happiness on his face suddenly dimmed.
"It seems that you lost two important people today!" I sighed.
"That's right! You said your mother told you, but where is your mother?" He asked again.
"Gone, disappeared, or died, you can use whatever words you like to modify it." I replied nonchalantly.
"Sorry to bring up your sadness, but is your mother really a vampire?" He looked apologetic at first, but immediately became curious.
"Yes, for vampires, there is nothing to hide." I admitted.
"So you are a pure noble?" He asked step by step.
"Isn't this an obvious fact?" I asked casually.
"So you haven't woken up yet?" He chased after her.
"What do you think?" I asked meaningfully.
"Now I finally know why you are not afraid of me. It turns out that you are also a vampire!" He sighed with sudden realization.
"Do you think so?" I asked half-heartedly, because he was completely wrong to think so. In fact, people are afraid of vampires, not because of their title, but because they are much more powerful than themselves. Strength, in front of him, he was like a small insect that couldn't withstand a gentle pinch. So, if I were a vampire, although I might be closer to him in terms of strength, would I not have to be afraid of him
"However, I still feel that it's not that simple." It seems that the intelligence written on his face is not fake at all.
"Simple or not, different people have different opinions." I said vaguely.
"That's right, but do you always invite people to tea when you meet a vampire?" He suddenly asked with a smile.
"Do you think vampires are like summer bugs, everywhere and can be encountered at any time?" I retorted coldly.
"The same goes for this. Vampires are the rarest creatures in the world." He said.
"But I really meet many people, but not everyone is lucky enough to let me make him tea." I suddenly denied my argument.
"Do all girls talk like this? In one sentence, in reverse." He asked curiously with a smile.
"Huh, maybe, maybe not." I replied calmly.
"I feel like talking to you is like talking to God. The reality and reality, the depth and the shallowness, always make you confused." He shook his head and complained.
"I'm telling the truth." I promised.
"So, you really must have met a lot of vampires, except of course your relatives." He confirmed.
"It's not that many, I should have gotten along with about three or two of them!" I said casually.
"So you are no longer so afraid when facing vampires?" He said and returned to the previous question, which shows that he is an extremely thoughtful person.
"Maybe, but I was never afraid when I saw them for the first time." I overturned his conclusion again.
"What a pity!" He suddenly sighed in a strange way, completely unable to connect with my previous conversation.
"What's the pity?" I had to ask.
"It's a pity that you are not a real vampire yet, and you don't know how to live with blood." He said with a look of helplessness.
"What does it matter if I am bloodthirsty now?" I asked disdainfully, because in my opinion, bloodthirsty is not a good thing. Even if blood brings you strength, even if you can become a powerful vampire because of it, How about it, isn't it sometimes worse than a helpless human being
"Then I will take you away today." He said with a silly smile at me.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked confused.
"Where? Of course it's my home. I want you to stay with me all the time and make me tea." He raised the teacup in his hand and smiled softly.
"Humans can't go?" Although I didn't want to go, I still wanted to ask clearly what was wrong with humans in his eyes.
"No, humans can't survive in my family at all." His expression told me that what he said was the truth.
"Hmph! Then just turn me into a vampire!" I suggested with a cold smile.
"No! This... I can't do this!" He said sincerely.
"I don't think this is difficult for you!" I said suddenly and arrogantly.
"Because I now find that I like you very much, your tone, your character, your courage to ignore everything. But the more I like you, the less I can bring myself to hurt you." His eyes were straight. He looked at me and replied, as if he wanted me to see sincerity in his eyes.
"Like it?" I said with great disdain.
"Of course!" he confirmed.
"Can a vampire still have such luxurious feelings?" I stared back at him with cold eyes, not showing any embarrassment at all.
"Compared to me, it seems like you are a vampire who has been around for thousands of years!" He sighed with a smile. At this moment, I heard the sound of a car engine outside the door getting closer and closer, as if I was almost in front of the castle.
"It seems you have guests coming. Do you need me to avoid them, so as not to scare them?" He stood up and planned to avoid them.
"No need, there is no chance that my guests will be frightened by a vampire who looks like a teacher." I stopped him. So he sat back again and continued to drink the cold cup of tea in his hand, but I think it was all the same to him, hot or cold, sweet or sour.
"That's because you don't understand me yet!" He sighed with an evil smile. But I ignored his sigh at all. I got up and went to the kitchen to take out the bottle of hot water. First, I refilled a cup of steaming tea for myself. When I refilled his tea, I saw Lao Chen in a hurry. He opened the door and ran in.
"Miss, it turns out you really are here! The master is worried to death and is looking for you everywhere!" Old Chen said before he even had time to catch his breath.
"There's nothing to worry about. I just came back to this house to have a look." I replied calmly.
"Come on, Lao Chen, please sit down and drink a cup of tea first, and take a breath before talking." I poured another cup of tea for Lao Chen, handed it to him who walked up to me and said.
"Thank you, Miss, but how could Miss come to such a far place alone in such a dark night? What should I do if she encounters any danger!" Old Granny Chen got up, but she didn't even notice Sal's presence at all.
"If anything happens, I will protect her." Sal said first.
"Who are you?" Lao Chen discovered his presence at this moment and asked curiously.
"I am a friend that your lady just met." He said affectionately.
"Really? Miss." Lao Chen turned around and asked with some suspicion.
"So be it!" Originally, I wanted to say that we had only known each other for two or three hours and were not friends at all. Even the name he gave us was fake. But I was afraid that Lao Chen would be worried about this, so I had to do it perfunctorily to avoid causing trouble.
"Jing'er, you really need to be here!" At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, and Sinmo was already standing in the center of the hall.
"That's it for today. I have to go home. My dad has come to pick me up in person!" I said to him with a cold smile.
"Please! But I hope we'll see you later." He stood up politely and said.
"Who is he?" Sinmo asked curiously.
"He said his name is Sal." I replied calmly and stood up. I was about to lift my feet to walk, but there was a sharp pain in the back of my feet. I couldn't stand firm for a moment and almost fell down. Fortunately, he hurriedly stretched out his hand. A helping hand, holding me up.
"What's wrong?" he asked with concern on his face.
"Jinger, are you injured?" Sinmo also came to my side and asked nervously.
"It's just a bruise on my foot." When I looked down, I found that the heels of both feet were bruised, and there was a large area of blood.
"Come on, let me carry you to the car! It's better not to move around when you're like this." Sinmo picked me up and said. And I didn't refuse. He is my father now, so it's not a big deal. Even before, he always hugged me! Anyway, it feels good to be hugged.
"Farewell!" Sinmo hugged me and said to Sal.
"Please!" Thrall stepped aside.
"I don't think we will see each other again. I have no interest in a vampire who looks like a teacher, no! It should be said that I have no interest in vampires." I finally told him while in Sinmo's arms.
"But I am very interested in you, miss, so I think we will see each other one day." After hearing what I said, he replied politely.
After hearing his answer, I had nothing to say. He could think whatever he wanted, and it had nothing to do with me anyway. In this way, I was carried into the car by Sinmo, and then Lao Chen drove us out of the castle and away from the guy whose pseudonym was Sal. (To be continued)