"You don't really intend to keep him here."
Benjamin and Zach were sitting on the second floor of the warehouse while the Grandes were waiting for dinner. Alpha asked, sitting on a chair tilted forward and backward, looking at the vampire occupying his bed.
"Why not." Zach stared at the wooden beams on the roof of the warehouse, "This place should be his."
Snapped. With the chair under Benjamin's butt and his front legs on the ground, Alpha looked at the vampire seriously, "Are you serious?"
"Seriously." Zach turned his head and looked at Alpha, "Don't you see the look of old Hank? This is actually not our decision."
Alpha frowned, pursed his lips, and nodded.
When Vampire and Alpha first came to, or discovered, the Grand Funeral Home, were you curious
Of course, Anthony is indispensable here.
Here's the thing.
A ghost, a wolf, and a human being. The only human being, Anthony, has a legal identity. The vampire's medic was deceived by the Eyes of Charm. In order not to expose Toledo's whereabouts, he didn't even have an identity document. Zach, the medic, only existed in the minds of his colleagues who worked with him!
Benjamin's military identity was to replace an unlucky guy who died on the battlefield.
After the war, the identities of vampire and Alpha were naturally abandoned. With the simplicity of vampires and the eyes of charm again, Benjamin could just find a reason to die once and be done with it. The two foreigners who had no worries followed Antony, who was assigned to Barton, and came to this city by the sea.
Anthony's life trajectory is actually similar to that of Wes and James, both from the military to the police station. It was a wonderful time, much better than the shitty relationship Grande and James have now. Do you think Zach’s guidance to James on policing was arbitrary
No, Zach has the template, the same template he once had with Anthony. So Zach knows how to deal with the case as a human police officer if it has anything to do with aliens. How to really close the case!
Those early days not only brought Anthony to attention, but also completely cleared up Barton's alien environment. All aliens know that there are two powerful aliens coming to Barton, Alpha and Vampire!
Everyone still remembers Zach’s meeting with Anthony at the Port of Massa. What is called remembering the past? If the vampire and Alpha were not retained by Anthony, they would have boarded the departing ship and left this continent completely.
The turning point is at the end of this wonderful time.
Anthony began to get on the train that made his career develop rapidly. He met Aesela, a socialite from Barton's upper class. In love? Probably not, mutual utilization may be more accurate. Well, please accept this vague statement. This is the story of the Barton alien race, not the story of these two humans, and besides, we already know how it ends.
Anyway. Anthony began to move upward through Aesela's relationship. When Anthony began to gain some power, he began to give back. Anthony made a promise to the vampires and Alphas that he would make the city a place where they could live freely.
For this reason, in addition to starting to seize power from Aesela, Anthony also began to use the resources at hand to find a 'home' for his two friends, vampire and Alpha.
There are only two basic requirements for this 'home'. Suitable identity, secretive environment.
The funeral home run by two single old men is perfect. Then Antony swore an oath on his own human life. Vampires and Alphas are sure to be satisfied, just go take a look!
Therefore, the two aliens who were chatting in the warehouse at that time were standing outside the main entrance of the Grand House, watching the two old men arguing inside the door. While wiping the already very clean coffin.
Please slow down here.
Old Grande glanced at the people outside the door, "You old guy! Are you blind! Didn't you see the guests coming! Go... ahem..." He began to cough, and his rickety body lay on the coffin. , the side face was already red from suppressing it.
Old Hank quickly walked around from behind the coffin. Supporting Old Grande, he stared at the three people outside the door with his flushed face, Vampire, Alpha, and Banshee, and yelled, "Closed today! Leave quickly!"
Old Hank was punched, and Old Grande, whose face turned red, was holding his breath, "What the hell!" He continued to cough and waved his hands, "Come in, come in..."
The banshee, who was not even ten years old, hid behind the vampire, clutching the vampire's coat tightly, her whole body trembling.
The vampire patted the banshee on the head and asked softly, "What did you see?"
The banshee's suppressed red face was buried in the side of the vampire's legs, and wet water stains remained on the coat that the vampire bought at half price from Morelin. The vampire no longer forced himself, looked at Alpha, and asked with his eyes.
Alpha frowned before he could respond.
"Hey! Ahem..." The old man who made the banshee cry waved his hand inside, "Come in!"
The future owners of Grande stepped into their home for the first time.
Showroom, reception room, office. The vampire sat in a comfortable chair and looked at Old Grande behind his desk.
The old man's hands and feet were not convenient. He coughed and trembled with his thin arms as he rummaged for something in the drawer. Another old man, Old Hank, was very agile. He quickly brought water, took out a few small yellow plastic bottles from the drawer, and poured out a bunch of pills.
"I'm sorry, sorry for your loss..." Old Grand tried to be a qualified funeral home owner. He looked at the vampire with eyes red from coughing and filled with tears, wanting to say a word of comfort. if.
Don’t forget, this is a funeral home.
Old Hank, who was guarding Old Grande, frowned and looked at the three guests with fierce eyes, "Who is it!" He pressed Old Grande's back and kept trying to relieve Old Grande's extremely difficult breathing. Deshun was angry and asked in a vicious tone, "Who died!"
The vampire raised his hand and leaned it against his nose. He didn't need the banshee to see anything. The loss of life force made him uncomfortable. The vampire frowned and looked at Old Hank, not planning to speak for the time being.
They were just asked by Anthony to 'inspect'.
"Ahem...Hank!" The host pushed away the old man beside him. He reluctantly showed an ugly smile to the person across the desk with his wrinkled face, "Don't...leave him alone..." His trembling hands Pushing a document on the table, an apology appeared on his wrinkled face, "Sorry, I'm not in a good state... Ahem... Let's take our time..."
The vampire picked up the document and glanced at it. It was a description of the funeral details, from the age and gender of the deceased to the requirements of the ceremony.
The vampire put down the document and asked an irrelevant question, "Here." The vampire looked around, "Is it very busy?"
"What did you say?" The voice sounded like a bell, it was that agile old Hank.
The vampire continued to look around and asked expressionlessly, "Are you two old men the only ones here, without any helpers?"
Old Hank had already walked around the desk, and his thin but rough and broad hands grabbed the shoulders of the vampire's coat, "Get out! Get out!"
The vampire turned his face sideways, raised his hand and took Old Hank's hand, took it away, smoothed the wrinkles that had been grabbed, looked at Alpha who was sitting behind and holding the banshee, and asked again.
"Hank!" Old Grande behind the desk slapped the table, stood up with a blushing face, "Get out!"
Alpha seemed to be still hesitating. The vampire frowned and looked at the succubus huddled up in Alpha's arms, and asked another incomprehensible question, "How long does he have left?"
The banshee buried her face in Alpha's arms and held up three fingers.
"Year?" the vampire asked.
(The death seen by the Banshee is continuous, from the occurrence of the event that starts the death to the end of the death, which is described in the first volume. At this time, the old Grande was already ill, which eventually led to death, so Alice watched arrive.)
The banshee buried in Alpha's arms nodded.
Old Hank didn't obey Grand's master's instructions. He couldn't pull the people at the desk. Listening to their inexplicable conversation, he didn't know what emotions were triggered. He rushed to the back angrily and pulled Alpha!
Alpha frowned, protecting the trembling banshee, but his body didn't move at all.
"Hank!" Old Grande, who was behind the desk, waved his fist impatiently and staggered around the desk, holding on to the desk, as if to pull back the crazy old Hank.
Ignoring the actions of the two old men, the vampire was still waiting for Alpha's response, "Stay or leave." The vampire tilted his head, looking impatient, "This is a simple choice."
"Then why didn't you just choose?" Alpha looked past the two old men who were inexplicably quarreling with each other and looked at the vampire.
The vampire frowned, "I'm asking you. You have to answer."
"Then I'll ask you now." Alpha responded calmly, "You answer."
The vampire seemed helpless and shook his head, "I can't be like you..."
The voices of the two aliens who were talking calmly and the succubus who was already sobbing were drowned out by the quarrels in the office.
"Ahem..." The two old men, who were pulling and supporting each other, were entangled in the middle of the office, "You old guy! Ahem... besides driving people away... ahem... what else can you do!"
"Do you blame me!" Regardless of the volume or movement, every time the dominant guy pushes the opponent, he will involuntarily step forward to protect the opponent from falling. His resistance is confusing, "I'm not doing it all for you! !”
"For me?! Ahem... look here! Ahem! We are the only two old guys who are going to die... ahem... here!"
"You can't say that..."
The quarrel seems to have nothing to do with the three guests sitting here at this time.
"I just said...ahem...how about it! You did it! You old bastard! Ahem...you drove everyone away..."
The vampire stood up, his eyes turned red, and he shook his head at Alpha, "Go back first. These two old guys make me uncomfortable."
The vampire put his hands on the two skinny shoulders and pushed them away. "Go on and wipe the coffin. No one has been here." (...)