The vampire, alpha, and banshee holding a document in their hands once again stood at the door of the Grande Funeral Home. Surprisingly, the blue-gray door was closed tightly, and a sign out of business was erected at the door.
The vampire listened for a while and realized that there was one missing old man. Only one old man with noisy breathing was left on the second floor. He seemed to be resting in bed.
"Take a look around." The vampire glanced at Alpha, then bypassed the main entrance and entered Grande's backyard without the owner's permission.
The sky in early winter is a bit gloomy, and since this is a funeral home, anyone in such an occasion may feel a chill.
But not the three aliens. They came with a scrutinizing gaze.
Bypassing the 'L'-shaped main body of the building, (written before), the Grande basement is now divided into two parts. One is in the lower part of the exhibition hall, where the bodies are stored, and goes down through the door on the outside of the building. One part is in the office and the other On one side, directly down from the stairwell, is Zach's 'bedroom') The vampire was looking at the metal door on the side, "The basement." He nodded, "It's quite big, I can make do with it."
Alpha frowned, "Have you considered this place to be your home?"
The vampire curled his lips, "Then next time, you discuss it with Anthony and we'll see if you can tell something else."
Alpha started and stopped talking.
The wooden back porch was somewhat dilapidated, and it made a creaking sound under the trampling of the three aliens. It was obviously neglected to maintain. The back corridor extends along the building, with the showroom, living room, and office turning around a small door.
The vampire opened the door and looked inside. The stairs on the Internet led to the second floor. The side door in front of the stairs was closed. "Restaurant?" the vampire guessed. The door behind the stairwell was open, and you could see the side door of the office at an angle.
The vampire walked into the stairwell and pushed open the front door, and sure enough. A long wooden table is placed in the empty restaurant. There were only two pitiful chairs, and the TV cabinet in one corner was closed and filled with clutter.
Continue to push open a door behind the restaurant, which is the kitchen. A small free corner on the large countertop in the center was used. The stove and oven seemed to be rarely used, and the stains on them were not dealt with at all. Alpha casually pulled out the cupboard. Two bowls and two plates.
The vampire frowned and looked up at the ceiling. Through the top wall, there are many rooms on the second floor. Except for the master who is lying down and resting in the master bedroom, the other rooms are empty.
This funeral home seemed to be built according to the specifications of a group of people, but everything I felt before me showed that the two strange old men I saw last time were the only two people left. The atmosphere of decay and twilight enveloped this place.
Alpha tutted. He had already walked to the kitchen window and looked at the backyard. "Go and have a look in the back." Alpha didn't like this atmosphere of decline.
The vampire tilted his head. The succubus, who was looking around the kitchen with wide eyes, followed Alpha. The vampire noticed that the little banshee's steps were a little slow, and lowered his head and asked. "What's wrong?"
"What a big kitchen." The banshee replied timidly, "It's so big..."
The vampire smiled helplessly. Speaking of which, this is a very sad thing. The little succubus who wanders on the street does not dream of witchcraft or not seeing other people's life and death. She dreams of owning a kitchen. Because the kitchen is where food is made, with a kitchen, there is no need to look for food in the trash can...
After walking through the dining room and the stairwell again, three aliens stood on the back porch.
"There." Alpha walked towards the rear of the short side of the 'L' shape, the domed barn-shaped building. The door is locked.
Snapped!
Alpha pulled off the chain on the door handle with a little force, pulled the handle, and pushed it inward. Amidst the elongated squeaking sound, a tall car butt appeared first.
The two aliens were stunned. At first glance, they thought there was a cargo armored vehicle that was common on the battlefield parked here. There is no camouflage or mesh, but the gray heaviness is unmistakable.
Alpha pulled the corner of his mouth and knocked on the cargo compartment door, bang, bang! Staring at the logo on the bottom of the car, he asked, "What the hell is Hermann?"
"Learn more knowledge." The vampire smiled and looked at the truck that felt inexplicably familiar. He was too lazy to teach Alpha a lesson. If Alpha listened carefully to Anthony's talk about Barton, he would not ask such questions.
Walking around the car, there seemed to be a workshop behind the thick pillars. Around the half-finished coffin, haystacks, stones, sundries and various tools were piled up in a messy manner. The door to the south was pushed open, and cut wood and boards were piled under the large canopy.
Alpha twitched the corners of his mouth and looked up and down, "What a waste."
"What?" The vampire raised his eyebrows, not understanding what Alpha meant.
"The top can be raised higher to create a second floor." Alpha pointed around, "This can be tidied up to make more space..."
The vampire looked at Alpha's casual pointing and curled his lips, "Now, who considers this place their home."
Alpha ignored the vampire's sarcasm, "We already have all the materials here, they shouldn't be wasted."
"Ahem..." An old cough came from the door.
The succubus had hid behind the vampire.
On the morning of early winter, the old man wrapped in a blanket supported the body of the truck and slowly walked around to the three unfamiliar people. "You..." He bent his waist and said calmly, "Yes, who are they?" Of course, he Won't remember these three ever being here.
Old Grande tilted his head and looked at the broken chain at the door. His wrinkled face seemed to be wrinkled. He wanted to show a questioning tone, but was interrupted by a cough and a sigh.
The vampire looked at Alpha, then at the Banshee, and the two aliens also looked at the vampire. Well, the vampire received the message, pulled his head, lifted the document in his hand, and spread it out.
"Javier Grande." The vampire read the name on the document.
Amidst the violent coughing, Old Grand tried his best to keep his gaze on the unfamiliar person who called out his name. Think about what you would think if a stranger pulled out a document and read your name. So Old Grande might want to question what the other person was holding.
But there was nothing surprising about the question he wanted to express. Fractured by coughs and forced breaths, he conveyed nothing but his eyes.
No, he didn't even look at her, his vision was filled with red.
"Father." The vampire's mouth curved and he looked at the old man in front of him with a smile. "We finally found you."
The vampire pulled Alpha, who was expressionless, and said, "It's Zachary and Benjamin." The vampire used a little force before pushing Alpha towards Old Grand, "We are your sons, father."
It wasn't like he gave up breathing or anything else. Old Grande's noisy breathing and coughing disappeared, and he stared at the person walking towards him. Opened his mouth.
"Me, my son?"
"Yes." The vampire closed the document in his hand. Although the Grande Funeral Home used the Grande surname, there were actually two owners. In addition to the old Grande in front of him, there was also an old Hank. They are all single old men, and they are all suitable candidates.
But for vampires and alphas, it makes no difference. Zachary Grande, Zachary Hank. Just pick one. The person in front of me just happened to appear here, so let’s be Grande.
"You, you..." Old Grande stretched out his hand tremblingly and was caught by Alpha, "You. Are you Lidia's children?"
Who is Lidia? Is it important
The vampire raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't need to do anything else. The other person's brain seemed to have done all the work on its own. Well, unexpectedly simple.
"I, my son..." Old Grande raised his hand. He seemed to want to touch their faces.
"Let us enter the house." The vampire smiled and pushed away the old man's hand. "We have a lot to say to father."
This is real. Identity comes with a complete story. The vampire needs to make this story true and implant it into the other person's mind. When the vampire and Alpha officially put on the Grande surname and officially change their identities, the old man in front of them will be who they will be from now on. Proof of identity from scratch.
The vampire patiently waited for the old man to walk towards the Grand House. Vampires don't like old men. Those blood that is sticky and weak and heading towards death is like expired milk to us ordinary people. It won't cause any actual harm to our bodies, but it will make people uncomfortable.
The vampire looked at the old man being supported by Alpha, with some hope that it might be better if it was another old man. By the way, where did that guy go
The inexplicably distracted vampire heard the sound of the engine coming from far away. An agile old man jumped out of the car and ran towards the three people who were already walking towards the back porch, shouting.
"Why are you here again! Are you blind? You can't see that the business is going out of business..."
The vampire raised an eyebrow in surprise. He looked at the old man running over with eyes wide open, Hank, "Do you remember us?"
Hank frowned, glared at the surprised vampire, and then shifted his gaze.
He grabbed the plastic belt filled with pills in yellow vials and pulled Old Grande over, "Go and take the medicine! Go! Go!"
"Hank! Hank! Ahem..." Old Grande grabbed Hank's hand excitedly, "You won't believe... He, they are, Lidia's son! My son! Ahem..." …”
Old Hank stared in surprise at Old Grande, who was holding his arm and shaking him desperately. There was so much emotion in his complicated eyes.
After a moment's pause, Old Hank frowned, "No way! They are not the same!" He glared at the vampire, "The guy with red eyes! Get out of here! Get out of his mind!"
The vampire opened his mouth, and things took an unknown direction. Oh, I'm not talking about the vampire being exposed.
Old Grande seemed to have used all his strength to push Old Hank away, "What are you doing! You are driving someone away again! Ahem... Are you driving my son away again! You damn old thing !go away!"
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We all know what the ending is, no one 'gets out', everyone stays in this family. (..)