The night wind blew through the wilderness, and the green grass that had just emerged from the soil was trembling under the night. The low hum of beasts was accompanied by the clicking sound of bones. The brown-black fur stretched and shortened strangely, and the muscles on his back writhed and rolled under the skin. That was Benjamin suppressing his wolf nature.
In the distance, under the starlight, the fair skin glowed with silver, making people couldn't help but make a shuddering sucking sound. The rustling sound of limbs rubbing against the ground added a hint of chill to the night.
"What are you doing!" A beam of flashlight light shone from the direction of the Grand House. Old Hank hunched over and walked towards this side. The beam of light in his hand flashed across the bodies of the two juniors: "You have to give up. Rand House'!"
"Zachary!" Old Hank was only wearing a single shirt, his feet were bare, his chest was rising and falling rapidly, and there were blood stains on his skinny arms from being strangled by ropes, "Stop!"
Under the stars, the arched and gleaming back suddenly froze! Zach held down the arm of the person beneath him and moved forward, covering his chin covered with blood, and his dark red eyes began to fade. He slowly turned his head, and the flashlight beam stopped on his face.
"Han, Hank." Zach wiped his lips with his arm, facing the light, he squinted and could only see the outline of old Hank, "I'm sorry."
The light of the flashlight shifted, and Old Hank walked to the other side, his steps staggering and hasty, "Benjamin! Don't give up on yourself..."
Zach turned back and looked at the man below him, whose eyes were blurred, and a weak breath came from his slightly opened mouth. Zach leaned into his ear, "You're lucky."
After returning to the Grand House and settling the two intruders, Zach noticed the injuries on Old Hank's body. His limbs were covered with bloodstains and bruises caused by struggling under the rope. The vampire took out the cup, bit his own wrist, and handed the blood that could cure all injuries to the old man. The old man pushed away Zach's kindness and returned to his room silently.
I remember I had, it was a strange old man.
Benjamin's condition was not good. His clothes had long been torn apart from his Alpha skin, and the red blood was mixed with sweat, mixed in with his thick body hair. Jin, who appeared in the image of James, wore gloves and pulled out the metal awls that were two fingers thick. The bloody wounds began to slowly heal.
Zach had already changed his clothes and was standing at the door of Benjamin's warehouse.
The werewolf sniffed and did not look at the vampire: "Not now, I need someone."
Zach turned his head and moved away, revealing Alice behind him. The banshee was still trembling, holding hot water and a towel in her hands, and walked towards Benjamin, whose body was covered in blood.
A werewolf who is fighting his wolf nature, and a vampire who is 'radiant' because of eating. Yes, these two people should not be in the same space at this time. Why did they become friends? I'll ask Zach for you when he's in a good mood.
Zach stood at the door and made sure Benjamin was okay before leaving the warehouse and walking to the basement of the Grand House, where two humans were hanging!
Zach pulled off the cloth from the mouth of the still conscious guy. Benjamin had always been the 'kinder' one of the two 'brothers', so there were no injuries on this guy's body.
"You'd better kill us! You blood-sucking bastard!! Otherwise I will chop off your head..."
Zach stuffed the cloth back again, returned to the office, and dialed James' number.
"I'm James Lance, please leave a message."
Zach hung up the phone and went back to the basement again, pulling out the man's cloth.
"You bitch..."
The curse stopped midway.
Zach's fingers inserted into the man's left chest, and strong vibrations wrapped around the vampire's stretched fingertips. Warmth and rapid beatings were introduced to the vampire's senses.
"Shhh" Zach's fingers sank into the other person's chest steadily, and he took the cup that was rejected by Old Hank with an expressionless face, and placed it on the other person's trembling lips, "This is your choice, what will it be?" Woolen cloth?"
The man felt a foreign object in his body. His lower lip was deformed by the pressure of the transparent cup rim. The soft "kakaka" sound was his uncontrollable teeth colliding with the cup rim.
Zach looked at the other person with his light green eyes, fine beads of sweat oozing out from the pores on the other person's skin, and Zach's cold face was reflected in the shrunken pupils.
Zach's fingers began to slowly withdraw, and the internal wound that had lost pressure support began to overflow with blood.
The sound of gasping for breath came from the mouth of the hung man, and the bulging throat at the neck was constantly shaking. Death was accompanied by the touch coming from the chest becoming more and more clear!
"Good." Zach smiled.
The hung man stretched his neck forward as hard as he could, trying to tilt the cup in Zach's hand so that he could reach the liquid that could heal everything!
Zach raised the bottom of the cup in cooperation, watching the bright red blood being drank greedily, and threw away the cup in his hand.
"A very smart choice." Zach looked at the man with a smile, but the finger he was pulling back stopped! The strong beating and warmth still wrapped around his fingertips!
"What are you doing!" The man's expression became panicked! "Take your hands back!!"
"Why would I do that?" Zach still smiled: "We have seen how afraid of death you are, even if you have to drink the blood of your enemies to survive. Then, wouldn't it be good if I gave you the right to eternal life? ?"
The man's body shook violently in the air! He is struggling! But Old Hank seemed to have completely released the hatred that had been tied up before. At this time, the man's struggle was as futile as an insect hitting a spider web.
"Get out of my body!" The man's bound limbs could not move at all, and his trembling torso could only speed up his process of entering another form of life! The only thing he could do was to continue cursing the vampire in front of him!
Zach kept smiling. When the vampire's blood shows that the wound cannot be healed, they begin the ultimate healing work.
If you have a fatal wound that won't heal, like Zach's finger stuck in his heart. How can vampire blood, the thing that can heal everything, keep you alive? The answer is simple, change. Wounds that cannot be healed? Then let's turn you into a creature that can continue to live even with a hole in your heart.
"Get out! Get out!..." The man's face became extremely pale! A tearing howl echoed through the basement.
"Relax, relax." Zach's posture remained unchanged and his smile remained unchanged. "It will take a while. This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and you will want to feel it."
"No! Don't!! I don't want to become a vampire! Don't let me become a vampire!!"
The man's hysterical voice was filled with extreme disgust.
This is the hunter's consistent attitude towards aliens, and Zach decided to add some seasonings to it. As Zach said before, this is a guy with a strong desire to survive.
"Why not?" Zach's smile showed a trace of artificial doubt: "Are you afraid that your companions will burn you to death?"
"No...", there was something more in the man's fear, and he seemed to remember the professional skills he had mastered.
"Don't worry, I will teach you well." Zach 'comforted' the man whose heart he pierced (still pierced), "Maybe you can also tell me about the hunter. We can help each other in Barton. , we will be the perfect combination.”
The man seemed to have found a turning point: "I tell you! I tell you everything!! As long as you leave my body!"
Zach's eyes are slightly curved, this is the sincere smile of a vampire...
If you think that vampires can only rely on the Eyes of Charm, then you are looking too closely at someone's three or four hundred years of life.
This is the vampire art of torture. Do you want to die? Do you want to be the person you hate the most in your life? Do you want to become the being you hate the most and then be killed by your own companions? Kind people, please don’t learn.