From dusk to midnight, the southeast remained quiet, and the Indians walking through the streets and alleys gradually disappeared. Maybe it's hiding, maybe it's just being cautious.
The Indians, who had been cleaning up the mess for a certain vampire who called himself Toledo for three months, already knew very well that this vampire liked to move under the cover of night.
Perhaps the Indians can question his identity on the grounds that this is not in line with Toledo's behavior, but no one will deny that night is the home of vampires. There's nothing wrong with being cautious.
The back alley of a certain bar seemed to be the back door of a cellar. Ian opened the door and revealed his figure in the night.
In the cellar, the man with a scar on his chin, the skull of Skoll, pursed his lips and said, "Do you want to go out?"
Ian didn't answer and walked onto the street, as if he didn't want to appear too rude, "Thank you for providing... a place to rest."
Skoll frowned, "Nothing, you killed the 'General's' men, I just expressed my gratitude and provided some convenience for the enemy's enemy."
In the story thirteen years later, we already know that the 'General' and Skoll are getting further and further away from each other in the gang rivalry. At this moment, don't be surprised by this.
"But, what on earth are you..." Skoll frowned, looked away, and closed his mouth. Skoll regretted asking, he didn't want to know. The 'murder' he accidentally witnessed at dusk, the ninth body that Patrolman Coulson tried to report, he didn't want to become like that.
But Ian still answered, with a hint of self-mockery, "Vampire. Red eyes, sharp teeth, claws, that's it." The self-mockery was that Ian no longer said that he was Toledo.
The corners of Skoll's mouth twitched. This explanation makes no sense, he has seen the teeth and claws with his own eyes, and he still has no idea what a so-called 'vampire' is, but, we do. When someone in the future (Zach) uses the same expression to introduce himself, Skoll has a template.
The back door of the cellar was closed, and Ian walked out of the street, walking towards an alleyway as if he knew his purpose.
Ian frowned and seemed to be in a bad mood. Because he didn't know why he was going in that direction. Maybe it's just that it's easier to get through the long nights with someone by your side.
But still, "Why are you here again? Don't tell me that you are locked out of the house again." Ian looked at the boy Brian in the alley and spoke impatiently.
"No!" Brian didn't care about Ian's disgusted tone. "I ran out on my own."
Ian ignored Brian and leaned against the alley wall, completely hidden in the shadows, staring at the street. Vampires are waiting for their prey.
Unlike Dusk, who almost burned himself to death when he tried to move in the sun without the guidance of his 'father', and had to replenish his food, this time it was dinner.
In the dark shadow, two red dots appeared, and food appeared.
Everyone thinks of people living in the Southeast. At this time when corpses are constantly appearing and the police are completely inactive, you should live more cautiously. But it's not. This is the southeastern part of the dark side of Barton society. There will always be people like this walking alone on the streets at midnight, providing food for vampires.
Just as Ian was about to turn into a gray shadow and rush towards his prey, he felt his clothes being grabbed by someone, "I don't want him."
Ian frowned. Fingers with sharp fingertips twisted the little hand holding his back, took it away, and prepared to ignore it.
"He was the older brother of a member of my coaching group. His father also died on the battlefield. He never bullied me. Let's find someone else." Brian still finished what he wanted to say.
Ian pursed his lips. The corner of his mouth twitched, and the redness in his eyes disappeared.
This is not a good habit, Brian comes out as an absolute weakling, the only thing he can move freely in front of Ian is his mouth. In the past few days, Ian has been willing or unwilling to listen to Brian talk about too many things - school, war, psychological counseling, bullying, mother...
Ian didn't care about most of what Brian said, but there was one point that Ian could never ignore or escape - the war that was still going on, the soldiers who died or were still alive on the battlefield!
It's time for us to realize something important. When Brian 'didn't' let Ian attack the man who was walking away, it was with the intention of 'not bullying me'. But for Ian, it is the previous sentence 'no more on the battlefield'. This is a coincidence, but it keeps happening, accumulating, and getting farther and farther.
"That man." Brian pointed to a person in the distance who was leaning against a street lamp. "Every time he saw me, he called me a coward's son. He said that my father was afraid of people from the southeast. He ran away weakly and fled to the war, thinking that he would no longer have to be afraid with a broken gun given by the army, but he still died on the battlefield. Such a coward and useless person is not worthy of receiving the Purple Heart Honor... "
Ian had already rushed out, red with gray shadows, stretched under the night. Look, coincidences are accumulating, and certain illusions are growing in the minds of immature boys.
In an alley two streets away, a few tentacles poked out from the black shadows, and there was that childish voice again, it was Shadow Man Wandel, "Found it."
"Lead the way." Sibera ordered without any expression. The Indian man behind him, 'Shooter', followed and took out the weapon from his waist. He checked the safety and magazine. He was good at long-distance attacks, so be prepared in advance. It's always true.
"But..." The tentacles buried in the shadows seemed to show no signs of moving, "There is a civilian with him."
"Then we have to hurry up." Sibella frowned and urged impatiently, "It's not good for us to let him replenish food again." What a realistic consideration. Unfortunately, the civilians Wandel mentioned are not vampire food, but It's Brian.
"Well..." The tentacles in the shadow were tangled together nervously, "He is already eating. That civilian doesn't seem to be his food reserve. Well, he is a boy..."
You may be curious why Wandel spoke so hesitantly, and the reason is as follows.
"What boy?" Sibella looked at the figure in the shadow and asked with a frown.
"They are just ordinary boys. It seems that they are very friendly to each other, just like Ravenci before..."
After a brief silence, Sibella retreated into the alley, tightened the shawl on her shoulders, "Stare at them."
Wander in the shadow received the order, and his twisted tentacles retracted into the shadow. The dark shadow moved against the shadow of the building and disappeared. (..)