On Sunday, the werewolf Benjamin wrinkled his nose and sat up from the bed when he woke up. There was a smell that made him uncomfortable from the basement of the Grand House. It was the smell of vampires after gluttony. In order to allow the seriously injured Ian to recover, Zach kept force-feeding him, and then it was as if the 'exchange' scene three days ago was repeated, except that the two parties changed positions.
The blood of mammals cannot support the healing of the damage caused by flames to vampires. After Anthony left, Ian was like a broken body without a soul. The newly grown muscles and skin became dry and necrotic after a moment.
He needs a higher level of 'food' - human blood. Grande did not have such 'ingredients' in his reserves, but Zach had better ones, his own blood.
The fire that burned Ian came from himself, and the damage he suffered was much more serious than the time Zach was attacked by a hunter a month ago. So this process continues from Thursday afternoon until now - the first day of Alpha's transformation cycle.
Benjamin stood up from the bed, his strong chest rising and falling, and took a deep breath to calm down the restlessness in his heart. He looked at the mirror beside the bed, and his eyes, surrounded by black and brown fluff, also looked at him from the mirror.
'Feel it? It's there. Benjamin, feel it...'
Benjamin looked away, grabbed the shirt thrown beside the bed and threw it towards the mirror, covering the things in the mirror. He didn't want to listen to his other consciousness. During these three days of every month, it would clamor to crush the throat of that 'Toledo'. Benjamin didn't think this month would be any different.
When they left the warehouse, Hayate and his wife had already gotten up and glanced at the werewolf standing outside the Grand House, hesitating whether to enter. Sibella thought for a while and handed Benjamin a wooden jar.
"What is this?" Benjamin remembered that this was the wooden jar that Sibella had used two days ago. He opened it slightly, and the strong fragrance almost made the werewolf faint as his senses began to increase.
Sibella didn't answer, but asked, "How do you feel?"
Benjamin had already tightened the wooden jar, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and after a while he showed a hint of surprise. The irritability in my heart has disappeared, and all the senses seem to have been heightened to a higher level, but they are all coated with a 'colorful' feeling. Even the disgusting smell that overflowed from the basement has become softer, and it is no longer a problem. It makes people get close, but at least it won't make a werewolf want to rush up and bite...
"Great." Benjamin held the jar and looked at it carefully. His mind was extremely clear now, and he had an inexplicable desire not to return this thing to Sibella.
"Here you go." Sibella said calmly, "It's the reward for living here these days."
"Thanks." Benjamin raised his eyebrows and stepped into the Grand House. Maybe Zach won’t have to diet in the future.
After breakfast, Laura came as promised, and Cui Sha, who she had only met once, came with her. The real protagonist's face was haggard, silk was scattered on his forehead, and he couldn't say any useful words except "thank you".
Because Zach was occupied with other things, Benjamin took over Grande's business for a while. So when Laura asked Grande to hold the funeral of Trisha's husband in a pleading tone, Benjamin agreed without hesitation. That's what happened today.
This was a charity event. Old Hank donated the coffin, Alice donated her time to sort out the remains, and Benjamin accepted a plastic bottle filled with change and gave a plot of land to the cemetery.
It was a funeral to the bare minimum. There was no fancy hearse procession, no church viewing ceremony. Only Benjamin drove Grande's hearse to deliver the coffin to the cemetery. The temporarily hired farmer stood on the inside of the crowd, waiting for the farewell ceremony to end so that he could bury the coffin.
Benjamin was leaning next to the car, far away from the cemetery, but he could still hear the priest in front of the cemetery quoting the words 'righteous' from the holy scriptures, as if the person buried was a saint.
In a sense, it is unexpectedly consistent. It’s just that the person he believed in was not the Father or the Son, and the things he sacrificed for were not righteousness.
"Good morning, James." Benjamin tilted his head to face the detective whose shoulders were still a little bloated.
James frowned and stared gloomily at the crowd in the distance, "What will happen to him in the future?"
Benjamin didn't answer. As Zach said, the Grand House didn't care about this person.
James, who received no answer, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. The presence of this funeral represents someone who acted first before the detective acted in the way of human society.
"Wells doesn't remember anything, he doesn't even remember that he resigned." James changed the topic and mentioned the former civil servant who was taken away by him on Wednesday night. "His life was ruined."
"Are you accusing us?" Benjamin glanced at James and asked. There was actually a hint of Zack in his tone, and after Benjamin finished, he felt strange.
"No." James didn't notice Benjamin's strangeness. He seemed to be immersed in his own world and gave the answer directly, "I asked you to intervene in this matter, which caused all this." James lowered his head. , "I'm blaming myself."
Zach had told him that Wells had planted the pawn to help him.
Benjamin put aside the strangeness in his heart. The werewolf was the one who was 'overflowing with compassion' among the Grande brothers. He patted James on the shoulder, neither denying nor affirming.
James stood silently for a while, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Benjamin.
"What is this?" Benjamin frowned, opened the paper, and found a list.
James did not answer, but said something seemingly irrelevant: "From now on, you do your own thing. I do my own job." The detective's eyes didn't know where he was looking, and he was inexplicably led. He said with a hint of emotion, "I hope our work will never overlap again."
Benjamin raised his frown and looked at James. Benjamin wanted to ask something else, but James had no intention of continuing to chat and turned around to leave.
Benjamin looked at the list again, and he was impressed by several of the names. It seemed to be the name of a new person who had arrived in Barton City after James had just recovered his identity. For some reason, the detective never shared the list again after Grande took Madison in.
Benjamin glanced at James' back. The injury on his shoulder was not completely healed. The werewolf could even smell the smell of blood and medicine hidden under the clothes, which made the general's son's posture a little awkward. Benjamin folded the list and stuffed it into his pocket.
Werewolves were just temporary vampires, and he had no interest in educating James.