[One Piece] Capture the Vampire

In the evening, a grand banquet was held in Cocosia Village. Although there was an unpleasant episode in the middle, the nasty rat navy wanted to take Nami's treasure for himself, but was driven away mercilessly by everyone.

Everyone was singing and dancing, and everyone was celebrating that the village was finally out of the sea of ​​misery. Luffy kept eating meat as always, Zoro was also enjoying the wine, Usopp stood on the high stage and sang loudly, and Nami was alone. Stay in the house and say your final "goodbyes" quietly to your mother.

Deborah sat alone on the edge of the cliff looking at the endless sea. The sea breeze caused by the difference in air pressure blew her silver hair high. Thinking of today's scenes, her mood began to feel low, although no one took it seriously today. They called her a monster in front of her, but the fearful eyes of those villagers still hurt her heart.

This made her realize that she was the same as in her previous life, and there was still no change. That look was so similar to Wei Na's, a look of disgust and fear. She couldn't imagine that one day her important person would look at her like this again. .

"Your heart is so weak. How can you become a qualified vampire like this?" Deborah thought of Methuselah's disappointed eyes when he said this to her.

"..."

She never had the heart to kill those innocent humans, so she endured the mental punishment Methuselah inflicted on her again and again. She always hugged her arms tremblingly and gritted her teeth to prevent herself from screaming.

The contrast between the "dirty" self and the "clean" partners around her is really too big. Is she not suitable to stay on this ship at all?

……

Sanji, who had not been chatting with the beauty for long, suddenly realized that Deborah was nowhere to be seen, and he couldn't help but frown.

He asked Luffy: "Where's Leia? Why didn't you see her?"

Luffy stretched his neck and looked around, saying that he didn't see Leia either, guessing that she might be too sleepy and went to sleep.

Sanji recalled the scene just now. Deborah had been sitting in a chair in a daze since she comforted him, and disappeared without even taking a few bites of food.

Not right.

His eyes began to wander around, but he never saw the silver phantom. Sanji ran out of the village, shouting Deborah's name as he ran.

Until he saw a bright figure sitting on the top of the mountain, with silver hair that was whitened by the moonlight, flying in the wind, Deborah turned her head when she heard Sanji's voice.

Sanji saw Deborah sitting on the edge of the cliff, and his heart was in his throat: "Leah! It's too dangerous, come up quickly!"

He quickly ran to Deborah's side, trying to pull the person in front of him into his arms.

Deborah showed a reassuring smile, as if a gloomy mist dispersed from her eyes. She grabbed Sanji's hand and pulled him towards her, leaning against the cliff. Everyone was dragged out by her, and both of them fell off the cliff in an instant.

But the next second, Sanji's field of vision was covered by a huge black wing that shone with faint light. The wings fanned out the cool sea breeze, causing the two of them to spin with the sea breeze.

"Thank you for finding me, Sanji, it's nice to hear your voice now."

Deborah's black wings shone brightly in the night sky. Sanji was so stunned that he could only utter a single syllable. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He could feel the coldness all over the body of the person in his arms, and he hugged him back. She dared not make any move beyond her waist.

Deborah leaned on Sanji's chest, listening to his fierce heartbeat, and the leaky hole in her heart seemed to be filled. She flapped her wings and flew around the coastline.

"not in a good mood?"

Sanji felt that the person in his arms must have something on his mind tonight, so he thought of the scene of the fishman hurting Deborah just now, and couldn't help but put a little more force on his hand on her waist.

Deborah nuzzled into Sanji's arms like a baby, and then whispered: "A little, but it'll be fine if you come."

Sanji felt itchy in his heart when her hair rubbed him. He couldn't help but roll his Adam's apple, and gently smoothed the slightly messy hair on the back of her head with his hand.

"If you have any troubles, please tell me and I will be with you." Sanji gently comforted Deborah, hoping that she would no longer hide alone and be sad quietly.

"Sanji, you said that a murderer wants to live an ordinary life, is it possible?"

Deborah held Sanji and landed gently on the beach under the cliff, then let go of his hand, turned around and asked him softly.

When Sanji heard this question, he probably thought about what Deborah was worried about.

In his impression, although Deborah has always treated others with elegance and strength, she is also very sensitive to other people's moods, always takes care of her partners, stands up for her partners, and protects her important people...

"You are not a murderer, Leia. You will never become a murderer. Don't talk about yourself like that." Sanji said to Deborah solemnly.

When she heard this sentence, Deborah's throat tightened, and her eyes suddenly filled with tears. In her heart, she wished to hear someone say this to her. In the past, she could only be the executioner's knife, but She died once, and now she finally no longer has to suffer from the inner torment of doing things against her will.

Thinking of this, Deborah's emotions were like a string that had been tense for a long time and finally broke. She squatted on the ground and covered her face, letting tears flow from her fingers.

Sanji looked at Deborah who was squatting on the ground and sobbing softly. He panicked for a while. He thought he had said the wrong thing, so he hurriedly knelt down and gently stroked Deborah's back: "I'm sorry! Leah, I am It’s not that I said something wrong, how could Leah be a bad person? Don’t cry, don’t cry!”

Sanji had been silently comforting Deborah. She cried for a while and then leaned on Sanji's shoulder, pulling on his black suit and letting out shallow breaths.

Sanji found Deborah asleep against him, so he picked her up and walked to the village. She curled up in Sanji's arms and slept like a little white cat.

Every night used to be like a long wandering to her, but now the wanderer has found his own oasis, no, it should be a whole forest.