[One Piece] Capture the Vampire

Those bizarre scenes were refracted into Deborah's eyes like a kaleidoscope, but they dispersed like bubbles. She grabbed the clothes closest to her heart, and tears fell down her cheeks into her clenched lips, but she did not taste them. to any flavor.

In that cold winter 286 years ago, she was still trying to find proof of the existence of love.

In the eyes of all the vampires of the Vandro family, the vampire named Vandro holds the key to power from birth, but only Vandro Charon Debria is different.

She is a vampire personally trained by Methuselah, the King of Vampires, and was given the same middle name as Methuselah - Charon.

Later, she was adopted as the honorary heir by the Vanzhuo family. She can be said to be the princess of the vampire world who is loved by thousands of people.

And she herself has always kept Methuselah's words and deeds in mind. She admires this vampire who is extremely powerful in both mana and brain. As long as it is a task assigned by him, Deborah will go crazy in order to complete it.

Deborah's longest companionship was always the candlelight at night and various books and weapons. Her silver-white hair wrapped around her little face. At that time, her eyes were pure and childish. of stubbornness.

She will definitely win the first place in the business, science, liberal arts, and magic tests in the palace school. Everyone knows that all her efforts are related to Methuselah.

Deborah expected him to touch her head and say: You are worthy of being my child.

The reward she wanted this time was to go out to see the sea, because every time she saw the seagulls in the port not far away through the small window, she envied them for being able to fly freely in the sky, so she also wanted to see them. Look into the distance.

……

"Father, this is the report card."

With a blushing face, Deborah handed the honor of perfect marks in all subjects to the handsome and handsome man who was filled with a chilling air. She was expecting and nervous, just like every child waiting to be praised.

"Very good, keep it up, and don't write all your thoughts on your face. I don't want you to have this expression next time I see you." The man took the transcript, glanced at it lightly, and frowned. Looking at Deborah's expressive little face, she warned dissatisfiedly.

"Yes."

A chill poured over Deborah from head to toe. She could only agree to the man's request expressionlessly. Her face that was rosy a second ago had now turned pale.

"Father...can I go out to sea and have a look?" In fact, she was a little afraid that the man would reject her request. She lowered her head and clenched her hands tightly into fists behind her back.

"Look into the eyes of others when you ask for them." The man sat elegantly, staring unblinkingly at the silver hair on Deborah's head.

Deborah tried hard to suppress the rising corners of her mouth, looked into his eyes and spoke out her request again. The man agreed, but he must be accompanied by his trusted aide.

She was thinking at that time that he must be in love with her.

……

Deborah got her wish and took an ocean cruise. She felt particularly satisfied to be able to see these lovely creatures up close, with their smooth and shiny feathers being neatly combed by them, and the scenery she had never seen before.

Seagulls hovered in the sky, accompanied by gusts of sea breeze, which made Deboria feel extremely comfortable. She saw a familiar figure.

That was Vandro Tileya, who ranked second in all subjects in the palace exam. She had long, black and shiny hair. She was held high by her father and was wearing a lavender dress, as if she were a princess.

She has parents who love her. Even if she didn't get first place, her parents still said to her: Our Leia is the best girl in the world, our little princess!

There was a hint of sourness in Deborah's heart, and her direct eyes attracted Tilea's attention. The little girl ran over on her leather shoes and held up her skirt to greet her cordially.

The conversation between the two children was always easy to open up, and Delaya, who was good at communicating, soon started talking to Deborah about everything.

Tilea envied Deborah for having such a powerful father as Methuselah, but Deborah seemed to be more envious of the way their family got along.

The two agreed to go to school together in the spring.

……

A few days before school was about to start, Deborah lent Tilea a human fairy tale picture book. The story was divided into three volumes: upper, middle and lower. She promised to give Tilea the second book, but she could not leave the mansion. We can only let Tilaya come here to get it. She smiles expectantly every day and paces back and forth at the gate with the picture book in her arms.

But for some reason, the snow was particularly heavy today. Deborah, who was only wearing a burgundy dress, was shivering a little from the cold, so she went back and got a white lamb wool coat to put on her body.

Returning to the door, she seemed to smell some faint smell of blood and rot.

The instinct of thirsting for blood drove her slowly towards the source of the smell. When she walked in, Deborah could smell the aroma of blood.

She was finally able to confirm that this was the smell of Tilaya.

Deborah picked up the picture book covered with snow with her fingers that were already covered with mud and blood. The writing on it had been soaked in blood and was blurred. When the rancid smell filled her nose, she realized that it was so far away from Tiliaia It has been many days since his death.

But such a beautiful Tilea should not be lying in such a wet and cold land. She obviously did nothing wrong.

Deborah felt something in her mind opening a small opening, so that she could not hear the roar of the snowstorm at all.

"Who allowed you to run out without permission?"

Methuselah's low questioning voice was like a hammer knocking open the broken opening, making the spider web-like cracks get bigger and bigger.

Deborah knelt in front of the pit in a daze, her tears blown away by the wind. Only the pain from the healing wounds reminded her that this was not a dream.

"...can't speak anymore?" Methuselah immediately detonated all the creatures in Deborah's field of vision. Two or three seagulls broke into pieces and fell on the snow-white ground. The blood continued to stimulate Deborah's body. Nerves and instincts drove her to approach the seagull carcasses.

The moment she was about to touch the corpse, the snow controlled by Methuselah was like a giant beast awakening, wildly devouring everything on the earth. Deborah was isolated by a transparent barrier, as if all this It has nothing to do with her.

"..."

Deborah looked at her intact hand, smelling the rotten smell emanating from it, and felt very sick to her stomach. How much she wanted to disappear along with the crazy tumbling of the snow.

She didn't know how to deal with this overload of emotions, so the small hole exploded directly, and the fragments cut into every corner of her mind.

She hated her own incompetence, and she hated his cruelty.