Geeky

Basement bedroom.

The door carved with silver agate was silently opened, and the gentle breeze floated into the room like algae in the water, driving a little lily to move slightly.

The cold emerald ground has been covered with pure white flowers, even on the pitch-black coffin, half-budding lilies are strewn here and there.

This quiet bedroom, covered with ornate wall curtains, is like a long-lost tomb, storing a remains for people to look up to.

Fresh lilies, the flower center is still blue, so white, and so grand, the number is so large that one can mistakenly think that it is white and colorful, but it will soon dry up, so sadly beautiful.

The lively lilies can't cover up the dead silence in the room,

In the empty room, it seems to be a piece of paleness scattered in the heart of nothingness.

Freeman stepped into the room, carefully avoiding the flowers on the ground, and walked towards the coffin near the curtain.

He leaned over the coffin, wanted to tap on the coffin lid, but stopped again.

He just bowed down to the coffin respectfully and said, "Master Balan..."

It was still silent, and I didn't even smell my breath.

Freeman continued softly: "...a gift from Black Eden, it's from Master Mino."

There was a sluggish silence in the air.

"Click", I don't know how long it took, the coffin lid shifted and made a little noise, pale fingers crawled out of the gap, and then lifted up feebly, and the lilies were slowly flowing down.Freeman lifted the lid to reveal Balaam's face, paler than the lilies, from the moving shadows.

When he got up, he put one hand on the side of the coffin, and his thin figure shook twice before he sat down firmly.

His face had lost its noble luster, but his eyes were still darker.

It was as if what Freeman had awakened was a shell that had lost its soul.

His eyes searched blankly and dullly, as if his reflex nerves were damaged, and there was a kind of sluggishness in his manner and expression.When Freeman handed the brown paper package in his arms a foot in front of him, his sight finally found the target.

Balan took the square package, which was affixed with exquisite postcard-like stickers.

The package is brand new, and the sticker with the landscape painting looks like it was just put on.

But next to the picture of Mount Eden on the sticker, there are words written two months earlier——

To my friend, Balaam

——2018.10.10 Minoliu

Balan carefully tore open the package, and inside was a pink gift box with a cherry red ribbon, very girlish... Balan couldn't help but smile.

Balan opened the gift box, and inside was a beautifully crafted holographic manual with a gold-stamped cowhide cover that looked like a handmade book.

Balan opened the holographic manual. On the first page, there was a small boat in the sky. Su Shi was lying on the boat with his hands on his pillow and his legs crossed. In front of him was a shattered moon that could be touched.

The picture album is made lifelike, the boat is floating on the white clouds, and Su Shi is shaking his feet under the moon.

Balaam couldn't help reaching out to touch him.

As if his fingertips landed on him and exerted a huge force, Su Shi in the picture was overturned with his boat and man. He fell from the sky, falling layer after layer of white clouds, until he landed on a golden sky. Among the tulips.

"Where is this?"

He heard his voice from the book, and behind the flowers was a tall villa, which Balaam recognized as the Tulip Villa.He turned his head, staring at him as if through the holographic paper.

When Balaam touched his cheek, he asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

For a moment Balaam had an illusion, as if they had met again, as if he had been reborn.

Balaam felt a solidification between his throat and his heart.He continued to slowly flip through the next page, his gestures were full of nostalgia and anticipation.

On a holographic page, only half of the table can be seen, and he is directly opposite the table, as if eating in front of the camera.He lowered his eyes, eating the delicious food on the table with relish, as if he didn't know that he was being watched.

He just took food from the porcelain plate mechanically and repeatedly, and Balaam watched as if obsessed, as if he lost time.

Only the dwindling food on the table narrates the real passing.

Suddenly, he raised his head, looked at Balan, smiled slyly as if he caught him peeking at him, scooped out a piece of pudding with a spoon, and asked, "Balan, do you want to eat? Come, let me feed you— —”

He stretched out his hand to Balan, and opened his mouth in a demonstrative manner. Just when Balan wanted to cooperate with him, he suddenly laughed "hahaha", stuffed the pudding into his mouth, and said while eating, "you eat I can't, you idiot", as if seeing him bowing his head and opening his mouth, he couldn't help laughing after swallowing the pudding.

Balaam laughed along with him, tears streaming down the paper.

……

Pale fingers hesitantly turned to the last page, and the paper hovered in the air for a long time before it fell off.

He saw him walking on the side of the road, and then he was hit by a car and took a few steps back. He spun around a few times in an exaggerated way, and then sat down on the ground slowly and then carefully fell to the ground—— Like a crappy actor playing dead.

There was no pain on his face, just looking at the sky.

The small boat flew from the sky, the soul flew out of the body and flew onto the small boat, while the one lying on the ground seemed to be in a daze.

The boat kept going away with the soul until it disappeared into the clouds.

Balaam's fingers slowly stroked the body left on the paper...

As if returning to that night again, he could finally hug him, finally kiss him.

His kisses fell all over the skin, until finally imprinted on those cold lips.

The human soul is like fireworks...

The stars of the world are shining, leaving only endless nights for him.

In this world, the fairest thing is love.

No matter who you are, love is too extravagant.

If a blood clan is sentenced by the House of Elders, he will be imprisoned/imprisoned in the graveyard prison.

The metal coffin made for the prisoners was three inches thick, and the one-inch-thick iron chains were twisted like vines, criss-crossed, and hung with bells. Once the bells rang, the jailer would know immediately.But that alone is not enough to trap a blood race.The vampire who was forced to sleep here, in order to prevent him from using the power of the vampire, had to drive three-inch silver nails into each joint.

Compared with the blood blade, silver is much more fragile, but "silver" has a secret, it can restrain the power of blood and prevent blood from transforming into a weapon.The vampires love silver, partly because they are afraid of silver, and partly because they want to paralyze their opponents—human beings, and avoid being found out about their hidden weaknesses.

They themselves are not weakened by exposure to silver, but their blood is afraid of silver.

Xerxes looked at the crucified man - Phytofiudite - with silver locks running through and around him.The blood stained the shiny silver and made it old.

A hoarse roar sounded like a beast in the dungeon——

"kill me……!"

"Day after day, year after year, I want your life to be worse than death."

Xerxes sat on the pitch-black iron chair, watching the ancient and automatic instruments of torture in operation, and the gears made a deep and cold grinding sound.

"Yes... I would rather die than live..." Fei Duofei opened his wet eyes, and his painful face was filled with distorted joy. He looked at Xerxes and laughed wildly, "But you are still different! Haha Hahahaha... Mmm!"

There was a suffocating pain in the neck, and Fei Duofei looked at the face of Xerxes who was close at hand——

It was as if an eagle snatching its prey suddenly appeared in the sky. The cold and sharp eyes reminded him of the long-lost memories. In the blood-splattered crystal glass long mirror, his eyes were burning with the blackness of hell. Flame, completely different from it, yet so similar.

There was a sorrowful joy in his heart, and a weeping ecstasy.

When love burns, the thorns of hate grow wildly; when hate burns, love suffers rebirth again!

For so many years, the painful poisonous wine that seemed to be poured from the heart, now someone finally shares it!

The dungeon flashed with blades of luster, and flames flared up again, and twisted chains twisted bones.

His heart was cut like a knife, his body was burned, and his bones were in pain... Fei Duofei was forced to enjoy the feast of punishment.

Ancient instruments of torture, very modern perform their duties.

The immortal vampire shouted, and when the heavy iron door closed, the shrill voice, which could not be distinguished from crying or laughing, became dull and indistinct, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Xerxes washed his hands in the basin, the water was as red as a soaked rose.

Wiping his hands dry with a white square handkerchief, he turned into a noble and ruthless duke again at a private party of nobles.The beautiful woman crawled at his feet, her red lips held grapes that exuded the aroma of roses, she climbed up little by little like a cat, her hands climbed to his shoulders, and her plump buttocks were about to sit on his thighs.

Xerxes just picked up a few crystal cups casually, blocking the woman's approaching face, and the rim of the cup pressed against her lips, leaving a bit of wetness and red marks.

Xerxes immediately took a sip of the red wine, and the woman withdrew tactfully.

"It seems that the honeymoon period is not over yet."

A blood man said.

——Although the twists and turns at the wedding are well known, Xerxes explained the past with "someone wanted to assassinate him".Everyone knows that the steward and bodyguard of Xerxes was killed in the street, and even the unrelated nobles panicked for a while... In this case, they left without saying goodbye during the wedding, even if It's the Judith family, so it's not good to have any dissatisfaction.

Xerxes just smiled lightly.

A few middle-aged vampires teased the woman beside them, but a trace of inexplicable boredom permeated the air.

Xerxes knew how to tease a woman into a "giggle" smile, and how to say some words to create an atmosphere...but he suddenly lost interest in all of these.

Leaving the party, he drove past Baron Bell's flower garden - Scarlett's best flower "shop" - and the gardener placed a bouquet of lilies on his passenger seat.

Xerxes returned to the castle with the lily, and instead of handing the bouquet to the maid, he took it into the high-rise bedroom and put it in the crystal bottle himself.

Outside the window is a broken moon.

Xerxes sat on a lacquered wooden chair with silver embroidered upholstery, and looked over the fence that penetrated the terrace to the night sky.

He thought of nights many years ago, on that old street, running barefoot through the mud, panting and being chased by humans, hounds, and church hunters.

He didn't know who his parents were, and he knew how to pretend to be a human being to get help since he was a child, but his slow growth, cold skin and red eyes that couldn't be controlled by blood always exposed him constantly.

Eventually he stopped trying to hide in human families and learned to survive alone in the maze of alleys.

He fought against the blood clan in the dark, grabbed his own street, and slowly grabbed a block... But new invaders will always destroy the order of the night he established.

Excessive drinking at night will attract the attention of the church and the hunters who come to the church.

He hates those disorderly vampires who invade the territory, regards stupid and unrestrained cruelty as strength, and is repeatedly chased by church hunters like dogs.

He is still underage and not strong enough. Although human beings are weak, they always attack in groups.

Therefore, when a strange blood man broke into this small town, he had already planned to unite with other teenagers to kill him.

The strength of the bloodline will grow with age, and although individual talents are different, the adult bloodlines that have lived for hundreds of years are far stronger than the small bloodlines that are dozens of years old.

When he was dying to resist, he mastered the secret to kill the blood clan.

He ran through the muddy streets where it had rained, trying to find a place to hide.

Avoid being hunted by companions or humans.

He hid in the haystacks of the slums, like a mouse bitten by a cat. Because of the excessive blood loss, the wound could not heal and he could not move.

Covering the whole body with straw, waiting for the day in fear of death.

Maybe it was because of this that he would look at the window of the small thatched cottage day and night, the yellow rose in the broken pot.

Logically speaking, the yellow rose should gradually wither and wither.But I don't know if his memory is messed up, or his memory is always brand new.The yellow rose in his memory has become more fresh and beautiful with the passage of time.

"and after?"

A slender hand rested on his right shoulder, and the owner of the hand turned around from behind him and came to him, sitting on his lap very naturally.Xerxes put his arms around his waist and looked into his lake-like emerald green eyes.

later……

He cannot hunt, has no food, but is not dead.At night, wolf dogs, wild cats, and mice sent out looking for the smell of blood came to him and became the food for him to continue his life.

Poor streets, desperate gasps, lying in a pool of wet blood countless times.

The moon represents chasing and being chased, and the day is a long sleepless day.

That was his childhood memory.

But he wouldn't tell him how much he was hurt, he wanted to tell him how beautiful that yellow rose was in the evening light, dispelling dark, dank memories of the seventeenth century.

It made him feel that there was fragrance in the muddy life.

"How yellow is it?"

he asked, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Yellow as sunlight, yellow as amber. Beautiful as gold, the color of your hair."

Xerxes reached out and stroked his hair.

He smiles, so cute:

"I have been waiting for you that night."

"I know."

"But you never came."

Xerxes wanted to say, I didn't send that text message, I sent someone to guard you, but that person was killed.

But he just replied:

"sorry."

"...So, what's your answer?"

He smiled like a docile fawn, although Xerxes knew that he was not docile at all, but he felt that way.

Xerxes stretched out his hand to caress his face, stared at him, his deep voice was like a long black stone staircase leading to an underground palace amid flickering candles:

"I have an indifferent heart, it is hard, unmoved by emotion, indifferent to everything, indifferent, and now I give it to you."

Every word is like a step, leading to a dungeon that has never been opened.

His eyes were wet and gleaming, and he leaned down, pressing his face against the side of his neck.

Xerxes tried to hug him, but ended up just hugging the cold night air.

Outside the window is still a broken full moon.

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I forgot to mention that the update time point in these two days is still not stable (it is still updated every other day)... After two days, I will try to adjust the time to see if I can update at a fixed time

Then... the new story is very disturbing, I read three history books madly, but the more I read, the more I feel blind... The more I read, the more I feel that I don't know too much, but I can't remember