1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

Seeing the warm light from the window of his home, the hungry Carl couldn't help but jump for joy, "I'm going home, thank you Edgar...huh?"

Edgar grabbed his shoulder from behind and asked softly, "Carl, can I go in?"

Carl subconsciously wanted to nod.

"Of course you..." Of course you can.

Just as the word was about to blurt out, cold fingers covered his mouth.

Carl murmured, and his words were crushed to pieces, but Edgar's strength was so great that even struggling seemed so weak.

will i dieIn the rising suffocation and pain, he stared blankly at the cruel and merciless full moon.

Suddenly Edgar let go of his hand, he was stunned for a few moments, bent down and panted hard.

"What... what are you doing?" Fear of death pervaded his body, he turned around and glared angrily at the blond vampire under the moonlight, "Are you going to kill me?"

"Carl," Edgar's blond hair shone like silver in the moonlight, like the holy archangel on the stained glass of the church, "the last thing I want to tell you tonight. You can't trust vampires."

too close.Cal could see the cobalt blue spots on his irises.

"Carl Morrison, vampires have three attitudes towards humans, one is full of hostility, the other is neutral, and the other is willing to take the initiative to get close to humans."

"Which one do you belong to?" Having said that, Carl already had the embryonic form of the answer in his mind.

"The first one." Edgar's face was like a marble sculpture, cold, perfect, and so inhuman.

Hearing this unexpected answer, Carlton immediately retorted, "This is impossible..."

"Vampires are dark creatures, and all dark creatures are beasts, born liars." Edgar stroked his cheek, "You can get close to me, but you should never trust me."

Carl avoided his cold fingers, "Are you telling me I should be afraid of you?"

"Go home."

Edgar stood where he was, watching Carl go away.

Just before Carl was about to enter the door, he heard Edgar calling him behind him.

"Carl."

He didn't look back.

"Do you like your life like this?"

Carl never thought that Edgar would ask himself such a question, he hesitated for two seconds before nodding.

He likes it, of course he does.

There are parents who love him, friends who grew up together, and that dream that may not be realized.He likes his life now.

"Then don't open Pandora's box."

Edgar's voice was a little fuzzy.

He lowered his head and saw that the edge of his shadow became blurred, as if something was about to move.

"Carl, who are you talking to?" Someone opened the door, and it was his mother, "You are finally back, come in quickly, the kitchen is heating soup for you."

"One thing..." He turned around and found that there was no one there.