1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

Her cheeks were like colorless marble, and her eyes were like two clear glass beads.

Lena Morrison's funeral took place today.

The funeral procession carried the heavy coffin through the streets of Brodika Town, and their boots stepped on the thick snow, making teeth-piercing creaking sounds.

The two relatives of the dead hostess, with similar, mask-like sadness on their faces, walked in the middle of the crowd, with prying eyes hidden behind closed doors along the way.

They have more or less heard about their family: on that terrible night when the hospital turned into a purgatory on earth, many people disappeared, they may have died, or they may have continued to live as monsters somewhere in the town. Around the corner, only a handful of people's remains have actually been found, and Lena Morrison in her coffin was one of them.

She was a devout believer during her lifetime, but after her death, her husband, Jeffrey Morrison, proposed to the church to bury her with the standards of a believer, but for the people of the church, her death was a big deal. Glorious secret.

They were afraid that she would become a legendary blood-sucking monster, and refused to recognize her as a believer. There was no other way. Her husband had no choice but to bury her in a corner of the town's cemetery for non-believers.

The men drank a few sips of spirits, rubbed their palms twice, lifted heavy shovels to dig through the icy frozen soil, dug out a huge pit little by little, and slowly placed the coffin of the dead in it.

The dead woman's cheeks were as white as a dying white rose.

The first to say goodbye was her husband, Geoffrey Morrison.He kissed her bloodless lips, and the warm tears were frozen by the cold north wind into tiny ice crystals, which rolled down into the coffin until the others came to tell him that it was time, and he reluctantly backed away to change theirs. A child comes to say goodbye to his mother.

Carl was holding a bouquet of white roses, the fragile petals were shivering in the bitter cold wind, he bent down and placed the bouquet in her folded hands in front of her chest.

In just a few days, the weakness and innocence that belonged to a teenager faded away from him, and turned into another kind of indifference and distance that belonged to an adult.His iris is no longer an ordinary gray-blue, but a dark blue-black that can't be seen at a glance. The color flows and spreads restlessly, and may spread to the entire eyeball at any time.He pressed against her cold forehead, just like his mother did to him every snowy night in the past, and put his lips on it.

There will be no more hot milk with honey or a goodnight kiss from mom.he knows.

He is no longer a child.

"I know I'm sorry, but...it's time." The middle-aged man in charge of the funeral put his hands on his shoulders, "Say goodbye to her."

"I know."

Calmer came to the woman's side without making a sound, and watched the men shovel the frozen soil mixed with snow to cover his mother's face until he could no longer see the face that had been torn by time and fate. Still a shockingly beautiful face.

The life of the person who will be buried is engraved on the new stele.

lena morrison

+1947-1982

Just a few short lines summed up her decades from birth to death, ordinary or extraordinary.

On that snowy night ten years ago, she called a vampire who passed by here, and got a thin and pitiful weird boy from him, and then raised him until he was so big. The child who could not live, she gave her life and became a corpse lying motionless in a coffin.

Carl looked up and saw Dad's haggard face across the crowd—he was looking at him too, his lips parted as if talking.

After some careful identification, he recognized what the other party was saying.He was saying: It wasn't your fault, maybe other parents wouldn't, but every day for ten years, we were ready to give our lives for you.

—No matter what nature you have, you are our child.

He didn't realize that he was crying again until he felt a sharp pain on his cheek.In order to cover up his embarrassment, he raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, and the tears formed a thin layer of ice on his face after being wiped away.

From a very young age, he knew that his father loved his mother deeply, and they were such a happy couple, so after something like this happened, he was very afraid that his father would hate him because of it, and no matter how much his father blamed him, he would not It would break his heart.

The thought of his presence ruining all good things made the shadows at his feet restless again—every morning, he felt the non-human part of himself grow stronger.

Perhaps one day he can no longer maintain his human form and transform into the legendary evil creature.

Just when he was deep in thought, a generous and warm palm fell on the top of his head.

"Carl," Jeffrey Morrison ushered him closer to him, "stop thinking so much." He rested his head on his shoulder, "don't cry. We all love you , as long as you can be safe, it's all worth it."

Carl leaned on his father's solid shoulders and found dry eye sockets.

"I'm sorry," he said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, Dad."

"Hush." ​​Mr. Morrison held up a finger. "Don't say that. She'll be angry if she hears it. It's a secret between us. Don't tell her, please."

Carl nodded, "Okay."

The funeral was over, and all the people who came to the funeral left, leaving only the father and son to comfort each other.

The daytime belongs to human beings, and the mysterious vampires will not appear until nightfall.Karl hadn't seen Edgar for a day or two.

He didn't know where the vampire had gone, but he knew that as long as his heart was still beating, the vampire would definitely come back to him.

"Carl Morrison, so you are here?"

Hearing someone calling his name, Carl suddenly broke free from the restraint of his father's palm and looked back.

A girl with light chestnut-colored long hair and a few freckles on her cheeks quietly appeared behind him.

Her expression was abnormally cold, she tilted her head, and said in a very mechanical tone: "I've been looking for you for a long time, are you free to talk to me now?"

Willard's house.

Since that incident happened, the male owner has not been back here for a long time, and the house is filled with an uninhabited desolate atmosphere.

The basement where Daisy Willard was imprisoned was empty at the moment, only the broken ropes and some dried tan marks remained on the ground.

In this case, the only disturbing thing here is the small half of a face peeking out from behind a brick that has been removed from the wall.

The dry and chapped lips, and the fangs stretched unconsciously because of hunger showed her identity as a dark creature—she was a vampire, a vampire who had been starved for a long time.

Daisy also tried to help her get out of the interlayer between the two walls after she escaped from the trap, but it was useless. These bricks were filled with genuine concrete, and with her strength as a human girl, it was not enough to shake them.In the end, Daisy left without turning her head three times. Before leaving, she promised her that she would definitely bring someone to rescue her.

——After so many days, Daisy still hasn't come back.

Hunger makes it difficult for a vampire to maintain sanity.

Because her eyes were covered by something, she couldn't see anything, only her sense of smell was as keen as ever.

At this moment, her lips moved, revealing a bright red tongue.She licked her lips, "...are you here?"

Contrary to her appearance, her voice was very ugly, like the cry of a crow.

No one answered in the dark, she raised her voice and continued to question, "When are you going to come out? Don't hide, I know you are there."

This time, a woman's silver bell-like laughter finally sounded in the darkness.

The voice was originally extremely pleasant, but because the voice could not be seen, it abruptly became weird and terrifying.

The woman laughed louder and louder, as if she saw something funny, and finally couldn't breathe.

"get out!"

As if irritated by the laughter, the little vampire behind the wall hit the wall with her thin body, and the dust fell, accompanied by a strange burnt smell, "Get out, Brianna!"

The silver was burning her body, she didn't seem to care at all, she leaned out hard, "Brianna, get out, I know you are here!"

Whether it was being pointed at gunpoint by Hanger Willard or being thrown away by Daisy, she had never lost her composure like this.

"Stop." Another invisible person finally spoke, "If you continue like this, you may be burned to ashes by silver before you see me."

Sheila Webster really stopped struggling, but judging from the extent of her fangs retracting, she was still in a rage.

"How long are you going to play tricks?"

"I thought you could live a good life without me, but I didn't expect that man to treat you like this."

A certain patch of dust in the darkness gradually condenses into a thin silhouette.

"Silver was actually cast in the wall, just to trap you." The silhouette became thicker and thicker, and the woman's sleek body curves and hair tied into many small braids could be discerned gradually, "It's really terrible and terrible love .”

In the end, the silhouette turned into a tall, olive-oil-skinned woman.She has big eyes that seem to be talking, and a face that always looks sad and sad.

Only Sheila knew how good this woman was at deceiving others.

If she hadn't opened the door for her that afternoon, wouldn't all the misfortunes have happened?

The slim girl patted the dust off her body and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Sheila." She paused dramatically, "My dear 'daughter'."

Snowflakes fell from the gap in the gray sky again, blocking the sight communication between Karl and the girl who suddenly appeared.

The gray sky slanted on the two of them, and Carl took a step towards her hesitantly, "Daisy? Is that you?"

The girl whose name was called, Daisy Willard's body trembled violently, her cold expression turned into a complex expression between bewilderment and fear, as if she was at a loss as to why she was here.

"Daisy, what's wrong with you?" Carl took another step forward and was about to touch her body.

"I'm so scared." She tore her hair and stepped back, shaking her head. "I'm really scared, Carl, are you here?"

"I'm here."

Karl, who didn't know what she was afraid of, held out his hand to her in panic.

The vague shadows on the snow gradually became thicker, and countless tiny tentacles spread along the vast white snow.Carl pressed his brows together, forcing himself to keep this terrifying force within a safe range—Daisy's situation was bad enough, and he couldn't afford to risk shocking her again with his inhuman qualities.After the shadow under his feet became still again, he approached Daisy who was on the verge of losing control again.

Seeing that the two of them were about to make contact, she raised her head, her blue eyes flashed with a frightening light, and she snapped, "Don't come here! Just stand there and don't come near me again!"

Anyone with eyes could see that she was not in the right state. With the precedent of Sergeant Croft, Mr. Morrison hurried forward, grabbed Carl's arm very worriedly, and shook his head weakly at him.

— don't go there.

Carl, who understood the hint, took a deep breath, "Dad, I know, but she... she and Todd are a couple, and I swore to Todd that I would take good care of her."

At the mention of Todd's name, Mr. Morrison knew it was useless to say anything.

Todd's death has turned into a heavy cross, falling forever on Carl's back.As long as he doesn't stop breathing for a day, he will feel guilty and painful for it.

Carl held Mr. Morrison's hand, "I know, I will protect myself." He tried to smile, "Daisy is just an ordinary human being, it's okay."

Daisy Willard is just an ordinary human girl, but his essence is... Whether she is controlled by a vampire or otherwise, theoretically she can't hurt him at all.

The hand that was held slowly loosened, Karl nodded gratefully, and rushed to his friend who had fallen into madness.

"Daisy, it's me, what's wrong with you?"

Daisy, who was waving her hands back, accidentally bumped into a small stone, and fell to the solid snow unexpectedly.

Carl, who was afraid that something might happen to her, quickly followed her and knelt down to check her condition, "You..." Are you okay?

Before the words were spoken, Daisy moaned and made movement.

"Carl?" The pain made her calm down a little, and she barely opened her eyes to look at the person above, "Are you really Carl?" She wanted to touch his cheek, but she stopped abruptly halfway through her hand Down, frozen in mid-air, continuing is neither falling nor falling.

Carl, who didn't know what happened to her, nodded, and patiently answered her question, "Yes, I'm Carl, your friend Carl." In order to gain her trust, he held back the sudden sadness in his heart, "Remember Last year, me, you and Todd, the three of us played poker in my living room, and you lost a lot of games, until your dad came to pick you up..."

"Don't mention him!" Daisy, who had become docile, screamed the moment she heard the word "Dad", "Don't mention him! Don't mention this person!"

Carl fell silent, "I'm sorry, Daisy." It seemed that she already knew the truth about the man Hangel Willard, and was deeply shocked by it.

"Don't!" Daisy twisted her body like a relentless little girl, "Don't mention him!"

"Sorry, I won't mention that person again," Carl tried to pull her, "Get up, Daisy, you can come to my house...don't you want to talk to me? I will try to answer you seriously when I come to my house question."

Her body was abnormally hot, and after realizing this fact, Karl forcibly pulled her up without even caring about her resistance.

"You have a fever."

Only then did he have time to look at her carefully: she looked very bad, with chapped lips, disheveled hair, large dark circles under her eyes, and sunken cheeks that were once full.

"Daisy, you...what have you been through during this time?" He pulled her towards Mr. Morrison, "Go to my house, you need a good rest..."

"Carl?" Daisy rested most of her body weight on him, so he only had to turn around to see her eyes, "Don't come near me."

She repeated this sentence as if she was dreaming.

Don't go near her.

Carl, who hadn't understood the meaning of this sentence, was about to speak when he felt a tingling pain in his arm.

In order to fight against the extremely cold and cruel climate, the residents of the small town will wrap themselves tightly every winter, so according to common sense, it is difficult for ordinary foreign objects to harm their bodies.

But at this moment, Karl knew that this was not his illusion, something had really pierced into his body.

He lowered his head slowly, and saw that Daisy was holding a syringe-like metal needle in her hand, and the other end of the needle was stuck in his arm.

"What's wrong?" Daisy raised her head and asked in a childlike tone, "Why are you looking at me like this? Are you unhappy?"

She pushed the end of the needle hard, and the liquid inside was forcefully injected into his body, and the severe pain also spread.

There was no light in the once agile eyes.She is being manipulated.Such thoughts flashed through Karl's mind.

The shadow, who had been on the ground for a short time, did not have any obstacles this time, its elongated tentacles wrapped around Daisy's hands and feet, and forcibly pulled her away from him.

"What's going on?" Mr. Morrison, who had witnessed all this, hurried forward.

Carl lowered his eyes and pulled out the needle with his other hand, "That's probably it."

"what is this?"

Mr. Morrison looked at him in panic. "What did she do? Is there anything wrong with you?"

There was still a small half of the light red liquid in the needle tube, and it fell on the snow, like a flower that bloomed during the snow melting season and was crushed.

Except for the cold and hot touch when the liquid first entered his body, Carl could feel nothing at this moment.

He shook his head, "I don't know."

He didn't know what it was, but he had a terrible premonition.

Worse than finding out Todd had turned into a vampire.

"Then..." Then what should I do?Mr Morrison held his forehead.

"It's okay, you see I'm not fine now."

Carl took a few steps forward, the tentacles of the shadow slowly dissolving, he caught Daisy's body - at this moment she finally lost consciousness - hugged her, "Go home, Dad."

"But is that okay?"

In order to reassure his last relative, Carl picked up the needle and put it in his pocket, "I will ask him what it is when I see him again."

"He... still hasn't come to see you?"

Carl shook his head.No, not once.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't want to see Edgar, but he knew that the vampire had more things to do than being by his side all the time.

Find Ignatz Dulles and make him pay for the town's blood.

Then what?And then they just get out of here?

Before leaving here, Carl glanced back at his mother's tombstone one last time and mouthed goodbye.

"I'll come back to see you again."

Christmas is coming, and the town, which has been in a negative atmosphere because of the tragedy, finally has some festive colors.

It wasn't as deserted as it was when I came here, but when I went back, there were finally people on the street again.

On the way, Karl and the others passed the church, and found a long queue in front of the church, almost able to go from one end of the street to the other.

Because of his mother, Karl, who didn't like the church very much, glanced at it and found that most of them were women dressed as housewives and their children.This is rare.He asked his father on the side what was going on.

"What happened here?" He rarely saw the town's residents mobilize in groups like this. "Why are there so many people?"

It was as if people from half the town had gathered here.

Although he could understand that under the shadow of that panic incident, religion could indeed ease the fear in people's hearts, but it had been happening for a while, so why did it suddenly become like this?

Mr. Morrison went to talk to one of the women for a few words, and when he came back, his face was also full of doubts.

"I heard from the lady that they came for their own family."

Seeing the older man's face clearly, Karl left the noisy place voluntarily, and talked about it in another place.

Make sure that there is no one else in sight, Mr. Morrison coughed twice, "She said that the church determined that the incident was done by a vampire, and in order to protect the residents of the town, it decided to take the initiative to provide holy water to people, regardless of religious beliefs, Regardless of age and nationality, as long as you come and register, you can get holy water."

"Holy water?" Because of holding the unconscious Daisy, sweat broke out on Carl's forehead. He changed his hand and wiped off the sweat, "Why?"

Although the book said that holy water has a certain restraint effect on dark creatures, but vampires are not included.

Holy water can make vampires feel a little fear in a short time, but there are only three things that vampires are most afraid of: sunlight, peach wood, and silver.

"I don't know." Mr. Morrison shrugged, with an indifferent look on his face, "Probably for psychological comfort. I heard that some of them wanted to take the holy water once and wanted to take it a second time."

Except for the horrific murder 50 years ago, the town has always been so peaceful that everyone has forgotten what danger looks like.

That vampire-infested night sent everyone into a panic. Fearing that they would be the next victim, they turned to everyone and everything they could touch for comfort.

"hope so."

Carl lowered his head, tested Daisy's body temperature again, and found that it was even worse than before.

"Go back quickly."

He let out a hot breath, "She needs treatment."

After arriving home, the first thing Carl did was to take off his heavy coat and check the arm that had been stabbed.

"Is it okay? Do you feel something wrong?" Mr. Morrison leaned over worriedly to see what was going on. "What the hell is that?"

It took Karl a while to find the needle hole, which was almost invisible. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect. He felt that the skin was burning as painful, but it really didn't feel strange to the touch.

"I don't know." He pulled down his sleeves to cover the skin and block his father's sight. "If something happens, there seems to be nothing we can do, so forget it for now."

So far, he didn't feel any abnormality in his body, but it didn't ease the worry in his heart: why did Daisy do this?Who is manipulating her behind the scenes, is it the vampire named Ignatz?What happened to her during this time, and why is her physical condition so bad?

"Dad, do you still have the antibiotics from before? She has a fever. I don't know the cause, but it doesn't look good."

"Oh, there's one more thing..." Mr. Morrison stood up as if waking up from a dream, "You wait, I'll go find it for you. You can see if she has anything else to do first."

Carl took a glass of water from the kitchen, sat down on the side of the sofa, helped Daisy who was in a coma a little bit, and brought it to her dry and bloodless lips.

"Daisy, wake up, drink some water." He gently shook her body, hoping that she would recover a little sanity.

The unconscious girl's eyelids moved.

"No, I don't want to do this!" She waved her arms and almost knocked over the glass in Carl's hand, "Don't ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Hear the shrill screams from here.Mr. Morrison couldn't help asking loudly what happened here in the storage room next to him.

"It's okay." Carl put down the glass in his hand and turned to the restless girl, "Daisy, wake up, it's me, I'm fine, and no one will force you to do anything you don't want."

He pressed Daisy's hands and feet, and forcefully woke her up, "Daisy, wake up, it's me, not those who hurt you."

Just when he was about to give up and was about to switch to other methods, Daisy coughed violently, and then slowly opened her eyes.

She struggled to focus her gaze, "...Carl?" She called out the name uncertainly, "Are...are you okay?"

Carl nodded. "I'm fine." He didn't mind saying that if it made her feel better.

As for the mysterious liquid that was injected into his blood vessel, let's just treat it as something that never happened.

"What's wrong with me?" She turned her neck, "Where am I?"

Carl held her shoulders to keep her from moving, "You have a fever, so I brought you back to my house. Drink some water first."

"I have something to tell you." Daisy stared at him in panic, as if full of doubts about what he said earlier, "Are... are you really okay?"

Before Carl could speak, Mr. Morrison, who was looking for medicine, came back with the tin box in his arms.

"I brought the medicine." He looked around, "I'll go get you some food."

Carl took the box, "Thank you, Dad." He turned his attention to Daisy again, "Take the medicine first, then eat something, get some sleep, and we'll talk slowly when you get better."

In order to ease the tense atmosphere, he forced a smile, "I promise... I will take good care of you."

Seeing Karl's tendency to turn away, Daisy grabbed his hand in horror.

Carl looked back at her, "What's the matter?"

"Carl, please, I..." There was a look of pain on her face, as if her throat was strangled by an invisible hand, "I can't say, I can't say, I will die if I say it . . . But Karl, please, don't leave the house, don't go outside, please." She said the last words with great difficulty, and her voice was as low as a whisper.

"Don't leave the house, you really..." She couldn't continue, panting painfully, holding her throat, "Don't."

She let go of her hand, the palm was bright red, as if an invisible sharp knife had cut her throat.

"I swear to you, I won't leave the house."

She stared at him worriedly, and he raised his hand, "I won't, Daisy, trust me." He picked up the cup, "Take your medicine, then drink some soup, and go to sleep."

After taking the medicine, Daisy quickly closed her eyes, but her brows were still tightly wrinkled in her sleep.

Carl gives him a worried look, then catches his dad winking at him.

"I'm going back to work starting tomorrow..." They talked in another room, and Dad, facing guilt, said that his vacation was over, and if he didn't go back to work, it would be difficult for the family to run again.

"Are you okay at home alone?"

Because Karl may lose control at any time, it is impossible to go to school again.He shook his head, "No problem."

Mr Morrison sighed sadly, "I'm sorry I can't be with you all the time."

Carl gave him a hug. "Thank you, Dad."

"Okay, I still have some things to do, you go and look at the girl in the Willard family." Mr. Morrison sighed, "To be honest, I feel very sorry for her. It must not be easy to have such a father thing."

In the afternoon Karl played the cello for a long time in his room.

Ten years ago, when he had been adopted by the Morrisons, Mr. Ralph, the town cellist, had just retired from the orchestra and had been his governess ever since.

Mr. Ralph was a very gentle old gentleman, the only one who was serious about playing the cello.He had been studying with Mr. Ralph so long that Mr. Ralph had nothing new to teach him.

Regarding the future path, he once considered leaving the small town to apply for the Conservatory of Music, but at that time he considered his family background and other external factors, unlike now, he didn't even know whether he could still be regarded as a human being.

Due to lack of practice, he didn't pull very well at first, stuttering a bit, but then he gradually regained his usual fluency.

At this moment, only this one thing can make him feel a moment of peace.

By the time he got out of this desperate hesitation, the sky outside had already darkened, and he couldn't see the stars or the moon.

Dad was not at home, and there was a simple dinner on the table. He heated it up on the stove to force himself to eat every bite, and then went to the living room with the dried wood to see Daisy who was asleep.

The fire in the fireplace brightened up again after he added new wood. He patted the dust off his hands, walked to the sofa, and looked down at his friend's current situation.

Daisy hadn't woken up yet, but she seemed to be sleeping more deeply than before, and the sick flush on her cheeks had receded a little, and he put the wet towel on his head very worriedly.

In order to ensure that there was someone beside her as soon as she woke up, he sat on the armchair beside her and read a book.

Maybe it was because the armchair was too soft and the fire was too warm, so he dozed off after a while.

This time he didn't dream of the endless corridor in the dream, and he didn't dream of the weird creature at the end of the corridor. He dreamed of something even more bizarre.

In this dream, he repeatedly saw a blond figure—he couldn't see the face clearly, but he could see that this person grew from a child to a tall and straight youth under his gaze.

He thought, looking at the young man, he loved this man.

Love but can't touch, so every move is full of deep powerlessness.

"..." Just as he was about to call out that person's name, a cold hand fell on the corner of his eye, waking him up from his dream.

"Why are you crying?"

The vampire asked in a non-emotional tone. He rubbed the corners of his eyes and opened them in a daze. It took him some time to realize that the person in front of him was Edgar, who had disappeared for a long time.

"It's nothing." He struggled to get up from the seat, "I had a weird dream."

It's just that the feeling of tears streaming down his face won't be very good, he found something to dry his tears, "Have you finished dealing with those things?"

Edgar saw the girl sleeping on the sofa and didn't speak.

"She has an aura that I hate very much."

Speaking of which, Carl knew he should be able to see what happened to Daisy.

"Edgar, I have something to tell you." He whispered to the vampire, and after making sure the vampire had noticed him, he repeated to him exactly what happened in the morning.

Finally, he found the needle tube from his pocket, and the light red liquid was almost dried up, leaving pale traces in the tube.

"That's it... I don't know what she injected me with, but I always feel that it's not a good thing."

Although he has no symptoms so far, he just can't let go.

"She was manipulated." Edgar took the needle and took a look at it without seeing what was going on. "I will investigate the specific ingredients of this. From what you said, she looks like she was manipulated, and there are incidental signed a non-disclosure agreement."

"Non-disclosure agreement?"

"It's her throat," said Edgar flatly. "If she tries to tell a secret, her vocal cords are torn, and if she tries to write, her fingers are snapped. And so on. "

Fortunately he prevented Daisy from continuing.

Karl fell silent, shadows spread wildly on the wall, Edgar glanced at him before he tried hard to take them back.

He didn't know who did such an outrageous thing to Daisy, but if he found out, he would definitely not let this person go.

Edgar didn't continue the topic, "A terrible thing is about to happen."

Edgar's face was serious, "Although it's very faint, I can smell that this small town is about to be completely enveloped by evil aura."