blame you for being so attractive

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you, Gabriel! How did you get here? Hey, what's wrong with your nose?"

The girl opened the door, her dark head was shrouded in the dim light of the street lamp, with a watery light, her lively eyes rested on Gabriel's face, smiling and surprised, whoever it was if it wasn't Paula.

"Uh, uh...I fell on the way home from get off work!" Gabriel scratched his head, and said, "I didn't expect to meet you here, Paula... Excuse me, is there a Mr. Marlowe around here?"

Paula froze for a moment, then cast a probing look: "What do you want him for?"

"Em...some things need to be discussed." Gabriel also kept a secret look on his face.

The two looked at each other for two seconds, and Paula asked again: "Can someone introduce you?"

"John Constantine."

"Ah." Hearing this name, Paula's expression became relaxed, as if the two had reached some kind of passable code.She took two steps back, making room for Gabriel to come in.

"Thanks, Paula." Gabriel stepped over the high threshold, nodding to Paula.

Paula leaned half of her body out of the door and looked around. After finding nothing unusual, she retreated to the door, gently closed the door, and locked it.

Behind the door is a short doorway, with candles flickering on the wall, reflecting the faces of the two people as red as clouds of fire. Paula smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Come with me."

After walking out of the doorway, there was a yard filled with clear sunlight and the shadows of trees whirling. Gabriel saw clearly that Paula was wearing a white robe, which reached to the instep, and a light brown velvet cloth was slanted over her shoulders. Used by her as a shawl.

The yard is not big, and the stone-paved road is a bit rough. Gabriel looked at a low building in front of him, similar to a tavern in Morocco. The trees and roofs near the house were wrapped with small colored light bulbs, but the electricity has been cut off now, and only the window reveals a faint light. It is peaceful and blurred. , like a whale above the deep sea quietly watching the vast starry sky.

There were several sets of upholstered tables and chairs in the house, and the wooden floors rattled when stepped on.At this moment, an old and slow voice was heard from somewhere other than this house:

"Who is that?"

Paula raised her voice, "It's a friend of mine, teacher."

Just as he was talking, Paula had already led Gabriel to turn in through the small door on the side of the coffee house, through the back kitchen, and to the door of a smaller room.

Dim yellow light shines through the door, like a small tuft of fur shed by an orange cat.

In the center of the house is a large bed, with a few old books scattered around, and some black and white photos hanging on the wall, all of which are still there. They look yellower under the light, but it can be seen that they are still carefully preserved.There is a writing desk against the wall, which is full of manuscripts, newspapers, books, and several different dip pens and ballpoint pens, but obviously the curly bearded old man in a gray jacket prefers the ancient dip pens - at the moment in his hand Just hold one.

"Friend?" The old man turned his slender body and lifted his antique glasses. His hale and hale eyes fell on the strange girl behind Paula through his cloudy eyes.

Gabriel moved to the side, showing his whole body, and smiled politely and calmly: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Marlowe. I'm Gabriel, Paula's colleague."

Marlowe... oh, it was really him, no mistake.

Paula interjected, "It was Constantine who introduced her, that's why I let her in, teacher."

"Ah, that kid." Mr. Marlowe muttered, his wrinkled, freckled, and veiny hand stretched out for the crutches beside him, and Paula hurried forward to hold him up, helping him stand up tremblingly.

Mr. Marlowe hugged Gabriel and pressed her cheeks lightly. Although it was not very convenient for him to move, he still insisted on being a gentleman.

"Why did you come here?" Mr. Marlowe pointed to a chair beside him, motioning her to sit down, "I'm afraid it's not because of my work? Hehehe." He glanced at Paula, as if confirming Has his new work leaked out yet.

"Uh, actually, no." Of course Gabriel knew that Mr. Marlowe was a great poet, but she didn't have time to ask him about literature, at least tonight.

Gabriel originally hid something from Paula because of his visit to the vampire, but when he walked in here, he discovered that the old and the young are obviously friends who are too close to each other, or a relationship called "master-student". I know the root and the bottom, so there is no need for many scruples and obscurity when speaking here.

"Mr. Marlowe, to tell you the truth, I took the liberty of disturbing you tonight because of my love. Her name is Eve, she has been out of blood for a few days, and I'm afraid she won't survive if she doesn't get resupply, so... ..." She opened her messenger bag, took out two large rolls of notes from it, and put them on the desk, "Please!"

Both Marlowe and Paula were taken aback.

"Gabriel, you and a vampire are lovers! But yourself..." Paula was a little surprised.

"I am human."

Gabriel has been able to state her identity in an understatement, and no longer hates the fact that "I am a human being" as much as before. It can be said that she has reached a certain kind of identification and reconciliation with her current self. Unknowingly, subtly, maybe , This is the power of life itself.

"Uh, of course, of course you are..." Paula was momentarily surprised and confused.

"Eve..." Mr. Marlowe whispered thoughtfully, "Um...a beautiful name."

"Even more so in person! Mr. Marlowe, if you met her, you would love her! Not only is she beautiful, but she is innocent and lovely! She is kind, big-hearted, and loves life, and, moreover, she loves literature and art as much as you do No matter what, Mr. Marlowe, I can't let her do anything! She must live, she must! If...if the money is not enough...we have more! Please..."

But Marlowe interrupted her with a smile at this moment: "Girl, don't panic. You don't need so much money. You can indeed buy a lot of blood with this money, but it's better to eat this kind of food fresh. So, one roll is enough, there is one roll left, you take it back, next time."

Ah, next time?

"Then, this deal is concluded?" So smooth? !

Gabriel took the money in a daze, and the expression on his face changed from blankness to surprise in an instant. His heart, which had been tightened because of worrying about Eve, was like an umbrella that was suddenly opened, and finally stretched and flattened.She was so excited that she almost shed tears. She couldn't help but threw herself at Mr. Marlowe and hugged him tightly: "Mr. Marlowe, thank you for your generosity! Thank you so much!"

Mr. Marlowe still smiled indifferently: "Thank you, I'm just doing something for money." He glanced at Paula and motioned her to get the blood plasma.During this gap, he looked at Gabriel's slightly pale complexion, and said kindly: "You don't look very good either."

Paula left in response, and came back soon, holding a bag in her hand, handing it to Gabriel, smiling: "Here you are."

Gabriel quickly took it, opened a slit slightly, and glanced inside. When he saw the bright red and magnificent liquid, his heart almost jumped out.She quickly closed the bag, thanked Marlowe again, and gave Paula a goodbye hug.

Marlowe told Paula: "It's getting late, please see her off."

Gabriel was walking home so fast that Eve would die if he was too late.This night, she ran around with her injuries, so that when she returned home, her eyes were a little dark.

Maybe she should add some blood too?Thinking of this, she laughed herself, and when she smiled, she realized that her heart was brightened, and the frustration that had covered her heart like a cloud before was all dissipated by this bag of plasma—Eve was finally saved, and she She was also saved, and she no longer had to worry about the possibility of losing Eve at any time. They finally survived the desperate situation and survived.

In the bedroom behind the cafe, Mr. Marlowe sat back in the chair in front of the writing desk, and Paula sorted out the manuscript for him beside him, yawning as he sorted it out.

"Hopeless love, difficult love, looking at each other, like coasts and islands." Mr. Marlowe sighed suddenly.

"Huh? Teacher, are you reciting a poem? Do you need me to write down these two sentences?" Paula hurriedly woke herself up for a nap, and was about to record it with a pen.

"No. I'm just, a little emotional. Your friend, and her vampire lover... No matter how you think about it, it feels a bit tragic." Marlowe pondered slowly.

Gabriel didn't even change his shoes, he went straight up to the second floor and into the bedroom.She left the door after she had settled Eve, and when she entered the door, she saw that Eve's thin back curled up in the same posture as before.Maybe she was really too hungry and weak to move her body even an iota of strength.

Gabriel felt distressed, but she no longer felt anxious before. She pursed her lips and smiled, and walked quickly to the bed: "Little thing, the big meal is here!"

And Eve didn't move for a while, and seemed to be asleep. Gabriel turned up the volume again, calling her several times, shaking her shoulders at the same time.However, Eve remained motionless and silent, as if she were just a sculpture.

Gabriel panicked, shook Eve harder, and called her name louder, but Eve never responded, no response, no response! Gabriel's whole body stiffened, as if someone had poured a basin of ice water on his head, and even his toes were frozen into ice lumps.Her heartbeat almost stopped, and an extremely ominous guess that she desperately wanted to expel from her mind rose up little by little...

She mustered up her courage, and finally turned Eve's curled up body over. The thin cheeks that had lost all blood color finally smashed her last line of defense completely.Her knees gave way and she slid straight to the floor.

"Eve! Don't!"