the culprit

Felix wakes up after dark.The wind pierced through the cracks of the open windows, and was squeezed by the crowded narrow corridor, making a sharp and sinister howl.He got out of bed and closed the window tightly. He raised his hand to gather up the loose long hair, but he couldn't find the hair tie.

Soon the manor will fall into a deep sleep. It is inevitable for a person to be lonely, but he is used to loneliness. It doesn’t matter if there is no one to talk to, or even no books to read. At worst, he will lie back on the bed and sleep until the count’s next letter. arrival.

He found the red hair tie under the bed, and while tying his hair, he thought that Old Jack and Cyril should be back, and was about to go and have a look, but he heard a knock on the door.

Opening the door, the boy outside was still wearing an ill-fitting shirt, with layers of fabric piled up on his arms, and a pair of white hands holding a heavy cloak.Felix took his cloak without saying a word. Although he didn't ignore the weird tension on Cyril's face, he didn't take the initiative to ask. He thanked him and didn't let him into the room, just asked casually. Whether to buy the desired clothes.

The vampire's messy blond hair was tied casually and hastily. Cyril frowned as he looked at the tangled ends of the hair, and gave a perfunctory "Hmm". behind the door panel.The vampire looked a little surprised, but he just raised his eyebrows, without asking the reason, turned around and threw the cloak on the bed, walked to the table and took out a book from the pile of books above, as if acquiescing to his behavior.

Those boys in the school are very calculating, pretending to be pitiful and then being cute, coaxing them into thinking that he succumbed, coaxing them to be more unscrupulous to his bullying, and then deliberately exposing their injuries to the dormitory supervisor, be patient, After a few times, they can be solved together.Of course, it's not that he didn't think of a more vicious method, but that will inevitably require more victims-the only person he can fully control is himself, and one more outsider will increase the risk, so why not just follow his own pace slowly Come.

He hadn't been afraid of the boys who bullied him since he was ten, and he was no longer afraid of Uncle Hickey.In his mind, they are the same kind of people, they are fierce and gentle, and they can easily see through their minds.

Those who can guess and understand are not terrible.

It is scary not to know what monster is hiding under the bed.

The empty eyes are even more tense.

Cyril leaned against the door behind and took several deep breaths, tensed her body and stared at Felix who was reading quietly by the faint candlelight in the cold room without a fireplace.A word flowed from the throat to the tip of the tongue and was swallowed by him again and again, so many times, the words were crushed by his clenched jaw and clenched teeth, and the breath in the nasal cavity was intermittent and fragmented. He opened his mouth and finally opened his mouth slightly Breathing out the vampire's name.

Felix looked up from the book and turned to look this way.The room was too dark, and Cyril couldn't see his eyes clearly, so his tightened heart relaxed a little.His cold hands clenched his cuffs tightly, and he mustered up the courage to walk towards Felix. When he finally stood in the candlelight, he was already drenched in sweat.

The portrait of my mother when she was young hangs in the former home. In the painting, she wears an exquisite and expensive pearl necklace, with her left hand in lace gloves resting on her right arm, and she looks gently at the people staring at her outside the painting.She is a woman as beautiful as a lily. The servants once whispered that the unsmiling earl wrote no less than a hundred love poems in pursuit of his wife when he was young. Now he can also become a famous poet.

Uncle Hucken also said when he was drunk that he was becoming more and more like his mother.

Cyril raised his hand uncertainly and touched his face.He was close enough to Felix to see his eyes clearly.

Empty eyes are stressful.

He told himself that Felix was just like that pastor, and he told himself that only by doing so could he win back his father's love, that his father would realize his importance, and realize that the past dislike and hatred were unreal illusions .

Father will realize that he was wrong in the past.

One of Felix's hands rested casually on the open book, his fingertips pressed against the edge of the page, and his index finger curled slightly to fill in the book gap.His fingers were slender, with well-proportioned joints, and his neatly trimmed nails had round curves, which made Cyril's heart tighten for no reason.The boy slowly raised his hand, his fingers timidly hidden in his sleeve, he took a deep breath, and finally mustered up the courage to hold that hand.

He grabbed it and leaned over to kiss the cold palm.

The candle was flickering, but he still didn't dare to look up at Felix, but he held that hand more forcefully, closed his eyes and pressed his lips against the vampire's cold cheek.He didn't dare to say anything, didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, his legs approached cautiously, trying to climb onto Felix's lap.

That's what the rumors spread like the plague, the boy sat on the priest's lap, and there were countless finger marks on the ****'s back.

He remembered the angry face of the father, and the fingers wiping away the boy's tears.The priest who led the lost lamb took the boy to hell, and the father who had made him heartbroken rescued him from the fire.

Cyril kicked the book away from Felix's lap with his knees, and the hard-covered spine hit the floor with a "boom", his body was shaken violently, and his closed eyes immediately closed even tighter. tight.He repeated kissing Felix blankly and fearfully, not knowing what else he could do.He was still holding one of Felix's hands, but he couldn't confirm where the other hand was at the moment. He could only grab the other's clothes cautiously and clumsily. It took a long time before he finally remembered whether he should Take off your shirt.

It was freezing cold in the room.

He hesitated for a moment.

Finally, trembling, he undid the button.

In front of those seniors who forced him to wear skirts, he took them off very frankly, and he didn’t even feel ashamed or afraid when he suggested that the seniors take off their pants. At that time, he could concentrate on thinking about how to get out and let these bastards go smoothly, but now He couldn't even stop the trembling of his body.

The shirt slipped off his body and down Felix's legs to the floor.Cyril hugged Felix subconsciously in the cold, but found that his body was actually colder than her own.Secretly regretting his impulsiveness, Felix, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stood up holding him.He let out a short cry in panic, subconsciously opened his eyes and looked down, Felix's face was caught in his shadow, those unfathomable green eyes were dimmed at the moment, and no emotion could be seen, but there was a smile on his lips Yes, two sharp canines were pressed against the soft lower lip, looking ferocious and evil.

Seeing this smile, Xi Ruier's scalp became tight and his back went numb, like countless spiders stretching out their long legs and stepping on his back to climb upwards.He was so frightened that he only remembered to hold on to Felix's clothes so he couldn't move, and he couldn't remember calling for the servant downstairs.

Felix carried him onto the bed, the back of his head sank into the soft pillow, the chill tangled in his full stomach, he subconsciously bent his knees and put his legs together, and when Felix leaned down, he closed his hands tightly again head.

The wrist was firmly held by the slender and well-proportioned fingers, the cold breath swept over the chin, and the side of the neck like insect wings.The other party's soft hair fell on his cheek, and he was vibrated by the sudden touch, and two vague and broken moans came out of his throat.A hand suddenly touched his ankle, and he took off his shoes and socks neatly.

"what do you want?"

The soft lips were attached to the side of the neck, and the skin was painfully pressed by the sharp canine teeth. The vampire's voice was like a multi-legged reptile burrowing into the ears along the body.The young man was shaking badly in the shackles, biting his lip and did not answer Felix's question, his limbs that began to struggle and resist did not know whether it was because of the cold or because of fear and disgust.

There was a tingling pain, the breath of the vampire was getting closer, and the moist touch soaked the cold skin.An indescribable feeling of dizziness or sleepiness struck, and the breathing was forced to become long and deep.Cyril quietly opened his eyes with fear, and the vampire was burying his head on his neck, and the blond hair that was not completely restrained by the headband was spreading on his white and thin chest like water.

Those rumors are like the plague.

The ambiguous eyes and obscene smiles of the boys.

The embarrassing expression on the headmaster's righteous words, and the teachers' gazes deliberately looking out the window.

It was as if a disobedient spoon had been inserted into the heavy stomach, and it stirred wildly. He sobbed for forgiveness, his hands broke away from the vampire's hand, and pushed his shoulders resistingly.But Felix seemed to have already tacitly agreed that he was willing to dedicate himself to him, brushing his hand away, making a threatening guttural sound.

The half-naked teenager lay trembling on the spacious bed, the spoon in his stomach became more and more unscrupulous because of Felix's toughness, he couldn't help retching, his face was flushed red from the pain in his chest.He choked up, and suddenly grabbed Felix's hair and roughly pulled him away with a courage that came from nowhere, and before he could get out of bed, he vomited on the sheet.

Felix let him go at last, and wrapped him tightly in the blanket without saying a word.He lowered his head and wiped the tears off his face on the blanket, biting his lip and daring not to speak.Felix opened the door and went out, but in a moment led old Jack and Doris in.Seeing the vampire approaching again, the boy hugged him with a blanket before he could dodge.Afraid of being seen naked, he tried his best to shrink into Felix's arms, the hole in his neck seemed to be still bleeding out, and he didn't care about it anymore, just grabbed the blanket and covered his head together live.

Doris first lit a few candles, sighed in embarrassment after seeing the filth on the bed, suppressed the smell and changed the sheets for Felix. A man holding a teenager.Old Jack stood aside doing nothing, thinking that it would be enough for Doris to do this kind of thing alone, so why call him.But he was very interested in what just happened here. He carefully avoided Felix's sight, scanned the room cautiously, and finally saw the shirt that had fallen beside the chair.

Felix was fully dressed at this time, the shirt more like the one Cyril wore during the day.

This discovery suddenly revived the already drowsy old man. He controlled his gaze restraintly, making sure that his eyes would not make Felix suspicious. He walked over to pick it up as if he had just discovered the shirt, and held it in his hand. hand, looked up at Felix.

The vampire still had that indifferent face.

He looked at the boy wrapped in the blanket again.

The boy's face was covered by the blanket, and his expression was invisible. His upper body was tightly wrapped, and it was unknown if he was really naked.

But one of the legs was sticking out of the blanket.Socks and shoes fell by the bed.

The old servant who couldn't speak suddenly tightened the cloth in his hand.