the culprit

That day, Felix seemed to want to stay in the snow for a while longer, but Cyril, who was afraid that his body would be eroded by the skylight, stubbornly pushed him into the house with fear.The boy hid his hand in his bosom all the time, pinching his fingers tightly until they returned to the room, until Felix took off the cloak with one hand, the boy still grabbed him habitually, ignoring his sleeves Stained with blood.

Felix withdrew his hand, letting the bright red blood drip down his fingers.Cyril was so persistently staring at the bleeding hand, still sobbing, but the tears had subconsciously stopped.He said he would bandage Felix, and the man casually wiped the blood with his other hand, covering the part where the bone was exposed, and refused lukewarmly.

Felix is ​​always trying to avoid human contact.

Cyril knew that this was not an illusion, but he didn't understand why Felix was willing to cooperate with him in the show, and was willing to talk so much with him, even to clean up all the sins he had borne.

Felix has an unpredictable heart.

The teenager wiped away the remaining tears on his face with his hand, trying to find something that could wrap Felix's hand.The vampire seemed a little bored, and chased him out loudly.He was apprehensive, swaying from side to side for a long time, finally mustered up the courage to go to Felix, pulled off his collar, and asked him if he could recover immediately after sucking blood.

The boy's actions made Felix's eyes dim, and at this moment he thought of his younger brother Aaron.

In the 30 to [-] years after he lost all his relatives, he will always think of that period of hopeless escape. He can't forget the shoes his younger brother stole for him, and he can't forget the hands that his sister held tightly when he fell asleep. , he couldn't forget the long silence when his sister died on his back, and the last words of his brother's martyrdom... It was too sad, so he spent more time to forget.He is a vampire, but he is incompatible with his own race because of his childhood experience, but he is a monster, and he will never return to human beings.During his long wanderings, he finally got used to being alone, and he finally stopped thinking about his adoptive parents, his younger sister and younger brothers.

Even if he still subconsciously treats children kindly and ridiculously, at least he will not take the initiative to think about those sad and painful pasts.

But the boy in front of him destroyed everything.

Whenever the boy offered to suck his blood, he would think of his brother who died in his arms.That was the younger brother who tolerated all his filth, the younger brother who was willing to keep secrets for him, and the boy who was willing to dedicate his last life to him.

This made him very confused.

He knows all the facts, remembers every past, but still can't help but want to get comfort from this boy, and still tries to relive the beginning of his life through the boy, and make up for those irreparable regrets and tragedies many years ago.

Raising his bloody hand, he roughly pushed the boy out of the door. He closed the door and locked it abnormally.

Anyway, they are not the same.He has learned enough lessons from humans, and now this contract relationship is purely convenient, and he doesn't have to worry too much before it ends.

He was also completely tired after being made such a fuss by Cyril.The eroded right hand couldn't stop bleeding for a while, and it would take a while for the flesh to heal.In fact, the boy's guess was right, he would grow well soon after sucking blood, but he was not the kind of vampire who liked to suck blood.It sounded weird and ridiculous, and he guessed it was probably his punishment for killing his own brother.

After reading half of the book, he forgot where he saw it. He sat back on the chair and looked for paragraphs and pages. The pages were stained with blood. The only thing he should be thankful for was that the words on it were not covered.

The closed door was banging loudly. It seemed that the boy he accidentally saved was a stubborn guy.

Felix sighed.

Stop thinking about that kid.

Forget it.

That's not brother.

Cyril, who was outside the door, heard the sound of the door being locked, pushed it a few times, and found that Felix had indeed locked the door, then beat the door hard without giving up.He couldn't explain why he was so persistent. Felix was a monster living here, a different kind, and he survived only by Uncle Heken's blood.And in the future, if he fails to escape, the person who supports this vampire will become him.

Cyril was very clear that he hated such a fate. He knew that he would try his best to leave here and the Muller family. He didn't care what happened to the vampires in the future.

But now he threw himself on this door and beat it like crazy, the purpose was just to let the vampire suck his own blood.

Probably the vampire's rhetoric moved him.A vampire knows what he wants, and he can give it with his lips.

The boy beat until his palms turned red, and he insisted on calling the vampire's name.

But what he couldn't deny was that he was indeed moved. After that snowy night, he was saved by a vampire again.And now that the vampire is bleeding because of his injury, it is not unreasonable to give him some blood.

Cyril slammed on the door.

He knew it was ridiculous, but he was really worried about Felix.

He worried that the wound would widen, that Felix's entire body would be corroded.

And now he had to admit that besides Mary, Felix was the second person who offered him favors.

After patting hard for a while, there was still no feedback or movement in the room, and the door was still locked.Panting, Cyril sat cross-legged at the door of the room, spread out her painful and numb hands, and found that her palms were already flushed.He clasped his hands and gently rubbed them a few times, rubbing his painful palms while thinking about how to make Felix's wound heal sooner.

Uncle Heken was ill, if he was sucked blood now, he wondered if his condition would get worse.

Felix had sucked the blood of horses before, so it was not difficult to steal the horse, but now he probably couldn't trick Felix out, and it was even more impractical to bring the horse here.

Among the three servants, Old Jack and the cook were too old, and Doris was relatively young, but if he really wanted to trick her here to let Felix suck blood, he felt that it was too despicable and lowly.

The boy sighed helplessly, his mind was spinning fast when he was plotting against his classmates, why he couldn't think of a way at this time.

He was alone again at dinner, the cook was sick, and Doris cooked the food.The maid's cooking skills are not very good, and she looks very uneasy when serving dinner on the table.Cyril is not picky about food, although the taste is indeed unsatisfactory, but he still obediently eats it up.

When he finally wiped his mouth, he suddenly thought of the bowl of soup that Felix made for him. Now that he thought about it, the taste was actually better than that made by Doris.For a moment, Cyril couldn't tell whether it was Doris' cooking that was too bad, or Felix's cooking skills were really not satisfactory.

Afterwards, he went upstairs alone to Felix's room, pushed the door quietly, and found that it was still locked.He sat down at the door again dejectedly, thinking about other ways to heal Felix's injury faster, while secretly hoping that the vampire would get rid of the bad habit of locking the door soon, and it would be best to just leave the door ajar like in the past .

I don't know how long I stayed at the door. The temperature dropped rapidly after nightfall. Cyril bent her knees and curled up her body tightly, hugging her calves with her hands and burying her face between her knees, hoping to keep her body warm.Felix is ​​always active at night. Mary told him before that Felix often goes to the study to read in the middle of the night, and maybe he will open the door and come out after a while.

Cyril, who was waiting in the winter night, was cold and sleepy. He pressed his cold cheeks to his knees, tried his best to prop up his heavy eyelids, and prayed for Felix to open the door quickly.His arms and feet were numb from the cold, and every movement he made felt like a bug bite.He half-closed his eyes sleepily, and slowly squeezed his arms and calves with his hands, as if his whole body was tied by two ropes, and he was forced to swing back and forth in sleepiness and pain.

At this moment, the door behind him creaked open.The boy leaning against the door didn't have time to adjust his center of gravity, and his whole body fell backwards.Both legs reflexively lifted up and kicked twice, and then the body was caught by a pair of hands.He looked up and met Felix's eyes, and this time, he could read some emotions from them.

Felix carried Cyril into the room and wrapped him tightly in a blanket as he had done for the past few days.Cyril struggled sleepily in the blanket a few times, poked his head out and grabbed Felix's right hand with both hands.There was no candle in the room, and it was so dark that he couldn't see anything. The young man didn't dare to use too much force. He carefully rubbed his fingers against the skin until his fingertips touched a sticky patch. Then he hurriedly stopped and retracted his fingers hastily.

"How long will it take?"

"Soon." Felix stuffed Cyril's hands back into the blanket, urging him to sleep in a deep voice.The young man let out an "um" in a thick nasal voice, fell down on the bed and rolled over a few times, mumbled "I'll give you my blood" in a daze, and soon fell asleep.

Felix glanced at Cyril again in the darkness, turned around and picked up the cloak on the floor and covered it on the blanket.

The vampire's senses are sharper than humans, and he can hear when Cyril leaves and when he comes back. He thought that the boy would go back to his room to rest when he was sleepy, but unexpectedly he was able to sit and watch until late at night.During the day, he found that his body temperature was not normal. Although he really wanted to make up his mind and let him sleep outside the door overnight, but listening to the sound of sleepy breathing outside the door, the book on his lap was closed and opened again. I closed it again, and repeated it several times, telling myself not to meddle in my own business, and worrying that the night chill would make my condition worse, and I still couldn't get over the unbearable feeling in my heart.

As he walked towards the desk, he could still hear Cyril's breathing in his sleep.

The vampire, who hadn't had any emotional relationship with human beings for many years, suddenly felt a little shaken and uneasy.