the culprit

Felix did not return until three days after Hearken received the letter.

Hucken went to the brothel again, and the room was empty.For so many years, every time Felix came back, the servants knew to stay away, they didn't want to be bitten through the neck by the monster.

Felix gasped and exited from Heken's room. The urgent hunger and the pain from the wound made him lose his temper in a rare way. He raised his blood-stained hand and knocked over a vase at the door.It would be fine if it was just an ordinary weapon. When the opponent raised his dagger and stabbed it, he recognized that it was a sterling silver weapon.The blade pierced through the cloth and pierced into the stomach. Strength and will flowed faster than the blood. The sharp canine teeth grew uncontrollably and pierced the lips.He bit off the opponent's neck and sucked up the blood. The dagger was still stuck in the side, and he didn't dare to move it, so he staggered back all the way.

Someone had to draw the dagger.

Only Heken's blood is useful.

The scorching pain made Felix gasp for breath, and he rarely broke out in sweat.Annoyed, he kicked down the table on which the vase was placed, tightened his cloak tremblingly, and was about to go out to look for Heken, but he heard a rush of footsteps behind him, and before he could turn around, he was already held by a hand.

Cyril had been staying in the study.

I was in a good mood these two days, because my father suddenly changed his mind and agreed with him to continue his studies.Although I don't know what kind of consideration my father has, but the fact itself is enough to make people happy.But he regretted his recklessness, he shouldn't be in such a hurry to give Felix the collection of poems, that book is too old, if he knew that he could continue to study, he would definitely buy a new one for Felix, Instead of giving up your favorite book to someone you like.

Felix went out again, and no one accompanied him to read books these two days, and he was embarrassed to steal back the collection of poems he had given away, so he had to find a few old collections of poems from his uncle's study and copy poems.

The sound of the vase shattering caught his attention.

At first he thought it was Doris and didn't want to bother, but then he heard another loud noise, which seemed to be the sound of a table falling to the ground.

Not much for Doris.

He put down the pen in his hand and trotted away following the sound, and when he was almost at the door, he saw a black figure about to go out.He didn't even have time to think about it, he rushed over and grabbed him.

Felix, who turned his head back, was terribly pale, with a few strands of blond hair sticking to his cheeks with sweat, his lips were covered with small wounds, and his long canine teeth seemed unable to retract.

The young man who noticed the difference immediately stepped forward to support Felix, and when he got close to him, he realized that something hard was pressing on his ribs.Felix gasped even more for a moment, exhaling from his nasal cavity mixed with a sharp whistling sound, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a broken moan escaped from between his lips that could not be closed.

Cyril suddenly became tense, and his body immediately cooled down.He swallowed and lifted Felix's cloak, and saw a silver dagger still stuck in Felix's flank, and the surrounding clothes had already been soaked in blood, congealed into scarlet spots of different shades.

Having never seen such a bloody scene, Cyril couldn't help taking a deep breath, and hurriedly wanted to help Felix kill the dagger.Unexpectedly, Felix pushed him away forcefully, tried his best to maintain his composure and indifference, tightened his cloak and wanted to go out.

The boy chased after him unwillingly, and pulled back the vampire who was about to step into the sun.He hugged Felix's neck on tiptoe, trying to bring his neck close to his lips.Although he didn't understand why Felix's canine teeth could not be retracted and could only be exposed, he guessed that it must be related to the injury to the flank.Vampires have a resilience that humans cannot match, but without blood, they may be more vulnerable than humans.

They don't grow old, but die.

Thinking of this, Cyril shuddered suddenly, and pressed Felix to himself even harder.He grabbed the other person's hair and roughly dragged him towards him, but he murmured begging words almost helplessly.He said "Please" and "I'll give you my blood", and put his hand on the vampire's neck, which was like ice and snow but covered with a layer of sweat.

He felt Felix's breath on the side of his neck, cold, heavy, and urgent.The vampire cupped his face in a cold hand, and it made him nervous, his heart beating so fast that he might faint at any moment, but he knew it wasn't from fear.

It was because of Felix's closeness.

He couldn't figure out the reason for his almost sacrificial urgency.

He also remembered the pain and fear of being bitten by Felix years ago.

But now he knew that he was looking forward to that moment, hard teeth and dry but still soft lips pressed against his neck, which made him subconsciously hug Felix's neck even harder.

The canine teeth pierced the skin and plunged into the blood vessels, and the body became stiff in the unbearable rough pain.The boy began to pant, his limbs became weak, and he was pushed against the wall by the vampire.With the loss of blood, the cold gradually invaded the body, and his consciousness slowly began to blur. He remembered that snowy night, when he woke up in front of a strong fire, Felix brought a bowl of hot soup.

The boy thought of sleeping next to Felix, of him with a blanket wrapped around his upper body, of him tacitly acquiescing to his use.

He couldn't figure out Felix.

Can't fathom his temper.

But I still want to get close to him and get to know him.

"Please……"

The boy murmured, but he didn't even know what he said.

The weight on his body was suddenly removed, the lips, teeth and hands that stayed on his body left one after another, the sounds that had gradually gone away became clear again, and he heard Felix's panting sound again, and this time, He even heard the surprise, regret and unreasonable anger in it.

"Don't come near me."

Felix's voice was hoarse and indistinct, and the boy guessed it must be because of those two pairs of teeth that were in the way.He looked at Felix while touching the side of his neck that was still bleeding. At this moment, he had the illusion that the vampire was in a panic.When he saw Felix put on his cloak again and went out without looking back, he was startled, his chaotic consciousness suddenly became more than half awake, but when he stepped on the stage and chased him out, he had long since disappeared.

Cyril stared impatiently under the porch for a while, then suddenly ran to the stable.

He had heard from his uncle that because of Felix he had to spend a fortune extra every year on horses.

Powerless from blood loss and limbs weak, Cyril ran all the way out of breath. When he finally reached the stable, when he looked up, he saw Felix tear open the neck of a struggling horse with his long nails, and the blood flowed Falling down like a huge gap, Felix, wrapped in black, leaned over and bit through the exposed blood vessels of the horse in the shadows. After a while, he seemed to think that the horse was struggling too hard, so he let go and bent over. I went down and twisted one of its legs.

The horse neighed and fell.

His footsteps stopped abruptly, and an indescribable emotion flooded his chest.Cyril stared at the greedy Felix not far away with his eyes wide open, and a voice in his head shouted hoarsely.

That's really a monster.

The image of Felix ripping off the horse's neck and breaking the horse's legs was repeated in his mind over and over again, interspersed with those remaining good memories. The steaming bowl was no longer soup, but mixed with broken bones and meat. crumbs of blood.

Cyril couldn't help but leaned over and retched.

That's really a monster.

He supported his thighs with his hands, vomited until there was pain in his chest and throat, and he vomited so hard that he didn't know when it started but his eyes were clouded with tears.He didn't look at Felix anymore—he didn't dare to look—raised his sleeves to wipe his eyes, and returned to the house in a daze.Doris was picking up the broken vases, and he wondered if she saw Felix sucking blood on him, but he didn't care anymore.With his head down and stepping over the broken porcelain on the floor, Cyril went upstairs without saying a word and locked himself in the room.

Someone knocked on the door during dinner, and he sat by the window staring at the setting sun outside, telling the people outside that he was not hungry.

Uncle Heken must be back, otherwise no one would pay attention to him at this time.

The boy thought numbly, and then began to wonder whether Felix had already sucked Uncle Heken's blood at this time.But just as he remembered Felix's name, the bloody scene he saw in the afternoon came into his mind again.

Everyone here knows Felix is ​​a monster.

He thought he knew it too.

But no.

Before that, Felix was not that kind of monster, not that kind of cruel and terrible monster.

Cyril was very uncomfortable.

He raised his hand to stroke the side of his neck.The bleeding stopped, and the four openings remained.Should he be thankful that he didn't get his neck ripped off like that horse.

After trying to take a few deep breaths, he finally suppressed the discomfort that was entrenched in his heart. He left the room and walked to the end of the corridor. The monster did not lock the door as usual. After hesitating for a while, he pushed the door and walked in.

In the dark room, the monster fell asleep.

The young man tiptoed to the bedside, resisting the urge to see the monster, and carefully took out the hardcover poetry book from under his pillow.

The words on the butterfly pages can't be painted off.

He bit his lip regretfully.

Looking up at the desk on the other side of the room, there are several books stacked neatly on it.He recognized that most of them were bought by him to give to the monster. Like the book in his hand, he had secretly stuffed it under the pillow before giving it away.The monster took it and didn't return it to him. Every time he came back from vacation, he would peek at which page the red ribbon was caught in the book.It's different every time, which means that the monster is really reading those books slowly.

He was happy then.

At that time, he also thought that maybe it is not a bad thing to stay, maybe it is not a bad thing to accept such a fate.Although he disliked the beginning of this fate, maybe the process and the ending will not be too bad.

It never occurred to him that he was facing a monster.

At that time he called the monster Felix in his mind.

But now he discovered that monsters were always monsters.

He can't take it.

Maybe he misunderstood, because he imagined the monster too well and too close to human beings without authorization.

The boy didn't realize that his breath was trembling when he thought about it.He bowed his head and walked around the monster's bed, wanting to leave quickly, but he couldn't help turning his head when he reached the door.

He looked at the monster lying on the bed, avoiding his bewitching face, and staring straight at his injured flank.

The clothes have been changed, and it is not obvious whether the wound has healed.

Cyril felt his heart suddenly tugged.

He clenched his hands tightly, gritted his teeth, and left the room cruelly with his head bowed.

The monster who had been sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed did not open his eyes until he heard the boy close his door, and put his hand under the pillow to touch it.