the culprit

All kinds of emotions were surging in his chest, but at this moment, Cyril had only one thought in his mind - take Felix away immediately!

He rushed up with the knife, simply threw away the candle in his hand, grabbed one of the vampires by the hair with one hand and pulled him away from Felix, and kicked the other away.It was too dark, he couldn't see what Felix looked like at this time, and he could only hear short and weak breathing.He hesitated while holding the handle of the knife, drawing the knife would inevitably lead to blood loss, but if he didn't do this, there was no way to take Felix away.

While hesitating, there was another low and heavy panting sound from around him, and the vampires surrounded him and all rushed towards him.The silver knife in his hand pierced one of them, but failed to avoid the other. The severe pain came from the side of his neck, as if he was bitten by a wild beast. It seemed to be the same when he was bitten by Si, and the pain seemed to be the end of life.

Cyril endured the severe pain and struggled to grab the vampire's hair, and with all his strength, he raised the knife and slit the vampire's throat.Cold blood spewed from the throat like a spring, splashing Cyril's face.He couldn't help shivering in the smelly blood rain, grabbed the vampire's hair and tore it off his body. Before he could stand up, another seriously injured man rushed over.

Cyril rolled on the ground in embarrassment to avoid the monster's fangs and claws. Regardless of the injury on the side of his neck, he hurriedly got up and stabbed the monster's vest.The monster suddenly let out a sharp scream, with a trembling cry.Cyril stepped up and stepped on the monster's neck, drew out the knife and was about to cut off its throat, but heard a weak moan not far away.

It was Felix who woke up.

"it's me."

The wound on the side of the neck was still bleeding out, and Cyril felt dizzy for a while. He shook his head and groped to Felix's side in the dark. Without hesitation, he pulled out the two silver knives. Hearing Felix's restrained hum, the next second, that cold body fell into his arms.

Cyril has seen Felix injured countless times since he was a child, the most serious time was when Felix was stabbed with a silver knife in his stomach, and the most horrifying time was when Uncle Heken went mad He raised his knife to kill him.However, there has never been a time when Felix was so weak. Cyril hugged the body in his arms tightly, and subconsciously counted his breaths. A heart seemed to be put into a gallows and hung high. If the breath was suddenly interrupted, He was also sentenced to death.

The unprecedented fear came like a nightmare.The pain started from the wound on the side of the neck, throbbing and burning, and spread to the limbs along the blood vessels and muscles.But now Cyril couldn't care anymore, he couldn't care about the pain, the dizziness, the blood and strength he had lost, he just subconsciously picked up Felix, and rushed towards the cellar with the last of his strength Exit ran.

The monsters are still alive, and Felix must be taken to safety immediately.

The body in her arms stretched out her arms to wrap around his neck, her lips pressed against his wound, sucking his blood insatiably.On the contrary, this reassured him a little. He knew that as long as he was still alive, as long as he still had blood, Felix would be fine for the time being.

He took Felix to the entrance of the cellar, and the sunlight cast a coffin-shaped light block on the ground.He wanted to go out and pick up his morning gown for Felix to cover his neck and face, but Felix kept hooking his neck and refused to let go, his lips stuck to his wound and never left.

"Let's get out of here first." He said, his tone unconsciously coaxing, but the vampire ignored it.In desperation, he had no choice but to hold Felix and sit in a corner away from the sun.

Felix straddled Cyril's lap, his bloody hand on his shoulder, tilting his head to suck blood from the wound on his neck.At this time, he didn't know how much time had passed, he forgot where he was, and could only vaguely distinguish that the person holding him was Cyril. He knew that he was safe, and knew that he could not continue to be greedy, but he was dizzy Forget about everything, just want to be a snake rolling and having fun in the blood spring.

The body temperature of human beings is too hot, like sunlight, but he is like a moth to a flame, unable to withstand such a temptation.

He bit Cyril's neck.

The human body trembled.

He heard the gasping more and more quickly.

Bloody hands slipped from shoulders, blood stains from fingers stained shirt buttons, leaving fragmented fingerprints and palm prints on the sturdy human chest and belly.

He looked up at Cyril.

Humans were also looking down at him.

Those blue eyes looked dim in the darkness, he felt sorry, raised his chin and kissed the eyelids of the young man.

"beautiful you……"

He murmured, like singing the first line of a sonnet, with meaningful words flowing from his lips. He didn't know what he said, but he couldn't help praising and sighing.

Those eyes cried like washed precious stones, and he would have preferred them to be the sky that never rained.

Felix sank into a dream.He kissed the young man, licked his soft lips, and left bloody lip prints on his Adam's apple.He doesn't remember what day or night, or where he is. He only remembers the sky without rain and the beautiful young man, but when he sinks into the mud, he forgets who is embracing him.

He is in his own desires, for blood, for flesh.He remembered that he was a vampire after all, and blood and flesh' lust were his sins and shackles. He was afraid of the sun, but obsessed with warmth.

He is seduced.

So praise over and over again.

He had read poetry and quoted it like a mad poet and a romantic philosopher.

The most meaningful thing in front of him is the skin and his beloved body, but he has completely forgotten whose soul is hidden in the body.

He just wants to satisfy himself.

An arm wrapped around his waist, he was placed on the soil, hot breath sprayed on his cheeks and neck, he moaned contentedly, took the big and wet hand and led it under him.

Felix's body was still cold, even when they were closest together.Felix didn't seem to recognize him anymore, even when wrapping him tightly.This made Cyril feel a burst of fear, but a sharp sweetness burst out of the fear, he felt that he was cut, and the blood gushing from the wound attracted bees attracted by the sweetness.

So he did not break the precarious balance.

The bloody Felix still maintains his almost pathological sense of abstinence, even if he indulges at this moment, even if he no longer suppresses his voice.And Cyril could only be silent, silently accepting Felix's plausible praise, accepting Felix's intimacy and initiative, trying to persuade himself with this, trying to spy on Felix's unpredictable heart.

He hoped it made sense for Felix now.

From the beginning to the end, Cyril was very careful, and Felix still leaned towards his wound from time to time, enjoying his blood with heaving panting.

This is his second time with him.Not as reluctant as the first time, nor as lukewarm as the first time.Afterwards, Felix still hugged Cyril and didn't let go. He didn't seem to have regained his sanity, and asked for it again in a hoarse voice after a while of drinking.

The sacrificial lips were close to his ear, saying "yes", blowing hot breath into his ear.

But the second time failed, the monsters woke up from madness and coma, and the blind ones groped forward after bumping into the wall several times. Chased to the entrance with blood.

Cyril quickly grabbed the clothes and covered Felix, and stood up holding the knife.The belt was at his feet, and before he could pick it up, the monsters scrambled towards him.At this time, Cyril finally saw the appearance of the unkempt monsters. They were just a group of young children, and the biggest fear was that they were not as old as him.While wondering why so many vampires suddenly appeared in this village, he raised his knife and stabbed them, trying to scare them away.

The monsters surrounded him, blood dripping from the lips pierced by fangs, but their eyes kept drifting to Felix behind him.I don't know how Felix's situation is now, and the young man has no time to look back, his body is tense and he thinks about the countermeasures quickly.Fighting is not his forte, and the things that can really save lives in a crisis are packed in those pockets hanging from his belt.While waving the silver knife, he quickly picked up the belt with a short body, took out two incinerators from it and threw them over when the monsters rushed over.

He hasn't tried the effect of Wei Ya's new research.

Felix behind him suddenly stopped him, but it was too late.

The potion was splashed on the monster, and the pungent sour smell quickly permeated the claustrophobic space along with the green smoke.The cyan flame ignited the cloth on the monsters' bodies, galloped up and down their skins, and wrapped them tightly in an instant.

The stench of burnt flesh was mixed with sour gas amidst the horrific screams, and the smell was disgusting.Cyril frowned and retreated to Felix's side, turning around to see the dressed man leaning against the stone wall.The wounds on his neck and wrists hadn't healed yet, but he didn't seem to care about them at all. He stared at the monsters rolling in the flames, his eyes showing a look of extreme pain.

This is Felix, who is totally unfamiliar.

Cyril had never seen Felix express such intense emotion.When he was young, he even thought that Felix was born with this kind of indifference, that no one was enough to make him angry, not enough to make him laugh, and not enough to make him suffer.

He turned his head to look at those monsters, and for some reason, he felt heavy in his stomach.

"Who are they?" he asked, feeling the muscles in his back tighten.

"Used to be human." Felix said taking a breath, and then closed his eyes in unbearable pain.