the culprit

The monsters were burned to death in the flames, and their scorched corpses curled up in places out of sunlight, like a fetus curled up in a mother's womb.Cyril picked up Felix and wanted to take him out. He said that the cloak was where he was imprisoned just now.Cyril put him down knowingly, lit a match and turned back.

When the young man returned after finding the cloak and the scabbard of the knife, Felix was standing beside the corpses, his face full of grief and compassion.

That was the strange Felix again.

Cyril put on a cloak for him, carefully covering every inch of exposed skin.At that moment, Felix suddenly raised his hand to stop him behind him.The sound of footsteps came from the stone steps, and Cyril looked over Felix's shoulder and saw another man in a black cloak coming down.

The heartbeat accelerated suddenly, the wet throat instantly became thirsty, and the body was aching because of being too tense.Cyril drew out the knife, ignored Felix's insistence, and rushed out to block him.

He had a hunch that it was EG.

The other party walked into the shadows leisurely, pulled down the cloak on his head, revealing a pale and handsome face.He stared at the three corpses on the ground with a pair of gray eyes, then turned to look at Felix, and finally, his eyes fixed on Cyril's face.

He laughed.

That smile was full of weird evilness, it was hard to tell whether it was resentment or irony, Sirilton felt the hairs on his body stand on end, and the palm holding the knife was wet with sweat in an instant.

"Is this your newly chosen lover? It's been more than 200 years, how come your preferences haven't changed? A substitute?" EG said, licking his lips, wrinkling his nose and sniffing the smell in the air, "He's still human ...Why don't you embrace him like you used to?" He noticed the bite mark on Cyril's neck, and also found the bright red hickey mark on the other side, he sneered, pulled off the cloak on his body, and approached Cyril.

Cyril's hands were already resting on his waist, the poison was in the outermost pocket, and the incinerator was in the third compartment. He couldn't remember whether he had brought out the rune book that could be used at this time, and he gritted his teeth , decided to try his luck with what he had.

But just as he was thinking about this, his body was suddenly pushed away by a force, and he fell heavily to the ground. When he looked up again, Felix and EG had already shot each other by the throat.The sharp canine teeth pierced their lips, and they stared at each other. EG raised the corners of his mouth and smiled sinisterly, but Felix had a serious face.

"Can you do it, dear Felix?" EG said with two intimate nasal voices, and deliberately moved his face closer, as if he would kiss Felix's lips at any time, "What you are facing is my lover. .”

Felix's eyes sank, and there was a bit of pain in his gaze.Cyril on the side widened his eyes in astonishment when he heard the words, and looked at the gray-eyed vampire in disbelief, thinking about what he said just now.

That was Felix's lover.

They are the same kind.

The sweetness that cut him grew thorns in his heart, and venom gushed from each thorn.

Cyril shuddered suddenly.

The hand holding the knife let go, and at that moment he felt unbearable pain.

"You're not." Felix replied in a deep voice, tightening his wounded hands, piercing the opponent's skin with his sharp fingers, "Don't try to fool me with this face."

The gray-eyed vampire let out another long laugh.He pulled Felix over and kissed his lips hard, his fangs piercing each other, he licked the blood from his mouth, and then licked Felix's tenderly.

"Aren't I? We bite each other's lips when we kiss, and we suck each other's blood when we make love. Am I not Ayton Great, Felix?"

The name made Felix flinch hard, and Cyril could see it clearly.In the eyes of the pair of vampires, it seems that the world has shrunk into a core, and the center of the core is the other party.The world is nothing, he is nothing.The vampire just asked Felix who he was and if he was a stand-in. That was ridiculous, and the young man wanted to refute—he was not.

And he is nothing.

He remembered that when he was 13 years old, he left the luxurious earl's mansion in the winter. The snow fell heavily.

He didn't know why he was thinking of that at this moment.

Maybe now is the same as then.

The fundamental reason why his father was willing to talk to him was hatred.

Felix was willing to devote time to him because he could replace the shadow of a former love.

Father couldn't see Cyril.

Maybe Felix couldn't see it either.

When I was 13, I was obviously calm, but now it hurts.

The young man suddenly grasped the knife in his hand.

He got up and walked over to the gray-eyed vampire.

But before he got close, Felix pushed him away.

"go out!"

snapped the vampire.

He remembered being pushed into the snow by his father.

In the blink of an eye, the vampires began their silent and fatal fight.The injured Felix was obviously at a disadvantage. EG threw him onto the stone wall, and the sharp nails penetrated his exposed wound. His expression was distorted by the pain. He gasped, trying to find an opportunity to fight back.

"You don't know, I've been looking for you for more than 100 years. Ayton died, and you hid." EG tore off the flesh viciously, clenched his fists and crushed it, "I hate you for turning us into vampires, hate You killed Ayton - I think every day how I can eat you bite by bite before I go to sleep, Felix, you - disgusting monster -"

EG's face became ferocious due to hatred. He exposed two pairs of fangs. He lowered his head and stuffed Felix's flesh into his mouth, but was pierced by a knife a second before he lowered his head and bit Felix's neck. heart.

Severe pain ran through his body, and his body suddenly froze. He turned around and saw Cyril holding a knife with a sullen face, and quickly stuffed a vial into his mouth with his other hand, and pulled it back with all his strength. His jaw forced him to clench his teeth.

The bottle containing the poison shattered under the huge bite force of the vampire, and the poison slid down the esophagus into the stomach, and within a short while, a blood hole was eroded in the vampire's stomach.Cyril strangled him by the neck, trying to drag him into the sunlight who was struggling madly. EG bit his face, and he was shocked by the severe pain. He poured another incinerator into the vampire's stomach, and dragged him into the sun at the risk of being burned.

Smoke rose from the vampire's body in the light. He twisted his body and howled in pain. His hands that had turned into bones grabbed Cyril's neck desperately, as if he wanted to die with him.Cyril struggled, but couldn't break free from the skeleton's shackles.He lay on his back in the light, his eyes stinging, and tears welling up.Pieces of blood that belonged to the vampire fell on him, and the fire was also attracted. He could smell the burnt smell and hear the faint sound of the flame burning the cloth.

He didn't want to be pushed into the snow again.

If this is the price of bearing a mother's love, it is too painful.

He closed his eyes.

Mary, in her shabby dress, held out a flower to him.

A pair of hands suddenly pulled him into the shadows, Felix's voice and panting rang in his ears, the hands holding his arm trembled, and asked him sharply why he was disobedient.He raised his hand to wipe the tears and blood on his cheeks, opened his eyes and looked at Felix, who was also covered in blood, and said indifferently and stubbornly, "I don't like it."

There was another body in the cellar.

Cyril picked up the cloak and put it on Felix, picked up the sheath and put it on the knife, and walked to the cemetery.

He didn't bother to restore the cover, and opened the lid of a coffin, and the rotten smell from inside attracted a flock of crows.Sooner or later, the villagers will discover the secret here. There are monsters hidden under the cemetery, living like mice, waiting for the day when they can get revenge.

——Of course, the day has come, but the wish has not been fulfilled.

Cyril and Felix walked into the forest where the shadows of the trees overlapped one after the other.The wound on the young man's face was bleeding all the time, he wiped it again and again, but couldn't get it clean.Half of the clothes on his body were burned off, exposing his bloody arms and sides.He saw that there was no one around, and turned to look at Felix. The vampire seemed to know his intentions, blinked his bloody eyes, and shook his head silently.

Cyril ignored his refusal.

After joining the fraternity, I realized that vampires also hurt when they are injured. Their senses are more developed than humans, and the pain they perceive is more intense.

Cyril forcefully pulled Felix into his arms, and lifted the hair scattered on his shoulders with one hand, revealing the two eye-catching small holes on the side of his neck.Seeing that Felix did not move for a long time, he urged, but his tone was very stiff.

The vampire compromised.

They hid behind the shadow of the tree, like cheating.

All of his own will.

Cyril thought.

Knowing that the contract had not been annulled, he readily accepted the fate he had repelled and resisted.Maybe it was because he didn't have to be at the mercy of his father anymore, or maybe, only in this way, he could be with Felix openly.

He understands his own heart.

He knew that during the three years when he fled from Felix, he finally recognized this wavering sincerity. He knew what Felix meant to him, and he knew that the original intention that drove him to get close to Felix had changed. Stop kidding yourself.

He accepts that Felix is ​​a monster because it is.

But he couldn't accept it—he couldn't accept EG's speculation, he couldn't accept EG's claim that he was a substitute for a virtual image—but Felix didn't deny it.

Then this is also a fact.

But he can't-

Young people feel resigned.He has a body, a soul, he has his own name, and he is a life condensed by flesh and blood.

He is Cyril.

He is him.

he--

He was ashamed and embarrassed.

Cyril still held Felix tightly.

Those miserable wounds will not heal too quickly, and the pain will definitely stay on that sensitive body for a few more days.And Cyril also foresees Felix's patience and cold refusal.

He ducked his head, trying to kiss Felix.The vampire froze for a moment, turned his head and avoided it.

"Just treat me as a substitute for that shadow."

He was ashamed and embarrassed.

He felt unwilling.

He didn't believe he could say such a thing.

He was pushed into the snow, as if he had lost his dignity ever since.

The vampire stared up in amazement.

And he looked calm.

It seemed that he had gone mad in silence, but now he just pulled out a hypocritical and calm human skin.

He longed for Felix so much.

And his vampire shook his head.

"You can't replace him."

His tone was still so indifferent.