[Twilight] Vampire's Royal Engagement

"No," said Alec, "we'll bring her to Ro."

"What about the boy? I bet he knows something," Dmitry said.

Bernice endured the pain and kept her brain functioning. She was a little aware of the existence of their "secrecy policy". Just like some gangsters, if Bob knew something he shouldn't know, what would happen to him? It must be miserable: "I don't even know what happened to me, so what can he know?" She didn't want to bring more misfortune to Bob.

"We'll find out." Alec swore he wasn't in the mood to play with her because he was bored.

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"Bernice!" Bob looked at Bernice who had just come back from the outside in surprise, "I thought you were in the house just now. Could it be...?" Bob expected the possible danger.

"That's me, Bob. I just went out again to get... to get something." Bernice hesitated how to speak: "Well, can I ask you a question, Bob?"

"of course."

"You know... you've heard of... some kind of creature...they..." Bernice didn't know what she had to do to cheat under the noses of Alec and Demetrius: "You know vampires Is it?" Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

"You mean—" Bob remembered what Bernice had done to Joy and Dorothy, he should have thought of that, shouldn't he.

"I didn't say anything." Bernice raised her voice suddenly.Bob doesn't understand why Bernice is angry, he's the one who really "said nothing".

"Can you stop thinking about it?" Bernice said reprimandingly, "You're a toad who wants to eat swan meat..." Bob was speechless.

"Of course! I never expected... I'm sorry, Bernice... You're such a good girl... I never thought, I never expected..." Bob felt that his pursuit of Janet was like It happened in his previous life, and he has almost been around Bernice these days. He is not sure if he has any unreasonable thoughts about Bernice. He remembered the joke about the knight and the princess.

"Better," Bernice said domineeringly. "You'd better forget about me."

"I will." Thanks to Bob's reticence and submissive qualities, Bernice knew she had him.Of course, the premise is that those two people keep their promises.

"Where are you going?" Bob watched as Bernice took the necklace she always wore.

"It's none of your business." Bernice warned him with her eyes: "Remember what you just said."

"Where's your luggage?"

"Do whatever you want." Bernice almost rushed out the door.

"Well done, Bernice." Alec's eyes gave her the impression that something was wrong, but thankfully he said nothing more.

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Bernice finally saw the real way of travel of vampires in the traditional sense. They glide quickly in the deserted places like elegant elves, and modern means of transportation seem to be of little use to them.They reached Forks in less than three hours, though Bernice was very tired.

Forks is really a blessed place for vampires, Bernice had to say, she had planned to come here before.

"Jane, we've brought you a new baby," Dmitry said.

Bernice's self-confidence was severely hit. How can there be such a beautiful person in the world? Her forehead and lips are fuller than Alec's, and her unsmiling posture makes her appear inviolable. Bernice dares to say that the United States All the beauty queens are worth a finger to her.

"I don't see why we should bother." Jane listened to Alec's statement: "We both know the easiest solution." Now that Bernice was no longer amazed by her beauty, she certainly understood Jane's It's funny, she actually wanted to kill her, she has been abandoned by normal human society, and it seems that the world of vampires doesn't welcome her very much.

"Aro would want to see her," Alec emphasized.

Bernice thought Jane would be the one who would never budge, but she agreed.

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Bernice was housed in a cramped basement, and it looked like Alec and the others had unfinished business in Forks.

"Don't think about running away." This was Dmitry's "friendly" warning to her.

This time, Bernice really lost her sense of time.She didn't know how long the days had passed, or whether it was day or night outside, but she only knew that she was getting hungrier and thirstier.She wants to kill, she wants to drink their blood.Could it be that the person who locked her here did it on purpose, would she starve to death?She had died once, and she wasn't sure if she would die again.

"Your dinner." After an unknown amount of time, the basement door was finally opened, and a wounded woman was thrown in.Bernice didn't care about anything, only this miserable woman and the warm blood flowing from her body.

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A full meal, which did not take her more than a minute, made Bernice bored and depressed again.She had just realized that the world of vampires had their own rules, which she knew nothing about.Alec, Dmitry, Jane... What roles are these people playing?Who is Arlo?Sounds like a king everyone wants him to decide everything.

Life or death.

When Bernice easily pinched a man's neck, she thought she had an advantage in a certain way, but she soon discovered that in the world of vampires, she was at the bottom of the food chain.Those people can easily crush any part of her, just like she did to those fragile humans.

She wants to escape from it all.

Could she really not die again?

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While struggling with all the problems, Bernice studied everything in the basement, and she couldn't even find a gap that could allow the ants to get out.

"I'll tell you what's here, Branson." It was a strange voice, and the footsteps of two strangers.Bernice stood up vigilantly.

With a sound like the roar of a cannon, the basement door slammed heavily on the wall, and two middle-aged men walked in, holding what Bernice thought was a weapon in their hands.After all, Bernice had only seen guns on TV, something everyone knew.

"Are you all right, miss?" The two saw the woman's body on the floor, and apparently they thought she was the same victim.

"No!" Bernice cried, she knew how charming she was crying: "Please help me."

"Of course, miss, you can do whatever you want." Branson touched his hat like an old-fashioned aristocratic man, he tentatively walked forward, he was not sure if Bernice would accept his approach, he didn't want to provoke To this poor girl.

"Who brought you here?" Branson accepted Bernice's embrace.

"I don't know." Bernice cried in a mess: "I think they want to abduct me." This is not a lie.

"Let's get out of here quickly," another man said.Bernice couldn't agree more.

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The three of them got into an unassuming little car like thieves. Branson drove, and another man accompanied the distraught Bernice in the back seat: "Forgot to introduce myself, my name is Crowley, Mademoiselle." It was lovely how polite he was.

The car stopped in front of a small clinic, Crowley helped Bernice out of the car, and Branson opened the door for them.

"You must have suffered a lot, poor child." An old woman stroked Bernice's cheek with her thin hand: "We can do some checks for you. You will definitely recover, I Promise, my boy."

Bernice felt compelled to run away once more, for they would know that she was a living dead just by listening to her heart.But the old woman's movements were too fast for her age. Before Bernice could react, the old woman had already finished drawing her blood.

Well, if they were just going to test her blood, she had no objection, although she didn't know if the blood was her own or her "dinner".She probably wouldn't have synthesized a blood type that didn't exist in her body.

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"This girl is too pretty, what a waste." The old woman left Bernice in that room, and went outside to whisper to the two men.

"We don't do any other business, Sybil," Branson said.

"Of course I don't disagree with your point of view, Branson." Crowley said happily: "But you don't mind my little enjoyment."

"Whatever you want," Branson said, lighting a cigarette in his hand.

The author has something to say:

In the original book, the author described Jane so beautifully, as if she was compared to a goddess, hehe