[Twilight] Vampire's Royal Engagement

If Bernice had watched any TV series such as police dramas and detective dramas, she would not be so stupid as to run back to her home.But she didn't, so in the end Bob drove downstairs to Bernice's, but it was still daylight, and people would come and go in the building at any time, and she didn't dare to get out of the car.She and Bob had been sitting in the car, waiting for dark, neither of them wanting to say a word.

"Do you feel that the car is getting hotter and hotter?" Bernice was the first to break the continuous silence in the car.

"What?" Bob glanced at the blood-stained coat on Bernice's body. In fact, he felt that it was getting colder and darker, and Bob was not used to wearing so little at this time.

"My God, I'm going to burn up." Bernice threw the coat wrapped around her body into Bob's arms, and pulled her neckline, but this did not improve her current situation in the slightest.Even when she had a fever of 107.5 degrees Fahrenheit, she didn't feel this bad. It was like someone had put a hot iron on every inch of her skin. She couldn't bear it.

"Bernice, you can't go in yet." Bob couldn't stop Bernice who was out of control at all, so he had to follow Bernice up the stairs quickly, so as not to lose her, because she was running too fast up.

Bob lost track of Bernice after all, running was never his strong suit, and Bernice disappeared so fast.He had no idea which floor Bernice lived on, how was he going to find her?There was another layer of cold sweat on Bob's sweaty face.

Fortunately, as Bob climbed to the fifth floor, the open door and the chaos inside let him know that he had finally found Bernice, but before he could go in, Bernice's neighbor came out of the door up.

Bob lowered his head and saw the blood-stained gray coat in his hand. He didn't know how he brought it up, and now it seemed too late to regret it. He cleared his throat: " Well, it's not my fault that someone hit me, and I don't understand why Bernice is angry." His silly look is still very convincing.

Mrs. Patmore seemed to see the criminal's eyes narrowed slightly, but Bernice's voice from the room sounded uneasy, she stretched her neck and tried to look inside: "Are you okay, Bernice? Need my help?"

"Well, ma'am," Bob racked his brains, trying to come up with some reasonable way to prevent Mrs. Patmore from entering Bernice's room: "She's inconvenient right now...I'm going to comfort her, well, I hope she Forgive me quickly..." But Bob's nervousness made Mrs. Parks nervous too.

"Honey, Bernice, are you all right?" said Mrs. Patmore, walking in. "I'm coming in..."

"I'm fine, Mrs. Patmore!" At the critical moment, Bernice finally heard an answer, although her painful voice was also suspicious: "I want to be alone."

Mrs. Patmore hesitated.

"Honey, can I stay here with you?" Bob has never been an actor in his life, but today he is absolutely extraordinary.

"Of course," Bernice growled, trying to sound angry rather than miserable.

"All right," said Mrs. Patmore at last.

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"Bob, get out of here right away." These were the last words Bernice said before she lost consciousness completely, but she soon lost her mind.

Hot magma poured into her veins, rushing around, destroying everything with a destructive force.Bernice knew she must be screaming, she would wake everyone up, all her secrets would be found out, she would go to jail and even be sentenced to death for killing her friend so brutally and drinking Their blood; she may become a guinea pig in the laboratory, used to study what the legendary vampires are like... She was tormented by both physical and mental pain, and she didn't know how she endured all this, How can she bear to live in such pain in this world...Kill her...Please do me a favor, kill her, let this end quickly...She knows she is begging, but no one can help her... no one...

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Suddenly, it was all over.

The world was so quiet, she couldn't even hear her own heart beating—wait, it wasn't that she couldn't hear, but her heart actually stopped beating.

She is dead.

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It's not a good thing for Bob to just stand outside and do nothing, especially listening to Bernice's painfully suppressed gasps and occasional screams that are likely to attract uninvited guests. Bob didn't think he'd be able to handle something like this again, having spent all of Bob's luck dealing with his neighbor Mrs Parkes earlier.

Never in Bob's life had he faced such a difficult situation.If being ridiculed for being silent and mediocre in studying hard is a setback, this is by far the biggest setback Bob has ever encountered, and until now, the record has been broken.

The scenes that happened today flashed through Bob's mind, but he couldn't grasp anything. He could only follow Bernice's last order. He couldn't leave here, but he didn't dare to approach Bernice either. .Bernice was like a ray of light in his life. He never thought that such a goddess-like figure would greet and joke with him so easily... He knew he couldn't leave Bernice behind.He may always be teased for his lack of manliness, but he's never lacking in responsibility.

The wait is long.Bob couldn't help but want to rush in to see Bernice several times, but for some unknown reason, he suppressed his urge again.

After waiting for a day and a night, Bob woke up from the sofa and found that he was in danger of starving to death.He had some trouble finding the kitchen, where there was little to eat, and brought his coffee into the living room, probably in need of a caffeine boost.But he quickly returned to the kitchen to boil a bottle of hot water for himself, which he thought the house would offer him.Stupid, isn't it?

As night fell, Bob knew it was time to get some food.He found a large amount of change in the computer desk drawer, and he had to give himself the right to use it as he wanted, and he would return it to Bernice anyway.Bob sneaked out of the house with the key that Bernice threw on the cabinet when he entered the door.

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It had been three whole days and Bernice hadn't come out of her bedroom.If it weren't for the occasional groans in the bedroom, he would have thought Bernice was dead.

Bob had a bad cold, which had nothing to do with him sleeping on the couch for days without finding anything to keep him warm.Bob opened the window a crack, and the warm wind blowing on his face made him feel much more comfortable. He decided to go out again, and the destination was the pharmacy.

As Bob walked cautiously down the dark street, his cell phone's ringtone, which had been turned down to the minimum volume, nearly scared him out of his wits.Bob looked at the screen illuminated in the dark. It was his aunt calling.

"Hello, Auntie." Bob tried to calm himself down.

"Hey Bob honey," Lynette said in a perpetually soft voice, "how was Memorial Park? Your grandma called me at least 10 times. I had to tell her you You are no longer a child, you should go out to play with your classmates? Well... isn't camping really dangerous?"

"Auntie," Bob laughed, "we're fine, really."

The great thing about talking to Lynette is that you just listen to her quietly, then nod and say "yes" when the time is right.

After Bob finished talking with his aunt, he sighed leisurely, lying to such a close person put more pressure on him.He looked up, and the stars under the night were blinking, and he really wished he could be one of them.

Bob went back to Bernice's house, carefully locked the door on the inside, and put the key under the newspaper in the cupboard.He glanced at the house that hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and there seemed to be something different.

"Bernice?" Bob said tentatively.

He opened the door to the living room—the place where he slept every night, and there were two dead bodies, a man and a woman, on display.The man was tall, at least six feet, dark and thin, with sunken cheeks, probably from the blood that had been drained from him.The fat body of the middle-aged woman was pressed on the man's leg, and her arms were placed at a twisted angle with her body. Bob jumped to the side in fright, only to find that her arm was torn off alive, Bob You can even see the bloody flesh at the fracture...

A wind-like shadow flashed before Bob's eyes, grabbing his neck...

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