[Twilight] The Last Blood Hunt

When the forbidden door of the mind is opened

When memory floods out like a sluice flood

I'm not just Anastasia anymore

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In this world, luck and misfortune always go hand in hand.

In the words of my mother, it is good fortune and misfortune.As for the word "Fufuxiangdependence", no matter what age I am, I can only pronounce it word by word in jerky Chinese.As for its meaning, I have always been ignorant.

Maybe it's because I don't pay enough attention to it, or maybe I don't respect it enough, so that it is like a magic spell that will continue to haunt my life until my death.

My mother came from the far east, a country that no one in the Orson tribe had ever heard of - Dahan. The word "Han" is one of the few Chinese sentences I only know.Because it was my mother's mother clan, I dare not forget it, let alone forget it.

As for the Orson tribe, it is a mysterious blood-hunting tribe that lives in the jungle by the sea.It is ruled by my father's family, and the current leader is my father.

Much like any other cliché love story.My father fell in love with a different mother and tried his best to fight against the family rules of pure blood supremacy for her, and finally I was born.

In fact, many people in the tribe are hybrids born of blood hunters and ordinary humans, so my humbleness is not only due to non-pure blood, but also because of my mother's appearance and origin.

My father was not yet fully in power when he was young, so he had to make concessions to the family in order to keep my mother and me.He promised the holy ring of the tribe that he would never see my mother again.As for me, I will never see my father again after the age of ten.

Probably God thinks my life is not miserable enough.After spending my childhood without my father, my mother died before I was ten years old.Since then, I have become a real orphan.

Since I was born, I have lived with my mother on the back mountain of the tribe.Although the top of the mountain where we live is overgrown with weeds, we can see beautiful yellow flowers growing all over the mountain as far as the eye can see.

But no one is willing to stop to admire the wild grasses and unremarkable wild flowers, just like no one is willing to care about me, a pure-blooded and peculiar-looking person who is not born in a noble family.

Fortunately, my sense of existence is not bad. People in the tribe at the foot of the mountain always remember me as a "monster".Although I have been guarding this mountain alone for seven or eight years, I am quite satisfied with my life.

Every once in a while, someone will come up the mountain to deliver things to me. Sometimes it is two or three days, sometimes it is the first day, and the total interval will not exceed ten days.As for how often, that's entirely up to Tim the Messenger.

Tim is a diminutive mulatto.He could neither hunt vampires like a pure blood hunter, nor could he join the army as a soldier to resist the attacks of other city-states, so he was sent to do a job that no one wanted to do—see me on the mountain.

I've always felt that when it comes to who the most hated person in the tribe is, I'd be number one, and Tim would be number two.

The weather has been fine these days, and Tim delivered the stuff yesterday, and it's still plentiful.

I guess he might want to spare some time to go out and play.After all, he is not young anymore, if there is no girl in the tribe who is willing to marry him, he has to go to the city-state outside to find his marriage.

Life on the mountain is very boring, and the most I do, apart from reading, is just to be in a daze.

I like to lie on the grass and watch the white clouds slowly drifting across the sky, eagles soaring, and sparrows circling and singing.

Sometimes I feel that God is still willing to treat me kindly.Although there are very few people who have entered my life, they are all very kind to me, and what nature has given me is even more endless wealth.

Today is still a sunny day, the sky seems to have been washed by clear water, it is extremely clear, and the clouds are not stained.

The mountains in the distance also look extremely beautiful under the sunshine, as handsome as the mother's eyebrows.The wind with warm air flowed by, gently lifting the fine hair on my forehead.I hurriedly pressed it with my hands, turned over and buried my head in the faint fragrance of flowers again.

I lay on my side among the flowers, resting my head on my slightly curved arms, the scent of flowers and earthy grass lingered at the tip of my nose.Even though my eyes are closed, I can feel the sun moving slowly from east to west, casting a large golden light.

Unexpectedly, a strong smell of blood hit, breaking the beautiful artistic conception with an ax like a robber.

Frowning, I reached out and rubbed my nose lightly, raised my arm and covered half of my face with a slightly thin sleeve to prevent the choking smell from rushing into my nose.

I stood up and stayed still, looking around from left to right, carefully looking for the source of the bloody smell.

On the yellow and green grass, the very conspicuous black came into my sight.From a distance, it seemed to be a person who fell to the ground.Thinking of this, I hurriedly patted the grass clippings on my body, and ran over the flowers.

It is indeed a person.He was lying face down on the ground, wearing a thick black robe, and there were large bloodstains on his clothes that had turned dark red.

I was a little scared, couldn't help gasping, and started to think wildly in my heart: Who is he?Why did he become like this?What should I do, save him or not?

I thought of what my mother taught me, and thought that he might just be an unlucky passerby, so I made up my mind to save him.

I reached out and grabbed the man's back shoulder, pulling him back with all my might.

At that moment, I saw a fair and handsome face shining under the sunlight, and the radiance was as beautiful as the radiant jewels on my father's crown!I stared at him, unconsciously stroked his face with my fingertips, and traced his eyebrows and eyes bit by bit.

His skin was not as warm and soft as I imagined, but cold and hard—as cold as a glacier, as hard as a rock.I think, with this appearance, he may be an outlier in the eyes of others just like me.

After a long time, his head inadvertently tilted slightly to the right, and the light from the sun on his face shone into my eyes instead, bringing back the thoughts I had long gone.

I hurriedly withdrew my hand, and suddenly felt that my cheeks were extremely hot, and the heart in my chest was constantly beating, faster and faster...

The author has something to say:

Love at first sight is impossible!At most, I think he is good-looking and have a good impression of him.

Caius is now a vampire, and he is not in a coma. The next chapter will switch to his perspective to explain why.

The heroine doesn't know what a vampire is like, she only knows a little about the tribe, and no one taught her about blood hunting and vampires, so she couldn't recognize the hero as a vampire through the skin, but thought he might be too Being treated as a different breed creates empathy.

The memory part needs to be buried, so at the suggestion of my best friend, I decided to switch the perspective of the hero and heroine to write, and jointly advance the plot.

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