[Twilight] The Last Blood Hunt

I once read a sentence from a Mycenaean bard:

"Not having love is a kind of pain, but losing love is a greater suffering."

I'm not sure if my feelings for Caius were love or not.I only know that the days go by day by day, and I am immersed in the memories of Caius day after day and cannot extricate myself.

It's been two days since he left, but it feels like 2000 years to me.I think the poet was right - it hurts more to lose than not to have.

Before Caius reappeared in front of me, a group of uninvited guests broke into my field of vision first.

From birth to now, this is probably the first time I have seen so many people at once.If they hadn't rushed up the mountain with all kinds of "weapons" in their hands, I might think they were the people my father sent to pick me up.

I heard them yelling and yelling, "The witch, the witch, kill her!"

"She killed Tim!" "She's the devil!"

Demon girl, devil, these vicious words that once belonged to my mother have finally been used on me.

I don't care what they call me, but they say Tim is dead.

No, not like that!After the delivery five days ago, I haven't seen him at all!

I have the urge to run away, but where can I run?I felt my legs stiffen and tremble, and I felt as cold as in a cellar.

I want to ask for help, but who can help me?No, no one can save me!

I seem to have seen the arms of death open to me.If the god of death looks like the mother in the dream, I think I am willing to follow her out of this world.

I closed my eyes and calmly waited for them to pounce on me like a beast and tear me to pieces.

"What do you want to do?!" A tall figure blocked the sunlight in front of me.I opened my eyes cautiously - it was Dad!

Something seemed to spill out of my eye sockets and roll down my cheeks.I raised my hand to touch it, and it was full of hot tears.After so many years, I almost forgot what my father looked like.Dad, does he remember me when I was a child?

The crowd stopped their frenzied actions, and an old woman squeezed out from the crowd and crawled at Dad's feet.She clung to the hem of her father's robe, with a distraught expression on her dimpled face, "My lord, Tim is dead! He's dead!"

The old woman looked at me, and the hatred in her eyes made me afraid, "It must be the witch who caused it. Tim said he gave her something, and then he never came back!"

My tongue seemed to be tied, and I couldn't utter a word.No one can prove to me that I have never left this place, even if someone is willing to prove it, but few people will believe the innocence of a witch.

"I've been on the top of the mountain for the past few days after Yasinodora and I met Tim." Dad's voice was deep, like a huge rock, and my flustered mood was heavily suppressed.

I can't breathe.Why is dad lying?How did Tim die again?Why do these people think I killed Tim?

Dad's words extinguished their arrogance like a basin of ice water.Except for the old woman who was lying on the ground and crying loudly, the rest of them were looking at each other and discussing in low voices what to do next.

Sure enough, status and power are always convincing.In the end, they still chose to believe in their father, helped up the old woman who was already crying and left.

"Acinodora, are you okay?" Dad was no longer as calm and calm as before. The anxiety and concern in his voice made me feel that I was still loved.

I raised my head to look at my father, with a smile on the corner of my mouth, "Dad, I'm fine." I don't want him to worry, I want him to see and remember my happy appearance - after all, I don't know where the next time we meet when.

Baba's arms were as strong and strong as Caius's, and he supported me to sit on the grass, and then let his rich robes touch the dirt without hesitation.

"Acinodora, I miss you...and your mother." Dad looked into the distance absently, whispering his mother's name in his mouth.

I looked at his side face seriously, and found that white hair was growing quietly on his temples.I have grown up, and my father is also old. He is no longer a young man who can do anything for love.

"Dad, Tim..." I wanted to know the truth of the matter, and my uncertain future.

Dad touched my head like he did when I was a child, "My boy, I know this has nothing to do with you."

"No, Dad! I want to prove my innocence. I can't live on the charge of murder." These words swirled on the tip of my tongue, but unfortunately, I still didn't say them in the end.

"There are more important things now," Dad sighed, and spread his palms in front of me. "This is the holy ring, and now it's yours."

I stared at the holy ring in a daze, struggling to digest what my father said.

I read in the book that the holy ring is a treasure given by the gods to the Orson tribe to deal with vampires, and it is only passed on between the leader and his heirs.It was once rumored that different holders would have different abilities of the Holy Ring.As for whether this rumor is true or not, I am afraid that only the owner of the Holy Ring will know.But most importantly, the person driving it must be a pureblood hunter.

It should belong to Eisenor.He was his father's only son, and a pureblood hunter.If he hadn't been mean, he could have it without hesitation.

"Son, you can have it. It has nothing to do with blood." Dad's words answered the question in my heart.

"But why give it to me now?" It was so strange.Although blood hunters cannot live forever like vampires, their life spans are much longer than ordinary humans.Even if I was chosen as the heir, it shouldn't have been passed on to me so early.

A bad feeling rose from the bottom of my heart. It seemed that since my father appeared in front of the crowd, everything was developing in an unpredictable direction.

"Whether as a father or as the leader of the tribe, I have failed too much."

"I never taught you how to be a blood hunter, let alone how to be the leader of Orson."

"Acinodora, my child. Whether you are an ordinary person or a blood hunter like me, Dad will respect your choice. The holy ring will help you, protect you, and become your faithful weapon."

Dad's words were still echoing in my ears, but there was no one beside me.Just like at the beginning, there is no Caius, no father, and no mother.

My hand touched the neck, and the holy ring was lying quietly on it.It now looks no different than a normal gemstone ring.I laughed at myself in my heart-maybe I was too incompetent, so it was useless in my hands.

I fell into a cycle of confusion and struggle, but it didn't last long.

Three days later, Eisenor broke in with a group of rabble.

With a wild and smug smile on his face, he grabbed my collar and threw me to the ground as soon as he entered the door.I felt the burning pain in my arms and calves, and I couldn't help but gasped.

"Eisenor, what do you want to do?!" I glared at him with hatred.

"That old bastard Albert is finally dead, go down and accompany him!" Eisenor's smile became cold, and what he said made me feel chills through my bones.

"No! You liar! You are not allowed to curse Daddy!" I heard a scream burst from my throat, and my body was no longer under the control of reason.I frantically threw Eisenor to the ground like the members did a few days ago.

Eisenor inherited his father's tall figure and easily subdued me.He tied my wrists tightly with rough hemp rope and stuffed a dirty rag into my mouth.

I wish my eyes could turn into sharp knives and cut his throat severely.

"It's useless for you to stare at me, Asinodora. Thank me! I have prepared a decent way for you to die." Eisenor grinned grinningly in my ear, and the foul breath he exhaled made me I felt extremely disgusted, "Your useless father died at the hands of Romanian vampires, and the red-eyed monsters in Volturi came out to take advantage of the fire. But what can I do!"

He grabbed my chin with all his strength, "You are so beautiful, you are perfect to be their dessert. Put on the wedding dress that short-lived woman prepared for you, and go to hell to find them!"

I felt like an unconscious walking dead.I can't see, hear, or feel. All my perception and power seem to have left my body with the blood...

The author has something to say:

Today's thinking is relatively smooth ~ smooth writing!

It's really sad to lose one of my favorites~

All the stalks, if I can explain them in the text, I will explain them in the text, and if they can’t, I will post them in the part that has something to say, so that everyone can read without any doubts. (Ask any questions!)

Eisenor is not a completely bad person, nor is the heroine a completely good person.I want to create a three-dimensional character, and try to make the character of the character give everyone a sense of authenticity and origin.

Recently, I am going to start the translation of GGAD Doujin "Correspondence Collection". Interested cute friends are welcome to come and guide me! (Maybe someone is willing to collect me~