[Twilight] The Last Blood Hunt

Dmitry's ability enabled Caius to quickly find the house where Anastasia lived. The atmosphere pervading here gave him a sense of familiarity that he had not seen for a long time.

This gorgeous villa is like the simple log cabin 2000 years ago, it can soothe his turbulent heart and suppress his bloodthirsty desire.

In fact, as long as Yasinodora exists, it is a unique holy place in this world that can give him peace.

Caius carefully put Anastasia on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then went to the window and locked the open floor-to-ceiling windows to prevent the cold wind mixed with rain from blowing into the room and catching her cold.

He felt that Anastasia's wet clothes should be removed, but his gentlemanly manner would not allow him to offend her while she was unconscious, all he could do was wait by the bed.

"Caius, maybe you can increase the temperature of the air conditioner." Eric's helpless voice came from the darkness.

Caius had no time to ask why Eric came, apparently he was more concerned about the temperature of the air conditioner, "Get out, you can do it."

As soon as the voice fell, Eric flashed at the door of the room, holding the remote control in his hand.

After the button was pressed and there was a "beep beep" sound somewhere, Eric disappeared again.

The darkness did not affect Caius' sight, and he could clearly see Anastasia's peaceful sleeping face.Listening to her shallow breathing, it seemed that the whole world had quieted down.At this moment, in this world, there are only him and her.

The last battle and meeting were too short, and Caius left before he had time to take a good look at Anastasia.This time, he looked at her very seriously.

Anastasia was lying on her back, her long brown curly hair spread out on the bed, making her face smaller; her delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she was restless in sleep; her fair cheeks had a faint gleam. Flushed, thin lips as alluring as roses.

Caius thought that her appearance in peaceful sleep was exactly the same as in the past.It is true that some things have changed, but some have not.

Anastasia rolled over and pulled her hand out from under the covers.At this moment, the red color on her right hand is particularly conspicuous.

Caius noticed it right away, and lightly lifted Anastasia's hand to look.This is a gemstone ring, unlike other static gemstones, he can clearly see the red color slowly flowing in it.

If Caius hated its magic 2000 years ago and added a great obstacle to his eradication of blood hunting, then he is grateful for it now, because it made him sure that the Anastasia in front of him was him 2000 years ago. The Lost Lover - Arsinodora.

The ring is a sacred object of Asinodora's mother tribe, the Orson tribe. The previous owner was her father, the chief of the tribe and Caius' former rival.Apart from her dead father, the only person in the world who could have it was Arsinodora.

No words can describe Caius' mood at this time, the many emotions caused by her made him feel as if he broke out from the dark underground and came back to life.

He looked at her quietly, waiting quietly, waiting for the dawn, waiting for her to wake up.

When the sun rose from the east, the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and slanted across the room.

Anastasia's consciousness gradually came back under the stimulation of the sun, and she felt the presence of Caius in the first second of waking up.

She made a quick move, grabbed Caius by the clothes on his chest and pushed him against the wall.Hearing the sound of the picture frame shattering and falling to the ground, Anastasia was a little distressed. This was an early painting by Picasso, and it just disappeared.

Anastasia stared at Caius' red eyes, and asked in a cold voice, "Why are you here?" She paused, and the disgust in her eyes increased, "You actually brought three A follower, who allowed it?!"

Anastasia was manic now, and the thought of four vampires spending the night in her house made her sick.

Caius was always easily moved by Anastasia, to be precise, Arsinodora.He's getting impatient too, but it's not too bad and he can hold himself.

Caius tried his best to make his voice soft, but it sounded very stiff and uncomfortable to Anastasia, "Sorry for intruding rashly, you fainted yesterday, I will send you back." He was still working hard to organize his words, "My guards are here because it rained yesterday, please forgive me."

Caius' incoherent appearance made Anastasia's brows furrow deeper, and she couldn't help thinking, how did he become one of the three elders of Volturi like this?

Anastasia let go of her hand, and quickly retreated to the door of the bedroom. Her eyes were like a scanner, and she scanned the entire room carefully, and she was relieved when she found nothing unusual.

Her eyes turned back to Caius again, and she tried her best to suppress her anger and said, "Why, do you want me to ask you out?" Just kidding, if it wasn't for the sake of him sending her back, she would have directly said this The bastard threw it out!

Although Caius has always been a person who is not good at and disdain to observe words and expressions, he can't ignore Anastasia's feelings.Caius straightened up, as if he had become the usual arrogant man who dismissed everything.

Taking one last deep look at Anastasia, he left through the door.

No matter how big a house is, it is within easy reach for a vampire.Hearing the sound of the door closing in the distance, Anastasia completely relaxed.

She is so tired.Ever since she got involved with Karen's family and formally met with the Volturi, her overall state has declined rapidly.She thought this was probably the most human-like she had been in hundreds of years.

During nearly a week of deep sleep, she would always dream of broken scenes.These images used to occasionally appear in her mind, but this time, she saw them for a longer period of time and with more content.

Those dreams were so real that her emotions and thoughts had been infected by another "her" in the dream.

Anastasia's intuition accurately told her that these things had a lot to do with the Volturi and Caius, and that Brian and Didymi must never have known that her memory had begun to revive.

Anastasia changed her wet clothes and took a shower, then went back to bed and lay down again, only this time she changed the room.

She looked at the paintings on the wall. These paintings were all pictures she had dreamed about before. The fire, suffocation, war, and falling off the cliff didn't seem to be very beautiful.

Anastasia murmured self-deprecatingly, "How bad my life was!" She felt a little sympathetic to her past self, although her current life is not very good.

Anastasia rolled out of bed and changed into clothes for going out.Before leaving, she straightened her appearance in the mirror.Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but think of Caius.

"Damn it!" Anastasia gritted her teeth and cursed in a low voice, why did she think of that old mountain monster who was older than her by an unknown age.

The house is located on the edge of the city, where the hustle and bustle of the city is rare.

Anastasia went to her usual café and sat in her favorite street-facing seat.There is a huge transparent glass here, and you can clearly see all the people coming and going on the street.

Anastasia rested her chin on her hand, her eyes wandering aimlessly.Caught off guard, his eyes collided with the man in the shadow of the opposite alley—it was Caius.

He hasn't left yet? !Anastasia sat up straight in an instant, her brain and body stiffened.In another blink, he was gone.

Anastasia hated this feeling.Because of her lack of strength, coupled with the fact that she has not been in a good state recently, it is always difficult for her to detect the existence of Caius.Who knows how long this old monster has been with her, maybe he never left her house at all.

She felt a little broken - she should have faced him directly instead of thinking about it like this.It's ridiculous, since she met Caius, she felt like a human being, a human being.

Anastasia gulped down the bitter black coffee on the table as if to embolden herself, and left the cafe angrily.Then he used the fastest speed to hide his body and ran to a more remote place in the suburbs.

She knew an old house that had been abandoned for a long time and no one had ever approached it.At the same time, she also felt that Caius was not far behind her...

The author has something to say:

After re-reading it after more than a week, I feel that the writing is not very good, but I don't know how to change it. . .All the manuscripts have been sent out, and I will try to update them every day in the future.

The previous chapter mentioned the ability of the heroine, and the energy comes from this ring.I will not name the tribe, just take it casually. . .

In addition, I found that Athenodora's English Athenodora, Athen means Athens,,, so do you want to bury a stalk or something. . .

[revised twice]

It turns out that I said that the power comes from the holy ring,,, I'm sorry for my poor memory. . .

Here comes my stalk, no need to explain later! The transliteration of Athen is Orson!

I used to be too young, thinking that life was more simple, Kangkang is now a humble self, and his junior year is still so bitter.

If you have read both the first edition and the second edition, you should be able to spot the changes in my reshaping of the heroine and her relationship (readers who haven’t read it can go to Old Ford to search for user Linglu).I wrote too much in the second grade before, so that the contrast between the heroine and the heroine is too great.So from Chapter 1 of the second change, I set the heroine as an ordinary girl who is comfortable with friends (Edward and Didymi Bryan, etc.), but is a cold-blooded hunter in front of enemies and the hero.After I finish writing, I will publish a special article about my thoughts and the process of writing,,, maybe someone is willing to read it. . .