The Love of Roses in the Enchanted Series

70 years later, the priest in the study was horrified. He did not believe in the existence of vampires from the bottom of his heart, and the exorcism ceremony not long ago was just a ridiculous farce. The legendary vampires act as scapegoats for their own evil deeds.

Now, the person he planned to kill said that he was the devil who killed his great-grandfather back then.

"I don't believe it... I don't believe it... That's right!"

He rushed to the desk and opened the drawer, took out the revolver hidden in it, and there were a few silver bullets in the drawer, which were originally placed symbolically to show that vampires were real, but they were used at this time.

He hurriedly filled the bullets one by one into the barrel of the gun and aimed at Myron above.

"Go away! Go away! Vampire, this bullet is made of sterling silver, and I have been trained to hit the right shot!"

Myron giggled, disdainful and contemptuous: "Back then I was shot because I had too much trust in that person, but now you invite me in, I am not restricted by the protection of this family at all, just a few bullets Can you hit me?"

"Nonsense!" the priest yelled, about to shoot Myron's heart, just when he pressed the hammer, his wrist was lightened suddenly. Looking again, his wrist had been neatly severed, and the hand holding the pistol flew forward for a while. After a distance, he bumped into the opposite bookshelf and fell to the ground with a bang.

Blood sprayed out from the cut, and the small room was filled with the smell of blood. At this moment, the priest felt severe pain and opened his mouth to scream, but Myron, who was already close to him, covered his mouth and forcibly stopped the scream. .

"I'm going to make you shout, and let a bunch of people come to hear the sound, but it's too bad..." He licked his lips, his natural greed for blood made him unbearable: "The blood of sinners is always very fragrant, that's right... ...you're making me hungry..."

"Uh...uh..." She struggled to escape, but couldn't move.

The priest opened his big eyes in horror. The young man who was once so beautiful in his eyes has now become a terrible blood-eating monster. His cruel behavior in the past is nothing in front of the real devil.

Opening his mouth, the two tiger teeth deformed and elongated into terrifying fangs of beasts, piercing into the fragile neck of a human being. The pain of the severed aorta made the priest tremble, and soon the fangs were retracted, and the cold lips pressed Suck on the wound.

Vampire saliva contains a paralyzing and intoxicating ingredient more terrifying than any drug known to man.Because it is something that can instantly make humans addicted, it will make the victim completely ignore the rapid flow of blood in the body, and can't wait to dedicate himself to the devil with fangs.

The priest's breathing became short because of this, and he actively tilted his head back, making it easier for the vampire to absorb the essence of life. The eyes of the prey were like those of a drug addict, lifeless and empty, sinking into a dreamland of hallucinogens.

Gradually, the priest fell limply to the ground, with an empty and joyful expression on his face, as if he was enjoying the supreme joy. The irony is that his skin is getting grayer and paler, and his youth fades away, just like a color photo painted with grayscale. The color is getting lighter and lighter.

When the eyes were closed, he was already a dead body.

The blush was on the face of the devil who had just had a full meal, and his restless desire was appeased, and the blood was like rain, nourishing his thirsty heart.

By the time he was fully awake and out of the devil's state, it was already more than ten minutes later. Looking at the corpse at his feet, he fell into a dazed state.

again……

The door of the study room was gently opened, and it was Owen who came in.

"Myron?" He glanced at the priest in the ground in surprise, and put it on Myron's face again.

Myron should not have panicked, but panicked.The past actually happened again, and just after he had satisfied his thirst for blood, he was seen by the person he least expected to appear at this time.

The only difference was that Owen didn't have a gun loaded with silver bullets.

So, insult, blame, run away, even, pick up the gun held by the severed hand on the ground, and aim at your heart...

Owen was calmer than expected.After entering the study, he closed the door gently, looked at his father again, frowned, thinking about something, Myron saw that he hadn't made any movement towards him, which made him feel anxious instead.

"You..." Don't you ask anything?

Owen sighed and said, "This is troublesome, I have clearly told you to stay at home and string the rosary."

"I……"

Owen looked at the half-closed hidden door in the fireplace. This incident surprised him more than he found the priest's violent death.

"Secret room? Tunnel?"

"...the tunnel, leading to the catacombs of Hawthorne's house..." Myron whispered, thinking of the past, his throat that had just been moistened was bitter again.

Owen held Myron in one hand and the flashlight he had just found in the other, and led Myron through the secret door shortly into the dark and damp tunnel. During this period, the two did not speak a word, only holding hands sweaty.

Myron never expected that Owen would react like this after seeing the murderer, just like a father who caught a naughty child and his only reaction was to shrug his shoulders helplessly.

This person...isn't Paul...

Now instead of wanting to let go of the hand being held, I feel my heart beating so fast that the whole tunnel is filled with the sound of my own heartbeat.

Or maybe Owen was really different from everyone else, even from his great-grandfather Paul, Myron thought.

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After walking out of the tomb, Owen carefully closed the door of the tomb, still leading Myron, and walked back to his manor like a walk.Myron never took his hand away. The events of 70 years ago and 70 years later made him feel agitated.Or, being held by Owen's big warm hand can really calm the disturbed square inch.

When he returned to the manor before dawn, Owen asked him to sit down, and went to the kitchen to make a cup of rose tea by himself. The tea tasted sweeter than ever.

"Have a drink, get your mind together," Owen said.

Tempted by the sweetness, Myron couldn't help but sip even though he had already had a meal of blood not long ago. Apart from his favorite rose scent, this tea also had another flavor mixed in, which suits his taste quite well. .

After Owen waited for him to drink, he finally asked.

"Why did you kill the priest?"

"He..." stopped after saying only one word, Myron thought: If it was said that the priest was the prisoner who killed several backpackers recently, would Owen believe it?

Owen shook his head: "You are too impatient. In the past few days, the police have started ambushing outside the church to find evidence of his crime, but unfortunately they found nothing. It turns out that there is a tunnel at home, so that he can hide the crime..."

"Why do you know him..." Myron was inexplicably surprised.

"Do you remember the time when we went to the cemetery to see the murder scene? Except for the police inside the blockade and the person who found the body, no one knew that the victim was a woman. The priest revealed the gender of the deceased as soon as he came. If he could A psychic is a murderer.”

Myron recalled what the priest said at that time, yes, the priest said at that time, may God bless that poor woman and guide her soul to heaven.

Owen paced back and forth in the living room, looking a little irritable, trying to loosen the clenched lines between his brows, but in vain, sighed and put down his hands.

"Now that you kill someone, the news will be passed on to the Holy Demon White Council and the Godly Knights through human law enforcement agencies. No one in the blood race can intervene to speak for you, and the church will happily prepare a coffin for you..."

Myron's expression changed, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground, shattered crisply.

"What did you say? What is the White Council of Holy Demons and the Knights of God?" The corners of his mouth trembled, and his voice was also fragile.

"Even if I want to cover you, I can only cover you for a while, you..." At this point, I still blamed Myron: "The vampires have countless records of stains in the past, and the church will not accept any reason from you, even if You can escape, but you can't escape the pursuit of Tianya Haijiao, the divine knight."

"You are..." Myron suddenly realized: "Girod from Northern Europe...one of the divine knights..."

Owen acquiesced, and looked at Myron quietly, with deep eyes and unspeakable intentions.

Knowing that it was the enemy in front of him, Myron immediately got up and wanted to leave, but he was dizzy when he got up, and after shaking for a few times, he was puzzled and put his hands on the table to avoid falling. He understood and gritted his teeth.

"There's medicine in the tea!"

"It's not medicine, it's my blood." He explained without hesitation: "You know, in order to resist the vampire's charm, the divine knights were all injected with serum made from the blood of vampires to transform their blood. Vampires If you drink the blood of the Divine Knight, you will become weak and temporarily lose your ability to move."

As a vampire, Myron certainly knows this. He also knows that the blood serum is taken from the imprisoned vampires by the religious order. How much effort the religious order has spent on researching the production of medicines from vampire blood, even the White Council of the Nightmare is open-eyed. Close one eye.

That is to say, once he is caught by the Divine Knights and sent to the church, he will become a guinea pig for experiments, and he can only serve the punishment of being imprisoned forever, which is more painful than death, because the pain never ends.

The most urgent thing to do is to run, and after only a few steps, the darkness that fills the sky and the earth hits him, and he collapses on the ground, unconscious again.

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When Myron woke up from the soft mattress, she was naked, only covered with a quilt from the waist down, and her whole body was so heavy that it seemed to be covered with lead weights.

I wanted to try to move my hands and feet, but I couldn't even move my fingers. I remembered that the blood of the Godly Knights is very poisonous to them, and it can paralyze the nerves of the vampires, making them helpless like newborn babies .

"hateful……"

"Your mouth should not be used for cursing, but for kissing, caressing, and speaking love words in your lover's arms..." Girod, who had just taken a bath and wrapped a towel around his waist, came and sat down. Looking at the edge of the bed, he smiled and said, "Gene Trenson, I mean it."

Caressing the silver-white long hair, cherishing it gently, as if it was the grace moonlight cast by the goddess from the night sky.

Myron asked in a deep voice, "How did you guess that I was Jean?"

Focusing on fiddling with his hair, Gerald's answer was casual: "The real Owen came back here last summer, when he saw you from the room, exactly like the old photo..."

When Myron recalled passing by the manor last summer, he seemed to have caught sight of a figure, but...

"What old photo?"

Gerald took out a photo from the cabinet next to it. It seemed to be quite cherished, and it was specially wrapped in a piece of cardboard.Open the paper, there are three people in the yellowed photo, Paul, Natalie, and Jean Trenson standing in the middle.

Paul and Natalie looked at the camera shyly. As for Gene, he was a little nervous. According to legend, the camera couldn't capture the vampire, but in fact they didn't want to spread the image, leaving suspicious evidence.

Old photos are a door that opens the memory of the past.He originally refused to take pictures, but Paul forced him to go to the only photo studio in the town, saying that when he gets old, he can still use this photo to remember how young everyone used to be, which moved his heart.Or wait decades later, when people die, he can have a small item in memory of them.

It's a pity that he never got the photo, and he has long forgotten about it. Seeing the photo 70 years later seems like a lifetime away.

Girod continued to explain: "... Owen has studied Natalie's diary. After seeing you, he suspected that the vampire was not dead. Now he wants to come back to take revenge on Paul Silver's descendants, so he took the photo to the church Go, let the Royal Knights take over this case..."

"So you're here." He stared at Gerald bitterly.

"So here I am, I want to see you."

"And then? Now you should take me back to the Knights of the Gods, push me into the decaying vampire hotel, and then boast to the order, oh, Girod, I'm so proud of you, you won another battle A jihad." Even though his whole body is weak, his mouth is still unreasonable.

"I said before, with such a dream-provoking mouth, what should be revealed should be the words of love between lovers."

Put the photo back into the cabinet as a treasure, and this time caress the smooth cheeks with my fingers, savoring the unique clear skin of blood people, I can't put it down.

"Let go!" said disgusted, he never wanted this person to touch him again.

"Ah, so ruthless..." The face was so close that the two lips were almost pressed together, but the other hand began to move on the other's bare chest. The movement was ambiguous and erotic, announcing that something was about to happen next. .

Myron lowered his eyes and asked sarcastically, "Knights of God have always been proud of their chaste and noble character, but now you are doing the same thing as that perverted priest. Why, the religious order has forced you to abstinence for too long, making you hungry , don’t even want to let go of the vampires you look down upon?”

Gerald didn't answer, and kissed the mouth that spoke bitter words, yes, lips as soft as petals are only suitable for being kissed and loved, and it's a pity to use them to accuse others.Scholarly Mendi Forum

Myron wanted to turn his head away to avoid the kiss, but he couldn't exert any strength in his body, and even biting was a bit difficult, so he could only passively accept the other's fiery bite, and the only way he could resist was to open his eyes wide and ruthlessly. He stared fiercely, showing his reluctance.

Owen didn't care, he wanted to have these lips for a long time.After getting the kiss as one wished, one would naturally feel the joy of having one's wish fulfilled, so how could just one kiss be enough?First, he used the provocative way of a bird pecking to confirm that the lips were sweeter than he had imagined, and then he began to lick and bite the lips, intentionally biting harder so that it would be dyed red.

After finally separating, Myron took the opportunity to resentfully say: "I would rather you pierce my heart with a sword and let me be wiped out, just don't humiliate people in this way!"

"I don't want to humiliate you, but, on the eve of our long-term separation, you must give me some memories to spend the long lonely nights in the future..."

"Sooner or later, I will be sent to the church, why say something hypocritical?"

"You can't listen to what I say." Smiling: "Oh, stop talking, I only gave God three days off, and I can't waste it."

"You...what do you want?" Myron was annoyed by his tangled words.

"I just want to pluck a blue rose, and then..." Pointing to my heart: "Hiding here."

He kissed that lip again, feeling that the other party was resisting, trying his best to push away the tongue that forcibly invaded, but he never gave up the attack, and it was inevitable to occupy this person.

"You... don't..." While the lips were rolling and touching, the man below tried his best to find a gap to refuse: "I don't want to..."

"I think."

The man took control from the beginning, forcibly pursed the lips and teeth, chased the tongue that was trying to escape, and forced to entangle with himself, knowing that the other party was extremely unwilling, but he couldn't stop.

At this moment, the idle hand pulled down the covered quilt, and Myron was even more resentful. Girod actually took advantage of his unconsciousness to take off his clothes, and the intention can be imagined.

"Well..." The gagged mouth tried to protest, he really would rather die here now than the humiliation of being forcibly occupied.

Owen then untied the bath towel around him, unabashedly revealing the part that had already been excited, and pressed his leg against the paralyzed body in a way of declaring the territory, the scorching body heat made the other party shudder.

"You are so soft... your whole body is so soft..."

Of course it is soft, so soft that there is no strength at all.Now Myron wished that he was a Gorgon, and could have the ability to directly petrify this person.

Why is there such a big contrast between the front and back of this person?On the way back from the church, he was even moved, thinking that if it was this person, it might be possible for two people to be happy.But, this person turned out to be a liar who told lies. From the very beginning, he let himself fall into his trap, and was manipulated by him, letting him see how many jokes he made.

I hate this person more than I hate the person who shot him back then.

"If you really go on...I will kill you...I can't kill you now, but I will kill you in the future..." He gritted his teeth and said words of curse and resentment.

Gerald smiled, rubbing his nose against Fang's ear, smelling his unique body odor, and murmured: "Okay, okay... If you hate me, at least you will take care of yourself before you kill me!" ..."

What this person said was very strange, as if he was really waiting for his revenge in the future——

No, don't be fooled by this man again. Myron foresees his fate to be trapped in the cult until the end. What this fellow Girod said is completely ironic.

"You are really fragrant. You know, someone said: let your jasmine withstand the baptism of the rainstorm, and it will release the wildest fragrance; torture the flowers to extract the fragrance..."

"You're just using other people's mouths to justify your actions, just like most moralists in the world." He said contemptuously.

Gerald laughed softly. This rose really has thorns, and the thorns are eloquent.

"That's right, it's useless to talk too much, what my mouth should do is to kiss your whole body..."

"No more kisses!" She became angry from embarrassment, "I won't kiss you even if I die!"

"Why not? If time permits, I should learn from a poet and spend 100 years praising the eyes of my lover, gazing at her face, and then 3 years praising the rest. Each part is at least a century. It is only in the last century that it is opened. Your heart is on guard, because you deserve to be loved at such a slow rate... But, alas, the winged chariot of time is approaching, and I can't wait..."

Myron knew that he was quoting the love poems of the British poet Marvell, and the content was to persuade his reluctant lover to stop being shy, time flies, don't waste time, and have fun in time.

"Neither fish nor fowl, I am not that timid lover, but a poor prisoner deceived by villains."

"You're right, but I still plan to kiss your whole body and remember every part of your body. In the days to come, I will draw a little memory in my mind to recall..."

"What are you talking about?" I always felt that there was something strange in his words.

He smiled again but didn't answer, and then, Gerald really did what he said, kissing Myron over and over again, his big hands also obsessively touched up and down, and inevitably, uninterrupted vicious words came from his head.

"No more... I curse you in the name of the blood race... You will die uncontrollably. After death, all the devils in hell will eat your soul, all the evil insects in the world will gnaw at your body, and so will the god you worship Refuse you to enter the kingdom of heaven, and the heavens and the earth will spurn you..."

"And I love you."

Hearing unexpected words suddenly, Myron's cursing condensed into the air. It took a while to realize what Owen had said. He became even more angry and shouted: "Then let me go!"

"No, I said that the power of the sect is far and wide, and you cannot escape the pursuit of the divine knights from all corners of the world. Rather than letting them kill you or arrest you and lock you up, it is better for me to do it myself."

Sadness flashed in his eyes, like a fleeting moment, but his attitude was firm, without any wavering.

"Because I love you." As if to emphasize his heart, Owen said it again.

I love you.

From the moment I saw the old photos for the first time, I was taken away by the people in the photos, and since then I have endless admiration and longing.

This is not a momentary distraction caused by the vampire's charm, because he already has antibodies in his body.But on the day when they really met, his world was illuminated, and in a pair of eyes as blue as the sky and as dark as the sea, he told himself that he had found the unique blue rose in his heart.

A vampire named Myron Trenson.

Now, he can no longer restrain his desire. Even a knight who is running for God to slay demons will have a day of demons. He is completely addicted to this person, unable to extricate himself. Devil's arms.

Temporary sinking, because the closing date of the religious order was only enough for him to delay for three days.

During these three stolen days, he would embrace the devil to his heart's content.Because of love, he became a fellow traveler of the devil.

Licking and kissing this cheek, that earlobe, the beautiful neck, the collarbone, and the pearly soft and smooth chest, when the tongue slipped across the tender red slightly convex place, trembling moans came from the person below.Although the body is paralyzed, the senses are still sharp, defying the owner's will and standing up slightly, like early buds quietly protruding from the calyx.

"I heard that the bodies of blood clansmen are very sensitive, and it is true..."

"Go to hell!" Myron cursed, so angry at the moan he couldn't suppress just now, he should have cut his own tongue.

Gerald was just being mischievous, rubbing his hands on his belly, deliberately rubbing the symbol of the other's lust, and observing the emotions hidden between the eyebrows of the person below him.

"I like how you flirt..."

"I'm not flirting!" He hurriedly retorted, but he suddenly took a breath and blushed: "Let go! That's not what you should touch..."

"I want to make you comfortable."

"You just disgust me!"

Gerald wrapped his palm around the other's soft stem, and felt the pulsation there with a little pressure. This body was sensitive enough.

"No..." His self-esteem was suppressed, and his body was humiliated against his will, making his cursing weak.

Up to now, Girod couldn't let go, and he couldn't let go. His selfish desire made him decide to take this person by force.Even though he knew that the other party would hate him to the bone, his subordinates still acted mercilessly, teasing the other party's lower body. In his eyes, any part of this little devil's body was extremely cute.

He was really possessed by a demon, and the raging fire in his body was the evidence. He had no hesitation, and wanted to drag the devil to share a feast of lust with him.

Even if it caused the other party to cry, he couldn't stop.

"Don't cry..." Rou Rou kissed away the tears from the corners of Myron's eyes.

"I didn't cry!" cried, "Don't touch again...no...don't..."

Panting, his reaction couldn't be concealed from others, his pale skin was slightly stained by the caress, and as the rubbing became more intense, the blush on his face became more intense.

"Put it... I don't want to..." Biting her lower lip suddenly, she couldn't hold it back anymore, the viscous liquid sprayed on the hand shaped like a wrench.

His eyes were red from crying unwillingly, and the tears shed again did not know whether it was because of being insulted, or the natural reaction of the body after expressing it.

"...I will kill you! Just let me escape..."

"You can kill me..." Sliding your finger into the hot spot underneath: "But, let me first..."

With great difficulty, Myron's red cheeks faded again, but he also knew that at present he could only be slaughtered. Although he bears the notoriety of the devil, in fact, the divine knights in righteous robes are more powerful than him. Treacherous, as evidenced by the massive reduction of devils in the world.

"Don't be afraid...be patient..." Gerald kept speeding up his fingers in and out, first letting Myron's private parts get used to containing foreign objects.

"Pain..." Perhaps Girod's actions were a little rough, and Myron quickly frowned because of the pain.

Girod seems to be able to handle it with ease, but in fact his body is about to explode. The person he admires is lying in front of him, and he is alluring. If he hadn't possessed extraordinary self-control, he would have used a murder weapon to torture the other party in the body, but the other party's expression of forbearance It was so sexy, he couldn't bear it anymore, pulled out his fingers, raised the other's buttocks, and pushed himself in.

"Hmm..." Gritting his teeth, he endured the severe pain of being forcibly expanded. On his forehead, bean-sized sweat came out.

"...I really can't help it, I..."

He said words that sounded quite apologetic, but the movement of pushing and twitching was violent, which made Myron terrified, tears flowed all over his face, and his nose turned red from sobbing. The severe pain made him unable to move. Thinking, even dizzy, the cursing words can no longer be coherent, and can only repeat a few simple words.

"Woo...it hurts...it hurts...I hate you, I hate you...I hate you...I hate you..."

"I know I know……"

Even if he knew it, he couldn't stop torturing this silver-haired beauty. He enjoyed the pleasure of being embraced by a beautiful body, and his love became stronger and stronger. This kind of enthusiasm is also poured into the other person's body, drowning in the sea of ​​desire together with myself.

Not long after, he erupted in the depths, dripping freely.

Finally possessed this person, hugged him in his arms contentedly, even if he heard constant cursing and sobbing in his ears, those cursing words could penetrate his heart more than the angel's singing, and the pitiful weeping was more powerful than the seductiveness of the sea. The singing of the mermaid made him even more fascinated.

"I love you……"

Even if he spoke sincerely, in the ears of the devil who was almost stunned to death, it was just a breeze of deceit.

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For the next three days, as Gerald said, he didn't let Myron get out of bed.He single-handedly took care of the cleaning up after the intense affair. Myron was forced to have sex with him when she was awake, and was held tightly by this man when she was asleep, and she was reluctant to let go for a moment.

Occasionally, I heard police officer Dick shouting outside, probably wanting to come to Girod to inquire about the case of the priest being brutally sniped, but I always encountered ghosts hitting the wall outside the door. Girod erected a strong wall of protective spells, impenetrable to ordinary people.

On the third night, Gerald didn't even say a word, and pestered people crazily, as if after the sun came, the world would fall into the end of the world, and he wanted to seize the time, caressing, bumping, and biting his lips over and over again. Rose.

Separation is imminent.

The moment before the morning light came into the room, Gerald bit the tip of his tongue and forced Myron to drink a large amount of blood that belonged to the knight of the gods.

Seeing his favorite blue pupils spread with extreme hatred, the black wings of death favored Cain's descendant, a vampire named Myron Terenson.

"good bye my love……"

Mumbling, reluctance.

But you have to be willing.