Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

"Of course, I will definitely not let them get you again. Now, I declare that you are guilty, and you will commit the crime of murdering blood." He said. "I will be sentenced to death by flogging as a warning. Three days later, at night, I will be executed in front of all the captives. Come and take him down!"

Lan Yan felt very strange. For a while he worried about the little girl Anastas who ran away alone, and for a while he thought of those people who died in their sleep. His heart was still heavy, but his body felt light, dazed and helpless. He thought maybe it was He is really too arrogant, remembering what he said when he first met Winster, he said that he is equivalent to the existence of God.As for the other vampires, even the lowest-level newborns were existences that crushed humans.He remembered what he had said to Noelle, he taught him to change, he gave him the idea of ​​equality, and he tried to use that poorly made bomb to deal with the vampires, which caused so many people to die...

If, if he had succumbed earlier, wouldn't such a human tragedy have happened?If I had surrendered earlier and given up my so-called dignity, would I have been able to survive.

He seemed to be trying to untangle a knot, racking his brains and brains, and everyone told him that it was a knot, so no need to waste effort or time...

But how can an egg beat a rock?The knot cannot be untied.If he is really another true king, it proves that fate has already made a choice for him. He is destined to stand in the camp of vampires, but what has he done?Everyone told him, explicitly or implicitly, that all he needed to do was become another true king, and the chaos would subside in an instant, and everyone would bow their heads to him...

But another voice rang again, what do these things care about me?Even though I live one more life, I am an outsider. How the mainland was restored to peace a thousand years ago and how it will be restored in the future has nothing to do with him. The soul exists, and I will go back sooner or later. I cannot be trapped here.

Winster said he would protect him forever, Augustus said he would suffer some pain, Noelle said he would be better off alive, Aphra said he didn't have enough choices...

Pope Sirius made his choice, with the body of the vampire and the soul of the human.Noelle also made his choice, he would rather die by himself than let him fall into the hands of the vampires.

They are all so determined, at the cost of their lives.

Lan Yan huddled in the corner, his hands and feet were chained, he buried his head in his arms, the prison was very dark, only the dim candlelight in the corridor shone in dimly.

His insistence is really meaningless?Winster disappeared, so many people died, and now he is going to die, maybe he can be truly free, but he will never be reconciled.

He trembled and couldn't help sobbing.There was still no one he could rely on, he thought he had suffered a lot, and he was really going to die, these bloody vampires were really going to kill him.

"Winster, Winster, if you were here you would tell me what to do, right?"

he whispered.

He remembered that when he was a child, he and Winster rode horses leisurely on the country roads, led the little white dog to run on the green pasture in front of Eisenmisburg, and studied together with Fuli, Minian and others. Dumplings, messing around with dance parties, flouting the rules unscrupulously, the life he thought he was bound by was the freest life he had.

Winston loves him so much, although there are a few times that are hateful, but most of the time he always clings to him.

He thought that he needed someone to take care of him, and Winster was very suitable, otherwise he would be like weeds in the wind, weeds are very free, but they only know how to grow wildly, no one will like it, they will only feel in the way.

"Winster, Winster."

he whispered.

"Still calling the real king's name?" A voice sneered.

He looked up, and it was Gusjoy Rhodes in clean white clothes. This despicable guy was dressed so much like Pope Sirius, and even had a silver chain hanging on his chest.

"Before, I was always called a waste and a counterfeit by them." The jailer opened the door, and Gusjoy walked in, followed by Aphra...

Lan Yan's eyes widened, Afra held the tray, lowered her head, and resumed her servant's attire in a black dress.

"Now I think I'm much better than you. After all, I still have the title of 'White King', and you have become a prisoner. Do you think so? Aphra?" Gusjoy asked.

"Yes, my lord," Aphra said.

"Think about how you treated me with a proud attitude and gaze at the beginning. I just wanted to talk to you a few more words. You didn't want to. You thought I wasn't qualified to cling to you. Now? Do you still think so? ?” He squatted down in front of Lan Yan. "It's so cold here." He rubbed his arms pretendingly. "You are dressed so thinly, so it should be colder? Oh, look at the corner of the wall over there, it's covered with frost."

Lan Yan glared at him resentfully, that face similar to his was so resentful.

"How is it? Please? Please, I will hug you for the first time, how about it?" Gusjoy laughed loudly. Now he is glamorous and honored as an adult, which is in stark contrast to the blue smoke of the prisoner.

Laughing and laughing, he stopped suddenly.

"I'm serious. If you are willing to respect me as the eldest relative, I am willing to embrace you for the first time."

He carefully studied Lan Yan's expression.

Lan Yan was unmoved, and looked at him coldly. "Do you think His Excellency the Pope would like you to wear his clothes? That would be a kind of defilement to him!"

Gusjoy couldn't hold back immediately, his eyes seemed to be breathing fire, he turned around and took out the long whip from Aphra's tray, and frantically whipped it at him.

Lan Yan let out a cry of pain, fell to the ground and curled up, his thin clothes were quickly ripped apart, red welts interlaced or overlapped on his pale skin, blood splashed like bloody flowers blooming on the snow, Desperate and beautiful.

"I miss him! Who remembers him now but me?" cried Gusjoy grimly, his silver chain dancing with his movements.

"You're going to beat him to death." Aphra Loft said lightly.

Gusjoy finally stopped and looked at her darkly over his shoulder.

Aphra still lowered her head. "Just to remind you, my lord."

Gusjoy snorted coldly, raised his hand and threw the red-dyed whip at her.

Panting, Lan Yan opened her red eyes and said through gritted teeth: "You said you miss him, think about what you did to him, does he need your memory? He would rather die than become a vampire."

"What did I do to him? I did it for his own good, only for his own good. Thinking about how he was dying of illness before, everyone was helpless! Only me, only I saved him at the risk of being punished, What's wrong with being a vampire? Isn't immortality what many people dream of?" Gusjoy looked at him sternly. "Just like now, haven't you taken the initiative to come to ask for our first hug?"

"Hahaha, it turns out that the person who would rather die than accept the first hug, now comes to ask for the first hug, so funny." He kept sneering and sarcastic, wantonly venting the pent-up resentment in his heart.

Lan Yan clenched her fists tightly, her chest heaving violently.

"Your Highness said that I will execute you in three days. From now on, everyone will never remember you, and there will never be anyone like me again." Gusjoy sneered. "At that time, everyone will remember that offending the blood race will be the end."

Shortly after Gusjoy and Aphra left, another man entered the prison.

At that time, Lan Yan was trembling weakly, and he didn't notice it for a long time until he made a sound.

"You shouldn't be here," said the teenage vampire.

Lan Yan opened her eyes, and it was Earl Dennis David. His black clothes seemed to melt into the darkness, but the blond hair was too dazzling, like molten gold, and those emerald eyes were as quiet as wolves.

"Do whatever you want, anyway, I can't resist now, and you don't have to worry about being retaliated." He closed his eyes again, as if he didn't care.

"I want to taste your blood, but now you have lost the appetite to make my index finger move."

"You are cheap, but you don't want it if you give it to you. Do people have to resist?"

As soon as his provocative words came out, at that moment, Dennis seemed to have returned to that cool autumn night, with the silver moon hanging high, the darkness was boundless, and he was free and easy with delicious food and wine.

"You seem to be ready to die."

"Isn't it? Who else will save me now?"

Dennis fell silent.

"How's the situation outside now?" Lan Yan asked.

"You've failed badly," Dennis said.

Lan Yan thought of Anasta running in the dark again, her white dress was so dazzling, like an elf in the night, the skirt was her fluttering wings.

How can she live alone?I can't speak well.

"Where's Noelle? Is he still alive?" he asked.

"Alive, we want to persuade him to fall to us and persuade those who still want to resist. After all, he is also a rare human leader, much better than the cowardly Christen Peters."

"Ahem." Lan Yan's cheeks were abnormally red, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. "That's good." A faint smile appeared on his face.

Dennis watched quietly, thinking that this man would never again have the audacity to jump up and point at his nose and curse.

The jailer is also a human being, standing by the torch, waiting respectfully.

Dennis walked out of the prison, squinting his eyes slightly, and his voice was full of warnings: "He has become a death row prisoner, but it's not your turn to torture him. If he can't survive the execution, who do you say should be questioned?"

The jailer raised his head slightly, met the cold eyes of the vampire, and quickly lowered his body. "This... Lord Earl, the wound on his body was not caused by us, it was..." He hesitated.

"who is it?"

"Master Bai Wang."

"Gusjoy!" Dennis whispered.

The jailer waited anxiously for the vampire's order.

"Get him somewhere warmer."

It took a long time for the jailer to hear such a sentence, and when he looked up again, there was no one in front of him.

This world is completely different from Northland.

At that time, Winster led Willems to the front of the Pope's Palace in Pergata. As soon as he stepped on the stone steps, he felt something was wrong. The scene around him seemed to be distorted by an unknown force fluctuation. Lims shouted in worry and fear, and then appeared on the zebra crossing in the central street of Shanghai.

There are confused lights everywhere, colorful, high-rise buildings, heavy traffic, people's clothes are weird, and the streets are full of voices that represent joy and freedom.Pedestrians passed quickly, and there were piercing whistles and roars behind them.

Dressed in striking black, His Majesty the True King stood calmly in the middle of the road, looked back, and saw several 'sports cars' that Lan Yan had drawn for him.

The idiot rich second generation with his sexy girlfriend honked impatiently at him and poked his head out to yell at him.

He instantly understood that he had come to Lan Yan's world.

He stared at the second ancestor, and searched all his thoughts and cognitions in his heart the moment he looked over.

As soon as the eyes met, the second generation ancestor felt that something was wrong. The eyes of the foreign friend wearing a strange retro aristocratic outfit were full of strange power. His eyes were dark like a boundless night, and there were little golden glows in them, like some kind of Beast, with repressed madness and danger, wisdom and fanaticism.The pupils of the Second Generation Ancestor gradually dilated, as if lost in thought, and fell into the mist of cruising, he felt that he was like a newborn baby in front of him, without any cover or shame.

Some people thought that this handsome international friend could not understand Chinese, so they went up to communicate with him in English and politely told him that it was a red light and it was very dangerous to stay in the middle of the road.

The real king Winston showed a polite smile, followed the passers-by to the street, and said thank you in Chinese.

The female companion yelled in the ear, until Winster disappeared into the crowd, and the second ancestor who had been read by him came back to his senses, scratched his hair inexplicably, and drove away.

Too worried about the situation in the other world, and eager to tell his beloved Lan Yan the good news, Winston has been trying to find the feeling and power of time travel, and trying to grasp the control, but it is not easy. Failed countless times...

During this period, His Majesty the True King, who made good use of his ability and wisdom, also accumulated a large amount of wealth in this world, entered the rich list and obtained a legal status for himself.Well, although in Northland, His Majesty the True King is a second-generation, old-fashioned aristocrat who inherited a huge family inheritance, but in this world he has become a real 'doer', a new rich man, and an upstart.

Worried that Lan Yan would have a bad life without him, he was very anxious, but the ability still made no progress.Because I once read Lan Yan's thoughts and learned about the information of this world, I also went to his hometown Hangzhou to find traces of his previous life.

I found the yard where he lived with his grandfather when he was a child, found the intersection where he used to watch his parents leave with his brother, also found the half-mountain villa where he lived before his death, and found his tombstone.

The black-haired young man in the photo has a handsome face and fair skin, which is nothing like the current Lan Yan.But Winster can still see from his disdainful and meaningless smile that he is his Lan Yan. Lan Yan likes to show this kind of expression very much. It seems that he is always very proud and owed, but Winster thinks it is very cute. .

He gently stroked his cold photo.

Ten years have passed, this young body will always stay at 23 years old, while his blue smoke is just 18 years old.

This world is so lively and extraordinary, no wonder his Lan Yan thinks his world is dull and boring.

Lan Yan fell ill and developed a high fever, and they invited someone to treat him.

It was unnecessary, even though he thought so, he was still unwilling to die like this. He had suffered so much and suffered so much humiliation, how could he die like an ordinary person?

They seem to have lit a fire, and the light of the fire is flickering on the limestone bricks, but Lan Yan still feels very cold and lonely. Duo shyly apologized to him in the library, for a while, Donna held up the blood-stained bronze candle holder ferociously, and for a while, Sirius in clean robes sat at the desk by the high window and gently persuaded him, like wisdom. the elders of...

He met a lot of good people, and he became friends with those good people, and he also met a lot of bad people, and those bad people just increased his experience.

Now, there is no one around him.

He felt that he should take the initiative to die, so that those despicable people would have no way to humiliate him in public...

But still not reconciled, he burst into tears, still not reconciled, not reconciled!