Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

The first time Lan Yan experienced death was in late autumn when she was eight years old.The flaming red leaves of maple leaves spread a thick layer in the yard. They are dry, tough and brittle, exuding a faint fragrance, and they will make a "click, click" sound when stepped on.The nanny held his hand and stood under the old and huge maple tree, watching the servants bury the Samoyed who had grown up with him.He remembered that it was when the sun was about to set, and the setting sun painted everything with a sad and dark blood color.

The dog lay motionless on the ground, its eyes were closed tightly, its tongue was pulled out, its white fur was still soft, and its body was already stiff.

Grandpa said it was old enough.

Lan Yan was very sad, half understanding.

In the winter of the same year, Grandpa also passed away, not in the warm yard, nor in the warm sunset.

There were only harsh incandescent lights in the hospital, and everyone was crying. They were all standing in the corridor, and my mother was holding my brother and standing beside him.When the body was pushed out by the nurse, he saw the hand that often hugged him, thin and white, hanging powerlessly from the edge of the bed.He subconsciously took a step forward to catch up, but the nanny immediately pulled him back, her eyes were also red.

The most surprising thing is Torredo, he thinks he is a pretty good person, barely a friend is a pretty good person.

He was sitting under that unknown tree, with those empty emerald eyes open, like a beautiful doll with a power cut off.

He remembered that when he first came here, in order to take care of him and feed him, Sally often stole money and was beaten and bruised. It was not until his health recovered that his life gradually improved.He was a grown man, with the mind and soul of a grown man, but Sally was a real kid.He cares about outsiders, but treats him very well.

He didn't understand why Sally insisted on following him, he was no longer a child, and insisted on being in groups, not to mention that the relationship had faded after a few years.

Ah, for the sake of the past, no matter what thoughts he has, seeing that he is in a difficult situation, if he can help, it is considered as repaying the favor.

Just as he didn't expect that Sally would fight with Leslie to avenge him back then, he also didn't expect that Sally would come to this dangerous place and lose his life because of him.He knew that Sally was a person who understood the rules of survival. To Sally, as long as he could survive, nothing else was important.

Leslie often bullied them back then, but Sally would still accept the food Leslie gave them when he pitied them. When he was bullied, he only knew to pull the blue smoke to avoid conflicts.Dignity and morality are unimportant things to him. People in the slums are very happy as long as they fill their stomachs.Some stupid but simple.

He always thinks of him and treats him like a big shot.

Thinking of this, Lan Yan's eyes got wet again. He personally packed Sally's bones, put them into the black coffin, and closed the lid.

It was freezing rain in the sky, and it was completely dark. Tiny ice beads hit the coffin lid and jumped around.

He thought he was still too weak, he should be more ruthless.If you are hurt, you can't swallow your anger, you must retaliate even harder, give them a warning, tell them that there is only one chance to offend them, and they can't afford the consequences!

Lan Yan's eyes were still blood red, hatred and sadness made him mad, wishing he could eat Gusjoy alive.

He rejected Gracie's suggestion to let him rest and entered the Lepasser Forest himself.

After searching for three days and three nights, they finally got a clue. A fleeing blood clan they caught revealed the location of Gusjoy and David.

After he told the news, Lan Yan killed him. He saw Gracie and Bradley looking at him in horror, but turned away still covered in blood.

The temperature in the forest is lower, and vampires also like warmth. The temperature makes them uncomfortable, but no one dares to light the fire.

In the cave, several humans curled up in the innermost part, trembling, while the vampires sat at the entrance of the cave to prevent them from escaping and beasts from entering.

They heard the news of the search, and they dared not go out for the past few days. They wanted to wait for King Bai to negotiate and make concessions before going out.

The attack a few days ago was planned by other blood races in the city. They just took advantage of the chaos and wanted to catch some more humans. It happened that Dennis recognized Sally and the others.

Gusjoy Lord sat on a cold stone, leaning against the mountain wall, and the Davids and the other vampires sat across from him.Ever since the two left him and ran away, they had been in a strange situation, as if everyone was isolating him and thinking he was going to die.

In fact, he also felt that he must die. Sally didn't kill him. When he entered the forest, he met a group of hungry newborns. Those people snatched the human from his hands and tore him alive.

At this point, no matter who killed Sally, Lan Yan will never let him go.

"Why did you let him stay here?" He heard someone whispering in the dark.

"Yeah, it's even worse for us if he stays here. King Bai is so crazy because the human he captured died."

"The forest is full of dead people now."

"It's all the fools' fault. They've come into the forest too."

Gusjoy stood up and looked at them sternly. "Don't even think about it if I die!"

"You counterfeit, if you were the real king, we wouldn't have failed!"

Gusjoy clenched his fists. "I never said I was the real king! It was you who took me from Orvieto!"

"Shut up! Be quiet!" Dennis David opened his green eyes, which seemed to be glowing in the darkness.

Someone complained again in a low voice.

"Hush." ​​Jyoti raised her head, listened attentively, and whispered. "Someone is approaching."

The dark forest was shrouded in hazy mist, a blood moon hung in the gray night sky, and weeds grew overgrown on the hills, covering the entrance of the cave.There was silence all around, and danger approached quietly.

Everyone's hair stood on end, stiff, and they dared not move.

"He's coming!!" Someone shouted in fear as if the devil had come.Everyone rushed into the depths of the cave, grabbed the hostages and fled in all directions.

As soon as Gusjoy ran out of the hole in a panic, he saw the slender figure standing on the branch.He was dressed in white, like a ghost in an opera, the dark red full moon hung behind him, and the new wind blew his silver hair.Gusjoy clearly saw his gloomy expression, and his eagle-like eyes locked on himself.Afterwards, he felt that time seemed to be elongated, everything became abnormally slow, he couldn't move, only the endless night sky in his vision, the night sky that made him lost.

He thought of many things, the quarrel with his adoptive mother before leaving her, the Pope and his teachings, Celia's mischievous teasing, and the true king whom he regarded as his savior...

The hymns on the square are still lingering among the dignified columns, white pigeons fly in the blue sky, and circle and shuttle among the towering towers, like white petals fluttering in the wind, nuns in black robes walk through the long The pious people bow down to the majestic and holy temple...

Until Celia cursed ferociously...

Until the pope steps into the sun...

He didn't think he should be like this, but he did.

"Your Majesty!" Gracie's eyes widened in astonishment, and her legs stood on the spot as if rooted.In his dilated gray pupils, the terrifying scene was clearly reflected.

Under the desolate moonlight, the True White King easily tore open the False White King's neck, just like all blood races tear apart human flesh, sipping his blood manically.The blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, dripped on his white clothes, dripped on the withered grass, and dripped on the black soil.In a trance, Gracie heard the crisp, broken sound of blood drops after impact, the sound of swallowing with hunger and thirst, and the sound of heart beating wildly!

heterogeneous!A strange species appeared among the blood clan!No, no, no, it is the enemy, the natural enemy, the fear that comes from the blood!

Gracie wanted to scream and run as fast as she could.But he just stood there, watching the man slowly lift his blood-stained face, pale face, eyes like burning flames, staring at him coldly and madly.

He left Gusjoy's body behind. The wound he had bitten did not heal, but the blood spewed out at an astonishing speed. The blood that represented the power of the vampire soon wet his feet. soil of.

"Catch all those who escaped." He heard him say to him.Like pardon, like forgiveness.

Then it disappears.

Gracie took a deep breath, and after a long time, she respectfully replied: "Yes, Your Majesty."

After the Duke of Cromwell was imprisoned, his attendants immediately wrote a letter to the real king Winster for help.

Therefore, the real king who had not yet arrived at St. Cherier quickly turned back after receiving the letter, because he understood Lan Yan's character. Maybe he did it on impulse, but the letter said, He really did.

Half of the blood flow is a very serious punishment. The vampire who is being tortured may go into hibernation, or may never wake up again.

On the wall of the prison, the small flame of the oil lamp danced lightly.There were hurried footsteps in the corridor, and the real king in a black cloak led someone in. The jailer wanted to stop him, but he was waved away.

The iron gate was kicked open, and the Duke of Cromwell, who was chained to the wall, woke up. He was powerful, and the execution herbs had little effect on him. For three days, his body continued to heal and heal. Adding new wounds, just repeated wounds made him painful and weak, and did not hurt the root.

"Your Majesty!" Cromwell exclaimed in surprise.

The people under his command found the key from the jailer and presented it to Winster. Winster took it expressionlessly and untied the chain. Cromwell fell to his knees instantly without support.

"Your Majesty, thank you Your Majesty!"

Winston threw the key back into the hands of the jailer and ordered, "Help the Duke to rest in the main castle."

"Your Majesty!" cried Cromwell.

The real king didn’t give him another look and left the prison.

He felt, this was the first time, the real king's disgust and disappointment towards him.

Prince Bradley, who was staying in the castle, felt bad when he heard the news that the real king had broken into the prison. He immediately sent someone to the forest to inform Lan Yan, and hurried towards the prison.When they arrived, it happened that the real king came out of it.