Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Lan Yan covered his head, the blood dripped from between his thin white fingers, he only had time to touch the doorknob, when the world fell heavily before his eyes.

Donna covered her mouth in horror, and the bloody candlestick in her hand fell to the ground. She watched Lan Yan fall, took two steps back, then rushed forward, straightened his body, hugged him and cried: "Lan Yan, Lan Yan, I didn't mean it, Lan Yan."

Footsteps were heard from the corridor outside, Donna put Lan Yan back on the ground in a panic, stared at the door tightly, stepped back step by step, until she hit the stone window sill.

With no way to retreat, she hurriedly looked around the room, finally quickly picked up the candlestick, and took out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood.

"Blue Smoke?" There was a knock on the door. It was Walker. He had just gone to Brian's room to discuss something with him, but he was not in the next room.He tried to open the door, but it was locked.

"Blue smoke? Are you in the room? I seem to have heard a noise just now." Walker stuck to the door and listened to the movement inside the door.

The door was opened suddenly, and Donna appeared in front of Walker.

"What's wrong?" Walker frowned, and looked sideways into the room. Lan Yan was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, with his eyes closed.

"Lan Yan has already fallen asleep, I just helped him lie down, did you hear wrong?" Donna said calmly.

Walker scratched his hair. Since Lan Yan fell asleep, he must have misheard. "Strange, he went to bed early enough today." He muttered.

"Maybe I'm tired today." Donna walked out of the room, closed the door, and smiled at Walker. "I'm going to rest too, Lord Walker, good night."

"Good night." Walker lowered his head slightly. He felt that something was wrong with this woman, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He watched her walk to the end of the corridor, her back was still straight, and her steps were still graceful.

Walker lowered his eyes, and pushed open the door of Lanyan's room to take a look in. In the room, only the candle in the bedside wall lamp was still burning, emitting a faint and dim light.

Forget it, it must be his illusion.

He took one last look, and when he was about to close the door and leave, he found the candle tears scattered on the floor, and his expression became serious.

The candle tears fell to the floor when Donna smashed the blue smoke with the candlestick.

Walker walked into the room, observed carefully, and found that the candle in the candlestick was broken off, leaving only a short root, which was not burnt too much and used, the section was neat and angular, it was truncated.

"Blue smoke? Blue smoke?" Walker walked to the bed and pushed Lan Yan.

Lan Yan closed her eyes tightly and lay flat on her front. Walker had never seen this kid sleep so well.

"Blue smoke?" Walker caught a glimpse of his clothes, or out-of-the-way clothes. He didn't take off his coat, and immediately lifted the quilt, and he didn't take off his shoes either.

"Blue Smoke?" Walker leaned closer and shouted, and then saw that the dark satin pillow cover seemed to be soaked by some liquid. He immediately picked up Lan Yan's head in shock, and saw that the feather pillow had already been soaked in a large piece , He touched the back of Lan Yan's head, his dry palm felt wet and sticky, he picked it up and saw that the palm was full of bright red blood, and Lan Yan's silver hair was also dyed red.

"Lan Yan? Lan Yan? What's wrong with you?" Walker shook Lan Yan, watched his head tilted feebly, and stretched out his hand to check his breath.

Walker yelled loudly, and soon a servant heard him, and ran towards Lanyan's room, and Brian heard him too.

"What's wrong with Walker?" Brian hurried into the room.

"Lan Yan is injured, so I have to ask Old Joyce over immediately," Walker said.

Bryan took a closer look and said, "He was injured on the head, and there is so much blood, I'm afraid he won't be able to wait for Joyce to come over, you, go and tell the manager right away, we need to send Lan Yan immediately Go to the doctor." He casually assigned a servant.

"Who hurt him?" Brian looked at Lan Yan worriedly.

"Arrest Donna." Walker shouted angrily. "This one."

"Go." Brian said to the side.Several servants immediately ran out of the room.

"Didn't I hear the noise at that time? They didn't know why there was a dispute." Walker said through gritted teeth. "Then he's still pretending nothing happened in front of me."

Not long after, Adrian appeared in the room with three vampire guards, and Lan Yan was taken away by them and sent to the city.The servant also came to report that Donna had been caught, and she was packing up her things and preparing to escape.

"Let's go and interrogate this woman. I'll see what beautiful things she can say now." Walker and Brian went down the stairs, only to see many servants standing in the front hall, and the old vampire Meg was standing there. In the center, in front of her was Donna Cecil, kneeling on the ground with her hands tied behind her back. At this moment, she had completely lost the pride of the past, her hair was in a mess, her body was hunched, and she was trembling at the feet of the vampire.

"My lord." The servant made way for Walker and Brian, who hurriedly saluted Meg.

"Stealing the master's money and murdering the master, Donna Cecil, Your Majesty has entrusted me with the decision on this matter. Here, I will announce the punishment for your crime." Meg Carter said.

Donna's face turned pale, and she muttered with her lips: "No, my lord, I didn't intend to kill Lan Yan."

"But what you did is tantamount to killing, and your excuse is just sophistry." Brian said.

"I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it." Donna repeated incoherently.

"Your lies can't deceive the holy power of the true king, Donna Cecil, and you will be punished by crushing your head at sunset tomorrow." Meg said.

The punishment of crushing the head is to make the prisoner wear a special wooden helmet, and the executioner will gradually shrink the helmet to kill the prisoner by crushing the head.

"No, you can't do this to me." Donna cried, but no one sympathized with her. "I want to see Your Majesty, I want to see Your Majesty."

"Put her in jail," said Meg.

The two male servants immediately stepped forward, grabbed Donna's arm, and dragged her away. Her desperate cries could still be heard from a distance.

"Why would she want to see His Majesty?" Walker asked.

Meg didn't answer the question, but asked Brian, "Is she Fred Cecil's daughter?"

"Yes, my lord," Brian said.

"Then she should have seen His Majesty when she was young." Meg stroked the mustache on her chin, her light golden hair gleamed under the candle. "Fred Cecil used to be a well-known businessman, and he was honored to be invited by His Majesty to come to the castle for a banquet."

"It's no wonder she's always so proud," Walker said.

"It's a pity that the glory and honor are a thing of the past, and she shouldn't be obsessed with it any more," said Meg.

"I don't know what happened to Lan Yan. Lord Adrian should have sent him to Joyce's house," Brian said.

The night was dark, and everything was silent.The vampires were running at a high speed, and there were afterimages everywhere they passed, but they were not rushing to Ivan Joyce's hospital, as if they were running for their lives.

When he woke up again, Lan Yan was in a big strange room.There is still a soft feather bed under the body, and a crimson satin bed curtain above the head. The fireplace is already burning, and the thick curtains block the windows tightly. Candles.

He struggled to sit up, but he heard a sound of metal clashing. He stretched out his hands, and saw two iron chains locked on his thin white wrists wrapped in bandages, and the other end stretched under the bed.

How is this going?This is where?How dare Donna knock him out and kidnap him?

"Is anyone there?" He coughed a few times. He didn't know how long he hadn't spoken, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Is anyone there?" Lan Yan shouted again, but still no one appeared.

After shouting a few more words, he felt a little short of breath and guilty, his chest heaving violently.Strange, when did he become so weak.

He looked at this room, and found that this place did not seem to be Eisenmis, because the pattern of fireplaces in many rooms of Eisenmis was the same. This room was very large, but there was nothing else except this bed, just like this The bed is the same as it was specially moved here.

what happened to him?

Lan Yan supported the head of the bed and sat up, trying to get out of bed, but the chain pulled the wound on his wrist, causing him to sit back immediately in pain.

He carefully unwrapped the bandage wrapped around his hand. The part inside was already wet with blood. He tremblingly lifted off the last layer of bandage, only to see a deep wound on his wrist. After removing the bandage, the coagulated blood flowed out again and dripped onto the bed sheet.

He hurriedly wrapped the bandage back, and the blood barely stopped.

what happened?Had Winston ordered this done to him?He finally showed his fangs to him, showing his true colors?Lan Yan felt that her heart seemed to be sinking infinitely, never reaching the bottom.

He looked around the empty room, thinking desperately that he should have escaped a long time ago, but in his heart he always hoped for the little bit of warmth that Winster showed him occasionally, which blinded him day and night He closed his eyes, even though he thought of his end when he saw those dead people last time, he didn't run away immediately.

Lan Yan dragged the chain, got off the bed barefoot, walked about three or four steps, and was restrained by the chain, unable to get close to the door or window.

"Is anyone there?" he called again.

Someone came over this time, and he heard footsteps outside the door, and the sound of leather shoes hitting the stone floor, which was especially obvious in the silent night.

Lan Yan looked at the door excitedly.

The door was pushed open, and there was a tall and thin maid who was slightly mean. When she saw Lan Yan get off the bed, she immediately frowned.

"Where is this? Who are you? Where's Walker?" Lan Yan shouted.

The maid approached with aggressive strides, as if Lan Yan had caused her a lot of trouble.

"What are you going to do? Where is Winster? Did Winster order you to do this?" Lan Yan saw her malicious intentions, stepped back step by step, jumped back on the bed, and looked at her defensively.

The maid walked to the head of the bed, bent down, and turned something. Lan Yan heard the sound of gears and chains being turned, and then the chains that locked his wrists became shorter and shorter, so short that he couldn't get out of the bed. Lying in bed.

"I don't feel comfortable with you doing this." Lan Yan struggled and shouted, blood was printed on the bandage on her wrist.

"Shut up, if you dare to yell again, I will cut your tongue off." The maid said viciously.

Lan Yan raised her foot and kicked at her, the maid might as well, she fell on all fours, which obviously angered her, she got up and immediately slapped Lan Yan back with her big rough hand, slapping her body He was so weak that he slapped all kinds of meat and vegetables, lying on the pillow, and it took a long time to catch his breath.

The maid looked down at him as if she had the power over his life and death.

"Be careful, brat, you won't get good fruit if you offend me."

Lan Yan stared at her hard, wishing to goug out her flesh. "You tell Winster that he'd better kill me directly, or I will definitely take revenge back."

The maid sneered, very disdainful. "Lie down well, don't fantasize about seeing the sun again."

Yes, who would care about the threat of a blood slave, what's more, he doesn't even know whose territory this is.

The maid turned to leave, but Lan Yan shouted again: "Don't go, where is this?"

The maid stopped and said proudly: "This is the bunker of His Royal Highness Prince Gangolo. If you want to live longer, please pray to him in your heart. The real king, who is busy with everything, can't control this place."