Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Old Hall bowed his head and entered the study, knelt on one knee with his right hand crossed his chest and saluted Winster.

Winston nodded and asked, "Partridge, I heard that the child has recovered. Why did you come here in such a hurry?"

Old Hall wept twice, took out a handkerchief, took off his glasses and wiped away his tears. "Your Majesty, I have failed your appreciation. My medical skills are not superb enough. That child, that child is already dead."

"what happened?"

"He had already recovered, but I don't know what happened. The day before yesterday, he suddenly had a high fever, convulsions and vomiting. With my level, I couldn't find out what kind of disease the child contracted. I wanted to send it to Joyce today. He took a look, but, but the child didn't hold on, he was already dead."

Ivan Joyce is another famous human doctor in the city. Because of his eccentric personality, withdrawn and unfriendly, he is very unpopular with the nobles. Although his medical skills are superb, his reputation is not as good as that of Old Hall.

Winston looked solemn, his eyes the same color as the night stared at Old Hall, and his brows moved slightly. "you are lying."

Old Hall froze, and began to tremble unconsciously, God, he had only said a few words, how could the vampire know that he was lying. "No, no, I didn't, how dare I lie to you." He begged earnestly, and when he raised his head, he realized that the eyes of the superior vampire were full of terror, and those dark substances that could only be detected by feeling surged behind him .

Old Hall's eyes widened in horror, he was really seen through, he was seen through, the thoughts in his heart, the darkness in his heart, he hoped that his children would join them, his dreams and glory, his thoughts and calculations , have been seen through, this vampire can read minds, the legend is true.

He muttered in fear, the pear wood walking stick slipped from his hand, his knees limp on the ground weakly, before he could speak again, the vampire got up suddenly and disappeared in an instant, leaving only an order behind.

"Meg, lock him up."

"Yes." Meg bowed and sent her master away respectfully.

An hour before dawn, the eastern sky was already half-lit by the underground sun, and the sky showed a strange color, half blue and white, half blue and black.

The mass grave is beside the barren forest outside the city, where there are jagged rocks, thorns and half-human tall weeds, and wild animals often appear there.The air was humid and smelly, and the unclaimed corpses were all wrapped in straw and thrown here, some had become bones, some had been eaten by wild animals, and some were still rotting and covered with greasy maggots.

The crow circled in the sky, yelled, and finally flew into the woods and landed on a green pine branch.

The child was wrapped in a gray blanket, and next to him was the dismembered corpse that had just been eaten and bitten by wild beasts last night, only a few strands of half-dried silver hair were exposed.

The black-haired vampire half-kneeled on the ground and lifted the blanket. The child was wearing unfit sackcloth clothes, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, his small mouth was slightly open, his thin body was cool and soft, and there were traces on his delicate skin. A few bruises.The vampire touched the child's neck, bent down to pick him up, jumped up, and disappeared instantly.

There was a period of ignorance in childhood, which was the happiest period for Lanyan, where the nanny doted on her and was unrestrained, and she could play and roll with her grandpa’s Samoyed on the grass in the sun.

At that time, he didn't know that he was the product of his parents' accident, and he didn't realize that he was superfluous. Although during the New Year's Eve, he would feel a little disappointed when he saw his parents and his brother come to grandpa's house to celebrate the New Year, and then left together after dinner. , but the dog rubbed against him, and he could always forget these things easily.

It wasn't until his grandfather passed away in Hangzhou that the nanny was dismissed, and he returned to his parents' home in Shanghai. During the quarrel between his parents, he realized that he was redundant. Throw it to the elderly and frail grandpa.

From then on, he knew what loneliness and hesitation are. He also took the initiative to get close to his parents to seek love and care, like a weak cub seeking protection from his parents, but the relationship between the couple had broken down, and the two were angry. No one cares about him, as if whoever cares about him loses.

The teenager in that period was almost desperate, rebellious and depressed, his grades declined, and he fought fiercely. He felt that he was not happy at all, although the monthly pocket money was so much that others could not earn it in a lifetime.

When he grew up, his father entrusted someone to get him into the Academy of Fine Arts, because his teacher told him that the child was very talented in painting.But he himself never said that he likes painting. Painting is just a way of venting when he is alone. Why should his brother study business and management, and he should study painting that has nothing to do with the family business.

At this time, the stimulation of alcohol and sex has become a good medicine for him to indulge in. Anyway, he is rich and good-looking, so if men and women volunteer to post them, he will not refuse them.

Did they really not love him?But why are you crying now?

Lan Yan searched for the voice and walked into the luxurious single ward. A man in a shirt was lying in front of his bed with his son's mobile phone in his hand, weeping bitterly. The young man on the bed was thin and his skin looked like a dead body under the light. Pale and pale, more than a dozen tubes were inserted into his body, protruding from under the quilt to connect to the instrument.

The screen of the mobile phone was on, showing the diaries published by Lan Yan's Weibo account, where he wrote the loneliness that had nowhere to be described, as gloomy as the rainy season with continuous rain.

I saw his diary.Lan Yan thought, he had never seen his father smile at him, but now he saw him crying in embarrassment.

Ten minutes later, there was the sound of high heels running in the corridor, the door was pushed open, and a woman with exquisite makeup ran in, passing through Lan Yan's body.

"What's wrong with my son? Didn't you say that he has stabilized for the time being?"

"Look for yourself." The man raised his red eyes and handed her the phone. "Yanyan's diary."

With tears in her eyes, the woman took her son's cell phone with her slender fingers trembling, and then slumped on the ground in tears.

"The doctor has issued a critical illness notice, and he can't take it anymore." The man held his son's hand and said sadly.

The woman covered her mouth and cried loudly, tears filling the phone screen. "Yanyan, Yanyan," she yelled.

Do you still have a chance to come back alive?Lan Yan thought, if there is still a chance to come back to life, can I say sorry to him?Maybe he would forgive them.

The heart rate monitor issued a sharp alarm sound, and the red line representing life became straight after two quick jumps.

The woman yelled her son's name, knelt down in front of her son's hospital bed and cried loudly, her makeup was already all over her face, the man sat on the chair, bowed and covered his face with his hands, his shoulders kept shaking, and tears flowed down his cheeks. Flow down the wrist.

No, here's a chance.Lan Yan wanted to go over, he wanted to hug them, he wanted to ask them why they cried so sadly even if they didn't love him.But he couldn't do it anymore, the moment his fingers touched his father's shoulder, he saw light spots spreading from his fingers, gradually engulfing his whole body.

Are you going to be born again?Don't go to that shitty medieval world anymore, it's good to be here, I hope this time he can be reborn in love and expectation... Before the consciousness finally disappeared, Lan Yan thought so.

"Joyce! Joyce! Come on, he's twitching again."

At night, in a room on the second floor of the Pure White Castle in St. Cherier, the capital of Viaken on the northern continent, Carnegie Cecil, an apprentice healer guarding Bai Ling's bed, yelled.

The elderly Ivan Joyce climbed off the bed in the next room, hurried over in his nightgown and leaning on a cane, checked it out, and found that Lan Yan just slapped Carnegie on the back of the head after crying, the white The character mustache scolded: "You idiot! He just cried!"

Lan Yan lying on the feather bed shed two lines of tears, and Carnegie covered his head aggrievedly: "He was really convulsing just now."

"You need to observe and distinguish carefully, and don't yell impolitely about anything." Ivan Joyce educated with a beard and a stare.

"Oh." Carnegie responded kindly.

A week ago, they were politely invited by the vampire to the Pure White Castle to treat the child. Because vampires have the ability to heal themselves, Joyce hardly dealt with them on weekdays. It was only when he went to rescue human children that he regained his former calm and aloofness.

"He's about to wake up, go tell His Majesty." Ivan Joyce patted the apprentice on the shoulder.

Lan Yan woke up in the afternoon of the second day. The scent of flowers from the rose garden in the pure white castle passed through his room leisurely with the breeze. Stranded in the shadow of the wide ledge.

Lan Yan looked at the crimson purple silk embroidered bed curtain above her head, blinked her eyes, and raised her hand. On the back of her thin hand, she could still see the whip wounds that Raman had whipped.

This is, back again?

"Joyce! Joyce! He's awake! Come quickly!" Carnegie looked at Lan Yan and shouted.

It was only then that Lan Yan realized that there was a red-haired boy sitting at the small round table next to him.

Joyce hurried over on crutches. He was also a serious little old man, but he looked much cuter than Old Hall.He has short gray curly hair, and the same white mustache on his mouth twitches when he speaks, just like his temper.

"Well, yes, do you still feel uncomfortable?" Joyce said with his head raised.

Lan Yan moved her shoulders and said, "I'm a little weak."

"This is normal. If you can wake up, it proves that you have recovered. You just need to take care of yourself, but that is no longer my job." Joyce pointed his finger. "Carnegie, pack up your things quickly, we are going to say goodbye to His Majesty the True King."

Lan Yan: "..." He could see that this little old man really didn't want to stay here.

Carnegie got the order and acted quickly, and then suddenly realized: "Joyce, His Majesty the real king is sleeping now, how do we say goodbye to him?"

"You idiot, we say good-bye to Hoover Bryan and let him pass it on," said Joyce.

Hoover Bryan is the day overseer of White Castle, a human being.