The Blood Hourglass

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"Mom, you are back!" I asked when I looked up at my mother who was back from get off work.

"Yeah, how did you play today?" Mom asked with a smile.

"Daddy is shameless, always stealing my pawns when I don't know." I grumbled.

"Oh, it turns out that Dad always wins at chess!" Mom said with a smile, "So now, where did Dad go?"

"Dad is writing in the room!" I replied childishly, and then continued to play with the pieces, as if thinking about why my pieces are always eaten by Dad's pieces first.

"Come on, Luvian, bring this bottle of blood to Dad, Dad must be thirsty." Mom took out a thermos from her handbag and handed it over.

"Okay!" I lifted the bottle and rushed upstairs.

"Dad! Daddy! Drink it quickly, mom brought the blood back." I shouted and pushed open the door of my parents' room and rushed in.

"Come on, baby." Dad turned around, picked me up, and let me sit on his lap. I smiled and passed the bottle in my hand to Dad, looking at Dad’s eyes, his dark eyes were full of love, that kind of love has a color, the color of the night, so I like the night, like the color of the night, like The kind of love that night comes.

"Thank you, baby." Dad smiled and picked up the bottle in my hand, and started drinking.

Looking at the way my father drinks blood, it reminds me of that night half a year ago. The night was still the same black, but the occasional flying bird broke its supposed tranquility.

"Luvian, we're home." Dad opened the courtyard door with me on his back, who was too lazy to walk.

"You little slacker, come down! Dad must be exhausted." Mom said with a smile behind us.

"Not tired, not tired, why is the baby carrying us tired!" Dad said hurriedly. In this way, our family of three walked into the house happily, and when I got to the hall, I got off my father’s back and said that I was going to do the homework assigned by the teacher today.

"My dear, I'm going to make dinner. You take a break first. Later, we will have a good meal to celebrate our baby's jump to third grade." Mom said, carrying a big cabbage and went into the kitchen.

"Then I'll wait for dinner." Dad also walked upstairs, as if going to the room to rest for a while.

Everything is so natural, so peaceful and warm, in the eyes of anyone, this is a happy family.

"Ah! Let go of me, who are you? Let go of me, you hurt me! Dad! Mom!" When I opened the door and entered my room, the sudden attack made me scream . I only remember my desperate struggle at that time, but it was accompanied by endless pain. It was the hands that brought me endless pain that opened the curtain of my tragic fate.

Hearing my cry for help, the first person who appeared in front of me was Dad. When Dad saw the person holding me, his face was as scared as seeing an alien. This was the only thing I could imagine at that time. The metaphor of arrival. But Dad quickly calmed down the panic and said, "Who are you and what do you want, let go of my baby."

To be honest, it was the first time I heard my father speak in that tone, calm, stern, and a command tone that the other party had to obey, like a general commanding an army.

"Who do you think you are! If you want to order me, you will live to be three hundred years old before you say it!" It was a mocking tone. Although I could not see his face, I could imagine it was a Very self-righteous face.

"Let her go, how about me instead, I think you must want more now!" Dad said with a slight command tone.

"Okay!" Before I could reflect, the person behind me rushed in front of my dad. The next scene can be said to have caused my whole sense of feeling to be greatly impacted.

I saw the man open his blood basin and exposing a pair of big fangs to bite my dad's neck. Before blinking, my dad also grabbed that arm and bit down. At that time, not only me, but also my mother who did not know when to appear on the stairs, the two of us froze there like fools. But it was not us who was even more surprised, but the person who attacked us. He let go of my father's neck in surprise and let my father **** his blood continuously.

When Dad put down his arm, the person or monster was already unconscious, and he saw Dad suddenly curled up into a ball on the ground with great pain, and he kept making a terrible roar in his mouth, but his mother was helpless. The soft sitting at the door with a sad look on his face.

I couldn't stand it anymore, I rushed to hug Dad, crying and shouting: "Dad! Dad! What's the matter with you?" But Dad pushed me away and let the pain torture myself. At that time, my mother just came over to hug me and kept comforting me. I don’t remember what I said, but I think it’s nothing more than: Don’t be afraid, nothing will happen, everything will be fine, similar comfort words. And later, just as my mother said, everything was "well". The next morning, Dad regained his original look. There was no trace of the pain he had suffered last night on his face. Since that day, he has never stepped out of the house again, and since that day, I have also left school, my classmates and teachers, and a normal child’s living environment, staying at home all the time, just like now. Play chess and chat with dad to relieve my boredom with dad.

Although it is no longer the same as before, but now our family is living such a peaceful and unaware life, and it is equally happy.

I think about leaning tightly in my father's arms. Although my father has stopped giving me warmth since that day, I still like to lean in his arms like this because it makes me feel safe and not alone.

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