A gentle breeze blew from behind Miles, and the door opened. A fair hand rested on Miles' shoulder, with slender fingers and distinct joints.
The man's voice was slightly desolate, delicate like silk, and clear and pleasant to listen to: 'Who are you referring to as handsome?
"Mr. Dennis?" Mr. Miles's figure stiffened, and he turned back with a flattering smile, "Why are you here? It's not yet time to leave work."
"There are no classes today, so I finished work early."
Dennis walked up to the bedside and looked up at the IV drip that was being hung. He flicked his finger twice, tapping away the air bubbles in the drip bag. In the sunlight, it was a stunning profile bathed in fragmented light, with sharp angles and graceful curves.
The man is dressed in a simple white shirt, standing tall. His chestnut hair is shiny and soft. His fair skin appears translucent. His face is exquisitely handsome, with an indifferent expression like water. His light brown eyes are deep and silent, devoid of any warmth. The pale red lips on this man's face are extremely faint. There emanates from him a powerful aura of death.
"Mr. Dennis."
Helen squinted her eyes slightly, quietly confident. Yes. It was him. He actually knew she was Helen! The only possibility that came to her mind was that he was a vampire hunter!
"Hello, my name is Dennis." Dennis turned around and fixed his gaze on Helen, then took out a business card and handed it to her.
Helen took the business card and a faint glimmer of obscure light flashed through her deep, dark eyes. It quickly disappeared as she said, "Your name resembles that of someone I used to know, but he passed away a long time ago."
"Miss Helen, I feel it is necessary to remind you that your metaphor is slightly inappropriate," Dennis spoke lightly, with a hint of distance in his expression.
Miles noticed that the atmosphere in the room was not quite right and quickly said, 'Mr. Dennis, you two talk for a while, I have to go take care of something.'
"Sure, but you must come back before 2 o'clock as I still have work in the afternoon."
"Received, understood!" Miles grabbed his bag and ran off in a hurry.
The big shots are fighting, so it's better for this small fry to stay away.
"When can I leave?"
Helen has never liked the smell of hospital medication, and she is unsure about this man's background. Currently, her abilities have not fully recovered, so she is not confident in confronting this man directly.
Furthermore, she didn't want to randomly grab any young and promising doctor to satisfy her cravings. The expired blood bag was just too unpleasant to drink!
Dennis walked up to the window and closed the pleated blinds, blocking out a bright ray of sunlight from outside.
He turned around and said, "I will come to pick you up from the hospital in three days."
"Reason? What is your purpose for robbing me?"
Since the appearance of this Dennis, she has keenly sensed a strong aura of death. The smell of blood on this man is too intense.
In front of the window, in the gradually dimming light and shadow. Dennis lowered his gaze slightly, his thin lips forming a faint arc as he said, 'Vampire, do you need my help to reveal your true self?'
In the legend, Helen is said to have a pair of silver-blooded eyes. Normally, they appear as a light shade of silver-gray.
"What? According to my position in the vampire clan, you, as a foreign hunter, can at most be considered an unreliable wizard!"
Helen snorted coldly, feeling a bit angry. She had originally wanted to hit him with a blood pack, but after thinking about it, she decided against it. Damn it, she was hungry!
In the dimly lit shadows, Dennis's expression was tinged with a hint of indifference, obscure and unclear: 'An unreliable wizard?'
He turned around and walked away, coldly dropping the words: 'You cannot leave here within three days.'
He set up a barrier around him.
Since I can't get out, I won't bother trying. Anyway, I never planned on leaving," Helen said with a strange smile, dismissing the idea.
She likes the handsome appearance of this man, but more importantly, she wants to understand his background.
"Wait, where is my food?" Helen remembered something very important.
She needs fresh blood.
"You won't starve to death." In the corridor, Dennis walked up the stairs, his footsteps fading away.
Helen stared at the half-open door, lost in thought. Just now, there was a layer of cryptic message engraved on the business card Dennis gave her.
Vampire hunter! Damn it! Is this man warning her?
...
Three days later, Helen was brought back home by Dennis wearing a long golden wig. It was a mansion located in the suburbs.
In the yard, there is a two-story old renovated building. In front of the building, there is a garden and a vegetable patch separated by a fence. Next to the garden, there are swings and rattan chairs. The vegetable patch grows some seasonal greens and also has a grapevine that spans across the entire courtyard. In the backyard, three dogs are kept - the legendary sled dog trio: Husky, Alaskan Malamute, and Samoyed.
There is a basement beneath the small building. It belongs to Dennis and contains a large collection of hunting weapons, including an ancient sword, mysterious and ancient books on Taoism, as well as articles on vampire hunting in the West. Additionally, there are annual advanced papers from the Hunting Bureau and various silver powders for use against vampires.
Helen walked into the courtyard for the first time and nodded in satisfaction at the garden inside. She said, "Not bad, we can make some flower tea."
"The flowers are poisonous," Dennis said as he walked past Helen, carrying a cold pack.
Helen walked up to the swing set and gave it a push. "Are there any women here?" she asked.
'Once upon a time.' Dennis's voice carried on the wind, brushing past Helen's ear.
Helen walked up to the grape tree and asked, "Can we have grape wine in autumn?"
"You're overthinking it, that's for sale," Dennis said, crossing his arms with no expression on his face.
Woof woof woof!