When the bright light appeared again in the field of vision, disturbing oneself, the figure that accompanied the bright light appeared was a familiar woman.
"Monica, come out now."
"Why did you release me? Was it his command? Sally..."
"Do you still have the strength to speak? Come out quickly!"
Monica slowly walked out of the small room and followed behind Sally. The figure holding the candlestick felt a bit lonely, and Sally guided Monica out through the back door. Five full round moons had just risen from the eastern sky, and the scene gave Monica a wonderful feeling, as if something was sprouting inside her.
"You go!"
Monica was a bit puzzled by Sally's words. After blowing out the candle holder, she looked up at the sky and said, "On a summer solstice night with full May, May rises and falls together. This is the strongest moment of the year for us. You should be able to hide your whereabouts and leave alone! Go back to the place where you stayed during that time when you left us. You can't stay here anymore."
"Does he... know?"
Closing her eyes, Sally shook her head slowly. "I don't know. Although it was my own idea, I'm not sure if John Carroll, who could sense your will, would be limited by this distance. Perhaps he had already known about this outcome..." After speaking, Sally turned back into the room, and the closed door stopped all of Monica's words.
Around the empty surroundings, occasionally one or two nocturnal owl sounds can be heard. Behind the standalone mansion lies a vast forest, although Sally did not explicitly state it, it should be the first path she will embark on on her solo journey. Looking back at the unpopular mansion, Monica felt a sense of helplessness. Perhaps it is the helplessness of being abandoned by the same kind, or perhaps it is the helplessness of not achieving one's own living goals. Anyway, Monica didn't know how to continue on the road.
Slowly entering the unknown forest, I also realize that the future path is not easier to walk than the one in front of me. After walking for a short while, Monica sat on the roots of the old tree, gazing up at the moonlight shining in the gaps between the trees. The inexplicable palpitations lingered in my heart, and a demonic sensation surged from my throat. Blood, the smell of blood has become a present longing.
"I don't know what it feels like to bite someone?" This idea suddenly struck me. Monica shook her head vigorously, feeling strange about her thoughts.
A long period of stillness brings only a feeling of hunger and thirst. Excitement ripple from the neck to the head, causing restless hands and feet to separate. Monica suppressed her right hand, her drooping face revealing a strange beauty. The moonlight like this drove me crazy, and the woman who stood up decided something. She wanted to find reasons to make herself abnormal. She knew it wasn't the moon that caused the trouble, and she also knew that as long as it was left to her own body and followed her instincts, she would find a reason.
The body slowly floating in the air became blurry, and there seemed to be an extra layer of darkness around Monica. The pitch black sky, paired with five full moons, creates a cross shaped figure that gives a hazy feeling. The elements of wind gathered by Monica's side, and at this moment, she merged with the wind to search for reasons that fascinated her.
When the pulse ran wildly, Monica knew she had arrived. An inconspicuous small town became special on this day, everything was like that night. Five bright moons hang together in the western sky, and the gradually white eastern sky is accompanied by walking ghouls. The screams of killing and wailing all excited Monica. Holding her arms, swallowing saliva, her body trembling, and a pleasure comparable to orgasm surged from her lower abdomen to her heart.
The nearby ghouls gathered because they smelled a fresh smell. But the next moment, the dismembered body scattered everywhere. Monica, whose hands were covered in blood, smiled and her head, which was still twitching under her feet, immediately turned into mud. The town full of flames seemed to want her to go back to that night, to dispel the nightmares. No! It should be said that it turned into a nightmare that night.
Walking slowly on the streets of the small town, the scene of houses on both sides filled with flames is so familiar. Along the way, except for the ghoul wearing ordinary linen clothes, the ghoul with sapphire blue armor, and the ghoul with sky blue armor, there were only the ghoul who didn't get up and was still twitching on the ground. But everything that provoked Monica became like she couldn't get up and cause trouble, no matter what kind it belonged to.
A sharp sound, and a vampire flew down from the roof. "Finally, something different appeared." As she thought about it, Monica caught the vampire with her mouth wide open. The surprised expression came from the other person's face, and in the next moment, the face that was torn in half by Monica's mouth could not make any more expressions.
Watching the palm in front of her filled with bright red liquid, Monica smiled and became happier. Slowly approach your lips with your hand, and slightly spit out your tongue
"Damn it!"
A roar awakened Monica. "It's him!" She wanted to see him again, for whatever reason. Whether it's revenge or other ideas, there will naturally be an answer when we see everything. Monica chased towards the source of the sound.
The first scene that just emerged from the alley was Andrew falling heavily beside him.
"Andrew!"
"Card card~Rookie, why did you come to the party too?" Andrew still kept his smiling face unchanged. Even with a bloodstain hanging from the corner of his mouth, he smiled exceptionally happily.
"Master~" Joanna was about to run over when she was tackled and wrestled by a vampire who had transformed into a giant dog.
A thick black mist gathered in the sky, and a hand stretched out from the mist, tightly grasping John Carroll's neck. Without hesitation, Monica picked up the brick that dumped the house next to her and threw it towards the black mist.
A strange scene occurred, although the brick passed through the black mist, an eye grew out of the mist and looked at Monica, then another eye moved from the other end of the mist to the eye that looked at Monica. The black mist slowly gathered and condensed into a humanoid figure carrying bat wings. The deep black suit and shawl, with a tall top hat on her face, faced Monica with a serious expression that lasted for a while. Monica only felt a chill that couldn't be colder.
Laughed, that cold face smiled. "Hehe! Kid, is she the woman you can't let go of?"
John Carroll, who was tightly grabbed by his neck, couldn't make a sound and barely reached out to Monica's palm as if calling her to escape, but she stood still. She couldn't move, her cold gaze seemed to freeze her legs, and she only had to wait for slaughter.
"Oh~I remember now. She seems to be the same girl who ambushed you from behind that day!"
John Carroll held onto the hand that was gripping his neck and didn't let go. He had a bad feeling.
"I'll help you deal with her. The only way to make up for betraying our clan is to die, right? My dearest son. Hehehehahaha~"
From releasing the hand that held onto John Carroll's neck to turning and flying towards her, every move was in Monica's eyes, but she couldn't move her steps. The sweeping heavy punch hit her temples, and without even shouting pain, Monica flew towards the nearby wall, leaving a mark.
"Really, don't be so serious about making toys! What's the point of having such a strong subordinate? Isn't it, my child?" The man landed on the ground and slowly approached Monica. Each step was deeply imprinted in Monica's mind, as if counting down her death.
Not far from death, Monica didn't know what to think anymore, her gaze was drawn to the slow footsteps. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped and the approaching figure disappeared, replaced by the bloody big mouth in front of me. The sudden shortening of the time approaching death left Monica a bit at a loss, but what surprised her even more was what happened next.
His mouth was blocked by a figure, and John Carroll held Monica in his arms. Is it the feeling of blood or the sensation of the other person's body temperature that fills the face with warmth? Either one is good, Monica did feel it. Trembling, he lifted his head and saw a gentle smile he had never seen before.
The vampire biting behind John Carroll was forcefully pulled apart by Andrew. After the opponent knocked Andrew away, he looked at Andrew and John Carroll with an incredulous face. "You... keep one hand!"
"Card card~Nonsense, old man! Otherwise, there would be no reason to keep pestering you until now." Andrew's limbs spread out on the ground slowly returned to a standing position, smiling as he looked at the vampire trapped in front of him.
The first dawn shone, and the vampire who turned into ashes was a fool standing in the distance. And Monica and her group of people happened to stay in the position covered by the shadow of the house, with the sunlight above them as if telling the story of the vampire's end.
Andrew stared at another vampire with a strange smile. "Cardcard~Old man, aren't you trying to retrieve the seed you left in my body? Why don't you come over now? Do you think you can really defeat me? I'm Andrew! The chief vampire doesn't scream. You couldn't win against me in the past, and you can't win against me now either. All these illusions were just installed to make a deal with you! Cardcard!"
"Master, are you okay?" Joanna, covered in scars, ran to Andrew's side.
John Carroll, holding Monica, looked up at the sunlight and said with a bitter smile, "It seems like it's time to part ways."
Monica had no idea what John Carroll meant, so she was about to ask but was silenced. Lips greedily accepted an intimacy they had never felt before, and blood slowly flowed into their mouths. There are always moments of separation, which always makes people very reluctant to part. Monica looked at the man in front of her and couldn't recognize who he was.
There were too many questions to raise at this time, but John Carroll didn't give her any chance. The hand holding Monica's neck exerted a slight force, and an unknown force came, causing her to fall into a semi unconscious state. It's just a matter of time to completely lose consciousness.
During this short period of time, I faintly heard the conversation between Andrew and Joanna.
"Rookie... no! Joanna, Joanna G. Victoria, drink my blood. This way, you will be able to forever break free from my curse and become a master vampire, a true night tribe."
"No! Master, I... I will always be by your side."
"Really... then... let's catch that old guy and go see the sunrise together. It's really satisfying!"
"Okay! Master!"
"The price is your life, newbie. Why are you so happy? Card card~"
... 'What am I doing?' As her consciousness slowly drifted away from this world, Monica only felt as if she was being held in a box. Above the box was a beautiful blue sky, blocked by the shadow of a man. With a smiling expression and a backlit figure, his last words left in the world were: "Farewell, my beloved." The light disappeared from the closed lid, while all things in the world disappeared behind the closed eyelids
"Ah~!"
"Monica, what's wrong!" Yanni, who opened the door and ran in, looked at Monica sitting up in shock. Her rosy face and undulating chest should indicate the Countess's rushing and busy demeanor.
Watching herself sweat profusely, Monica flicked her moist golden hair. "It's okay! It's just a nightmare."
"Is it really okay?" Yanni, wearing a light blue silk nightgown, walked over to Monica and sat down, teasing her blonde hair in the ear. "Do you want to change into a new nightgown? Sleeping like this will catch a cold."
For Yanni's kindness, Monica just grabbed the hand that was resting on her shoulder and shook her head to signal not to worry. But he asked in reverse, "On the contrary, it's you. Why did you rush over so quickly?"
Yan Ni, who was about to answer, was interrupted by a man outside the door. "Is it okay? It suddenly ran out."
Watching Count Churi's messy hair and the red marks on her neck and cheeks, Monica felt a bit powerless. "So..."
"We just..."
"Enough!" Monica stopped Yanni from continuing.
"Actually, just now..."
"Enough! Don't say anything."
"Anyway, it was only when I heard your call that I ran over! It's okay, isn't it?" Yan Ni shook her hand and confirmed again.
"It's okay! It's okay!"
"Let's go back and continue."
"Alright, alright!" Monica weakly waved her hand as she touched her forehead.
As she walked briskly away, Yanni leaned her head out of the door and said in a mischievous tone, "Do you want to come together?"
"Fuck you!" With a cursing remark and a flying pillow, Yanni grabbed Chu Li's hand and escaped with a smile.
Monica got out of bed and walked to the door, picked up the pillow that had fallen on the ground and closed the door. He leaned against the closed door and scolded in a low voice: "Kid." Then he walked to the french window leading to the balcony. Opening the curtains, the four bright moons hanging in the sky make my mood a bit floating.
"What a nostalgic name. Joanna, Andrew... and... John Carroll..."
The sky without a moon is still as usual, using its endless darkness to contrast starlight and moonlight. It also uses its endless tolerance to soothe all life beneath it.
Opening the window, a cool breeze blew past Monica. Drive up to the balcony and take off your wet pajamas. As they were taking off, the pajamas blew into the room with the wind.
Naked, she walked to the railing and looked at pots of various flowers waiting to bloom. She remembered another heartbreaking night.
The time of night has come, and the sun disappears on the horizon, replaced by the rising moon. Opening the curtains and walking onto the protruding balcony, the smell of dinner just now has been forgotten.
The flower bed on the balcony is blooming with late winter plum blossoms. Monica picked a plum blossom and looked at it carefully. As the plum in her sight slowly withered, her smile also slowly bloomed.
Jumping off the balcony, her figure was like a goddess in the darkness. With the power of wind elements, she, who was not very proficient, leaped and found the familiar figure in the vast city.
A special feeling was completely open, and in the darkness she saw more clearly than usual, feeling more sensitive than usual. The body involuntarily moves towards the northern end of the city.
When she stopped in a place with a familiar taste, she thought she had arrived in heaven, but unexpectedly saw and heard of hell. Staying on someone else's roof, the scene brought by the windowsill in front of me is so uncomfortable.
"Dad, hold on."
"Oh! Be good~Oh! Why is it so heavy! I didn't expect my lovely little baby to become so heavy."
"Ah! Don't hold the child so high, be careful! Husband."
"Okay, my good wife."
A man wearing a navy blue armor was holding a little girl, while a good-looking woman was smiling beside him. It could be said to be a scene of family happiness, but in Monica's eyes, it looked like a picture of hell. The man who once belonged to him now has so much maturity, stability, and charm, but that has become a true past tense. The little extravagance that still existed was completely shattered at this moment. That gentle smile belongs to others, and the feeling of happiness also belongs to others.
All kinds of crazy thoughts rushed to my heart, as if my vampire bloodline was frantically calling out to me. The destructive personality and the urge to kill fully unfold at this moment. With just a little introduction and some courage, Monica will no longer be Monica.
However, in this era, the little woman still cannot abandon the feelings she felt from the past. The only pillar that supported her during that tragic time was completely overturned. Crazy didn't last long, sadness replaced crazy will. A sadness of losing the things that support oneself occupies all thoughts.
At some point, the figure on the roof disappeared. Immersed in the darkness is an empty figure, with the subconscious stroke element still supporting Monica's body, but people don't know where to go, and the wind doesn't know where to blow
In my memories, that was such a heartbreaking past. But now I am almost forgetting those stories that belong to me. Did you forget about it? Is it still better not to forget?
Monica lowered her head and smiled. Broken an unopened flower bud, it gradually withered and yellowed in Monica's hand. Unable to see Monica's face clearly, her naked body transformed into countless pitch black bats, blending into the night sky. Only the flower on the ground that had withered before it could bloom.
In the morning, but the corridor is still dark. The deliberately pulled heavy curtains block the sunlight from the outside, and the lit candles add a touch of eerie atmosphere. All of this is for the distinguished guest who is a vampire.
However, there are still people who enjoy living in such an environment. Xiaohannier, who was running in the hallway, always had a happy expression. After running for a while, she stopped and opened a small slit in the tightly closed curtains to catch a glimpse of the scenery outside. This kind of game makes her extremely excited.
"Hannie, don't use running in the hallway."
"Okay, Mother." After all, Hanniel ran away.
Shaking her head, Yanni looked back at the man behind her and said, "Today's breakfast is a great Rice noodles soup. How about it?"
"Oh!" Looking at the flickering candles, Monissa was a little absent-minded.
"What happened? What exactly did you dream of last night?"
The questions raised were not answered for a long time, and the two women had already walked to the restaurant. The long table, Count Churi and Hanniel had already sat in their seats waiting. And Monica and Yanni also walked to their respective seats and sat down.
"Dreaming of past events."
"What?" The Countess, who spoke in a questioning voice, was in an excited state of anticipation for the arrival of food and was somewhat surprised by Monica's sudden answer. But after organizing the voices she had just heard, she still understood Monica's words. "What happened before? Are you interested in telling me about it?"
Under the service of the waiter, a sumptuous breakfast was presented to everyone. Yan Ni's food theory: For all three meals, they must be rich, and no meal is more important. We must pay attention to the night snack and Dim sum, because that is the time to enjoy and taste. How can we be casual. Although very picky, she never wastes any dishes, which is what this Countess is proud of.
Looking at the Rice noodles soup scooped into the bowl in front of her, Monissa said lightly: "I don't want to mention that dream."
"What dream? What dream?" Xiao Hannier coaxed on the side. "Sister Monica, come on! Come on!"
Yan Ni, who was originally holding a relaxed expression, became serious. "Hannier, her name is Auntie."
"But..." Han Ni'er, who seemed to have suffered a lot, timidly said, "Sister Monica doesn't look very old?" After finishing her sentence, her expression showed a 180 degree change and she looked at Monica happily, saying, "Isn't that right?"
Watching Hanniel's excitement, Monica's originally low mood was swept away and she smiled lightly. On the contrary, Yan Ni looked at Han Ni'er with a mournful expression and said, "My dear daughter, if you call Monica sister, what will Mom do?"
Excited Hanniel didn't care about her mother who was pleading, and jumped onto Monica's lap to sit. Bury your whole face in Monica's chest, trying and trying. "Speak up! Speak up! Hannie really wants to hear it."
After hearing Hannier's request, Monissa was playing with Rice noodles soup with a spoon, and she was also thinking about how to deal with this lovely little girl. When the spoon scooped up the pills in the Rice noodles soup, Monissa laughed. She touched Hanniel's little head with her other hand and said, "Hanniel is good. Sister Monica will tell me something about when I was with the Seven Samurai before, okay?"
"Mmm!"
"Many memories happened in that big house, as if it was a part of the Seven Samurai's memories. I can't even remember what didn't happen in the big house. Do you remember that day..."
On the rectangular dining table, Jack, Sally, and Jess sat on one side, while Adam, Monica, Yanni, and Mifar sat on the other side.
A pot of delicious Meat ball soup, three or four plates of simply fried or scalded vegetables, a cold plate made of a large piece of stewed beef slices, and a large pot of white rice.
This simple dish can feed seven people who are quite picky to the fullest, which should be considered one of Sally's stunts.
When most people have already eaten their fill and are drinking soup, Jess and Jack are just finishing their third bowl of rice. The two of them had a tacit understanding when they put down the bowl, reached their chopsticks into the soup pot, and also sandwiched the same meatball.