After midnight, the interior of the church was darkly lit, and only a faint moonlight filtered through the holes and planks in the windows, squeezing into the place where even the rats did not want to come.The benches were all patched, the icon on the cross was painted off, revealing a mottled layer of iron, and the Bible on the pulpit was seen from the side that it was missing many pages, presumably used by Jesse when he had no toilet paper but had a stomachache.The corners of the ceiling were covered in cobwebs, and in front of the altar was a large pool of blood, as a skinny figure with hairy hair cleaned it up with a mop.Not only did the blood have to be cleaned, but the intestines and stomach were also flowing everywhere, seeping down the gaps between the floors, and it was the hardest thing to clean up the smell."
Alas, unlucky, my nose is so smart, I always feel like it smells."
The man was still talking to himself, and swallowed hard: "I'm a little hungry from work, I can't go hunting, I want to be a good person." ”He's Cassidy, a vampire who crashed into town with a plane and had no money on him, so he had to spend the night at church with Jesse.The priest is drunk every day, and eighty percent still doesn't know his identity as a vampire, but aside from those, the two can be said to smell the same, so this blood clan has become a gatekeeper.It's ironic to say that the church is the holy abode of the Lord, but it turns out that it is murderous and bloody, and it makes a miasma."
Oh, my waist."
Cassidy straightened up in pain and hammered his backhand a few times in the back: "These two angels are coming for Jesse, and they want to disembowel him, what is going on?"
”He muttered to work, but he looked quite happy, but no matter how hard he wiped the floor, the smell of blood in his nose did not fade, but became stronger.Sniffing it, he found that the smell was not an industrial product coming down from the floor, and the blood tasted like kerosene.And now this smell is the fragrance of virgin blood, and as a knowledgeable vampire, he quickly became intoxicated.His feet were like stepping on cotton, and he shrugged his nose as he closed his eyes and followed the smell, and soon he hit the wall.It turned out that the sweet smell of the girl's blood came from outside the back window of the church, and Cassidy was immediately entangled.Why does it smell of blood at the back of the church on a big night?
You must know that it is a cemetery, but if there is really an injured girl sent to the door, will she suck it or not?
This is a problem, it stands to reason that if you want to be a good vampire, you shouldn't hunt, but the more you smell it, the hungrier your stomach becomes!
Tangled, very tangled, he walked up and down the window, and the footprints on the floor quickly spelled out the shape of a chrysanthemum.He finally pushed open the window, intending to look outside.If someone is really injured, then bandage someone and send it home, and come back and lick the ground, as long as you go back quickly, the blood will not evaporate so quickly, although this is the Gobi Desert, but it is still quite cool at night.Outside the window was not an injured girl at all, but a pale, handsome young man with short black hair and a sexy ass chin.Seeing Cassidy push open the window and poke his head out, the other party shook the blood bag in his hand and greeted him with a smile: "Yo, brother, do you want a plate?"
”“？？？”
Cassidy has become a question mark black face, why is someone holding a bag of blood peddling DVDs at the back door of the church on a big night?
No, that's not the key issue.He quickly shook his head, the other party was obviously a vampire too, and it could be seen from the pale complexion, the glowing pupils in the dark, and the fangs that showed out of his mouth when he smiled.This is the kind of person who has come to the door."
Who are you?
What are you looking for me?
”He couldn't help but be on guard, there were many families of the blood clan, each with its own style of acting, and they often fell into each other's ways.But the biggest contradiction often comes from the battle between the positions of the 'vegetarian pie' and the 'blood food pie'.The former believed that the Bloods should integrate into human society and earn money to buy blood for a living.The latter, on the other hand, believed that humans were inferior animals and that the Bloods only needed to be hunted.Cassidy is a small person in the blood clan, he doesn't care about the position of the big guys above, for him, he just wants to live.When he has money, he will buy blood, but occasionally he meets a bad guy or someone who doesn't like the eye, and he doesn't mind opening meat and drinking a few sips of hot food."
Don't be nervous, I'm a vegetarian pie, and I'm not here to find trouble, well, you can call me Edward Antonio Marson Cullen."
The handsome young man uttered a long list of names, then ripped off the black cloak on his body and showed the blood bags hanging on his body, as if he were setting up a stall: "My purpose is very simple, I just want to ask if you want to buy blood?"
I've got all the good stuff here. ”Cassidy always thought that the other party's name was made up, at least he hadn't heard of the Karen family nearby, but he swallowed at the sight of the blood bags dangling from the lining of his cloak.I want to, but I'm shy.Look at what people are doing in this business, not only do they have money at a glance, but they also have good maintenance, and the hundreds of years old ghosts look like ten, especially the aristocratic bearing, they can't learn it.What about yourself?
His hair is yellow, his eyes are dull, his bones are thin, and his mouth is full of rotten teeth.Cassidy's low self-esteem left Cassidy speechless, he swallowed his saliva, twisted his gaze, and whispered, "I don't have any money." ”"No money?
That's going to be hard. ”The self-proclaimed Edward's bloodline didn't show any discriminatory looks, just smiled awkwardly and politely, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and his eyes lit up in the moonlight: "By the way, I haven't seen you in this town before, new here?"
”"Well, I used to live in New Orleans."
Cassidy smiled sheepishly as well."
Well, if you're willing to invite me in for a while, I can give you a few packets of blood for free as a welcome gift to welcome you to town."
Edward came up with a brilliant idea, and he pointed to the back door of the church, because for old-school vampires, if they want to enter someone's house, they have to be invited.Cassidy hesitated because this was not his home, but God's.But the other party has already taken the cloak "Please come in, be careful that there are thorns on the doorknob, yes, there it is." ”His stance immediately changed, and he smiled warmly as he welcomed another vampire to the church."
Thank you, friend."
Edward walked through the back door with an aristocratic demeanor, looked left and right at the place full of miscellaneous items, and did not make any comments: "I haven't been to this town for a while, I remember that this place should be deserted, so I originally planned to come here for the night, why did it reopen again?"
”"Oh, you're talking about Jesse, right?
The priest of this church used to be his father, who has been dead for decades, and he has only recently inherited this place, and maybe the church doesn't know what is going on here, anyway, it is Father Custer who appears in the paperwork file. ”As he spoke, his eyes were still on the three packets of blood in the other party's hand, and he kept licking his lips.Edward smiled, and he handed Cassidy the packet of high blood sugar girl blood he had opened, asking him to moisten his throat: "Let's go to the hall and sit for a while, there is too much dust here, and it is not good for my skin and hair." ”"Okay, come with me."
Cassidy sucked the blood bag to his mouth like sucking jelly, vaguely agreed, and turned to lead the way.He quickly reveled in the pleasure of eating blood, and let out a beast-like snort, not paying any attention to the strange smile on the face of his 'fellow citizens' behind him.