1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

If you speak, you will find that those tiny tentacles are spreading out from his body.

The thickest shadows gathered around him, and where he walked, there was a great sound of birds flapping their wings.

The pitch-black feathers fell down and slowly merged into the shadows, turning into new tentacles.

"Monster..." Sergeant Croft stared at the trembling tentacles on his body in horror, trying in vain to break free, "Monster ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

All the strength in his body flowed to an invisible place, causing his eyelids to become heavier and heavier until he could barely open them.

In the half-dream and half-awake world, he felt the cold and decaying breath of death approaching.He was going to be killed by this monster, as was his child.

As if stimulated by the word "monster", Carl's face revealed a certain cruel pleasure.

The carefully bandaged wound showed signs of tearing again, and the bandage had been stained crimson.

And in the squirming flesh and blood, something is about to move, trying to break free from the shackles of the flesh.

Just as the tentacles were about to spread to Sergeant Croft's neck, killing him, Edgar struggled to stand up.

"Stop, Carl, he's your best friend, Todd Croft's father, and you took Todd out of the house that night to meet him." Edgar covered the wound on his abdomen, weakly Say, "If you don't want to regret it even more when you wake up, stop now."

The silver ions had spread to every inch of flesh and blood in his body. If he didn't deal with it immediately, he would be reduced to ashes when the sun rose.

"Stop it. I'm fine, I'm safe."

These words seemed to have magical powers, and there was something different in Carl's expression.He stared at Edgar's gray face for a long time, then shook his head slowly.

"You..." He began to speak.

Unlike the hoarse shouts he had heard before, this time he spoke a human language.His speech was slow and broken, and many of the words were wrong, but Edgar knew it was a sign that he was recovering his memory.

The child who grew up in the City of Bones never died.He has been hiding in Carl Morrison's body.

"Vampire, death... pain."

As if seeing something terrible, his dark pupils were filled with fear, "Scary...wounds."

"Well," interrupted Edgar, "we're all free, Eddie, we're all free."

While they were in a stalemate, Sergeant Croft coughed twice, and opened his closed eyes again.

"I..." He looked at everything in front of him in confusion, and found himself suspended in mid-air, "Who will tell me what happened? Karl... are you Karl?"

Three pairs of eyes turned to him at the same time.

Different from the madness before, this time his demeanor is full of real confusion.

——At the beginning of realizing this change, the female vampire in the distance didn't take it seriously, but when she realized that the terrifying power was gradually spreading to her side, she immediately screamed and broke the bond between them. connect.

"Carl, I had a terrible nightmare." Sheriff Croft closed his eyes in disbelief and said hoarsely, "I dreamed that Melinda came back, she turned into a vampire, and said you killed Todd, let me avenge their mother and son. Is this a dream? If it is a dream, please let me wake up."

Hearing his voice, Karl seemed to be unable to bear the pressure any longer, and squatted down covering his head, suppressing a painful scream in his throat.

"Why? Why did you kill Todd?"

Realizing that this was not some wild dream, Sheriff Croft asked painfully, "Why?"

Such an inquiry full of sadness and helplessness can break Karl's heart full of holes more than madness and viciousness.

When he raised his head again, the ominous shadow receded like a tide, and his irises returned to bright gray-blue.

"I..." He raised his hands, "I... I don't know."

——Does he want to tell this gray-haired old man that his child has turned into a vicious vampire, and if he didn't fight back at that time, he would be the one who died.

He was obviously ready to die at that time.

"sorry Sorry."

Edgar didn't speak.

Sheriff Croft also didn't respond to his apology—not that he didn't want to, but that he passed out.

At the moment when this long farce was coming to an end, the effects of alcoholism, irregular diet, and staying up late finally showed, his body reached its limit, and when the tentacles supporting most of his body weight were removed, he stood upright The ground fell to the ground like a lightly fallen leaf, and the pistol with the silver bullet fell aside, and no one had time to care about it.

After a long time, Mr. Morrison, who seemed to have been forgotten, wiped the sweat from his forehead, got up tremblingly, and pointed to the unconscious Sergeant Croft on the ground, "Do you need to tie him up? "

He took a deep breath and looked at Carl and Edgar courageously—one of them is the benefactor of the Morrison family, and the other is the child he has raised for more than ten years—for the first time he felt that they were so strange, "Look It sounds terrible, especially Mr. Fogelsang, you have to dig out the bullets quickly... If you need anything, tell me, I swore, I will protect you two."

The bullet hole avoided the heart, but it could still have caused enormous damage to the vampire's tissue if left untreated.

Mr. Morrison had no experience in treating vampire wounds, so he stared blankly at the large piece of scorched and cracked skin after cutting off the cloth around the bullet hole.

"Need...to do something?" He could only find antiseptic potions and half a roll of bandages, but thinking about it, it was useless.

"Is there a knife? It doesn't need to be too big, it must be sharp." Edgar barely sat up straight, and said this to Mr. Morrison. After receiving an affirmative answer, he half closed his eyes, "I can handle the rest by myself. Good. Also, can I ask you to prepare something for Karl to eat?" Yin invaded his body, causing burning pain, as if to burn him to ashes.He leaned tiredly on the sofa, trying to reduce the consumption of his body, so as not to let the silver bullet cause more damage before the wound was treated.

"no problem."

Mr Morrison answered quickly, rushing into the kitchen to get busy.

After a while, a shiny silver table knife usually used to cut steaks was handed to Edgar.Edgar took it in his hand and measured it before inserting it into the wound on his abdomen.

The body structure of vampires is different from that of ordinary people—after all, their essence is a resurrected corpse—even if the knife is stirred in the wound like this, only a little black liquid seeps out.

During the whole process, Karl hung his head and sat about half a meter away from him, without saying a word.

Edgar quickly found the blackened bullet and took it out—it seemed that he was lucky not to touch the liquid silver bullet that would shatter as soon as it entered the vampire's body.

"Are you okay?" Carl raised his hand, wanting to touch his wound, but his fingers were suspended in mid-air, and he dared not drop them.

He still remembered the time when he almost hurt the vampire, and he was afraid that he would lose control of his power and make an irreversible mistake.

The recovery speed of the tissue burned by silver was extremely slow. Edgar roughly estimated in his heart that if a large amount of blood could not be obtained, such a wound would take more than a week to fully heal.

Understanding his need, Carl said timidly, "Do you... need my blood?"

"not needed for now."

"but……"

Just when Carl was about to refute something, Mr. Morrison came out of the kitchen with a plate of sandwiches and a bowl of hot soup.

"Hurry up and eat." He stroked Carl's hair, "My cooking skills may not be as good as your mother's, but you can make do with it first."

Karl, who was touched by his relatives like this, was stunned.

He never thought that he would be treated so intimately by this man.

"Dad..." he called him softly.

"It's all right." Mr. Morrison took him into his arms. "You are safe now. Eat something."

His body trembled with fear, but even so, his embrace was still as firm as ever.

Carl grabbed the sandwich on his plate and devoured it.He was starving. He hadn't eaten since yesterday, and his stomach kept regurgitating acid. When he finally came across food, his sanity flew away in an instant.

Edgar rested for a while. Seeing Mr. Morrison's gaze fixed on his body, he slowly opened his eyes, "It seems that no one wants to sleep tonight. I just have something I want to talk to you about."

"What is it?"

Mr. Morrison pressed his forehead wearily.

"The truth that I hid from you back then."