1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

The blood flowed out endlessly until the world was dyed red.

On the deserted street on the outskirts of the town, the figure of a woman appeared out of thin air, and she fell down in the snow that was as deep as a person's knee.

She was only wearing a thin long skirt that was incompatible with this severe cold weather, but she lowered her head and checked her right hand that was about to be charred as if she couldn't feel the cold.

"Damn it." She cursed in a low voice, and couldn't help covering her mouth and coughing after cursing. After coughing, she found an ominous blackness in her palm.

The silver ions were rapidly spreading in her body, making the blood all over her body feel like boiling, causing burning pain.

She's a vampire, a vampire who needs blood on a regular basis.Half an hour ago, she used her beauty to seduce a man and let him take her to a small hotel as a prostitute.

Everything went perfectly, she didn't kill the man, only caused him to lose a little blood, and just when she was about to leave satisfied, the white-haired witcher appeared.

He seemed to have been following them for a while. Facing the black gunpoint, if she hadn't quickly atomized herself and escaped along the gap in the window, it might be a question of whether she could survive here at this moment.

The previous short-term satisfaction has disappeared, and what is left is only the endless hunger for blood.She needs blood, a lot of blood, enough blood for her to fight these bloody silvers.

She barely raised her head and looked towards the direction of Wilbert Manor in the distance: there was her only hope.

She can only hope that for the sake of her being able to serve him, her great blood father can send his familiar to save her.

"My sister."

Suddenly someone spoke, she raised her head and looked around vigilantly, "Who? Who is it?"

A vampire's five senses are much more sensitive than a human's, but even so, she still didn't see a single person.

Even the birds no longer exist, only large expanses of snow and old buildings dead in the dark.

Was the witcher from just now catching up?She curled up in fear: she had been a vampire for so short a time that a speck of silver could kill her, so the last time she took over the revolver with silver bullets from her blood father , she was excited and fearful.After a few seconds, the expected attack did not come, and she remembered that the witcher was a man, and the one who spoke was undoubtedly a woman.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

"How can you help me?" She suppressed her fear of death, and asked the other invisible person loudly, "You come out first, otherwise I won't believe you."

A breeze mixed with a faint smell of blood brushed her cheek, and then a tall and slim figure slowly condensed in front of her.

She looked up and met a light brown face with a very Latin style.Big round eyes, a tall nose, and full lips.

Countless braids hung down on her shoulders, and the female vampire looked down, over her plump breasts and slender waist, and landed on the chain in her hand.

At the other end of the chain was a girl who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, with a blindfold on her face and ragged clothes.This young girl exudes a certain aura that is of the same origin as theirs, but if you carefully distinguish it, there are some subtle differences.

"Need to introduce myself?" The woman said with a smile, ignoring her gaze, "I am your sister, Brianna Partridge, and we have a common blood father, Ignatz Dulles .”

Hearing the last name, the female vampire suddenly relaxed.

"I'm Melinda Croft."

"I know you, my youngest sister. Your excellence and excellence are worthy of the pride of all of us. Father has other things to deal with, so let me heal your wounds."

Brianna pulled out a copper tube and fed her the black liquid from it.

Melinda, who drank the liquid, let out a low scream, and then the wound on her arm began to ooze black blood.

Just before she thought her blood was going to be burned dry, all the pain stopped.She watched in awe as the wound began to heal, "My God, how did you... father do it?"

Brianna stretched out a hand towards her, and said slowly in a tone full of envy and sadness, "Because our father is not only a vampire, but also the only apprentice of master alchemist Ray Hope."

Melinda, who didn't know what the name Ray Hope represented, just nodded blankly, grabbed Brianna's extended hand, and stood up from the snow.

"Okay, let's go, my father is probably getting a little impatient." Brianna straightened her hair, "He is anxious to see my child, so naturally I can't let him be disappointed with me."

For the two female vampires, such a short distance could not even be called a warm-up exercise.

The tall shadow of the house was already approaching, and the girl bound by the chains suddenly reacted and ran in the opposite direction.

Facing her move, Brianna just pulled the end of the chain, and the girl screamed and covered her neck, and fell on the snow, no longer able to escape.

Even Melinda, who was on the sidelines, couldn't help but feel a chill running down her spine - only silver can make vampires suffer so much, she can't imagine how pure silver the shackles are made of , What a terrible touch to wear on the body.As long as she took a look at the girl screaming and begging for mercy, she absolutely didn't want to know.

The arm that was shot by the silver bullet was aching, and she couldn't help but say, "Didn't you say that father wants to see her? Then don't let her die." She could see that Brianna enjoyed being powerless to resist. girl abuser.

The bound girl's tiny body fell into the snow, and as long as the snow fell a little harder, she would be submerged in no time.

Brianna let go of her hand with a smile, "You are more considerate, okay, let's go in."

The hall was still in that barren state.

It was rare for Melinda to think of the rumors she had heard when she was human: Webster Manor and its countless legends, ghosts, vengeful spirits and mysterious treasures.

They walked through the once resplendent front hall, and the portraits of people stained with brown marks on the walls stared at them coldly.

And the girl led by Brianna like an animal trembled violently, moaning thinly from her throat, as if she was in extreme pain.

When they came to the banquet hall on the second floor, Brianna stood aside, and Melinda could only accept her fate to push open the seemingly heavy door for her.

Facing the strong smell of blood in the house, Melinda frowned, and tried her best not to let her fangs stick out—although hunting is the nature of vampires, she was taught that on the day she was transformed into a vampire. Father hated this.

If you can't control your desires, it's better to go to the sun and turn into ashes as soon as possible.

The banquet hall was brightly lit, with floating candles everywhere.

The air was hot and stuffy, and Melinda saw their father, Ignatz Dulles, in the middle of the room.

"Melinda, it seems that you have already met your sister in advance, so I don't need to bother introducing you."

The green-eyed vampire leaned back on the luxurious soft armchair, and something rolled out from the sole of his foot.

Melinda took a quick glance and knew what it was: it was a human corpse whose blood had been drained from its entire body, and she had disposed of more than a dozen of them during this period alone.

She seemed to have seen the face of this mummy before, and such a thought flashed through her mind.

——If Carl was here, he would be able to recognize who belonged to this face distorted and deformed by panic.

Ronald, this face belongs to the long-lost Ronald.

"Yes." She knelt down at his feet respectfully, "Thank you for your grace, you saved my life."

After the simple greetings, Ignatz didn't look at her again, but turned his attention to Brianna and Sheila who were silent at the side.

The olive-skinned female vampire stepped forward, "Father, I brought the one you want. Go, good boy."

Melinda watched as she untied the girl from all over and pushed her towards the handsome man on the chair.

"Father, please don't kill her right away," Brianna shrugged. "She can still provide me with a lot of fun."

The girl blinked unaccustomedly, and met Ignatz's face that seemed to be smiling forever.

"Sheila Webster, please forgive my rudeness." His tone was very gentle. "I wanted to visit your family 50 years ago, but because I was caught up in other trivial matters, I had to entrust my beloved It seems that she has reciprocated your family very well. We would never see each other again, but recently I have become curious about some things from 50 years ago, so I have to invite you to come .”

He stretched out his hand to pinch her head, pulling her whole body closer.

The light blue pupils met the pine green ones, and countless invisible tentacles pierced into her thinking for a moment.

"Don't, don't—!" The girl screamed terribly, even a vampire couldn't help but stand on end.

Ignatz moved his lips, and the girl fell silent.Look carefully, she is still struggling, but she can no longer make a sound.

Compared to reading shallow memories, what Ignatz did was even more extreme: he directly injected his spirit into the girl's mind, forcing her to recall everything from birth, even The information she passively receives will be very clear.

The huge amount of information directly drove the poor girl crazy. Her brain was no longer able to carry so many memories. Ignatz, who did not find what she wanted, forcibly supported her spiritual world and continued to search for information about Daybreak.

After a long, long time, until the sun was about to rise, Ignaz let go of Sheila's grip.

The girl who was thrown aside turned her eyes white, her facial features twisted violently, and she curled up into a small ball.

"So it is."

Ignatz covered his face and laughed out loud.

He knew Daybreak's darkest secret.

At the Morrison house at the same moment, Carl and Edgar were talking by the fire.

The table was piled up with all kinds of leaflets and newspapers received during this period, and the cold sandwiches—Mr. Morrison left it on purpose for fear that Daisy would be hungry after waking up—Carl saw it on the top at a glance. the brochure.

It described the crimes of vampires in exaggerated fonts: up to that bloody night, down to a certain old lady losing her dependent cat, all these things were pushed to the head of vampires.Karl couldn't hold back his fingers against his lips and laughed, and then saw the following lines of small words, which were nothing more than describing how merciful the bishop is, willing to provide holy water to those who don't believe in religion, so that they will die in the future. able to survive.

The town is no longer safe, as can be seen from the patrols formed spontaneously by the men in the past few days and the closed doors of every house after dark.

"Are vampires afraid of holy water?" Carl threw the booklet aside and stretched casually.

In fact, he didn't care much about the answers to the questions. After all, he could almost recite the pages about vampires in "An Introduction to Dark Creatures" by heart.

——Vampires hate holy attributes, but holy water can't cause essential damage to them.

Edgar put the needle tube under his nose and sniffed it. He seemed to recognize some of the ingredients in it, and his brows were tightly knit together.

"What's wrong?" Carl withdrew his smile, "What exactly is this?"

Although he has been suppressing his emotions, no matter who is injected with a liquid of unknown composition, he will feel panic.

Maybe it's a deadly germ, maybe it's just an ordinary prank—combined with Daisy's reaction, the latter is unlikely. He is not afraid that he will die, but he is afraid that he will lose control of his body and hurt the vampire around him.

His feelings for vampires are on a very dangerous edge: at first he thought that he only regarded vampires as friends and elders, but later, he gradually discovered that he had a secret and unspeakable love for vampires.

"No, it's nothing." Edgar shook his head, "I should be thinking too much."

That being said, the worry on the vampire's face didn't decrease at all, and even increased a bit.

Carl, who noticed that the vampire was talking, opened his mouth and swallowed the original doubt, pretending to be relaxed: "Is this really the case?"

Edgar sat beside him, "That guy taught me alchemy," he said with imperceptible nostalgia, "but I may not be very talented in this kind of thing, and I have never been able to do it like this." He's just as good."

Carl, who had never heard Edgar talk about these things, asked softly, "That guy?"

"Ignatz Dulles."

"Oh."

Carl fell silent.

"He and I used to be..." Edgar paused, "It should be regarded as friends." In the end, he still defined his past relationship with the enemy in this way.

"Then why are you killing him now?" Carl hesitated, because he wasn't sure if Edgar would tell himself, tell himself the secret about his past.

Edgar's cold body was warmed by the fire, and he looked a little like a human being.

Carl boldly leaned on his shoulder, "If you don't want to say..."

"We came together because of similar ideas. Later, I found out that what I wanted was not the same as him, so I decided to leave him. He betrayed me, and I betrayed him. I betrayed his secret to Hunter The fiend, he... he set a trap that led to me falling into the hands of another gang of ranger hunters, being sold as a rare commodity, until finally, I was sold to some notorious group of spellcasters."

Edgar's tone was very calm, but Carl was terrified when he heard these contents.

He thought of his hazy dream, of the rotting lump of flesh on the stone bed, of those terribly cold blue eyes and ragged blond hair.

The belated pain hit his heart, and he tried not to let his voice tremble, "You... fell into the hands of Xiaoxiao, right?"

"You remember."

Edgar did not answer his question directly.

"Vampires walk under the moonlight." Carl repeated the sentence that came to mind when he first saw a vampire, "It's like humans walk under the sun."

Edgar's eyes were filled with emotions that were close to tenderness. He looked at his boy, "I didn't expect you to remember this."

"I remember." Carl took a deep breath, restraining the surging emotion in his chest, not to let that terrible force emerge while he was shaking, "I always remember."

"I remember too."

Edgar stretched out a hand, "You were only this small when you first appeared in front of me, and we got along day and night, for almost a year—about this long, I'm not very sensitive to the passage of time anymore ——After you asked me where I came from, I told you that I came from the outside world, and then you asked me what the outside world is.”

The vampire and the child, who are both prisoners of a cruel fate, talked about the free world outside. The difference is that the vampire once had freedom, and the boy had never seen that beautiful and strange world since he was born.

"It's a world of day and night," Carl continued. "It's the sun that's hot and bright. When the sun rises, it's daytime. People put out their candles and go out of the house to enjoy the best day for them." Good times. Cold and pale is the moon, and when the sun sets the moon takes over the world, and the dark creatures that have been dormant for a day come to life, knocking on the doors of men, and dragging the hapless traveler into the deepest shadows."

In his childhood, when he knew nothing about the outside world, he was supported by the picture drawn by the vampire.

The day was human, and Karl had always thought so: he had firmly believed that he was human until he recognized the nature of his own soul.

A fallen angel who was brutally tortured, a mythical creature that shouldn't exist in this dimension.Pain, anger, sadness, despair... Countless negative emotions accumulated in his heart, making him want to go crazy and scream all the time.

"Carl, would you like to..."

Before Edgar could finish his sentence, there was a soul-stirring sound of slapping on the window glass.

"Who?"

Carl, who also noticed the change here, stood up quickly.

Through the dim light of the fire, he could see more than one hand with twisted and twisted joints on the glass.

These bloodless hands slapped the fragile glass windows, behind which rotten faces and red eyes gleaming with scarlet light could be vaguely seen.

"Is this what you said, the evil atmosphere hanging over the town?" If it was him in the past, he would probably have been scared out of his wits long ago, but at this moment, Karl can still maintain his composure.

Edgar nodded, "Yes."

The vampires out there were full of incomplete first embraces, a conservative estimate of 10 compared to the few in Wilbert Manor - no one knew why they suddenly appeared.

"I went to deal with them." Carl was about to go to the window when Edgar pushed him back.

"I'll go." The vampire glanced over there, and Karl instantly understood what he meant.

It didn't matter what happened to him and Edgar, at least they still had the ability to protect themselves. He turned his attention to Daisy who was still unconscious.

The girl in her sleep didn't know what a horrible environment she was in, her cheeks didn't have a trace of blood, and only the faint ups and downs of her chest could prove that she was alive.

"Oh, God."

Carl clenched his hands, subconsciously wanting to pray, but as soon as he finished speaking, he remembered that none of them were the type to be blessed by God.

"Please, save Daisy."

It didn't matter to him, as long as he could protect his last living friend, he would believe that God was real.

Outside the window were screams and the noise of tearing flesh, and he guarded the unconscious Daisy inside the house.

The shadows wrapped their bodies, the invisible black wings spread out, and the tiny tentacles tentatively touched Daisy's body.

After about half an hour, Edgar returned to the house covered in blood. The tentacles that were about to move seemed to be attracted by the bloody smell from his body, and rushed towards the same direction.

They dare not really hurt the vampire, but secretly suck the blood that gets on him.Carl slumped back to the chair tiredly, the shadows in the room instantly receded like a tide, and the fire became bright again.

"Judging from this attack alone, it's not a big problem." Edgar looked into the darkness outside, "But I don't know how many of these things are left, and whether this is just a rehearsal."

He was sure that the town had been shrouded in a terrible evil atmosphere.

"So right now, this is the safest place." Anyway, Daisy was already homeless, and Karl didn't mind protecting her for a while until the crisis was completely resolved.

——It's just that none of them know when this terrible crisis will pass, and what the future of him and the vampire will look like.

"Probably so." Edgar took off his blood-stained coat and threw it into the fireplace. The flame in the fireplace instantly turned a strange turquoise color, and it took a few seconds for it to slowly return to its original color. "During this time, especially when I'm away, don't let guys you don't trust get close to this girl - I suspect that those guys manipulating her may come to kill her at any time. Also, don't eat any food from unknown sources , including drinking water."

"why?"

Carl glanced at the plate of cold sandwiches, "Is this okay?"

Edgar picked up the plate and sniffed it, "No problem. You can give her this."

As to why, he continued: "I suspect there is something wrong with the holy water provided by the church."

Recalling all the things that happened in the town during this period, Karl was not surprised that Edgar would come to such a conclusion.

Just like the rumors about the wealth of the Wilbert family a few months ago, it seemed reasonable at first glance, but it appeared so suddenly that even he, who was not very sensitive to the surrounding information, noticed something was wrong.

After he inadvertently learned of the disappearance of the homeless man and the vampire monsters that appeared out of thin air, a terrible conspiracy gradually surfaced, revealing its tip of the iceberg.

No one knows when it all started, and the small town they depended on for a living is no longer what they remember.

——Peace and tranquility are but illusions, only danger and terror are real.

"What kind of question?"

After all, the amount of time he could spend with vampires was pretty limited, and what the vampires did in places he didn't know about was always a mystery.

For revenge, he still remembered what Edgar said: for revenge on Ignatz Dulles who betrayed him.

As for what kind of revenge it was, he didn't know.

"This starts with the origin of the town."

Following Edgar's gaze, Karl saw the dark sky outside and the firelight reflected on the glass.

Out of some psychology, he stepped forward and closed the curtains tightly, creating an atmosphere of a completely enclosed space.

The sun still hasn't risen, and the night is getting longer and longer, until at a certain moment, the eternal night will cover this land.

In Edgar's narration, Brodica is a typical artificial town: it used to be several nearby villages. Driven by government policies, the residents gathered together, abandoned the traditions of the village, and lived in These planned buildings do not have a long history, let alone ghost legends.Everyone is talking about convenient and modern facilities, and no one has ever considered whether there is any crisis that they don't know about hidden in the invisible shadows.

"It was a councilor named Rowan Bessemo who proposed merging villages to create a new town."

Carl groaned knowingly.He knew the name Edgar had spoken of: Every school-age child learns about Brodika's past and present in their first history lesson at school, including Senator Bessemo and his great proposal.

It was this proposal that brought a new life to tens of thousands of people. The first residents of the town wrote the name of Councilor Bessemo into textbooks, so that their descendants would remember this gentleman.

"What's up with him?"

"He made a deal with the vampire." Seeing Carl's puzzled face, Edgar deliberately didn't look into his eyes, "He condoned the vampires to slaughter the town's residents. It is an excuse to help the other party cover up the crime."

Just like Hangel Willard, who always chooses prostitutes and other marginalized people as the target of murder, vampires are also very careful about the choice of prey.

Carl once noticed the missing persons notices in the newspapers. Every day, old names disappeared and new names were replaced. As for whether those people were found, no one knew the answer.But only a few can be registered in the newspaper, and there are also homeless people and prostitutes, even if they die, no one will know.There are so many people who disappear without a trace every day, like Sheila Wellbert once, and sadly, no one cares about their disappearance except for the relatives who don't know if they exist.

"But..." Carl wanted to say that most vampires don't kill their prey, "don't vampires rarely kill their prey?"

"This is what I'm going to tell you later." Edgar chose his words carefully, "Ignatz is different from ordinary vampires, he doesn't like to use his fangs to suck blood, so he invented a spell, The blood in the human body can be drained out of thin air, and all of it can be transferred to the prepared container. He didn't want these people to satisfy hunger, but for an experiment."

Too much, this is too much, Carl passively accepted the information, "How do you know?"

It wasn't the only question he wanted to ask, but it was the one he had to confirm first.

The last trace of luck remaining in Karl's heart was shattered after hearing Edgar's answer.

"I personally killed Behemo, who turned into a vampire, and read his memories before he died."

During the two months of coming to Brodica, the vampire did many things, each of which was aimed at alleviating the resistance encountered on the way of revenge.

The temptation to live forever.

What else is there that I don't understand?

When a person has power and money, what is more attractive than eternal life and powerful power?

Karl felt cold all over.In order to live forever, Besimo dedicated all the lives in this town to vampires as sacrifices.

Since 50 years ago, Ignatz and his fans have been like a poisonous vine, completely infiltrating every inch of soil in the town where they can't see.

"You said that Ignatz was conducting an experiment?" Carl was not immersed in his emotions for too long, "What experiment?"

"The realm of the gods."

It was so abstract, Carl widened his eyes, "What?"

"God's law is that human beings cannot live forever, and the immortal cannot see the sun. He tried to break this law, so that vampires can come to the daytime world openly." Edgar had a sad look in his eyes, "I was also killed by him once. Lying and bewitching, believing that he is really doing this for our race. However, in fact, he is only doing it to satisfy his own selfish desires, and he has been a little crazy because he has failed for too long."

The vampire came to the sun... Karl stared at Edgar in front of him, unable to tell what it was like.

What would he look like as a human?Why did he become a vampire?

And that moonlit night a long time ago, when they were walking on the quiet path, Edgar said that he was hostile to human beings, why?

Was it something humans had done to him?

"Do you want to see the sun?"

Edgar touched his cheek, and he frowned at the feeling of being treated like a child.

"I used to think about it, but then I slowly forgot it..." His tone was rarely confused, "After all, I have almost forgotten what it was like when I was a human being."

"So that's the case." Karl nodded, and did not continue to ask further questions.

It's just that a voice inside him said that Edgar had lied.

——He clearly remembers the past, and you should know why.

"What are we going to do next..." He wanted to ask himself if there was anything he could do to help the vampire, but before he finished speaking, Daisy, who had been sleeping quietly, screamed.

"Don't! Don't—!"

She suddenly sat up from the sofa, hugged her head, and looked around in panic, only to find that she was in a safe environment before she stopped screaming and wept softly.

"What's wrong?" Carl hurried to her side and asked her what happened.

There was horror in Daisy's eyes. She looked at it several times, and after confirming that the person in front of her was her friend Carl Morrison, she whispered in a hoarse voice, "Carl, I had a dream..." She looked past Carl and landed on the blond vampire, and her voice stopped abruptly.

"Trust him." Carl didn't let Edgar leave, "Go on, he is a trustworthy existence. If you must know, he is a vampire."

"Vampire." Daisy obviously didn't react, "Oh... a vampire?! Karl, I don't want to..."

"Please, trust me, trust him too. Please."

Perhaps it was the overwhelmed exhaustion on Carl's face that moved her, and the guarded girl finally tried to let go of her guard, "What I'm going to say happens to have something to do with vampires."

Carl was acutely aware that this could be critical information, "What?"

"My father is a murderer." She simply repeated her previous discovery.

Her father, Hangel Willard, not only imprisoned a vampire in the basement of his home, but was an executioner of many people, including her mother.

"That vampire...you must not have guessed who she is, she is Sheila Wellbert, the missing young daughter of the Wellberts." Daisy spoke very fast, and often there was nothing between what she said Logic, "She was imprisoned in the basement of my house, and I tried to help her escape before I escaped...I failed, and in the end I could only let her suck my blood, and told her to wait here for me to go back and save her. "

"This is the end of the matter, I..." Her voice stopped abruptly, and Karl knew why.

"Don't say that, you can't say it, just tell me what you can say."

Daisy nodded, "Just now I had a dream...it should be a dream, in the dream I became Sheila—I don't know, I only knew who I became when I heard people call me Sheila—and was taken to In a big house, facing a man with green eyes, oh no, vampire, that vampire said a lot of things that I can't understand, I really don't know, I can only feel anger, sadness and powerlessness. I guess These are Sheila's emotions."

Carl and Edgar, who stopped talking for the second time tonight, set their eyes on her, and seemed to think of the same thing.

Sheila sucked Daisy's blood, so they formed a mysterious connection, and it was this connection that made Daisy see the time in Sheila's eyes.

"Sorry, can I have a look at this dream of yours?"

Edgar spoke, Daisy's eyes widened, "What?"

"I want to see your memory, maybe this can help you rescue her earlier."

"How do you know..." Know that I want to save her?

"It's obvious." Edgar gently pulled Carl aside, "I promise, it won't hurt you. I've been looking for that green-eyed vampire for a long time, but he's so cunning that every time I Look for it, he already left half an hour ago."

Daisy thought for a long time, long enough that Karl thought she would refuse, and she nodded.

"You swear, you will rescue Sheila."

"I swear."