1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

Let those traitors bleed.

"Where is this place?"

Daisy Willard clutched the hem of her clothes nervously, followed Carl into the empty house, and asked the question that had been in her mind all night.

Two days ago, the police officially announced the arrest of her father, Hangel Willard, who they accused of killing at least 37 people in the past few years and was also involved in an attempted murder.

As soon as the news came out, she locked herself in the room, crying and laughing: no matter what, he was the one who raised her, but she also knew very well that this little warmth was not enough to make up for his sins.He killed so many people, including her mother.Regarding his arrest, even if she will be marked as the daughter of a serial killer for the rest of her life, she still feels that this man deserves what he deserves.

Except for this incident, Carl has been protecting them these days.

During this time, the vampires came again, three times, each time as irrational blood-sucking monsters dressed as ordinary people, knocking on the door and wandering aimlessly, like the stinking zombies in the movies.

Carl came forward to deal with these monsters. Although he didn't lose control again, Daisy could see that his condition was getting worse and worse, and his spirit was getting worse. Sometimes it took her a long time to get a response when talking to him.

She watched in horror as Carl silently isolated herself from them, until the deep blackness in her pupils faded completely, and then returned to them again, listening to their unfunny jokes, and then barely raised the corners of her mouth.

But this is useless, anyone can see that there are more and more wandering blood-sucking monsters-they must take "holy water" uninterruptedly to maintain their sanity, but the more they take, the greater the degree of transformation serious.The police issued martial law and asked the residents of the town to stay at home as much as possible, but no matter what, the people above refused to admit that there was a monster in the town, and blamed everything on drugs and addicts.

The mayor, Pegg, released a speech on TV. He claimed that it was a well-prepared prank. He also said that there have been no casualties so far, and he hopes everyone can calm down.

Until today's evening, the blond vampire reappeared. He looked at everything and finally asked them to pack their luggage - simple clothes, a little money, and souvenirs that must be taken away, that's about it.

Even if no one explained it, she knew that if they stepped out of this door today, they might never return to this town in their entire lives.

For their safety, and in order not to cause further trouble to Karl and the others, they all had to leave this place, as far away as possible.

They left Morrison's house at seven, and in the middle of the march she recognized the way back to her own house.

When she saw the house again, she couldn't help crying again.The police had left, at least at this moment she didn't see anyone else here, and with the tacit approval of Mr. Morrison and Carl, she slipped in like a thief and went straight to the basement: from here she ended up taking three Things, two belonging to her mother and one gift from Todd.

Before leaving here, she took one last look.

This was her sweet home, once.

Mr. Morrison drove them to No. 39 Wiggelson Street, in front of a stately house with exquisite wrought iron railings, white walls and red brick roof.

The blond vampire walked in the front, and Karl guided them into the house.

For its size, this place is really empty, and she doesn't know why they came here.

"This is Edgar's place." Carl just said that, without further explanation or other unnecessary greetings.

She could understand that the pain was draining his spirit, that he was exhausted just trying to control himself.

They came to the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor, and Edgar walked in first.

From their perspective, they could only see that there seemed to be someone inside, and Daisy also noticed deep and shallow marks on the bedpost, as if something had been imprisoned.

"Is it them?"

The man sitting in the shadows spoke, and the voice was still young.

Edgar moved his fingers, "Yes, Eugene, that's them."

Through the light of the candle, they could see the appearance of the speaker clearly.

Judging from the appearance alone, Eugene Gabriel is a tall young man with a dark complexion, silver hair, and a pair of light yellow vertical pupils like a beast, which is impressive, even if the fangs and red eyes are not exposed Man will believe that he is human.

He stood up, his body language exuding a kind of feline grace and ease.

"I will protect them." He narrowed his eyes and looked at the two humans in front of him without any emotion, "Don't worry, this is not the first time I have done this kind of thing, I will arrange everything properly .”

"Excuse me."

Being stared at by those eyes for a long time is really a great mental stress, Mr. Morrison said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Eugene didn't continue to stare at him, but came to Carl's side, lowered his head, "We meet again."

Carl took a step back, avoiding Eugene's hand touching his cheek, and said, not used to it, "...Sorry, but please don't touch me casually."

He definitely didn't hate the vampire's touch, he was just afraid, afraid that he would hurt Edgar's only friend.

Eugene smiled understandingly, as if he had seen through all his worries, "You have grown up."

"Yeah." Carl reluctantly admitted.

The vampire's eyes were full of vicissitudes, "You still can't leave each other in the end."

In the end, Eugene took them out of this place on the grounds that he had something to discuss with the other two people.

"Eugene used to be the main force against Dawn." Edgar sat not far from him because he was still worried about this matter and said softly: "He provided assistance to ordinary people who were involved with vampires and gave them jobs And the new identity, to help them escape from the pursuit of Daybreak. At that time, many of the same race said that he was crazy, and he was willing to abandon his dignity as a dark creature to fight for the interests of mankind, but Eugene told me that if he did not stand up, maybe There will be no one."

Carl forced a smile. "I don't think he's crazy. He's very...remarkable."

It may not be so difficult if it is just to help the dark creatures stay away from the claws of the dawn, but Eugene not only saves the same kind, but is also willing to lend a helping hand to humans.

——Many dark creatures are born to be hostile to humans from the bottom of their hearts.

He remembered this sentence in the book again.

"I'm not worried about that. I'm sure he can protect Daddy and Daisy, but..."

When he couldn't see Edgar, he couldn't help but think of the vampire's tone of voice, the look on his face, and some subconscious little movements.

As if this would help him stabilize himself on the verge of losing control.

But when he actually saw the vampire and was alone with him, he realized that everything was more difficult than he thought.

"What are you going to do with Ignatz?"

Edgar listened to his proposal that day, did not agree, but did not refuse.

Karl can understand his mentality: revenge still has a great temptation for him, but he is also worried about himself, and he is unwilling to use himself as a weapon, or a bet.

"If it is for you, I am willing to become a weapon..."

Before he finished speaking, he was forced to take it back under the eyes of the vampire.

"I don't like it when you say you are a weapon." Edgar lowered his head, "That's why I took you out of there."

Silence fell between them, until Carl broke the silence again, "How much time do we have?"

"Not much, probably." Edgar's blond hair flowed onto his shoulders like moonlight, "If I'm not wrong, Ignatz has gone completely insane. Kill him before taking control, otherwise no one will know what he will do."

Carl asked again unwillingly, "Can I help you? I'm worried about you."

That being said, he also knew that his situation was not optimistic - all the mutations in his body should be related to the fluid injected into his blood vessels that day.

As long as they don't know the specific function of that liquid for a day, the sword of Damocles will hover over their heads forever.

Unknowingly, the candles in the house were about to burn out, and Karl was a little fascinated looking at the cluster of faint flames.

"What did Eugene mean by that sentence?"

Why do you say they can't leave each other in the end?Is there something he doesn't know?

Edgar had an unnatural look on his face, "It's all in the past."

Thing of the past.Karl only vaguely saw the burning lake, countless blooming flowers, the reflection of the castle, and the galloping figure in the afterglow.

He suddenly realized how little he knew about vampires.

Whether it was the betrayal of his fiancée, or the time when he first became a vampire, he wasn't involved.

"Do you still remember what you asked before?" Carl didn't press the question. After sending his father and Daisy away, exhaustion surged up from the depths of his soul in an instant, "I may not be able to leave this small town with you." town."

God knows how happy he was when he heard Edgar say that - even if he didn't know Edgar's past, he could still participate in the vampire's future life.

Even if the vampire's feelings for him are not completely love, he doesn't care.

He seemed to have loved the vampire in front of him since his last life, and he was willing to do anything as long as he could be with her.

"I can hardly contain 'it' just by sitting next to you."

The candles were extinguished and the house was plunged into darkness, but this was not a big deal to them.

Karl pinched himself, and the tentacles and eyes that were about to move in the shadow shrank back again.He believed that Edgar had also noticed what happened to him, otherwise the other party's expression would not be so sad and painful.

"So please, let me do one last thing for you."

——You saved me, please allow me to help you complete your revenge.

Rooney Trivikon hated the small town of Brodica with all his heart.

At this time of year, the average monthly daylight hours are less than 30 hours: the sun never crosses the horizon, and the sky is perpetually dark.In such a dark and dark place, people live extremely depressed, so the suicide rate here has always been very high, and those who have not ended their lives will also rely on alcohol or drugs to varying degrees.

That coward Ronald, he got drug addiction from his brother half a year ago, in order to get money to buy drugs, he took himself to Webster Manor on the outskirts of town.

—No matter how hyped Ronald was, he was skeptical of what he promised.

In his opinion, that boy Morrison was very cunning and probably not telling the truth.But he didn't pour Ronald cold water. He always thought that even if he encountered fierce robbers and homeless people, he would be able to beat them down.

With money, he can leave this desolate and cold town, go to the big city in the south, and start a new life, instead of living in the shadows like a lump of mud.

He did think so.

But the truth was that the things inside Webster Manor were more menacing than they had imagined: not people but vampires, creatures they thought only existed in movies and horror novels.

The vampire didn't kill them immediately, but took them to the abandoned basement and imprisoned them like humans raising poultry—some women and children were imprisoned together.

Living people would be taken away every few days. As there were fewer and fewer people around him, Ronald was obviously driven crazy by the huge mental pressure. No matter what he said, he would just shake his head in horror.

Until one day, the vampires came and took Ronald away. Hearing Ronald's screams and seeing the greedy desire in the vampire's eyes, he knew that it would be his turn soon.

He would do anything to survive.He knelt down and begged, begged the leader of the vampires, begged them not to kill him, as long as they didn't kill him, he could do anything.

"Can you really do anything?" The vampire looked at him sarcastically, "Even if life is worse than death, you still want to live, isn't that right?"

He nodded hastily without understanding the deep meaning of these words. For him at this moment, death is the most terrifying thing.

So he accepted the blood of a vampire and became their kind.

During the initial period of waking up from the coma, he was almost driven crazy by hunger and endless desire, he howled like a wild animal, but no one came to give him blood, except some liquid that would only bring great pain .

Only then did he know that 99% of the (MISSING) vampires in Brodica Town are under the command of Ignatz Dulles, each of them has more or less accepted the man's cruel experiments, Just to be able to survive.

Ignatz would cast a spell on the newborn vampires, inject some mysterious liquid, and then irradiate their skin with ultraviolet light to test their resistance to sunlight.The best result is 3 minutes, and the worst result is that their limbs quickly turn into charcoal.

He could tell that this vampire named Ignatz didn't regard them as the same kind at all, he was a lunatic, and the only thing he cared about was his weird experiment.

Sustained in his day-to-day misery was the desire for vengeance—to revenge on that damned liar, Karl Morrison.

"Good luck."

Before he set off, the vampire who transformed him greeted him with a grin.

He stared at him fiercely, "What's the matter?"

"Don't blame me for not reminding you." He leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Mr. Dulles' beloved daughter died, and we are all guessing that the boy named Morrison did it."

He scoffed at this.

Even in the past, he beat Carl Morrison black and blue more than once, and now he has become a vampire, a more powerful vampire, not to mention the balance of victory and defeat.

It was eight o'clock in the evening on December 12th, and he was banging on the door of Morrison's house, even smashing it down, but that coward Carl Morrison would not come out.

"Carl Morrison, I know you're still here, open the door, we need to talk!"

To ensure success, he cut the telephone line at Morrison's house beforehand.

—The person he was looking for must still be here.

There was light from the windows on the second floor, and Rooney let out a pooh, feeling again how inconvenient it was to be a dark creature.

As long as the master does not speak, they will never be able to break into the house.

"Coward, coward," he cursed, glancing at a parked car out of the corner of his eye.

car?He took another look, and a brilliant idea came to his mind.

He came back a few minutes later with a half jug of petrol, poured it over the Morrisons house with great care, and took a box of matches from his pocket.

The flames spread along the traces left by the gasoline, and he watched with pleasure as the house in front of him was swallowed up by the flames little by little.

Before long, his prey will leave this seemingly safe cage by itself.

In the dark alley, the male vampire hugged his prey tonight, and pressed his cold lips to it calmly.

"Aren't you going to the hotel?"

The woman moved her body uncomfortably, and she didn't know why she came out with this man. Maybe it was because he had some kind of special charm that made her leave with him involuntarily.

"Looks like it's going to snow again..." because the edge of the cloud is red like a blood-soaked cotton ball.

As the fangs pierced the skin, her voice gradually became quieter, and a fascinated look appeared on her face.

The male vampire's eyes turned red uncontrollably, gulping and swallowing the woman's warm blood.

Another good night full of food.

Blame it on those goddamn witchers who roamed the town killing every vampire they saw, and he hadn't eaten in ages to avoid the limelight.

As a rare meal, he certainly wouldn't kill this woman. After he finished sucking the blood, he would put her in a proper place, and then he could follow the trail to find her next time.

He thought very well, but he didn't know that bad luck had already come to his head.

Shadows spread along the dirty stone walls, and countless eyes opened and closed silently, like twinkling stars.

When he finally sucked up the blood and was about to let go of the woman who had fallen into a coma due to blood loss, he realized in horror that he couldn't move.

He moved his eyeballs, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw tiny tentacles wrapped around his arms and legs, which tended to spread towards his neck and chest.

"This... what is this..." The moment he opened his mouth to speak, the tentacles that were waiting for this opportunity jumped up and burrowed into his mouth.

The vampire watched in horror as the tentacles poured into his mouth and down his throat until they filled his entire abdominal cavity.

He whimpered and shook his head, but soon, there was a tooth-piercing clicking sound.

Knowing what it was, he wanted to scream and run away, but he could only watch in despair as he was gnawed to the bone.

Silence spread in the alley. At the end of his life, the vampire finally saw the face of death: a tall and thin boy with an iconic face. It's no different from ordinary people.

With a bang, the unconscious woman fell to the ground.

When the male vampire was completely swallowed by the shadow, Karl said something in a low voice, and it took a few seconds for the manic shadow to shrink back into his body reluctantly.

Not far away, the blond-haired vampire stood under a street lamp. Because his head was down, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. He could barely see that his eyes were blood-red.

"Are you ready?" he began to speak. "May I come in?"

"Wait a little longer." Carl's voice was very hoarse, "Wait a little longer."

He leaned against the stone wall, breathing heavily, as if it would make him feel better.

The elongated shadow under the feet presents a distorted human shape, with irregular edges dancing, as if something is breaking free from its shackles.

"I remember you didn't swallow your prey in the first place."

Edgar didn't come in, but just stood at the entrance of the alley, quietly watching the scene inside.

Like Todd, he was just burned to the ground.

"I don't know," Carl hissed, covering one eye, "I'm so hungry, I'm going crazy with the feeling."

He could feel that his strength was multiplying.

It was as if an invisible hand was guiding out all the terrifying power residing in his soul little by little, making him a veritable special weapon against dark creatures.

On his other hand, a black flame ignited at the fingertips, "You mean this?" The flame looked so faint that it would go out if the wind blew, but they both knew it was just an illusion.

Once it touches the body of a dark creature, it will spread rapidly until it burns the opponent completely.

He clenched his fists and extinguished the cluster of tiny flames in his palm, "I don't know...how many secrets I don't know about my body, but each of them is enough to kill a vampire, there is no doubt about it of."

After a while, maybe the act of eating pleased the shadows, and he finally didn't feel so bad.

"Edgar, I know you want to protect me." He cleared his throat, "But...why? If it's just for the years underground, you probably don't owe me anything."

The blond vampire was on the light side, "because..." he said bitterly, "because of something you might have forgotten."

He still wanted to say something, but the fire not far away illuminated his sight.

"It's the direction of your home."

This was the first time Karl walked the streets of Brodica as a non-human creature.

Because of the awakening of power, his senses became extremely sharp.Whether he likes it or not, he can hear the hissing panting of the dark creatures lurking in the shadows, smell the faint blood in the wind and that special smell, like coal tar or camphor.

On the other hand, those vigilant creatures sensed the danger approaching. Even if they couldn't distinguish what kind of threat it was, they immediately stopped making noises and tried to reduce their sense of presence. They didn't move until they walked a long way away.

This is the other side of the town, which belongs to all the inhuman creatures born in the darkness, seemingly quiet but with danger lurking everywhere.

"It's so strange." Carl looked back at the alley they left behind in confusion. Before leaving, Edgar woke up the unfortunate woman, falsified her memory and made her fall into a deep sleep.

About three or ten minutes later she would wake up, not remembering everything that happened tonight, and get out of here and go home quickly.

The vampire who was walking in front of him stopped, "What's wrong?"

His eyes remained blood-like red, and his fangs were pressed against his lips, just like the monsters described in the novel—even if his intentions were not like this, he still reacted automatically to the alertness of danger in his nature.

As the source of danger, Karl stretched out his hand, and tiny ice crystals fell on the palm of his hand, which did not melt for a long time.

"I actually feel kind."

The quiet town in the night tour, and the pervasive atmosphere of dark creatures, he naturally blended into it, and felt that everything was very familiar, as if he had experienced it more than once in the past.

"Let's go." Edgar didn't answer his question, but refocused his eyes on the black smoke like a python in the sky, "I have some bad premonitions."

They picked up speed and rushed in that direction.

The curtain of the night was torn apart by the flames soaring into the sky. Even at such a distance, Karl could recognize it as his home at a glance.

The rolling heat wave brought by the wind made him breathless for a moment.

The wood was crackling, and through the window he could even see the tongue of flame licking the photo on the wall, burning the ropes attached to it, and the photo frame fell to the floor, which was also blazing.

He and his mother were engulfed by the fire and could never be seen again.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, the night was shining red, and it was about to spread to other nearby houses, but the whole town was as quiet as dead, there was no alarm, no neighbors screaming, no one even thought of calling the police , just let it burn silently.

As if possessed, Karl stepped forward step by step, and just before he was about to enter the fire scene, a figure flashed from the other side and stopped in front of him.

"Finally let me find you."

Rooney was a big, muscular man. He grabbed Carl by the arm and pulled him aside hard.

Carl was caught off guard by him and nearly fell.When he finally recovered, he raised his head and saw a face with distorted features.

"Rooney?" Rooney Trivecon.

The person whose name was called by him curled his lips and put on a ferocious smile, "Carl Morrison, finally let me find you."

Carl acted as if he didn't hear what he said, "Are you still alive? Did you do this?"

The fire was still going on, and people outside couldn't see what happened inside. They could only speculate on the fire by the loud noises and explosions.

"Did you do it?"

If Rooney still had some sense at the moment, he could definitely hear his tone was quite cold, with contempt and hostility hidden in it.

Rooney's eyes glowed a dark green, and Carl stared at the dark green like he saw another guy he had never seen before.

"Ignatz," he called the name for the first time, "you can see that, right?"

Rooney, who didn't know what he was talking about, frowned. If it weren't for the fact that the vampires had no blood, his cheeks would turn red with anger.

"What the hell are you talking about..." He rolled his eyes, "How do you know Mr. Dulles?"

The firelight reflected on them, and Carl couldn't help but close his eyes—it was so hot that it seemed to dry out all the moisture in his body.

The broken picture flashed in his mind: the blood-colored moon, a huge magic circle, men and women in linen robes and hoods surrounding the magic circle, evil forces rising from the ground.

Burning heat, pain, anger, hatred... He shook his head, drove these images out, and focused on the vampire in front of him.

"Give old John a penny."

Karl had heard this phrase more than once.

Todd, and the female vampire... they all said that.

The first time he thought it was just a joke, but the second time he heard it, no matter how dull people should understand.

This is proof that some vampire lurking in the shadows is watching them.

"Can you hear me?"

Edgar was not far from him.

"Stop shouting, I can hear you. Carl Morrison, the last experiment of the dawn, the false god of the night, I can hear you. By the way, Edgar Fogelsang is with you?"

Rooney's eyes lost their luster in an instant, and were as green as a piece of inorganic glass.

At the same time the tone of his speech changed—polite at first, but wrapped in hysterical madness.

"Let the traitor bleed." Rooney mechanically raised his hand and grabbed Carl's throat. "Let the traitor Edgar bleed, starting with you."

His fingers became tighter and tighter.

"bleed."

Blood spurted out in response.

Black blood spattered Karl's head and face, but his expression didn't change at all.

Rooney came back to his senses, subconsciously lowered his head to face the hole in his chest, and didn't realize what happened for a while.

His heart is gone.

"you……"

He was about to ask what the other party had done when he saw tentacles rising from the ground, and wanted to back away in horror.

Countless tiny tentacles formed into a ball, holding a ball of black carrion in the middle.

The end of the tentacles opened, revealing sharp and small teeth, bit by bit it was torn apart for food.

"It's... a monster." He met Carl's eyes, "You're a monster."

Realizing that he couldn't survive, he put aside his worries and started cursing the other party with unimaginable swear words.

"You son of a bitch..." Before he finished speaking, the tentacles entered his mouth.

"I'm a monster, so what are you?" Carl's voice finally had some emotional fluctuations. He stared at Rooney, who was already a vampire, with hatred. "My mother died, because of you, she died."

If he hadn't left the classroom that day and been caught by Ronald and Rooney, wouldn't his mother have died?

He, Ronald and Rooney, all three of them are murderers.

All three of them should...

"Enough, Carl."

Edgar, who has been silently watching everything tonight, spoke to stop for the first time.

"Shut him up."

Carl glanced at him, then nodded slowly, "Okay."

"Do you want to eat this?" Edgar pointed to Rooney's body, "He looks like he's dying."

Rooney, who was still conscious, heard their conversation and resisted frantically.

Carl frowned in disgust.

Even for Rooney, it is a completely different feeling to treat people he once knew as food and those strange vampires.

As if he could sense the resistance in his heart, the tumultuous tentacles immediately turned around and aimed at the blond vampire beside him.

For this move, Karl, who knew that they were demonstrating to him, sank.

——Whether it’s this one or that one, it’s up to you to choose.

He covered his mouth and retched, knowing the tentacles of his final choice twisted wildly and let out a small laugh.

Rooney's eyes widened, looking at these tentacles wrapped around his body, trying to curse could only make the tentacles penetrate deeper.

When his whole body was covered, only half of his blood-stained red eyeball was exposed—full of bottomless fear and despair.

The fire had completely surrounded the entire house, and their figures were so tiny under the shadow of the sea of ​​fire.

Thick smoke obscured the moon and stars, and the whole town seemed dead quiet.

Unable to resist the hunger, Karl finally let the shadow swallow the vampire's body bit by bit, just like any time in the past, eating flesh, internal organs, and bones.

This is no ordinary vampire, but a transformed vampire by his former classmates.

When the last bit of blood that flowed onto the mud was licked away, Karl finally retched uncontrollably.

During this period of time, he hardly ate human food, so no matter how he vomited, he could only spit out sour gastric juice.

After a long time, someone hugged him from behind. He tried to struggle twice, but he didn't use any strength because he was afraid of hurting the other party.

"Don't come near me." His tone was unusually weak.

The satiation after eating and the anxiety of being approached by the vampire wove into a rope around his neck, which became tighter and tighter until he couldn't breathe at all.

"But it will make you feel better."

Edgar put his cheek against his neck and said softly, "Relax and get used to it slowly."

The vampire's body has no temperature, like a piece of ice suddenly approaching.

He raised his hand hesitantly and put it on the back of Edgar's hand, and then tears burst out suddenly.

"Don't cry." Because he couldn't see the expression, the vampire's voice was quite gentle, "This time I'll come by your side instead."

All along, he believed that it was impossible for Edgar to respond to his feelings, and even if he did, it was due to other emotions. Only this time, he felt shaken.

"What are you going to do with Ignatz?" He wiped away tears. "Just looking at it that way, he's a tough guy to deal with."

Colluding with politicians, turning the whole town into a dead city of the undead, while hiding in the darkest corner, conducting brutal experiments.

"We only have one chance. If we fail, he will definitely escape again."