1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

I know it is you.

"That's all there is?"

Ignatz looked critically at the shivering boy in front of him.

"Yes, that's all we could find."

The vampire who led him here replied in fear.

A few days ago, he received such an order: find those blue-eyed, black-haired boys as much as possible to live.Even though he felt inexplicable, the years of working under the other party had taught him never to ask unnecessary questions.

These boys are all black-haired and blue-eyed, with blue irises that stand out against the dark hair.

"It's too mediocre as a container." Ignatz pulled the chin of one of the boys, took a closer look, and finally came to such a conclusion.

What Pegg said gave him a very good inspiration: that is, he could find a suitable soul container for his teacher.

As long as the soul is properly preserved, even if the container is damaged, there will be another one—he has always been obsessed with the eternal life of the body, ignoring such a convenient method.

The boy was paralyzed with fear, and could only let the vampire handle him as if he were an animal for sale.

Suddenly, there was a smell of urine in the air. Ignatz lowered his head and saw a certain boy's wet crotch and that distorted expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Inferior species." The vampire pushed the boy away in disgust, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hands as if he had touched something dirty.

Realizing that the other party might be angry, the vampire approached obsequiously, wanting to win something for himself, "Master, you..."

But Ignatz seemed to have not noticed this side, a rare flash of panic flashed in his eyes.

Something had happened to the eyeliner he had left on Barceló Street—he could see nothing but darkness through Melinda Croft's eyes, and that could only mean one thing, that there was something wrong with him. The controlling guy broke into his forbidden area.

Although he knew that he had put the most vicious spell on that door to punish those bastards who dared to break in, he did not forget that all his knowledge came from the man who was imprisoned.

After being imprisoned for hundreds of years, aging so close to death, does he still have the strength to cast spells?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, and he didn't even bother to check the group of candidate containers in front of him to confirm whether their aptitude could hold the soul of a great spellcaster.

"Do with them as you like." His body quickly turned into a piece of ashes and floated out through the gap in the window, "The next time I see them again, you'd better have taught them the etiquette to face important people .”

He had to go back to the complex underground labyrinth on Barcelo Avenue quickly to find out what happened there, otherwise something terrible would happen.

For the first time in hundreds of years, he felt fear in his bones.

Near Barcelo Avenue, the ashes and mid-air condensed into a tall human figure, and Ignatz straightened his clothes before walking in.

Sensing the master's aura, the vampires who were still drunk a moment ago fled into the darkness in panic, fearing that they might do something wrong and become unlucky victims.

Ignatz, who had no time to care about these trifles at all, strode across the hall and saw the unconscious Melinda Croft at the corner of the corridor.

He recognized the magic wave remaining in the air—even after so many years, he was still like the little vampire who surrendered at the man's feet and kissed his boots, sincerely afraid of his strength.

In the dark room, dim spell flames illuminated their faces.

It wasn't that rotting mass of rotten flesh, but a dark-haired man with a vicious and cold heart.

The black-haired man was sitting in the coffin, the scene was gloomy but with cruel beauty.

Ignatz glanced at the empty glass beside him and knew what had happened—as long as he drank that weird liquid, even a person who was too old to be human would regain his youth in a short time.

But this is not the wine of heaven, this is the poison that consumes what little life he has left.

"You've seen him, haven't you?" He paced back and forth, mocking himself, "That traitor, Edgar Fogelsang, he finally found you in order to ask for your help."

"It was you who helped him come in here." He stopped abruptly, glaring at the silent man, "If it weren't for you, this damned traitor would have been burned to ashes! Look what you did What, do you want to destroy all your hope of living!?"

Ignatz raised his hand and grabbed the man's neck.

"You betrayed me!" He shouted in despair, as if those despicable persecutions and tortures never existed, and they were really a couple in love, "You betrayed my love!"

The man stared at him without any emotion from the beginning to the end.

His blue eyes are like two glass balls, on which the frantic and frantic appearance of a vampire is faithfully reflected.

As a human being, the man's neck is so slender and fragile, his pulse beats feebly under the vampire's pincer-like fingers, as long as he exerts force, he can cut it off.

Ignatz let go of his hand weakly - in just a short while, his fingers left a purple-red handprint on the man's neck.

He realized that no matter what he had done in these hundreds of years, he was on his knees before this man.

He couldn't forget the scene when he saw this man for the first time: the afterglow of dusk in the sky was like fresh blood, waterwheels, pastures, and gurgling streams. He stopped a human spellcaster who was on the way and asked him if he could You cannot take yourself as an apprentice.

"I'm very capable, as long as you teach me once, I won't go wrong again."

The human caster raised his hood, revealing a fairly handsome face—if he smiled, he might be able to charm all the girls in the village, but Ignatz thinks that a man's frown is just as damn sexy .

He knelt respectfully before the robed human spellcaster.

"I will do any job, if you will take me in."

"I still need an apprentice." Just when he thought he was going to be rejected, the man spoke.

His voice is a little hoarse, but still nice.

Staring at the handprint on the man's neck, Ignatz took two steps back.

Driven by rage, he almost killed him.What did he do?

"Come here, my student."

To his surprise, for the first time in hundreds of years, his teacher beckoned to him.

Even though a corner of his heart was loudly warning that this might be a trap, Ignatz still walked towards him involuntarily.

"Did you call me?"

"Yes, I am calling you, my student."

Weak arms wrapped around his neck.Ignatz felt like he couldn't breathe—vampires don't need to breathe.

With bloodless, almost transparent skin and pale lips, he looks like a succubus from the abyss.

Vampires don't have a heartbeat, but Ignatz felt his heart beating violently, almost in pain.

pain?He lowered his head and stared at the tip of the knife protruding from his chest, as if he couldn't understand what happened.

The silver-plated short knife was inserted through the vest, and the burning pain spread from the knife edge.

Ignatz didn't need to look back to know who was holding the knife handle——Edgar Fogelsang, his former partner and the traitor who betrayed him.

"Is that what you mean?" His eyes locked on the black-haired man's face. "Is that what you mean? You chose him just to kill me?"

The man in his arms was terribly weak, even if he was seriously injured, he could easily kill him.

But he didn't want to do that at all.

He wanted to kiss his lips, but Edgar ruthlessly spun the dagger half a circle, completely crushing his heart that had long stopped beating.

——Even a powerful vampire like him, facing the double blow of a destroyed heart and a silverware, could hardly escape the shadow of death.

He wants to say a spell.He didn't want to hurt the man in front of him, but that didn't mean he wouldn't hurt the traitor who betrayed him.

No sooner had he finished the first syllable than he realized he couldn't make a sound.

"Is that you?"

Every spellcaster knows how to control his apprentice, and his teacher is no exception.

He remembered the days when he had been punished for his mistakes - unable to cast spells, unable to speak.

He had been guarding against this for hundreds of years, but now he couldn't bring himself to stop his teacher.

"Will you accompany me in hell?" His voice suddenly appeared in the man's mind.

Even though the forced casting of spells consumed all his remaining physical strength, his teacher was still so cold that he didn't even frown.

"Vampires have no souls."

"Really?" Ignatz spat out black blood, and continued to "talk" in his own way.

"How long have you been planning? I was deceived by you."

"A long time, you can't imagine how long."

Seeing the death of his former student, the man finally had something similar to pity in his eyes.

"The thing I regret the most is agreeing to teach you. If I were given a chance to go back to the past, I would never choose you to be my apprentice again."

Hearing that the other party bluntly said that he regretted it, Ignatz laughed wildly, "But I don't regret it."

"Do it."

The man showed a bored expression, "Let him stay away from me,"

Edgar grabbed his shoulders and pulled his body away from the man.

Ignatz, who was unwilling to leave his dear teacher like this, stretched out his hand, but the hand still fell powerlessly in the end.

His green eyes had been fixed on the tall, dark-haired man, as they had been the day they first met.

"Come to hell...accompany me..."

Ignatz, heartless, lay in a black pool of blood, burned by unseen flames until he was reduced to ashes.

This is how he ended up.

When Edgar walked out with the naked black-haired man in his arms, the vampires in the underground did not dare to approach.

Because of their blood connection, they had already sensed the death of their master——in the face of Edgar who killed their master, they were instinctively afraid, and they almost knelt on the spot and begged for his forgiveness.

"How does revenge taste?"

Ray Hope was as light as a leaf, and Edgar could lift him with one hand.

In order not to make his posture too ugly, the vampire took off his coat and handed it to him.He took it, barely put on the sleeves and had already reached the limit of his physical strength, but at this moment, his expression was no longer as cold as before, and became much more human.

"Tell me, it's been a long time since I've had a good conversation with anyone. Just as a poor soul is asking you at the end of his life, will you, Mr. Fogelsand?"

Edgar did not expect that, as a bargaining chip in exchange for helping him kill Ignatz Dulles, the request he made was so simple.

—I want to see the outside world again.

"To be honest, I don't have much emotion." Edgar thought for a long time, and finally came to such a conclusion.

He was resold as goods, and Li Xiao was used as a precious experimental subject to carry out inhumane experiments. At that time, the anger of revenge burned his heart all the time, but when he really completed his revenge, he found that the things in the past were no longer important.

"why?"

Near the exit, the air starts to flow.Ray closed his eyes, feeling the cold breeze on his skin, causing him to shudder.

"Probably because I have more important things to do." Edgar didn't specify what it was, but the faint smile on his lips betrayed his heart.

When he goes back, he will be able to discuss the matter of leaving this town - both Daisy and Mr. Morrison will live a new life under Eugene's arrangement, and only he and Carl will embark on the journey.

He wanted to tell Carl that there is still time in the future, and the life of a vampire is endless.

Just by leaving, they will be able to find a solution together.

Lei didn't continue to ask, because he had already attracted all his attention by the scene in front of him.

"I can't even remember what it was like the last time I saw the real night sky."

Anyone who lives in Brodica will think that this is a very common scene: no stars can be seen in the dark sky, the flocculent gray altocumulus clouds are dull red, and the street lamps are like floating on a cold river Dandelion.But for Ray, this is the first time in hundreds of years that he has been outside the world.

The harsh winter quickly took away his little body temperature, but he stared fixedly at the flickering lights in the distance as if he couldn't feel the cold.

Tears suddenly welled up in his eyes and condensed into tiny ice crystals, "Only in this way can I feel that I am still alive."

And in the safe house that Ignatz built for him, there was only darkness and time that never flowed, and he felt that he was rotting, rotting with his soul.

"You..." Sensing the changes in his body, Edgar wanted to speak, but couldn't think of what to say.

"do not speak."

The false youth was leaving him, and in a blink of an eye, he had changed back to his inhuman appearance.

His teeth fell out one by one, his hair fell out, and he was like a bag of flour hanging on his bones.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust." His voice was hoarse and old, like the wind blowing through dead leaves, "I should have died a long time ago."

Knowing that this was the other party's choice, Edgar didn't say a word.

Human life has always been extremely fragile, and aliens like him who have been forced to last for hundreds of years are no exception.

"If I wanted to live forever, I would have accepted the first embrace of the vampire - but I didn't because I didn't want to. I longed for death, every day."

"Actually, I once loved someone." Lei's voice gradually weakened, and the wrinkled skin began to crack, piece by piece, "He was my best friend, probably so, because he was the only one in the village at that time. I am willing to be friends with the eccentric me. Then one day, he caught the epidemic, and it seemed that he was about to die. In order to save him, I specially prepared a potion and sent it to his home, but his mother threw it away. I It is understandable that I am a devil and a heretic in their eyes, and it is fine that they did not send me to the stake. On the day he died, I decided to leave the village and continue my research elsewhere."

They all knew what happened afterwards.

He became a well-known alchemist and spellcaster, and was found by a vampire in the dark at dusk when the sunset was burning.

"I've always wanted to see my friend again, but I realized that I don't remember what he looked like. What about you? Did you love anyone?"

Even though he knew that he would not be able to hear him even if he answered, Edgar still said the answer that he had not changed for thousands of years.

"When I was a child, I met a real angel—not a beautiful creature in human religious fantasies, he was not good-looking at all by human standards, and he could even be called weird. He was immersed in the memories of that time again, "I later learned that he is a creature from another dimension, and he can only come to our world five days every ten years. I was 11 years old when I saw him for the first time, I am the eldest son of a noble family. The second time, I was 21 years old, and I had already inherited my father's position... I can't remember what happened next. It must have been more than 200 years. We continued to see each other like this until one day, I found that he did not come to me as usual."

Did he encounter some misfortune?That was the vampire's first thought.He never wondered if he was dead.

"I have to find him, I have to find him."

Even if he fell because of despair in the middle, he still didn't give up in the end.

Lei's eyes seemed to ask if you found it.

Edgar lowered his head, "Thanks to your student, I found him, I finally found him."

Black flames emerged from Karl's body, and Husserl couldn't help but take a step back.

Husserl drew a safe distance, took out a gadget that looked no different from a lighter from his pocket, then activated it, and propped up a small magic circle in front of his body to ensure that the weird flame would not burn himself.

After doing all this, he looked directly at Carl's presence again, trying to force him to be quiet with the weird beeping of the whistle.

——Their plan is only one step away from success, and it is absolutely impossible to fail in this place.

In order to complete this crazy plan, they risked everything, and even the most outstanding Ravenna of this generation was sacrificed as a tool.

"Good boy..." He blew the silver whistle again and again, as if trying to tame a pigeon, "Calm down, don't react so much."

Soon he noticed that the flames were not flowing in the right direction: if they were intended to hurt him, the flames should spread outward, but at this moment, the flames were almost completely concentrated on him alone.

As if to burn his own deformed artificial soul to ashes.

"Hey, it's not really what I think, is it?" He muttered to himself, "How is it possible?"

At this point in the matter, he finally realized that he might have gone too far.

The opponent's loss of control is self-destructive, and this is precisely the most troublesome.

After all, their lives can be spared, as long as the boy in front of him can be brought back, the task will be considered complete.

"You are like this..." You will even die if you do this.He wanted to exhort the other party like this, but felt unable to say it.

He was only good at destroying the spirit of his prey with words, and he didn't know how to pull a person back from the brink of collapse.

What's more, the young man in front of him has completely lost his mind and can't hear his words at all.

"Calm down, let's talk, how about it?"

He took a step closer, and when the flames were about to spread to himself, he quickly backed away.

The only thing that can be thankful is that because it is in the virtual sandbox, people outside will not be disturbed, and he still has time to deal with all of this.

Holding the mentality of trying to see him, he stuffed the whistle into his mouth again and played it vigorously.

The sharp and noisy sound almost tore his eardrums, but the young man surrounded by flames remained indifferent.

Carl turned his face up, facing the gray sky.

The bright yellow eyeballs in the shadows frantically opened and closed, and countless tentacles danced aimlessly.

On his back, the huge sarcoid was about to open, spreading out those pitch-black wings.

At the moment when Husserl was at a loss, Karl finally made a move.

He turned around and walked towards a certain direction step by step. With every step, the flames would spread to that place and swallow everything silently.

"What are you doing?"

Husserl maintained the magic circle, carefully avoided the flames and followed.

"you……"

Carl continued walking as if he hadn't heard anything.

As he moved further and further away from the initial position, Husserl's heart sank a little bit—he was already approaching the border of the sandbox.

If he was allowed to break into the outside world out of control like this, it might attract the attention of the vampires around him.

Without Ravenna, he didn't want to be an enemy of a powerful vampire.

While he was so nervous, Carl raised his hand and pressed it against the transparent wall.

His expression was extremely bewildered, like pain, but also like sincere joy.

"Is that you?" he began to speak.

This time it is human language.

"who are you talking to?"

Husserl could see that he was not talking to himself, and immediately became alert.

Logically speaking, this sandbox should be able to completely cut off the perception of the breath from the outside to the inside, and vice versa, this should not happen.

"Is it you?"

When there was no answer, Karl repeated his question tirelessly.

He still could only see the burning frame in the dusk, and the man engulfed in flames.

The flames climbed along his skin, finally resting on the formless wall - the wall was burned by the flames, and gradually revealed the outline of the other hand.

"Are you all right?"

The moment he returned to Wiggerson Street, Edgar realized some kind of crisis.

In the past few hundred years, this is the third time he has felt this way: the first time was when he was still a human being, betrayed by his fiancée and illegitimate brother, his best friend fought to protect him, and he desperately When he returned to the territory, what awaited him was a heresy trial, a wet dungeon, and a fire rack; the second time was one evening after he broke with Ignatz, he returned from hunting, and noticed someone outside the house. Before he could escape, he was caught and delivered to those greedy ranger hunters.He knew that there must be something that couldn't be worse.

But from what he saw, the streets were quiet, and the street lamps glowed orange peacefully, not much different from usual.

As he got closer, he noticed that the door to 39 was open, as if something had come or gone in his absence.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes and noticed that wisps of fine gray mist gathered into a stream and flowed somewhere.

Knowing that this should be the key to the problem, Edgar followed the trajectory of the fog, stepped forward step by step, and was brought to the center of the street again.

At this place, he raised his hand, as if touching an invisible wall, and stopped moving forward.

And those gray mist are slowly gathering in this place, like a vortex.

"Carl, are you here?"

All perceptions are blocked by this invisible barrier, except one.

——The blood-sucking behavior using fangs will form a mysterious connection between the vampire and its prey, sometimes it is a spiritual connection, sometimes distance perception, and sometimes dream empathy, as if the vampire has obtained a small piece of it through this behavior. The human soul is like that.

Through the blood connection, Edgar could feel that Carl Morrison was in this place.

"what should I do?"

He stood on the deserted street, whispering to another unknown space.

"can you hear my voice?"

In terms of talent in magic, most vampires are not as good as humans, and it is unlikely that a heterogeneous species like Ignatz will appear in hundreds of years.

Vampires have their special talents and skills, and none of them can solve the situation at hand - Edgar recalled what he had learned from green-eyed vampires, but most of them were used to hurt others, so he could only use All hopes are pinned on the vague connection between himself and Karl.

Just when he was at a loss, he found that the temperatureless black flame was slowly passing to his fingertips, just like that bloody snowy night a long time ago.

That's when Karl first awakened to his powers, but couldn't control himself well enough to nearly hurt him.

"Carl, I'm here."

In response, black feathers shining with metallic luster fluttered to his feet. Seeing this, he knew that Karl must be by his side, even if he couldn't see him, he was still here.

The black flames had covered his palms from his fingertips, and even continued to spread upwards.

There was no pain, nor the imaginary scorching heat, they quietly wrapped his entire arm in it.

It was obviously a terrible thing, but the vampire didn't even frown.

He still remembered that it was the same at that time. He was tied to the stake with his body covered in bruises, cursing all the gods he could curse, hoping that they would bring down the punishment for that despicable man and woman.

Just as the flames were about to engulf him, heavy rain fell from the sky and extinguished the flames.

There was a cry of panic from the crowd, and among them, he saw a real angel—not a beautiful creature described in the Bible. He had the strange shape of a bird, a shrill cry, and wings wide enough to cover everything.

Huge white wings enveloped him, trying to heal the horrific burns on his body.

He saw his own reflection in those eyes, and for some reason, he felt relieved.

The sandbox was melting, and through the tiny gap, the vampire saw another person's palm, which fit tightly with his own.

It was Karl, or rather the angel who had saved him from the pain of despair and betrayal.

"Are you all right?"

The black flames have almost covered the heart.

Edgar shook his head, "I'm fine."

Even if he's about to burn out.

In the evening bells, he had already found the right person.

Carl looked at him blankly.

Even if he didn't know what happened, the vampire knew he was out of control again.

"You have saved me."

The vampire's voice was sad.

"Just like you used to do."

"This time it's my turn."

The vampire stretched out his arms, passed through the barrier, and held Karl in his arms.

The sandbox is teetering on the edge.

Carl struggled twice, but finally refused to push him away.

The flames completely surrounded them.

Both of them are in hell, and neither can get out.

"I love you."

Black tears welled up from the vampire's eyes.

—I love you, always have loved you.For you I can even give my life, everything I have belongs to you.

Following his words, the flame receded like a tide.

Carl's eyes cleared again.

"I almost..." He almost hurt Edgar again.

"It doesn't matter." The vampire interrupted his self-blaming words, "Without you, I would have died long ago."

"Have you seen the past?"

"I..." Carl wanted to say he saw it.

Memories of the past are returning to his mind with the attunement of soul and body.

But they couldn't continue their conversation on this issue, because Husserl approached again seeing that the crisis of losing control had been lifted.

"Aren't you a little too self-conscious?"

Holding the magic circle in his hand, Husserl looked at them dangerously, "Edgar Fogelsang?" With a pistol in his other hand, he aimed at Karl first, and then turned to the vampire, "Would you rather You better not act rashly, or I will shoot."

"shot?"

Passing over Karl, Edgar looked at Husserl behind him, his eyes instantly became dangerous.

"Yes." Husserl didn't talk nonsense to him, "Let go of that boy, get out, or I'll shoot. You don't want to feel like a silver bullet, do you?"

He put away the magic circle, stuffed the silver whistle into his mouth again and blew it.

The sharp and strange sound came into Carl's mind, his expression was shaken for a moment, and then he raised his hands to hug his head, trying to resist the enchanting voice.

As if shaken by Husserl's threat, Edgar let go of Carl's arm and raised it up in a gesture of near-surrender—if you ignore his squirming lips.

From the beginning to the end Edgar never cut off the connection with Husserl.

Pleased by his gesture, Husserl smiled with satisfaction.

"Yes, that's it..." His gun was still pointed at Edgar's head, "Get out of the way!"

Husserl, who had no idea that the god of death was approaching, wanted to touch Karl's body, but...he wanted to say something, but he didn't realize what it was when he tasted the fishy smell in his throat.

"Daisy Willard, died of massive blood loss from a ruptured internal organ."

After reciting the entire incantation, Edgar looked at Husserl without emotion: the blood was continuously gushing from his nostrils, mouth and ears, making him look like he was fished out of a pool of blood. Same.

This is one of the countless spells he got from Ignatz. Although it can't break the barrier of the sandbox, it has a weird fit here.

—Pay back the blood that Daisy Willard shed.

The gray mist gradually dissipated.

"It's painful, isn't it?" The smell of blood made Edgar's pupils turn red again, "You will lose all your blood—the spell won't stop until the last drop of blood is drained."

For the first time he felt grateful for Ignatz's cruelty.

Husserl smiled wryly as he stared at the pieces of guts he had spit out.

Because of the blood all over his body, this smile is more terrifying than the evil ghost crawling out of hell.

He watched helplessly as the silver whistle fell into a pool of blood but was unable to pick it up again.

Because he has been engaged in torture work all year round and is very clear about the limits of human beings, he knows that it is no longer possible for him to defeat the vampire in front of him.

He will die, a miserable death.

—if only Ravenna was still alive.

Such a hypothesis flashed through his mind, and he smiled self-deprecatingly.

After all, he still relied too much on the secrecy of the virtual sandbox.

Facing the dark creatures, he is nothing without Ravenna.

"Do you think you won?" Because of the severe pain, he could no longer support the weight of his body, and fell into a pool of blood, barely looking up at the ruthless face of the vampire and Karl who was being pulled by him from the corner of his eye, "You too, You monster."

He almost choked on blood, "Don't think that the conversion is complete...he is no longer dangerous. He will still lose control, you...will die at his hands sooner or later."

Edgar squatted down, "That's my choice too." He didn't crush Husserl's heart, but just removed his jaw, so that he couldn't say any more vicious words.

"you……"

The sandbox is almost completely broken, and Hussle is lying in a pool of blood.

Edgar reached out to Karl again.

"Would you like to leave this town with me?"

Seeing that Karl was still worried about what Husserl said, Edgar smiled rarely.

The scene in front of me gradually overlapped with that night at Webster Manor.

Moonlight blond hair, red eyes, and looming sharp fangs, all the inhuman qualities made him full of enchanting beauty.

"Just tell me if you want it or not."

——Even if things are really irreparable one day, but before that, we can find a solution together.

"I want to hear the truth, which is what you really think."

Vampires are born liars. Thinking of what the other party had warned him countless times, Karl asked, "Did you lie to me?"

"I swear, everything I do is from the heart."

Edgar still reached out to him firmly, "I finally found you."

"I know."

Carl hesitated for a moment, "I want to be with you."

He took Edgar's hand.

"This is what I really mean."