1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

The hunter lurks in the depths of the reeds, holds up his shotgun, and forms a straight line between the three points.

"I'm stuffed."

The dining table in Willard's house was dead, and Daisy Willard pushed away the plate in front of her and stood up, completely ignoring that there was more than half of the food left in it.

"Daisy, where are you going?" Her father, Hangel Willard, a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion looked up, "Outside...it's not safe outside, who knows that such a tragedy will happen again There will be no repeat..."

"Don't talk about Dad, I have to go." Daisy Willard interrupted him softly.It's not that she should or needs to, but that she has to go.

She was dressed in black today, with her hair pulled up, looking solemn and solemn, "Carl's mother passed away, and I have to comfort him."

The morning news was playing on the TV.It can be seen that the police have considered blocking the news, but... what happened on that snowy night two days ago was so horrifying that even the media from neighboring towns rushed over like hyenas smelling carrion, wanting to film something Something out of the ordinary is put on their headlines as a gimmick, attracting more curiosity-seeking viewers.Daisy stepped forward to turn off the TV with some annoyance - even she could see that the media who were so excited didn't really care about the truth and the grief of those who were left behind.

Two nights ago, which was an unusual night, the town police station received a call saying that a monster had appeared in the town hospital.The policeman who was left on duty drank some wine to warm up that night-Brodica is such a peaceful and lazy town-thinking that what the reporter said was nonsense, hallucinations, and was used by the town's urchins to fool the police A new method, some impatiently hung up the phone and continued to doze on the desk.

When he received the second and third report, Sheriff Croft sent someone immediately, but it was too late.

The policemen witnessed the bloodiest scene in their lives: countless blood, a red-eyed monster with fangs, and several colleagues were dragged into the shadows because they did not escape in time and never came out again.

No one knows how this all happened.All the vampire legends that everyone had heard from their parents and elders became a reality tonight. Even the staunchest atheists could not keep their sanity in front of this terrible tragedy.

After the sun rose, they found 8 corpses who died of excessive blood loss at the scene, and a total of 67 people were missing—it was said that the disappearance was because their bodies disappeared out of thin air, except for the gray and white dust that could be seen everywhere. All that's left is a horrific, dark mass of blood—including Sheriff Croft's wife and only son.

This tragedy tore away all semblance of peace in Brodica, and threw the living into a hell of horror and sorrow. The school was closed for a month, and many people closed their doors tightly at dusk.The masses spontaneously marched and sit-in in front of the town hall, asking the government to find out the truth for them, and a small number of people spontaneously took up shotguns and formed a militia, hoping to protect the safety of the town.

"But..." Hanger Willard wanted to say something else.

Daisy turned her head and said with red eyes, "Dad, what happened that night? Why did you come back safe and sound?"

Hangel Willard seemed to have been punched by someone, sitting on a chair, clutching his chest tightly, and didn't relax for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Dad, Todd is missing, Carl is in grief, I... I'm a little out of words." Daisy fled away from the oppressive home.

The imprisoned person in the basement, the father who suddenly became neurotic... It was clearly her warm and lively home more than ten days ago, why has everything changed now?

Watching his daughter leave, Hangel Willard instantly put on a gloomy expression, and slammed the tableware in his hand on the floor.He stared at his veined hands, and suddenly laughed, enough, he staggered to the small room under the stairs.

After passing through the dark tunnel, he came to the door of the locked storage room. He took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and frantically opened the heavy iron locks one after another.His hands trembled violently, and he couldn't align his chain eyes several times. After he failed too many times, he began to hammer on the door until his joints were broken and his fists were numb.Finally opened the door, he staggered in and tore off the decorations on the wall, revealing that little bloodless face.

The moment he saw her, he collapsed, hugged his head and fell to the floor, "What to do, I didn't expect... I didn't expect things to become so big, I thought they were a little uncomfortable at most, but I didn't expect them to become such a monster."

"You really don't know?"

A series of hoarse laughter forced him to stop his confession, and stared at the girl behind the wall in astonishment—or the vampire in the shape of a girl.

The little vampire whispered, "Don't you really know what it means for a living person to accept a vampire?"

Ten years ago, he met a pale girl on a snowy night—she was wearing an old and outdated dress, with a delicate face, but her skin was always bruised—even though he was married and had a Beautiful wife and well-behaved daughter, he couldn't help falling in love with this unusual girl deeply.In order to get her, he slipped step by step into the abyss of madness, until today, he finally realized that she is not an angel, but a devil, a little devil.

"I know, yes, I know!" He growled fiercely, "So what, I thought nothing would happen! Even if something happens, it can only be considered bad luck for them!"

Regardless of Hangel's madness, the girl behind the wall said in a dreamy and cheerful tone: "Hangel, thank you for making this a big deal, they are coming, they are finally coming!"

"Who?" Hanger looked up alertly.

She was smiling, "Hunters in the night. Ordinary people's memory is always short, as long as it is an unsolvable case, it will soon be forgotten and turned into old and faded bloodstains, but they are different, most of them are full of patience and vengeance, Even if decades or hundreds of years have passed and their bodies have turned into dust, their descendants will still remember it."

Under the immaculate white snow of this small town is the blood of countless people who have shed for decades, and they have accumulated into a blood stain that cannot be washed off.

She had a premonition that soon, soon, all the truths in the darkness would be revealed—whether it was the tragedy decades ago or the night of terror in the hospital two days ago, everything could not escape the shotgun raised by the hunter.

"What?" He opened his eyes wide, "I'll take you away, we can go to any corner of the world..."

"No, I won't let you go." She closed her eyes, "I've been waiting for them for 50 years, 50 years. Hangel, I won't let you go either. Remember, Winnie's death, We are all executioners."

Winnie's death.

"I tampered with Daisy's memory to make her believe that her mother died of illness, but you and I know what the truth is."

For the first time Hangel Willard thought of that woman.

Before she died, she could no longer see the appearance of a human being.In order to destroy the corpse, he waited until the sun rose.

Just when he was about to say something, he heard a sob, which was very clear in this cold basement.

"... Daisy?!"

"Sorry, maybe she was delayed on the way." The man on the other end of the phone said apologetically, "But she left early."

It was already ten o'clock in the morning, and Daisy Willard still did not appear, and Mr. Willard swore that she had left the house.

"Thank you, Mr. Willard."

Carl hung up the phone, let out a long breath, fell on the sofa and raised his arms to cover his eyes.Physically tired but not sleepy - during the day he would be the good boy at home helping dad with funeral matters and at night he would sneak out the window and visit Todd at Edgar's, hopefully he will continue today persist in.

"Daisy..."

To be honest, if the call had happened early last month, he would have believed what Mr. Willard said.

Now, he wouldn't believe anyone but Edgar and Papa—especially Mr. Willard, who said that to Todd after imprisoning a vampire in the basement, he wouldn't believe it even if he died. what he said.

"What happened to you?"

He made an appointment with Daisy on the phone yesterday. She will come to his house as a guest this morning and tell him what she has discovered in the past few days: she has been spying on her father, hoping to clear him of suspicion .

And he planned to test Daisy's tone, see what kind of attitude she had towards dark creatures, and then go to see Todd's situation at night, and test him by the way.

If all conditions allowed, he might tell Daisy Todd the truth, and then take her to 39 Wiggerson Street—even for Edgar, he must be 12 cautious.

He hoped that Daisy would give Todd the courage to continue.

Edgar neither agrees nor disagrees with his decision, but before he makes it, Daisy disappears.

He jumped out of bed and put on his coat.He had a strong premonition that Daisy knew some dark secret that Mr. Willard had to keep her in, or dispose of her.He really didn't want to think about it, but his heart was beating fast, and the bad feeling was exactly the same as he had felt two days ago.He knew that if he didn't go to find Daisy today, she would disappear completely like the only daughter of the Wilberts with the possible truth, and he would spend the rest of his life in guilt and pain.

But thinking of what he had promised Edgar, he hesitated again.He promised Edgar that he would not take risks alone, because human beings are very vulnerable to dark creatures.

It is daytime now, Edgar can't go out... Just when he was fighting between heaven and man, he heard someone calling him.

"Carl?" Dad stared at an old photo album in the living room in a daze. "Stay at home. It's too dangerous outside. Who knows where those monsters are hiding."

He had been like this since the day he saw his mother's body in the garden.

Carl slowly lowered his arms, "...it's nothing."

In order to keep his promise to his father and Edgar, Karl locked himself in a room on the second floor all day.

He made several calls to the Willards' house: the first two were picked up, and the subsequent ones never came through.He was so nervous that he called the police station. He originally thought that the police would take some light on the incident. No time for a teenage girl who just lost contact for a few hours.They reassured him that perhaps Daisy just wandered around temporarily, or she had already gone home, and told him not to worry too much.

The sun sank to the other end of the horizon, the sky was the color of burnt ashes, and the earth was covered in thick shadows.

Carl heard the familiar sound of knocking on the glass, and immediately ran over, asking a question that only he and Edgar knew the answer before pushing open the window.

"Edgar, listen to me, Daisy is missing." He didn't even bother to say hello to the other party, and hurriedly said what he knew, "I suspect her father did it."

Eight full hours had passed since the time he had agreed with Daisy, and it pained him to think of what misfortune might befall her.

"Carl," Edgar motioned him to calm down after listening to him, "I'm going there tonight, so don't be too nervous."

Carl turned out the window with a huge piano case, "Why? Could it be related to the same family you mentioned earlier."

Edgar caught him as lightly as a leaf, and jumped without making a sound onto the garden grass.

"more or less."

It was only a few minutes from his house to 39 Wiggelson Street.

When he came to the familiar empty living room, Carl couldn't help laughing when he found that there were hamburgers and Coca-Cola that were popular among teenagers on the table.

It's just that his smile didn't last long. Seeing Edgar staring at him seriously, he suppressed his smile, "What's the matter?"

"Before I was concerned about your health, I never told you." Edgar pushed him down on the sofa and sat down. "It may be a little difficult to accept, but I swear to you that I am not lying."

"I know, you...you won't lie to me."

Dark creatures are born liars, except Edgar.

"As you have probably guessed, the monsters that appeared in the Wilbert Manor or the town hospital are not accidental. They have the same main messenger behind them, Ignatz Dulles."

certainly.Carl blinked, of course he knew.

Spread rumors about the Wilberts' fortune, attract groups of greedy explorers, and transform them into blood-sucking monsters.What a simple conspiracy, yet so many people fell for it.

"The incident at the hospital was not done by Ignatz himself. He used a human being. That human being has a special status. He needs to be loved by others. He needs to have access to both patients and the blood bank of the hospital..." Edgar Watching his reaction, "That human being is Hangel Willard."

"...Really?" Karl shook his body.

"Yes." In Edgar's blue eyes, "he is very cunning, and he is very familiar with the living habits of vampires. I didn't expect that he would infect so many people in just four days."

Carl didn't move, as if completely shocked by the news.

His mom, his best friend Todd, and countless strangers and their living relatives and friends all had their entire lives destroyed that night.

The moon has risen and Edgar needs to get out.Night belongs to vampires.

"Will you kill him?" Carl looked up, "Will you kill Hanger Willard?"

"If you wish."

After Edgar left, Karl thought he would collapse or feel angry, but none of the emotions would be like this: all the vague guesses he had before had all become true, and the desire to kill came out of that crack again. gush.

The strong desire made double images appear before his eyes again, sinking his consciousness into the abyss.

There, he saw a black silhouette, covering the sky and the sun.

The creature bound on the cross opened its eyes. It was as deep as the sea, as cold as ice, and the inside was burning with black hatred and evil.

The creature also noticed his presence.He knew he should be afraid, but on this sad creature, he sensed some kind of aura from the same source, he stretched out his hand to it blankly, and just as he was about to touch the creature, the huge wings spread Open, brought a strong hurricane, almost scratched his cheek.

His consciousness ceased again.

The bell in the living room brought him back to the real world.

Panting heavily, he found something extra on the sofa, picked it up suspiciously, and it turned out to be a black feather.

"What is this?" He reached out his hand in amazement and touched the shiny metallic edge of the feather, and found that the feather was not as soft as he imagined, and the edge was a bit sharp, and cut his finger lightly .

He put his fingers in his mouth and picked up the supper Edgar had prepared for him—don't know where Edgar got the information that he likes to eat junk food, but anything was better than the cold and greasy food at home. Frozen foods are better.

The beef burger was a bit cold, but he didn't care at all, he stuffed it numbly into his mouth, and it felt a little uncomfortable after stuffing it, so he grabbed the Coke and took a big gulp.

After finishing dinner with great difficulty, his eyes glanced at the cello he brought, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If he hadn't been to Mr. Ralph's house last time, wouldn't there have been so many troubles?

He went upstairs with the piano case, and knocked on the door with ease, "Todd, it's me, can I come in?"

"……Can."

Todd was still the same, his limbs bound firmly to the bedposts by Edgar, but if anything, he looked worse than he had been the previous few days.

Even if Edgar would give him blood, it would not be enough to fill the newborn vampire's stomach.The fear of hunger and the incomplete first embrace completely crushed his spirit. He fought hard with the beast and the desire to kill in his body, and almost gave up several times.

"I... I brought my cello." Carl tiptoed in and lit a candle in the corner.

Vampires have excellent night vision, which means that the candles were specially prepared by Edgar for Karl.

The faint orange light illuminated the huge room, and Todd turned his head in the opposite direction imperceptibly. Carl realized this and took the initiative to sit between him and the candle.

"Thank you, Carl." Todd's voice was empty, "I didn't expect you to remember what I said."

Carl opened the piano case, took out his rosin-infused cello, and placed it between his legs, "Do you have any music you want to hear?"

Last night Todd was talking about how they used to play together.

"Do you still play the cello?" Todd said weakly. "I want to hear it. I remember you playing Mozart's Requiem. It's so haunting in my head. Tortured insane."

The newborn vampire moved his chapped lips, "Mozart's Requiem."

Carl held back his tears, and simply tried the next note before starting tonight's performance.

His cello teacher, Mr. Ralph, accused Karl more than once of paying too much attention to technique and ignoring the emotions in it. Only this time, Karl could no longer restrain the sadness in his chest.

He could pretend he didn't see the longing in Todd's eyes, but he couldn't pretend he wasn't aware of his regret and sadness.

If only none of this had happened.His heart was filled with unrealistic longing.He, Todd, and Daisy, the three of them are still friends.

How do you tell Todd that it was Daisy's father, Mr. Willard, who caused him to turn into this ghostly appearance, and that Daisy is probably missing?

After a while, he couldn't play anymore, covered his face and began to cry.

"Todd, do you still miss Daisy?" He couldn't bear it, and finally asked this question.

Todd, who didn't expect Carl to mention the name, closed his eyes.

Daisy is a warm and cheerful girl with long, bright light brown hair, a fanatical liking for red, and once felt inferior to her freckles on her face.

"I really think about it, I think about it every day, even thinking about it makes me hallucinate." He showed a dreamy smile, "I saw Daisy's smiling face, tell me it's not fake..."

Carl hated his own insensitivity: why did he realize that Todd and Daisy were a couple until today, when they had already made it so obvious.

Boys and girls who sneak out together at a birthday party, they hold each other's hands tightly.If all this hadn't happened, they would have married after graduation and had a healthy child who inherited the strengths of their parents...but now all this good future is gone.All of their lives had been ruined by that night—they thought death was the worst pain, and he knew there was another kind of dull pain that would slowly reveal itself over time.

"...I don't know, sorry."

"It's okay." Todd muttered to himself, "Carl, you'll know when you meet that person. You want to see her, you don't want to hurt her, and you want to protect her even at the cost of your own life. So promise me, Don't tell Daisy about me, okay? Just let her think I'm dead, don't let her be with a monster like me..." His voice became smaller and smaller, so small that Carl could hardly hear him what.

Carl didn't dare to say that when he talked about protecting someone, it was Edgar's face that flashed in his mind.

But how could Edgar need his protection?Obviously he has been causing trouble for Edgar.

"Okay, I swear, I won't tell Daisy about you." Carl held his cold hand, "When you get better, when you get better...you will definitely survive this."

At the same moment, the basement of Willard's house.

The pile of debris was roughly pushed aside, and in the vacant space lay a tightly bound girl.

She was covered in dust all over her body, she didn't move, she looked like she was dead.

The man who came in was holding a plate with simple fried eggs and bread.He put the plate on the box at hand and went over to shake the girl on the ground. The girl felt the presence of someone, her eyelids struggled twice, and finally woke up.

She whimpered, as if she had something to say, but faced the man's expressionless face, she shrank back a little in fear.

The man who stared at her hesitated for a moment, then tore off the tape on her mouth.

The girl wanted to shout subconsciously, but the man's cold eyes clearly said that you know what to say and what not to say. After a long silence, she chose the most common beginning, "Dad...Dad."

Apparently her submission pleased the man, who picked up the sandwich and held it to her lips, urging her to open her mouth.

She opened her mouth numbly, took a bite, swallowed it before she could chew, and then took another bite.After eating the sandwich, the glass of milk was pushed over again.

"I...I want to go to the toilet." She whispered, "I..." She has been locked here for a whole day, and she finally relieved her hunger, so she just wanted to see if she could get out from here, "I swear do nothing."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, my poor daughter." Hangel Willard untied her, "I cut the phone line, and you will stay at home during this time, and you are not allowed to go anywhere. Did you hear that?"

He only gave her 5 minutes to solve the problem, and she didn't even care about the numbness of her hands and feet, so she stumbled out and ran out.

The bathroom solved the physical problem. Daisy stared at her frightened and haggard face in the mirror, and quietly reached the place under the closet against the wall.

Five minutes to go, Hangel Villard was outside savagely banging on the door.

"Daisy, come out, don't play tricks on me!"

She almost screamed, but luckily she found what she was looking for: a box of razor blades.She used to secretly tape it up and hide it here.

She quickly stuffed the box into her sleeve, "Dad, I'm fine."

Hanger Willard looked her over, took her back to the basement, bound her hands and feet—not so tightly this time, and gave her a blanket, obviously saying how many times you Just live here for a day.

"I...Can't I go back to my room and stay here?" She tried to talk to her, but she couldn't speak in the face of his half-smile look.

Hanger Willard took out his hunting knife from the pile of debris, and looked carefully at the snow on the blade against the dim light.

"Daisy, my daughter. I have always loved you, but this request of yours is too much. Don't think I don't know what you are thinking, you want to betray me, your eyes are full of hatred and love for me. Disgusted, you will definitely betray me, I can't take the risk."

At this point, Daisy couldn't continue, "Yes, I hate you." She raised her voice slightly, "I used to love you so much, but what about you? What did you do?"

"I know what you want to say, your mother is a very gentle and kind woman." He came over and stroked her cheek with his free other hand, "You really look more and more like her."

Usually she doesn't think it's a problem when he does this, but at this moment, she only feels that his fingers are wet and sticky, as strange and uncomfortable as being crawled by a snake.Resisting the urge to churn in her stomach, she tried not to avoid it.

"Did she do something wrong... You killed her, and the thing behind the wall, behind the wall?" Daisy said tremblingly, enduring her fear, "You killed her!"

"What did she do wrong? You actually asked that. Of course she did something wrong!" Hangel Willard brandished a hunting knife, suppressing his anger and growling in a low voice, "Why wouldn't she be a good wife? Why wouldn't she be a good wife?" Ken trusts me, must find my secret, must make me do that to her! She argues with me, wants me to send Sheila away immediately, and I... I accidentally pushed her down the stairs! You know rub How difficult is it to get the blood on the floor? In order not to let her die, I asked Sheila to feed her blood, who knew that the first embrace of the vampire is so complicated. She turned into a monster, a monster who only thinks about sucking blood and has no reason , in order to preserve the last bit of her dignity as a human being, I had to draw the curtains!"

After a long silence, the expression on Daisy's face was as if she had never known this man before.

"You monster..." she murmured, "You crazy and cold-blooded monster."

"Then you also have monster blood on your body." Hangel Willard calmed down.

He put the hunting knife into the leather sheath, adjusted his clothes and went out.

Daisy fell to the ground in despair. After making sure that she could not hear Hangel's footsteps, she poured out the blade packing box from her cuff with difficulty, and opened it bit by bit.

Because her hands were tied behind her back, her movements were very clumsy, and she was cut several times in a few minutes.

"Daisy, Daisy."

Confirming that the hoarse female voice was not a dream, Daisy opened her eyes vigilantly.

Did the monster behind the wall figure out what she was doing?What will happen to her if she is found out?Will she denounce herself to Hangel Willard?

But when she eavesdropped on her conversation with Hangel Willard during the day, the monster behind the wall didn't seem to be too hostile to her.

"Are you talking to me? Are you... your name is Sheila?"

"Yes," the little monster behind the wall paused, "I don't know if you've heard of my name, my name is Sheila Wellbert."

Sheila Wellbert.

Daisy didn't realize what the name meant at the first time, but felt a little familiar.She hurriedly pointed the blade upright at the thick hemp rope, only a small part of her mind was used to process other external information.

After a long time, she suddenly let out a scream.

"I... I remembered, are you really... are you really that Sheila Wellbert?" She was almost speechless.God, god, what the hell is going on, why is Sheila Wellbert getting involved with her dad in the basement of her house?

Sheila Wellbert, she remembered where she had seen the name.

On the outskirts of Brodica Town, the only daughter of the rich merchant Wilbert, the last owner of the Wellbert Manor, disappeared half a century ago, the only theoretical witness of that appalling murder.

The blade deflected in the other direction, and her efforts in the first 20 minutes fell short again.She gritted her teeth to overcome the pain in her hand, and slowly reached for the thin blade, letting the blade rub against the hemp rope little by little.

A lot of blood flowed from the smooth blood mouth, and a new one was added just after the bleeding stopped. In order to relieve the panic and anxiety in her heart, she tried to talk to Sheila behind the wall.

"You... what are you calling me for?"

"I know what you're doing." Sheila's voice didn't sound like a 13-year-old girl at all, "Daisy, I want to save you."

"What?" Daisy almost lost the blade again, "You want to save me?"

She doesn't believe what this thing says, not at all, but compared to the silence that drives her crazy, she needs someone to talk to her, otherwise she really doesn't know how long she can last.

"This kind of thing... we'll talk about it later." She replied perfunctorily, shaking her head anxiously because the blade didn't work again, "By the way, can you tell me about the murder case? I want to know what happened that day." things."

"..."

Sheila didn't speak. After thinking about it carefully, she felt that it was a bit impolite, "If you don't want to say it, then forget it, I know... After all, it's your parents' death."

Thinking of her mother's death, grief welled up in her heart again - she had almost forgotten her existence, but as long as she thought that she was murdered instead of dying of illness, her heart was filled with anger and sorrow.

"It's okay." Sheila's voice was hoarse like an autumn wind blowing through fallen leaves, hollow, "I was just remembering. So many things have happened in 50 years, I have to force myself to forget a large part of them in order to survive with a few good memories Sanity. You may not know that immortality is not a gift, but the worst curse. If I could, I would like to see how the sun rises again."

For vampires, the sun is an eternal taboo.

Daisy understood the hint in her words, and restrained the uncomfortable feeling in her heart, "Why did such a bad news happen to your family? Sorry, I really want to know."

Sheila seems to have been completely immersed in her own memories, and she quietly spoke after a long time, "I don't know exactly when it started, so I can only tell you the part I still remember."

"Oh, okay." The blade in Daisy's hand had already cut a fifth of the hemp rope, and her anxiety was slightly relieved when she thought that she would be free with a little more work.

"As far as I can remember, every year around Easter, there will be a couple who look like scholars come to my house as guests. My father is a businessman, so all kinds of people come to please him all the year round, but that couple is different. If anything, it's more like my dad was trying to please them. They took gold, gems, and all kinds of valuables from my house... I remember, they would wear a silver badge on their chest, and the pattern was probably the sun and eyes, because They gave me one too so I remember it well. Every time after sending them off, my dad would warn us not to open the door to weird people, not at all, and that’s how I grew up.”

Daisy couldn't help interjecting, "Dark creatures need permission from the owner of the house."

"Yes," Sheila said sadly, "the last time they visited was after our family moved here. They brought a one-year-old boy with them that time... seemed to have black hair, hope my memory is correct. Three At dusk two days later, a woman screamed at my door, claiming that she was going to give birth and wanted some help, my mother and I listened for a long time, and we couldn't bear to go to open the door... This was the beginning of the tragedy."