Holder Manor Secret

It was already midnight when Edward woke up from the coma.His manservant, the poor little fellow, had fallen asleep squatting beside his bed, so soundly asleep that he didn't even notice that Edward was gone.

The rain was still falling, but there was no sound in the house.The sound of pattering rain is like a lullaby, putting everything into a deep sleep.Edward stood in the corridor, the cracked wall was filled with wind and humidity, the dim candle flames danced violently, casting huge dancing shadows.These shadows covered the walls and the ground, like ghosts walking in the dark, baring their teeth and claws, making sharp malicious ridicules.

Edward clenched his hands and walked quickly.The wind lifted his thin dressing gown, bringing with it a gloomy, damp chill.

Familiar cold.

Edward went downstairs. The hall was empty in the middle of the night, only an old man was dozing against the wall with his arms folded. "Excuse me," Edward whispered, "I want to know which room the soldier lives in."

"..."

The old man lifted one eyelid and scanned Edward from bottom to top.His gaze was projected from the tattered, depressed brim of his hat, and it was a very uncomfortable scrutiny, critical, jealous, and contemptuous.

Edward waited anxiously. He pretended to be calm, but he could not restrain his lips tightly.His thin body trembled slightly under the wide dressing gown, like a plant in the wind and rain.

"Hello," the old man responded with a strange accent, "Which one are you referring to?"

"The one with the blond hair."

"Do you know his name?"

"..."

Edward was silent, he lowered his eyes, his expression was almost indifferent.

"Vincent, Thomas Vincent."

He spoke slowly, the name was so strange and heavy that he had to be very restrained to control his trembling voice.

He got his answer.

The group of soldiers lived in a corner on the ground floor.Most of them lived in one room, and only Vincent lived in the innermost small room.Through the dark corridor, Edward stood in front of the soldier's door.

He was very hesitant, yet extremely determined.Just raising his hand made his heart beat faster and his eyes were red.It was a difficult decision, but he still knocked on the door, which echoed violently in the quiet night.

Such a voice frightened Edward, and he withdrew his hand in fear, waiting for the reaction of the person at the door.But this kind of waiting seemed to be too long, so he couldn't help knocking again, this time it was much lighter.Perhaps too slight to be heard.

He didn't dare to knock any more, the strong emotion prevented him from mastering the proper strength. "Vince..." he called softly, "Vince, are you awake? Open the door... please..."

He begged softly and timidly, tears rolling down from his eyes.Yes, he had barely met the man, and the intensity of the emotion had overwhelmed him.

"PLEASE... PLEASE..."

Suddenly there was a sound next to him.Edward covered his mouth in horror, staring at the turbid darkness.After a while, however, the sound subsided and nothing happened.

Edward was panicked, he lingered helplessly in front of the door, not knowing whether to continue or leave.Courage and innocence, those precious and cherished qualities that belong to young people, have long since dissipated in the distant time.He can only consume everything he has, his flesh and blood, his life, to ignite love and heat.

It's intense, yet meager.

Maybe today is not a good time.

Edward thought, his chest was still heaving from the previous tears, but he had calmed down. "I'll come back tomorrow." He pressed his forehead against the door, whispered, to himself.

"I will definitely come."

Then the door opened.

Light overflows from it, gentle, soft.It brought a slight sting to Edward's eyes.The light filled the youth's hair and the edges of his body, as if a distant miracle had descended on this dilapidated hotel.

"Vince..."

Edward cried out, unprepared, not knowing what to say or what to do.He took a step forward in surprise, almost crashing into the soldier's arms, and the pine-like smell overwhelmed him.

"Vince."

Edward cried out again, clear and definite.This is the best time he ever said it.

"You should address me with respect, Your Excellency."

The soldier, or Vince, finally spoke.His voice is cold and hard, and the sweet and gorgeous qualities of young people have been removed. It is hard to imagine that anyone has ever spoken moving words of love with the same voice.

He treats him like a stranger.

Edward was ashamed, he had been hurt so easily, and although he had been through it once, it could not relieve the pain of the second time.He stopped talking, and only turned sideways to walk in from Vincent.The soldiers blocked him, blocked him with the chest on which he had slept peacefully.

Edward took a step back, trying to get in from the other side.

He was rightly blocked.

"What do you want to do?"

A strange anger welled up, Edward looked up at the soldier, and asked sharply.His eyes are red.thought Vincent.Yes, the walls here are too thin, and he could clearly hear those crying voices.

Soft, timid, and humble, every sound is pleading for his love, as if he will die if he is not loved.

He lit a fire in his chest.

"It's what you want to do, sir."

There was something obscene on the soldier's seemingly perpetually indifferent face. "Entering a man's room late at night, sir, what do you want to do?"

Edward blushed from anger, shame, and a few other things.

"Let me in."

He lowered his eyes and whispered.

The wind gushed in through the cracks in the wall, blowing Edward's thin dressing gown.It wrapped tightly around the thin body, bringing a rough friction.Edward shivered slightly from the cold, of course, he was too cold.

"..."

Vincent stared at this body, which he was familiar with, pale, which had brought him countless joys, and made him recall it repeatedly in the night where the gunpowder lingered.His body temperature, his groans, his sweetness, all of these, no matter how many times, he can remember them all.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand and hooked Edward's fluttering skirt.

Edward was staggered two steps by Vincent.Now that they were close together, Edward could clearly smell the man's scent, strange, cold, and terrifying.

But there are still some things that make him feel familiar.

The soldier died.

This made Edward relax.They had kissed and made love countless times, and he touched every inch of Vincent's skin, just like what Vincent had done to him.Edward leaned on the soldier's chest, fondling his well-worn uniform.

"How much per night, sir?"

The soldier lowered his head, his breath enveloped his ears, bringing a soft itch.Edward trembled, there was nowhere to hide, darkness enveloped him, and the light was completely blocked.

"For you?"

Edward stretched out his hands, trembling, and hugged him extremely firmly.

"A penny, my soldier."

"Only a penny."

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