blood descendants

Except for looking for food, I spend most of my time in the castle.

It was a medieval pointed tower in a dark jungle. The trees were trimmed like ghosts. Even in the daytime, they were always blocked by dark clouds from the sun. Looking at it from a distance, it felt ghostly.I don't like such a gloomy house, although I also hate sunlight, but I can't help it, my master lives in it.

titular master.

I once tried to kill him with my hands, but every time he would use his actions to prove to me what a wrong choice it was to be hostile to him.

While in a way vampires don't die, the feeling of pain doesn't go away.

What a tasteless evolution.

"Xia Zuo." His voice was heard as soon as he entered the gate of the castle.

I responded, walked up to him, bent down and kissed the back of his hand, "My dear Count Antonio, what do you want?"

He was sitting on a dark golden European-style classical armchair. His skin was pale all year round, and his lips were also that unhealthy light color. He looked weak and vulnerable.But this does not hinder his dignity from the bottom of his bones, the elegance and nobility possessed by a true nobleman.

"Are you going to contact humans again?" He said, but in an affirmative tone.

Antonio doesn't like my dealings with humans. The training of the vampire aristocrats makes him have an instinctive disdain for humans.

"My dear count, unlike you, I need to survive."

I was not born a vampire, but I became what I am now when I drank the blood of the person in front of me when I was on the verge of death.

At one point, I hated him.

I'd rather die as a human than survive as a vampire.

But once you set foot on this road, you have no choice but to go with the situation and continue to struggle to live.

Hearing this, he frowned severely, and tightened his fingers, "I have many servants here, you can definitely treat them as food."

He was right, as a nobleman with status, the servants sent to his castle can be said to be in a steady stream, even if there are deaths every day, it will not cause any serious problems.

But I never did.

When I was a human being, I yearned for freedom; when I became a vampire, I hated his bondage even more.

Too much care can turn a wolf into a dog.

When the sharp teeth and fangs are completely pulled out, even the weak strength to fight back will no longer exist.

What was faced at that time was the embarrassing situation of being slaughtered.

"If the count has no other orders, I'll go back first." I said.

Antonio's eyes stayed on my face, as if he was patrolling his own territory, his expression was slightly gloomy, and finally he waved his hand, "Go."

My room is on the second floor of the old castle, next door to Mr. Earl.

Perhaps because the same blood as his runs in me, he shows a great affinity for me.We often go out together to attend the gatherings of some of their nobles, or let me accompany him when he reads those thick parchment books.

But that doesn't mean anything.

It's like a rich man giving alms to a beggar, just doing it casually with a good mood on a sunny afternoon.

Once when he was taking a nap, I saw his peaceful sleeping face, pale and thin, without the slightest threat or aggression.I couldn't hold back and moved my hand towards him.

His reaction was unexpectedly quick, and he shot before I got close.

I think he's always been more sober than me.

A vampire once told me that a devil named Antonio lived in this castle.

If it weren't for the appearance of Antonio, I would have been a corpse; but it was also because of his appearance that I struggled to such a state.

I have two names: as a human, my name is Xia An; as a vampire vassal, I am called Xia Zuo.

He is obviously a vampire, he has no sense of taste, and only has a thirst for blood, but subconsciously, he still hopes that he is a human being.

So I like to hang out with humans, as if I can blend in with them and become a species like them.

Mr. Earl is very opposed to such a hobby of mine, saying that every time I go out, I will bring a rotten smell of inferior creatures, but forget that I was once a human being.

I also wondered how a vampire aristocrat like him who hates humans would save a human being like me, and would not hesitate to use his own blood to turn me into his kind.

The earl explained to me: You look very good.

In terms of personal experience, I have been complimented on my looks more than once.

Being pretty seems like a legitimate reason to get all the favourites, but it doesn't deserve my pleasure.

Because while gaining, I lost much more.

The earl is a staid and old-fashioned person, although he has a handsome and young face, but the dust accumulated in his bones is hundreds of years ago.

Maybe it should be called background.

He likes to flip through some parchments that I can't understand at all, and takes a quill to record every necessary detail.

I don't understand how an old devil who has lived for more than 300 years can patiently read these meaningless books every day and insist on recording.

The only thing I know is that he is really boring.

If this continues, I will also age prematurely.

In order to add a little color to my monotonous life, I began to learn to play tricks on Mr. Earl.

Just innocuous pranks—like putting a springy cat in his bedroom, or sneaking his quill away, or throwing grains of grain on the steps he walked on.

Every time I see his awkward or distorted expression, I will be overjoyed.

"Sometimes I think you're like a child," he said.

"It is true. Compared with your long life, I am just a child who has not been weaned."

The earl's gaze stayed on me, he frowned slightly, then relaxed it again, and said something unclear, "This is very good."

I don't know which aspect he meant by "very good", but I can be sure that there is no problem with my ears, because he said this sentence twice.

And another time it was close to my ear.

The too close distance even made me smell the earl's scent, which was an indescribably strong temptation.Like the best wine, it has the power to confuse people's hearts, making people sink into it unconsciously.

I turned my head slightly and saw the blood vessels on his neck, and I could almost imagine the blood flowing slowly in them.

It must be a very bright color.

Oops.

I think it's time for me to go out and forage again.

It may be because I maintained one movement for too long, Mr. Earl raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on my eyelids, distant and quiet.

Like the beige statues that have been passed down for a long time in the ancient castle, they are cold and lifeless.

I pulled the corner of my mouth, trying to show a smile.He said slowly, "Xia Zuo, I need you and me to attend an important party."

My heart skipped a beat.

A sentence came out almost without thinking, "I am a human being, Mr. Earl."

Humans, ants in the eyes of nobles, or bedbugs, dirty habits will ruin their good mood for a day.No noble would be willing to be with such lowly creatures, as if they would be infected with something bad if they stayed for a long time.

"You're not..." The count frowned with a rare expression of displeasure, "You should give up those indifferent attachments long ago, it will only make you look more pathetic."

I did not speak.

"You've been a vampire for a long time, your short human life stays at the moment of death." The earl looked straight into my eyes, a slight light flashed in his lavender pupils, and it was too late to catch it "...And I saved you and made you what you are now, so you are my private property, Antonio."

Seeing his serious expression, I suddenly wanted to laugh.

My master, Mr. Earl, still likes to assign the territory so much.