give me some blood

400 years later, looking back at that period of history, we will feel that we are just a bunch of male dogs, urinating and marking the territory. Now, 400 years later, when I look at you in the war, I also feel that it is just a group of male dogs peeing and marking the territory.

For those villages that disappeared, and tens of millions of people who disappeared because of the meaningless battle between the blood race and the Holy See, your human history later gave that era an interesting name-the Black Death.

Hundreds or even thousands of years later, when you evolve to the brink of extinction, what interesting names will you give today's war? I will wait and see. Anyway, I can live a long time, at least longer than you who read my memoirs It will take a long time.

Ah, I will stop talking nonsense and continue to finish writing this memoir. Anyway, it is almost the end of the story.

When the snow covered the black marble tomb that read "They Loved Until Death" and was gently lifted by the spring sunshine, the war was over.

The result of war is peace, and no one side is powerful enough to completely destroy the other.

Vampires continue their rule in secret, and the Holy See still labels powerful nobles as vampires in the name of judging heresy and then goes to war, but those are no longer real vampires.

The vampires are happy to think that we have won, that we have defiled the gods.People in the Holy See happily believed that vampires never dared to take the lead and never dared to live in the sun again.

After a battle, enough people have died, and everyone is happy, that's great.

War, so embarrassing.

The deaths of tens of millions of humans and blood races are so embarrassing.

But spring is here again, and new blood races, new humans, and new priests are constantly being born.

But Ann is dead and will not come back.

In the middle of the former battle lines, in an unknown small castle whose owner had already been affected by the flames of war and died, Lan and I met peacefully, and then signed a post-war agreement.

There's a bit of magic in the protocol, but it won't be unbreakable anyway.After all, such things as peace agreements are made to be broken.

Lan and I looked at each other, and I suddenly felt that Lan was very strange.

There are many men in my life, all kinds, some I provoked, and some I avoided, but all of them seem so strange now.

Kind of tired, had I known, just feinted in the middle of a war and let any paladin professionally kill me, I know they have training.

Ann looked at me very calmly, I don't know what he is thinking, and I don't want to know what he is thinking.

"What are your plans for the future?" He put down his pen and asked me.

"I don't know." I smiled, "If you kill me now, I don't have to think about it."

"I still want to be with you." Lan said to me, her golden hair fluttering in the spring breeze, very soft.

I froze for three seconds.

"This is the key to my garden. If you hold this key, you can come here directly. I don't know if you remember this key or this lock. You made it." He seemed to say that this is the address when I moved. Introduce it all calmly.

"But..." I slowed down and said but.

"I won't force you to stay, come here if you want." Silver eyes were dyed crimson.

"Because you can't control me?" I smiled wryly.

"Even if it's you now, I can make a tie. If I use tricks or other things, I have the confidence to control you, but I don't want to waste time. Even if God favors me, I can only live in this world again." For a hundred years, I want to be with you." The bandit said confidently.

"Don't you want to break this fate?" I smiled and opened my mouth, revealing the two small fangs inside.

"No, I love you, and I also believe in God." Lan stared blankly at my teeth, the first time he saw this thing.

"Oh," I replied, "I don't believe in God, and I don't know if I love you, but I hate myself."

"Then let me try to love you for myself." Lan sighed, put the key and my agreement on the table, and turned to leave.The white robe brushed against the ground, like a huge white bird.

Outside the castle, a group of paladins respectfully greeted his return.

I put away the agreement, held the key in my hand, and turned around.

After a while of mist, several of my blood clan subjects knelt on one knee to welcome me back to their ranks.

Together, huh.

Not long after, the opening scene of the story takes place.

Behind the Cathedral of the Holy XX is the magnificent residence of the Archbishop.

At midnight, all was quiet and dark, except the Archbishop's bedroom.

Certain activities are the eternal theme of the night.

"An archbishop, can you stop picking off my vampire's clothes so quickly... um... can you feel a little guilty... ah... yes... that's it..." The servants of the archbishop will hear that this Definitely not his voice.There was a silky seductiveness in the voice, mixed with groans and gasps that made people crazy.

"Then, can you, a vampire, feel a little bit of fear when crawling on my bed?" The bishop's voice seemed to be laughing.

"Cut... um... have you thought about it, whether you want me to suck your blood... or... or are you already planning to kill me?" The voice was hoarse and seductive, but there was a moment of anger in the air. stagnation, and heaviness. "You...why don't you speak...um..."

Then everything was drowned in the sound of huh huh huh.And so my story can end.

My housekeeper said, if you want to say that this story is purely fictitious and has nothing to do with real people and places, I told him that no one would believe me even if I wrote my own story, but he said no.So, ah, this story is absolutely fictitious, and the names of people and places are purely made up. If there are any similarities, then maybe you know me.

After the housekeeper finished reading this memoir I wrote, he suddenly shed a tear, red as blood, and then disappeared like snow.

He suddenly asked me, did we know each other a long time ago, when you met me in Eastern Europe 300 years ago, and then go further.

He didn't ask me if Lan was dead or if I had turned him into a vampire.After all, Lan believes in God so much.How could he betray his faith.

I stared blankly at the butler's silver eyes, which were covered with soft blond hair and which gradually took on the color of pain.

Outside the window, the moonlight is being swallowed by the dawn.

The author has something to say: It's over, goodbye.I like Ann.