[Twilight] Bright sunshine

Time seemed to slow down the moment he sipped.

I looked at the few people running through the library gate in disbelief, and suddenly my neck twisted and I fell down.Next to me I heard screams of real fear, pure fear, no wonder or surprise.

This cry was squeezed out from the twisted trachea, and the pain was so loud that it would explode my eardrums.

I opened my eyes wide, watching all this happening in front of me almost incomprehensibly, something shattered in my heart, the pain made me suffocate even in silence.

This cry disappeared quickly, and they all fell to the ground in strange postures with the sound of neck bones being broken, like wheat cut by a sickle.

The last person was held by C with one hand, and he threw it forward with ease, past me.The body hit the bookcase, and all the big books fell to the ground with a clatter.

It's not that time is really slowing down, but that things are happening too much, too fast.In just a few seconds, besides me, a dozen or so students in the library on the second floor were lying on the ground with their necks broken.

C walked over as if nothing had happened, his shoulders were straight and stiff, and he walked leisurely all the way to death. He walked towards me with a cold and murderous expression that had not faded.

He was smiling, his lips were pursed, and the smile lines that were more or less showed a subtle sense of arrogance, he felt like an emperor.

I backed up quickly, my knees weak and my face full of fear.

"Dear Claire, I think we can re-introduce ourselves." As he stepped into the sunlight in the aisle, beautiful spots of light would radiate from his fair face.

When he took a step, I took a step back desperately, I couldn't scream, I told myself to shout for help, but the remaining rationality in my brain made me unable to speak, no matter how many people came, they would die.

It wasn't until he hit the bookcase behind him that he hugged himself tremblingly, and all the flowers in his hands fell to the ground.

I said to myself, don't show that disgusting little pitiful look, the murderer will not let you go just because you are scared to shit.

But that kind of fear didn't let me go. I've never been so scared, even when I saw the Karen family, I didn't feel so scared that I wanted to beg for mercy.

C seemed dissatisfied with my reaction, the excitement and madness in his eyes turned into a gloomy depression, and he frowned, looking a little irritable and annoyed.Then he suppressed this emotion again, like an erupting volcano, forcibly suppressing all the flames.There was a strange change in his expression, it was a little hollow, and his tone was humble and beautiful.

"Claire, my Claire, I'm your true friend. Isn't this library beautiful? It's worthy of our meeting. It's so quiet and ancient. I can see the dust of hundreds of years quietly settling in the pointed arches. From the ceiling, I can hear angels singing in my veins, you can't imagine what all this means to me, I thought I had turned into a fossil, but here I found my eyes lead me The frozen life came alive." C walked into me, his smile was particularly cruel and ruthless at this moment.

I'm trying to huddle in an empty library, a dozen horrible corpses, and one... a vampire.

This feeling of being exactly like the Karen family, like a poisonous snake, is a vampire.

The bookcase and the protruding spine made my back hurt, and C trapped me in the corner of the bookcase, holding the flowers, his pale face showing a strange delicacy in the deep red of the flowers.

When I saw him, it was like seeing death, with darkness everywhere.

"Come alive, beautiful colors, how real you are. How can I feel that you have lost the sense of this world, you are so clean that you are the only irreplaceable person in this world full of gray lies exist."

C stretched out his hand, the red glove had clear creases, and he saw his glove clearly.Showing his teeth, he was very annoyed, holding the flower tightly with the other hand, so he could only use his teeth to bite off the glove unnaturally.It turned out that it was just a simple bite action, and a big hole was bitten out of the high-quality leather gloves with a single tear.

Harder than a mouse's fangs.

C moved his fingers protruding from the hole, and a trace of embarrassment flashed through, as if he felt that he could not remove the glove with a very elegant movement, which was an insulting failure.

I don't see him being ridiculous at all, he is too close to me, I feel my stomach is churning together in pain, my tongue is astringent and bitter, and my whole body and even my scalp are numb.

In the end, C became ruthless, gritted his teeth like a beast, and hissed to bite the remaining glove into pieces. His fingers were so hard, and the strength of his teeth was not enough to leave any marks on his fingers.

I had no choice but to watch him stretch out his hand and hand it to my chest with a tulip on it, "I bought a little too much, but the clerk said that no lady would dislike flowers Surrounded." C said in a high-pitched tone, he seemed to have a kind of uncontrollable excitement, and his fingers holding flowers were stiff and even trembling a little sickly.

His face is close at hand, fair without a trace of blemish, so delicate and cold that it feels terrifyingly beautiful.

I felt like I was suffocating, and every breath seemed to smell like the dead people in the library.I have never been so helpless and painful. Even if I struggled so many times in the hospital bed in my previous life, so many times of despair can't compare with the direct horror of today.

His eyes were so distorted that I could almost see the greed of a black monster crawling out of his eyes.This made me dare not disobey his words. I stretched out my hand to take his flowers, but my fingers trembled so much that I couldn't even hold them firmly.My fingers accidentally touched his palm, and the cold and sticky touch made me sick to my stomach.

Holding the flower tightly in front of my chest, with the strength to crush it, I stared at him, not daring to say a word.

Sunlight poured down from the vaulted windows above the bookcase, and I stood in the corner of the bookcase, clutching the tulips and hiding under the shadows.

And C stood in front of me, with his lowered head just facing the scattered brilliant light.Spots of golden light stained his eyelashes, his naked|exposed skin.I felt that he looked at me with a very strange emotion, as if he had found something life-saving to swallow, but he suppressed it.

"It's about to make me lose my mind, this sweet taste. I can feel it from far away. There has never been a moment like this that makes me feel instinctively crazy, and my blood is boiling?"

C stroked my face with his gloveless hand, being careful not to poke his stone-like fingers into my brain.There was a smile on his face, as gentle as a yawning lion, but there was still the usual brutality and viciousness in his eyes.

I always feel that I will die if this continues, just like those students lying in the library.I don't know if it's the survival instinct, or some kind of stupid courage that made me hoarsely ask: "Why kill people? You kill them, you don't need, you don't need..." food.I can't say anything after that.

I can be sure that none of the people he killed was bitten. Don't vampires kill for blood?But not a drop of blood appeared from the people he killed, as if it was intentional, to prevent them from breaking any skin.

"Murder? Are you sure? Claire, let's meet at the University of Washington library. No one dies here, except you and me." C tensed his facial muscles in confusion, his slightly The blank expression appeared again.He lowered his too sharp voice and spoke softly, speaking so truthfully that he would lie.

Who the hell are you human, you non-human dead vampire dead monster.

I screamed angrily: "They are all dead, you broke their necks and died, you also quickly break my neck, madman."

The corpses of those people are still around me, is this lunatic playing with me?Like a caught mouse, slowly tortured to death.

The confusion on C's face became vivid, he seemed to have metamorphosed from a stone to a non-human being, that kind of strangeness was genuine, as if he didn't understand why I reacted so strongly.He tilted his head suspiciously, lowered his voice gently, and asked softly and peacefully, "Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Ah, kill me, let me die with this monster.

This adrenaline rush of being forced out by death threats made my stupid struggle even more insane.I used all my strength to lift my foot and kicked him between his legs, forgive me for being too reflexive in women's defense against hooligans' pussy legs.

I'm sure I kicked him, the foot hit something hard, I don't know if it was the leg or something.He quickly backed away following my strength, as easily as if on purpose.

I saw the vitality as if I saw oxygen in a vacuum, and ran towards the door desperately.The instinct of escape took over my whole mind, and I just wanted to escape from all these absurd horror scenes, exhausting all my strength.

I'm fast enough to run an Olympic sprint, so when my foot trips over something, it's just so hard to roll forward.I heard the sound of my kneecaps slamming against the stone floor, and I hit the ground with pain sweeping through my chest and abdomen.

Looking back, I saw that the thing that tripped me turned out to be a student's body. I felt sick and sad at the same time. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't figure out how to cry.

C is still standing over the bookcase, the tulip in his hand has been ruined beyond recognition.He crushed them, and the bloody petals clung to his expensive and neat suit.I saw him coming, his steps getting faster and faster, and finally I couldn't see his speed clearly.He appeared in front of me all of a sudden, stretched out his hand and turned me over who was lying on the ground. I felt that a piece of KFC chicken drumstick was not as embarrassed as I was rolling in the oil pan.

His hands pinching my shoulder blades fell down like two big mountains, and I screamed in pain, my bones were about to shatter.

C gritted his teeth, so angry, as if betrayed.His voice was more delicate and crisp, with hysterical madness, "I can't believe it, I can't believe it..."

He was nagging, repeating just this sentence, and the old woman's foot wrap.I don't even know what he can't believe, can't believe that my mind is full of wanting to crucify him on the cross of Jesus Ling Chi?

I've never hated a... person that much.

I hate him so much that I want to kill him even if I want to exchange it with the end of the world.

"You can see through my lies, Claire." C stroked my face back and forth with his cold fingers, and his black pupils felt dilated due to his intense emotions, "First, are you The first one, and there will be no more in the future.”

I twisted my body and turned my face away. He touched me like a colorful poisonous snake, which kept sliding on my face. It was terrible.

This murderer is crazy, who would believe such an obvious, mentally handicapped, brain-dead lie?

Could it be that vampires also have mental hospitals, this guy, did he escape from the intensive care unit of some mental hospital?

But he was quiet, and I became dazed because of the pain, squinting at the ceiling of the library.The vertical beams along the glass windows are finely curved. This architectural style is isolated and steep, too indifferent and gorgeous.

Because my thoughts fell into a hazy situation, my sense of smell became clearer than ever.The unique historical feeling of the library, the cold smell of the grass leaves after the tulips are crushed, the light soap between the rubbing of the clothes, and the warmth of the sun like the painful scorching heat of breathing.

I can even smell the coolness of the man on his body, which can't be described as a plant, but has the characteristics of mint.From the hands that were holding me, to the skin of my face, to the back of my neck and ears, it was all cold.

It was too cold to shiver.

No wonder he has to wear it so thickly, it smells of weather like marble picked out of the snow.

I heard him whispering wildly and tremblingly, the sharpness of the upper teeth and the lower teeth, desperately enduring something, his voice hissed like a snake letter.

"Blood……"

With the last of my strength, I hid my injured hand from the fall behind me and put it under my back.I finally knew what he was enduring, he smelled the blood on my palm.

I don't know much about vampires, just that they suck blood, and I think he'll be calmer when he's hidden.

But that's what I took for granted, I vaguely felt that he finally couldn't stand the temptation, lowered his head, and his hair fell on my face.He tore through my clothes and dug his teeth into my shoulders.

With simple movements, it is easy to pierce a piece of tofu skin.

I feel that he should want to bite into the main artery of my neck more, but I don't know why he resisted, biting the whole row of white and neat teeth into my fragile skin.It was like a wild beast catching its prey and biting off its tendons and bones.

The loss of blood made me more dizzy, and I felt completely unconscious.The whole world suddenly seemed to be turned on, and it was gray, and the stained glass windows and the sunlight lost their color.

I heard the beating of my heart, the same rhythm as my frantically beating pulse. In this silent space, I only heard my own heartbeat, roaring unscrupulously in the eardrum.

Occasionally he would breathe deeply and forcefully, as if holding his breath for a long time, so long that he forgot how to breathe normally.

I fell into half gray and half dark, as if beginning to dream.In the dream, I walked into the rainforest of Fox. The tall coniferous trees were covered with deep moss, the air was full of cold water vapor, and damp tendrils hung down from the branches.There was no one in the forest, no light, and thick fog.

The gloomy gray-green with hundreds of years of rotting vitality is deeply buried in the green soil, waiting to accumulate huge energy to bloom.

I walked forward slowly, and the sun escaped from nowhere, slanting through the leaf cracks to my feet, forming a hazy and beautiful interlacing of light and shadow.I stopped and watched the sun crawling on my feet, a hot and heavy pressure on my steps, I began to feel pain, as if the sun turned into a bayonet and pierced into my veins, the blood was like boiling water, roll away Ripe, too painful.

The flames, the gray-green flames burned and blocked all my escape routes, and great pain ran through my body.

I could hear myself screaming, tears welling from my eyes, and the world turned into a floating dark abyss.I struggle desperately to escape the pain of this crushing fire, and I call everyone I love.Mom, Dad, Charlie, Bella...

C...

save me, save me.

This is my last strength. The pain that I can't break free made my voice suddenly weaken, and I muttered helplessly.pain……

Suddenly the burden on my body disappeared, and a pair of cold hands hugged me into my arms.But I still feel the horror of being burned, shattered, and tossed like crazy is destroying everything in me.

The raging flames could not be stopped, and even the soul would be torn out by thousands of knives.

I heard a sound mixed with anger, patience, and pain from the chest of the person holding me.

At that moment, I could suddenly feel that he was enduring the purgatory of flames just like me.I really couldn't bear this inhuman pain. My hands and feet seemed to be grabbing the last piece of drowning driftwood, holding on to the person who was holding me, and crying like a child.

It hurts, woo woo, it hurts to death!

There was never a moment when I felt so clearly that I would die, and I wished I could die quickly without suffering for half a second.

I can't tell who is calling out, the extreme burning is followed by the extreme cold, the consciousness gradually drifts away, and the frozen earth seals the whole world.I heard someone calling my name with gritted teeth in my ear, and the voice was as crisp as a teenager who hadn't changed his voice.

This voice kept calling to me, but I couldn't remember who it was, and I was grateful for the easy kindness when I finally got the final darkness quietly.

The author has something to say:

Uncle Kai is a little excited... Well, I will think about the extra episode, otherwise No.1 said that the star will die if there is no extra episode.

I don't know where this thing has the mysterious and noble characteristics of Volturi.

By the way, the protagonist has only seen a Twilight movie and half a New Moon novel... I should have written it before, it’s no wonder she can remember the Volturi, she can’t even remember the names of the Karen family Remember everything, what else can you expect her to remember.

The chapter is too fat, the time is too late, I will read the comments next time