[Twilight] Bright sunshine

When did my catastrophe start, and the pain clutters my mind.

The helplessness of the huge emptiness made people feel at a loss, as if back to the ordinary days in Fox, the only topic in the town that day was the transfer student from the Karen family.

The rain is like a child's graffiti on the glass window, and the light film surrounds the passage of time. They finally came.

Twilight.

I vaguely felt that someone was fixing my hand bones, and a woman's voice with a strong Italian accent said something softly to comfort me.

Trivial, "You'll be fine." Personal, "This treatment will make you feel better, baby."

I opened my eyes and saw her, it was human.

Then came a man's voice, floating in the empty surroundings, thick and silky, with a bit of cold sharpness. "Gianna, you should shut up and do your job."

A trace of fear flashed across the woman's face, and I looked at her in a daze. Her skin was not pale, but had a healthy blush that made people feel at ease.Thick black long hair fell down like a peaceful night, and my hazy eyes caught her warm kindness.

She connected my hand bone and fixed it with a white bandage. Before she left, she bowed her head and kissed my cheek tenderly.

"Good luck," she murmured in my ear.

My ear feels like a feather has been brushed over it, and it tingles, and it makes me want to sleep.

After the only human left, the pressure in the open space became even worse, until my bones creaked.

I found myself lying on a dark gray sofa with a soft quilt, warmed by my body heat.I almost curled up and hid under the quilt, with my treated hands resting on the side of the sofa.

Caius was sitting next to me on a short sofa, which was like an intimate reception room, with Tuscan landscape paintings hanging on the wooden walls, and some old-looking and valuable china plate racks on display On the table and on a shelf against the wall was a heavy Western sword.

It's not that the huge palace tomb makes me feel better, but the existence of Caius makes this kind of good feeling infinitely inclined to negative.

My hair is messy, exposed outside the quilt, I try to keep my breathing steady, not to let the heavy breath affect the quiet and oxygen-deficient atmosphere here.

My brain is confused, but it is clear that my clothes have been changed, dry and baggy, and my hair looks messy but washed, exuding the fragrance of high-end shampoo.I thought it was a dream, but someone gently dried me with a hair dryer.It was the finger of a woman who was more careful than any barber.

That woman just now, Jaina?

I have to thank her, at least now I no longer look like moss fished out of the damp Foxlands, but as warm as lying in the afternoon sun.The red traces of slight burns on the skin due to the sun have faded, maybe I should be thankful that the temperature on the non-human body is simply the best heat-reducing machine.

I deeply wanted to hide myself, squinted my eyes and pretended that my heartbeat was steady and my breathing was long, and I told myself to sleep.

Must fall asleep.

It's not suitable for me to think too much now, otherwise the chaotic and excessive scene in front of me will make me hysterically want to escape.

Caius has been looking at me, and I just can't understand who can look more strangely and intently than him.I have never met a man who can look at another person with such eyes.

This is definitely not fondness, but a cold, meticulous, experimental gaze that needs to be dissected.

His kind of virtue makes me feel like he hasn't seen a woman for hundreds of years, and when he finally sees one, he will chase madly.Of course, this kind of analogy is not suitable, he definitely has no shortage of women, even if his pretty face is not human, there are definitely women who are willing to put it upside down.

I tried to shrink myself into a ball to avoid this all-pervasive gaze.His sitting posture is like a stone that has been frozen in time, and the soft and docile fabric does not bring any feeling of warm colors.

It's so quiet here, so quiet that it's about to erupt.

Caius' fingers slowly caressed my scribbled and light long hair, his expression was terribly calm.The hair color is illusory on his white fingertips, his expressionless face seems to have a kind of childlike innocence, his neck is slightly tilted, and the only movement of his fingers is in his cold red eyes.

I hypnotize myself to sleep, sleep, and leave this pervert alone.

His hand moved up gradually, and the hair flowed over the back of his hand and poured down.

His fingers lightly touched my cheek, which was so cold that it tasted like ice and snow. I realized that I was trembling. He slid along the area around my dead-closed eyes with his fingertips as if he wanted to draw something seriously.

Then his fingers continued to go down, I shrank my neck and continued to hold back, don't come over.

His rounded nails touched my skin like unsheathed blades, and I could clearly smell the cold smell on his body, like the thick fog in the morning before dawn.

Finally, I still couldn't bear his Lingchi touch. Before my reason stopped my stupid behavior, I had already grabbed his hard and beautiful hand, and asked in a hoarse and weak voice: "What do you want to do?" Choose pork or steak, If you touch it again, it's a pervert.

Caius looked at me a little strangely, like it was wrong for me to stop him.I stared at each other like he was in a stalemate, my eyes were not big enough to tell who would take advantage.

"Claire, you have recovered. Now you look more colorful, it's incredible." Caius didn't withdraw his hand, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled smugly.

Are bright colors used to describe people?Am I a palette or a medieval fresco?

In fact, I was still very afraid of him, and I never felt so helpless for a moment.But on the other hand, I went all out again, and I would go crazy with fright before I was bitten to death.

His fingers held me backwards, the fingers intertwined so sticky and firm that I couldn't shake them off.When did this kind of disaster enter my peaceful life, from that boring and damning letter when I was eight years old?

No, from the time I knew there were vampires in this world, my life has been a mess ever since.

"Am I valuable? I have some value that you can see, so you don't kill me, you want to turn me into something like a leech like you." I really can't get my hand back, I'm afraid Too much force and the only intact wrist was broken again.

"Do you know what you're talking about, Claire." Caius's red eyes were filled with a frightening haze, and his emotions had never been calm and unwavering in the frozen snow, where he could be provoked and remain indifferent.

His voice was very low, but dangerous, and the thick darkness made people tremble.

I think it's too thoughtless to speak out on impulse. It's definitely not what I should do to provoke a vampire.But sometimes I feel really overwhelmed.I tried my best to calm myself down, panting softly and said: "Maybe we should talk, do I have any abilities you really need?"

Whether it's him or the one named Ah Luo, they inevitably gave me a feeling during the conversation that I actually have some potential value and they think it's not bad, so they plan to detain me here.

I still don't understand their world, including the so-called laws.If the Volturi are the law enforcers of the vampire world, then why haven't I been choked.

I thought of Carlyle, and I must have some important value, a capacity that even Carlyle didn't know.

Then I can only give it a try, talk to them about my reasonable existence, and if I can, I will do everything in my power to meet what they want.Then...let me go home.

I want to go back.

"So what are you going to talk about? Your abilities? Don't forget that you are only a human being, Claire." Caius stood up, and his clothes had already changed, although they were not the old and exaggerated stage clothes of Arrow , but his costume designer must have liked retro-style decorations, a bright red scarf tied around his shirt collar, and a dark teal material with a discreet white rip pattern.

Looks really expensive, obviously they have no shortage of money.

I stared blankly at his stern face, and then continued the topic, "So will I always be human?"

This question is too important. I am afraid of death, but I am even more afraid of becoming another kind of creature.Immortality seemed like a terrible curse waiting for me, without any preparation, without any understanding.

I have become accustomed to the human way of life, birth, old age, sickness and death, I can go forward even if I am afraid, and I can see the end of life, but I will never know what will happen in the next second of my future.

But the topic of vampires is beyond my imagination. I can't imagine what the aftereffects of immortality are.

For such a long time, is it going to be destroyed together with the universe?

"Don't you still understand your situation? No one can live after knowing so many secrets in this world, unless she is a person like me." Caius bowed, and he held me with one hand , with one hand behind his back, a few strands of golden hair fell from behind his ears, and his pale skin was fragile and delicate in the dark silhouette.His expression was cold and tinged with hatred. "It was the Karen family who caused your situation. If it wasn't for Carlisle's negligence that let you know their identity, maybe you wouldn't have to face this choice today. The Volturi will not let go of anyone who can threaten Hidden dangers of 'this world', you have to know that I am for your own good."

The last sentence was so soft that it was close to a sweet whisper. His voice was originally neutral, but when he slowed down, it was more like spring flowers blooming when the ice and snow broke.

In addition to the fragrance of my own hair on the tip of my nose, there is also the smell of him leaning over to approach me. The empty reception room is dim and full of colorful decorations, creating a noisy and strange indifferent tone.

I was so nervous that I curled up my toes, but I still didn't allow him to splash any dirty water on the Karen family.

"It was you who leaked it from the beginning. Your letters are full of details about the life of vampires. Newborns, who can sit still for months, hate sunlight, vampires who visit you every day, and terrible historical knowledge... ...On the first day you wrote back, you planned to kill me, or..." I suddenly felt sad, and my heart throbbed like I was about to have a heart attack. "Or force me to make this choice."

Caius pursed his lips tightly, and his lips were so red.He softened his indifferent facial expression, smiled kindly, and said in a rascal tone: "Are you blaming me? If you want, you never want to know me, know C?"

I don't know why my brain, which has not been on the strings, suddenly opened up. If my answer is yes, Caius will definitely strangle me.

Under his frighteningly gentle gaze, I shook my head with difficulty but lost my voice, I would love to say hello, nice to meet you.But this kind of lie can't even deceive trilobites. If I can be reborn again, I must go back to the year when I was eight years old and tear up all the letters written by myself at that time.

I don't want to know you at all, and I don't want to know anything about your so-called world.

"I'm glad to meet you, Claire." Caius was so close to me, his words were like a gorgeous sigh under the low tone, and the red soft light in his cold eyes was not as scary and sharp as usual.

He makes people feel harmless at this time, clean and fresh sincerity.

His fingers are so cold, so cold that they are lonely and blank, without wrinkles.

I took a deep breath and asked him very hard and seriously, "Do I have a choice? If I... don't want eternal life."

It's so stupid and bold, they're just a bunch of autocratic and disrespectful tyrants, I think I have the value to let them make a deal with me.

But I can't really regard Carlisle as a savior. If no one can save me, then I can only muster up the courage to fight for it myself.

The sharpness in Caius' eyes returned, and he spoke as fast as he was blaming the heinous criminal. "People who choose to die are cowards, Claire, living is the most important thing to you."

I looked at him silently, wanting to withdraw my hand, but he just wouldn't let go.I can't really tell what it feels like, it's exhausting, a dull sense of my body warning me.This person in front of me is dangerous, and I must be afraid.

But suddenly, I didn't want to be afraid of anything.

Maybe it's because the oxygen in my blood vessels is insufficient, and my heart has no power to make me go up and down.

Caius' gaze changed strangely, and I didn't know what he was thinking.The strangely focused sight like a scalpel gradually calmed down, and I looked at him puzzled.

Breath is each other's breath.

I blinked, and something warm rolled out of the eye socket, stinging the pupil.I closed my eyes unpreparedly, and it was dark.All of a sudden, Caius' breath became thick and cold, and my eyelids were heavy, like snowflakes melting on them.

A very light and cold kiss, on my eyes full of tears, I didn't know when, and passed quickly.

Before I could react, Caius' voice rang in my ears, "Stay in Volturi, Claire."