[Twilight] Bright sunshine

Maybe you have thought about such a scene, one day in the future, you will come to a very ancient place.There are long cobblestone roads here, the buildings of the [-]th and [-]th centuries are shrouded in clear rainwater, and the yellow stones have no dust, only the accumulation of history.

The mysterious and the ordinary face each other, and vampires pass by humans.

A man is holding an umbrella for you, wearing a black coat, his face is deathly pale, as indifferent as if his surroundings have become a barren wilderness.

I think someone should pay attention to us, this kind of incompatible color will obviously become a blurred landscape in the rain.

Caius didn't seem to care at all whether there were eyes on him. To him, people might be the same as the stones here, and he wouldn't be so bored as to notice whether there were stones looking at him.

We walked to the path at the corner of the Priori Palace, which was empty of tourists and quiet because of the rain.I can see some stones on the walls are starting to crumble. The most famous building in Volterra is the local city hall. There are so many historical sites in Italy that the car is full of ancient buildings that can apply for world heritage. Tidy it up and use it as an office.

It's really hard to say whether people are thrifty or rich.

My footsteps are always one step behind Caius. In order not to look at this guy's cold profile, I deliberately slow down my pace.The hand that he couldn't pull back, began to tremble from the cold.

I really want to ask him to wear a glove, this is very difficult.

Finally suffocating this might be the last time I'll see the sky outside, the rare opportunity for a prisoner's wind blowing, and trying to look around.

We had just passed the Piazza Priori, the flat town square, and opposite the ancient town hall was the Palace of the Magistrate with its towers, and Caius had no interest in those buildings.I dragged my eyes and wanted to go in and see it all the way. This guy must be tired of watching it, so I didn't intend to feel like a poor donkey who had never traveled to Italy.

I've heard that the city hall here has many murals, sculptures, and halls with vaulted ceilings, with bright colors and a long history.

Volterra is small and quietly located on the hills of the Tuscany wilderness, and the mountain city is full of various lanes passing through it.Outsiders will get lost in these huge stone buildings, red tile roofs, and green wooden windows surrounded by residential buildings.

It's a pity that I don't understand the Italian language, and I can't understand the labels of many things in the local area.

He could only look at the green plants growing from the cracks in the wall, Caius finally remembered that he was pulling a person instead of walking alone in the rain.

"The palace was built in 1250 (approximately) by the Volturi for the locals, and there is nothing to see except for a few murals."

Caius said coldly, and I was dragged a few steps by him before I knew he was talking about the Priori Palace, the Volturi paid for the construction of this building hundreds of years ago?

...which is definitely not history.

He didn't know what kind of living environment he grew up in, and he was obviously very serious with an expressionless face, but he looked fierce.Maybe it's because he hates his overly beautiful appearance, so he can only practice his murderous energy every day, and no one who sees him can remember his appearance immediately.

Even the work of the tour guide is explained in a murderous manner.

Then the guy continued to point to the Administrator's Palace opposite the city hall, and said with pride or contempt: "That was also built at the same time as the court of first instance. Those who have committed crimes and have dirty souls will be killed." Sent to the gallows one by one."

... History textbooks don't write about this stuff.

Caius seemed to have finally found a topic that could break the awkward silence, and he dragged me along uncontrollably, explaining to me the history of this ancient city of Volterra at a fast pace all the way.

Whether it is the Baptistery or the Religious Museum, the Buopalanti Residential Tower at the crossroads, or the park containing the relics of more than 1000 years ago, all of them were built with the help of their Volturi, funded and built by themselves.

For a few years or a few years all over the sky, I can turn around when I hear it.Those city walls, stones, slabs on the ground, and trees outside the gate all want to be marked with the words "Made by Volturi".

I am not good at European history, and I don’t know anything about Tuscany, so I can only let Caius say whatever he wants.

Yes, yes, it was all made by your family. Your family is omnipotent. The main occupation of the Volturi is actually the ancient construction team?

After showing off these buildings, Caius suddenly talked about the Arch of Arco in the ancient city of the city, "There used to be traces of war there, and the fire of war protected Volterra. I will never allow it Any heretic, sinner walks in here."

Caius laughed arrogantly, not knowing why his arrogance always made his pretty face look more arrogant. "Although humans resisted that war, but for their merits, I personally approved the Etruscan arch left as a symbol of resistance. In the future, any maintenance costs for such buildings will be borne by the Volturi Set aside, until now those humans have turned to dust, and this civil project will live on."

I have fallen into some kind of paradox again. Human beings who resist foreign enemies have merit, shouldn't those people be rewarded?Why did all the money end up in a stone gate where you can't eat or drink?

Seeing that although Caius had a cold, dead face, the suppressed triumph in his tone was indispensable.He seemed to think he was on the right side, typical of the heretics and sinners who opposed him.

I endured some harsh words, this kind of personality can be clearly seen in the letter paper, but when the real person crawls out of the letter paper... you will think, how did this strange brain structure come into being?

And I, who has maintained a relationship with this kind of weirdo for so many years, is trying to figure out what.

I racked my brains hard, hoping to cheer him up and make the excursion go more smoothly, lest I have to sneak back to the dingy Volturi castle to slap mosquitoes again.

I tried to say: "You guys are amazing, huh, when did that happen?" Could it be hundreds of years ago? I am even less familiar with the history of Volterra, except that it is located in Karna, who lives with a bunch of vampires, is basically blind in both eyes.

"4th century BC." Caius answered my question naturally, and he seemed to be in a good mood and smiled.

I have no concept of this time for a few seconds, the so-called BC-4th century?How many decades, 100 years, 300 years... BC?

BC, you personally approve?

...This is not true, I don't think this kind of time in BC should appear in my world.

The rain gradually subsided, and we had already reached the stairs. The stone walls of the houses on both sides were slightly mottled, and there were hardly any people in the alley in the dull morning.

Caius walked very lightly and slowly. He put on the hood, and a few strands of golden hair slipped out of the hat.His face is very young, his irrepressible smile looks very young, and his irritable personality also seems very young. No matter how you look at it, he feels that such old and heavy words cannot hang on his footsteps and weigh on him. The top of his head, climbing into his restless eyes.

I swallowed, and looked down at my short boots were covered with rainwater, not like Fox's mud. The cobbled road here is too clean, except for the wetness, I can't see any stains.In the end, I couldn't bear the curiosity that killed the cat, and tried to ask softly: "Then how old are you?"

I definitely don't want to be familiar with it, I just think the time he just said about history is not right.

I'm afraid that he will say that what happened 400 years ago is 400 BC. I think vampires are immortal after living for hundreds of years.

The oldest person in the Karen family was only three hundred years old, so I always thought that the Volturi should be around this time, and I would always be curious about their living conditions when I spend all day with some old antiques that are hundreds of years old.

Caius was silent for a while, his expression was very strange, it seemed that he was blank for a few seconds, this question made him a little bit stunned.

Why do you need to be in a fugue state when you think about your age?I had a bad feeling, as if I asked a topic that I couldn't ask.

Then he muttered, "Nineteen."

It is rare to see him say something so unassuming. Generally speaking, he is the kind of person who says what the world is like. Even if I say that the earth was drawn by Volturi, you have to kneel and say this is real.

A 19-year-old boy wearing antique-level aristocratic clothing?

A 19-year-old full of old history?

Mixing with a bunch of hundred-year-old vampires and a bunch of 19-year-olds who have no sense of disobedience?

Nineteen... the age when the boy had just grown up.

It's really a good time, and people are better than bonuses.

I'm too used to pursuing the irrationality of the problem. I should have put away the topic immediately and enthusiastically praised him for his youth and age, but I haven't practiced the technique of flattering and flattering before, and my brain is too slow to respond.So I continued to ask in a daze: "A 4-year-old in the 19th century BC?"

Caius' face was ugly, and he bared his lips, revealing a row of eerie white teeth.

I immediately silenced, turned my head and continued to look at those ancient walls, stairs and silent green windows that lived in a certain century.The corridor paths here are all built around the steep peaks, so the road conditions are winding and complicated, and the semi-circular structure distorts the place we walked into a phantom in the rain.

We continued to walk forward, I lowered my head and said nothing, my heart was not as calm as outside, I could clearly feel the coldness of his fingers.His strength is great to me, and I don't care about the softness of human hands, and the difference between a stone hand made of unknown substances.

I knew that I was stepping on a tightrope and could fall at any moment.I don't know what they're going to do with me, so I can only be cautious, stretching out my feet step by step, trying to step on the bottom line of this group of guys.This is really a technical job. If it is an FBI agent, in this case, it must be done differently from me.The problem was that I hadn't been trained to escape from being kidnapped and held captive, so I had no idea how to make a plan to help myself.

Could it be that my final result is either to bury the flower fertilizer, or to be clicked?

Shaking my head immediately, I must not scare myself before something happens.Even if you're surrounded by horror movies, there's hope before Sadako crawls to your feet.

Caius led me habitually to the lanes and paths, and I always saw some very delicate scenery.He is so familiar with this place, it seems that what he said is true, Volterra was designed and built by the Volturi themselves, and every brick in the city has been touched by them.

I think the 1 people living here in Caius are all dead. All these houses, buildings and land belong to the Volturi without their share. This is more overbearing and terrifying than the logic of robbers.Maybe I saw a row of roses planted on someone’s small balcony just now, all Volturi climbed out to water them at night, and the yellow puppy that was kept at the door of the house was so frightened that it whined when it saw us Calling is also raised by Volturi.

By the way, there are also grape fields at the foot of the mountain, which were also planted by Volturi.In addition to being an architect, a road builder, he went to farm, and by the way, he also served as a kidnapper.Are you Volturi too busy?

"Voltera originally belonged to Volturi, including the land below the mountain is Volturi's property." Caius continued bluntly. He felt that it was a pass away to bring me out to see his so-called property. Time for fun.

Wait, don't tell me that all the residents of Volterra are renting houses with you, and the real estate certificate in their hands is a blank piece of paper?

"What about people... people?" I finally couldn't think about it again and asked a question that would kill me. I really wanted to know if his answer would be that the humans living in Volterra were raised by us, so they also belonged to us. property?

Caius looked down at me, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his deep and smooth voice was intertwined with the sound of rain.

"The residents of Volterra will permanently accept the protection of Volturi, and there will be no vampires hunting humans here."

He paused, and with that indifferent arrogance, he said with a cold snort, "The Volturi are the protectors here."

With such a moving oath, why did he lose any good feeling when he said it.Even if it’s not sensational, don’t be murderous. Your protection won’t just be a war every now and then, or dragging out those who don’t like you and burning them to death one by one.

The rain finally stopped between the cold walls of Volterra, the gray sky gradually faded, and the hazy light gently poured down along the densely connected houses and from the ancient jagged city walls bearing the traces of war.

We have come to a street with open shops, the old yellowed old houses have been renovated, and the various handicrafts placed inside are an important reason to attract tourists.

The sun had already replaced the rain on the umbrella, and Caius didn't intend to put the umbrella away. Although he was wearing a hood, his hands and face were prone to shine when exposed to the sun.A hat is not a mask, it can even guard against oblique light.

The clothes on my body are enough to protect me from the harmless autumn sun, and an umbrella is just more secure.

A group of tourists came over, and a dozen people began to close their umbrellas, and they looked around curiously and sighing.The old small town is enough to make people go back to the glorious history of the Middle Ages. It is steep and difficult to climb, half floating in the air.

The guide led the group of passers-by very familiarly, and he announced loudly in English: "In 15 minutes, we will leave Volterra for Siena."

Caius didn't look sideways. The tourists are also Volterra's frequent visitors. He doesn't need to have a good look at this group of people.

My heart skipped a beat, and my breathing couldn't keep up with Caius' footsteps.He stopped, his face calm and indifferent, and then he began to ask: "Claire?"

When I realized what I had done, I was a little bit in disbelief.I stopped dead in front of an alabaster shop, so strong that Caius had to break a bone in my hand to drag me away.

Rubbing the ground with my feet nervously, I wondered whether to speak, but some thoughts forced me. Courage and stupidity are often twin brothers, and you can't tell the difference.

I whispered: "I want to see." Very tentatively uncertain, I quickly looked up at him, and reiterated, "Look at those things." The fingers moved nervously, trying to bend but were tightly surrounded by his hands.

Caius glanced disapprovingly at the handmade shops, obviously he felt that it was not classy to walk in there, not worthy of his noble status as a big landowner.He didn't have the slightest interest in things made of handicrafts or alabaster, but he didn't force me to go, just said: "If you need jewelry, there are many in the collection room in the castle, or you can choose Etrus craftsman Handmade gold and silver jewelry, these rough things have no ornamental value."

Etrusus...another antique from centuries BC?

What is a rough handmade thing? Do you suffer from the disease of dying if you don't show off?Hanging jewelry casually on the body, that kind of wealth is really... a prodigal.

I hear my heart beating faster again, breathing a bit heavily, praying I look normal.I'm still struggling to stop, where is the bottom line of Caius, I want to try.After finally leaving the Volturi base camp with no way out, I couldn't just be dragged back without trying anything.

He finally let go of my hand, and then handed me the umbrella in his hand, and the sun became brighter.

The whole of Volterra is surrounded by golden yellow, and the blue sky occupies the haze of the rainy day just now.Caius still didn't plan to go into those shops that girls liked, maybe he sat in a high position for too long, which made him feel that he was demeaning even if he was close to the people.He was standing in the shadow of an old house with dark yellow walls and balconies. There was a deep alley beside the house.

Before letting me go, he touched my face with his hand, so that I couldn't take my eyes off him, "10 minutes, Claire, if I don't see enough, I'll give it to you."

His hands are cold, let me freeze.I was already in a trance with nervousness, so I nodded.Immediately shook his head again, don't give me that thing, you won't get paid for nothing.

Caius smiled, stepped back and stood in the shadows.His breath is cold and silent, as long as no one pays attention to this side, he will not be found.

I held the umbrella and moved back slowly and steadily at a very steady speed.The sun began to appear under the shadow of the umbrella, and I looked at the face of Caius under the hood, and the darkness and sharpness returned to his eyes.I suddenly didn't dare to turn around, I felt that he would pounce on him at any moment, like a wild beast hunting for prey.

The group of tourists had just come out of the shop when the voice of their guide reappeared, shouting the notice to leave, the car was already up at the door, just follow them, squeeze into the car and run out of Volterra.

The sun is so bright, unique to Tuscany's sun.

He didn't have an umbrella, and his hooded coat wasn't enough to cover every inch of his skin.Must not risk being in the light, I bet he can't draw attention here.

Volterra was his home, if I guessed right.Caius will never destroy the peace here, neither can he, he is the protector here.

Tourists walked past me with guides, and I was lost in the crowd.This was the first time I felt safe when I came here. The umbrella was put away by me, and I was exposed to the sun. Even being disfigured by the sun could not stop my urge to blend in with this group of people.

Caius' countenance changed, his calm replaced by a terrible black lust.He was warning me not to do stupid things and stand in a corner where there is no sunlight.

When the last tourist walked past me, I clutched my clothes at the chest and followed them without fear.I wish to leave Volterra, to leave Volturi.

We stood in the sun and Caius couldn't get through.

He can't rush to catch me at the risk of being exposed, and he can't kill anyone. This man said it himself, and no vampire hunting is allowed here.

I almost want to rush into these tourists, I am eager to see the crowd.The tour guide walked in the front and didn't notice that I was mixed in. A few tourists smiled at me very friendly, and they seemed to welcome me to join the team.

I grinned at them, the sun began to gain weight on my face, and my skin would turn red and burn unbearably. This is a process that takes time, and I know where my limit is.

"Claire." Caius' furious voice sounded behind me, his call was full of hostility and command.

The sound was so close that I thought he was jumping.Turning around quickly, I saw Caius lifted his black hood, and with a vile and sinister smile on his lips, he walked to the junction of shadow and sunlight.He didn't intend to stop his steps, staring at me horribly.

A few tourists turned back curiously at the sound, and my fearlessness was replaced by fear as these people noticed him.Don't look at him, don't find him different, don't know he's a vampire.

Caius seemed to say something to me silently, I couldn't understand, he took a step forward, and the sun climbed up his straight trouser legs.That scene came back to my life, the dead bodies all the way to the library.

Someone had noticed him, but Caius was confident, he was not afraid of the sun at all.I am the one who is afraid of the sun.

Before he was about to take another step and let himself fully embrace the sun, I had already pushed those people away with all my strength and rushed over frantically.I really started to get scared, afraid that I couldn't run fast enough.I couldn't even shout a word to tell him not to come out, all my strength was spent running.

Caius was waiting for me, like he was waiting for the prey to hit the tree by itself, so he could laugh at this stupid rabbit named Claire.

My whole body seemed to fall from a high place and hit him hard. I nervously grabbed his scarf and his clothes and said loudly, "Go in, go in."

Let no one see that you shine, and let none of them violate your laws.

Caius immediately hugged me, this kind of hug was mutual, and I hugged him desperately, hugging a piece of ice.I kept saying, tremblingly, "Don't go out, no one sees you, really."

So please...don't kill.

My fingernails were about to snap off the muscles in his back, I pinched so hard the tourists didn't see him, none of them.

Caius walked into the alley with me in his arms. Inside was a staircase, which finally lost the sunlight.

I was still in a state of nervousness and fear, and I didn't dare to let go of my hand, because I was worried that he would rush out and kill the tourists.

"Please, don't kill anyone, don't kill anyone..." I buried my head next to his neck, lost all strength, kept chanting with my hair dizzy, and dared not let him go no matter how painful my fingers were.

A liar, a habit of lying, clearly saying that he wants to protect Volterra, and clearly saying that he cannot kill people here.

I was so wronged that I said blankly: "Don't kill people."

I couldn't see Caius' expression, but his hand touched my hair, and he hid me deeper in his arms.

Then he hugged me and walked into the dark alley steps, the sun was far away from us.