[Twilight] Bright sunshine

One day, I will forget how to walk with my feet.Caius likes to go too fast, and he never gave me a chance to get down and walk.Also, in his eyes, my walking speed, including running speed, might be crawling.

I really don't understand the building structure here, the maze-like roads, you can pass wherever you go, and sometimes you don't know whether he is going up or floating down.We entered a tunnel-like passage, immediately dark and cool from behind a vaulted-ceilinged nave, two rows of massive marble Corinthian columns supporting the road ahead.

Under the light of the campfire, the beautiful and curly buttercup leaf patterns on the top of the column are intricately overlapping and enchanting.

From the beginning, there was no modern lighting equipment at all, and there was a bonfire every few meters, burning brightly.

The blurred and ancient atmosphere comes from the cracks in the stones and the Greek-style pillars. In the corners, the naked portraits with arms thrown off reveal the strong muscles carved by the hands of the artist like a miracle.

Time stands still, no longer moving forward.I have an illusion that the more we go inside, the time is going backwards and turning yellow and burnt.

Caius's temperament is surprisingly consistent with this place. His pale skin, cold expression, and haughty and ruthless eyes cannot be cultivated in a modern greenhouse.On the contrary, it is like carrying a gun and hanging a sword from a certain historical picture scroll of wars and ancient sites, riding a war horse full of bloody air, trampling down all the weak, and rushing out fiercely, stepping into this era that does not belong to him .

19 years old... In which era is 19 years old.Are you sure that BC wasn't a slip of the tongue?

Caius quickly slid through the hall-like corridor, the four walls and the ceiling were covered with murals of Greek mythology.The colors are bright and colorful, and they are yellow and thick under the firelight, looking down on us with the glory of the past.

Before he drifted around the corner, I heard a sound so familiar that it made my skin crawl, the sound of rain.

In this world where there is only the occasional sound of sparks from the bonfire, almost everything is silent, like a tomb, the sound of rain is so obvious.I thought that after being dragged in, I would have no chance to hear this sound.

At the end of the narrow side corridor, infinitely extended into a semi-circular hall. The vastness of the hall is like an endless wilderness. A huge candle chandelier hangs from the ceiling painted with angels pilgrimage.

I was shocked by these magnificent architectural structures. In the center of the hall is a curved marble fountain.The first time I saw standing on the fountain, the statue of the Goddess, who was wearing a sharp coat, stepped into the clear fountain water with a murderous look. The spear in the right hand split the head of the dragon, and the golden round shield in the left hand was raised above the head. Carrying victory in destiny.

Water gushes up from the pool and splashes onto her marble face.The cold eyes with angry cruelty, the sentimental description of the colorless stream of lost tears on her face.But like blood, the blood of the enemy soaked the Greek white clothes, and the gauze skirt was winding all over the place.

A work of art, a work of art brought to life.

It is not something that can be made by modern handicrafts at all, and the water from the fountain is like the sound of rain.I almost forgot where I was, and my eyes were occupied by the lifelike statue in front of me, which was more than ten meters high.Come to Europe once, just seeing this fountain is worth all the fare.

Caius seemed to dislike my look of a bumpkin. He said habitually, "It's just a statue of Athena." He paused for two seconds after he finished speaking, his expression was blank after careful thought, and then he seemed to barely remember it. Said: "I still remember that guy named Michelangelo, who didn't know what Ah Luo liked about him at all, and even pardoned his crimes, just let him go because he carved a few pieces of this broken stone."

After finishing speaking, Caius bared his lips impatiently, "Even if the artistic talent is high, it is not enough to offset his danger to us. That fellow Alona will not distinguish between right and wrong when he sees talented humans."

Although he said disdainfully that it was a broken stone, in fact he still had the ability to appreciate it, although he wanted to hang the sculptor to death.

I thought of the esoteric drafts of historical studies, art appreciation books, Greek plays, and so on that he sent me, just old-fashioned hobbies.Maybe I really admire that Michelangelo...the three masters of the Renaissance...the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries?

Your 19 years old is too long.

I decided to ignore the question of age as much as possible in the future, I am afraid that the answer will be more like a thriller than he knew Michelangelo.

Caius quickly walked through the hall and the fountain, and soon saw the black gate facing the fountain, with a V logo that was exactly the same as his necklace.

The doors are cast iron, atrocious in thickness and material.With the white statue of Athena, it sets off a kind of collision effect between rigidity and rigidity.

He walked over and kicked the door open, and the door opened pitifully with a deep and desolate rubbing sound.

Walking in, the stone vestibule covered with gray animal skins, the flames radiate heat from the oil lamps on the wall.In a dark corner hung a skeleton of a wolf's head and a bronze knife and halberd.In the weak sunlight, there is a whole row of bookshelves as high as the ceiling, and books of various lengths and thicknesses are densely packed together.

Below the bookshelf is a huge wooden table, on which are placed various old-looking volumes, quill pens and ink bottles.I even saw a small golden harp placed on the table as an ornament.

Caius returned to his place and walked directly to the table.Many books rolled off the bookshelves because they couldn't fit, and piled up under the bookshelves to look like hills.He swept the books away with his feet, and finally swept out a chair.

I look at those big-headed books with yellowed pages, thick leather and hard boards that are rolled aside, and they are scattered around pitifully, and I always feel that it is a waste.

They don't deserve to be kicked and kicked in this dark, dark place, but they should be cared for in the Harvard Library or the British Museum.

To Caius, these rolling books were not as good as the chair he wanted. He pulled everything off the chair and stuffed me into it.I immediately sat upright, as rigid as a straight stone.The chair was very big and tall, and it was not at all custom-made for someone my height.My drooping foot quickly touched something, the books.A few books were still spread out, and the letters on them were in very beautiful handwriting. I looked at those letters and didn't recognize any of them.

Carefully move the foot away, and finally simply curled up on the chair.There is no way, there are books under my feet, and it is very stressful for me to step on these pronouns of knowledge.

Caius squinted at me, he sneered, his expression was typical, you bumpkin who has no experience, you bumpkin who has never seen good things... I suppressed my brain, this kind of disdainful attitude, usually must be There are many people who want to beat him to death but can't find a chance, so they can only suffocate themselves to death in the end.

"You will stay here for me from now on, and you can't leave my sight without my consent." Caius said sharply, then turned and walked to the row of bookshelves, his eyes swept sharply, and he jumped up three or four times Meters, stretched out his hand and pulled out a large sixteen-page book several centimeters thick from the bookshelf.

He fell to the ground without a sound, and threw the book to me very smoothly. If I hadn't reacted quickly and turned sideways, it would not have been the chair that was hit by the murder weapon weighing several kilograms, and the back of the chair would have made a vibrating sound.

I stared at the book dumbfounded, the force could make me vomit blood.Caius seemed to realize that the strength he used was wrong, and then he looked at the book with a cold face, as if he was not the one who threw the book as a weapon just now.

"Reading." Caius walked to the table without hesitation, slapped a stack of thick volumes on the table, picked up a quill pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote on the opened paper pick up something.

I noticed that the desk was so high that he could write while standing up.

The chairs were all used to cushion the bottom of the books. It is certain that he seldom sat down, and he should always be standing.

I dragged the book he had thrown into my arms, and the sun shone through some holes and fell beside me, the light was negligibly dim.And the firelight on the wall is very unstable, dancing with the darkness from far and near, there is no time to provide me with enough brightness.

I fumbled to open the book, and the first page was covered by the black V-shaped emblem of the crown on the head. I think this is the family emblem of Volturi, and this pattern appears here from time to time.

The book is very thick and heavy, and the characters are very small and thin. I can only read the sketches on the whole page.

Caius quickly flashed past me, took out a certain book from the bookshelf, flipped through a few pages at random, and then suddenly appeared beside the table, continuing to dip in ink and swiping past in a straight line.

With this writing speed, it's no wonder that I look down on those who type on the keyboard.

I tried to lower my head to delve into the uninhabited letters, and finally I had to give up looking at the picture.The first picture is a detailed sketch of Volterra. The small city on the hill is carefully drawn as a whole, and the towers and ancient city walls are beautifully drawn.

Could this be a guidebook introducing Volterra?

Keep going, it's a vampire.

I can't tell the real meaning of this painting. Two vampires stand in front of a long stone table, with grumpy and ferocious faces, and the tense atmosphere is mainly expressed in their grinning mouths.

Caius would sometimes stop for a few seconds, his eyes almost fixed on the letters on the books.Suddenly, he flipped over so quickly that he couldn't see clearly, he slid his finger down the paper to find something, and when he found it, the quill pen in his hand quickly swipe across.

It turns out that he usually uses a quill pen. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him walking around, never calming down for a moment.

If his working status is like this, one person can basically do the work of several people.

Continue to flip through the book, not sure what I'm looking at, the next picture is extremely cruel.A sun sets in the distant skyline, close-ups are full of stumps and heads, and many vampires have fallen down.As for the standing ones, all turned their backs to the broken corpses and looked at the setting sun.

The drawing of the picture is powerful and crazy, breaking out a cruel meaning of gray and white.

I quickly raised my eyes, the place was so quiet and depressing, only the sound of Caius writing.When he was looking for books, he didn't make a sound at all, and you could see an afterimage drifting by. The used books or some kind of information books would be put on the bottom of the bookshelf. put it back.

In this scene, how can there be a weird illusion that he is working and I am a waste.

Caius stopped his movements. He straightened his body, which was bent down because of writing, and looked sideways at the door.A man in a gray cloak soon appeared. I followed his gaze and found that it was Dmitri who I had only seen this morning.

Dmitri walked in awkwardly, Caius and I must have looked very dark and unfriendly.Caius glared at him probably because he appeared inappropriately and disturbed his work status.And what I was staring at was the bed on his shoulders, which was exaggerated even if viewed sideways. Dmitry easily carried an antique bed that was several times bigger than himself on his shoulders.

The bed looks very gorgeous, with delicate wood materials, and the traditional European-style four-posts have natural patterns of wood.The head of the bed is a delicately carved hollow flower, which is so magnificent that it makes people's eyes twitch.

Dmitry felt that he should explain. He shrugged pretending to be indifferent. The weight of the bed did not bother him at all with this helpless action.He said: "Ah Luo asked me to change it. He felt that if Claire wanted to move the room, maybe...the modern things I just bought would not be suitable. Modern, white mattresses, boxy and not aesthetically pleasing A hard bed, you know."

He pursed his lips to show his innocence, and then said with a seemingly expressionless face, but with a lot of small expressions: "This is a picture hundreds of years ago, probably, some guy who was the queen of England slept. Yes, I heard that it is very expensive. Of course it is very sturdy, it looks." Dmitry was a little skeptical whether the word sturdy was correct, anyway, he didn't use it, which allowed him to continue to fool around irresponsibly, "It's a nice bed .”

So, what exactly do you mean by that?Is this a very firm and nice bed?That's a pretty good sales pitch.

"Sent by Ah Luo?" Caius didn't seem dissatisfied, although his expression was as cold as ever. "Put it in."

Dmitry stepped in quickly, and there was an arched door there, which could lead to a deeper place.

If you think this is the end, you're naive.

Dmitry was probably still struggling with where to put the bed when another man appeared, a man I had never seen before.He was very big, and Dmitri wore the same gray clothes a little loosely, so the man in front of him could hold up all his coats and wear them as tights.

What he was carrying was a dresser of the same color and style as the bed. On the dresser was an oval vanity mirror, and two black Gothic-style chairs were hanging in his hands.

Caius simply called him Felix, and he asked, "What did Ro say?"

"These are what ladies need, a noble and beautiful dressing table for little angels..." Felix, with short black hair and strong Kongwu, stiffly swallowed the damned title of "little angel", because Kaie Si's quill pen directly j□j into the three-centimeter roll of paper, this action makes people shudder.

He immediately followed the chair and dresser into the arched door without looking back.

Caius didn't know, so he smiled, which was weird and distorted.

I flipped through the book with trembling fingers, and this page was even more terrifying.A vampire wearing a V-shaped necklace, who may be a member of the Volturi, is carrying a child. The fire has burned more than half of the page, and there are already children struggling and crying in the flames... Is this actually a vampire horror novel?

The vampires painted in it have no fangs, but they are clearly different from humans.In order to express the details, the painter will highlight the eyes and the teeth in the mouth.

No human eye can be that dark, and no one has sharper teeth than a vampire, even if a vampire's teeth look almost the same as a human's.

Soon, Jane also came.Her long black dress fluttered lightly with every step she took, holding a box inlaid with gems in her hand, her indifferent eyes did not have any necessary small emotions, and her angelic face carried a dark and evil look. "The master asked me to bring it."

Caius' attitude was very unreasonable. He didn't even look at Jane, but simply pointed to the door with the quill in his hand.Jane didn't say anything, and just floated in.

"Some jewels," Caius said suddenly.

Are you talking to me?I looked down at the book, and suddenly the pressure increased inexplicably.

Why do I think Ah Luo's old pervert... he can read minds, don't scold him, he will die ugly, he looks like he is going to watch a drama, so he brought a lot of props.

This kind of European antique furniture, does he think he is setting up the stage of Romeo and Juliet?

And Dmitri and those guys, why didn't they plan to come out after they went in? Maybe they were still having a meeting inside to discuss how to arrange the bed and dresser?

Alec didn't wait for me to finish the Burning Baby ghost story, and walked in with the mattress quilt on his back and two chair cushions under his arm.

He said blankly: "Ah Luo said that these need to be used, cough." For some reason, he worked hard with a sullen face.

Caius didn't even pay attention to him, he returned to his working state and walked to my side at a strangely slow speed, the walking speed of human beings was indeed very slow for him.He stood by the chair and began to rummage through the mess of books with one hand.

I hugged the book tremblingly, lowered my head and pretended that it was a peerless work, with a serious attitude that I would lose money if I missed a second of reading.

These pictures... more and more like the scene of a ghost movie.

Alec seemed to be a little confused, although he had a serious face, he moved two steps, and immediately dodged when Caius ignored him.

Caius finally took out the book he wanted, patted the dust on it rudely, and said impatiently, "It's so troublesome."

...It would not be troublesome to build an iron cage and throw me in it to starve to death.I curse him silently, this guy doesn't seem to be able to read minds.

Caius turned his head and glanced at the book in my hand, frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "I just saw this?"

This kind of ferocious book, turning a few more pages can cause nightmares.Holding the book in my arms, I shrank back from the chair as much as possible, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

"This is the history of the Volturi. Summarize what you read first." His tone was always close to that of an order, impersonal, and wasting that good voice in vain.

I was at a loss for a while, wondering if it would be too late for me to tell the truth. The problem is that I couldn’t summarize after reading a few pages of pictures.Oh, the artist is very powerful, and his sketching skills are first-rate. He uses the fewest lines to express the most accurate artistic effect of your group of inhuman horrors.

"The picture is very good." Under the pressure of his eyes, I whispered.

Caius looked at me, he pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, and snorted "En" from his nose.

Then I fell silent and had nothing to say.

"That's it?" If I don't believe me, I can see this effect, he suddenly appeared in front of me, and took the book from my hand.I was so scared by him that I threw my head back and hit the back of the chair.

He closed the book hard and threw it aside, put his hands on the handles on both sides of the chair, trapping me in the chair. "Go on, Claire."

I looked at his red rabbit eyes close at hand, and his icy mint breath all over me, I couldn't help holding my breath and shaking my head.

"We discovered Volterra 3000 years ago, when Tyrnoy... the Etruscans worshiped us as gods, Tuscany, Lazio, and Umbria were all in Volturi Under the rule. Until now, we have secretly controlled most of Italy. The Pope of the Vatican is one of the humans that Aro agrees to know our secrets. We have a non-disclosure agreement with the church for nearly 1000 years. Hunting."

Caius spoke softly to me about things that never existed in those history books. He didn't seem to think that it was inappropriate for me to know so much.

I stared at him, because he was getting closer and closer to me as he talked, and I leaned on the back of the chair with no way out.

"Continue, what's the next one?" He started, asking me to recite the content of the following pages.

I tried to shake my head, always feeling uncomfortable in this position, his face was a few centimeters away from me, as calm as marble.

He wasn't breathing and seemed to be holding it like I was.

"It's Romania, that's a group of hopelessly stupid, cruel and crazy vampires." Caius' eyes were filled with some kind of weird eagerness, and he almost let his lips touch the corner of my mouth, and he could only speak when he spoke. He could clearly feel his cold breath passing.

Are there vampires who are more vicious than you?doubt.

I really couldn't retreat, and this kind of contact provoked my impulsive and sensitive nerves.I slapped my hands out more horrified than reading that ghost story book, and slapped Caius' face, don't come here again, I will yell.

His face was really cold and hard, and I grinned and said, "I don't know those words, just look at the pictures."

Caius froze for a moment, his face was ugly, he took my hand away and said viciously, "Why don't you know me, it's just Greek."

Are those distorted letters Greek?I was not born in Greece, so is it a crime not to know this script?You tyrant.

"Start learning now." Caius looked at me critically. In his eyes, I might have become illiterate.

I really have nothing to say about his arbitrariness. In fact, if you don’t learn it, you don’t learn it. Multilingualism is also a way out in the future. I heard that talents who can speak multiple languages ​​are very popular.

Now I can master at least one Chinese and one English. Does Volturi still teach Greek for free?

This idea is a bit of bittersweet, I think I am entertaining myself.

"In short, in order to protect the safety and future development of us and all of our kind, we—" Caius emphasized the tone of this sentence proudly," Volturi defeated those brainless idiots, and the victory will always belong here .” He put his hand on the necklace, and under his palm was the V-shaped pendant.

You are so great, are you sure these histories are not sales flyers written by the victors?

I don't have the courage to question his words. Anyway, these histories are not my high school test papers, so he can do whatever he says.

Regarding the ignorance and ignorance on my face, the more Caius looked at it, the more he felt that I was full of shortcomings.Perhaps he would have preferred the Greek god of war outside the door, the woman representing wisdom and war.

"You should know some common sense. I, including all vampires, are poisonous, if you think the liquid that can transform you is poisonous."

Caius changed the subject. For some reason, I always felt that he looked very malicious, because his smile was a little naughty, which may be a matter of temperament.No matter how you look at it, some people look like bad people.

"These venoms flowed through my body. They changed my genes, destroyed all the fragile cells that represent human beings, and reshaped every part of the body." Caius smiled mockingly, "It's like devoting yourself to ***, you must win, overwhelm this pain, and get rid of your fragile body once and for all."

I don't quite understand the emotion on his expression, the emotion under that distorted ironic attitude is very heavy.

Caius continued: "Now, the most concentrated place of venom is the teeth, which have well-developed venom glands. As long as my teeth cut anywhere, the liquid will bleed out and enter your blood vessels. Genetic modification. Whether it's your fingers, or..."

He held my hand, and I flinched back desperately, afraid that he might not want to take a bite.

Caius didn't like my little strength, he turned his head away, with a gloomy face and said nothing.

After a while, Jane walked out first in a serious manner.Followed by the same serious Alec, Felix, and Dmitri, everyone came out solemnly and nodded to Caius, and the object of their salute pressed me on the chair. This scene... catching rape in the chair?

After saluting without squinting, the group of guys quickly ran to the gate and disappeared in front of our eyes.

After seeing them leave, Caius relaxed his restraint on me, as if he was about to stand up and walk away.I just breathed a sigh of relief, the cold hand held my chin, this man's breath entangled fiercely, I have never found the temperature of my lips so warm, his coldness is a little wet on my lips .

I can't accurately describe what kind of kiss it was, it was so sudden and unguarded.

He opened his mouth and licked my lips tentatively but gently.I started shaking completely uncontrollably.

Those words are still in my ears, into my head.His teeth are very sharp and can easily crush many things. His mouth is full of venom. As long as his teeth scratch a little skin in my mouth, the venom can enter my blood.

I didn't dare to move, he pushed an inch, deepening this incredible contact.He doesn't seem to know much about how to kiss people, and his actions don't match his irritable personality, with a gentleness that is extra cautious.

My breath is full of his breath. Vampires are like the most perfect predators. Everything on them is close to your aesthetics all the time. It is clean and fresh. Every movement and every smell is to lure the prey to love. on him.

I ordered myself not to struggle, absolutely not to make any big moves.His fangs are on my lips, and as he deepens the kiss, I see the black in the center of his red pupils about to burn as well.

Very cold, like the kiss of a poisonous snake, poisonous, crushing all your resistance.

This kind of entanglement made me suffocate, and I couldn't tell who was breathing more heavily between us.

I told myself, this is a polite kiss, this is just a friendly kiss to meet, this kiss does not mean anything.So you must not move, don't let his teeth touch the mucous membrane in your mouth, don't let him bite and bleed, this is a polite kiss!

So don't stick your tongue in there, you pervert.