Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

The heavy rain lasted all night. Due to the terrain, the cave was still dry and there was no water pouring in, but the temperature was extremely low.Lan Yan didn't know whether he fainted or fell asleep last night, it should be the former, when he woke up he felt very bad, his mouth was dry, his brain was dizzy as if water had entered, and the breath he exhaled was also Very hot.

The sky was getting bright, and the group of vampires should have left, so he went to check on Becky's situation immediately.

Becky was lying on his lap, her eyes were closed tightly, and her clothes were already half dry. He patted her face lightly, and whispered nervously: "Your Highness, Your Royal Highness Becky." Becky tilted her head , with sunken cheeks and eye sockets, without any energy. "Your Highness?" He shook his hand and put it under Becky's nose.

Not breathing.

"Your Highness!" Lan Yan hugged her thin face and burst into tears. She died like this, and died in his arms like this. How could he fall asleep last night.He cried so much that he was about to pass out, and he kept blaming himself for being so useless, but he didn't notice that Becky's body was still soft. "Your Highness, I'm sorry, woo woo woo."

After crying for a while, Lan Yan put Becky down, and after arranging her body, she stood up, didn't take two steps, and fell to the ground again.Looking at the rain on the weeds at the entrance of the cave, his eyes gradually blurred, and he knew that he had a serious fever.No one came, no one came to rescue them, Torredo and Adrienne may have been killed last night, and Winster, who was still more than a month's drive away in Saint Cherier, no one came to rescue them , Thinking of this, he cried again in despair, perhaps, both he and Becky were destined to die in this small cave...

That was, in summer, he was sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor under the eaves, and the scorching hot air hit him one after another. The dog lying beside him was so hot that it stuck out its tongue and made a wheezing sound. Playing with it for a while, a slender woman in a suspender dress walked towards him barefoot, holding a freshly cut watermelon in her hand, the fresh and sweet smell of red melon dispelled the summer In the heat, he couldn't see her face clearly, but he heard himself calling his mother.

"Go, take a piece to my brother, he is doing his homework in the room."

The woman gave him a piece of watermelon, and he quickly stretched out his small hand, holding the big cold watermelon in both hands, drooling unceasingly, he really wanted to bite into it right now.

"Hurry up." The woman smiled. "Little greedy cat, hurry up and send it to brother, the rest are yours."

"Okay." He heard himself answer, his voice softer than now. He ran on the wooden floor in a 'dengdengdeng' manner, his two short legs were tossing around quickly, and he was protecting the piece of watermelon with both hands.

Pushing open the door, a gust of cool air blew over. The air conditioner was turned on inside, unlike the scorching heat outside. A young man was sitting behind a desk in front of the window, writing something.

"Brother, eat watermelon." He shouted.

"Don't eat." The boy said coldly without raising his head.

"Eat it, it's delicious, this is just cut by my mother." He walked to him and said.

"Don't eat, you have to play outside, don't disturb me here."

"Oh." Xiao Lanyan lowered her head, looked at the still sweet watermelon, pursed her mouth aggrievedly, and walked out of the room slowly.

There was no one in the corridor, and the dog was gone, so he yelled hastily. "Mom, Mao Mao, where have you been?"

The courtyard was empty, the koi in the pool were wagging their tails, the wind gently blew through the tops of the magnolia trees, and the leaves made rustling sounds.

He suddenly became frightened, and hugged the piece of watermelon, crying and searching for it. "Mom, Mao Mao, woo woo woo." His mother and puppy were gone.The Chinese-style house is huge. He walked through corridors, running wildly, and finally slipped, and the watermelon he cared for fell out and fell on the gray wooden floor. It was broken, splashed, and the juice spread like blood, and the air seemed to be filled with the stench of blood.

He screamed loudly and finally curled up hard.So desperate, why, why don't you want me...

A slender white hand stretched out from behind him, gently resting on his young shoulder. "Oh, who is this? I cried like this after a while when I couldn't find my mother. Our Yanyan is really a little baby who hasn't been weaned yet." She coaxed him softly with an extremely gentle voice.

He opened his eyes blurred with tears, even though the face was right in front of him, he still couldn't see her face clearly, but he could imagine her smiling and doting on him full of tenderness. "Mom." He firmly held the woman's fingers. "Where did you go?"

The woman didn't answer him, but just picked him up and said softly, "Yanyan's clothes are dirty again."

"Mom, my brother won't eat watermelon." He pointed to the broken watermelon on the floor, where the nanny was already kneeling and cleaning the floor with cleaning tools.

"It's okay, Yanyan, do you want to eat watermelon?" The woman walked with him in her arms, her flaxen long curly hair swaying rhythmically with her elegant walking posture.

"Yes!" he replied loudly.

"Okay, we still have a lot..." The woman giggled, her voice was as beautiful as a crisp silver bell.

"Smoke, smoke." In the cave, Becky cried anxiously and painfully. She had just wetted a handkerchief in the small puddle outside, and twisted it on Lan Yan's dry lips.

Lan Yan was lying on the ground, his cheeks were flushed with heat, and Becky kept wiping his handkerchief with water to cool him down.

"Smoke. Hurry up and wake up." Last night, because she was too tired and in pain, she entered a brief dormancy. The vampire in dormancy, her body temperature dropped, her heartbeat and breathing stopped, and she cultivated enough strength for her body to wake up. will wake up by itself.But her current situation is also very bad. She wakes up not because her strength has fully recovered, but because she is about to give birth, and the blood on the skirt proves this.

And with the loss of blood during childbirth, her physical strength will be weakened even more. She needs new nass grass, or human blood, otherwise she may not be able to persist in giving birth to a child, carrying the child, and dying of dystocia together. True death, the soul dies with RT.

Lan Yan frowned, and tears flowed out.

"Smoke!" Becky leaned helplessly against the cave wall. "I need your help, wake up quickly." She tugged at her blood-stained skirt, crying and screaming.

"Go to sleep, baby." In the dream, after eating, Xiao Lanyan was lying in her mother's arms, being rocked by her, while he gently pulled her hair with his little hands. It felt so good, as if she had been icy cold The hesitant heart was soaked in warm water, and there was warmth and peace of mind, that is, the feeling of being loved.

"Smoke!" The female voice screamed, her voice was full of pain, and his heart became restless again.

Who was it, who was calling him all the time, he tried hard to open his eyes wide.The woman finally lowered her head and kissed his soft cheek, the pleasant fragrance of her hair enveloped him, don't, don't go, mother, he struggled to stretch out his hand, trying to touch her cheek, but in the end he hung down powerlessly.

His whole body was sore, his chest was scorching as if it was on fire, and every breath he took was excruciatingly painful, only a comfortable coolness came from his forehead.

"Smoke." Becky cried weakly, the cave was already full of the smell of blood.

Lan Yan opened his eyes uncomfortably.

"Smoke. Help me find the new nass grass. I'll wait for you here," she said.

Lan Yan turned her head and saw Becky lying in a pool of blood, holding a baby still stained with mother's blood in her arms.

"Your Highness!" Before he had time to think about why Becky came back to life, he happily propped up his weak body and crawled towards her with hands and feet.

"Smoke, I, I need new nass grass." Becky was struggling to speak, her skin was dead white, and her deep-set eyes made her look like a tortured corpse.

"Okay, okay, I'll go find it for you, you must hold on until I come back." Lan Yan nodded quickly.

Becky looked at him with longing eyes, and her white fangs protruded from her pale lips. "You, hurry up, I'm worried, I'm worried that I won't last long."

Lan Yan stared at her, her eyes watered, she turned her head cruelly, and stood up while leaning against the wall. It was strange, why hadn't his tears dried up yet.

He walked out of the cave under Becky's expectant eyes, found a sharp stone shaped like a blade at the entrance of the cave, and returned to the cave.Under Becky's blank and puzzled gaze, he cut his wrist vigorously and put it on the top of Becky's dry lips. "Drink, Your Highness," he said.

"No, no, smoke, I can't drink your blood." She lay powerlessly, obviously she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand, but she still closed her mouth, shook her head, and refused, but what appeared in her eyes was Deeply longing, she is trying to suppress the restlessness and desire of the beast with reason and kindness.

She's such a stupid vampire, isn't she?But it's so sad, so pitiful.

"Drink, Your Highness." He forcefully opened Becky's mouth, letting blood flow into her thirsty throat. "I hope this will give you the strength to wait until I return."

Becky's tears flowed down. The vampire's body structure made her yearn for blood, and she urgently needed to absorb the power to maintain life from the blood. Her pale lips were bright red because of the blood, and her eyes were more energetic than before.

"That's enough, that's enough, that's enough, Yan, you need a good bandage." She tried her best to shake off her desire for blood, turned her head and refused.

Lan Yan wrapped his torn wrist with a handkerchief, clenched his teeth, and fastened it tightly. He stood up slowly, but his eyes were still dizzy. He stabilized and said to Becky: "Your Highness, you wait I."

He leaned on the wall, staggered out of the cave, and looked at the surrounding environment. The heavy rain last night washed away their previous traces, but when he left, he was still worried. He brought some fallen leaves and scattered them at the entrance of the cave. Fearing that those who chased them would come again, and Becky and her baby had no resistance.

It is daytime now. After the storm last night, the sun came out, and the light in the forest was much brighter. His sense of direction was not bad, so he picked up the wooden stick in his hand and walked towards the mine, where Winster would meet them. The people, and the new nas grass, just go there, and they can be saved.

As he walked, he fell and tried to get up again. Becky was still waiting for him, and he needed to be quicker.

The author has something to say:

Do you believe me when I say tomorrow will be Saturday?

I don't know if I can do it, but try hard, after all, I have to go to work tomorrow.

Winster: Yanyan, let me love you.