[Comprehensive British and American] vampires modern daily life

When Eunice followed the man who called himself "Captain America" ​​into the mothership of the Avengers, her long black hair was still stained with a few traces of mud, and her curvaceous body was not naked, but she was still walking. Not coy, nor uncomfortable with the surprised or admiring looks from the S.H.I.E.L.D. staff in the mothership.

After all, she has seen too many such eyes for thousands of years.

Her eyesight is amazing. When she first stepped into the cabin, she had already looked carefully inside the huge mothership floating in the air, so she didn't have any curious expression on her face, just staring at the man standing beside Captain America. The bald, one-eyed black man in front of him took a look and then turned his gaze.

After sleeping underground for so many years, suddenly being woken up by someone, I couldn't help but feel a little hungry.

"I think you need this." Before the visitor came close to her, she had already reached out and grabbed the visitor's wrist reflexively, her mind was in a state of confusion for a few seconds, and she had slowly developed it after living in the human world for thousands of years. Only then did her control gradually recover, she let go of her hand, turned her head, and saw the red-haired beauty holding a long trench coat in her hand, with a bit of surprise in her eyes.

"Sorry." Eunice apologized, but didn't say much. She hasn't figured out the situation yet, so it's not appropriate to say too much.

"Oh, it's okay." The red-haired beauty also quickly came back to her senses. She didn't try to get closer to Eunice, but passed her the dark green windbreaker in her hand after a distance. In less than a second, she scanned the dress from beginning to end, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with this windbreaker, which was unheard of in terms of style and material, she reached out to take it, and shook it , draped it over her shoulders, and then slowly buttoned up the buttons one by one. Her movements were rusty, but not clumsy, from the bottom button to the top button, covering her slender neck , the high collar has been erected to the bottom of the chin, making her a little uncomfortable.

"Uh..." The red-haired beauty standing in front of her reminded, "You don't need to fasten the top two buttons."

Eunice looked at her and blinked.

"Those two buttons are for decoration, it would look better if you loosen that button to reveal your neck." The red-haired beauty said.

Eunice dubiously undid the top two buttons, revealing her neck and collarbone.

"Very beautiful." The red-haired beauty praised, "It should be said, very beautiful."

"You too." Eunice knew very well that the friendship between human women starts with mutual praise, not to mention that this red-haired woman is indeed a rare beauty among human beings, and it is not against her heart to say words of praise.

"Natasha Romanov." The red-haired beauty stretched out her hand, "I heard that the captain rescued her from the New York cemetery..."

Eunice held her hand flatly, and slowly added her name when she paused: "Eunice Stiles."

She was keenly aware that the woman named Natasha froze and her hands were a little stiff.

She knew that her skin was neither warm nor soft. Maybe it was this marble-like touch that made Natasha feel uncomfortable?

She was about to withdraw her hand without a trace, when she heard Natasha's slightly surprised voice: "You... are you really Eunice Styles?"

On the other side, Captain America had finished talking with the one-eyed bald man, and the two walked up to Eunice together. The one-eyed man walked in front, saw the two who were shaking hands, put one hand to his lips, coughed dryly, and then looked To Eunice, I bowed slightly first: "Hi, Miss Stiles, I am Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm sorry for disturbing you by destroying your... grave with Steve sleep."

It is estimated that Fury apologized to the owner of the tomb for the first time for destroying the tomb, so his tone became a little unnatural, and the Captain America Steve Rogers standing next to him was wearing a blue mask that she could not understand , but she could also clearly see the apology on his face.

This time, Natasha finally confirmed the question she asked before: "So, this is really Eunice Styles?"

"I'm Eunice Styles, what's wrong?" Eunice looked suspicious.

"This is really incredible." Natasha said, "After all, the famous female writer Eunice Stiles has passed away for more than 100 years!"

"..." Eunice's beautiful eyes showed a dazed expression for the first time, "A female writer?"

"Yes, a world-renowned female writer." Natasha said, "I... read your articles when I was a child."

When Eunice heard what Natasha said, she felt confused. She had never been a writer, but she did have a hobby of writing essays. She lived too long, and she always had one or two hobbies. To pass the time, so she chose to write a diary.

"There are excerpts from "3000 Years Ago" in the literature textbooks in high school." A voice behind her interjected, "I think it is the best fantasy novel!"

Eunice: "..."

She was tempted to say, no, that's not a novel, that's my diary.

She tried hard to recover from the human tragedy that her private diary was published publicly, looked at the few people in front of her, and then at the countless staff members in the cabin who pretended to be busy but were secretly watching her: "So ……It is……"

Fury said heavily: "21st century."

Eunice nodded: "That's true for more than 100 years."

"So Steve." Natasha looked at Steve, "How on earth did you bring Miss Stiles out of the grave?"

Several people looked at Steve together. Steve's eyes were a little embarrassed. He struggled to organize his words. Before he could speak, Eunice heard a rather frivolous voice: "Shouldn't the most important thing to know now is why Miss Stiles, who has been dead for a hundred years, can come out alive from the red-opened tomb?"

She brushed her head and saw a middle-aged man who was not too tall walking over with light steps. He stared at Eunice closely with a pair of beautiful caramel eyes, and he didn't bend down slightly until he got in front of her. Knees, took her hand, and gently printed a kiss on the back of her hand with his lips, making a very standard hand kiss.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Stiles." The man looked up at her and said with a smile, "Can you share the secret of your resurrection after a hundred years of death?"

Eunice looked down at him, her originally dark brown eyes glowing a little red.

Although this man is surrounded by a faint smell of men's perfume, it can't hide the blood aroma in the blood vessels under his skin, which is stronger than perfume. However, she has always been confident in her self-control ability, so she just looked at it with a blank expression. The man turned his head away.

He didn't get a reply from Eunice, and the man didn't intend to ask the question to the end. He straightened up with a smile on his face: "The topic of life is too profound, maybe Miss Stiles doesn't know it herself. So , Steve, how did you bring Miss Stiles out of the grave."

Steve obviously had some headaches, he rubbed his forehead, sighed and said, "Tony, don't make a fuss."

The man named Tony spread his hands innocently.

"Okay," Steve said, "I hit it with my shield."

Natasha: "..."

Tony: "..."

Eunice looked at the metallic shield in Steve's hand and sighed, "It's really a sharp shield!"

At least when she buried herself in the soil more than 100 years ago, she never thought that she would be pried out of the soil by a shield.

Living too long, the attitude towards time is always casual. In the first few years of becoming a vampire, Eunice would count her fingers to calculate how old she would be if she was still alive, and later, Seeing the people who were inextricably related to her as a human grow old one by one, die one by one, and almost forget the memory of her life as a human, she feels that she doesn't have to forget.

When she was really determined to bury herself in the soil, she counted again with her fingers, and then came to the conclusion that she was over 3000 years old.

At that time, she hadn't drank human blood for more than a month, and her eyes were dark and dark. If you look carefully, there is a little bit of hidden red in them, like the color of blood scabs that have not peeled off for a long time, dark and deep.His face was as pale as ever, and in order to avoid the sun, the window was tightly covered with dark green velvet curtains, and his hair was disheveled behind his head, like hideous dead branches. She deliberately pretended to be a sick patient.

The person in charge of taking care of her is a middle-aged African maid named Ella.She was originally a slave of an Irish manor owner in New Orleans. After the Northern President Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation, thousands of southern slaves fled to the north with their families, including Ella and her family. Son, it's just that they fell behind on the road and encountered a Southern Army squad. They thought they were going to be killed on the spot, but unexpectedly they met Eunice.

At that time, Eunice was in a state of extreme hunger. She was like a newborn who had just woken up from her first embrace. She rushed forward when she smelled fresh blood, and waited until she was full. There was only one black woman shivering in her arms in the farmhouse.

At that time, Eunice looked at the mess on the ground and just touched her stomach. She felt that the consequences of being hungry for too long were really terrible. She licked the tender blood splattered on the back of her hand and glanced at the mother and child. , and left, but I didn't expect that the woman followed her all the way to her residence in Brooklyn, New York.

In Ella's words, Miss Eunice is like an angel who descended into the world and saved her son Cook.

Every time Eunice heard her praise herself in an exclamation tone, she always felt a little strange. Using angels as a metaphor for vampires was a great shame for her after living for more than three years, but Ella talked a lot, and she didn't She cared so much, after all, she once knew a vampire who was a pastor before becoming a vampire and determined to become a doctor.

In the summer of the second year when Ella's mother and son came to her, Eunice sent the last letter to her friend Robert Lee 20 years ago. Within a few days, the battle broke out in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. This battle was extremely tragic. Even in Brooklyn, where she used curtains to block the sunlight from the outside world, she could still feel the tension during the decisive battle.

In addition to bringing her a cup of livestock blood every day, Ella would also chat with her about the war reported in the newspaper, and finally begged: "Miss Eunice, please, drink some blood."

Eunice just glanced at the cup of domestic animal blood that was tasteless to her, shook her head, and said in a flat tone: "I'm determined this time, I'm going to commit suicide."

"Miss, are you going to commit suicide?!" Ella couldn't believe it.

"Last time I failed because I met those southern soldiers. This time I locked myself up, so I won't fail. In order to avoid accidentally hurting you, don't come to my room from tomorrow on. Come in half a month later to help me Take the body." She put the quill back into the inkwell and said with a sigh, "Bury me in Brooklyn, I like it here, it's far from Greece."

"Isn't it good to be alive?" Ella sobbed.

"After living for 3000 years, I will only feel boring." She put her chin on her hands, looked at her pale face in the mirror, "please bury me on a cloudy day, sprinkle roses in my coffin, I hope I His face looks more rosy."

Vampires are not immortal. When other vampires, hunters, or werewolves dismember the vampire into pieces, and then throw it into the fire and burn it to ashes, the vampire will die cleanly.

Eunice, planning her own death, cuts this option out of the way she dies with little thought.

It has been beautiful for 3000 years, and it was so tragic when it died, I feel pitiful when I think about it.

No vampire had ever tried to commit suicide, and there was no quick and effective suicide method to learn from. Eunice could only starve herself, thinking that as long as she resisted not sucking blood, she would starve herself to death one day.

To starve to death, at least there is a cemetery, a coffin, and rose petals sprinkled on the body.

She stumbled and opened the curtains before she became unconscious. The midsummer sunshine in Brooklyn flooded the room, dancing like diamonds on her cheeks, neck, and collarbone. The place where African Americans live is still very lively. At the same time, there are more children shouting: "We won the Battle of Gettysburg! We also occupied Hudson Port!"

Eunice groped to the desk, arranged the scattered manuscripts one by one with trembling hands, stacked them in the drawer, then folded her hands on the table, rested her forehead on her arms, and closed her eyes. eyes.

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