[Comprehensive British and American] vampires modern daily life

The man immediately supported Eunice the moment she fell down. He stuffed the wet towel soaked in anesthetic into his coat pocket, and then walked for a while in the garage with Eunice in his arms.

Although Eunice closed her eyes, her perception was amazing. She could feel that the man holding her was not too tall or strong, and it was a little difficult to walk such a distance while holding her. She sniffed carefully. Looking at the smell of this man, besides the bloody smell, there is also a faint smell. She is very familiar with this smell. When she was hanging out with the group of painters in Italy, she always felt that she was almost overwhelmed by this smell.

This man is a painter by profession.

An ordinary face suddenly flashed in her mind, and at this moment, this person had already laid her flat in the trunk of a car, then slammed the trunk door, and hurried to out the cab.

After the car started, Eunice slowly opened her eyes and looked up and down where she was. The trunk space is not big, besides her, there was a dismantled tire lying there, and the smell of blood in the trunk It was thicker than that person's, and it smelled old and corrupt. There were red oil paints on the tires. At first glance, it looked like blood, but she could easily distinguish the smell of turpentine from the smell of blood, and then He changed his position and continued to lie down, listening to the heavy breathing of the painter and serial killer.

The car drove in New York City for a long time, Eunice listened to the sound of vehicles honking one after another outside the car, and then gradually became quiet, looking at the high-rise buildings outside from the small corner of the rear window of the car, and then transitioning into patches of woods , the vehicle seems to have driven out of the downtown area.

When the car stopped, Eunice closed her eyes again and pretended to be dead, letting the man carry her out of the trunk with some difficulty, then climbed up a few stairs, and kicked the door open.

This action is quite handsome, Eunice nodded secretly in her heart, feeling the man put her on a rickety armchair and put her hands on the armrest of the armchair.After completing these series of actions, the man stopped moving, and after a while, he pressed a kiss on the back of Eunice's hand, and muttered, "Why is it so cold..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Eunice recognized that this person was the young painter she met in the green cemetery. It seemed that she had been targeted by this person since then, but she felt that there was something in the painter. The smell of blood might make her lose control, so she declined his invitation to paint a portrait.

When she was guessing the painter's motive for killing those young women, she suddenly heard a few noises, and then she felt a gust of warm wind on the right side of her body.

The corner of Eunice's mouth twitched slightly. This was the first human who dared to use a heater on a vampire.

After the painter turned on the heater, he walked back and seemed to sit at Eunice's feet. He leaned his head on Eunice's knee and said to himself: "Miss Eunice Stiles , You said, how can there be such a coincidence in the world? You have the same name and surname as the female writer who has been dead for hundreds of years, and even the appearance is the same as that described by my ancestors. It is a pity that the painting of the ancestors was taken away. Otherwise, I can take the portrait and compare the difference between the two of you."

"But as that person said, people like you should be well hidden, so as not to let other people's eyes tarnish your demeanor." He stood up again as he spoke, with his upper body facing Eunice Leaning over, the next moment, Eunice felt a cold and sharp blade resting on her neck, "I have found so many girls with black hair and amber eyes, but I still can't draw [-]% of what my ancestors said. One, but when I saw you, I felt that I don't need to draw the last nine points."

The blade pressed into Eunice's skin inch by inch, and the painter's tone was tinged with morbid fanaticism, as if he was looking forward to seeing the sharp blade cut through the carotid artery, and he would be drenched in blood.

And this time, Eunice quietly opened her eyes, a pair of crimson eyes looked at him from bottom to top with some interest, and the knife in his hand had been split in two .

The painter opened his eyes wide, looked at the half-cut fruit knife in his hand, and then looked at Eunice who was smiling at him. The half-cut knife slipped from his hand with a crisp sound of "bang".

The moment Eunice opened her eyes, she could see all around the room clearly. It was a studio with many paintings of famous artists hanging on the walls, including Raphael's, Titian's, There are Botticelli's, but without exception, they are all copied by later generations, and even a few imitate Monet's imitation of "Water Lilies", which was imitated very young. Vermeer's "Girl with a Pearl Earring" seen on other people's Twitter profiles.

In addition to the paintings on the wall, there is also an unfinished work on the easel. On it is a woman in a red dress. Her skirt has a very fluffy and huge skirt, making her waist extremely slender. She wears black lace and Metal embellished gloves, black hair tied into a high bun, and a wide-brimmed hat with black feathers and artificial flowers on the top of the head, the woman in the painting sits on a chair with a delicate and gorgeous dress , holding a rose in full bloom between her gloved fingers.

Compared with the gorgeous colors of other parts in the painting, this woman's face is blank.

"Are you painting Eunice?" Eunice asked with a smile, looking at the painter whose face had turned pale.

The painter still stared at her in horror, and took a step back involuntarily.

Eunice sat on the chair, bent down, picked up the handle and blade of the knife that fell on the ground, weighed them, then stood up and said, "You did not draw it correctly."

"Why did I draw it wrong!" The painter suddenly became excited, "My ancestors painted a real portrait of Eunice, but it was snatched away on the day it was finished. It’s just a restoration, my ancestor’s notes said that Eunice, with black hair and amber eyes, is the most beautiful woman in Brooklyn!”

Eunice glanced at him: "Are you a descendant of Madison?"

"Yes! I am the descendant of Francis Madison!" The painter, who was still terrified in his eyes before, took a step closer to Eunice, "I want to reproduce the paintings that were taken away by my ancestors back then, and I want to let everyone Everyone knows that Eunice is not as ugly as in the textbook, I..." He looked at Eunice, paused, and his tone softened again, "But I can't draw it, the description in the text is far away. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to draw the real Eunice until I see it with my own eyes.”

“So you look around on Twitter for girls with the same dark hair and amber eyes, and you bring them into your studio, either by invitation for portraits or kidnapping, and you try to get inspiration from them, but you don’t succeed, so you put them Killed." Eunice looked at him with raised eyebrows, but her tone was a little cold.

"I didn't do it on purpose..." The painter's face paled, "I didn't intend to kill them, the first girl accidentally fell down the mountain when she was leaving, I originally wanted to send her to the hospital, but I looked at her Blood was pouring from the top of her head, and I suddenly had... inspiration... I cut open her artery with a box knife, watched her blood gushing out, and... drew Eunice's skirt... "

The rest of Eunice also understood. After getting the first inspiration, he felt that he had found the source of inspiration, so he kept inviting women with the same characteristics to paint, watching their arteries spurting blood, and drawing a group of people. A sketch that can never be completed has been drawn into what it is today.

But today, he kidnapped Eunice, intending to do the same and fill in the facial features of the woman in the painting.

Eunice clicked her tongue and shook her head: "It's a pity, Eunice is not what you drew at all."

Back then, she was so poor that she couldn't afford such gorgeous clothes.

She took a step forward and said, "My blood probably won't allow you to finish this picture of a woman who isn't Eunice at all, but I can make you feel the feelings of those women you killed before they died."

Before the painter came back to his senses, Eunice had already waved her hand, and stabbed the side of his neck with half of the utility knife in her hand, and blood gushed out. He screamed and tried to cover the wound on his neck, but he was splashed Eunice, whose upper body was covered in blood, was touching the blood on her face with her hands, and then licked her bloody fingertips.

She showed her fangs, and said with some disgust: "Men's blood really doesn't taste very good."

It was late at night when Eunice returned to the apartment. She was lying in the bathtub. The warm water could not soak into her skin, but she liked the feeling of lying in the warm water. She put her limbs on the edge of the bathtub On the bed, shaking her head and humming the rock song called "Ihatemyselfforlovingyou" along with the voice coming from the radio, until there was a rapid knock on her door.

She reluctantly came out of the bathtub, put on her bathrobe and slippers, and walked slowly through the living room with Joan Jeter singing hoarsely, then opened the door, and said in a daze, "Why are you here?" ?”

Natasha and Steve outside the door frowned at her.

"Come in?" Eunice stepped aside, and happily ran to the refrigerator. She had been looking forward to entertaining guests for a long time, and the colorful fruits and drinks in the refrigerator finally came in handy.

While the superheroes Black Widow and Captain America were still standing at the door, after sleeping with the plate that Edward had rejected before she brought out the crystal plate, Natasha finally spoke and said, "Miss Stiles, you have lost contact. It's been a whole day."

Eunice put the fruit plate on the coffee table and took out her mobile phone. She hadn't noticed before that her mobile phone had run out of battery and turned off automatically.

"Tony saw from the CCTV in the underground garage of the broadcasting company that you were kidnapped and put into a car by a man. We immediately thought of the Brooklyn serial killer, but the man knew everything about the surveillance on the streets of Brooklyn. , avoiding almost all monitoring, we were unable to track down, and then, the Brooklyn police received a report that a male corpse appeared in a studio in the suburbs, the cause of death was excessive blood loss..." Natasha paused, " That male corpse is the man on the monitor."

"Did this... Miss Stiles do?"

Eunice carefully poured the juice for the two guests, then turned to look at them: "Yes, I was the one who called the police." She smiled, "Aren't you guys coming in to eat fruit and drink juice, my first The first episode is about to start, do you want to listen to it together?"