[Comprehensive British and American] vampires modern daily life

Before she got married, Eunice was the spoiled princess of Corinth, and after she got married, she was the spoiled princess of Sparta. During the 19 years in total, she never knew what the word "displaced" meant. Only when she was squatting in the dirty slums, catching mice and sucking blood, did she sigh in her heart how hard it is to be alive.

She threw the dead mouse into the dirty drain, then stood up, lowered her head, hid her entire face in the shadow of the hood, and walked out of the deep alley.

Two skinny men have been following her since she walked out of the alley. She quickened her pace calmly, just thinking about getting out of here quickly. A mouse's blood cannot fill her stomach, and she can still smell it. The smell of everyone's blood escaped from the pores of her skin and penetrated into her nasal cavity. She could only endure it as hard as she could, and her steps became faster and faster, but she couldn't exceed the normal speed of human beings. She felt more and more anxious in her heart.

Compared with the elegant and poetic Corinthian palace and the quiet and solemn Spartan palace, the slums are too dirty and crowded. Often a family of six or seven people live in a dilapidated shed. Yesterday's bed sheets can be made into Heaton's clothes today. On the body, a woman with heavy make-up stood at the street corner to solicit customers, and then yelled at his wife who came over.She was used to listening to poetry and mythology, and listening to all kinds of vulgar voices cursing, she just found it unbearable at first, but after a few years of wandering, she was completely used to it.

She has neither poetry nor harp, and she cherishes this little voice of the public.

However, she never interacted with the people here. She was afraid of meeting people's eyes, and she was also afraid that others would see her pale skin that was different from normal people, and she was even more afraid that she would not be able to restrain her hunger and thirst and attack others.

Fortunately, although the slums are crowded, the homeless people who linger here will never be driven out. For the residents here, they are just a homeless person, and they don't know when they will die.

For a period of time after Eunice wandered here, no one paid attention to her, but she would hear the residents gossip, saying that the homeless man is still alive, or someone lamented that the mice in the house suddenly disappeared recently, There is no doubt that the disappearance of the mouse has something to do with this homeless man who has never seen his face.

But a few days ago, something happened that broke the delicate balance between her and these slum dwellers.

It was raining heavily that day, Eunice did not hide in the dark alley, but sat under the eaves of the street wearing a hood, two children were running on the narrow road, and a carriage hurriedly came from the street, She could see the panic on the coachman's face and the unawareness of the children, she ran out quickly, hugged the children in her arms before the carriage hit, and then dodged to the other side.

It wasn't until the child in her arms that she exclaimed in amazement, "So the homeless man is such a beautiful sister", did she realize that her hood fell off her head when she was running.

The two children were as hot as irons in her arms. She hurriedly put them down and took a few steps back, just in time to bump into the parents of the children who had heard the news. After seeing her own child, the father looked her up and down with subtle eyes.

She quickly put back the hood to cover her face, and left in a hurry.

After that, a few more people followed her every day in the slums.

Sometimes it's a woman, sometimes it's a man, some with a bad look, some with playful eyes, and even those street solicitors running after her, asking her if they want to do business together.

She had never seen the men who followed her this time in the slums, so they were probably outsiders.

She gritted her teeth, trying to control her speed, thinking about throwing these people away. The residents of the slums are also used to her always following a few people behind her, so it's not surprising that she saved the child before. Sitting at the door of the house washing clothes, I greeted her, but seeing that she didn't respond, I shrugged and said to my neighbor, "I heard that the king of Corinth is seriously ill."

Eunice stopped abruptly.

Then, the neighbor said lightly: "He must have been seriously ill since the news of Princess Eunice's death came more than two years ago."

"This time is different. It is said that the medical center in the palace shook their heads and sighed. It seems that it is not working."

"Princess Didemi is only two years old. Could it be that Ah Luo came to the throne?"

"What else can I do? Well, it's just that kid from Athens who has taken advantage of it..."

"..."

Eunice stood on the bustling street of the slum, her eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood were momentarily confused.

She thought she was dead, and everything in Corinth and Sparta died the moment the coffin lid closed. She was Eunice, and she was not Eunice. Anger, sorrow, and joy, but she didn't breathe, she didn't have a heartbeat, she was just a monster that lived on blood.

She did not kill Leonit, and did not return to Corinth after leaving Sparta, but wandered around until she came to a slum not far from Corinth, listening to the Corinthian accent, touching the sea breeze of Corinth Bay, touching The bricks and tiles fired from Corinth's soil can already make her almost moved to tears.

She originally planned to wander like this.

Eunice clenched her hands in the wide cuffs slightly, and then stepped forward again, and the two men followed, but she was in no mood to care about the people following her at this time, and her steps became faster and faster. The faster he turned, he turned over the street with the most people and left the crowded area.

She had already figured it out, and when she reached the suburbs, she would speed up, and regardless of whether others would suspect it, she would just get rid of these people and rush to the Corinth Palace.

It's just that as soon as she walked onto the suburban path, she heard a crisp voice: "Sister!"

She froze for a moment, followed the voice and looked up, only to see the little boy she rescued from the carriage before was sitting on a branch of a laurel tree, smiling and waving at her: "Sister, where are you going? "

As he spoke, he supported the trunk with one hand and wanted to jump off the tree, but his feet slipped and he almost fell. Eunice immediately ran forward when she saw this, but smelled a strong smell of blood.

"Ah..." The little boy looked down at his elbow, "It's scratched."

He looked up at Eunice again, and was about to say something, but suddenly froze.

Eunice strangled her neck with her own hands, bowed her body, and growled lowly. She could barely control her desire for blood before, but once the blood broke through the skin and was exposed to the air, the smell became very strong. More than twice, the barely suppressed hunger and thirst quickly rushed up her throat, and her eye sockets also hurt as if they were being scorched by a raging fire.

Seeing this, the men who followed her all the way looked at each other, and immediately ran forward. One of them roughly tore off her hood, while the other untied the rope around her waist, trying to free her hands. tied up.

"Sister!" The little boy shouted anxiously, and when he was about to jump off, Eunice yelled with difficulty: "Don't come down!"

The little boy opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but Eunice yelled again: "No matter what happens, don't come down!"

She raised her head, closed her eyes slightly, and let the two men bind her hands, while she clenched her teeth tightly, and the veins on her forehead were bulging.

"Sure enough, Hetty is right. This tramp is a very beautiful girl, but her skin is too fair."

"I've been wandering for too long, and I don't have enough to eat or wear. Do you still expect to have a rosy complexion? No matter what, you can definitely sell it for a good price."

She barely opened her eyes, only to see two ugly faces facing her, speaking some obscene words.

In fact, she couldn't hear clearly anymore, only their open and closed mouths and the blue blood vessels in their necks were left in her field of vision.

She opened her mouth and let out a hoarse moan that only a thirsty person would make.

What those two people were talking about, she had no time to care about it, she was so thirsty, and the rats in the slums couldn't suppress this hunger and thirst at all.

She let out a low growl, and all the ropes binding her wrists were broken. She reached out and grabbed a surprised man, and bit the man's fragile neck with her own teeth.

The taste of human blood is very beautiful, which is far incomparable to the rats running around in the slums. When the blood poured into her mouth, she was so intoxicated that she narrowed her eyes slightly, as if those dying people in the desert finally begged An unusual rain came.

After a short period of surprise, the other man uttered a scream and fell to the ground. He backed up a little, and then crawled towards the slums with hands and feet in panic.

Eunice sucked up the first person's blood, threw the person away, wiped the blood on her lips, then quickly ran towards the person, and pinned the back of his neck.

The man who had tied her up with a grinning smile and said he would sell her for a good price fell face down on the grass, trembling all over, begging for mercy in a low voice.

Eunice's eyes were red, and she was about to lower her head to bite his neck when she suddenly heard a murmur: "Sister..."

She froze for a moment, then slowly let go of the hand holding the other party's neck, turned her head, and saw the little boy hugging the tree trunk and looking at him in horror.

"Sister? Are you... a monster?"

Eunice opened her blood-red eyes wide, looked at the little boy who was smiling at her before, and opened her mouth slightly: "I..."

I'm not a monster, I'm Eunice.

Seeing her stop, the man who was pinned down by her before screamed "There is a monster" and ran towards the slums.

The "monster" on her body was like a huge boulder, hitting her chest. She thought that after her heartbeat stopped, there would only be a dead silence in her chest. The outstretched hand clenched in pain.

She put her hand on Quiet's chest blankly: "I..."

You are dead, Eunice.

You are a monster.