[Comprehensive British and American] vampires modern daily life

Marcus’s room probably hasn’t had any visitors for a long time, even if the chandelier on the dome is lit, it’s still a bit cold. Eunice sat with him on the steps under the stone seat and talked for a long time, most of them were about You. Nisi was talking, and he listened with a smile. What Eunice told was still her own story for nearly 2000 years, wandering in the human world, and then met more vampires and humans, and also learned a lot that I had never understood before. past things.

When talking about the Carlisle family, he nodded and said, "I remember Carlisle, he was in the Volturi for a while many years ago, and Arlo wanted him very much to stay, but he declined. , Said that I still have more things to do.” He paused, and looked at Didemi in hunting attire in the painting on the opposite wall, “I also want to do what I want to do like him. "

His eyes are still the same as they were 3000 years ago, gentle and reserved. Only when he sees Didymi, there will be a few gleams of light in those eyes.

Eunice has always felt that when the tragedy did not happen to her, any consolation would be helpless, and Marcus, who can understand the emotions of others, would feel even more uncomfortable, because he can clearly realize that in the whole world, No one suffers more than him.

Marcus seemed to sense what Eunice was thinking at the moment, he turned his head, looked at Eunice, smiled, and said, "You don't have to sympathize with me, Eunice."

"I..." Eunice wanted to say that she didn't sympathize with him, but she paused and said nothing.

"As long as you live well, there is no need to add more unfortunate people." Marcus said, "Aro went home alone that day, even though he didn't say anything, but I could still feel it. He is no different from me. I thought something bad happened to you, but he shook his head and said that you are fine and alive, but he doesn’t want to see him again in this life. This kind of words is no different from saying goodbye gone."

"Ah Luo must have made some mistake to make you so determined not to see him again in 2000." Marcus looked at her, "So now, has he been forgiven by you?"

Eunice froze for a moment, then forced a smile.

No.

Some things are never forgiven.

Wandering for more than 2000 years, it would be a lie to say that she is not lonely. When she sat on Giotto's bell tower and looked in the direction of Votra countless times, she seemed to have penetrated these distances. Foggy eyes.

Ah Luo always looks at her with these eyes. Under the warm light of the chandelier, the red eyes are not as evil as usual, and the rest is full of love. His love has no place to hide, and being loved like this Eunice, who is still alive, also feels that she is the happiest person in the world.

But such a person is an unscrupulous person who can even abandon family affection.

The coldness made her strange, everything around them was calculated by him, even his own feelings for him.She was thankful countless times that vampires did not sleep, so she did not have to face Didemi's sad eyes in her sleep.

It's just that although she couldn't forgive Ah Luo, she couldn't leave him forever, as if the whole person had been torn in two, and each half was sneering at the other half being tormented by morality and emotion.

When Eunice returned to her room, it was nearly dusk. More than 2000 years had been condensed into interesting stories, and it took some time to tell them. She thought A Luo was impatient and went back to her study. I went to deal with the backlog of things. I didn't expect that when I opened the door, I saw him sitting in front of the window sill, looking at the roses she had just cut this morning. He was slowly bringing the gloves back to his hands, and his movements were gentle. And elegance, with the bouquet of roses in full bloom, makes the audience feel pleasing to the eye.

Marcus said that after Eunice left, Arrow no longer deliberately concealed his special ability.

Marcus didn't care, but Caius was outraged. Too many things happened around this boy who was only 17 years old when he was transformed. He was so angry that he chopped down a peach tree in the courtyard because of Eunice's leaving without saying goodbye. Jin Niang, when she heard Ah Luo admitting that she could know all the thoughts of others by touching them, she froze for a moment, then raised her iron spear from someone else's wedding, and shouted angrily: "Ah Luo, how could you You have lied to us for so long! I will cut off your hand!"

Marcus smiled lightly when he said this. Caius was straightforward and irritable. Although he didn't look easy to get along with, he was the most frank among them.

Of course, Ah Luo's hands were not cut off by Caius, but he would always wear a pair of white gloves when in contact with people. Although the reality of skin contact was lacking, at least he would not make the people around him feel uncomfortable.

Of course, Volturi can become a royal family in the vampire world, and his ability to read minds is also indispensable.

He put the gloves on very seriously, then looked at Eunice, with a slight smile in his red eyes, and said, "Have you talked with Marcus for so long?"

Eunice walked into the room, nodded, and said, "They all talk about their experiences of more than 2000 years. Caius didn't have the patience to tell me, so there is only Marcus."

She walked to the bookcase in the house, and while quickly scanning the titles on the spines of the collection, she heard Ah Luo say with a smile, "You can ask me."

"What others say is more objective." Eunice said, taking down a copy of Plato's "Phaedo", before opening the title page, Aro said: "Don't look at this, I'll take you to read it better of."

Eunice turned her head to look at him, he was against the setting sun outside the window, his body seemed to be covered with a layer of gold, but she could still see his eyes, which were clear and clear as if the fog had been dispelled. color.

He gently held Eunice's wrist with his gloved hand. Eunice's arm was a little stiff at first, and then quickly relaxed. She let Ah Luo lead her out of this room and walked to the long hall. The long corridor, and then watched Ah Luo kick open the door of her own room. The light on the bronze lamp stand in his room replaced the setting sun, filling her eyes, and the hanging on the wall facing the door An oil painting made her eyes widen slightly.

It was a huge oil painting, and its depiction technique was closer to that of Michelangelo, with bright colors and delicate lines. In the painting was a young black-haired woman wearing a camel-colored shawl and a dark green skirt , are all the dressing styles of northern women during the Civil War in the United States in the [-]th century. However, both the material and the tailoring are very ordinary, not like girls from wealthy families.

She was sitting on a white park bench, with a white pigeon parked beside her. She lowered her eyes, as if she was looking at the pigeon, and she seemed to like this cute little guy quite a bit, so a slight smile hung on the corner of her mouth. The arc looks peaceful and serene.

The most eye-catching thing is the faint golden glow from her exposed skin, which seems to be no longer restricted by the canvas, but dances directly in front of the human flesh.

She had seen the woman's face in the painting, on the statue of the priestess at Xavier's School for Gifted Boys.

Yes, this face is exactly the same as hers.

She walked slowly to the frame, explored the painting carefully, and finally saw a row of cursive English characters at the bottom right of the portrait.

The Pearl of Brooklyn.

Francis Madison, in July 1864.

She suddenly thought of what the painter Kruger Madison, who wantonly killed young women in Brooklyn, said. His great-grandfather, the great painter Francis Madison, also had a real portrait of Eunice, which was taken away on the day it was completed. Someone snatched it away, and the principal of Xavier School also said that his ancestor once saw an unfinished portrait of a young girl from Francis, and wanted to borrow it to imitate it and carve a statue in his house, but in the end the painting was completed. It was stolen that day, and the only one in Michelangelo's "The Virgin of Vesta", who turned her back to the audience, could only be grafted under the already carved head.

She turned her head to look at Ah Luo, and Ah Luo was also looking down at her.

"This painting..." Eunice asked softly, "You took it?"

Ah Luo smiled lightly: "Yes."

"Why are you……"

"He draws very well. When I saw you for the first time, it was like seeing you in person." Ah Luo said, "I secretly watched him draw you every night, and watched him complete you stroke by stroke. After he finally finished it and signed his name, I bought it."

Eunice frowned: "Buy it?"

"Yes, I took this painting with the painter after he fell asleep, and then put many priceless treasures on his desk." Luo said frankly.

The corner of Eunice's mouth twitched slightly: "...Is this called buying?"

"Equivalent exchange, isn't it?" Ah Luo smiled, stretching out his hand to brush the messy hair on her forehead, "No, I later felt that the return was a little less, so I asked Caius to send something more, Kai That guy, Erce, was reluctant and said that he painted better than others, so he put his painting of the village woman of Votra in someone's studio, and I scolded him. Later, I heard that the painter passed away , I asked Dmitri to put some antiques from Volturi's collection into the painter's coffin as compensation for him."

Eunice: "..."