[Twilight] Believer

The moment the moonlight fell, there were bloodstains on the bluestone road in the back alley of the Irish-themed bar. The dried blood had a sour smell, which penetrated into the nasal cavity and reached the throat to pick up the undigested dregs of last night. Under the dim street lamp A secret and undisclosed matter is going on--Vampire Louise's midnight dinner of love.

As a member of the blood clan, possessing the incomparable beauty of human beings, and the deadly gentlemanly demeanor, are all the primary advantages to attract prey, not to mention that he is also a hopeless romantic, in order to bring invincibility to smoking. With comparable pleasure, he will engage in a proper love story with his prey.As for the vampire's only once-in-a-lifetime love, he made his lover his food, and the loneliness that has lasted for a hundred years has been haunting him ever since.

The blood that can melt the esophagus belongs exclusively to the girl's soft neck, and the sweet blood pours into the body continuously when the teeth are submerged in the skin. Every piece of food gave him a kiss before he died, but it is a pity that it is more passionate than a kiss He prefers blood.

True love is like blood, it turns to ashes after being warm.

Catherine, his new dessert, Honey Sunshine from California, USA.Oh, sunshine, how many years has it been since he left the life under the sun, danced at the banquet with his arms around her, and watched her face shine under the lights of Swarovski, which rarely reminded him of the modern girls in the 80s, that time The long-lost fragrance hit his nose, and he almost couldn't bear to kill this beautiful and enthusiastic girl.

However, he hated the American invasion, especially their pop music.So, this beautiful blonde must die!

Louis loves the Temple pub in County Dublin, its back alleys seem to have been made just for him, which is why he sees Ireland as a long-term forage, reminding him of his proud talent - as long as He thought, that woman will fall in love with him.Die in the arms of the lover, like all romances, even though the murderer overlaps with the lover.He held Catherine's shoulders and let her lean against his chest, hoping that the marble texture didn't cut her lovely apple muscles.

He slowly printed his own kiss, from the forehead to the neck. The swan-like neck has been tempting him for the past few days, and he has endured it long enough.

His movements seem to be frozen, what's going on?As a vampire, you don't need to breathe, even if your neck is tied tightly, it won't have any effect.Louis really wanted to turn his head to see what was trapping him, but he couldn't. Suddenly, dim fire lights lit up all around him. No, it should be more appropriate to be electric light.There is no police in this place, let alone stop fireworks!

Something like Mars seems to have cut off his ability, what happened to Catherine in front of me, what did she do with the wooden stake in my heart?Soon, a human stood on his shoulder, and a sharp blade slashed across him—what—how could his neck fall one day!

In fact, beyond doubt, he, Louis, died at the hands of the last of his prey—Catherine the Blonde with the knife—the tuna knife dismembered him when he was defenseless—"On a Vampire I even thought of the title of the memoir for you, the best boyfriend!" Catherine opened and closed her thin lips, looking like a stunner even for killing people.

Catherine spent a lot of effort to resist the love killer Louis, and endure his cold and damp body temperature as a vampire like snake skin.Every touch may be more infatuated or disgusted, but she can't show it. As a hunter who can resist the charm of vampires, she must be worthy of Max's teachings.

The bright yellow fire was burning tirelessly and covertly in front of her eyes, and the pupils of her eyes shrank hotly, and the hand that mercilessly pierced the dagger into the marble-like hard body was trembling without blood. It can prove merit, but it is like thunder in the chest.

Catherine was even a little dazed, wanting to walk into the flames, wanting to prove that all this was not a dream.

"Яфеникс, толькопениевогне. (I am a phoenix, I only sing in the fire.)" Max stomped out the last gleam of fire, and recited the verse in Russian.

Catherine's eyes finally got used to the dark night without flames. Not far from the alley, there was a group of drunkards walking together on the noisy road, yelling songs in a wild voice. It sounded like a drum hitting her heart out of tune.Those scenes about Ash being knocked down before his death, the blood dripping from the cracks, and the logo of Volritu have already faded out of her memory, and Catherine finally had a sincere smile on her exquisite makeup.

However, Max didn't plan to leave time for Catherine to reminisce about the first successful hunt, because time never allowed them to have the slightest burnout.She carefully erased all traces that might suspect homicide, like a well-versed serial killer, with a smile on her lips, Catherine's performance can serve as a successful bait, and she is very satisfied with this partner.

Max stood up and put away both of their knives: "I'm going to take these two knives to the pawn shop for storage. You go back to the place where you rested, and pack up your things and move your position tomorrow morning. Here," he took out a knife from his pocket. He handed a BlackBerry to Catherine, "It was auctioned off at the lost and found at the airport, ITU." After speaking, he walked into the dark night alone.

The moon showed a duck-yellow face through the gaps between the houses, without the decoration of stars, the lonely wind swayed the curtains, Max walked towards the increasingly lonely street, the weapon on his back was about to be handed over to the next bit, although reluctantly.But when she thinks that she can advance and change weapons without completing a mission, it is something worth looking forward to, in her lackluster life.

The pawn shop is the sub-helm of the hunter guild in various places, all managed by local Chinese families. Under the guise of pawning and selling antiques, it is actually a handover point of weapons between vampire hunters.It exists to prevent hunters from using the same weapon for long periods of time, leaving patterns for investigation.Therefore, every hunter must abide by the rules of rotation, whether it is full-time or field work.

Pushing open the half-closed door, there was a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the drowsy room.Max covered his nose and began to cough non-stop, but his eyes were not idle looking around until a sweet and polite voice sounded: "Excuse me, what do you need?"

The only source of light is on the top of her head, with smooth black hair, retro red lips, and natural female browbones. She looks especially coquettish and unhuman in the dark. Unlike the shriveled old men in the past, Max clenched the knife behind his back He took a step back quietly and assumed an unobvious defensive posture.

With a "snap", the light turned on, and the faded solitary lamp dangled on the wall. The woman in front of her disappeared, replaced by an old lady in a wheelchair.Wearing a cheongsam popular in the 40s and [-]s, with light rouge black thin eyebrows and light red thin lips, hair scrupulously curled up, and a blouse made of fine silk, Max's heart tightened for no reason, and his fear of being too late climbed to the back of his head in an instant.

"Hehe, how old-fashioned, I don't even know about holograms." The old lady's English is surprisingly good.Max breathed a sigh of relief, handed over the backpack respectfully, his face warmed up with no hope.The old lady snorted and took the package and threw it behind the door curtain. She seemed quite strong, Max thought to himself.

The wattage of the incandescent lamp was too high and it was dazzling. She moved her gaze and landed on a sword placed in the glass window. It was red silk with a black scabbard, and even the dent on the hilt was just like her memory. The person in the middle used it without deviation, and no matter how much she deceived herself this time, she couldn’t escape—Howard had been here before, the hunter hung up his sword and sold different football players to hang up their boots and retired, only the last weapon of hunter’s life is eligible .

Sharp arrows came towards her from all directions, her stiff fingers couldn't be removed from the glass, and the moment she blinked, water vapor rushed into her eye sockets, and she saw herself in the reflection, biting her lips tightly like a failed student who refused to believe the truth. "No...how could it be?" How to convince myself that Howard, who was admired, admired, and stood side by side in the past, should not be defeated under any circumstances, is here to use an old knife to wipe out his past feelings.

"This item is not for sale."

"why?"

"Because I'm still waiting for him." The idiotic dream, Max chuckled, took the new backpack and opened the door to leave.The wooden door closed in the cave of unknown ages. It turned out that the long night had passed, and what greeted her was the misty early morning.The sky was not yet fully bright, and the sticky clouds seemed like chocolate that refused to melt in the mist. The holy land under her feet could not be overlooked, and her backpack was pressed against her back like a huge shell.

Max turned his head suddenly, at the end of the long street, the long days are endless.

The wet floor was someone who accidentally spilled wine, she was so distracted, she leaned heavily against the wall to let go of her thoughts, the person who fell asleep drunk on the street kept smashing her mouth in her dream as if the weather was good, broken The grinning and peeling mouth of the post box is reminiscent of a supporting character in a cartoon... The street scene passing by in a hurry...

Caught off guard, a figure that was unfamiliar with her after a long absence passed by the scenery she passed by. Howard is that you?Before the heart started, Max took out his unique skills and quickly moved on.

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The young hunter has infinite mobility in his body, and Catherine spent the whole night reviewing the key points of action, repeatedly researching and killing Louis as a case, and did not sleep for a while until early in the morning.After getting up, follow Max to find a new foothold, and then go to the noisiest supermarket to leave a text message for her - Max's new phone has been unable to get through.

As a friend, Catherine couldn't help but worry, but as a partner, it was obvious that she herself was the one to worry about.

Having said that, Catherine decided to go out after careful consideration, not for anything else, she should also prepare for the next hunt.