[Twilight] Believer

The archery range is located on the edge of a horse ranch in the outskirts. The hood of her coat was lifted by the strong wind, and the broken hair that was not tied was blown and stuck to the corners of her eyes. Freeze.Her body, which had just recovered from a serious illness, was a little struggling. Under the force of the wind, she lowered her head slightly and saw the man flying towards her at a fast pace.

He threw the coat directly on her body, his face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "Put it on."

Max did as he said, and thanked him softly, but what he got was a cold snort from the other party, who seemed to be doubting her safety and reticence, her eyes rolled around her, and she tried her best to restrain herself from showing a disgusted expression Come, go to the quiver and pick.In fact, there is no need to choose. Caius, who pursues perfection, will never allow inferior arrows to appear in the archery range. She just hasn't learned to calm down and face him.

There is a saying that is good, it is called avoiding as much as you can.

After that night, she accepted the three chapters of their peaceful coexistence at the clinic.It's ridiculous, isn't it, that a human being and a vampire want to live in peace, just like a cannibal wants to form an alliance with a tribe of vegetarians.But under the eaves, she had to bow her head. She didn't have any chips to win, and she was even a little desperate.He can do whatever he wants, accepting Caius' research and assessment is better than fighting against him day after day and becoming a half-dead cripple.

What she has, let him go.It's like how she used to pick up a lighter, ignite fireworks, and destroy a piece of evidence along with the wind.

After the selection, the two stood behind the fence. The archery target was about 100 meters away. In view of the Volturi's hatred of modern technology, what they compared was a...old archery target and bow. Stuff has been around longer than Max.She used to teach shooting with her school coaches, and she only had a few archery lessons occasionally, and she used improved bows and arrows long ago.As soon as she picked up the heavy wooden bow, she was a little dazed by the heavy feeling that hit her face.

She raised her hand and tried to draw the bow, but when she inadvertently hurt her shoulder, she stopped drawing the bow. At this moment, the string in her hand bounced to the back of her hand, causing her to drop the long bow in pain.In just a few seconds, Caius stood behind Max, caught the falling bow and wrapped her in his arms, demonstrating how to use the longbow with standard stance and movements.

The collar of Caius' shirt was behind her ear, and Max's fallen long hair was entangled with the buttons of his shirt. It was only when Caius backed away slowly that the two realized something was wrong.She turned her head to look at him suspiciously. He frowned and stared at the button, showing no intention of parting. His haughty chin was slightly retracted, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at Max.

I can see my own shadow in her eyes, it is clear and cannot be ignored, it is so close that you can see the small freckle in the corner of her eye, it comes from the damage of sunlight to human skin, which is ineffective against vampires ultraviolet light.His long silver hair hangs down on his shoulders, her curly black hair and buttons are bitten together, under the long eyelashes, the light brown eyes are reflected by the light...

The two of them were silent under the dim daylight regardless of the time, as if the most important thing at this moment was not the competition between each other, but the stalemate of the eyes, the sound of the beating heart was quiet and audible, and the north wind was fluttering. Lifting their collars and hoods, he stared at her, and she stared at the pale skin at his collarbone.The hot breath sprayed on the collar, and all he could see was her lowering her head to reveal the snow-white neck.

When the wind died down, Max ended it all.She slowly stretched out her fingers, hesitantly took the knotted hair off his buttons in circles, and stepped back gently to leave his confinement completely, turning her back without even looking at him, Follow his movements and shoot the arrow towards the target.

Calmness and calmness are the teachings she has always kept in mind.

Take out the second arrow from the quiver, mount it, draw the bow fully, aim, let go, and have nothing else to do.After the wind stopped, there was only the swishing sound of the arrow when it left the string, and she could also hear the trembling sound of the arrow target when it was hit by the arrow, which might be an auditory hallucination.At this time, Caius also picked up the longbow, stood at the fence, and drew the bow fully towards the target.

There is no need for a referee, and there is no need for someone to shout to start. With the sound of "swish" all over the field, the red heart of the archery target is full of arrows in a short time. The rule of the game is that all the arrows in the quiver hit the red heart.

Max picked up the last arrow and aimed at the red heart calmly. Caius, who was already empty-handed, stood not far away and watched her wondering what she was thinking.

At this time, she let go of her hand, and Caius intercepted the arrow flying towards the red heart at high speed like an arrow leaving the string, inserted it outside the red heart, and then returned to the original place at a speed that could not be detected by the naked eye.

After being defeated, Max put down his bow and arrow in disappointment, looked at Caius with dejected eyes, caught a fleeting smile in the other's eyes, and must be thinking about how to humiliate the loser with one sentence.

Abominable.

The drowsy sun slowly receded from the sky, Max turned on the floor lamp in the room, and the dim light rendered the stained glass window next to the bookshelf.The novel she had just closed was placed on the desk, her eyes were dark, her breathing was slow, her thoughts were still stuck in the plot of the novel, and there seemed to be a voice in her mind repeating the sentences in the book in her ears.

She sat on a chair, folded her hands on the table, the temperature dropped inch by inch, and the big ben in the lobby upstairs rang the evening bell, which made Max realize that it was time for dinner.Just as she was about to stand up and leave the library to go to the restaurant, the door opened, and Felix walked in pushing the dining cart. His tall figure was in sharp contrast to the small and exquisite dining cart in his hand. face.

Max looked at him in doubt as he set the dishes, strictly adhering to the ancient table manners to place the tableware and food, the speed with which she opened her mouth to stop it was not as fast as the movement of his hands.

The high-ranking person who repeatedly ordered her to forbid her to eat in the library walked in from the door at this time. Caius was wearing a double-breasted coat with a collar that reached to the calf, a scarf and gloves of the same color, and was as serious as in the movie. , the stern-looking Italian mafia is the same, the difference is that he is better looking than any actor.

Caius pulled out his gloves and put them in his pocket, and stretched out his hand towards the book Max had just finished reading. His skeletal fingers flicked across the spine and fixed on the author's name. Max, the latter slowly flustered in his gaze.

He remembered that after she escaped from the Volturi that time, all that was left to him was a book of reading notes, and all the comments were written by Marcus.

"Eat first." Caius put down the book in his hand calmly. Max was obviously relieved by this sentence, and her attitude towards him became more and more like a... pet kept by him in Voltura.It was really a matter that made people unable to get angry, he glanced at her coldly, turned around and walked away quickly.

Max, who didn't pay attention to Caius' thoughts at all, ate in peace and contentment. Felix stood aside and considered, "You shouldn't anger Caius." With an affirmative tone, Max, who was struggling with the steak, was caught After choking, the unchewed piece of meat stuck in her throat, choking her to keep coughing.

Felix's tangled eyebrows were fighting, and Max quickly blocked him with his hand, and kept hitting his back with the other hand, spitting it out with great difficulty.Looking at the table full of food, he lost interest for a moment, took the napkin to wipe his mouth clean, and signaled to Felix that he could remove the dinner.

Without paying much attention to Felix's expression, Max put down the napkin and went outside to find Caius.The sound of her footsteps on the floor was swallowed by the carpet, and when she opened the door, she saw Caius passing by her with a stack of books in his arms, and she followed his footsteps all the way to her living room.Then he stared blankly at Caius throwing the books on the floor, and turned around to stare at her in the dark room. This expression would inevitably make the scalp tingle.

Only his lip color stood out in the darkness. She leaned on the wall and walked in slowly. A gust of wind blew through and filled the room with the fragrance of his body. She finally touched the switch of the chandelier. She modified it with batteries herself.

Just as her hand reached the chandelier pull switch, Caius approached. His hand grabbed her wrist and pressed her whole body against the wall.

Max's head hit the wall, she raised her head in surprise, there was no light, her forehead hit his stiff chin, she quickly bit her lower lip to block the pain from escaping from her mouth, and pressed her free hand on her forehead She leaned back and leaned against the wall, waiting to be dealt with.

However, no one spoke first to break the silence. He felt that Max had been unbelievably obedient recently, while she believed that Caius was going crazy and deliberately provoking trouble.

After returning from the clinic, she told herself that no matter what happens next, she must deal with it calmly and deal with it, no matter how ugly Caius said or how naive he did, she thinks what she has done so far not bad.

Caius frowned, and before he could think any more, his palm was already on the red and swollen part of her forehead. Her body temperature seemed to have been engraved into the notepad in his mind, and even a slight fluctuation could be felt. His eyes Blue-purple flames began to ignite in the eyes, and the palm moved uncontrollably from her forehead to her cheek, and then stopped at the collarbone, and if it went further down, it would be her heart...

Max resisted the idea of ​​wanting to escape, from the moment he grabbed his hand that pulled the switch, to the time when he put his palm on his forehead, everything was weird and could not be explained by common sense. The person in front of him might be Hesitating whether he has been too kind to her recently, or maybe he is struggling with some decision, she can feel his closed mouth, fluttering eyelashes, and the deserted breath coming from him...

He didn't want to talk, and she didn't really want to talk to him.

Caius took Max's hand and gently pulled off the switch wire. The light source suddenly turned on and shone on the faces of the two. The sudden stimulation was only Max's eyes blinking, while the person in front of him just stared blankly. Looking at her reaction, she was always a little puzzled by her stupidity.

"Tomorrow, after reading this." Caius took a deep breath and put away all the movements in his hands. He took a step back in an extremely gentlemanly way and nodded slightly before leaving. When he left, a gust of wind was blown against her by the hem of his coat. On the pool of spring water in her heart, some ripples could not help appearing in places she couldn't see, and it seemed that a glass of soda was constantly bubbling in her heart. She still stood where she didn't know what expression to look at His back view, or what kind of mood should be used to face everything that happened just now.

Her palms icily slid from her cheeks to her collarbone according to his route, and then she touched her heart and finally breathed normally. The light of the chandelier hit her thin body, and it took a long time for her heart to calm down.

Looking back at the pile of thick hardcover books, Max sighed lightly, and resigned himself to reading from the beginning one or two.The book uses some relatively simple sentences, and the whole article revolves around Volturi’s cultural contributions to art science, listing many famous scientists or artists, and mentioning Caius’s most disdainful A novelist who writes popular literature.Seeing this, Max couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and he had a new definition of Caius in his heart-an old goblin who eats ancient times.

This set of books all have the same type of narration tone, which is unremarkable. Not long after she finished flipping through another book, Max turned around on the bed, and pushed back the open book beside him with his right hand. , holding the book she secretly hid under the pillow and started reading. In her eyes, the most interesting thing in the entire Voltura is Marcus, and the characters in her works are always full-bodied. In Turturi's narration, after losing his partner Didemi, Marcus became lifeless, uninterested in everything around him, and his soul had been completely extinguished by the torrent of losing his lover.

What a pity, she thought, if his lover hadn't died, how many good works would have been produced by him?

Max, who had been immersed in his own world, didn't notice a shadow gradually approaching him. Max didn't wake up until Caius' hand appeared in front of her eyes. She was so excited that she sat up from the bed and quickly pressed the book on the Under the quilt, she looked at him calmly and said, "Is there anything else?"

"Don't force me to do it, hand it over." Caius was a little annoyed by this situation, and frowned at Max.

Max could not make up his mind under the deterrence of his eyes, she was not willing to hand it over at all!She read those books that she had thrown into pieces, and then looked at Caius, she really wanted to slap his white face directly with a bed.While she was hesitating, Caius had already made a move. He suddenly approached and Max subconsciously backed away, but there was no way out—she fell directly to the floor wrapped in the quilt, and her wrist was seated under her. The sudden pain, and being pinched by Xiao Xiao's back at the same time, made the situation worse.

Seeing Caius leaping over the big bed and jumping directly to her side, kneeling on one knee under the quilt, his right hand accurately grasped her hand that was pressed on the book. The book she read fell directly in front of the eyes of the two of them, and she suddenly felt like she was caught peeking at the novel in class.

The two raised their eyes and looked at each other. Max's frustrated expression made the fire in Caius' heart a little less, but it still couldn't change the fact that his self-esteem was hurt by this person.Ignoring her footsteps and speed, she dragged Max to his own study like a mop. Max was dragged away by Caius unsteadily, and her wrists clenched by him made her twitch with pain. Angrily, he shouted behind his back in a small voice: "Let go, Caius...can you let go? Let go!"

Caius turned a blind eye to it, didn't he say in the third chapter of the contract that he would not disobey him?How could it be that after only a few days of self-control, he returned to his original form again? "Shut up!" Caius glanced back at Max, then threw her into the room and closed the door.

"Boom!" After the collision between the door and the door frame, sawdust floated to her neck. Max held the twisted wrist and said nothing. He glanced at Caius coldly, hoping that he could be cruel She slapped him hard, but calmed down in the next second. If she still wanted to escape from Volturi alive, she couldn't anger the person who directly guarded her.She pursed her lips and stood still, lowering her eyes to suppress the inappropriate content in her eyes.

Caius's eyes caught the emotion, but he just ignored it deliberately, and he didn't realize that his tolerance for Max had reached a new height.Standing under the light source, his tall shadow casts on the neatly arranged books, his snow-white hair is evened out with a faint halo by the dim light, soft and tender.

After a while, he carried a stack of books and placed them on the desk.At this time, Felix brought in a chair from the door and placed it opposite Caius, and kindly lit a lamp for Max.

Angrily, she did not look at Caius, gently put down her injured hand, and turned the pages of the book with the other hand.Max's throat seemed to be blocked by something, he bit his mouth tightly to suppress his urge to fight with Caius, his eyes were sore and swollen and he looked at the same font for a long time, she didn't have a word about the content read in.

As soon as the midnight clock passed, Max couldn't hold back and fell asleep. His forehead fell on the table little by little like a chicken pecking at rice. Caius, who had been secretly watching her, put down the book in his hand and gently Leaving the study, when she came back, she had bandages and splints in her hands, and treated the skin wound on her wrist with iodine before bandaging it up.The movement was done in one go, without the slightest pause, until he finally took her hand and put it back in place, he didn't notice that he treated her as a fragile object.

His fingers intertwined with her palm, he didn't know where to put his gaze, all he knew was that he couldn't help but look at her face, he probably thought of something sad and closed his eyes as if he was about to cry...

For a moment, his fingers seemed to be on fire. He retracted his fingers like lightning, untied his coat and put it on Max's back, turned off the light and left quickly.

When he found out that Max was looking at Marcus's works, he wanted to evacuate the entire library and only his own works remained, but she didn't expect her to keep it privately.He didn't give him face like this, so he locked her in his study in a fit of anger. Apart from his historical, military, and poetry works on the bookshelf, there were his life chronicles—commonly known as autobiography.

It's a good idea to let this stupid human perceive the great achievements of the oldest blood race in the world, so as to warn her not to try to be obedient.