[Twilight] Believer

The whole room is shrouded in a gloomy night, there are crumbs of cloth in the flying dust, and the smell wafting back and forth in the air is mixed with blood, red wine, and if the smell of glass scum can also be counted, all of these are okay It is loosely referred to as "tattling swords".

He forcefully broke into her lips and tongue. Right now, he is half immersed in venting his anger, and half immersed in the belief that he should handle her gently. The struggle and the tears forced out of the eyes, stopped the movement, Max was afraid, he heard the heartbeat frequency, not because of the stimulation of adrenal hormones, but just because she was afraid.

Caius had an extremely angry expression, and the monstrous anger surged in her eyes like a wave of smoke was about to drown her. Similarly, if her gaze could easily tear a vampire apart, she would definitely not be stingy with that gaze.The physical pain was nothing at all, she stared at Caius, she didn't think that this vampire would destroy the laws and regulations she made with her own hands, if she killed her at this moment, it would be a worthy death - stay with him Being around is the real life is worse than death.

She bit her lip to resist or not, to live or to die, Max thought about thousands of possibilities after making this decision, maybe she succeeded, burned Caius to death, or failed, she was transformed and killed Kill, or maybe he found nothing, and the werewolf's blood didn't react to him... But none of them were in this moment, and the flames in his eyes foretold what was about to happen.

Caius thought that his endurance had reached its limit now, her snow-white collarbone was still bubbling blood, seeping into the dark mattress, his fingertips touched the wet sheet, he bit the back teeth, this The smell couldn't make him want to smoke, he was just reminiscing about the feeling he had just returned to the door, the feeling of knowing someone was waiting for him...

It's a pity that the more tender it is, the more ironic it is at the moment. The two of them have never been able to coexist peacefully, and they have never been willing to believe that he stole those days in the small French town. The identity was stolen from her a little bit of tenderness.

So after dismantling all this, everything is embarrassing and trying to cover up, "Max, even for a second, for a second, did you treat me fairly?"

"Caius, don't you think it's ridiculous for you to say the word 'love' to me, to a hunter, your former prisoner, a race you hate?" She stared at him, "You will feel angry, It's embarrassing, you want to kill me but also want to keep me, why bother to put yourself in this situation?"

She backed away a little, and just one simple movement made her exhausted and in great pain, "Are you going to kill me?"

Caius had a sweet smile on his face, the smile reached his eyes, but it was so fierce: "Have you said enough?" His fingers landed on her bare skin, inch by inch, and finally stopped at Her leg, "I will not kill you, but I will not let you go for the humiliation imposed on me today."

He looped her legs around his waist, and slowly undid the tie, buttons, and belt of his shirt. While doing this, he kept looking at her increasingly panicked expression with a half-smile.

The night is so dark, you can't see the boundary between sorrow and joy, the night illuminates the night, and the pain overcomes the pain.

She dreamed that she was floating in the sea that made her blind, her body lost weight, and she was about to be swallowed up by the world.Her head seemed to be heavy with lead, she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, wondering if the chandelier fell on her at this moment, would he die first or she would die first.

Max sat up and tried to reattach the dislocated hand, she was lucky, Caius just let her dislocate one hand, picked up a shirt sleeve from the ground - she spent a lot of money Courage not to look at the bruised skin, this is his shirt, which is white, wrinkle-free, and handmade. She opened the corners of her mouth and chuckled, but found that her voice had long been unable to make a sound.

The cotton wool was still floating, she glanced at the completely unconscious man, it seemed that the bottle of werewolf blood she drank was still very effective, she took the silverware given to her by Howard from her ankle, and walked around The circle wrapped around Caius' body, and his smooth, marble-like skin was burned with gray-black marks...

Sacrifice, she sacrificed herself, the determination to burn jade and stone together, she said that if she wanted to burn him to death, she would not stab him to death with a knife.

She stopped and rested a few times during the ignition process. She felt that her physical strength was about to be exhausted, and her hand holding the lighter was shaking. The shirt, which was very large for her, was blown against her body by the wind. Feeling cold, but with the illusion of blood boiling.

The whole room was filled with flammable objects by her, but at this moment, she couldn't do anything for some reason. There was no doubt that she hated him, but this hatred was obviously mixed with a lot... No way Clearly, what can be called love is clearly a word that cannot appear in all her feelings for him.

Finally he awoke, and as Max waited to deliver Caius the final blow, he awoke.

For a moment, she heard herself breathe a sigh of relief, she didn't need her to do ideological work for herself, and Caius could tell her to drop the lighter without hesitation in one sentence.

Caius frowned and looked at Max beside the bed in pain. He pursed his lips tightly. His eyes were so calm and unwavering. He just stared at this woman quietly. He even felt that her hesitation was like It's as ridiculous as a fairy tale, didn't you say you don't love him, why are you hesitating now?

"Max."

"Huh?" Her head was still a little stunned by the pain, "Caius, are you in pain?"

"I'm in pain!" She touched her neck, heart, waist and finally returned to her heart, as if she was looking at him or not, "Do you feel pain?"

"You are a blood race, so you don't know what pain is." She covered her lighter hat and sat on the ground next to his bed, her eyes met, and he tried his best to distinguish her expression from the increasingly blurred vision, "Don't be brave Well, the blood of the werewolf is not useless. I am not deceived or used, but you are too stupid, if you calm down a little, you will not find the flaw."

"you're right."

"Save your energy, if you still have a chance to be rescued by your companions."

"I'm conflicted, I seem to be suffering from Stockholm Syndrome... such a neurotic mental illness."

The silverware made him think a little bit, he could barely hear, she said Stockholm Syndrome...

"It is said that the vengeful nature of your blood race will never forget insults and injuries, so you will remember me, right?"

The two of them were equally weak. Caius watched Max standing up with difficulty while leaning on the wall. The faint sunlight shrouded her, just like the one he saw in Voltura at that time, stubborn and unruly, How come he will be the one to be tamed in the end.

"You are the one I must kill, or all my efforts will be in vain."

"Caius Volturi, goodbye."

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Howard was waiting in a deserted church outside the castle. She walked barefoot for miles until she could no longer smell the smell of burning wood. Weeds that were half a person's height pricked her fingers as she pushed them apart, and gravel cut the soles of her feet. However, she kept walking as if she couldn't feel the pain...

Max, who appeared in front of Howard, was like a shell that had lost his soul. His long wet curly hair stuck to his neck and face, his lips were pale and his eyes were dull. He reached out and hugged her crumbling body: "I burned him , I can’t imagine I actually did that.”

"Does it hurt?"

"Did you say there?" She asked meaningfully, "I don't know where the emotion came from, it seems that there is really a little bit of reluctance."

Such a warm body temperature really didn't want to be pushed away, she was wrapped in Howard's coat, and her last words before she passed out, "I'm going to Fox."

The big bed engulfed in flames surrounded Caius like a prairie fire. The high temperature of the fire caused him unbearable pain. He felt that the skin on his body was about to be burned out, and the chandelier on the ceiling was burning. He squinted slightly. He stared at the lamp... a few seconds later it fell down, and everything was slowed down frame by frame until the huge object was pressed under his ribs, and the pain was so painful that it has been more than 3000 years since human beings have recognized pain. All the memories of his pain as a human came together instantly and amplified a hundredfold.

Of course he will be in pain. Before this time, he might secretly dream that he and Max can lie to each other, or that he can get more time to live in peace by trapping her, but his eyes It seems to be blinded by the fog, but he can't remember that Max is an out-and-out blood hunter, and he deeply hates the humans of the blood race.

"I've never seen you so desperate! Caius, look at the mistakes you made!" Aro broke through the window with his cronies, and Caius closed his eyes silently when he saw his two elder brothers : "I saw it."

"Fool!"

"Ah Luo, we are here to rescue Caius, not to listen to your reprimand to him." Marcus rarely sped up his speech, and raised his hand to let his subordinates do it.

The fire was so fierce that Dmitry pushed Benjamin (the blood race who controls the five elements in the fourth part), and the latter reluctantly stretched out his hand, and in an instant a raging river spewed out between his five fingers, even though he was unwilling at all Helping the Volturi, but being able to witness Caius's... embarrassment surrounded by the fire at a close distance is not in vain.

"We came late." Luo lowered his voice slightly in pain, while Marcus shook his head: "Fortunately, we found it early, otherwise it would be too late to call for help."

"No, we shouldn't have let him go in the first place."