silent in the black lake

I cried

but i don't know why i cry

He stretched out his hand to the heat mark that had slid down his face, but before he touched it, his hand was caught and his jaw was pinched

With unquestionable strength, the cold big hand pulled down my hand and lifted my face

In the eyes is a frightening face

The outline of the pale face is exquisite and resolute, the dark eyes are so deep that you can't see clearly, there is a smile on the corner of the mouth, the smile is unclear, it doesn't look happy

"Cry?" The man raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his lips deepened, but now the smile was obviously ridiculed, "No," he ordered coldly

He just stared at me so closely, as if he was looking at my face, and he seemed to be staring into my eyes all the time.

His deep eyes were so black that they could devour everything. I seemed to see a rippling black lake in it. Slowly, the vortex disappeared, and the lake surface returned to calm, like a mirror, reflecting my eyes.

A pair of clear and serene purple eyes

But I have an illusion that these purple eyes are not mine, because at this moment my mind is blank, my heart is confused, and I am a little nervous when he is staring at me, I should not be able to achieve the tranquility in those purple eyes

It is a kind of tranquility that seems to forget all emotions at a glance

He was still staring at me, without any change in expression, but the strength of his grip on my wrist suddenly increased, pinching my bones and crackling, I was a little hurt, and he looked a little flustered, subconsciously lowered my eyes and thought to break free from his grip

"Look at me" he ordered again coldly, his tone seemed a little unhappy, he squeezed my chin hard and raised my face, forcing me to be unable to escape his gaze, instead he grabbed the back of my hand behind my back, only the hand much lighter

Actually I can still look away, but I don't know why all of a sudden I just want to look at him

He looked at me and suddenly laughed lightly. He obviously had a resolute and mature face, but he smiled brightly and happily like a child, but his expression suddenly became gloomy, his eyes were irritable, and his anger was palpable.

He suddenly let go of my chin and stretched out his hand to wipe my eyelids vigorously. The strength made me feel that he was trying to crush my eye sockets. I couldn't help but close my eyes, and my eyes secreted tears because of this force.

"No tears," he ordered again, squeezing my eyes harder and harder

This is clearly a physiological reaction, not that I want to cry, I am a little wronged, and my eyes hurt, so I stretch out my other hand to grab his hand, trying to stop his behavior

I tried to pull his hand away, but I guess he pulled it away by himself, because when I first pulled him, he couldn't move at all, and his hand was as steady as a part of my face

He pinched my chin again, forcing me to accept his gaze. After a long time, his expression changed from angry to calm, and he sighed faintly: "These purple eyes never shed tears."

"Never" he repeated with his thin lips slightly parted, and his black eyes became deeper

In the deep darkness, I seemed to see a fleeting emotion that touched my heart. I don't know what it is, but if you look at it together with his tightly knit brows and the delicately curved corners of his mouth, I guess it probably is sad

He stared at me again for a long time, so long that I don't know how long it has passed, I was very surprised myself, obviously feeling flustered, but I kept looking at him without averting my eyes

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up, his smile was very evil, and with the mockery from before, the eyes he looked at me turned into contempt

"As my servant, I should give you a name" he said to himself

"Noel" as if he had already thought about it, he blurted out, then pinched my jaw, the contempt in his eyes disappeared, replaced by the emotion that touched my heart

"Noel, Noel, Noel..." He called unhurriedly, and every time he called, his dark eyes seemed to light up a little, making his bottomless eyes bright some can see the end

Just when I felt that I was about to see the darkness in his eyes clearly, he seemed to come back to his senses, his eyes became dark again, and the end that was close at hand was out of reach again

"From now on your name is Noel, remember" he said to me with a sneer

"Yes" I answered subconsciously, but I was surprised because I didn't intend to answer, but for some reason my mouth said it by itself

My name is Noel, and this idea suddenly appeared in my mind, which made me even more panicked, but his deep black eyes swallowed up my panic

My name is Noel, the first thing I need to remember is in my blank mind, I no longer want to think about why, and suddenly I can’t remember what I was thinking about

"My name is Noel" I replied, staring at him

His evil smile deepened, revealing two sharp fangs, his eyes moved down, as if he was looking at my neck, suddenly a dazzling red light flashed in his dark eyes, he squeezed my jaw tightly, and opened my mouth my face, buried in my neck

I finally didn't have to look at him, but I didn't relax, because there was a wet and soft touch on the neck, and it was light and heavy, and it was sweeping back and forth

He was licking my neck and I suddenly realized what he wanted to do next and I struggled desperately

Pushing, hammering, pulling, breaking free, I did all the resistance I could think of, I used all my strength, but he still held me firmly, no matter how hard I struggled, even I tore off his hair, but he didn't say a word, as if he didn't notice

After a while, the licking stopped, followed by the intense pain caused by the cold sharp piercing into the skin, and the heat in the body also gathered at the cold foreign object that pierced the body, making the whole body cold Only that spot was hot as if it had been burned by fire, and the smell of blood filled my nose, even though it was my own blood smell, I still had a nauseous feeling

Even though I knew I couldn't break free, I still kept struggling. I didn't know why I was so persistent, but my intuition told me that there might be a glimmer of life in struggling. If I give up resistance, only death remains.

The pain on the neck suddenly increased a lot, and I could feel his fangs deepened a lot. He seemed to be biting me with other teeth. The way holds me tight, binds my arms in it

I heard the swallowing sound of gurgling, fast and rhythmic, my body became stiff and numb, and all the colors in front of me became gray, as if covered with a layer of dust

The pain is so painful that I can’t breathe but gradually I can’t feel the pain. This is probably a harbinger of death.

I opened my mouth and wanted to exclaim, but subconsciously bit my lips tightly. For some reason, I always felt that being sucked to death by a vampire was a very shameful thing.

"..... Vampire" words flowed from my throat, but I don't know whether the sound can temporarily relieve the pain, or this sentence allows me to vent the pain. In short, I feel that the pain has been eased and my breathing is slightly smoother some

Taking a deep breath and recovering a bit of strength, I repeatedly yelled to vent: "...vampire....vampire...vampire"

He stopped sucking blood, and at this moment, I was a little glad that I hadn't really touched death yet.

The next moment he let go of his arms and kicked me to the ground suddenly. His kick was very hard. I slid on the ground for a long time and hit the wall before I stopped. I felt like my body was being kicked apart. I suffocated instantly and lay on the ground. I couldn’t breathe for a long time, and there was still hot liquid gurgling out of my neck, all of which made me feel that my vitality was getting weaker

With a chuckle, he squatted beside me, grabbed my hair, lifted my head, looked straight into my eyes, and said coldly with a mockery: "Vampire? How about a disgraced vampire"

My heart trembled. If it is a shame to be sucked to death by a vampire, then being a vampire is probably worse than death. I don’t know why I think so, but as long as I think about it, I feel a blank brain hurts. gotta burst

He laughed, and the bright red blood was still stained on his lips, which made this smile very evil and weird, "I'm scared," he said, his tone seemed to be declaring and asking rhetorically

Suddenly he raised his eyebrows again, and slammed my head on the ground. I was dizzy, and he stared at me from above in my blurred vision.

"I won't give you a first hug." He said with a slight smile: "I won't let you become a night clan, even if you want a first hug, I will find a thirteenth generation to give you a first hug, so that you can become a real one." of vampires, fourteen generations”

I trembled uncontrollably, and a voice in my heart told me that the fourteenth generation of vampires are bloodthirsty beasts that are completely half-dream and half-awake

He laughed more wantonly, pinched my jaw, forced me to look at him, looked into his mocking eyes, "Do you know why I treat you like this?" He smiled and said without pause, Self-conscious answer: "Because you are not worthy"

"You don't deserve it, do you understand?" His face became gloomy, he grabbed my wrist and crushed it hard.

"Ah!" My heart was pounding with pain, and my eyes were suddenly dark, but in this darkness, his deep eyes became more and more shining, like the only light

I was surprised and ashamed by this idea, as if to remind myself, and as if to annoy him so that he couldn't smile smugly, I gritted my teeth and shouted persistently: "...you Just a vampire, a vampire"

But he still had a smug face as if he had seen through my thoughts, stretched out his hand and wiped my neck, then raised my jaw, letting me watch him stick out his tongue and lick my blood-stained fingers clean

I was a little ashamed and helpless so I had to close my eyes, but he ordered: "Open your eyes and look at me", as his words fell, my eyes opened involuntarily, and I looked straight at you. Looking at him, I am a little angry that I can't control myself

He kept staining blood from my neck with his fingers, and then licked it clean. I just looked at him like this, and suddenly I stopped being angry, because I saw his expression slowly becoming obsessed with greed, and confused by blood. Mentally bloodthirsty beasts are alike

But I was suddenly confused, how could I know what a bloodthirsty beast looks like

Before I could think about it, his face turned cold. He grabbed my broken wrist and pulled me into his arms. He looked at me coldly and said, "What are you proud of? Your blood is my blood." The worst blood you’ve ever drank, do you understand, you’re not even qualified to make food?” After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hands to cover my eyes, lowered my head, and supported my back, making the skin around my neck extremely tight

The next moment, the cold sharp pierced my neck deeply and fiercely, and the severe pain surged again, but in a trance, I heard my weak and trembling voice, shouting brokenly and collapsingly.

"Understood"