I didn't know you were such a vampire

On such a night of bitter wind, rain, thunder and lightning, a pale and beautiful teenager who was wet by the rain climbed onto your window sill, stared at you with red eyes, and knocked on your window with his hand.

In such a situation, what would you do?

Qiao Ya, who was so frightened by the thunder, stared at the boy outside the window for a second, and then she stiffened on the chair like a stone sculpture. After the boy outside the window knocked on her window again, she didn't know Where did the courage come from, like a soldier who received an order, he stood up with a "shua", stretched out his right hand and grabbed the curtain beside the window, and then quickly swung his arm to the left.

With the swing of her arm, the window curtain also flew up in the air, covering the window.

This series of actions seemed to be flowing and smooth, without delay. However, after the window curtain blocked all the lightning rainstorm and the boy on the window sill, Qiaoya released the strength to hold her breath. She collapsed back on the chair and lifted the window curtain before. His hand turned and patted his chest lightly.

The firelight on the chandelier flickered slightly, and the sound of the rain was dull and indistinct through the windows and curtains.

Only at this time did she recover from the momentary panic.

About 90.00% of people in this world believe in science and are extremely afraid of ghosts.

Joya is one of those ninety.

At the first moment when she saw the pale boy squatting on the window sill, she completely forgot how gas is exchanged in her lungs, and her mind was filled with bloody big words: Mom, I'm damned!

It is not easy to suppress the screams, but also draw the curtains decisively, that is really a warrior who has overcome fear.Qiao Ya silently gave herself a compliment in her heart, and then began to recall the horrible scene she had just seen.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, a young man with a pale face knocked on her window.

When she first saw such a scene, she was so frightened that she had difficulty breathing, but now that she was relieved, she felt that the boy looked a little familiar.

Good looking, pale face, red pupils...

Uh……

A name slowly came to her mind, and the next moment, another thunderclap exploded in her ears, and the flash of light brought by the lightning reflected a figure on her window curtain, and another knock on the window chased after the tail of the thunder. When he came in, there were three crisp sounds in a row, with a little impatience.

Qiao Ya patted her chest again, her right hand trembling slightly, and opened the window curtain she had just drawn.

Caius Volturi was still squatting on her window sill in the same position, his blond hair was completely soaked by the rain, strands stuck to his cheeks, the water slid from the hair onto his face, and then flowed down his face. The curvature of the face, converging on his pointed chin, will not fall.He pursed his lips tightly, his beautiful and delicate face was full of gloomy killing intent.

Qiao Ya took a step back from his stare.

At this time, he opened his mouth, and the clear voice between the boy and the young man was muffled through the window glass.

"Wait another minute, and I'll smash the window glass."

Qiao Ya immediately stepped forward and opened the blinds. The wind and rain outside the window instantly poured into the room, making the pages of books on her desk rattle. She stretched out a hand in front of her face, reluctantly Blocking the rain that splashed on her cheeks.A few seconds later, the sound of wind and rain was blocked by the window glass again, and the room returned to silence.

Qiao Ya raised her head and found a tall figure in a black cloak standing under the chandelier. He was soaked through, but he was not in a panic, but had an inexplicable aura of a desperate hero.

In the next second, the doomed hero turned his head and looked at her with murderous eyes: "How dare you pull the curtain? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Qiao Ya felt the veins in the back of her head twitch, and she wanted to touch the back of her head, showing a bewildered look, but in the end she whispered: "I... I didn't expect Mr. Volturi to Climb up on my windowsill... I thought it was..."

Before the words "I thought it was a ghost", Caius raised one eyebrow, and his eyes became more angry: "What do you think it is? Do you think it's a disciple?"

Qiao Ya: "...I didn't say that."

Before Caius broke out the ancient Roman slave owner's killing declaration again, she immediately put a smile on her face and said, "I believe that Mr. Volturi came to me in the rain late at night, and he knocked me three times very gently. The window must not have come to kill me."

The moment Caius heard the adjective "gentle", his eyebrows knotted.

"What? Is there something wrong?" Qiao Ya smiled even wider, "Could it be...Mr. Volturi is here to listen to the story?"

Caius' other eyebrow was also knotted.

Before he could emphasize his ancient Roman-style killing declaration again, the smile on Qiao Ya's face was a little anxious again: "Oh, I forgot, Mr. Volturi is soaked through, so I have to change it quickly." , I'll ask Lisa if there are any replacement clothes at home."

As she spoke, she was about to rush out of the house, but she heard Caius whisper, "If you dare to go out, I will kill you."

Qiao Ya turned her head to look at him: "Then you won't kill me if I stay?"

"……do not kill."

Joya took out from the corner of the room the little golden stool that Marco sat on when he came to listen to the story, and was about to ask the bad-tempered vampire hunter to wrong him, but just as she turned around, she saw Caius sitting in front of her desk. That Dante chair.

He was still numb, and water was still dripping from the tips of his hair and the corners of his clothes, forming a small puddle under his feet, but he didn't show any discomfort on his face, just like ancient Rome His slave-owner sits as proudly and gracefully on the Dante chair as on his throne of solid gold.

He turned his face to look at Qiao Ya, who was carrying the small golden stool, and said in a cold tone, as if he was interrogating a slave who had committed theft, "Sit down here."

The corners of Qiao Ya's mouth twitched slightly, and then she sat seven or eight steps away from him with a small golden stool.

"Come here." The slave owner ordered, showing dissatisfaction at the same time, "I won't kill you."

Joya: "Really?"

"..." The bad-tempered slave owner forcibly held back the blurted "I really killed you", and then said impatiently, "Hurry up and sit down."

Only then did Joya move the little golden stool that belonged to Mako and now belonged to her closer to Caius.

The altitude of the two seats is different, which makes the situation of the two people somewhat interesting.In the past, Marco sat on the little golden stool and leaned on Joya's lap to tell stories, but this time it was Joya sitting on the little golden stool with her elbows on her knees, her chin on her palms, and looking up at the Caius sitting in a chair.

Perhaps the light from the chandelier was too soft, or perhaps the sound of the rain outside the window sounded like the sound of a Bacchus lyre. Caius, seen from her perspective, did not have the usual sullenness and impatience. Like those lucky teenagers favored by the gods of Olympus on the canvases of Florentine painters, they have a perfect body and delicate faces.

Yangou Qiaoya decided to forgive him for scaring her by squatting on his windowsill.

"you do this delibrately."

Caius' voice pulled her back to reality from her own thoughts. She blinked inexplicably at first, then smiled and said, "What does Mr. Volturi mean?"

"You deliberately delayed the end of the story until the next day." Caius said firmly.

He tapped lightly on the arm of the chair with his pale fingers, fixed his eyes on Joya, and said, "You deliberately dragged the last part of the story until evening prayer time, announcing this before the end of a story." At the end of the day's activities, the laurels were given to Piero, because you know that Piero, who can't get the ending of the story, will definitely give you the laurels the next day, and you will be the queen for two consecutive days. "

Qiao Ya's pupils were slightly dilated, as if frightened, she raised her right hand, gently covered her slightly opened mouth with her fingertips, and said, "Mr. Volturi actually noticed my little thoughts. "

The corners of Caius's lips curled up slightly, as if he was smiling: "Those idiots probably won't be able to see your small thoughts."

"Those idiots" are probably referring to the noble boy headed by Piero.

He leaned his body on the back of the chair, as if he was quite proud of exposing Qiao Ya's bad idea. The whole person was in a relaxed and comfortable state. Qiao Ya even saw his toes swaying slightly, just like when a cat is acting coquettishly. The tip of the tail wags slightly.

"So your goal is to become the only king within the ten days of club activities." Caius said, looking at Qiao Ya, "I'm curious, where do you get so many stories?"

Qiao Ya said with a smile: "Thousands of years of historical data are so rich. I can come up with a story based on a statue of Apollo with its head cut off, and naturally I can also come up with other stories based on other small details."

Caius bent down.A little closer to Qiao Ya, her eyes were at the same level as hers, as if she wanted to see something from her eyes, Qiao Ya didn't back down, she looked back indifferently with a smile on her mouth.

After a long time, Caius said, "Are you sure these stories are really your own?"

"If there is any similarity, it is purely coincidental." Qiao Ya tilted her head, "Or Mr. Volturi knows that these are true through personal experience?"

Caius narrowed his eyes: "Since I'm here, how could you have the guts to tell a vampire story."

"After all, it's just a legend, only you know." Qiao Ya pointed at him, then at herself: "And I know."

She put down her hand and said, "But we have promised each other to keep each other's secrets, so I will never tell anyone that you are a vampire hunter."

The arc of Caius' mouth dropped a little, he straightened his waist, and looked down at Qiao Ya: "When did I promise you each other?"

Qiao Ya smiled and waved her hands: "It's okay, as long as I remember. Anyway, I know that Mr. Volturi disdains to talk to others... No, it should be, Mr. Volturi disdains to communicate with ordinary people My secret is very safe, and accordingly, keeping Mr. Volturi’s secret also guarantees my safety.” She breathed a long sigh of relief after speaking such a long series of words, and looked at Kai with a smile on her face. Erce.

Caius' expression softened a little, and before he could speak, Qiao Ya said again: "But I'm still a little curious, since Mr. Volturi is a vampire hunter, then the Volturi located in Voltura City Are the entire family also vampire hunters?"

When Caius heard this, his eyes instantly turned cold. He stared at Qiao Ya with a cold and hard voice: "Miss Qiao Ya, sometimes curiosity is not something that can bring you good luck."