I didn't know you were such a vampire

The moment Qiaoya felt a sharp object piercing her neck, her brain went blank, as if she fell from Florence in late summer and early autumn into the frozen sea in deep winter, and all the time became extremely slow , she could clearly feel the blood with its body temperature rushing from the blood vessels in all parts of her body to the wound on the side of her neck, and then slowly draining away.

Her eyes were wide open, and she looked at the crescent moon hanging high in the sky absently. The right hand hanging by her side was unconsciously twisted into a claw shape, trembling slightly, and there were blue veins floating on the back of her hand. I don't know how long it took, after she exhausted all her strength, this hand finally clenched into a fist, and she lifted it up with difficulty, and hit the person lying on her body.

As expected, the back of her hand seemed to be slammed hard on a hard marble, but her senses had already begun to dull, so that the pain didn't flow into her brain immediately along the nerves.

Although her body temperature and consciousness were gradually draining, she immediately thought of the day she first met Caius.

At that time, Florence was still in summer, the sun was hot, and there was no sign of humidity in the air. Marco was taken away by a man who was wrapped up tightly in the central market, regardless of whether her little hobby was It will be exposed to the public, cross the entire central market, and chase it into the alleyway with the back of the sun.

That man had marble-like pale and hard skin, blood-red eyes, and two sharp canine teeth.

Then, Caius suddenly appeared and twisted his head off. There was no blood donation gushing from the severed neck, and he was pale and dead, as if he was already a corpse.

That's... a vampire.

Qiao Ya felt her life being sucked greedily from the wound on the side of her neck by the person lying on her body, she no longer had the strength to launch another attack, and just now, she had already discovered that human beings and non-human bodies can be associative The disparity in strength, at this moment, she is powerless.

Although her thinking was dull due to blood loss, she remembered many things strangely.

At that time, she looked at Caius who could easily unscrew the vampire's head, and immediately took it for granted that Caius and vampires were in a state of opposition, so Caius must be a vampire hunter whose mission was to hunt vampires.

So it is natural to ignore that Caius also has a pair of ruby ​​​​like eyes that are different from ordinary people.

And the last time, the day Caius sat at her desk and told her a story, she accidentally touched Caius' palm.

That is, the same touch as a vampire.

Qiao Ya shivered fiercely, but this shiver seemed to have exhausted all her strength and willpower at this moment, she only felt that she could not even support such a simple action as opening her eyes.

This is the second time she has experienced the feeling of dying.

……

…………

"Bah!"

Suddenly, the crisp sound of tiles falling to the ground awakened her who was about to fall into a deep sleep. Before she opened her eyes, she vaguely heard a voice that seemed to be in extreme anger and full of murderous intent, piercing through the layers of her brain. The overlapping chaos stuffed all her lost consciousness into her brain.

"court death!"

The next moment, the two fangs nailed into the side of her neck fell out of her flesh and blood. She managed to open her eyes, and saw a familiar slender figure standing under the crescent moon, with one hand folded The person on her body pulled up, and the other hand grabbed the man's messy hair, and tore off the man's head.

But this didn't seem to dissipate his monstrous anger at this moment. He grabbed the headless body with both hands and tore the thin body into pieces.

Despite the tragic scene, not a drop of blood spattered from this body, as if he was just tearing a piece of slightly thicker kraft paper.

For Qiao Ya, this series of scenes is like a black and white silent movie, everyone is doing unimaginable movements, it is already very difficult for her to see the process clearly, so she thinks about it consciously other stuff too.

Until she fell into a cold embrace in a blur of consciousness.

"Joya." The clear voice between a teenager and a young man called her in her ear.

She barely raised her eyelids, and saw Caius' golden hair that seemed to exude warmth and silver light under the moonlight. Normally, his golden hair was always pinned back meticulously, even if he climbed up to her in the heavy rain. When looking at the windows, they are all well-behaved and supple, as if every strand of hair carries the arrogance and elegance of an ancient Roman slave owner.

But at this time, Qiao Ya felt that this person was a bit embarrassed.

"You are shaking." She heard Caius say this, she opened her mouth, and a hoarse voice squeezed out from her dry throat as if it had been sucked dry: "I feel so uncomfortable..."

Her body has not been freed from the frozen sea, but the wound on the side of her neck is already burning like fire.

"The wound...is so uncomfortable..."

She was pillowed in Caius' arms, where it should be warm and soft, but she felt as if she was sleeping on a granite porch in the depths of winter.

She opened her eyes wide, and the hand hanging by her side was scrambling in the air, grabbing the corner of Caius's clothes, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, grabbing the corner of the clothes, dying Clenched tightly in the palm of the hand.

"I'm very uncomfortable..." She began to feel difficulty in breathing, panting rapidly, "I'm going to die..."

"Stop talking." She heard the voice say in her ear, the voice was suppressed very low, without the clarity, as if falling into the darkness, "I won't let you die .”

"I'm going to die..." Qiao Ya no longer realized who was holding her. This feeling was all too familiar to her, as if she had stepped into the Limbo Prison described by Dante in "Divine Comedy". Wandering anxiously on the edge of hell, but still feel the pain of the body that is suffering.

She died like this in her previous life.

"Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, I'm going to die." Qiao Ya squeezed out such a sentence, a tear gushed out of her eye socket, and then suddenly ran across her cheek.

……

…………

When Qiao Ya woke up from the chaos again, she first felt a warmth gently enveloping her, probably because she was struggling between freezing and burning before her consciousness disappeared, so that At this moment, she actually had a feeling that she was dreaming.

She managed to open her eyes, and the light and shadow of the dancing flames came into her field of vision vaguely. Before she could fully see everything in front of her eyes, she heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice: "Riccardo, your family The little girl is awake."

Qiao Ya moved her head slightly, then felt someone approaching her, leaned down, and asked softly in her ear: "Qiao Ya? Are you awake? Is there any serious problem?"

She recognized Ricardo's voice, felt a little relieved, and reluctantly shook her head.

"Want something to drink?" Ricardo asked again.

She nodded.

Immediately afterwards, Ricardo grabbed the back of her head with one hand, helped her up slightly, and then pressed a hard object against her lips. Fluid poured down her throat.

It's water, or hot water at just the right temperature.

Italians in this era, especially the nobles, used wine as their daily drink. Water was considered dirty and cheap, and their status was extremely low. Even farmers were unwilling to drink water to quench their thirst.So much so that since Qiaoya came to this world, she has basically never drank water.

And at this time, after she drank the ordinary and tasteless drink that people in the future would see, she felt a strange feeling. She did not know where to draw the strength, stretched out her two hands, and held the serving cup. Holding the water container, he raised his head, trying to drink up the water in the container.

Ricardo patted her on the back, and said softly, "Drink slowly, and be careful not to choke."

And the voice that was relatively unfamiliar to Qiao Ya before had a bit of a smile: "Ricardo, this girl in your family actually likes to drink water. Is she a noble lady from the Vatican, or a country girl?" After a pause, he became anxious, "Wait, wait! Ricardo, your girl is going to drink up my water! What should I do if she drinks up?"

And Ricardo still patted Qiao Ya on the back and said to him, "I'll fill you with another jug ​​from the Arno River after you've finished drinking."

"The Arno River water is so stinky, do you think I can drink it?"

"You, Ezio, are omnipotent, nothing more than the water of the Arno River."

……

Like drinking, Qiao Ya drank the warm water in the kettle without distraction, and then took a big breath.

She heard the sound of firewood burning and crackling in the flames, felt the damp air, and heard the quarrel between two middle-aged men.

She smiled silently, lowered her head again, and grabbed a handful of wet soil from her side.

"I won't let you die."

As Caius said, she is still alive.