silent in the black lake

Chapter 15 My Decision

I took a sharp breath, opened my eyes, and saw his delicate and resolute face and dark eyes

"Are you awake?" He reached out and touched my forehead, "It's still hot."

The coldness of his hand made me compare the heat of my forehead, and I realized that my whole body was hot

It seems that I have a fever, my head hurts, and my throat is dry and smoking

"Dizzy or not, can you sit up?" His tone was bluntly concerned for the first time, but I didn't answer him, just looked at him quietly

His gentle appearance and tone now make me unable to connect him with the black-eyed vampire in my memory

He stared at me for a while, then suddenly picked up the water glass on the side and took a big sip, then pinched my jaw, opened my lips lightly, then covered my lips, and sent clear water into my mouth

Moisturized by the water, the throat is much more comfortable, but it is still dry and sore

As if he knew what I was thinking, he just kept drinking water, covered my lips, sent the water into my mouth, and finished feeding a glass of water patiently, his movements were gentle as if he was caring for some treasure.

But in my memory, his cruelty and indifference flashed before my eyes one after another, as well as Raymond's eyes disappearing in the wind, all these reminded me in my heart that these tenderness are just illusions

"Why are you crying?" he asked suddenly, stretched out his fingers and gently wiped the corners of my eyes, he was completely different from the one in memory who slapped me and ordered me not to cry

He did so many torture-like things to me, killed so many humans, and killed Raymond, why I couldn't bear to kill him, I asked myself

Why do you always rejoice at his little tenderness

Why do I always feel subconsciously touched when I see those complicated emotions in his dark eyes?

Why do you always want to see the end and the bottom of the black lake in his eyes as clearly as possible?

Why all this, I can't figure it out

He suddenly hugged me into his arms, kept stroking my hair, and said softly, "Don't cry."

don't cry, jeremy

Suddenly a tall figure wearing a crown appeared in my memory. He squatted in front of me, took me into his arms, rubbed my hair and said: Don’t cry, Jeremy

But I can't remember his face clearly, I just remember that there is always a resolute expression on this face, but every time he looks at me, that serious resoluteness turns into a kind smile

Every time this figure rubs my hair, pats my back, until I stop crying, he will let me go, look at me and smile at me

And I would always sob and take off the gorgeous crown on his head, put it on my head, and ask him if it looks good, actually I don’t like the crown, I just like him to praise me

He never gets angry, let alone take away the crown, he just smiles and compliments me saying it looks good, and then takes the crown with a sigh

Why sigh, I asked him

The crown is too heavy, he said

Don’t wear it if it’s too heavy, I will hold on to the crown persistently and refuse to return it to him every time

And he always smiled and gently opened my hand and said: The crown needs to be worn by someone.

I wear it for you, say I'll put the crown on my head

The wide crown hangs slanted over my face, I think it will make me look stupid

And he always hugged me tightly in his arms and whispered in my ear: If possible, I hope you will never wear a crown in your life

I never understood what he meant then, but now I do

Father's crown is really heavy, it weighed my brother's hair white, and I couldn't breathe, but even so, we still feel sorry for this gorgeous crown all the time

There are still so many human beings who will be killed before our eyes, and the vampires still cannot be defeated, and the fate of human beings enslaved by vampires cannot be changed.

And not only am I unable to inherit your mission and responsibilities, but I am also trapped in this golden cage, trapped in the arms of this vampire, and I don't even want to leave

"Can you?" I covered my eyelids with my arms, "stop killing humans and half-vampires"

His hand stroking my hair suddenly stopped, his arm was pulled down vigorously, and his dark eyes came into my eyes

"Are you still feeling sorry for that damned half-vampire?" He squinted his eyes and asked in a low voice, revealing some dangerous breath

"He's dead, already" I looked at him, tears overflowing from the corners of my eyes, "You've already killed him, why do you still hate him so much?"

"Are you feeling sorry for him?" His voice became a little colder

I'm a bit annoyed at his paranoid hate, "Even if an animal dies, I can feel sorry for it! Not to mention that's...that's a sentient being", but I'm afraid of him found my memory

"Have feelings? How do you know he has feelings?" He grabbed the most difficult part of my words, and at the same time pinched my chin and raised it, forcing my gaze to look at him again

"I guessed" I think my answer may be a bit lame, he has a face of disbelief, and the gloom in his black eyes is getting more and more

"Lie" He looked at me for a long time and suddenly said coldly

"No" I looked directly at him, I guess it might be because my eyes dodged a little that made him see some flaws

He suddenly grabbed my hand and picked it up, pinched one of the fingers, "When you are nervous, the tips of your nails will scrape each other", he said with certainty

I was startled, and suddenly saw a small gap on the nail of that finger

But then I became puzzled again. This little habit is sometimes ignored by myself. It was Raymond who told me. Only Raymond and I knew it. How did he know it and when did he notice it?

However, before I could think about it carefully, he squeezed my jaw suddenly, approached my face, stared into my eyes, and asked repeatedly: "Are you feeling sorry for that half-vampire?"

How can I not be sad, Raymond is the person I have liked for so long, if possible, I want to be swallowed by the burning smoke instead of him, but if I am erased by Linton again, I will forget Raymond

This is probably the greatest tragedy

"No." My heart beat faster, I looked directly at him and answered, and I didn't pick my fingers again. I think there should be no flaws this time

He stared at me for a long time, then broke my face and approached my neck, about to suck blood

I was startled, he will definitely feel my thoughts when he sucks my blood now, I hurriedly pushed him away, "Today, don't suck my blood today, okay?" Afraid that he would not agree, I added another sentence, " I feel bad physically"

Probably because of my pleading tone, he straightened up after a pause, as if he had given up on the idea of ​​sucking blood

I just breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly put me on the bed, and then went out, and in the blink of an eye, he came back again, holding a red wine bottle

Sitting next to me, poured a glass of bright red liquid into the goblet, handed it to me and said, "It won't hurt after drinking it."

"What is this?" I became wary, "I don't want to drink something red"

"Tomato juice" He thrust the glass into my hand like he couldn't refuse

Looking at the swaying bright red in the cup, I suddenly became nervous. I handed the cup to my mouth while observing him like last time, but his face remained expressionless, and even his black eyes were calm.

I had no choice but to sniff the liquid again, but the liquid seemed to have been chilled, and there was no smell at all. I could only stick out the tip of my tongue and lick it a little.

A tiny smell of blood immediately spread from the tip of my tongue, and I let go of the cup in shock, but he suddenly pulled back the hair on the back of my head, and at the same time pressed the cup against my lips, and suddenly lifted it up

I was caught off guard by a large mouthful of blood, and he raised my chin violently, forcing me to swallow some, and I immediately turned over and vomited in nausea

I vomited for a long time, feeling like bile was about to come out, and I was even dizzy when I vomited, but he suddenly said, "Is this smell disgusting?"

"Don't force me to drink blood anymore!" I roared, no matter whose blood it is, I can't accept it, it will only make me feel so much guilt that I can't get rid of it

"Guess whose blood is this?" He suddenly showed a wicked smile, pulled me into his arms, tightened my back, pinched my chin, and asked

"Whoever it is! Don't let me drink it! Or I'll crash and die in front of you!" Although it was coercion, I wasn't joking

But his smile deepened, he stared at me and said, "Remember this smell that makes you sick, because it's from that bloody half-vampire"

At this moment, I just felt that my heartbeat stopped suddenly, and the bloody smell in my mouth was still rolling in my mouth and throat. I wanted to spit it out immediately, but I thought it was the smell of Raymond, but I couldn't bear to lose this taste. The sense of guilt is like a knife that keeps cutting out my heart

In this unbreathable discomfort, I suddenly remembered the scene where Raymond was swallowed by the burning smoke

Jeremy, he calls silently

Jeremy, I will always be behind you, never leave, he promised

But now this promise is gone with a puff of burning smoke, and I have no chance to listen to it again

No more, no more!All gone!

I was stabbed through by the vampire in front of me, but now he forces me to drink the blood of my favorite Raymond, forcing me to disgust Raymond

"You are the most disgusting!" I yelled, I think my voice should be described as trembling and screaming

"You really are still feeling sorry for him." He squeezed my jaw tightly, so hard that it felt like my jaw was about to shatter

"You really lied to me again!" He roared, anger accumulated in his black eyes, and he pushed me onto the bed, pressed my legs against me, and grabbed my two wrists that kept waving resistance and pressed them down. the top of the head

He grabbed the red wine bottle on the side and took a big sip, then pinched my jaw like last time, forcing me to close my lips, covered my lips, and squeezed blood into my mouth

I gritted my teeth tightly, but the blood still seeped in through the gaps between my teeth. I pressed my tongue against my throat, but the bloody smell still slid down my throat and rushed out to my heart, making all my internal organs uncomfortable and disgusting Panic

My heartbeat twitched violently during this discomfort, and I was shaking so hard that my already hot body became hotter and hotter with this increasingly intense heartbeat, which made me feel like I was experiencing a fire burning my body, and my eyes were even more intense. It was so hot that it was about to melt, causing blurred and distorted vision

The delicate and resolute face in front of him also distorted and fluctuated accordingly, and the edges of the face were blurred by the hot tears welling up from the corners of his eyes, leaving only those dark and deep eyes slightly clear, but soon that The eyes are also blurred

The taste that belongs to Raymond from my mouth to my heart makes me wonder whether the uncomfortable feeling I feel now is very similar to that before Raymond was annihilated in ashes

Is the burning smoke as hot as the heat that drives me crazy? Is the scene seen by those dull black eyes as blurred as the sight in front of me at this moment?

This kind of powerlessness of trying to see everything clearly but being unable to see clearly anyway, this kind of helplessness of struggling desperately but still being firmly restrained, is it exactly the same as the moment when Raymond was wiped out?

But the blood flowing from my throat reminded me that something was different, at least I still had a chance to fight again, to resist this powerful vampire who enslaved and oppressed me

He drank my blood for a long time, I guess he may have finished that bottle, he drank me, licked my lips, and then kissed again, but I can't find the before in this kiss I feel the tenderness that touches me

His cold lips quickly overwhelmed the burning temperature of my body, which only made my heart tremble. His and my lips were filled with the smell of blood. His expression was satisfied and intoxicated. The softness of my lips still tastes the blood of Raymond he hates

Only then did I realize that he was just a vampire, a vampire who drank the blood of the person he hated and found satisfaction, a vampire who imprisoned me and ordered me to enslave me, a vampire who disregarded life, a vampire who killed The vampire who murdered the one I love and forced me to drink his blood, a cruel vampire

One, the vampire I'm supposed to fight

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