midnight.
Hawkins Cemetery.
A bright light flashed in a bush, brighter than the fireflies flying in the night sky, but it quickly dimmed.
Dean lay motionless inside:
Extend your left leg straight and bend your right leg, keeping the angles between the waist and back, between the forearm and the upper arm, and between the left and right forearms all unchanged.
My eyes were staring at the tombstone belonging to Peter under the pine tree fifty meters away through the magnifying glass. From time to time, I would open my God's perspective and observe the movements around me.
Darkness enveloped the entire cemetery, and the night breeze caressed it. Cicadas, grasshoppers, and weavers were chirping one after another in the swaying shrubs and grass. Weeds and dead branches passed over the ground, making more subtle noises.
Under the dark night sky and dim moonlight, the shadows of the trees are like guards standing quietly in the darkness, faithfully guarding the desolate and desolate tombstones in the cemetery for decades.
…
An unusually gloomy and penetrating coolness permeated the air unconsciously, as if the dead man's hand was touching the back of his neck, making him breathless and his skin numb and itchy.
But Dean remained motionless, steady as a rock.
Dean's eyelids suddenly twitched.
In the double-viewing mirror, an unexpected visitor stepped on ghostly footsteps, flying lightly and silently across the grass of the cemetery.
In one breath, he passed ten meters and arrived in front of Peter's tombstone.
really! The real murderer is here!
Strong excitement beat on Dean's chest, and his heartbeat nearly reached his throat.
The system vibrated at the same time, and the survey jumped to fifty percent.
He held his breath and looked further through the magnifying glass.
This visitor is a humanoid creature, wearing a black cloak and a black pointed hat, and his whole body almost blends into the night.
And the curves under the cloak are thrilling,
Curved hips, thin waist, plump, like fertile hills.
From Dean's angle, he could still see her profile, which was as pale as paper against the black cloak. Her jawline and neck were as graceful as works of art, her nose was straight, her lips were as red as if they were stained with blood, and her bright eyes were sparkling. With its soul-stirring charm, he seemed to be smiling affectionately at the observer in the dark.
This is an absolutely sexy beauty.
And Dean had seen it on that poster in the movie theater!
"Magician Monica, the accomplice of Peter's death, you finally showed your flaws."
Dean exhaled carefully and moved his wrist a little.
Then Monica took out a shovel that she carried with her.
His slender hands grabbed the shovel and began frantically digging the grave.
She looks sexy on the outside, but her movements are fast enough to put even the most skilled miner to shame.
Puff puff--
The shovel was swung with both hands so fast that people couldn't see clearly, and piles of soil were thrown into the air to form a line. It was estimated that the coffin could be dug out in a quarter of an hour.
"What kind of creature is Monica?"
Dean didn't act rashly. He had the upper hand in the dark and could think patiently.
This woman's lips were as red as blood, her skin was sickly pale, and she exuded a noble temperament from the inside out, which reminded him of a word -
vampire,
Beautiful, elegant, mysterious, a vampire who lives in the dark!
"Do vampires exist in this world?"
The good and evil of this thing are unclear, so Dean simply regards her as an enemy.
"If she is a vampire, how should I deal with her?"
Dean's mind flashed to the introductory instructions in Tribeca's Supernatural Encyclopedia and Tales of Legends.
Vampires are good at hypnosis, high-speed movement, transforming into bats, blood-sucking healing, and flying?
But it should be a creature with high attack and sensitivity.
"We can't get close to her rashly. Even if we want to communicate and negotiate, we have to make her lose her fighting ability first!"
"And the 120 experience points reward proves that her strength may not be as good as the previous hedgehog-headed nocturnal species."
"You can do it!"
…
Dean turned his eyes and first took out the weapons and equipment from the fantasy space: M1900, AR15, and an M26 armed on his body.
Cheeks hanging, eyes close to the scope.
Hold the trigger lightly with your index finger.
At a certain moment, most of the tomb was dug open, revealing the coffin lid covered with soil. The corners of Monica's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a touching smile.
Take advantage of it now!
Ghost armor!
"Shadows of the past" wrapped around Dean's body.
He pulled the trigger at the same time!
boom!
Gunfire.
Huge sound waves tore apart the silent night, and strong air currents made the bushes sway this way and that.
A fifty-meter sniper shot as fast as lightning.
The woman standing in front of the tomb had no time to react. Her body suddenly swayed, and a blood hole opened on her left thigh. The splattered blood dyed her black cloak red.
The beautiful cheeks are full of astonishment!
boom!
Dean is so ruthless.
Second shot.
But the woman recovered from the stiffness surprisingly quickly, and her hot body jumped sideways first, perfectly dodging the bullet.
Her back arched like a big cat, and her thin lips grinned, revealing two fangs.
Swish——
Glittering steel awls were drilled out from the tips of the fingers of her hands, which were as delicate as porcelain. She held a pair of sharp claws and quickly rushed towards the bush where Dean was hiding.
Her thigh was injured, and her running posture was no longer as light and agile as before. Her body swayed out of balance and her speed slowed down, but the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Dean continued to pull the trigger.
boom!
A strange scene appeared.
Monica quickly waved the big cloak in front of her, and like magic, the bullet was put into the darkness and disappeared.
But the delicate body behind the cloak was not damaged, and a fragrant wind swept past it.
Fifty meters…
Thirty meters…
She once again dodged a shot using magic.
The fragrant aroma of his body flowed into Dean's nose along with the strong wind. His heart was swaying inexplicably, and he was in a trance. An uncontrollable heat surged in his lower abdomen.
But Superman's will is not a decoration.
Dean shakes off the charm with a shake of his head.
His eyes fell into darkness again, and the sounds in his ears, the fragrance in his nose, and the airflow passing by his skin all disappeared... A mysterious force instantly took away his vision, hearing, smell, and the pain of being hit continuously. ,
He seemed to be trapped in the dark and empty vacuum of the universe.
The next second.
Dean opened God's perspective, and the lost five senses returned!
Pushing away the woman who suppressed his crazy claw attacks.
A zombie stood up, picked up the TAC-50 at the same time, pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at the woman's towering chest, and fired a close-range burst.
Monica waved her right paw towards the barrel of the gun.
boom!
Gold and iron clash!
A ball of sparks exploded in mid-air, and the gun deflected and shot into the empty night sky.
The sniper rifle was also carried five meters away by the huge force before landing.
The two of them almost collided face to face, like a gentle couple locked in a stalemate for a second.
A few strands of Monica's long hair kissed Dean's cheek, and a bone-chilling aroma followed.
At the same time, Monica's pale face reflected a moving pink luster, and her watery bright eyes were full of natural charm.
But her flirtatious look was shown to the "blind man", and Dean's will directly exempted him from the charm.
The power of telekinesis silently controlled the AR-15 to rise into the air and float behind Monica.
The loaded M1900 in his hand was aimed at the woman's claws.
boom!
Da da da!
The next second, the two sides were fighting.
The two guns surrounded the woman and spit out tongues of fire. The bullet casings fell to the ground crazily, and the sharp claws shredded the white mist created by the gunpowder.
In this cemetery, the two circled, chased, and collided with each other.
Not just the ground.
Dean used his telekinesis to jump up, and the woman shook her cloak. The two flew several meters into the air, collided violently, erupted into sparks, and then fell together.
Gunshots, roars, groans, and sharp cold lights crisscrossed the night, cutting the night into pieces, and the lawn was filled with pits and white smoke.
Just one minute.
The two people in mid-air suddenly separated and landed on the ground.
Sweat soaked Dean's short hair and cheeks. The close battle rapidly depleted his physical energy, and Monica's pointed hat was knocked away, revealing a shawl of black hair.
A large bloody bullet hole appeared on the bumpy body, destroying muscles and blood vessels, and expanding the wound.
Monica frowned painfully, feeling frightened.
Her sharp claws were unable to shred the "ghost armor". After a minute of fierce fighting, not even a hair of the shameful attacker was missing!
And the wounds all over her body were appearing faster than they could heal themselves. The consumption was too great, the healing speed began to slow down rapidly, and her physical strength and vitality were horribly lost.
You must hurry up!
The woman swooped over again, her long hair flying in the wind, like a cluster of fluttering black butterflies.
Dean stretched out his hands to meet her claws.
14's agility allowed him to move no slower than the woman, and his iron hands caught the woman's wrist first and then second.
Equal power exploded in the two hands, and they wrestled like wrestlers!
Spin in circles.
Dean shamelessly used his telekinesis to freeze Monica's body, and then suddenly opened his eyes, with a terrifying light flashing in his pupils.
Level 3 fighting, instinctive sneak attack!
The left knee is slightly bent.
Push your right knee forward.
The right calf is struck from bottom to top.
Lifting the vaginal legs hits the mark!
Well--
Delicate nasal sounds, groans of pain.
The woman who was hit hard trembled.
Dean grabbed the MP5 and pointed it at the live target. Amid the splashing blood, his mind rolled up a rusty cemetery iron railing and crossed it across the night sky. It penetrated the woman's waist and abdomen like a spear, nailing her hard. on the ground!
Struggling, screaming.
The woman quickly pulled out the iron spear and threw it away, her body under the cloak trembling in severe pain.
Dean took the opportunity to open his hands like steel pliers and hug her delicate body that was as cold as a popsicle. His legs also wrapped around one of the other's legs like a predatory python. He rolled several times against the grass and collapsed on Peter's tombstone. Down.
She was dying and completely lost her ability to resist. Her black hair spread wildly back like seaweed, covered with mud and grass stems.
And Dean sat on her waist, pressing the muzzle of the M1900 in his hand against her forehead.
…
The battle ended in a hurry, and the cemetery regained its tranquility. The moon hiding behind the clouds reappeared, and the moonlight fell on Monica.
Glitter beads of sweat slid down her beautiful face, sliding over her slender neck and the large hole in her clothes, and then there was the beautiful spring light underneath that was as delicate and smooth as jade.
She closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate, waiting for death to come.
But for five whole seconds.
The other party didn't make a move, so she couldn't help but break the dead silence.
"You won't kill me? What do you want from me?"
Her voice was clear and sweet, like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, trembling with fear and anger, and with a hint of endearing charm.
Dean took a deep breath to calm down his restless mood.
"Answer my question honestly, maybe I will let you go, but if you lie...dishonestly," Dean paused, opened his eyes, and grinned, "Believe me, you will be worse than death. "
The woman's eyes flickered on his face, and she nodded honestly.
The two started a long conversation with extremely awkward postures.
"What species are you, a legendary vampire?"
"Vampire? Maybe." Monica laughed at herself, "I do need to add a little bit of human blood every once in a while to maintain my life...it's not much, and it won't cause harm to anyone."
"A small amount? How much?" Dean's tone was full of distrust.
"Half a month, almost 100ml, not as good as an ordinary blood donation."
"You have two fangs." Dean glanced at her moist red lips.
Monica opened her mouth, revealing a row of neat white teeth. The previous fangs retracted again. She explained like this,
"It's just a decoration. It's about the same hardness as an ordinary person's teeth. I usually use my nails to scratch the target's skin and drink a little blood."
"Really?" Dean said noncommittally, "I just think you are a vampire, so are you afraid of the sun?"
Monica was silent for a moment, her pretty face tightened, showing a trace of struggle, and the muzzle of the gun was quietly placed at her heart.
"I'm afraid that sunlight will greatly weaken my physical fitness, hurt me, or even kill me."
“How long does it take for the sun to kill you?”
"I haven't tried it. According to my experience, it takes at least three hours."
Dean was surprised. The vampires recorded in the book would be burned to ashes by sunlight in a few minutes at most. This Monica was even more resistant to sunlight.
"So besides sunlight, can garlic, silver, and crosses hurt you? What other weaknesses do you have?"
The woman snorted softly from her nose, "Sorry, I usually eat human food. I especially like to add garlic to pizza and pasta. I occasionally hold a cross and pray to God."
"Silver? As long as you don't swallow it excessively and cause poisoning, it won't affect me."
She paused, "Other than that, I don't know what other weaknesses there are."
…
Dean was silent and glanced at her left breast from a God's perspective. There were two wounds caused by bullets that were slowly stopping bleeding and healing.
This woman appears to be an unconventional vampire.
I don’t know if it can be killed by driving a wooden stake into the heart or hitting the heart with a bullet.
"Ms. Vampire, what are your special skills?"
"The strength and speed are much higher than ordinary people, but they are about the same as you."
She closed her eyes and was extremely honest, or in other words, she understood that resistance was futile.
But her voice occasionally trembled because of the dull pain from the wounds on her body.
"Fly low and fly a little faster than you."
"Seducing people with scent and eyes won't work for you,"
"Deceiving the target's five senses will not work on you."
"Recovering quickly from the injury."
"My body will always be healthy and energetic, and I won't get sick. My aging rate is one-tenth that of ordinary people, which means I only grow one year older every ten years."
Dean was extremely envious.
If ordinary people can live seventy or eighty years, wouldn't this guy live seventy or eight hundred years?
"How old are you now?"
"In human terms, that's 70 years old."
"You said you were 70 years old?" Dean condescendingly looked at this beautiful face, which looked like a creation of God. The skin was so tender that it could drip without any wrinkles. He looked no older than thirty.
"According to your vampire calculation, he is twenty-five years old."
"Okay, go on, what else can you do?"
"Dark vision, enhanced senses."
"Excellent memory."
"Like humans elsewhere, we also need to eat, breathe, and rest, and we will also get injured and die. I also have a heartbeat, but it is very slow and weak."
…
Dean was even more surprised,
This is completely different from the legendary vampire. Is she really a vampire?
"You can't turn into a bat or control a bat?"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I have no blood relationship with bats. Naturally, I can't turn into them, nor can I order them." The woman smiled harshly. "We can't turn into cats, dogs, cattle, sheep, cars, or ships. The bike...I can only maintain my human form.”
"Be serious!" Dean asked sternly, "Have you ever heard of night planting?"
"I only have a little impression that most of them live in Midian and respect an ancient being called Baphomet. Under his protection, they are protected from the persecution of the Law of Convergence. But we are not in conflict with them. I don't eat people. I just Drink a little blood."
Dean nodded, inexplicably feeling that this guy was a bit cute, then shook his head and bit the tip of his tongue.
"How hungry are you for blood?"
Monica lowered her eyes and pursed her red lips, "We smell human blood, just like hungry humans smell food. But there are delicious foods, and there are also unpalatable foods."
"Some human blood is fragrant and very attractive to me, while some is so foul-smelling that it makes me vomit just by smelling it."
she whispered.
"According to my experience, the more murderous people are and the more powerful creatures they kill, the better the blood tastes. But I have always exercised restraint and drank it once every half month. Otherwise, it would be too much trouble and I wouldn't even have time to do my nails. "
"Why does the blood of more people taste better?" Dean showed a fierce expression,
"I can't tell clearly." She suddenly moved her pretty nose at Dean, her charming eyes narrowed, a look of intoxication appeared on her beautiful face, and she licked her lips, "But I know, you, The blood is very delicious. You have killed many people and monsters. I have lived for seventy years, and only some soldiers who have participated in the war and perverted supernatural creatures have killed more than you."
…
Dean looked stern when he heard this, quietly clenched the M1900 in his hand, and touched the trigger with his index finger.
The woman's body instantly stiffened and she did not dare to move at all.
A terrible murderous intention gripped her.
The power of thought turned into the shadow of death and came towards my face.
It blocked her throat, suppressed her heaving chest, and made it impossible for her to breathe.
A full half minute.
Dean's aura relaxed.
"How did you become a vampire? How did you get there in the past few decades?"
breathe…
Monica first let out a long sigh of relief, with a trace of joy on her face, and then slowly explained,
"I grew up happily in Florida, but when I was twenty, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness and was about to die. A vampire suddenly found me, transformed me, and cured my terminal illness."
Dean's eyelids jumped when he heard this.
"Then I followed her out of Florida, stayed together, drove a truck around the country, and learned from her the skills to make a living and the hidden skills..."
"Hide?" Dean interrupted,
Monica looked at him deeply,
"Because this world is very dangerous. There are many humans like you who treat me as a monster and attack me without greeting me first. But their methods are more cruel and explosive than yours. They won't listen to my explanation at all and just kill me directly."
"In addition, there are laboratories and corporate organizations that want to seize me for anatomy research to obtain the secrets of longevity, and monsters lurking in the shadows eager to devour my flesh and blood. The terrible misfortune that is bound to befall me every few years."
Dean was not embarrassed at all. He still sat on her waist and said expressionlessly,
"You are very lucky to have survived for decades under the influence of the supernatural convergence law."
"Thanks to my self-healing ability, otherwise I would have died ten times."
"Is there another companion of yours?"
Monica's expression dimmed,
"He died twenty years ago. He died under siege by several supernatural beings. His body was packed away for study."
"So you've been living alone for twenty years?"
"Yes, in order to reduce the chance of being discovered, I never stay in one place for more than half a month. But there are some things that make me feel more uncomfortable than the danger of life."
"What?" Dean asked,
Monica tried her best to turn her head and glance at Peter's tombstone, and said one word sadly, "Loneliness."
A gust of cold night wind suddenly blew.
Dean felt inexplicably extremely desolate and desolate in his heart.
"After becoming a vampire, the thing that scares me the most is loneliness. You can't imagine this emptiness. It's more terrifying than death. It has spread for decades. It is like a gangrene growing on the side of the mouth. If you don't lick it, It won’t get worse, but I’ve lived too long, I can’t do it, I’ve been tortured to the point of death.”
Monica's cheeks twisted in pain, and she continued in a trembling voice,
"For the past twenty years, I have been looking for a suitable transformation partner, a new companion who will live forever with me."
"So you ended up choosing Peter?"
"Yeah." She admitted straightforwardly, her eyes full of admiration, "There are few humans who are as obsessed with monsters as Peter, but this is perfect. In terms of selecting similar people, it is far better to choose someone who likes your own race than someone who hates you. "
"His blood is very hard to drink, which shows that he is a simple, harmless human being. He is very young and can be easily transformed, accepting a new set of world views and values, and adapting to the life of a monster."
"The most important point is," Monica sighed quietly. She was obviously an alien, but her eyes were full of complex human emotions. Dean knew that it was called sympathy. "He lived a very painful and lonely life..."
"Everyone around him keeps hurting him. The human world doesn't understand him and accept him. Why can't he turn into a monster? And you know, his aunt..."
"I have investigated and I know clearly." Dean interrupted her and asked the doubt lingering in his heart, "Has Peter told you that he hates Aunt Lucia?"
"I don't hate him, but he doesn't want to continue to maintain that deformed relationship, and would even rather die to escape," Monica took a deep breath and said with emotion, "I saw my own shadow in him. I was so desperate in the past, My teacher at the time reached out to me.”
"This time, fate brought him into my magic show and brought him in front of me. So what reason do I have for not taking action?"
"Then why didn't you just take him away instead of letting him fake his death?" Dean asked,
Monica smiled, "Do you think it's that simple? To become a monster, you must die first!"
"Only when a person dies in secular society can he completely cut off the bonds and shackles with the past. Only in this way can he pull himself out of the quagmire of pain and wash away the dirt on his body! Only in this way can he emerge with the cleanest, brand-new identity, perfect The state welcomes new life!”
"I told you everything, without reservation!" She just lay on the ground, looking up at Dean's face, pleading word for word, "Please let me dig out Peter and complete the final transformation."
"What steps are left?"
"He drank my blood and fell into suspended animation. He had to drink it again before he could say goodbye to the past and regain his life."
"You must die before you can be reborn. Then can you transform the same kind infinitely?"
"If that were the case, the world would have become ours long ago." Monica shook her head, "We can only transform twice in our lifetime."
Dean nodded, with obvious hesitation flashing across his face. He wanted to watch a human being turn into something similar to a vampire?
"You are willing to patiently listen to a monster like me say so many things."
A touch of blood appeared on Monica's sickly pale cheeks, and at the same time there was a holy light, like a priest who vowed to save the lost.
"This proves that you are not a bad-hearted person. You are not a person with super powers who kills innocent people indiscriminately, does whatever he wants, and has a breakdown in his mind. You must have principles and bottom lines."
"You are wrong, I specialize in hunting monsters." Dean said indifferently.
"Then you think I am a monster who needs to be punished? I have never killed an innocent person, except for those criminals who coveted my beauty and wanted to harm me." Monica's tone was full of confidence and she glanced at the entrance to the cemetery in the distance. House of.
"Even the tombkeeper, I just hypnotized him and didn't kill him. You can confirm it at any time."
"Then how do I know if what you said before was a lie? You forced Peter to accept your transformation."
"I didn't force him." Monica shook her head, her hair beating like seaweed. "I gave him a chance to regret. In the first few days of the coma, he could wake up every day. As long as he regretted and left a mark, I will terminate the transformation ritual and allow him to return to a normal human life."
Can it be done in reverse?
Dean had gained a lot of experience, and then the memory flashed back in his mind. Lucia's first conversation mentioned that Peter was comatose and woke up, repeating the cycle.
Monica did not lie.
"But Peter has a determination beyond his years and is consistent. He has no regrets." Monica said happily, "It is more suitable for transformation than I expected."
…
"I have said everything. I swear to God, Satan, and Dracula that I am not lying. I beg you...let me continue the transformation." There was suddenly a hint of anxiety in her tone, "The ceremony has entered the final stage. The method is terminated, and there is not much time left. If we delay it any longer, Peter will change from fake death to real death!"
Still holding the gun, Dean glanced at the tombstone next to him, and then at the pale, tear-stained face beneath him.
Falling into deep hesitation.
(End of chapter)
