The moonlight is bright and clear.
The cemetery was silent.
Dean, who has always killed monsters, encountered the greatest hesitation in his history.
Just now, he had taken Monica to check the wooden house in the cemetery. A gray-haired gravekeeper wearing gray coarse linen clothes was lying on the bed and fast asleep.
Her breathing and heartbeat were normal, and there was no damage to her body. This "vampire" didn't lie. She didn't harm innocent people.
…
The system progress reached 80%, and Dean fell into conflict and struggle:
Monica did not take the initiative to offend or provoke him, nor did she harm the cemetery guard, nor did she force the boy to undergo transformation. Just because she is a monster, she must be killed?
In the past, Dean would have eliminated the aliens without hesitation.
But now that he recalls a series of past experiences, the human heart is more sinister than monsters, and his persistence seems a bit ridiculous.
As he thought together, the words of the snake-haired man and the hedgehog-head kept entering his mind like a demonic voice:
"Hoho! How can humans be more noble than monsters!"
"There is a mask between the human heart and the animal nature. People can be monsters, and monsters can also be people."
"Kill her and you will be a monster in human skin!"
"Ha ha!"
Dean fell into an unprecedented conflict and struggle, his expression changed. After a long time, he punched his temple heavily. All illusions disappeared, leaving only one thought.
"The event requires Peter to be revived, and I must let Monica complete the ritual!"
…
Monica, who sat down on the ground, seemed to have changed from him and begged, "Please give me a chance, I am willing to pay the price."
"Yes, everything has a price." Dean's face regained his composure, "You can continue to transform, and I will let the reborn Peter leave afterwards, but as a price, to create a monster, you must destroy a monster. After the transformation is successful..." Dean paused, his voice as cold as ice, as if chewing steel, "I will kill you and make your soul fly away. Believe me, I can do it!"
"Or you can immediately turn around and leave Hawkins Town and never come back... I will pretend that I have never seen you, and I will not take the initiative to hunt you down again. This is my promise."
My promise…
The sound spread into the night sky and floated far away.
Monica's face was as white as snow.
The night wind blew her thin clothes tight to her body, her hair pushed over her eyes, and there were faint tears.
Dean looked at her——
Are you more of a monster or more of a human?
…
"I choose to continue the transformation." Monica raised her head, gritted her teeth, and spoke softly but firmly.
"Are you sure?" Dean was a little surprised. "You have a long lifespan. You haven't used up your transformation opportunities yet. You can definitely find another transformation target."
"This transformation failed. I have to wait a hundred years for the next transformation." Monica shook her head. "I have had enough loneliness. If I endure it any longer, I will lose my mind and go crazy. I'm not sure what terrible things I will do by then." Things are coming."
"Besides, I promised Peter that I would give him a new life. How could I deceive him?"
The sonorous and powerful words echoed in the night sky.
Dean nodded,
"I'll make it happen for you."
A casual wave.
The "Shadow of the Past" wrapped around his body immediately activated his telekinesis, rolled up the entire coffin in the dug grave, and flew to the ground.
The lid of the coffin was lifted, revealing Peter's peaceful face. Due to the effect of the rouge, it was white and rosy under the moonlight, just like a living person.
…
Monica dragged her seriously injured body closer.
He smiled softly, stretched out his bloody hand and gently touched Peter's face.
A trace of determination suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he struggled to lift Peter's body and make him sit next to the coffin.
Then Monica raised Peter's hands and used her sharp nails to prick the tips of Peter's ten fingers, and then similarly pricked her own ten fingers.
The next second.
The fingertips of the two people were close to each other, and the faint red color of the wound merged quickly.
Monica stood up from the coffin with Peter in her arms, letting him gently rest his head on her shoulder.
At the same time, raise your hands in the air.
The bodies of the two people leaning against each other also swayed from side to side in rhythm.
The moonlight fell on their shoulders like flowing water.
The raised hands drew a semicircle in mid-air, and the steps were light and heavy.
They were like a couple who had parted ways. In the gloomy cemetery, beside the coffin, they danced a weird yet heartwarming slow dance as a final farewell.
Di'an quietly observed.
What Monica called "drinking" before was, to be precise, "blood exchange."
But using ten fingers to exchange it was very unique and beyond Dean's expectation.
The whole process was uncomfortable.
Monica gritted her teeth, and unknowingly she was sweating profusely. Her beautiful face was twisted, revealing a feeling of terminal illness and weakness.
On the other hand, Peter.
He is the beneficiary.
The dance lasted less than three minutes.
There were signs of life in his lifeless body.
The fingers moved, and then his pale face, neck, back of hands, and the exposed skin began to squirm, as if air and blood were rushing wildly.
Some kind of life is pulsing in his dilapidated shell and is about to burst out of the cocoon.
…
five minutes later.
Monica's pain reached its extreme, and she suddenly screamed, pushed Peter's hands away, fell to the ground, looking like she was exhausted, and started to stretch out her pink tongue lazily to lick the tips of her fingers.
The latter also sat down beside the coffin and opened his eyes——
His eyes were as red as blood, with not a trace of white visible, but as he blinked hard twice, they returned to their normal state of clear black and white.
At the same time, his chest puffed out exaggeratedly.
breathe…
Take several deep breaths.
These creatures, unlike traditional vampires, need to breathe and have a heartbeat.
Peter slowly regained his composure and looked around with curiosity as if a newborn had first arrived in the world. When he saw the beautiful face opposite, his eyes became intimate and surprised.
"Peter, welcome back!"
Monica had just finished licking her fingers, a relieved smile appeared on her sweaty cheeks, and her eyes were frighteningly bright,
"Give me your finger and I'll stop the bleeding."
Peter subconsciously obeyed her request, handed over his hands, and watched her put her fingers into her mouth one by one, and gently licked her fingertips with her tongue.
During the whole process, Monica's face was filled with a maternal glow, her expression was happy and tired with a hint of satisfaction, like a female animal that was patiently biting off the umbilical cord, licking and cleaning the hair of its newborn cub.
Dean, who was watching not far away, blinked.
By the time she spat out Peter's fingertips, the wounds previously scratched by her nails had stopped bleeding and healed, leaving only ten faint scars.
"Monica, was it successful?" Peter asked, with uncontrollable excitement in his young voice, "Have I turned into a vampire?"
"Congratulations, you have been reborn and become a complete monster. From today on, you will be insulated from the sun and associate with the night for life. You will learn the skills of fighting, survival and wandering."
"As long as I can be with you all the time." Peter looked into her eyes and smiled, looking at his hands and the suit on his body in surprise, "I feel great...full of strength and vitality."
He couldn't help but try this new body, and jumped three meters into the air with a slight jump.
Swish--
His figure flashed, quickly circled around his grave, and landed silently.
Ahhhh!
He yelled out loud, and the sound was heard far away.
He returned to where he was, grinning heartily, looking around with sparkling eyes, and twitching his nose like a dog, his face full of intoxication,
"It's different. It's amazing...I can even recall memories from when I was three years old."
"My eyes seem to be equipped with magnifying glasses, haha. My skin comes alive. I can feel the smell of wind, temperature, humidity... I can hear the sound of earthworms drilling in the soil, and I can smell... um... blood smell?"
The joy on his face froze, and he suddenly looked at Monica nervously. After the strong excitement of rebirth, he belatedly realized that his companion's condition was extremely bad, and his body was covered with bullet holes under his black cloak.
At the same time, he found Dean who was not saying a word not far away, and his expression tightened, "Why are you injured? Who is he, and why is there a human here?"
"It doesn't matter to me, don't worry, he's a friend."
Monica pursed her lips and said insincerely.
But Peter obviously didn't believe this statement. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the silent Dean warily. He waved his hands apart, and a row of dagger-sharp nails drilled out from his fingers. He bent his knees and bent his back to block Monica. In front of her, between her and Dean.
Like a loyal guard, but nervously fighting with each other.
He never fought.
"Relax, Peter, I don't want to hurt you." Dean shook his head at him, then looked at Monica and asked, "Is the transformation ceremony completely over?"
The woman nodded, suddenly realizing her fate, but there was no trace of fear or fear on her face. She just looked at her companions standing in front of her with nostalgia and reluctance.
"Can you give me some time to teach him some basic common sense? Otherwise he will have a hard time in the future," she looked at Dean pleadingly.
"Wait, Monica, what do you mean?" Peter growled like a beast in Dean's throat, "You are not allowed to hurt her!"
"I have some questions to ask. If you answer well, I will give you a reward." Dean ignored Peter's mania and glanced at the system. The causes and consequences of Peter's coma have been completely clarified, and he has also been resurrected. The investigation progress has come to Ninety percent.
Everything is ready.
He reached into his big black windbreaker and took out a photo of Lena and Guangming.
"Peter, think about it, have you met these two people?"
"I don't know you, why answer your question?!"
"Stop your hostility and answer him." Monica urged, smiling apologetically at Dean.
"Since you said so, then okay," Peter maintained a defensive posture, his black eyes scanned the photo from five meters away, and then said in a very sure tone,
"I remember them, my mother Jane's good friends and business partners, very warm uncles and aunts. They visited my home nine years ago, from July 5th to 7th, 1972, before Jane passed away. .”
Dean nodded,
"What did they talk about?"
"As for the jewelry business, Jane also took them to a restaurant in the town for a meal and to go to school and shopping malls." Peter answered without thinking, "I remember they were traveling through Hawkins on the 7th. Then they left and I never saw them again."
"Did they mention the next stop after Hawkins?" Dean asked.
"They just said keep going east, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York? They didn't say where exactly."
Dean looked at the investigation progress of the long-term event "Bloodline" in the system.
Still one percent, no growth - which meant he still wasn't sure whether Lena and Light had left Hawkins at all.
Dean dug in for more details.
Thanks to the vampire's powerful memory, Peter vividly described all the scenes related to the two couples in his memory.
"By the way, on July 7th, I also saw another strange woman accompanying Aunt Lena. Her name was Terry Ives..."
Peter just pronounced the name.
Dean found that the progress of the blood investigation suddenly jumped to 3%, and he couldn't help but clenched his fists in excitement.
Terry Ives.
After a long investigation, we finally had follow-up clues.
"This is a lady in her thirties, with a very intellectual appearance, long dark blond hair, wearing a fashionable shirt and women's suit pants, but she looks a little nervous and doesn't speak much. I don't know her, Lena, and What does it have to do with light? Anyway, she is definitely not my mother Jane’s friend.” Peter paused.
Dean scratched his chin, "Is this Ms. Terri a resident of Hawkins Town?"
"I was just a student before. I had a very narrow circle of friends and limited contact with people, so I had never seen her in a small town." Peter denied.
Dean nodded and let his uncle use his connections to investigate.
The investigation was almost the same.
The progress of Mist Journey has reached 3%, and the event coma has reached 99%.
…
"Thanks for the answer, it's almost time to bring it to an end." Dean glanced at Monica and strode closer.
"I've said everything I need to say, you can't hurt Monica! Stop, don't come over."
Peter threatened sternly, holding back his fear and rushing towards Dean, but as soon as he took a step, "Shadow of the Past" held him in place with surging telepathy.
The invisible film tightly wrapped his skin, causing him to straighten his limbs, suspended half a meter in the air like a dried specimen.
His eyes widened, his grin revealed two small fangs, and he made a fierce grimace.
But no deterrent.
This newborn vampire was too weak to break free.
"Don't hurt Peter, please..." Monica dragged her seriously injured body in front of the hanging Peter, raising her pretty face covered in sweat, like a hen protecting her calf, but she was seriously injured and had just finished her job. After the transformation, I lost a lot of blood and lost my fighting power completely. I was shaking in place just standing.
Dean didn't answer her. He raised his hand and pointed the muzzle of the M1900 at the woman's forehead. A cold light flashed in his eyes, "Create a monster and kill a monster. We have an agreement. It's your turn to pay the price. With this The world says goodbye."
"boom!"
The words fell.
Gunfire.
Bullets tore up the night sky, and the loud noise stung Monica's eardrums. Her pale face tightened in pain, and her mind went blank.
For a moment, she seemed to see the pure white heaven and faintly heard the beautiful hymns.
But when she regained her consciousness slightly, all the beautiful illusions turned into a distant voice,
"Vampire Monica, you have paid the price."
"Leave Hawkins and live a good life in the future."
The two aliens supporting each other faintly saw a black figure hooking the trigger guard and turning around, blowing on the gunpowder filling the muzzle. The TAC-50 and MP5 were pulled by invisible forces and flew towards him. hovering around.
His figure gradually faded away.
"Abide by the principles, don't do evil and kill innocent people indiscriminately. Otherwise, someone will collect your body for you."
Dean's last warning came in the breeze, and he completely disappeared into the night.
…
"What? He just let us go like that? Who is he?"
Peter was in disbelief and confused. He had been beaten before he got used to a new skill after being reborn, but the other person just asked a question and left suddenly.
"Who knows? Maybe a principled witcher. But God bless us, we survived. Peter, bury the coffin back quickly, so no one knows you crawled out!"
"Okay, look how good I am!" Peter waved the shovel vigorously and asked impatiently, "After the burial?"
"Go east, my truck is parked there, and we'll head out in a minute to start a new life."
"Woooo..."
"Silly boy, why are you crying?"
"It's all like a dream. I finally got rid of the nightmare of the past and turned into a monster. It's too good to be true."
"Being a monster is not as wonderful as you think. The scary thing is behind it."
"for example?"
Monica looked up and saw a morning star twinkling in the dark sky. The light swept away the loneliness and hesitation buried deep in her chest. She looked at the child with a flowery smile as she struggled to swing the shovel.
"Don't worry, listen to me and tell you slowly, you still have a lot to learn."
(End of chapter)
