Chapter 3: chapter3

The teenager was awakened by the messy footsteps.
The rustling of the dry leaves was crushed in this dead wood.
Opening his eyes violently, the young face of the boy was full of vigilant look. When the memory of last night came to his mind, the boy's nerves became more tense.
Instinctively, he felt that the people below threatened him.
"Did you see that vampire fled here yesterday?" There was a voice not far from under the tree, and the old voice seemed somber.
The boy lowered his spine slightly, and looking through the gap between the dense leaves, there were four men in black robes standing side by side under the tree. There was also a restrained man behind them, who was the runaway gravekeeper.
"No, but there is only this wood near here ..."
The explanation of the gravekeeper's stammer was even more anxious when he saw the indifference on the face of the church pastor.
"You don't believe it? You saw the tooth marks on my companion's neck, and you saw the death of Canary! Can a normal person break such a thick neck?"
The young priest glanced around for a few glances, and even glanced over the dense leaves of the young man's hiding, but the young man hid in the shadow of the tree crown, the light was extremely dark, the priest did not see him.
"I've looked for several laps in the woods. How can there be a vampire? Even if it is, it's almost five o'clock. Maybe it has already run into the city. Let's contact the church in London."
The young man's eyesight was surprisingly good. Although a distance of more than ten meters, the contempt of a flash on the pastor's face fell into his eyes.
"Then ... this ..."
The gravekeeper was obviously questioned, and he didn't say anything for a long time.
Yeah, where would a vampire stay here all night?
"Go back." The old lead priest groaned for a moment and took the lead in making a decision.
"No, what if he comes back? He treats my companion as a blood slave!" The gravekeeper screamed in panic, his fingers rubbing uneasily.
The young priest raised an eyebrow and sneered scornfully. "You can also push your companion, coward."
The tomb guard's face blushed, but the words of opposition could no longer be said.
The boy was lying motionless in the darkness, listening to the sound of the rustling of the dead leaves being stepped on, getting farther and farther, and the tight nerves slowly relaxed-
Pulling his fingers out of the bark, the teenager froze.
I twisted the slender wrist hidden in the cuffs a few times, and my head tilted with a puzzled face ... Is this healing?
I raised my hand and touched my cheek. The touch was smooth and the slender wound was gone.
The memory after losing consciousness last night was blank, he couldn't guess what happened. If it weren't for the dry blood on his white cuffs, he even suspected that he had never been injured.
The body was a little numb, and the teenager got up very carefully. As he leaned against the trunk, a cold, sharp object stuck to the skin of his chest.
The body was stiffened by the icy touch, and the teenager reached out to unlock the button on the neck and pulled a silver-white chain from the inside.
The style of the chain is not gorgeous, but it looks simple and delicate.
But the boy's blue eyes were tightly glued to the end of the chain, where an equally blue gemstone fell. The gemstone was cut very carefully and had a serpentine shape.
The gem is carved with three letters in a slender and delicate font-Asa
"Asa"
The juvenile's vocal cords have not been used for many years, but the hoarseness has a sticky nasal sound.
"Gift from God--"
The boy murmured, his pupils were blank, there were no words on it, but why did he think of this?
Asa? His name?
Asa--
But why is it so strange?
The boy stared blankly at the snake eye on the gemstone for a while, slowly stuffed it into the collar, and slightly raised his chin to fasten the top button.
Whether it was his name or not, he didn't care, it was just a title. Anyway-
He doesn't remember.
Slightly concealing the loss in his heart, Asa began to think about where he should go, the city? But is there his home there?
The memory is blank, and the loss of nowhere has affected the emotions of the teenager.
Those people just said, London? Is it a nearby city?
But even in the city, there would be no place for him ...
Asa's slightly drooped head was lifted up, but his ears suddenly heard the sound of rustle from a distance.
Vigilant in his heart, Asa lay down tightly against the branch, narrowing her eyes and lowering her breath.
The leaves obstructed Asa's figure and his vision. He could only discern the number and location of people by hearing.
"Sand, sand, sand" is slow, clear and single.
Asa quietly relaxed his tight back. Alone, he should be able to cope ...?
Footsteps stopped under the tree, and Asa did not rush into the probe because the sound disappeared, lying quietly on the tree, his breathing became slower and slower.
Asa stretched his neck hard, but he couldn't see the face of the man. The position where he stopped was very tricky, and his body was just covered by dense leaves.
Who is the visitor? Is one of those five just now?
Thinking of the priest in black robes that collided with his eyes, Asa's brows frowned. Did the man see him?
The pupils were dull, and Asa's lower lip was turned down by the sharp tooth crest, staring at the leaves with caution.
Although Asa thought he was capable of dealing with that man, he remained motionlessly alert. I don't know what kind of psychology he is unwilling to actively harm those who will not threaten him--
The two have been deadlocked, and no one has spoken.
Time passed minute by minute, until the dawn sun rose from the horizon, and the ray of piercing light penetrated the leaves and hit Asa's face.
Obviously it was extremely faint light, but Asa's response was astonishing, almost shrinking backwards, and the fierce movement caused the branches to shake.
"The young blood races in the dark are afraid of the sun."
The male voice under the tree was elegant and steady, and the speed of speech was not hurried. The teenager's eyes hiding in the shadows were dark, and the other party knew what he was! Is he called a blood race to relieve hunger with blood?
But the gravekeeper and those black priests clearly called-vampires.
Does that person pose a threat to him? However, listening to each other's voice should not be able to play.
Asa was so impassive that he didn't move even though he thought he was not threatened by him.
He didn't want to fight against each other, but the sunlight in the trees was not blocked by leaves, and running away from it was a burden to him.
The burning sensation on his face hadn't faded yet, and he didn't want to experience it again.
Paradoxically, however, his heart clearly had a desire for sunlight--
The more things you can't get, the more people look forward to it?
"Do you want to keep hiding? The light will be stronger for a while."
The man under the tree waited for a while and asked again, the elegant voice was getting closer and closer to him with the crackling of the dead leaves.
A pair of bright lace-up black leather shoes first appeared in Asa's field of vision. A pair of straight suit pants on the leather shoes wrapped the other's long, straight legs.
It didn't look like he could fight, Asa thought in his heart.
After biting his lower lip, he was a little stupid after estimating the opponent's force value.
Now that the other party knows that he is a stranger, it means that this person is really one of those priests, and besides that, he couldn't think of anyone else who had seen him. And the other party placed an order again--
"Don't hide, I'll come down." The vocal cords stayed too long, and Asa's throat seemed to be blocked with thick cotton, and his voice was hoarse and broken, incongruous.
Slowly stand up from the branch, and jump hard with your shin.
The shape of the young man has not yet opened, and it is straight and slender like a rigid crossbow, and is launched straight to the ground. The reverse air blasted his forehead, and the blue pupil stared coldly at the slender black man on the ground.
At this moment he could clearly see the coming man. The man in the black tuxedo was very tall, with short black hair elegantly pressed against his cheek, and the sharp jaw line lined the classical and profound features sharply and handsomely.
Not a fight! Asa's resolute judgment.
But it was not one of those pastors.
After only a moment of hesitation, the idea of ​​running away again prevailed.
At three meters from the ground, Asa shifted the angle slightly, and his right foot quickly protruded, and his toes collapsed into a straight line, mixed with a fierce and fierce wind, chopping towards the man.
Oh!
The man standing on the ground smiled mildly and remained indifferent to Asa's attack.
His thin ankles were about to reach the bridge of his nose, and then he slowly raised his left hand with five fingers and slightly tightened, accurately clasping the ankle that was already close to the nose bone. The forearm pulled down sharply with force, and the arm curled up to catch the boy who was still falling and took it into his arms.
Asa struggled, but found that the other's arm was stronger than the phalanx, and the iron tongs tied him tightly.
The fear in his heart was stretched infinitely, and the opponent's fighting power was bursting beyond his expectations!
The thought of running away grew wild in his mind, the teenager's gums tingled slightly in fear, and the sharp teeth were exposed without warning.
--puff!
In horror, Asa bit his opponent's naked / exposed neck with a single bite, trying to let the other person loose his hands due to pain.
After a lapse of nine hours, Asa did the same thing as the Canary--biting.
After the other's blood swarmed into his lips, Asa found he couldn't stop.
The blood of the gravekeeper was dry and bitter, but he lost his mind hungry last night and could not tell the quality of the blood at all.
At this time, the blood lingering between the teeth was mellow and sweet, with a slight leaven, like a sweet alcohol wine that has been buried in the ground for hundreds of years.
The blood that had flowed into the lips and teeth of the boy brought him great drunkenness. A pale halo of the boy's pale and pointed jaw showed a red halo, and the golden eyes of the blue eyes were deep.
The action of sucking blood suddenly stopped. The pain after the blood sucked last night came to mind, and the body instinctively resisted the blood.
Asaph held back her greed for blood and yanked / extracted teeth to watch the man vigilantly.
The blood hole that suddenly lost its blockage had not yet leaked out, and quickly closed under Asa's sight.
This contradiction made Asa stunned, and Lenovo's own attack was easily resolved by the other side. Asa, who was extremely disturbed by the unknown power, wanted to leave this person as far as possible.
I want to bend my knees and lift them up, and the movements are almost unresponsive.
--Snapped!
Raising his knees halfway was blocked by the opponent's slender and powerful hands, and Asa's brutal (and shady) attack was unloaded with most of his strength.
Without the shackles of one hand, there is less shackles on Asa's body.
With a sharp push on the man's chest, the slender body of the blond teenager jumped up from his arms and backed away quickly.
As soon as the body was free, Asa turned around and ran like an arrow shot off the string, dragging many shadows quickly.
It took only a few minutes for Asa to jump off the branch and escape, but the young brunette had hooked the corners of her lips from beginning to end, not even changing the angle.
Without catching up, the dark-haired young man lifted his left hand and opened his cuff with a smile, glanced at the pointer on the delicate silver watch, and squinted and said, "Drag it down, and when the sun comes out, we have to go home at night—
— Asa. "