Chapter 2263: Knocker

After midnight, the interior of the church was dark with black lights, and only a faint moonlight passed through the holes and wooden boards in the windows, squeezing into this place that even rats did not want to come.
The long chairs are all traces of repair, and the paint on the icon on the cross is gone, exposing the mottled iron on the inner layer. From the side of the bible on the podium, it seems that there are a lot of pages missing. But it was used by Jesse when his stomach hurts.
The corners of the ceiling are covered with spider webs, and in front of the altar is a large pool of blood. At this time, a skinny figure with thorny hair is cleaning it with a mop.
Not only the blood has to be cleaned up, but the stuff in the intestines and stomach is also flowing everywhere, seeping down the cracks between the floors. It is the most difficult thing to clean up these smells.
"Oh, unfortunately, my nose is so good, it always feels smelly." The man was still talking to himself, swallowing hard: "I'm a little hungry at work... .No, I can’t hunt, I will be a good person."
He is Cassidy, a vampire, who crashed into a small town because he didn't have a dime on him, so he could only spend the night with Jesse in the church.
The priest is drunk every day, and 80% still don't know his identity as a vampire, but aside from those, the two can be said to have similar smells, so this blood family became the gatekeeper.
It's a bit ironic to say that the church is the Lord's sacred abode. As a result, it is murderous and bloody, making it a miasma.
"Oh, my waist." Cassidy straightened up in pain, and hammered his backhand a few times in the back: "These two angels are for Jesse, and they want to break him. What is going on?"
He was working in a murmur, but he looked very happy, but no matter how hard he rubbed the floor, the smell in his nose did not fade, but became stronger.
Sniff...
He found that the smell did not come from under the floor, because the blood of the angels could not be drunk. They were industrial products that came down under the running water of heaven. The blood tasted like kerosene.
But now this smell is the fragrance of virgin blood, as a knowledgeable vampire, he quickly became intoxicated.
With his feet as if he were stepping on cotton, he moved his nose while closing his eyes and following the smell, and soon he hit the wall.
It turned out that the sweet smell of the girl's blood came from outside the back window of the church, and Cassidy was immediately caught in entanglement.
At night, why is there a smell of human blood behind the church? You know it's a cemetery...
But if an injured girl is brought to the door, should it or not? This is a problem. It stands to reason that if you want to be a good vampire, you shouldn't hunt, but the more you smell this, the more hungry you are!
Tangled, very tangled, he walked around the window, the footprints on the floor quickly spelled out the shape of a chrysanthemum.
He finally opened the window, intending to look outside.
If someone is really injured, then just give someone a bandage and send it home, and then come back to lick the ground. As long as you go back quickly, the blood will not evaporate so quickly. Although this is the Gobi Desert, it is still at night. It's cool.
It turned out that there was no injured girl outside the window, but a pale, handsome young man with short black hair and a chin.
Seeing Cassidy pushing open the window and sticking out his head, the other party shook the opened blood bag in his hand and greeted him with a smile:
"Yo, brother, do you want an order?"
"???"
Cassidy turned into a black face with a question mark. Why was someone selling DVDs at the back door of the church with a bag of blood at night?
No, this is not the key issue.
He shook his head quickly. The other party was obviously also a vampire, from the pale complexion, the pupils glowing in the dark, and the fangs that appeared in his mouth when he smiled.
This is the kind that came to the door.
"Who are you? What are you looking for?"
He couldn't help being on guard. There were many blood clans, each with its own style of doing things, and they often confided in each other.
But the biggest contradiction often comes from the dispute between the ‘vegetarian’ and the ‘blood food’.
The former believes that kinsmen should integrate into human society and earn money to buy blood for their livelihood. The latter thinks that humans are lower animals, and the kinsmen only need to hunt.
Cassidy is a small person in the blood family. He doesn't care about the positions of the big guys above. For him, he just wants to survive.
When he has money, he will buy blood, but occasionally he meets bad guys or displeased people, he doesn't mind eating meat and drinking hot sips.
"Don't be nervous, I'm a vegetarian, and I'm not here to make trouble, um... you can call me Edward Antonio Mason Cullen." The handsome young man said a long list of names, and then I pulled off the black cloak on my body and showed my blood bag full of blood bags, like setting up a stall: "My intention is very simple, I just want to ask if you want to buy blood? I have good stuff here."
Cassidy always felt that the other party's name was made up, at least because he hadn't heard of the Karen family nearby, but when he saw the blood bags dangling on the cloak lining, he still swallowed.
I want it, but I am ashamed.
Look at what people do in this business. Not only do you have money at the first glance, but also have good maintenance. A ghost of a few hundred years old looks like an eighteen or ninety-eight, especially that aristocratic temperament, you can't learn it.
What about yourself? His hair is withered, his eyes are dull, he is skinny, his mouth is full of rotten teeth.
Inferiority made Cassidy speechless, he swallowed, turned away his eyes, and whispered, "I have no money."
"No money? This is difficult." The blood family claiming to be Edward did not show any discriminatory look, but smiled awkwardly and politely. He suddenly seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up in the moonlight: "By the way, I haven't seen you in this town before, new here?"
"Well, I used to live in New Orleans." Cassidy smiled embarrassedly.
"Well, if you are willing to invite me in and sit for a while, I can give you a few packs of blood for free as a welcome gift to welcome you to town." Edward came up with a good idea~EbookFREE.me~he pointed out I pointed to the back door of the church, because for the old-school vampires, they must be invited to enter other people's homes.
Cassidy hesitated, because this is not his home, but God's home.
But the opponent has already taken the blood bag from under the cloak, one bag, two bags, three bags...
"Please come in, be careful that there are thorns on the door handle, yes, that's there."
His position immediately changed, showing a warm smile, welcoming another vampire to the church as a guest.
"Thank you, friend." Edward walked into the back door full of aristocratic demeanor, looked around the place full of debris, without commenting: "I haven't been here for some days. I remember it should be here. It’s just right when it’s abandoned. I originally planned to stay here for the night. Why did it reopen?"
"Oh, are you talking about Jesse? The priest of this church was his father before. He died for decades. He only inherited this place recently. Maybe the church doesn't know what happened here. Anyway, it appears in the clerical file. It’s enough if it’s Father Custer."
While speaking, his eyes were still on the three packs of blood in the opponent's hand, and he kept licking his lips.
Edward smiled. He handed the opened pack of high-glycemic girl’s blood to Cassidy and asked him to moisturize his throat:
Let’s sit in the hall for a while. There is too much dust here, which is not good for my skin and hair quality. ."
"Okay, come with me."
Cassidy sucked the blood bag on his mouth like a jelly, vaguely agreed, turned and led the way.
He quickly became intoxicated with the pleasure of eating blood, and he let out a beast-like whirr, and didn't even notice the strange smile on the face of the ‘comrade’ behind him.
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