Chapter 86: Vampire's melee eleven

When Elliot returned to his long-lost hometown, it was winter. The first snow in the early winter hid the old villa in the white town, and the indigo roof blended with the surrounding trees.
The snow fell on his shoulders, and the family of the once stunned family was left alone.
Elliot slowly walked up to the cloister in front of the door, on the dark brown oak column, and the abbreviations of the three brothers. He slowly stroked the scratches on the top, and the sadness of the human beings could not help. Hit the heart.
"Don't look at it, that was what I re-engraved according to your handwriting five years ago."
The sound that suddenly sounded was so familiar, Elliott jerked his head, and Cecil, who had muscles tied, leaned against the door, and the corner of his mouth seemed to be like anger.
Elliot’s tears suddenly fell without warning:
...big brother.

Cecil raised his eyebrows: "Do you remember that I am your eldest brother? If you don't say a word, you will disappear for hundreds of years. If it is not the rumor that the wizard has measured, you are still not dead. I am going to be the mayor." Rebuilt two graves at the tomb."
He was stuck in the doorway and his tone was not good. "Angus, the bastard, why didn't you come back with you?"
Elliot stunned and seemed to have returned to the age of being oppressed by two brothers. He took a deep breath and screamed at him helplessly: "I am standing in front of you now, can you ask your younger brother about the situation?" How do you care about Angus?!"
It feels so good to spit each other like this, Elliot's eyes are red, and he almost can't control the smile that rises in his mouth.
"Ah, my dear brother," Cecil shrugged and let the door out. "You have to know that the is a kind of good at causing trouble, and the mouth is very extreme. You can be different from that guy. I am not worried about your safety at all."
The indoor lighting is orange, unlike the old look of the villa. The classic-style fireplace is filled with warm flames, and the sweetness of the food fills the house.
This is exactly the opposite of Eliot's imaginary desolation. He resisted his inner excitement and slowly sat down on the familiar sofa: "...you have been waiting for us here?"
"Well," Cecil said, pouting, and picked up the red wine on the wine cooler and poured him a cup. "I am afraid that you can't find it. I have to continually renovate this broken place. I have been dying in these years." Hurry and talk about what happened to you, how could our uninelected father die with the count?"
Elliott coveted and slowly took a sip of the alcohol in the glass. The taste of the entrance was sweet: "That is a long story..."
......
"Dear Angus:
The size of the fog city has been expanded several times. The streets we used to walk together have become wide roads. If you come back, you will be as confused as I am, but I have begun to adapt to it now. The change.
When Cecil went to the full moon, he would spend the night in the forest outside the city. He didn't like someone to look for him. No one except his adopted child could approach him when he was transformed. This makes me a bit frustrated, we are brothers, aren't we, why can't we compare to an outsider?
I look forward to your coming back, everyone is waiting for you at home. - Love your brother, Elliot.

Elliott carefully folded the letters and placed them in the mailbox in front of the door.
The snow in winter is getting bigger and bigger. I don't know that Angus is still not in the place where he left when he left. Elliot patted the snow on his shoulder and turned into the house.
"Dear Angus:
Seril’s adopted daughter, Meryl, went to high school today. It seems that she has met many new friends. The happy look after school has made Cecil somewhat embarrassed.
I envy her, and if I can, I hope to start my unfinished studies. I am going to the street every day. If one day, I can control the that is not sucked by blood in the crowd. Maybe, I can be a real human again.
Meryl often slams some strange things in her bedroom, well, I shouldn't gossip behind others. It’s just that her behavior has seriously affected my life. There are often things in my food that I shouldn’t have, such as creatures like cockroaches... Fresh blood is getting harder to find, and Cecil doesn’t care. Take care of his daughter.
Yesterday she suddenly ran to tell me that there will always be a turnaround. I don't understand what she meant, Meryl said to tell you, you may know, if you don't know, At night, Esser will become a ghost to find you trouble - she actually knows Arthur! I really don't understand why she must emphasize the evening.
This is the eleventh letter I wrote to you. If you can see it, please send me a letter. - Love your brother, Elliot.

Cecil stood at the door and watched Eliot write a letter to Angus in a beautiful swashbuckle. He couldn’t help but swear: "You know that he won’t stay in one place, why bother? The old man sent a letter there. If he really wants to come back, he will come back and don’t need to do this stupid thing."
"Maybe," Elliot gently sealed the envelope and smiled slightly. "I just want him to think that he is not so lonely."
Although Angus did not say it, he also vaguely felt that his heart should be lonely. Elliot only hopes that Angus can reunite with his family like him. Even a vampire needs the support of his family.
On the other end of the earth, Angus wanders in the strange streets at the beginning of the night, and his black body perfectly hides his figure in the thick darkness.
Esser is like a complete disappearance from this world. For three years, he can no longer find her trace. Angus frowned and turned to the next lane. The man who caught the last time said that there was a vampire den. He thought, maybe he could get some clues there.
The narrow alleys are dark and damp, and there is a slight smell in the air. He shuts his sense of smell disgustingly. This is a new method of training in the process of constant killing. If he wants, Angus can close his own. Any sense of the senses.
The man who opened the door was obviously a newbie, and the woman in the house was bloody, and the blood was lingering. Before the vampire re-closed the door, Angus raised his foot and even flew with the door!
He gently stepped between his chest and abdomen, but the surface of the calming force was more than a thousand pounds. Angus looked down at his teeth indifferently: "Where is Esser? When I say, I will spare you a life. If you don't say it, you will die."
"I don't know what you are talking about, I don't know her." After exhausting his strength, he couldn't make his suppression. The man finally panicked and asked for mercy. "Let me, I will give you what you want."

Angus whispered his mouth coldly and his voice was mild: "The answer is wrong." The next second, the vampire on the ground was devoid of breath. He gently pulled out his foot and the bottom of the soft leather shoes was dyed. Layer of blood.
He turned his head quietly, and the bright moonlight passed through the open doorway on the floor of the room. The man on the ground was gray-faced, and the chest was left with a big hole. The bright red heart had been stepped into the mud.
There are more and more vampires in the world, some are the descendants of Arthur, some are the branches that escaped from the Holy See's cleaning, but no matter which one, no one knows her whereabouts.
Angus breathed out a cold air and inserted his hand into his pocket. He walked through the alley slowly and without delay.
The café in the night is dark and with a sly exotic atmosphere. Angus sat in the window seat and slowly sipped the steaming Marsakran coffee.
The fragrance of cinnamon and lemon is mixed with the aroma of red wine and coffee. He can't completely taste the wonderful taste. The taste buds of the vampire can only recognize the sweetness of the blood.
But he still snorted, the hot heat only reached the tip of his tongue, and Angus smiled faintly, just like the scent of the cup that was really immersed in the cup.
A letter was spread out on the table. The writing on the letter was still the style that Elliot had changed for a hundred years. The complex flower was beautiful and pleasant, and it was pleasing to the eye.
"Dear Angus:
Remember the old castle of Earl? The abandoned castle has not been purchased so far. Since everyone has not been able to appear, the government has now recycled it and will be re-engineered in the spring of next year as a museum in the municipal planning.
I still have no way to get the courage to face the place that year, Angus, forgive my weakness. I hope that by the time you return, we will be able to return to the place together.
There is also a message that you might be interested in listening. After we disappeared, Cecil once sneaked in with Meryl, and they didn't even tell me. To this day, Meryl suddenly told me that if you come back, the power of the three of us may be able to open the seal of the secret room.
Do you believe? There is still a seal in the basement of the castle! I don't know what is hidden inside, maybe a new disaster, maybe something else... My mood is a bit complicated.
Angus, will you come back? - Love your brother, Elliot.

The pale, slender fingertips slid gently across the smooth letterhead, and finally paused on the word "seal". Angus silently lowered the cup in his hand. What is in the seal of the night room? Will it be another Arthur?
There should be no expectation in the life of the vampire. He has become accustomed to such an unbridled numb life. Angus took the letter and frowned.
However, if it is really her?
If she was actually sealed there, waiting for someone to save... Angus reluctantly got up and sighed.
Like a black shadow that cut through the limits, the quiet cafes are still whispering, and no one has found that the man who is still sitting at the window has disappeared.
The air in the morning was fresh and clean, and on the tall black walnut trees in front of the door, the morning sparrows screamed.
Elliot opened the door and was about to send a letter to the postbox. He saw a figure sitting on the rocking chair in the cloister. He was surprised and said: "Angus?"
Angus, who was awakened by him, frowned at him: "Don't want to see me?"
"No," Elliott had already been so happy that he didn't know what to say. He took him and walked in. "When did you come back? Why didn't you knock in the door?"
Angus raised his eyebrows impatiently: "Why do I have to knock on the door when I go back to my house? I don't know if I put a key under the mat in front of the door. If I don't see you poor, I will unload the door."
At this moment, Meryl just walked down the stairs. She was in a comfortable home service and waved at him casually: "Long time no see."
Meryl's appearance is completely different from that of three hundred years ago. It looks like twelve or three years old. Angus squinted at his eyes: "How are you here?"
"Angus, she is the one that I told you in the letter, Meryl, Cecil's adopted daughter." Seeing is not good, Elliot quickly went to the round.
The voice did not fall, Angus in front of him disappeared, turned around and saw him licking Meryl's throat, and put her in the air: "What role did you play in the events of the year?"
The little Lolita, who had been attacked inexplicably, still didn't know that she had been labeled as a conspirators, and she struggled to scream and scream: "Seil...Sil."
Suddenly there was a wolverine on the stairway of the second floor. After the tearing of the cloth, a huge brown wolf appeared in front of the three people. The golden erection contained a dangerous warning and was firmly locked in Angus. The hand of Meryl!
"It doesn't take a second to break her neck," Angus grinned, faintly smiling and provocative, cruel and elegant. "You want to try, is it fast, or am I going?"
Cecil screamed and screamed, and the back foot was a force, and went straight to the brother in the hall!
"Wait, you wait, don't fight!" Elliott whispered silently, chasing the two brothers who didn't know which one to help first, while also looking at Meryl, who had been blindfolded. Angus, you lightly, don't really kill Meryl!"
"Cesil, don't bite it, that's my favorite cup -"
"Angus, let go of my sofa! Don't-"
......
The sun outside the window gradually rises, the scenery is bright, and the warm sunshine is quietly sprinkled on the bushes that shine through the spring.
The house was like a gusty wind, and no piece of furniture was still in its original position. It was full of sores and a mess. Meryl lay on the ground, and people were unconscious.
Elliot picked up the debris on his feet, and on the smooth enamel, he could see the warm and beautiful pattern on the plate. It was an antique tableware he had just bought.
He sat in a rubble and looked at the two figures in the living room, and muttered: "Call and play, anyway, you have more money, big deal, and then buy new ones."
The author has something to say: Thanks to the mine of the watering cat (╯3╰)╮, in order to thank the mines, I will let Wen Ruyi come out tomorrow!
Ps: If there is time tomorrow, there will be another pair. o(n_n)o
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