Chapter 38: Blood Clan Ancient Text (Bloodstains) 14 Percy is good, don’t be afraid…
When Percy stepped into the snow-white tower and pushed open the door to enter the room, a girl with disheveled black hair was sitting quietly on the bed with her head slightly tilted, her eyes looking out the narrow round window. The sunlight sprinkled on the girl's profile, and the color of her lips had become very light due to blood loss. All of these blended together gave people a feeling of transparency and fragility.
She acted too calm, almost abnormally calm, as if she hadn't even heard the sound of the door opening.
Song Qingqing felt that her condition was okay at the moment, because all the current developments were in line with her expectations.
She had successfully gotten herself locked up in this tower.
The girl sitting on the bed seemed to have just reacted to the sound of the door opening. She slowly turned her head and looked at Percy standing at the door. Song Qingqing clearly saw the complex emotions emerging in Percy's red eyes, which were always gentle and peaceful, mixed with an imperceptible look of heartache.
It was obvious that the vampire butler knew what happened yesterday, and he was punished by the twins for not keeping a close eye on himself.
This punishment is in line with the cold-blooded and crazy nature of Karan and Anx, and Percy is responsible for cleaning up the mess.
It seems that Karan and Anx helped her in a disguised way. After all, it is not easy to make Percy have emotional fluctuations.
Song Qingqing thought for a moment. She realized her next escape plan would likely require Percy's help to successfully complete the plot points. She raised her chin and softly called him over, "Percy, are you here to help me apply the medicine?"
Percy came to his senses suddenly when his name was called. The hand holding the tray trembled slightly. He lowered his head in a panic, and when he saw the medicine on the tray, he remembered what he came here for.
When Percy came over with the tray and put it down, Song Qingqing casually lifted the soft velvet quilt and pushed it aside, reached out to roll up the sleeves of her silk nightgown, and unbuttoned the wooden buttons.
Then she held her arm out in front of Percy.
Percy's gaze fell on the slender arm in front of him. The white and delicate skin, as delicate as oriental porcelain, was covered with traces of the vampire's cruelty and gentle restraint. He heard the girl's soft voice order him, "Apply the medicine."
He meekly lowered his noble pureblood head, or rather, Percy had never raised it since the moment he failed in the power struggle.
Percy could recall all the scenes very clearly. The prey, as soft as a small animal, became a container for the vampire's appetite and sinful desires. The door of the study was not completely closed, so his eyes reflected the slender white hands that were sometimes tense, sometimes unable to relax, but never closed, and the heels tapped lightly on Kalan's tense back from time to time.
The sweet fragrance of blood lingered at the tip of my nose without stopping.
The bloody and gorgeous oil painting was painted to the end, just like the red rose petals in the flower garden were gathered in the palm of the hand of the elegant and mysterious vampire, and then finely crushed and the rich rose juice flowed out from between the fingers. It was cruel and moving.
As Karan, always elegant and dignified, slowly withdrew, a clear silk thread still remained at the front, interwoven with the cyan veins. Meanwhile, Anx was sitting by the window, looking at Percy outside with a smile.
The twins were of course aware of Percy's origins. He was Father's half-brother, but in their eyes, Percy lacked the ruthlessness and ambition that a member of the Ghiril family should have, and was unworthy of the surname.
A cowardly, useless, and even somewhat ridiculous housekeeper.
When Percy went in to clean up, the girl's damp black hair was messy and covered half of her face. Her purple eyes were half-closed, without focus or luster, like amethyst that had been broken by humans, dull and lifeless. Fortunately, she still had even breathing. The bloody hole in her neck pierced by the fangs no longer oozed bright red blood, but it was clearly visible.
That was left there intentionally by the vampires. They could have easily healed the wound, but they didn't do that. Their intention was obvious.
This is a warning and a sign of love and possession.
What did he do then?
There were no other vampires in the room, so the vampire with silver hair slowly lowered his head and carefully licked the wound until it returned to its original appearance.
The silver-white, smooth hair slid down as he lowered his head. He did not absorb any blood, not even a little bit.
She is already very weak.
Percy's snow-white eyelashes concealed all the chaotic emotions surging in his eyes, and he felt suffocated.
The suffocating feeling of a hand gripping a heart that had been dead for who knows how long.
Song Qingqing saw that Percy didn't move for a long time, just staring at his arm in a daze, and was a little confused. Could it be that these two lunatics, Karan and Anks, had such a great impact on him?
Logically speaking, as the butler, shouldn't Percy have watched the twins grow up and be very clear about their personalities?
"Percy?"
Hearing the girl's gentle call, Percy blinked lightly and opened the bottle of medicine smoothly. "Sorry, the vampire's thinking will be a little slow during the day."
He is lying, Song Qingqing thought quietly as she looked at Percy's trembling white eyelashes.
This was how Percy covered himself when he was upset.
Besides, there is no such thing as purebloods being in bad condition during the day. They are not affected by the sunlight at all, and walking freely underneath is not a problem. It’s just that they instinctively don’t like things with too bright light.
But Song Qingqing knew that she shouldn't stir Percy's emotions anymore. What she needed to do now was to give Percy time to think and sort out his own emotions.
The slightly cool pale fingers spread the medicine carefully on her arm. It was icy and felt good.
In the silent tower, the atmosphere between the two was exceptionally peaceful.
After a long time, Song Qingqing took the initiative to break the silence. She reached out and gently grasped Percy's hand, and asked him in a low voice: "Will Percy be here to take care of me in the future?"
Percy stopped applying the medicine and looked up into the girl's hopeful eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, then put on his considerate and gentle smile again.
"Yes, miss."
The medicine had already been applied to her arm. Seeing that Percy was about to pick up the tray and leave, Song Qingqing grabbed the corner of his shirt, then rolled up the hem and hugged him under his puzzled and gradually panicked gaze, then turned her back to him.
The hazy sunlight filtered through the small arched window, revealing the girl's slender waistline, which was so attractive. The thinnest part of her waist was slightly concave and then curved, while the most alluring part was hidden by the piled velvet quilt. The only flaw was the fingerprints that had not yet completely disappeared on her fragile white skin.
Percy knew that this was Anx's masterpiece. This was his personality, domineering and unruly, with an instinctive desire to destroy things he liked.
This is in line with the nature of vampire beasts.
Song Qingqing didn't know why this body was like this. It was pale and fragile, and looked like it would break with a slight touch. In fact, Anx didn't use much force, just holding it gently to prevent herself from escaping forward, but the effect was shocking, as if she had been beaten.
"Percy, I can't see behind me, can you help me?"
Song Qingqing could feel that Percy's usually cold and calm breathing behind her was disordered for a moment, but only for that moment.
Percy hesitated for a moment, but finally sat down, poured the medicine into his palm, and applied it carefully and gently, as if he was afraid of hurting the beautiful girl who was as fragile as a doll.
Song Qingqing cooperated and let out a soft hum.
Percy paused and murmured apologetically, "Sorry, Miss."
Song Qingqing turned around, put down the rolled-up hem of her clothes, and threw herself into his arms. She put her arms around his waist and said nothing. Her usually fair cheeks were a little hot and red. Just such a small movement made her feel the powerlessness and weakness after losing blood.
Percy's body was still filled with the fresh scent of herbs from the medicine, which made people feel at ease when leaning against him.
The fragile dependence behind the disguise of being strong and calm can easily break the other party's defenses. Song Qingqing found that this trick was very useful on Percy. After all, her identity this time was a pet blood slave with a tragic life story. It would be a pity not to use it.
Percy was still so soft-hearted and considerate. In order to make Song Qingqing lean more comfortably, he sat down. Then Song Qingqing simply took advantage of the situation and lay directly in his arms, quietly leaning against his chest. It was very quiet there, without the sound of a human heartbeat.
Her chaotic and slow mind belatedly realized, yes, Percy is also a vampire, and vampires are cold, dead corpses, so how can they have a heartbeat?
The weak Song Qingqing leaned in Percy's arms. She closed her eyes to calm her breathing for a while, opened her eyes which were moistened by the heat, and looked at Percy's superior jawline blatantly.
This look is simply impossible to ignore, let alone for a vampire with keen intuition.
Song Qingqing saw that Percy's jaw line was tightening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his Adam's apple was sliding up and down. He was swallowing nervously.
She suddenly smiled.
Song Qingqing, in a daze, thought for the first time that perhaps she could try to understand the characters in the mission world. After all, only with a deeper understanding could she more effectively improve their favorability and convince them to risk their lives to join her escape plan.
And it's not such a bad thing.
So Song Qingqing said to Percy in a very soft voice: "Percy, can you tell me your story?"
The girl in his arms spoke so softly that it sounded like a dream talk.
"I always feel that you and Lord Hades look a bit similar, but not quite the same."
The vampire holding her froze, a ripple flashing across his red eyes, no longer as calm as before.
The room fell into deathly silence again.
An unknown amount of time had passed before Song Qingqing felt that her consciousness was about to collapse, and then she heard Percy sigh softly. The sigh seemed to be swallowed up by the silence. He took a deep breath, probably thinking for a long time, and finally spoke.
"Hades is my half-brother."
Percy closed his eyes in some pain, his memory went back to that bloody and chaotic night many years ago. There was thick, fishy and sweet blood everywhere, so thick that it was nauseating. Even the red velvet carpet was soaked with blood, and the feeling of stepping on it was creepy.
From Percy, Song Qingqing finally heard something that was not written in the plot outline.
It's so ridiculous that it's unbelievable.
In the power struggle for heirs, Hades personally and without hesitation killed his pure-blood prince father and the previous prince's sister, Percy's mother.
Wait, the prince's sister? Percy's mother? Half-brother?!
Song Qingqing, who was still a little drowsy, opened her eyes wide, looked up at Percy in shock, and clutched his coat with her fingers.
Percy looked a little unnatural when the girl looked at him straight in the eye. He raised his hand to cover her bright eyes. Her long eyelashes gently brushed across his palm, causing a tingling and painful sensation in his heart and palm.
"Miss, don't look at me like that."
He explained in a gentle voice, "Perhaps it's difficult to understand in the human world, or even considered crazy, but it happens frequently among purebloods."
But Percy knew that his mother was in pain. She did not love his father and was unwilling to be confined to her freedom.
As far as he could remember, his mother, the silver-haired beauty often talked about by the previous generation of vampires, lived in this tower. It was a decision made by the prince.
Yes, his mother died here too. Then came Sif's mother, and now...
Percy lowered his head and silently tightened his arms around the girl, as if he wanted to hide and protect her.
Now, it was her, the girl in his arms, looking up at him and relying on him.
To this day, Percy can still recall the way his mother died. The silver cross dagger inlaid with rubies pierced her heart, and bright red blood kept flowing out of his mother's mouth like roses, staining her body red and then staining his clothes.
Percy watched his brother Hades execute his mother with his own eyes.
It was exactly the same scene as when his father, the silent prince, killed Hades' mother.
His father did not love Hades' mother, the poor pure-blooded noble lady. They were married through a family alliance, and then the unfortunate Hades was born in the cold and cruel castle.
The Hades in Percy's memory was always cold and calm. Even when his mother was killed by his father in front of him, he seemed to have no emotions at all.
Hades just watched quietly as the bloody scene unfolded before his eyes.
My father once praised my brother Hades in person, saying that he inherited the noble bloodline of the Geshil family and could grow into a powerful and ruthless vampire.
But his father commented with disgust that he was a "kind" but weak and incompetent waste.
Percy whispered in a hoarse, gentle voice, "And waste is destined to become a victim in the struggle for power."
In fact, he didn't even have the intention to participate in the struggle of successors. He was completely forced to get involved because the one who was eliminated in the struggle had only one outcome, and that was death.
Song Qingqing opened her mouth but didn't say anything. She could feel Percy trembling, and even though he was trying hard, he couldn't control it.
So pitiful.
She reached out her warm hands to hold Percy's face and pecked his slightly cool lips gently.
Percy was stunned for a moment after being kissed, but he quickly reacted and hugged her tightly like a drowning man grabbing a piece of wood floating on the water. The backs of his hands and arms around his waist were bulging with light blue veins. He wished he could rub her into his bones and flesh.
Song Qingqing still had a question, so she asked Percy softly, "Then why did Percy become a butler?"
She thought that the vampires who failed in the struggle would be exiled outside the territory of the Gesher family, just like in many plots, but Percy became the elegant and caring butler of this castle and this manor.
Percy smiled bitterly and buried his head in the girl's warm neck. After a long time, he sighed softly.
"After all, death is still very scary."
Just as his father had said contemptuously, he was weak and afraid of death, and in his opinion, the word death was even more terrifying for vampires with long lives.
Perhaps because he felt that his brother's humble begging was pathetic and ridiculous, the cold and powerful pure-blood brother spared his life.
But Hades still overestimated him and thought that making him a steward in the castle of the Gesher family would be a shame for him.
Compared to death by falling into the dark abyss, being a steward of the Geshier family is nothing terrible.
Even now, Percy still remembers that bloody and terrifying rainy night many years ago. The fine raindrops like mist wet the long black hair of the new pure-blood prince, and the condensed water droplets dripped down his pale and indifferent face, while the bright red blood beads dripped on his cold fingertips.
He didn't even look at the loser, and said something indifferently before turning around.
"Then you will live as a servant of the Gheir family."
The very calm voice rang in Percy's ears again, like a nightmare, making him tremble while holding the girl. He fell into a nightmare.
Song Qingqing, who was hugged tightly, lowered her eyes and gently touched Percy's head with her hand, combing her fingertips through his cold, silky silver hair.
In a trance, Percy heard the girl whispering to comfort him.
"Be good Percy, don't be afraid."
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