Chapter 53 Percy Extra - White Rose Rain - Silver Dagger...
Rain - Silver Dagger
The young man with wet black hair squatted in the corner of the dim alley. His face was pale and he didn't look like a living person.
Ryan lowered his eyes and stared expressionlessly at the silver dagger spinning between his fingertips. An amethyst gem was embedded in the handle of the dagger. Blood drops dripped down the curve of the dagger. This little blood exuded the rich fragrance of a pureblood, but he found it nauseating.
Rubbing his fingertips over the imperfectly cut amethyst, Ryan tilted his head back slightly, leaning against the damp, earthy-smelling wall, and looked at the raindrops falling above his head. The rain wet his face and black hair.
Ruiyin thought of the girl called "Sif" at an inappropriate time.
The two of them might have first met much earlier than she thought, but Ryan knew it wasn't her.
At that time, he had just woken up from a nightmare of tragic death. Ryan's vigilance made him quickly aware of the cautious gaze behind him, which was full of confusion and curiosity.
Wondering why he is a male, curious about what he is.
When he was summoned to the music classroom, Rui Yin calmly thought, perhaps they were going to play tricks on him like the vampires in his previous life. But it was clear that the spoiled Miss Sif in his memory didn't even know how to bully others. Her clumsy pretense of arrogance actually made her look pitiful and adorable.
She told him to come over, kneel down, and lick the blood off her fingertips.
For a moment, dark and evil thoughts crawled up Ryan's heart like a spider web, and the fangs between his teeth quietly emerged. He wanted to press this soft and lovely girl against the piano lid, bite her earlobe, and make her unable to stand and cry and say that she would never dare to bully him again.
But this idea was never put into practice, as the education Ryan received in the church did not allow him to do so.
He really liked bullying her. This subtle thought probably came from the fact that when he saw someone he liked, he wanted all her attention to be on him. Especially when she was so angry that her face turned red but she had no choice but to act like a spoiled child, she was so adorable.
Such childish thoughts are like fragile bubbles that will burst at the slightest touch.
Perhaps, in that studio with just the right amount of light, when he inadvertently met the girl's curious gaze like a little animal, he felt happy, but he was unaware of it.
But no one has ever taught Ryan how to love someone he falls in love with at first sight from the bottom of his heart.
Ever since he could remember, he had remembered to hide all his secrets: the sinful product of humans and vampires, the pureblood heart in his chest that belonged to his mother, and his identity as a boy.
When Ryan was dressed up as a girl and sent to the church, he was very happy. There were many beautiful little boys going with him.
The one who dressed him up as a girl was his aunt who had taken care of him for a long time. However, she was sick, and many guests came to their shabby house and advised her to send him to church. Ryan had heard some conversations, but he didn't understand at that time.
"The priest in the church loves such a beautiful and pure boy the most. This guy will definitely be sold for a good price..."
"No... cough cough, Ryan, she's a girl. The priests will be angry. Honey, I beg you, do you still need orphans in the church choir?"
He was sent to the church and became an orphan raised by the priest.
At first, Ryan didn't know why his aunt changed into a pure white gauze dress for him and warned him not to let anyone find out before she died. Until one night when he saw the scene in the confessional, Ryan understood.
He was a boy with beautiful blond hair. The tall figure of the priest covered him like a dark and damp snail.
Ruiyin didn't dare to make a sound. He ran back to his room in fear and wrapped himself tightly with the quilt.
Later, Ryan saw a new rose bush in the back garden of the church. On a rainy night, he used his trembling hands to push away the wet soil and saw the golden hair covered with mud, which had lost its luster.
When he grew up a little, he was sent to Ambise College, where he was tortured by a group of arrogant and cruel vampires and died tragically. However, abandoned by God, he had a new opportunity.
But what did he do?
Ryan stared at the silver dagger, then suddenly stretched out his hand and gripped it tightly. The blade cut through his skin and embedded itself into his flesh, sending waves of pain through him.
The last time he saw her, he said such hurtful words. It seemed that fate and God always liked to torture him like this. It was best to let him immerse himself in endless pain and regret for the rest of his life.
He didn't even have the chance to tell her how much he loved her, and he didn't even know her real name.
She left him nothing, even this amethyst, which she dropped accidentally.
"Lord Ruin."
A blond-haired, blue-eyed boy appeared at the entrance of the alley. When he saw the bloody wound on Rui Yin's palm, he hesitated to speak, "Your hand..."
Ryan didn't care, because the pure-blooded monster's self-healing ability always allowed it to heal quickly.
The pale and gloomy figure in the corner stood up, raised his hand to put on a black hood, and walked into deeper darkness and shadows.
"Let's go, Xiu."
Percy - White Rose
Percy didn't like red roses. To be more precise, he didn't like the color red like blood.
Mother likes white roses, and the young lady likes white roses.
Percy still remembered that one night, the lady who was imprisoned in the tower looked up and asked him in a sweet voice, smiling, what the meaning of the white rose was.
As a vampire with such a long lifespan, Percy knows much more than humans can imagine. The white rose symbolizes pure love, a fresh start... and eternal remembrance.
He only told the lady one of the flower meanings because he couldn't bear to see any sadness on her face.
Percy also didn't like rainy days, because it was always rainy in Geshier's territory, and everything was covered with a layer of damp and sad fog.
But Percy will always remember the scene when he first met the lady.
At that time, it was drizzling and a gentle and beautiful lady got off the carriage. When she saw him, she smiled softly. She said her hair was a little wet and asked if she had been waiting for a long time. She handed him a pure white handkerchief.
Before this, he had no idea how long he had been a slave puppet of the Geshier family, taking charge of the affairs of this castle that he disliked day after day.
Percy was well aware that many of the servants in the castle would look at him with disdain from time to time.
But Percy didn't care. After all, it seemed ridiculous that the former candidate for the heir of the Gesher family became a loser and a servant.
Or to put it another way, his existence is a joke.
He had known this fact for a long, long time.
Percy knew that he was not as strong and indifferent as his brother Hades, and he did not have the instinctive desire for blood that a vampire should have. Percy knew this from a very early age, because even his mother would occasionally sigh and say, Percy, you should be braver.
But Miss was the first person to tell him that he was not wrong.
During the time he spent with the young lady, Percy recalled many forgotten memories, including the crazy woman in the attic.
Percy knew her. She was the mother of his brother Hades. She was once a powerful and noble lady, but unfortunately she fell in love with his father.
Yes, Percy called it a misfortune.
Her father never loved her, or to be more precise, her father never loved anyone, not even his mother.
Percy once thought that his father loved his mother deeply, but his mother smiled, looked away sadly, and said softly, "No, Percy, your brother has never loved anyone."
When Percy went up to the attic out of curiosity, the woman who was sitting on the windowsill in a daze suddenly turned her head, looked at him, and laughed with tears in her eyes.
"You look so much like an adult."
That was the first sentence the woman said when she saw him, without any beginning or end. Later, Percy learned that she had stubbornly hated her brother Hades because he did not inherit his father's long silver hair, but his hair was black like hers, as black as the night.
Percy was a little scared and didn't dare to go forward.
The woman stroked the necklace in her hand and looked at him with a malicious smile. Her dark red eyes were chaotic, as if she could see the future far into the future. That was her ability.
"Unfortunately, you will all die with endless pain and regret."
Pain and regret, these are emotions that vampires should not have. Percy didn't understand what the woman meant by these words, he just felt it was terrible.
But now it seems that she was right.
Percy regretted that he was not strong enough to take his dear lady away.
Percy thought for a long time. In his long life, he hadn't seemed to cling to anything, whether it was the position of head of the Gelsier family or the power and authority of the purebloods. His only obsession was probably to take the young lady away.
But he failed, just as his father said, he could do nothing.
Percy understood that the young lady did not want to be a vampire, nor did she like vampires, and even more so did not like the taste of blood, so he gave her the relics left by her mother.
It was originally prepared by the mother for herself, but her brother Hades ended her suffering sooner, so the silver cross necklace came into his hands from the handful of ashes that his mother's body turned into.
In the dying blood-red, Percy saw the blood on the lady's face and the silent tears falling. He subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to gently wipe it clean for her like before, but he couldn't do it.
Percy used to be so afraid of death, but when the silent death ate away at him bit by bit, he was no longer afraid.
He raised his hand and took out the neatly folded handkerchief from his chest. This was the handkerchief given to him by the young lady, but it was already stained red with his own blood. He wiped it, as if trying to wipe it clean, but it simply couldn't be wiped off.
Will the young lady be afraid? Will she feel pain? Will she be hurt? Will she struggle and suffer after becoming a vampire?
But he couldn't know any of this.
He smiled and put his face close to the blood-red handkerchief, as if he could feel the warmth and breath of the lady again when they first met.
He is a weak and crybaby boy who always likes to show his weak side in front of the young lady.
Percy kissed the handkerchief tremblingly, and his cold tears flowed into his silver hair.
He seemed to see a young lady in the small town holding a bunch of white roses, and himself sleeping peacefully on her lap.
I'm sorry, my dear lady.
He can't do anything.
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