Chapter 49: Blood Clan Ancient Text (Bloodstains) 25 Possession
The room was quiet and silent, the sunset spread out like water, creating a dreamy color, just like the atmosphere between the two people at the moment.
Percy lowered his head and kissed the tip of Song Qingqing's white ear affectionately. He sighed softly in his heart and began to recall that time which was very long ago but was considered the most peaceful and happiest time in his memory.
"If Mother could meet you, young lady, she would surely love you," Percy whispered dreamily, a touch of sadness lingering in his voice. "She's a very gentle person. No one in the castle wants to play with me because Father said I'm useless, unworthy of an heir. That's why Mother is the only one willing to accompany me."
"As far as I can remember, my mother always smiled when she faced me, but I could tell she wasn't happy; sadness was evident in her eyes."
In my memory, my mother's beautiful and quiet face seemed to be covered with a layer of gray gauze.
Song Qingqing leaned in his arms and listened quietly. She thought what Percy needed at this moment was a quiet listener.
Percy's gentle voice was like the sound pouring out from the piano keys. She didn't feel much surprise in her heart. As she thought, perhaps only a gentle person like Mrs. White Rose could teach Percy to be so friendly to others.
"The painting you saw, young lady, was probably drawn when I was six." Percy buried his head in the girl's warm neck, hiding his embarrassment. But the tips of his ears beneath his silver hair were subtly stained red, like a smudge of watercolor. "That stuffed doll was made for me by the head maid, Madam Klina. I love it..."
When he said this, Percy paused slightly, as if he recalled something he had forgotten, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the girl.
It's like... protecting something important to me, and also a bit like hugging that stuffed doll.
Song Qingqing keenly noticed this subtle change, stepped back slightly, and then held Percy's face with both hands.
As expected, those beautiful eyes as clear as rubies were covered with a layer of mist at some point.
It turned out that he hid his face because he was afraid that he would find out that he was in a bad mood.
She cries more than me...
She almost forgot the gentle and distant butler Percy at the beginning. The silver-haired beauty in front of her who loved to act coquettishly and cling to her seemed to have nothing to do with the previous butler.
Song Qingqing pursed her lips, wanting to laugh a little, but she held it back and gently kissed his thin white eyelids, "Is Madam Klina the head maid who takes care of you?"
"Yeah." Percy's voice dropped, "It's just that she's gone."
He was killed by the former head of the Gexier family, but Percy did not say this to Song Qingqing.
He added, "The gift she gave me was also thrown away by my father because he thought it was a symbol of my weakness. It seems a bit inappropriate for a strong and cold vampire to like a doll..."
The more he spoke, the more self-loathing Percy expressed in his words.
Song Qingqing interrupted him softly, "But I like Percy like this."
Percy was stunned for a moment, watching the girl in his arms straighten up, put her arms around his neck, and said to him seriously, "There's nothing wrong with liking dolls, and Percy is not wrong either. It was never you who was wrong."
Seeing that he was still in a daze, Song Qingqing leaned close to him and touched their foreheads together, which was a very intimate gesture.
Percy was afraid that she would fall down because she didn't sit firmly, so he quickly supported her waist with his hands.
Before Percy could react, Song Qingqing smiled with her eyes curved and teased him quietly, "But I didn't expect Percy to be so cute when he was a child..."
The girl's voice was soft and gentle, and her warm breath brushed across his ears like a feather, causing Percy to lower his long, white eyelashes. He whispered, "Miss, please don't tease me like this..."
"However." Percy quickly realized that the girl in his arms was deliberately teasing him, and quietly changed the subject, "Miss, don't you like me when I grow up?"
He lowered his voice and as he said this, he gently lifted Song Qingqing's left hand and put his face close to her palm. His silver hair was tangled around her, and he looked at her with his red eyes, which was extremely bewitching.
"Well... indeed, I don't know if the young lady is satisfied with my care..."
Percy's voice was low and soft, and he sounded like he was talking to himself. However, Song Qingqing was reminded of how carefully he had taken care of her before because of his affectionate tone. Her eyes fell on Percy's cold, white, and slender fingers. When she thought of the feeling of his fingertips lightly pressing against her fingers, her cheeks flushed instantly.
After all, he was a vampire with a long lifespan, so he could easily handle this level of teasing from the girl and soon became the host.
Song Qingqing's heart trembled when she saw Percy's gaze. She quickly reached out to cover his lips, but she didn't expect that Percy, who looked serious, suddenly smiled with his eyes curved. He licked her palm with his warm and cool tongue, leaving a trail of cool marks.
Her palms were ticklish to begin with, and when she was licked like that, she quickly pulled her hands back and hid them behind her back.
Percy stared at Song Qingqing quietly, looking into her clear eyes, with a gentle and delicate light in her red eyes, "I'm a little curious."
Song Qingqing blinked, a little confused, "Huh?"
"What did you look like when you were a child?" Percy took a strand of her hair and wrapped it around his fingertips. This action sounded like the little gestures that only lovers would have.
Song Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and tried to recall what Percy said, but her mind was blank.
She seemed unable to remember.
Song Qingqing frowned slightly, lowered her eyelashes, and tried to think carefully, but found that she still found nothing.
Percy quickly noticed her strangeness. He was very familiar with this expression, the one that appeared when one recalled something unpleasant.
So Percy interrupted Song Qingqing's thoughts and directed her attention elsewhere, "If you can't remember, forget it."
Song Qingqing saw her own reflection in Percy's eyes, as if he could only see her.
The indescribable discomfort suddenly surged into her heart. She took Percy's hand, pressed it to her heart, frowned, and shook her head in confusion, "I'm sorry, Percy, I can't seem to remember, but I feel so sad..."
Percy held the dazed Song Qingqing in his arms, patting her slender back with one hand and protecting her head with the other, gently comforting her, "I'm sorry, Miss."
Song Qingqing hugged his neck, buried her face in his shoulder, and spoke in a muffled voice, "Why do you want to apologize?"
"Perhaps it's because I can't take responsibility for the young lady." Percy smiled and explained patiently and gently.
Because he still remembered what his mother had said to him, that only when you love someone enough can you be qualified to share their pain, and it was obvious that he was not enough.
While hugging Song Qingqing tightly, Percy suddenly remembered that when he was a child he had picked up a green-feathered sparrow. It was very beautiful. When he clasped his hands slightly, he could clearly feel the temperature and heartbeat of the little animal. The vampire instinct made him want to grasp this bit of vitality, but a pair of hands reached out from his side to stop him. It was his mother's hands.
At that time, he did not understand the meaning of his mother's action. He looked up and asked her if she could build a gorgeous cage for the green-feathered bird to live in. He would feed it with the most expensive feed and sweet spring water, and it would live a happy life.
His mother did not answer him immediately, and he did not see the expression on her face.
Thinking about it now, it was probably an extremely complicated and sad expression. After all, what was the difference between what I said at that time and what my father did?
In the end, of course, he didn't do that, because his mother told him that if he ever encountered something beautiful that he wanted to monopolize, he should never do that, because that was the devil's act.
"Miss, do you want to become a vampire?" Percy suddenly asked, "A monster that feeds on blood, is cold and cruel, and fears the sun."
Song Qingqing raised her head and saw Percy's extremely calm face when he said these words. It didn't seem like he was having a conversation, but more like he was stating a judgment, judging herself as a monster.
What he said was completely different from Hades's, because Hades described the First Embrace as a gift of divine love, a ritual of willingness to share a long life with the vampires.
"Don't say that about yourself, Percy." Song Qingqing denied his statement.
Percy is not like a traditional vampire at all, he is gentle and kind... well, a little bit, he likes to cry.
In Hades' words, it was a plant grown in a greenhouse, pitiful and ridiculous. But Song Qingqing disagreed with Hades's statement. She felt that there was nothing wrong with growing in a greenhouse. After all, there were some wind and rain that plants in greenhouses didn't have to endure.
Why bother going through all this and forcing yourself to grow into a so-called powerful vampire?
She noticed that Percy always said this to her. Song Qingqing stared at Percy's handsome face, which was absolutely perfect and flawless, without saying a word. This guy was still looking at her with a helpless look on his face. She was a little angry and gritted her teeth. In the end, she couldn't help but bite his face.
Although she said she bit him, she actually just touched him lightly with her teeth. Afraid of hurting him, Song Qingqing licked the two teeth marks she had made with the tip of her tongue in a soothing manner.
Percy was bitten unexpectedly by her and his neck and ears were covered with red. He turned his face away and dared not look at Song Qingqing again. His hands were tightly grasping the red velvet sofa fabric underneath, like a poor little thing who was bullied. His thin lips opened and closed twice, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself, and in the end he could only squeeze out a few words.
"Miss, you are not a vampire, you can't bite it..."
Song Qingqing was stunned by Percy's nonsensical words. His reaction at this time was as if she was a bully.
Percy is already like this, it would be a shame if she didn't cooperate. Song Qingqing thought about it, snorted softly, used her fingers to unbutton his shirt, and moved closer to his pale and slender neck.
The girl's warm breath poured onto the skin on the side of her neck, staining her pale skin crimson, just like paint splashed on a canvas. Percy tensed up instantly, his knuckles gripping the fabric turning white. Song Qingqing, who was sitting in his arms, of course noticed this subtle change and smiled triumphantly.
In fact, with the ability of the vampires, it would be a very easy thing to take control of the rebellious Song Qingqing, but Percy did not do that. He just sat quietly and let Song Qingqing bite him.
Although this insignificant force was more like a little vampire who had not yet grown all his teeth learning to bite people, not only did it not break the skin, but it also made the palms and heart of the person numb and itchy.
Percy chuckled at his own association.
Of course Song Qingqing heard Percy's laughter. She pursed her lips and didn't bite Percy again as if to compete. Instead, she licked and kissed the side of his neck lightly. Sure enough, she soon heard a low groan.
Only then did Song Qingqing raise her head again. She saw a mark she had left on the side of Percy's neck. The red mark was particularly obvious on the pale skin, almost like a mark of ownership.
She raised her chin slightly, smirked, and said, "Percy is mine now."
Percy raised his eyes, and the remaining ray of sunlight sprinkled on the girl's fair cheek, with a bright and vivid color, like a treasure that should be hidden and should not fade away.
Percy just looked at Song Qingqing, solemnly kissed the back of her hand, and whispered a promise to her.
"good."
My dear lady, my beloved Sif, he was hers.
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