Chapter 118 Two Corpses (Childhood) Half of the lake was filled with fresh...
It seems that he is so hungry?
Cecilia rolled her eyes. She didn't want the only interesting thing here to starve to death.
So she secretly bit her wrist with her teeth and dripped the blood into the boy's mouth bit by bit.
"Well……"
A painful wail came from the boy's throat, and he seemed to be inspired to survive. His eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and the blood-like color covered the original gray-blue.
With a low growl, he grabbed Cecilia's wrist, opened his mouth, revealing his sharp fangs, and bit her eagerly.
Hiss, it hurts.
Cecia took a breath and a faint blue light flashed before her eyes.
There was a blue crescent mark on the boy's right wrist, which flickered with his breathing.
What's this?
She looked at the unique mark curiously and subconsciously touched her collarbone.
When she was three or four years old, the vampires carved a mark on her collarbone, which was a blood-red rose.
Her parents always tried to get her to cover up the rose mark, but she didn't take it seriously and never thought it was a shame.
However, her mark never shone.
Feeling the blood draining from her body bit by bit, her face gradually turned pale.
Estimating that the amount of blood was about the same as usual, she knocked the boy unconscious with a knife and pulled her wrist out of his mouth.
The wrist, which was already covered with scars, now had two more bloody holes.
She frowned, tore off two pieces of rags to wrap herself up, and fell asleep next to her parents.
…
"Hello."
"Hey! Wake up!"
The next day, she was abruptly awakened by the boy.
As soon as Cecia opened her eyes, she saw the boy standing in front of her with a sullen face and an awkward expression.
"… Was it you who fed me blood yesterday?"
He hesitated for a long time before squeezing out these words from between his teeth.
"It's me, how does it taste?"
Cecia asked bluntly, she was really curious about the taste of blood.
Because vampires always say that children's blood is sweet, she also secretly tasted her own blood, but she could not taste anything except an unpleasant rusty taste.
“…”
The boy didn't expect to hear such straightforward words from her and didn't know how to respond for a moment.
His face suddenly turned red, and the blush spread across his skin, even staining his ears and neck.
Seeing the boy's blushing face, Cecia stood up in disbelief.
"No way, are you hungry again?"
She opened her mouth exaggeratedly, protected her injured wrist with her right hand, and hid it behind her back.
"I don't have that much blood for you to drink."
She took two steps back and explained, "If I drink too much blood, I will die."
"For your long-term dietary health, I suggest you just bear with it."
Hearing this, the boy's face suddenly turned from red to black.
Seeing the other person's face turning black and red, Cecilia became even more worried.
"You're not going to die, are you?"
She asked caringly, imitating her mother's example and standing on tiptoes to touch the boy's forehead.
“…You’re the one who’s going to die!”
The boy was so angry that he turned around and left, and didn't speak to her for several days.
With this, the two peers became friends, and in this blood slave camp, they became the only things with vitality.
"Why does your mark glow?"
Cecia asked curiously, rubbing the crescent mark on the other's wrist repeatedly.
“It’s a sign of a contract.”
The boy raised his wrist proudly, "With this, it proves that my bloodline is noble and pure."
"Me too?"
Cecia pointed to her collarbone, "I have a similar mark!"
"Idiot! How can you and I be the same?"
The boy glanced at the rose mark with disdain. "You are a special blood slave. This mark symbolizes that you are the property of the vampire race. It is a shame and a scar for you."
"But for the vampires, it proves that the first living thing they sucked was a special blood slave, which is a symbol of their status."
He held his head high and looked very proud of it.
"In that case, with your status and position, why did you come to the Blood Slave Camp?"
Cecia blinked and asked innocently.
“…Don’t worry about it!”
The boy's face turned red, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"Okay, so what's your name?"
This was the fifth time Cecilia asked this question, and the boy had always changed the subject in the previous times.
"You say yours first."
As before, the boy kicked the question back.
"Cheshia, I'm Cheshia, you can call me Hill."
She repeated her name for the fifth time, asking persistently, "What about you?"
“…”
The boy stopped talking. He tried to change the subject, "When you leave the blood slave camp, is there anything you want to do?"
"No."
Cecia shook her head and pulled a piece of hay from the side.
"I've never left this place, and I don't know what it's like outside."
"The world outside is much better than here, with many new and interesting things."
The boy's eyes seemed to reveal nostalgia, and he patted Cecilia's shoulder.
"Don't worry, I will become super powerful in the future! Because you are so loyal to me, I will find a way to rescue you."
"What about my parents?"
She asked again, staring at the boy with her red eyes unblinking.
The boy turned his head, looked at the two elderly people with disdain, and said reluctantly: "...You can also take them out with you."
"When the time comes, I'll introduce you to some fun things outside."
“Are those things more interesting than you?”
Chewing a piece of hay, Cecia poked the boy's cheek with her hand.
"...How can I describe it as interesting?"
The boy said unhappily, turned his head to the side, and became angry again.
Cecia's relationship with the boy grew better and better, and the two became almost inseparable.
The boy seemed to have gotten used to life here. From the beginning, he shouted that he wanted to leave every day, but now he is no different from a blood slave and even helps with the work.
In this way, the two lived together for three whole years.
One night, the night was as dark as ink. The moon was completely blocked by dark clouds. Without the light of fire, everything around was swallowed by darkness, leaving only endless silence.
"No! Don't!"
Cecilia suddenly woke up from a nightmare, sweat slid down her face, leaving mottled marks.
She was still in shock and gasping for breath.
Although she didn't remember the content of the nightmare, the unspeakable fear wrapped her tightly and almost suffocated her.
She twitched her nostrils slightly, and a fishy smell instantly rushed into her nasal cavity.
"…Mom and Dad?"
Her face was pale and there was uncontrollable fear in her eyes.
She had a good memory since she was a child, especially keen on smells. Although the smell in the air had an unknown stench, it could not cover up the familiar smell of blood.
It was the smell of her parents' blood.
They are old and haven't needed to donate blood for a long time. Where does this smell come from?
Cecia quickly stood up and searched for her parents among the figures on the ground, but found nothing.
Even the boy who was usually good friends with her was nowhere to be seen.
My parents don’t have work tonight, so why would they go out... Are they injured?
A feeling of panic gradually rose up in her heart, and Cecilia felt a little bit at a loss.
Although she was usually fearless, she even dared to sneak into other tents.
But, she is only a ten-year-old child after all.
Since her parents were involved, she didn't know what to do for a moment and could only rely on instinct to slip out of the room.
Such a strong smell of blood!
How badly were mom and dad injured?
As she walked forward following the smell of blood, the smell became stronger and stronger, and she became more and more worried.
What exactly happened?
The Blood Slave Camp really didn’t care about the blood slaves, especially the elderly blood slaves. No one cared even if they died. Could her parents…
Confused thoughts were fighting in her mind, and she could only keep running, using all her strength to rush to the source of the smell of blood.
It was a calm lake.
This place was a restricted area for blood slaves, who were not allowed to enter normally. However, the boy knew a small path and often brought her in secretly, and the two of them played beside the lake.
Logically speaking, my parents don’t know about this place and they won’t come to this place.
The bad premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger. Cecilia couldn't help shaking all over and her legs began to lose strength.
The smell of blood mixed with a disgusting stench irritated her nasal cavity, but as she had been dealing with blood since she was a child, she didn't dare to think too deeply about how horrible the amount of blood such a strong smell represented.
"Dad! Mom!"
Fear broke the last line of defense in her heart. She didn't care whether she would be discovered or not. She just kept raising her voice and shouting at the top of her lungs.
"Mom, where are you? Are you hurt?"
"Dad! I'm here to find you! Answer me!"
“…”
However, she never got a response.
The bright moon secretly climbed out from the dark clouds, and the moonlight fell on the lake, revealing the hidden veil.
The originally calm lake began to ripple quickly, and in the center of the lake, a strange cross suddenly appeared. It was covered in blood, as if it was built with blood.
Half of the lake was dyed red with blood.
The source of the blood was the two shriveled and old corpses lying on the shore.
The blood in the two corpses had been drained, and there were strange magic circles drawn under them. She couldn't understand those strange patterns at all, but because of her natural sensitivity to magic, she could feel what was contained in them.
This is an extremely evil force.
"Mom and Dad?"
Cecia's voice trembled as she stumbled to the lake. Her heart sank as she looked at the face of the corpse in disbelief.
The cold, lifeless body overlapped with the kind faces of the parents.
Her right hand trembled, and when her fingertips touched her parents' faces, she felt only a biting cold.
"No! Don't!"
The young children cried out in grief and threw themselves on the bodies of their parents at the top of their lungs.
She tried her best to mobilize the magic power in her body and injected all of her meager magic power into her parents' bodies, but to no avail.
My parents have completely lost their vital signs. Even if a god were to come to this world, there would be no possibility of survival.
The young girl tried everything she could, including calling out to the guards for help.
Eventually, she overdrew her magic power and fainted on the bodies of her parents... Until the next day, the blood slave who was on shift found her and reported the incident to the guards.
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