Chapter 132: Boris Extra (I) As far as I can remember, my younger brother has always been...
Boris grew up in a happy family, with a gentle mother, a loving father, and a wealthy family...
But ever since I can remember, my younger brother has always been the favored one.
His younger brother Wilbert, who was two years younger than him, was weak from birth and often sick, taking away most of his parents' attention.
"Boris, you are the older brother, you have to take care of your younger brother."
This was the sentence he heard most often, and therefore he always felt an indescribable jealousy towards his younger brother.
Although they lived in a remote mountain village of the demon clan, his parents told him from a young age that they were vampires and were different from the villagers.
The number of blood clan members is very small, especially the noble blood, which is extremely rare, and the clan members are strictly prohibited from wandering outside. However, his parents are of noble status, and they are tired of the power struggle within the blood clan, so they sneaked out and lived in seclusion here.
If you are discovered, you will never be able to live a peaceful life again.
For this reason, their parents repeatedly told them to eat on time and not to let anyone discover their identities...
"elder brother!"
A childish voice sounded behind him, and a chubby pink kid with short legs followed him in a twisted manner.
“Giggle!”
Because he was still young, Wilbert still had some slurred speech, but he loved his brother very much, and the first word he learned was not "Mom and Dad" but "Brother".
After he was able to walk, he followed Boris happily every day, hoping to play with his brother.
So annoying.
Looking at the face that was 80% similar to his own, Boris frowned in disgust and deliberately quickened his pace.
He doesn't like this younger brother, not at all.
If he didn't have a younger brother, his parents' attention would only be on him, and he should get all the love!
"Brother! Wait a minute!"
As the distance between him and his brother grew farther and farther, little Will became anxious. He flapped his legs faster and stretched out his hands to hug his brother.
But the child had poor balance and he fell to the ground accidentally.
"Wow--"
A shrill cry sounded behind me, followed by the anxious voices of my parents.
"What happened? Why did our Will fall down?"
"Don't cry, don't cry. Mommy will perform magic for you, okay?"
“…”
Boris stopped rushing over and looked at his parents coaxing his younger brother, feeling somewhat lonely again.
They seem to be a family.
"Why did you fall for no reason? You were playing with your brother just now. Where's Boris?"
"Boris!"
When he heard his name, his heart tightened and he was about to go out and accept the scolding, but that childish voice stopped him again.
"Bu Yao! Bu Yao says brother! Hello, brother!"
Little Will huddled in his mother's arms, waving his hands and dancing, trying to stop his parents from blaming his brother.
That cute look immediately made his parents laugh. They pinched Will's cheeks affectionately and coaxed him softly.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about brother anymore, okay?"
"Our little Will is the best! He always knows how to speak up for his brother!"
Damn, he really knows how to pretend.
Seeing this scene, Boris clenched his fists.
This guy is always like this, pretending to be well-behaved in front of his parents to please them...
His gray-blue eyes were dark as he stared at his brother for a few seconds. Then he turned and left, locking himself in the room in an attempt to block out the laughter.
…
"Boris! Boris!"
His father slammed his door angrily, "Come out now!"
"What did you do to Will! You are the older brother, how could you push your younger brother into the water!"
His father scolded him harshly, and when he saw that he still didn't open the door, he used magic to smash the door frame. The broken wood chips flew everywhere, brushing past his cheek and leaving a trail of blood.
"Come here! Look at what you've done!"
His father grabbed his arm and dragged him to his brother's room regardless of whether he was willing or not.
I saw the mother using magic to treat Will, while little Will was lying weakly on the bed, with an abnormal blush on his cheeks and coughing from time to time.
Seeing Boris coming, Will forced a smile.
"Brother, you came to see me?"
He spoke softly, his voice was very hoarse, like the sound of metal rubbing against each other.
"Boris! You are already nine years old, can you understand something!"
"You can say that you were too young and played a prank with your brother before, but what about this time? What's your reason for pushing Will into the lake?"
"Do you know how cold it is outside? Will has been in poor health since he was a child!"
As he spoke, his father became even more furious and raised his hand to hit Boris.
"Wait! Don't hit my brother!"
Will struggled to get up, which resulted in a violent coughing fit.
"Ahem! It's not my brother's fault... It's my fault. I was too playful and insisted that my brother take me there..."
He staggered two steps, but his legs went weak and he almost fell down. Fortunately, his mother supported him and forced him back into bed.
"Don't move! You need to rest!"
His father sat beside Will's bed with concern, stroking his hot cheek lovingly.
"Then father promised me... not to blame my brother..."
"Okay! I promise."
Under Will's physical "threat", his father did not punish him again.
But since then, I have never treated him well again.
Whenever his mother saw him, she would always sigh, as if it was such a shame to have a son like him.
By chance, he saw the children in the village getting along with each other and suddenly realized the problem.
No, he couldn't do that.
If this continues, my parents will always favor my younger brother.
One day, he will be abandoned! No one loves him!
Since then, Boris seemed like a different person.
He no longer stared at Weir with hatred, his attitude became gentler, he began to play the role of a "good brother", and even took the initiative to play with Weir.
And there were no more accidents.
Under his careful care, Will liked being with him more and more and almost became his follower.
As he expected, his parents' attitude towards him gradually improved, as if they had returned to the time before Will was born.
"Boris, you have finally grown up."
His father ruffled his hair, his eyes filled with relief, "This way we can go out and do things without any worries."
"Mom and Dad are out for something. Boris, take good care of your brother, okay?"
The mother smiled kindly and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"good!"
Boris nodded vigorously with a bright smile on his face.
"Don't worry, I will take good care of my brother! When you come back, my brother will definitely be plump and white!"
Seeing how well-behaved he was, his parents smiled even more deeply.
His mother scratched the tip of his nose and said, "There are fresh blood bags in the freezer, enough for you to eat for the time being. My brother always forgets to eat, so remember to supervise him."
As she spoke, the mother suddenly lowered her voice.
"When we vampires forget to eat, terrible things will happen! Then, monsters will come and take away mom and dad!"
Hearing this, Boris's expression became serious. He nodded solemnly: "I promise to complete the task!"
After his parents left, Boris's well-behaved appearance gradually faded, revealing his long-hidden fangs.
Weirweir, Weir again!
No matter what they do or say, parents always focus on Weir!
He was so obedient. Not only did he play with the sickly girl every day, he also took care of the other's diet and daily life...but what did he get?
Boris's face was gloomy, and obscure emotions flashed in his eyes.
If only there were no Will.
As the only child of his parents, he will definitely become an excellent vampire...
"Brother, I'm hungry!"
A childish voice sounded beside him. He lowered his head and saw little Will pulling at his trouser leg, shaking it to beg for food.
"Go get it yourself."
Boris's attitude was cold, completely different from the "gentle brother" he was when his parents were around.
But how could Weir know about the changes?
He tilted his head and felt that his brother seemed a little different.
"Vir can't reach it! Help me get it, brother!"
As usual, he pulled his brother's clothes and acted coquettishly.
"Get lost!"
Boris frowned and kicked Will away. He stood up and looked down at the ignorant little guy. He experienced "power" and "control" for the first time.
"My parents are not at home during this period, so you'd better stop bothering me."
He said this in a cold voice and turned away.
"……elder brother?"
Will fell to the ground, looking at his brother in confusion, as if he didn't understand why the other person had become a stranger.
He struggled to get up and hesitantly followed his brother in the direction he left. But then he thought of that cold and piercing look...
Will shrank his neck, turned in another direction, and returned to his room in frustration.
…
"Help! There are vampires! Vampires are attacking!"
The chaotic screams outside the house woke Boris from his sleep, and he sat up suddenly.
Blood clan? Parents are back?
No! Could it be Will——
Realizing the seriousness of the problem, he didn't dare to delay. He quickly grabbed the coat next to him, put it on and ran outside.
"Help! Help me!"
As soon as I walked out of the door, I was bumped into by a boy.
The man was wearing a coarse linen shirt and had a gray face. He must be a demon child from the village. Blood was flowing from the boy's neck, staining a large area of his clothes red.
The two holes on the neck were an eyesore and hurt Boris's eyes.
"Help me! There are monsters in the mountains! They will..."
When he looked up and saw Boris's face, the boy's voice paused, and his expression changed from panic to horror. He let out a scream from the depths of his throat and backed away desperately.
"you--"
Boris took two steps forward, but the boy fell to his knees and began to beg for mercy with tears streaming down his face.
"Please! Let me go!"
The boy kept begging Boris, "Don't kill me! I'm the only child in my family! If I die, my parents won't be able to survive..."
"elder brother!"
A familiar voice came from not far away, and Will stumbled towards Boris. His clothes were torn and his skin was scratched with several bloody marks.
There was scarlet blood around his mouth.
The sweet taste stimulated Boris's nerves, but he kept himself full and suppressed the primitive impulse in his body.
"Brother! Brother, don't kill him!"
Veer ran over to the two men and stood in front of the boy.
Faced with a brother who looked extremely similar, the other party became even more frightened. He looked at Will helplessly, then at Boris, and just kept shrinking back.
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