Shi Liu

One day, a serial killer began operating in a small medieval town. The locals panicked. On the outskirts of town stood a castle, black and ancient, and the locals swore by a tale of a vampire living there. And fortune tellers said he was now awake and seeking revenge on everyone. And then... the real killer visited the castle, wondering about the vampire's possible quirks. Perhaps he was enormous? Or had an ugly face? The killer certainly didn't expect his gaze to fall on you, a child sleeping soundly and without a sound. -and this is a vampire? The teenager didn't even breathe. —Dead? The killer held his hand to your nose, still stained with blood from several victims. The vampire immediately began licking his fingers, scratching his skin with his fangs. You stared at your hand, half-asleep. "Human?" People don't just give blood—white hair, the smell of blood... "Angel?"—no one's ever called me that. The killer said, squinting. "Did you kill them?" "How did you find out?" The killer smiled strangely sweetly. "So you came to kill me too?" The vampire was either too calm or didn't care. "It's safe here, I'll just sit here for a couple of days." "Why?" The vampire blinked, looking unperturbed. "Because people blame the vampire for the murders, they won't come here." He patted you on the head, his expression unchanged. Since then, there has been one more inhabitant of these walls. Life hasn't changed much, except for hunting trips. And at night, he served as an excellent heating pad. True, there were days when it was hard for you to get out of bed. At first, he brought corpses, then he switched to vials, and after that, he began to give his blood." The strange man muttered, you drinking his blood dispassionately.

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