Chapter 3 third chapter

With a groan, John Matthews rolled over and lay on his back on the bed. The woman followed suit.One of her hands keeps teasing him, while the other touches herself... "Warrior." Her lower body was grinding, and she asked, "Can you handle it?" Can you handle it?Of course he was fine, and he had to make her understand who was in charge of the game. "Soldier, can you deal with it?" Her voice became a little low under the intense exercise. "Damn it, of course," he growled. Her voice became distorted and intermittent... no longer a woman's voice: "Can you handle it?"

John shivered, something was terribly wrong... "Can you handle it? Can you handle it?" A man's voice suddenly popped out of her throat, "Can you really handle it?" John struggled, trying to throw her off him.But she tightly entangled his limbs, and the movements under her body did not stop. "Do you think you can handle it? Do you think you can handle it?" The man's voice roared and screamed under the woman's face. A sharp knife stabbed at the top of John's head—the woman has now turned into a man, with white skin, snow-white hair, and the color of the pupils is like gray mist.The sharp blade fell with a cold light, and John raised his hand to block it, but his arm lost its muscular frame and became skinny again.

"Can you handle it, soldier?" The dagger slashed across the center of his chest.The burning pain ignited from the penetrating wound, and the violent burning sensation spread throughout the whole body, swelling under the skin, putting him in the living pain.He gasped, choked on his own blood, coughed and vomited until there was nothing left in his lungs.He frantically waved his arms, fighting against the pounced death god... "John! John! Wake up!" He opened his eyes wide, and felt a stabbing pain on his face at first, but he didn't know why, it was obviously his chest that was stabbed.Then he found himself opening his mouth, and if he had vocal cords, he would be screaming by now.That's about it though, all he's doing now is blowing more air out of his throat.

Then he felt hands...hands pinching his arm.The fear returned, causing a powerful shock that he could not resist, throwing his emaciated body off the bed.He landed face first, his cheek brushing the sparsely piled carpet. "John! It's me, it's Wells." The voice calling his name was like a loud slap in the face, saving him from the hysterical dream. Oh god...it's okay, he's still alive. He got into Wells' arms and buried his face in her fiery red hair. "It's okay," she pulled John over, leaning on her lap, stroking his back, "you're home, you're safe."

home, safe.Yeah, it's just been six weeks since it became home... Having grown up at the "Mother of Mercy" orphanage and lived in various brooms and hovels since he was sixteen, this is his Own your own home for the first time.Wells and Tormont's home was his home. Moreover, here is not only safe, but also people who understand him.God, he finally knew the truth about himself.Until Tormont found him, he had no idea why he was so different from the others, why he was so thin.Yet all male vampires were like this before the passage period, even Tormont, a member of the Brotherhood of the Black Sword who had clearly had his moments of weakness.

Wells asked John to look up: "Can you tell me what dream you had?" But he shook his head, buried his face deeper, and hugged her tightly.She was even a little surprised that under such a hug, Wells could still breathe. Sardiste appeared in front of Bella's farm, just glanced away, and couldn't help cursing in his mouth, someone has been here again.Fresh ruts were evident in the snowpack of the driveway, and footprints leading to the door.Ah, damn it... there are a lot of footprints on the ground, going back and forth several times, all the way to where the car is parked, as if to move something.

The discovery worried him, as if a small part of her would just disappear. Damn it, if Bella's family vacated the house, he really didn't know where to go to find Bella's traces. He stared coldly at the front porch and the tall windows in front of the living room.Maybe he should keep something of hers for himself.It's a bit of a jerk doing that, but so what, he doesn't mind being a thief. He thought of Bella's family again, and knew that her relatives were some powerful nobles, but that was all. He didn't want to meet them or get to know them better.Even at his best, he's still a tough guy, and what happened to Bella made him not only malicious, but dangerous.No need, Tormont will be in charge of liaising with her blood relatives.Sadist was always careful not to meet them.

He went around the back of the house, into the kitchen, and turned off the security alarm.As he did every night, he went to check on her fish first, some fish food scattered on the water surface, obviously someone had been tending to them.He was furious at being robbed of this opportunity. In fact, he has regarded Bella's home as his own territory.He has been tending the house since Bella was kidnapped, watering the plants and taking care of the pet fish.He walks every inch of floor and staircase, sits on every chair, sofa and bed, and gazes out the window.Hell, he'd even decided to buy the whole damn place when her family sold the property.Although he had never owned a house before, and even had few personal belongings, the walls, roof, and all shelter would become his.This is a shrine to her.

Sadist ran quickly across the room, counting what had been taken, not many.Silver plates and paintings in the living room, and a mirror in the vestibule.He was a little surprised why the other party would choose these specific objects.Then I just thought about how to take them back and put them back where they were. Returning to the kitchen again, the scene of Bella being kidnapped appeared in front of his eyes. The floor was full of blood, glass shards, smashed chairs and the wreckage of china.His eyes fell on a black mark that looked like rubber on the pine floor.He could fully guess that Bella resisted the second person with all her strength, and then was dragged away. The remaining shoe rubbed against the ground, leaving this drag mark.

Anger surged from all directions, occupying his chest.The ugly and familiar feeling made his heart beat faster.It's just... God, what he's doing doesn't really make sense.He's desperately looking for her whereabouts, obsessed with her belongings, walking around her house, but they're not even friends, damn it, they don't know each other.What's more, when they met twice, he never had a good face towards her. God, he was so remorseful.In the few moments he had with her, he wished he'd acted more...well, not throwing up at her impulsive desires might be a good start.It's a pity that there is no way to take back those overreactions.Except for his perverted mistress, no woman has ever wet him.Undoubtedly, he never associated a woman's slender skin with any good things.

He missed Bella's tightness against his body and always wondered why she wanted to sleep with him.His face was a disaster like divine punishment, and his body was not much better, at least his back was horrible.Coupled with his poor reputation in the clan, Jack the Ripper's deeds can almost make the story of Jack the Ripper sound like the story of a young boy scout.Hell, every second of the day, he'd be pissed off about anyone or anything.But she is a genuine woman with a noble family background, full of charm and gentleness. Oh, but the big difference between the two is the point, right?To her, he was a man who could make a difference, an escape into the wild.His savage creature would probably be able to shock her delicate little life a little more.Even though such a thought really hurt him, he still felt that she was...very cute. He heard the grandfather clock strike behind him. It was five o'clock. The front door was pushed open with a creaking sound. Sadist drew the black dagger from his chest, and leaned against the wall without a sound.He turned his head so that he could just overlook the foyer. Butch raised his hands high and walked in: "It's just me, Asa." A former homicide detective is an unexpected visitor to their world.Butch was the only human allowed inside the Brotherhood of the Black Sword, and was Vishaws' roommate, Ricky's weightlifting assistant in the gym, and Ferry's advisor when he was dressed.For some of his own reasons, he wanted to track down Bella's kidnapping case, so he also had an intersection with Sardiste. "What's the matter, 'Tiaozi'?" "Are you going back?" You could take his question as a query, but more like a suggestion. "It's not yet time." "It's almost dawn." who cares. "Ferry asked you to come to me?" "My own point, you didn't come back to the bar, so I guess you came here." Sadist folded his arms around his chest: "Are you worried that I will kill the girl I took to the alley?" "No, I saw her doing work in the club before I left." "Then why do I see you here?" The human man lowered his head, seeming to organize his sentences in his mind.The center of gravity of the body shifted back and forth in his favorite pair of luxury leather shoes, and then he began to unbutton the high-end cashmere coat. Oh, so at the end of the day, Butch sent word, Sadist thought. "Say it all, 'Tiaozi'." The human rubbed his eyes with his thumb: "You know, Thor has been communicating with Bella's family. Also, her brother is a quick-tempered guy. Well, he knows that someone is coming here, he knows it, because Every time the security system here is turned off or on, he gets a message. He wants to stop there, Asa." Sadist showed his fangs: "What a trouble." "He said he was going to send someone to guard this side." "What the hell is he doing, why the hell does he care so much?" "Come on, man, it's his sister's house." Son of a bitch, Saddiste cursed inwardly. "I'm going to buy this house." "That's okay, Asa. Thor said that her family is not in a hurry to sell this place, they want to keep it." Sadist gritted his teeth, and it took a while before he replied: "'Bozi', do yourself a favor and get out of here." "It's best if I drive you back, it's not long before sunrise." "Yeah, do I still need a human to remind me?" Butch cursed twice, and sighed: "Well, you can do whatever you want, but don't come back here again, her family has been stimulated a lot." The moment the front door slammed shut, Sardiste felt a rush of heat, as if someone had wrapped him in an electric blanket and flipped a switch.Sweat broke out on his face and chest, and his stomach was churning.He raised his hand, the palm was wet, and his fingers trembled violently. Physiological manifestations under stress, he thought. It was obvious that he was having a mood swing, though he didn't know exactly what.All he could sense was negativity.There was nothing in his body, no trace of emotion could be discerned. He lowered his head and looked around the house. He couldn't help but want to set fire to the whole farm and razed it to the ground with a single fire, so that no one could own it, and it was better than knowing that he would never set foot here again. But the problem is that burning Bella's house is tantamount to hurting her in disguise. Since he couldn't turn this place into a big handful of ashes, he changed his mind and wanted to take something away.He thought about what to hold in his hand so as not to hinder the disintegration teleportation, and his fingers involuntarily touched the fragile necklace that was tightly attached to his throat. The necklace, studded with thin diamonds, originally belonged to Bella.He had found it on the pale floor under the kitchen table, among debris and gravel, the night she had been kidnapped.He wiped her blood off the necklace, repaired the broken link, and kept it around his neck. Diamonds are forever, aren't they?They will last forever, just like his memories of her. Before leaving, Sardiste took one last look at the fish tank.The small mouths under the water kept opening and closing, and they almost ate up all the fish food floating on the water. John didn't know how long he had been in Wells' arms, and it took him a while to recover.Seeing that he finally recovered, Wells smiled at him and said, "Are you sure you don't need to tell me the nightmare?" John's hands began to move, and Wells, who had just started learning American Sign Language, watched intently.John knew he was moving too fast for her, so he leaned over and grabbed the pad and pen from the bedside table. "It's okay, I feel fine now. Thanks for waking me up anyway." "Do you want to continue sleeping?" He nodded.For the past one and a half months, he seemed to be eating except for sleeping, but his hunger and exhaustion seemed endless.In fact, he did have twenty-three years of starvation and insomnia to make up for. He got under the quilt, and Wells sat beside him peacefully.When she was standing, her pregnant belly was not obvious, but when she sat down, the hem of the loose T-shirt would bulge slightly. "Shall I turn on the bathroom light for you?" He shook his head, that just made him feel like a rich kid who got something for nothing.And now, his ego was already trying to master these misfortunes. "Then I'm going back to the study, it's over there at the desk. Okay?" Wells left the room.John suddenly felt a sense of relief.As the restlessness went away, he started to feel ashamed of himself, that real men weren't what he was.A real man should fight those white-haired demons in his dream and win.No matter how frightened he is, a man shouldn't back down, let alone wake up shivering like a five-year-old. But John was not a man, at least not quite.Tormont had said that the transformation wouldn't come until he was about twenty-five, so he couldn't wait for the next two years to pass.Even though I understand why I am only 1.7 meters tall and weigh 50 kilograms, such a life is still difficult.He hated standing in front of the mirror every morning and seeing his scrawny body, hated wearing only kid-size clothes when he was actually of legal age to drive, vote and drink.Never had an erection, not even waking up from a dream.Also, he's never even kissed a woman.and so on. No, he just wasn't used to being among these masculine men, especially after the horrible reality that had happened to him a year ago.God, the anniversary of that sexual assault is coming up, isn't it?He shivered, trying not to think about the filthy stairwell, the man with the knife to his throat, and the horrible scene where his innocence had been profaned, gone forever. He forced his thoughts away from the stinging chaos, trying to tell himself not to despair.It won't be long before he becomes a real man. Thinking of the future made his heart itch.He threw off the quilt, walked to the closet, and opened the left and right sliding doors.He is still not used to the clothes displayed inside.He has never owned so many trousers and cashmere sweaters in his life, but now they are inside, brand new...all zippers are perfect, no buttons missing, no frayed edges , the seams are not unstitched, and he even owns a pair of Nike air-cushioned sneakers. He pulled out a cashmere sweater and slipped his thin legs into a pair of khaki trousers.He washed his face and combed his hair in the bathroom.Next, he makes his way to the kitchen, passing through clean, simple rooms filled with Italian Renaissance furniture, fabrics and art.He stopped walking when he heard Wells' voice coming from the study. "...a nightmare, I mean, Thor, he was terrified... No, when I asked him, he wouldn't talk about it, so I didn't pursue it. I think it's time for him to see Harper Reese. Yeah... aha. He should go see Reese first. Okay, I love you, mine. What? God, Thor, I feel the same way. I don't know what I'm going to do without him lived. He was a gift from God." John leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes excitedly.Funny how he felt the same way about the Tormonts.

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