Chapter 9 Chapter nine

Finally walked out of the underground passage, the dazzling light blinded him for a short time.His vision then adjusted to the environment, and he marveled at the scenery in front of him.Oh my goodness, it's beautiful. The vast foyer was filled with such a rainbow of colors that he felt his retinas couldn't tell them apart.Beneath the green and red marble columns is a multicolored mosaic floor, with gold trim everywhere... Look at that roof, San Michelangelo! The dome, which is about the size of a football field, is covered with oil paint paintings of angels on clouds and warriors riding horses.There is a similar drawing on a balcony inlaid with gold on the second floor.Then there is the grand staircase, connecting the first and second floors, and even the handrails are equipped with luxurious decorations.

The division of space is flawless, the colors are rich, the art adds to the atmosphere, and it's not just a few pieces of art like in the house Donald Trump built.Even John, who knows nothing about art, will feel amazed, knowing that what he sees is the real top-notch.Whoever built and furnished this lavish property must have known it inside and out, and had untold amounts of money to spend on any luxury furniture - absolutely aristocratic. "Great, right? My brother Darian built this place in 1914." Tormont put his hands on his back, raised his head and looked around, and cleared his throat briefly, "Yes, his taste is nothing to say , will always be the top choice.”

John studied Tormont's face carefully.I have never heard him speak in such a tone, full of sadness... Tormont smiled, put his arms around John's shoulders, and pushed him forward: "Don't look at me like this. It makes me feel like a sausage that has been stripped of its casing, and it has been seen through." The two walked up to the second floor, and under their feet was a dark red carpet, as soft as a mattress.John walked up the stairs and looked down at the first floor from the balcony.The mosaic forms a spectacular pattern - a fruitful apple tree. "In our ceremony, apples are used." Tormont explained, "At least we need them when we watch the ceremony. There are not many things to be arranged later, but Reese is going to hold the first event in more than a hundred years." The next winter solstice ceremony."

"That's what Wells is up to, isn't she?" John gestured. "Well, she's in charge of a lot of logistics. Our people will be hungry when we come back from the ceremony. Preparations take a lot of time." The dazzling sight made John unable to take his eyes off, and Tormont could only urge: "Child? Reese is still waiting for us." John nodded, followed, crossed the platform, and came to a double door marked with a special emblem.Tormont was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, but the brass handle turned by itself, and the door opened, revealing the decoration inside.However, there was no one on the other side of the door.How did the door open?

John glanced at it. The interior walls of the room were painted cornflower blue, reminding him of a picture in a history book.French, right?And these exquisite carved furniture... Suddenly, John found it difficult to even swallow. "My lord," Tormont said, bowing in salute, before entering the room. John would just stand outside the door in a daze, his insignificance was reflected in the magnificent long French table, behind the table sat a giant with shoulders wider than Tormont, with long black hair parted in the middle straight from his forehead Come down, that face... the sternness and determination on the face clearly warns - don't fucking mess with me.God, those wraparound sunglasses make him look downright grim.

"John?" Tormont called. John followed Tormont, hiding himself.It was cowardly, of course, but he had never felt so small in his life.Damn it, facing the mighty power of this man in front of him, he couldn't even feel his own existence. The Vampire King turned the seat and leaned over the table. "Come here, kid." The voice was low, with a slight accent, and the "r" sounded with a long lingering sound before the end. "Come on." Tormont pushed lightly, but John didn't move. He added, "It's okay." John stumbled across the room and stopped before the desk, stopping suddenly like a rolling stone.

The Vampire King stood up and continued to climb until he looked as tall as the walls of his office.Reese is about two meters tall, maybe taller.The black suit on his body, especially the leather suit, made him look even bigger. "Come behind the desk." John turned around to make sure Tormont was still in the room. "It's all right, kid," said the Vampire King, "I won't hurt you." So John walked around the desk, his heart beating like a mouse.He turned his head and looked up, the Vampire King stretched out his arm, the wrist to the inside of the arm was covered with black tattoos, very similar to the pattern John had seen in his dream, that is, the one he engraved on the bracelet he was wearing kind of text.

"I'm Rhys," the man introduced himself, then paused. "Shake my hand, kid?" Yes.John stretched out his hand quickly, ready for the bones to be crushed.But on the contrary, when his hands touched, he only felt solid warmth. "The name on your bracelet," Reese continued, "is Tyro, would you like us to call it that, or John?" Feeling uneasy, John looked back at Tormont again, because he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't know how to communicate with the vampire king. "Relax, kid." Reese chuckled, "You can decide later."

The vampire king suddenly turned to the side, seeming to notice something outside.A smile suddenly appeared on his resolute lips, his face full of reverence. "." Reese's breathing became a little short. "Sorry, I'm late." The female voice was a little low, very cute, "Mary and I are a little worried about Bella. We want to find a way to help her." "You two can always find a way. Come and meet John." John turned around and saw the woman at the door... White light suddenly occupied his entire vision, erasing everything he saw.It was like being hit by a halogen ray.He was in a daze, blinking his eyes... Then, out of nothing, he saw the woman again.Black hair, eyes that reminded him of what he loved... no, not like a memory... that was his... wait, his?

John's body shook for a while, and he vaguely heard an exclamation from a distance. Inside him, in his chest, deep in that beating heart, he felt a throbbing that seemed to split him in two, he was going to lose her... he was going to lose that black hair girl... he will... He realized he was opening his mouth wide, as if about to say something, but spasms came and raged through his small frame.His legs flew up and he fell to the ground. Sadist also knew that it was time to lift Bella out of the tub, where she had been soaking for almost an hour, her skin wrinkled.However, he glanced at the bath towel that kept floating on the water and needed to be pressed back into place by his hands frequently.

Hell... I had to keep the towel covered when I carried her out, I'm afraid it would be a lot of trouble. Sadist took a deep breath, slipped his arms into the water again, and wrapped his arms around Bella's body from bottom to top, lifting her up.Once again amazed by the lightness of her body.Using the outside of his waist to prop her up against the marble wall, he held her collarbone with his other hand.Grab the towel you just put on the edge of the jacuzzi.Before wrapping her up, though, his eyes fell on the letters on his belly. It was as if that weird thing was entrenched on her lower abdomen, and it looked extremely heavy... No, it was a feeling of continuous falling, even though she was on a flat ground, she felt that she was always falling.This feeling surprised him.It had been a long time since something broke the walls of his anger and numbness.He thinks this feeling is... sad? However, he didn't have time to care about his emotions now, Bella was already covered with goosebumps from the cold, and now was not a good time for him to explore his heart. He wrapped Bella tightly, carried her to the bed, threw off the blanket, let her lie in it, and pulled off the damn towel.While covering her with sheets and blankets, he unconsciously looked at her belly. That weird tilt was back, as if his heart was traveling through his bowels on a gondola, and maybe it was just the injury to his leg. Tucking the blanket for Bella, he then walked to the thermostat and looked at the knob and a bunch of numbers and letters he didn't understand. He had no idea how to adjust it, so he had to move the small needle from the far left Got to center right, though he wasn't sure exactly what he did. There were two syringes and a small glass bottle of morphine on the table, still lying quietly where Havers left.Sadist walked over and grabbed a needle, the potion, and the dosing instructions.Before leaving the room, he stopped suddenly.Bella lay on the bed, petite against the pillows. He pictured her huddled in the underground pipes—cold and pained, terrified.He thought again of what the second man had done to her, holding her tightly while Bella was screaming and struggling, not letting her move. At this moment, Sadist finally understood his emotions. Revenge, the icy impulse of revenge surged up, endless.

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