Chapter 21 Chapter 21

Ferry looked unhappily at the pool table as Butch calculated the angle of his next shot.The human seemed to be distracted, but he still scored three goals in one shot.But Ferry is sure that Butch's mind is not on this game. "God, Butch, four wins in a row. Remind me, why did I ask you to play?" "Because hope is always hanging in front of your eyes, bouncing around." Butch poured out the remaining bit of whiskey, "Do you want to open another dish?" "Why not? My luck couldn't be worse anyway." "You go to set up the table, and I'll get the wine again."

As Ferry retrieved the ball from the pocket, he finally realized the problem: Every time he turned around, Butch would stare at him. "What's going on in your head, 'Boot'?" The man poured a finger-deep piece of Legan Farlin whiskey into the glass and drank it in one gulp: "Nothing special." "Bullshit, you've been giving me that creepy look since we got back from 'Zero Sum'. You might as well just tell me the truth." Butch's brown eyes followed closely. "My brother, are you really gay?" Ferry sent the eight ball flying, only to hear the ball hit the marble floor with a muffled sound: "What? How could you..."

"I heard you are very close to Ravend." Ferry cursed in a low voice, butch picked up the black ball and rolled it on the green table, "listen to me, if you are, I am neither What an opinion. To be honest, I don't care who you like. I just want to make sure." Oh, this is wonderful, Ferry cursed to himself.Not only did he fall in love with the woman who only wanted to be with his twin brother, but now he was thought to be dating a psychic lunatic. The woman who had popped in and bumped into him and Ravendell was obviously a big mouther, and... God, Butch must have told Vishaws.These two guys are like an old married couple, they never have any secrets from each other.And then, Vershaws would reveal it to Ricky again.Once Ricky knew about the matter, it was basically equivalent to posting the news on the Reuters website.

"Ferry?" "No, I'm not." "I don't think you need to hide it." "I won't. I'm not gay at all." "So, you're bisexual?" "Butch, stop talking nonsense. If there is any brother who has anything to do with homosexuality, it's your roommate." Seeing Butch's suspicious expression, Ferry lowered his voice, "Think about it, you now You should know Wei very well, but you live with him." "Clearly don't understand... oh, hey, Bella." Ferry turned around.Bella stood at the entrance of the room in black silk pajamas.He could no longer take his eyes off.The charm returned to that lovely face, the scrapes and bruises disappeared, and the radiance of health was restored again.She's beautiful... amazing.

"Hello," she greeted, "Look, Ferry, can you go out with me for a walk? Wait for your end." "Butch, don't you mind if we both go out for a breath?" "No problem. See you later, Bella." Butch left, and Ferry, with unnecessary delicacy, placed the blond wooden cue on its bracket against the wall. "You look good, how are you feeling?" "It's much better, it feels really good." Because she drank blood from Sardiste. "So... what to say?" he asked, avoiding the imagining of her biting his twin brother's vein.

Bella didn't answer, just walked towards the French back door.The back of the pajamas dragged on the marble tiles, as if following her shadow.She walked in front, the ends of her hair lightly wiped the nape of her neck, flicking and flicking along with the twisting of her hips.Hunger hit him hard at this moment.He could only hope that Bella didn't catch that scent. "Oh, Ferry, look at that moon, it's almost full." She pressed her hand on the glass window, "I wish I could..." "You want to go out now? I can get you a coat." She turned around and smiled brightly at him: "I don't have shoes."

"I brought you the shoes too. You wait here." Presently he was carrying a pair of leather boots and a Victorian cloak.Like a familiar pigeon, Fritz quickly dug out things from several closets. "You move so fast." While still speaking, Ferry had already draped the blood-red velvet cloak over her shoulders. Then, Ferry squatted down in front of her: "I'll help you put your shoes on." She lifted one knee and let him put the shoe on.He deliberately ignores how soft her skin and ankles are, and how provocative her breath is, and those fantasies about pulling her pajamas open...

"The other foot now," he said dryly. After putting on the shoes for her, he opened the door, and the two of them walked out together, their footsteps creaking the white snow on the platform.Walking all the way to the end of the lawn, Bella suddenly wrapped her cloak tightly and raised her head.The hot air exhaled from her mouth turned into white hazy smoke in the air, and the cold wind fiddled with the red velvet cape on her body like a caress. "It's not far from dawn," she said. "Coming soon." He guessed what she wanted to say, and then saw her serious expression, and instantly understood her reason for coming.It was about Sadist, no doubt about it.

"I want to ask you something about him," she murmured, "your twin brother." "What do you want to know?" "How did he become a slave?" Oh my god...he didn't want to mention the terrible past. "Ferry, can you tell me? I'll ask him, but..." Ah, damn it.He couldn't find a good excuse for not answering her: "A caregiver took him. She snuck him away from my house when Sadiste was seven months old. We looked for him everywhere. Not to them. By the time we got word, she had been dead for two years, and Sadiste had been sold as a slave by the man who found him."

"It must have been tough for your family." "It's worse than that, there's not even a body to bury." "Also, when... when he was a blood slave..." She took a deep breath, "Do you know what happened to him?" Ferry rubbed the back of his neck. Seeing his hesitation, Bella said, "I'm not talking about the scars and forcing him to give blood. What I want to know is... Is it possible that something else happened to him?" "Bella, look..." "I need to know." "Why?" Although he knew the answer, because she wanted to sleep with Sadiste, and had probably already tried.That was her motivation for asking.

"I just had to know." "You should ask him." "He couldn't have told me. You know he won't." She begged, pressing his forearm. "Please, help me to understand him." Ferry remained silent, trying to convince himself that the refusal was a respect for Sardiste's privacy.And most of it was true, and a small part of it was because he didn't want to help, and didn't want Sadiste to climb into her bed. Bella gripped his arm hard. "He said he was tied up, and he couldn't stand having women ride him, especially when..." She broke off, "What happened to him?" Hell, did Saddist even tell her about his captivity? Ferry cursed softly: "He is not just being treated as a blood sucking object. But that's all I can say." "Oh, God." Her body collapsed, "I just want to confirm from someone else's mouth, I just want to confirm." A gust of cold wind whizzed by, he took a deep breath, still feeling the stagnation in his chest: "Before you catch a cold, you should go into the house first." She nodded, looked at the house and asked, "Aren't you coming?" "I'm going to smoke a cigarette first, you go." He didn't look at Bella's figure walking back to the house, only heard the sound of the door lock closing. He put his hands in his pockets, looked at the snow-white lawn stretching into the distance, closed his eyes, and looked back at the past... Immediately after his transformation, Ferry set about searching for the whereabouts of his twin brother.Traverse the entire Old Realm, checking out every family rich enough to support servants.He had heard rumors more than once that a male vampire with the body of a warrior was kept by a woman from a prominent family who owned Grimella.But he still couldn't follow it in depth. This was normal, in the early eighteenth century, when their race was still closely united, and the old laws and social customs still held a strong deterrent force.If they were found raising warriors as blood slaves, they would face the death penalty in the law.This is why he always carefully conceals his true intentions.If you convene a noble assembly with great fanfare, and then declare that you want to return your younger brother, or if you are found out on the way to find Sadist, it is tantamount to stabbing a dagger into your younger brother's chest—killing Sadist , and then abandoning him in the wilderness, this is his owner's best and only self-preserving counterattack. By the end of the eighteenth century he had all but given up hope.His parents also passed away one after another because of the deadline.The vampire society in the ancient country was fragmented, and the first group of immigrants to America had appeared.After losing his foundation, he wandered in Europe like duckweed, following every rumor and insinuation...until suddenly one day, he found the object he had been looking for. That night he was on English soil, going to a meeting of his clan at a castle in the Strait of Dover.Standing in the dark corner of the banquet hall, he heard two men talking about the mistress of the castle.Their conversation mentioned that she has a blood slave with extraordinary talent, and she likes to show off and even share this blood slave in front of people. From that night on, Ferry began to court that woman. He wasn't worried that his face would betray his identity, even though he and Saddiste were twin brothers.First of all, he was well-dressed and looked like an aristocrat, and no one would suspect that his ultimate intention was to track down a young slave legally purchased from the market.Secondly, he was always careful to maintain his disguise. He continued his short curly beard to make his facial features appear stocky. He also used sunglasses to cover the color of his eyes, and declared to the public that his eyesight was very bad. Her name was Catonia, and she was a wealthy nobleman.She was betrothed to a half-blood vampire merchant who pioneered trade in the human world.Apparently, her narcissism took longer because her Herron would be away for a long time.But it was rumored that she had raised that blood slave before the two got married. Ferry was invited to live in her home.She provided him with a room, but because of his ambiguity in family life, suspicious people mixed around him, watching him all the time.She fell in love with him at first sight, so she showed contempt for certain established etiquette and procedures.But she was still very wary, and as the weeks went by, although she spent a lot of time with Ferry, she never took him to see the slave she was rumored to have owned. Whenever he had the opportunity, Ferry would investigate every part of the building and even the underground, hoping to find traces of his brother in a secret room or dungeon.The problem is, the eyeliner is everywhere in the room, and Catonia keeps him busy.Whenever her Herron left--which of course was often the case--she would come running to Ferry's place.The more he dodged her outstretched hand, the more she wanted him. Time...it's all just a matter of time.Time and her irrepressible desire to show off gave Ferry his chance.One night, at dawn, she invited Ferry to her bedroom for the first time.The secret entrance he had been looking for for a long time was in the front hall of her bedroom, hidden behind the wardrobe.The two walked down the wide and steep stairs together. Ferry still vaguely remembered that when the heavy oak door at the bottom was opened, what came into sight was a naked man with his legs spread apart and chained, lying flat on a bed covered in brocade. Saddist was staring at the ceiling, his long hair hanging down the stone floor.He had been washed and shaved and greased, and seemed ready for her presence.Ferry smelled burning expensive spices.The woman walks up to the slave and touches him lovingly.Those lusty brown eyes seemed to imprint their possessions on his body. Ferry didn't realize that his hand had reached for the dagger, as if sensing his movement, Sardiste slowly turned his head, his ashen black eyes projected across the distance from each other, and there was no recognition in his eyes. The radiance of his identity as a human being is nothing but boiling hatred. Surprise and sadness roiled in Ferry's body, but he restrained himself and looked away.There was another door on the opposite side of the dungeon, but without a handle or handle, and there was a short slot about ten centimeters above the ground.He thought, maybe from there... Catonia's gestures towards his brother became more and more intimate, as if she had some kind of aphrodisiac on her hands.While stroking his penis, she complained bitterly about the size of the behemoth.Ferry couldn't help showing her his fangs, and even raised his dagger. The opposite door was pushed open at this moment, and there was a guard in a sable brocade robe standing outside the door, his face looked exhausted.He hurriedly told Catonia that her Herron had returned unexpectedly and was searching for her whereabouts.Not surprisingly, gossip about her and Ferry had reached the man's ears. Ferry had ducked down, ready to kill the woman and her guards.But the sound of footsteps followed closely, and there were many people, and the sound echoed in the room. Her Heron rushed down the secret spiral staircase and occupied the entire room with his private soldiers.That man didn't seem to know that Catonia still had a blood slave, and he was dumbfounded at the moment.Just as Catonia was about to speak, she was slapped hard by him and hit the stone wall. A scuffle broke out at the same moment, and the private soldiers rushed towards Ferry, while that Herren rushed towards Sadist with a knife. It was a long and bloody process to kill all the guards. By the time Ferry freed his hand, Sardist had disappeared, only a bloodstain extending outside the dungeon. Following the traces of blood, Ferry ran wildly in the corridor underground of the castle.When he rushed out of the castle, it was almost dawn, and he knew that he must find Sadist immediately.When he stopped running and took a breath, he heard rhythmic waving sounds in the air. The sound of the whip. Just a short distance to the right, Sadiste is being whipped, tied to a tree on the edge of a cliff, with his back to the high cliff facing the sea. Ferry blatantly attacked the three guards who were beating his twin brother.The opponent resisted tenaciously, but was no match for his crazy attack.When the massacre was over, he untied Saddiste, only to see more guards in squads of five rushing out of the fortress. The sun was rising, and the light burned his skin.Knowing that time was running out, Ferry swung Saddist over his shoulder, grabbed the guard's pistol and slipped it into his belt.He glanced at the cliffs and the deep sea below, neither of which was the best route to escape, but better than trying to fight his way back to the castle.So he took an approach run, hoping to jump far enough to land straight into the ocean. A throwing knife shot into his thigh, causing him to stagger. At this moment, there is no time to adjust the balance or stop.He dragged Sardist half-rolled out of the cliff, and slid continuously on the protruding rocks, until the shoe got stuck in a crack, causing his falling body to stop suddenly.He hurriedly tried his best to hold Sadist.He clearly felt that Sadist's body was getting cold, if he fell directly into the water without anyone watching him, he would definitely drown and die. It's just that Sadist's skin was dripping with blood, slipped from his grasp, and fell down... Fortunately, at the last moment, he still firmly held his twin brother's wrist.It was another violent impact, which stopped the heavy body from falling, and also caused a tearing pain in the leg.His eyes went black for a while, and just after he recovered, he became dizzy again.He felt Sadist's body sway in mid-air, the dangerous shaking mercilessly hitting his clenched hand. The guards standing on the edge of the cliff looked down one after another, then covered their eyes, counted the rising dawn, and then laughed and retracted their weapons, leaving him and Sardiste waiting for death to come. The figure of the sun appeared on the horizon, and Ferry's strength was quickly drained.He knew he couldn't hold Sardiste for long.The terrible sun was scorching, causing him to bear more pain.Unfortunately, no matter how hard he pulled, the ankle was still firmly trapped in the gap. He reached back for the pistol and drew it from his belt.Taking a deep breath, he pointed the gun at his leg. He fired once, twice under the knee.Severe pain raged through his body like a fireball. He dropped the gun, gritted his teeth, and stepped on the cliff with the other foot and kicked with all his strength.While screaming in pain, his leg split in two. Then the vacuum seemed to swallow the shouting voice into the vortex. The cold water brought him back to consciousness, sealed his wound, and stopped the bleeding.Dizzy, nauseated, and hopeless, he forced himself through the sensory and emotional onslaught of the rush, his other hand still clinging to Sardiste.He held his twin brother in his arms, let his head float above the water, and swam towards the shoreline. Blessed by God, there happened to be an entrance to a cave not far away, where two people could enter and rest.With the last of his remaining strength, he dragged Sadist into the huge hole in the black hole.After dragging himself and Saddist out of the water, he could no longer see, and could only move as far as he could into the depths of the cave.A natural fork saved them, providing the darkness they needed. He and Sadist hid behind a huge rock, in the dark, away from the sun.He held Sadist in his arms, warming each other with the heat of his body, staring helplessly into the darkness, his eyes lost. Thinking of this, Ferry rubbed his eyes.Oh, God.What floated in front of my eyes was the figure of Sadist locked on the bed... Since that rescue, he has experienced the same nightmare countless times. He rushed down the stairs hiding in the ground and broke open the door; Sadist was tied up, Catonia laughed wildly in the corner; While in the dungeon, Sadist turned his head, a pair of dark but lifeless eyes raised up on his unscarred face, and said in a blunt tone: "Leave me here. I want to stay in... …here." Ferry always woke up at this moment, covered in cold sweat. "What are you doing, my brother?" Butch's voice was harsh, but it was just in time.Ferry touched his face, turned around and replied, "Just looking at the scenery." "Then I'll give you a suggestion. Seeing the scenery should be something you do on a tropical beach, not just stand in the cold wind. Listen, do you want to have dinner? Ricky wants to have pancakes, and Mary makes one in the kitchen." Plenty. Fritz couldn't get in, and was jumping up in such a hurry." "Well, good idea." The two walked back into the house together, and Ferry said, "Can I ask you something?" "Of course, what do you want to ask?" Ferry stopped by the pool table, grabbed the eight-ball and fiddled with it. "When you were investigating homicides, did you see a lot of people who suffered? People who lost husbands or wives... or children." Qi nodded, and he continued, "Have you ever thought about finding out what happened to them? I mean, would you consider those annoying things about the stories hidden behind the case?" Butch pressed his brow with his thumb: "I don't know." "Okay. I don't think you'll actually go either…" "But I can tell you that I never pursued it." "You mean, those corpses you investigated never bothered you?" But the human shook his head and denied, "You have forgotten some people, those who lost their brothers and sisters." "what?" "It's not just people who have lost husbands and wives, children... people who have lost brothers and sisters. When I was twelve, my sister died. Two boys tied her to the baseball field behind the school, beat her, Raped her, beat her to death. I never forgot." "God..." Ferry stopped suddenly and found that there were more than two people in the room. Sadist stood in the doorway shirtless, sweat from his brow down to his Nikes, as if he'd just run miles in the gym. Looking at his twin, Ferry felt that familiar sinking feeling that Saddist always had around him, like an area of ​​low pressure. Sadist's voice was stiff: "At night, I want you both to come out with me." "Where are you going?" Butch asked. "Bella wants to go home to her house, I can't take her there without backup. I need a car in case she wants to take something back when she leaves. Plus I need someone to go before we get there Keep an eye on that place. Fortunately, there is an escape route in the basement over there, which can be used in case of emergency. I checked it when I went to help her get her things last night." "I can go," said Butch. So Sadist turned his gaze to the other side of the room: "Are you coming too, Ferry?" After a while, Ferry nodded and said, "Well, I'll go too."