Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty Eight

Ferry lit a cigarette and looked at the sixteen empty beer cans on the coffee table. Butch and Weishaws arranged them in a row: "What's the matter with this colorful thing? What are you going to do?" what?" Butch held up a long plastic tube and punched holes in the can: "Potato launcher, my brother, very interesting." "What did you say?" "Have you never been to summer camp?" "Basket weaving and wood carving are all for humans. I'm not scolding you, but we have more important things to teach our boys." "Huh. You're worthless if you haven't participated in the midnight panty fight. Come on, you put the potatoes over here and spray the bottom with hairspray..."

"And then you light the fire." Wei Xiaos interjected in the bedroom.He came out in his nightgown and wiped his wet hair with a towel, "It's very loud." "It's noisy..." Butch echoed. Ferry stared at his brother: "V, have you played this before?" "Well, last night, but the barrel blew up." Butch complained in the interface: "The potatoes are too big, damn bakery. We are ahead of the Indians tonight. It's fun, but the arc is difficult to control..." "But, it's just like golf." Weishaws said, throwing a towel over the chair, and put a glove on his right hand, covering the sacred totem from the palm to the back of the hand and knuckles, "I mean, you To take into account the arc in the air..."

Butch nodded hurriedly: "Well, it's just like golf. The wind direction plays a big role..." "Huge proportions." Ferry smoked a cigarette and watched the two pick each other up for the next few minutes.After a while, he felt as if he had the responsibility to remind: "You two spend too much time together, do you understand what I mean?" Wei Xiaosi shook his head and looked at Butch innocently: "It seems that our good brother doesn't like this kind of cross talk, he never liked it." "Shall we go to his room?" "That's true, and that's towards the garden..."

"That way we don't have to think about the car in the back yard. Great." The door of the corridor was suddenly pushed open, and the three of them turned their heads together. Sardiste stood outside the door... Bella's scent was all over him, and there was a strong smell of passion after sex, and perhaps, a faint smell of bondage. Ferry was taken aback and took a deep drag on his cigarette.Oh god...they still slept together. God, the urge to rush back to the house to see if Bella was breathing was almost irresistible, and it was just as hard not to rub my own chest until the excruciating wound was gone.

His twin brother, has everything he desires. "Is the SUV moving?" Sardiste asked Weishaws. Wei Xiaosi turned back to the computer and pressed a few keys: "No." "show me." Sadist walked over, bent down, and Wei Xiaos pointed at the screen: "Here, as long as I get on the main road, I can follow the whole road." "Do you know how to unlock and get inside the Seeker without setting off the alarm?" "It's just a car. If it's still there at night, I'll let you in." "I need a new phone," Sadist said. Wei Xiaosi opened a drawer, took out one, and checked it again: "Okay, I will text everyone your new phone number."

"If that car goes away, you call me." Sadist turned his back to the crowd and left by himself.Ferry took another drag on his cigarette and held his breath tightly.The door to the corridor was firmly shut. Without even realizing his actions, Ferry had already extinguished the roll-your-own cigarette and left behind the twin brother. In the corridor, Sadist also stopped when he heard another series of footsteps.He turned around, and the candlelight behind his head shone down from the top of his head, illuminating the depression under his cheekbones, and softening the wound on his jaw and the scar on his face.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his deep voice echoing in the corridor.Immediately afterwards, he frowned, "Let me guess, it's about Bella." Ferry also stopped: "Maybe." "It must be." Sadist's eyes moved down and stayed on the floor of the corridor, "You can smell her from me, can't you?" There was a long silence between the two, Ferry desperately wishing he had a cigarette in his mouth. "I just want to know... is she okay, after... having sex with you?" Sadist folded her arms across her chest: "Well, you don't have to worry. She won't want to do it again."

Oh my God. "why?" "I'll let her..." Saddiste's cracked lips flattened, "Forget it." "What? What did you do?" "I forced her to hurt me." Seeing Ferry withdraw his anger, Sardist smiled and said in a low but sad voice, "You don't have to be so careful, she won't come near me again." "How... what happened?" "Aha, that's right, let me do the math, it's between you and me." Suddenly, Sardist stared at Ferry's face without warning. The force in his eyes was not shocking, because he rarely looked directly into other people's eyes: "Speak out, My brother. I know how you feel about her and my... er, I hope, when everything calms down, maybe you can... be with her, or otherwise."

Is he crazy?Was Saddist fucking crazy, Ferry thought in amazement? "How is that possible, Asa, you have already combined with her." Sadist stroked his short skull-shaped hair: "Not all of them." "fart." "It doesn't matter, do what you want. It won't be long before she gets over this traumatic experience, and then we're going to need to give her a real man." Ferry just shook his head. He knew very well that if a male vampire had a bond, he would never give up the woman he loved, unless he died. "Asa, you're crazy. How can you say let me be with her? It's going to kill you."

Sadist's face changed, and his face was full of shock.The grief, Ferry thought, was so deep that it couldn't be saved. Then, Saddist came forward, and Ferry actually put on a defensive posture... God, he really didn't know what happened to him. Sadist raised his hand, and there was no anger or tyranny in his gesture.Ferry felt his brother's palm lightly fall on his face.He couldn't remember the last time Sardiste had touched him tenderly, or had Sardiste ever touched him? Saddist's voice was low and calm, running his thumb back and forth across Ferry's unscarred cheek.

"You are the person I could have been, the future I lost. You are the glory, the strength, the tenderness she needs. You will take care of her. I want you to take care of her." Sardis Te put down his hands, "You come to be her Helen, this is a good match for her. She can also hold her head up and be a human being. She can also be proud when people see you standing next to her, socially It will be all right. Besides, Grimella won't be able to lay hands on her." The temptation swirls in his heart, he can't stop increasing it, and then it becomes the instinct in Ferry's heart.But what about his younger brother? "Oh God... Asa, how can you put up with the thought of me being with her?" The tenderness and consideration disappeared in an instant: "Whether it's you or someone else, the pain is always the same. Besides, don't you think I'm not familiar enough with pain?" Sardiste's lips curled up with a hint of evil. Evil sneered, "For me, that's my sweet home, my brother." Ferry thought of Bella, of her refusal to feed through his veins: "But, don't you think she has the right to decide all of this, too?" "She'll figure it out, she's not stupid, and it won't be long before she'll figure it out." Saddiste turned and went on, then stopped suddenly, but didn't look back, he said, "There's another reason , I hope you get her." "Then what is the reason?" "You should be happier." Ferry's breath caught, and Sardiste seemed to be talking to himself, "You've only lived half your life, you've always been like this. She can take care of you, that's good. I also I hope you can live like that." Before Ferry could speak, Sardiste interrupted again: "You remember that time, in the cave...you rescued me. You know, that day, we sat together and waited for the sun to go down .” "Yes." He agreed in a low voice, looking at the back of his twin brother. "That place smells like hell, doesn't it? Do you remember those fish?" "I remember everything." "You know, I can still think of you leaning on the rock wall, your hair is a mess, your clothes are soaked, and there is a lot of blood. You look terrible." Sardist suddenly laughed A few times, "I look worse, I'm sure. Anyway...you said you'd let me relax if you were able to." "I did." There was another long silence, and then, a cold current gushed out from Sardiste's body.He turned his head, his black eyes were as cold as glaciers, and his face was gloomy, as if occupied by the shadows of hell. "I've never felt better, but I'm sure there's still hope for you. So, you take this woman you're worried about. Take her away and try to reason with her. If you can, I'll Throw her out of my room a long time ago, but she won't go." After speaking, Sadist strode away, his boots hitting the floor with a "bang bang". A few hours later, Bella wandered aimlessly through the mansion.Tonight, she had a little get-together with Beth and Mary, and the friendship between the three had multiplied with time.All was quiet now, though, because the fraternity and the rest of the house had gone to bed.It was just her and Boo wandering the corridors, waiting for the time to pass.The kitten lay obediently beside her, as if knowing that she needed someone to accompany her. God, she was so tired, she could hardly stand up, and she was in pain.But the problem is that her body is endlessly excited, and the organs in her body refuse to take time off to rest. A heat flow passed through her body, as if someone was blowing every inch of her skin with a hair dryer.She thought she must be ill, although the cause of her illness was never known.She had certainly not caught any virus from them, despite being held there for six full weeks, and neither the fraternity fighters nor their Xie Lan had gotten sick.Maybe it's just emotion? Of course it's because of emotions, otherwise what do you think? She came to a corner, stopped again, and found herself walking involuntarily back to the corridor where the statue stood.She wondered if Saddiste was in the room right now. She was disappointed when she opened the door and found that he was not in the bedroom. This man is like an addiction, she thought.It's not a good thing for her, but she can't quit. "It's time for bed, Boo." The cat called her back, as if to announce the completion of escort duties, and ran off down the corridor with small steps.The light footsteps fell soundlessly like snowflakes, and the movements were extremely elegant. Bella closed the door and was immediately interrupted by another wave of heat.She took off her sweater, went to the window, and opened a window.Of course, the shutters were still closed, and it was two o'clock in the afternoon, and she desperately needed to cool off.She went under the shower and stood in the cold water for an unknown amount of time.But after she came out, the feeling got worse, her skin hurt like being pricked by needles, and her head was dizzy. She wrapped up a bath towel, walked to the bed, and tidied up the messy quilt.Before slipping into bed, she glanced at the phone again, wondering if she should call her brother.They need to meet and communicate soon, because the shelter Rhys has given her won't last long.Besides, Ravenji never slept, so he must be awake now. It's just another wave of heat rolling in her body, she understands that she can't communicate with her brother now.She could wait until nightfall, when she had some rest, then call Ravenji and ask him to meet in some public place.She'd talk him out of those damn demands. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, she just felt a strange swelling between her legs. That's for making love to Sadiste, she thought.It had been a long time since the last time she took a man inside her.Also, the only lover she ever had was not of this size, nor as violent as Saddiste. The image of Sadist haunted her mind.He always has a straight face, his body is strong and strong, and he brings countless tremblings to her.A feeling of fullness suddenly came from the flower path, just as his clone pierced into her body again, a mixture of sweetness and soreness rushed into her veins. She frowned, took off the towel, and looked down at her body.The breasts seem to have swollen a lot more than usual, and even the pink of the areola is darker.Is it the trace left by Sadiste's kiss?Obviously yes. Cursing under her breath, she lay on the bed and pulled a sheet over it.As more and more heat steamed through her body, she lay on her side with her legs spread apart, trying to calm herself down.But the pain seemed to be getting sharper and sharper. As the afternoon sun faded and snowflakes fell, Mr. O drove his truck south on Route 22.After arriving at the destination, he stopped the car and looked at Mr. U. "The explorer is a hundred meters from here, get it out of the goddamn woods. Then get ready to buy the equipment we need, and note down the delivery time. I hope someone tracks those Apples, and I'd like to see the arsenic all ready." "Okay." Mr. U unbuckled his seat belt, "But, listen to me, you must take good care of this club. That's the rule of the chief secondary person..." "whatever." Mr. O looked out of the windshield, watching the wipers splitting the snow.He has asked Mr. U to have full authority to follow up on the Winter Solstice, so that he can focus all his energy on solving the most important problems.Now, how can he find his "wife"? "But every time the chief secondary person takes over, he will organize a roll call." God, Mr. U's nonsense is starting to irritate him, what a dogmatic mind this guy is. "Mr. O, you have to..." "Shut the fuck up. Man, I'm not interested in having a party." "Okay." Mr. U changed the subject, but his dissent was obvious, "So, where do you want to send the team?" "What do you think? In the city." "If they find civilians and start a war with the Brotherhood, do you ask the squad to take prisoners, or take none? Also, are we going to build another torture center?" "I don't care about that." "But we have to..." Mr. U's voice was like a buzzing mosquito. How was he going to find her?Where could she be... "Mr. O!" Mr. O scanned the interior of the truck, ready to explode: "What." Mr. U's mouth was like a fish's lips, he opened his tongue and closed it again: "It's all right." "That's right, don't bother me. Now get out of my truck and go about what you should do, don't bother me." The moment Mr. U's boot hit the ground, Mr. O stepped on the accelerator.He didn't drive far, though, but turned into the farm drive and checked out his "wife's" place. There were no car marks on the freshly fallen snow, no lights in the room, and no one in it. Those sub-squad bums be damned. Mr. O turned around and drove towards the city.His eyes were very dry from lack of sleep, but he wasn't going to waste the night resting and recovering. God...he's going to go crazy if he doesn't kill something tonight for relief.