Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty-One

Butch swirled the last bit of coffee in the bottom of his cup, thinking it was the color of whiskey.He put the cold coffee back, wishing that what he had just drank was some high-end whiskey like Lagavulin. He checked his watch. It was six minutes to seven o'clock.God, he only wished the session was an hour this time.If all goes well, he can put John down at Tormont and Wells' house, sit back on the sofa at home, hold a glass of whiskey, and wait for "CSI" to start. He fought a cold war.No wonder Marisa didn't want to see him, what a weird suitor he was, a drunken alcoholic in a world that didn't belong to him at all.

Yeah, let's find some more scandals. He suddenly remembered Vershaws' warning to stay away from the Brotherhood's estate.The problem was, being alone in a bar, or just wandering the streets, wasn't a good plan, especially when the mood was as moody as the weather. A few minutes later, voices were heard in the hallway.John followed a middle-aged woman coming around the corner.The poor child looked as if he had passed through an electric loop, his hair stood up like weeds, his eyes seemed glued to the floor, and a notepad was clutched to his chest as if it were a body armor.

"I'll see you at our next appointment, John," the woman said softly, "after you've thought it over." John was unmoved.Butch has forgotten all about his tragic past.Whatever happened in the office, it was over, and the kid needed company now.He tried to put his hands on the boy's shoulders, and John leaned toward him obediently.Butch's protective instinct jumped out, screaming to take over.He didn't care if the psychiatrist looked like Aunt Mary, he just wanted to yell at her for making the little guy so upset. "John." She said again, "After you go back, keep in touch with me about the next time..."

"Got it, we'll call you." Butch muttered, aha, that's it. "I told him, don't rush to make a decision, but I think it is necessary for him to come back." Butch glanced at the woman, completely exasperated.But the other party's eyes startled him a lot, those eyes were unusually serious and serious.What exactly happened in this treatment? Butch looked at John's upturned hair and said, "Little guy, let's go." John didn't move, so Butch gave him a gentle push and led the way out of the clinic, his hand still on the child's thin shoulder.At the front of the car, John climbed into the seat, but without a seat belt, he just stared ahead.

Butch closed the doors, locked them one by one, and turned to look at John. "I won't even ask you what happened. All I need to know is where you want to go. If you want to go home, I'll take you to Tormont and Wells' house. If you want to stay in the cellar , we'll go over to the estate. If you just want to go for a drive, I can take you to Canada and drive back. I'll take anything as long as you say a word. If you don't want to decide now, we're in Go around town in circles until you make up your mind." John's small chest heaved and heaved.He opened his notepad and took out his pen.He paused for a while, wrote something down, and then opened the fold to show Butch.

"Seventh Street." Butch frowned. That was the real mess in the city. He was going to ask why he chose that kind of place, but finally kept his mouth shut.Tonight, the kid has obviously been through a lot of problems.Besides, he was fully armed, and this was where John wanted to go.An agreement should be an agreement. "All right, buddy. Next stop is Seventh Avenue." "Take a walk around there first." The child wrote again. "No problem, we'll all be careful." Butch started the engine and was about to back the Escalade out of the driveway when a flash of light flashed in front of him.A car rolled out from the back of the house, a huge, extremely expensive Bentley.He slammed on the brakes to let the opponent pass first, and then...

He forgot how to breathe. Marisa came out of a side door of the house.Her waist-length golden hair fluttered in the wind.She wrapped the black cloak tightly around her body and walked quickly through the parking lot in the backyard.Dodge piles of snow and deftly jump from one asphalt clearing to another. The security lights projected down, reflecting the delicate lines of the face, the noble long pale golden hair, and the flawless fair skin.He recalled the feeling when he kissed her, the kiss that belonged to him, only felt that his chest was hit hard, and his lungs were hit hard one after another.After overcoming the painful ordeal, all he wanted to do was rush out of the car, kneel in the snow-covered mud, and beg for her like a stray dog.

Except, she's heading for a Bentley.But he could only watch the car door open for her, probably the driver leaned forward to open the door for her.The lights shone into the car, butch couldn't see clearly, just enough to see that the driver's seat was a man, or a vampire.Such broad shoulders cannot appear on women. Marisa put away her cloak, got into the car, and closed the door. The lights go out. In the dark, Butch heard the sound of "swish" from his side, and he glanced at John.The child crouched and looked out the other window with fear in his eyes.Only then did Butch realize that he had drawn out his pistol, and let out a terrible roar.

Nearly frantic, he let off the Escalade's brakes and slammed on the gas. "Don't worry, kid, it's not a big deal." They passed directly and observed Bentley with the help of the rearview mirror.The vehicle started, spinning and preparing to leave the parking lot.Butch cursed as he drove down the drive, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles ached. Marisa got into the Bentley, and Ravenji frowned.God, he had forgotten how beautiful she really was.And she smelled so wonderful... the fresh smell of the ocean filled my nostrils. "Why didn't you ask me to wait at the front door?" he said, eyeing her beautiful long hair and flawless skin. "You should have asked me to greet you with more proper manners."

"You know Havers." With a bang, the car door slammed shut, "He only wants the two of us to be together." "This is ridiculous." "Isn't it the same way you treat your sister?" "No comment." He waited for the Escalade to leave the parking lot first, and Marisa put a hand on his dark sleeve: "I know, I said it before. But I am sorry for everything that happened to Bella." .how is she?" How did he know it? "I'd rather not talk to her. I mean no harm, it's just... well, I don't want to go over there."

"Rui Fanji, you don't have to go today, I know, you have experienced a lot. To be honest, I am surprised that you are willing to see me." "Don't be stupid. I'm glad you came to me." He reached out and grabbed her hand.Even the bones under her skin are so delicate, reminding him that he should treat her in the most gentlemanly way.She was not the same group of people he was used to dealing with. He drove the two into the city and felt her nerves tense: "everything will be fine, your phone, I'm really calm." "Actually, I'm disappointed. I just don't know what to do." "We can take our time." "I've only been with Rhys before." "I know, that's why I'm taking you into the car. I think you're going to be too nervous to disassemble the teleport." "yes." When he came to a red light, he smiled and said to her, "I will take good care of you." She looked back at him with pale blue eyes, "You're a good man, Ravenji." He can ignore this completely wrong perception and concentrate on driving. Twenty minutes later, the two stepped into a high-tech elevator and entered the lobby of the loft apartment.His apartment occupies the top half of the thirty-story building, overlooking the Hudson River and all of Caldwell.He never used the place during the day because of the chunks of floor-to-ceiling glass.But at night, the house is perfect. He dimmed the lights, waited for Marisa to come by, and stared intently at the assortment of playthings some decorator had bought for his lair.He doesn't care about the furniture, bonsai, and pretty little things.He only cares that this is a private space away from his family.Bella had never been here, and neither had his mother.In fact, neither of them even knew he owned the loft. As if realizing that she was wasting precious time, Marisa turned to face him.Under the light, her beauty is absolutely stunning.He was thankful that he had injected himself with a dose of dopamine an hour earlier.For a synaesthete, the drug works quite differently; it does the opposite for a human as it does for a vampire.These chemicals increase the activity and transmission of neurons, ensuring that the synaesthetes feel no pleasure, or... nothing at all.After Rui Fanji's sensory ability was withdrawn, his brain could better control other nerves. Considering what they are about to do, this is the only way to ensure that Marisa will be safe and sound when she is with him. Ravenji took off his coat and walked towards her, relying on the support of his cane even more than ever because he couldn't take his eyes off her.Holding his cane against his thigh, he kept his balance and slowly undid the knot in her cloak.She lowered her head and watched his hands push the black plush cloak off her shoulders, her body trembling.He leaned back in a chair beside him and laughed.Her dress was the kind his mother would wear, and the kind he wished his sister would wear more often—a pale blue silk nightgown that matched her figure perfectly, a new Dior dress. Mode. "Come here, Marisa." He took her to a leather sofa and pulled her to sit beside him.With the light from the window, the long golden hair looks like a silk scarf.He twisted a strand and held it between his fingers.He clearly sensed his hunger and thirst, especially strong. "You've been waiting a long time, haven't you?" She nodded, looking at her ivory-white hands clasped together on her lap. "How long?" "Many months." She replied softly. "So, you need a lot, don't you?" She blushed, and he pressed persistently, "Don't you, Marisa?" "Yes." She took a breath, obviously embarrassed by her hunger. Rui Fanji laughed wildly and took off his tie.Originally, he was ready to give her his wrist.But now, seeing her standing in front of him, he hoped that she could lean on his neck even more.It's been a long time since he allowed a female vampire to eat from him.Just the anticipation made him very excited, and this change even surprised him. He unbuttoned the neckline, then the lower ones, until it opened to his chest.With an unexpected impulse, he directly tore the shirt and pulled it all apart. Her eyes widened at the sight of his bare chest and the tattoos on it. "I didn't know you were marked too." She murmured, her voice trembling with her body. He sat loosely on the sofa, spread his arms and crossed one leg: "Come here, Marisa, come and get what you need." She glanced at his wrist, which was still buttoned with a French cuff button. "Not there," he said. "I want you to bite here, on my throat. That's my only request." She was hesitating, and he immediately understood that the rumors about Marisa were true. She had never been touched by any man, and her purity was waiting to be picked by others. He closed his eyes tightly, the darkness in his body was churning and breathing, like a caged and controlled beast.God, this might not be such a good idea. Next, she slowly leaned over, then crawled on top of him.She smells like the ocean.He opened a gap to look at her face, and immediately understood that there was nothing he could do to stop her.He didn't want to miss it either, he had to put some emotions into his body, so he relaxed the requirements on himself and opened the channel to experience emotions.Even under the suppression of drugs, that force is still greedy enough to allow all kinds of impulsive and willful emotions to break through the blockade of the dense fog of dopamine. The tulle nightgown that was attached to his body was so soft that he could feel her body temperature mixed with the heat of his own body.Most of her lithe body rested on his shoulders...and her knees fell between his legs. She opened her mouth, baring her fangs. For a split second, the evil in his body roared wildly, and his mind was in chaos.It seems to be thanking the arrival of a virgin, allowing this damn thing to find a chance to escape.Sensible, he immediately rushed forward, locked his instincts, and calmed down the impulse dominated by sexual desire. She leaned over unsteadily and bit his throat.Trying to support his body, the center of gravity is very unstable. Lie down, his heart said, lie down on me. She was a little worried, but carefully let the lower part of her body sink into his waist.Apparently, she was afraid of bumping into an indecent erection somewhere.She didn't dare to lower her head until she confirmed that she hadn't bumped into anything, and looked between the two of them, as if she was still wondering if she was in the wrong place. "You don't have to worry about those." He said vaguely, putting his hands on her slender arms, "Don't worry about me." The relaxed expression on her face was too obvious, which made him a little displeased, feeling that he was being hurt Offended, "Is it so unbearable for you to lie on me?" "Oh, no. Rui Fanji, no." She lowered her head, looking at the strong muscles in his chest, "You... are very cute. It's just... there is another person. I have another person in my heart." "You still love Rhys." But she shook her head: "No, but I can't think about the person I like. Now... no. " Ravenji raised his chin: "What kind of idiot would refuse to let you eat when you need it?" "Please, don't mention that again." Her eyes suddenly focused on his neck, and her pupils suddenly dilated. "I'm very hungry." He roared, his body trembling because the blood was about to be sucked, "Go on, don't worry about how to keep your tenderness. Suck my blood, the harder the better." Marisa showed her fangs and bit down.Two sharp teeth pierced the chaos brought on by the potion, and sweet pain pierced his body.He groaned.Before he thought he would never be grateful for not lifting, but now he is very happy.If he still had the ability now, he would definitely tear off that nightgown, part her thighs, and penetrate deeply into her wonderful secret while she was eating. Marisa looked up almost at the same moment, licking her lips. "I don't taste the same as Reese," he said, guessing right, because she'd only gotten blood from a male.She certainly didn't know why his blood stained her lips in such a bizarre way.In fact, her inexperience was the only reason he was willing to help.The other women around him were all too aware of these processes. "Go ahead. Take some more and you'll get used to it." She immediately lowered her head, and felt another needle prick. He hugged her weak back with his strong arms, hugged her tightly, and then closed his eyes.It's been a long time since he last hugged someone.Although he couldn't experience more, he already felt wonderful. With Marisa sucking his own veins, he suddenly had an absurd urge to howl. Mr. O released the accelerator of the truck, and the vehicle coasted forward, passing another towering stone wall. Damn, these houses in Thorne Street are huge.Well, the mansions inside are not at all visible from the street.He could only guess at their existence from the hedges and walls.Split-level apartments or igloos are rarely seen here. When the section of the closed fence finally opened up, leaving a lane, he stepped on the brakes.There was a small brass sign on the left side of the road that said 27 Thorne Street.He poked his head out and looked behind the sign, but the driveway and the wall stretched beyond the darkness, and he couldn't make out anything. Unhappily, he turned the car into the driveway and drove on.A few hundred yards from the street stood a black gate. He stopped the car and noticed the camera and built-in intercom on the top of the gate, and there was an atmosphere of "no strangers allowed". Well... now it's interesting.The other addresses are fake, just normal houses in normal neighborhoods with humans sitting in living rooms watching TV.But this one, hidden behind such impregnable defenses, was going to be a big deal, no matter what was in it. Now, he was curious. Breaking through these security barriers will require a coordinated strategy and some fine-tuning.And the last thing he wanted was to get entangled with the police by accidentally breaking into someone's home. However, why did the vampire only report this address in exchange for his own life? Next, Mr. O noticed something odd. There was a black ribbon tied to the gate, no, there were two, one on each side, fluttering in the wind. What do they seem to be mourning? He got scared, got out of the car, stepped on the thin ice "creaking" and walked to the ribbon on the right.The ribbon was tied high at a height of more than two meters from the ground, and he had to straighten his arms to touch it with his fingers. "Are you dead, wife?" he said to himself, looking through the black door into the dark night beyond. He walked back to the truck and backed out of the driveway. He had to find a way to get to the other side of the wall.First, he had to find a place to put the Ford F-150. Five minutes later, he started cursing.Hell, there's nowhere on Thorne Street to park your car without arousing suspicion.The whole street is nothing but a towering fence, and there is hardly a shoulder to be seen.These bastards are rich. Mr. O stepped on the gas pedal and looked to the left.By the way, maybe he could park the truck at the foot of the mountain and climb over the main peak.This slope is about a kilometer long, and if you run fast enough, you can pass this distance.Although it is necessary to pass through street lights, it is quite inconvenient to move.Of course, the rich people who live in this neighborhood are unlikely to see what's going on here from their ivory towers. His cell phone rang, and he answered it with a bad tone: "what's the matter?" Mr. U's voice came, making his teeth itch with hatred: "We are in trouble, the two secondary people were arrested by the police." Mr. O closed his eyes helplessly: "What did they do?" "They were hunting a civilian vampire, and an unmarked patrol car just passed by. Two cops stopped the two killers, and then a lot of cops showed up. They were in custody, and I just got one of them phone." "Then bail them out." Mr. O said impatiently, "Why are you still calling me?" Mr. U paused for a moment, as if expecting Mr. O to say this, he replied emphatically: "Because you must know about it. Listen to me, the two of them carried a lot of prohibited weapons, and neither of them had permission. Bought from the black market. The serial number is worn off in the barrel. Surely there will be no bail for them this morning, no civil servant would be that kind. You have to come out and get them out." Mr. O looked around, then turned on a road the size of a football field.Well, there is absolutely no parking around here.He had to park on the Behrmann Road at the end of Thorne Street and leave the car in the little village. "Mr. O?" "I have other things to do." Mr. U was at a loss for words, as if he was swallowing a lot of complaints: "I don't mean to offend, but I can't think of anything more important than this. If those killers were fighting in an ordinary cell What to do? You want to see black blood bleed out and have some EMTs document that they're not human? You need to contact Omega and ask him to call these two scumbags home." "You do it." The car had rushed down the hill, but Mr. O was still accelerating. "what?" "You apply, then contact Omega." He came to the bottom of Thorne Street, turned around, and pulled over to the left.There are various shops selling paid sweethearts and prostitutes on the street, and he stops in front of a shop called "Kitten Loft". "Mr. O... such a request can only be made by the chief secondary person, you know the rules." Mr. O was about to shut off the engine and stopped moving. Great, made it sound like that's what he wanted.To share more wonderful moments with that jerk owner?Fuck it, he might never see his woman's face again.Now is not the time to care about the mess of the Second Life Society. "Mr. O?" He banged his head on the steering wheel several times. On the other hand, if the guys at the police station were to reveal their identities, Omega would come looking for him, too.At that time, how can he deal with himself? "Okay ok, I'll go get him now." He cursed and started the truck.Before reversing, he took another look up Thorne Street. "Also, Mr. O. I thought about the status of the members. You need to meet with those killers. Things are getting out of our control." "You can take care of the signing by yourself." "They want to see you, they're questioning your leadership." "Mr. U, do you know what they say about postmen?" "What did you say?" "Bringing too much bad news will only get you killed." He hung up the phone, closed the phone cover, and stepped on the gas pedal.