Early on Thursday morning, a new day begins. Louise opened her eyes, felt the emptiness behind her, lowered her hair and slowly got up. Louise was almost getting used to it, and often didn't see anyone at her bedside in the morning. Even sometimes in the middle of the night, she woke up in a daze, and Zach was no longer around.

Vampires are nocturnal creatures. Louise already knew pretty much this, and Zach had a special pedigree that allowed him to move in the sun. But outside in the sun, Zach always has a cigarette in his pocket, a cup of coffee, or a little food from the bottle in his arms.

Strangely, the vampire does not have the bitter smell of tobacco and coffee, nor the gore, but only a faint, calming coolness. It has nothing to do with the temperature, only whether he is hungry or not. The coldness of the initial acquaintance with the vampire is no longer there.

Louise counted the time, it was close to the time of the vampire's diet, and the temperature that had once made her wary was about to reappear.

Louise started grooming in a flashback two months ago.

In fact, there is nothing to do, Louise has abandoned her former profession, and she no longer has to please other people's eyes. Louise just combed her hair and put eyeliner on some of her dull eyes, hiding some dark circles under foundation, and smudging her somewhat pale lips with a warm red.

She didn't sleep well last night and had been waiting for Zach to arrive. It wasn't until she couldn't support herself in the dark that she fell asleep in a trance.

Louise looked at herself in the mirror and remembered it. Because Zach had told her, 'When you become a vampire, there will be no more images of you in the mirror.'" ’

Louise took a deep breath and took one last look at herself. Pushing open the door, along the hallway, old Hank and Alice's rooms were already open, and they had already gotten up Louise to start the day's routine. Louise's white fingers slid over the railing of the staircase, down the stairs, and turned, already facing the door of the back porch of the stairwell to the Grande House.

Louise moved on.

"Slow down!" was Zach's voice, leading through the door into the cold, small stairwell.

"Breathe!" Zach's voice sounded.

"Breathe?" was an unfamiliar young voice, followed by a ridiculous inhale.

"Ugh. I mean, it's like breathing. Zach's helpless voice had a hint of amusement in it, and the tone unconsciously emphasized, "Feel the flow of blood in your veins! Just like a person feels breathing! Heartbeat! Heartbeat is our breath!"

"Why are you urging me!" the young voice said, "Don't be so me!"

"Thirteen years!" Zach's voice said, "Thirteen years! You can't even move in the sun! You must have broken the family record!"

"--family record!" the young voice said, "We're the only two 'Toredo' in the world, and I'm the record!"

"Hahaha!" Zach seemed amused, "You're right. ”。

Louise had just lifted her fingers to the doorknob and stopped, a slight stream of air spitting out between Louise's warm and delicate lips, she withdrew her fingers and turned to walk towards the kitchen. Alice must have needed help preparing breakfast.

Zach stood in the sunlight paving in from the east, and the early morning sun was not enough to do anything to Zach. He looked at Ian, a young vampire with a bald head under the eaves of the porch, and took a difficult step into the sun.

Strike.

Ian's eyes lost their brightness and closed directly, and the whole person fell to the ground like a monkey with shaved bones. Zach sighed, lifted Ian up with his face to the ground, and threw him back into the shadows on the porch, Ian's eyes opened, and he looked at Zack in confusion, "Did I succeed?"

"Nope. Zach replied unabashedly.

Ian, look at his body, there is no lack of skin or parts, "At least I didn't burn up!

Zach shook his head helplessly, and nodded again, Ian is already very good, he has only been teaching this offspring for thirty-two days, plus last night.

"Rest. Zach patted Ian on the shoulder, "We all had a hard time yesterday. ”

Ian's expression suddenly became vigilant, as Benjamin, who was shirtless, scratched his back in confusion and walked towards the two vampires, he put one hand on Zack's shoulder and rubbed his nose, "You two stink." ”

"You're ......"

Zack waved his hand, stopping the impulsive young man, and said to the werewolf with a smile, "I'm in a good mood, so I drank a few more glasses." ”

"Whatever you want. The werewolf pouted indifferently: "I called 'Sam' yesterday, are you going or am I going?"

Zach winked at Ian and turned to Benjamin again, "Go ahead." ”

Benjamin nodded, glanced at Ian, the kind of 'aiming' that turned his eyes to the side without the slightest expression, and then retracted it. Benjamin turned to leave, Alpha's disdain seemed to anger the young vampire again, Ian's pupils turned blood-red in an instant, but all he could do was to stand on the porch and grit his teeth, werewolves are creatures in the sun, vampires are not.

Zach held down the excited Ian and said a little sternly: "Ian, Benjamin is a friend and a partner!"

"Why do we want to be partners with four-legged creatures!" Ian has been a vampire for less than a year, minus the time he has been asleep, and I really don't know where his strong sense of racial superiority comes from!

Zach frowned, he couldn't recall anything exaggerating the threat of werewolves to vampires in his thirty-two days of 'teaching'. After all, the most important 'quality' of a vampire is immortality, not being bitten to death by a werewolf. The one who really has a sense of racial superiority is Zach......

Zach just forgot his vigilance when he first met Benjamin on the battlefield, and thirteen years can change a person's perception.

Zach shook his head helplessly, "You will find that Benjamin is a partner we can trust. "In the weakest moments, the vampire who has faced Benjamin's wolf body and is still miraculously alive is qualified to say this.

Ian frowned, the red in his eyes dissipating, but his face still lacked incomprehension. If one thing is made to hunt another, then for the latter, the instinctive resistance is not so easy to eliminate. Especially the latter is still so young, and he has just been abused by the former.

Zach doesn't think about it anymore, in fact, he's not worried about what Ian will do to Benjamin. Benjamin is Alpha, and Zach has some difficulty trying to move him, let alone Ian. As for the other way around, Benjamin's self-control, Zach trusts.

"Do you want to see Anthony? I can call him. Zach changed the subject.

Ian's vigilance immediately dissipated, replaced by melancholy, "He, have you forgiven me?"

Zach didn't answer, and it wasn't a question he could give an answer to.

After a long silence, Ian seemed to have made a decision, "Call him! I want to see him!"

Zach nodded, this answer didn't really need to be asked. Ian would come to Barton thirteen years ago, but his brother dreamed every day that he would have to live in the burgeoning city called 'Barton' after the war. I heard that it was a city founded by a group of righteous men, and that there was a philanthropist named 'Quin' who built families for children who lost their parents in the war.

While the war was still going on, it was the only belief that the soldiers were shedding their blood, believing that this qiē was meaningful.