In a vampire family, the appearance of a cross as an ornament, I have to say, there is indeed a sense of disobedience. No matter how you look at it, the image represented by the cross is the opposite of the existence of vampires.

It is a large wooden cross, and the deep color of the crucifix contrasts with the color of the wainscoting, as if it were out of place with the family itself.

It seems that this cross has a long history, but it has always been cherished very well.

Seeing Ye Qianhu notice the cross, Alice took Ye Qianhu to the front, "You can just laugh, I know this thing is really ridiculous." ”

Ye Qianhu didn't laugh, but just felt strange, "Why is there a cross here, it looks like it's been around for some years." ”

"If I'm not mistaken," said Alice, "it was made in the thirties of the sixteenth century, and Carlyle hung it here as an inheritance from his father. ”

Ye Qianhu looked away from the cross and put it on Alice's face, "His father, is he a missionary?" ”

Nodding her chin, Alice explains: "Carlisle was born in London in the 16th century, and he thinks it was the forties, and at that time the chronology was not very accurate. ”

"So, Carlisle is over three hundred years old." Even though he knew that the lifespan of a vampire was always surprising, he couldn't help but be amazed, after all, his youth was only a fraction of the other party's.

Alice said, "Not long ago, he just celebrated his three hundred and sixty-second birthday. ”

After a pause, Alice continued with some stories from the past.

"Carlisle was the only child of a pastor of the Church of England, and his mother died in childbirth. At a time when Protestants were in power, Carlisle's father was not a man of low profile, he was fanatically involved in the persecution of Roman Catholicism and other religions, and he was also a believer in evil, spearheading witches, werewolves, and vampires. ”

"It's funny that they kill a lot of innocent people, but the people who are really looking for them are not so easy to catch."

Later, he gave the job to his obedient son, judging witches and other evil beings, and Carlisle did not do well at first, much to the disappointment of his father. But he was more persistent and smarter than his father. ”

"Carlisle really found a group of real vampires who gathered together and hid in the sewers of the city, only coming out at night to feed. In that chaotic time, the ghosts that people spoke of were not just legends, they lived in such a special time. Back then, people used iron forks and torches to deal with monsters, just like in a lot of movies, and of course, you can definitely guess the outcome. ”

Carlisle waited where the monster slipped into the street, and his wait was not in vain, and finally, a monster did appear.

Alice's voice became very soft, and she deliberately suppressed her voice and said, "When Carlisle heard that monster smell people, he greeted the other monsters in Latin. ”

"They chased the monster, and Carlisle was twenty-three years old at the time, and he was very fast, and he rushed to the front of the crowd alone."

"The monster must have been starving, Carlisle thought, and the monster was able to get away from the crowd and fight back. He attacked Carlisle, who was at the front, and then began to fight back against the others. Having killed two people and taking another captive, Carlisle was badly wounded and lying on the ground bleeding. ”

"Carlisle knew what his father would do, and even the corpse would be burned, because if they were injured by a monster, they would be burned, even if it was their own son, and that was probably the only thing they did right at that time."

Carlisle acted on instinct, he wanted to save his life. While the people were busy chasing the monster and the captives, he crawled out of the alley, hid in the cellar, and buried himself in a pile of rotten potatoes. It was a miracle that he was able to keep a word and not let others find out after being buried for three days. ”

"Actually, the really hard part was that I almost thought I was a rotten potato after that, too, and this particular taste stayed with me for a long time." Carlisle's study door opened, and Carlisle picked up Alice's words and smiled at Ye Qianhu, "I hope my story won't make you bored." ”

Shaking his head, Ye Qianhu said sincerely: "No, I admire your will." ”

"I did the same with you, he was amazed by your performance, and for the first time I knew that there was someone who had just tasted the taste of blood and was able to stop himself. If I had tasted human blood in the first stages, I wasn't sure I would have been able to stop. ”

"Mind if I borrow your office, it's a better place to tell your story, it's pretty much the history of our family." Although she was asking, Alice had already squeezed Carlisle away and dragged Ye Qianhu into the office by the way.

"Feel free to do so, I should go to the hospital, deal with Mr. Fox's problem, and leave the hospital for no reason, leaving me in a little trouble." Carlisle said as he helped them close the door.

Alice patted Ye Qianhu's arm, "Don't worry, Carlisle can solve it, he is very good at dealing with similar things." ”

Carlisle's office was high on the ceiling, and three walls were blocked by tall bookshelves, with the exception of the window facing west, with frames of various sizes, ranging from black-and-white to brightly coloured, that seemed to demonstrate the vicissitudes of history.

Alice leads him to a small oil painting on the far left, which contrasts inconspicuously with the surroundings, outlining a miniature image of a city.

"This is London in the fifties of the seventeenth century, and Carlyle's hometown."

Continuing the story that had been interrupted earlier, Alice whispered, "When she realized what she had become, Carlisle thought about destroying herself, and it wasn't easy. ”

"He was just transformed, he was very strong, he jumped off a cliff a few times, he tried to drown himself in the sea, and there were other methods, but they didn't work. It's amazing how much he was able to control his desire to eat. You know, how strong the instinct was when he was first converted, but he hated himself so much that he had enough courage to kill himself on a hunger strike. ”

"But he didn't make it." Ye Qianhu said.

"Otherwise, there would be no Cullen," said Alice, "and he was desperately hungry, and at last he died, so he tried to stay away from the places where there were people, for he knew that instinct was gradually taking control of him, and his will was weakening day by day with hunger." ”

"He wandered alone in the dark for months, hiding in the most remote places, and every day he hated himself all the more. One night, a herd of deer passed by where he was sheltering, and he pounced on him without hesitation, hungry and thirsty. ”

He regained his strength, and realized that he didn't have to be an abominable monster as he had feared. Like, don't humans eat venison? ”

"So his new philosophy of survival was born, he could live without being a devil, and he found himself again."

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