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Serena's right foot straddling the doorframe seemed to be caught in some kind of vortex, countless void threads holding up the slender sole of the foot, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't put her foot on the ground.

Seeing this situation, John breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but be a little happy.

The next second, he was worried again.

Serena blocked the doorway, fangs and claws like a hungry cat guarding outside the birdcage, and she was the little sparrow in the cage that was shrunk into a ball, completely in a passive state, and did not even have the ability to fight back.

As the saying goes, if you say too much, you will lose, and if you keep it for a long time, it will be broken, in case one of her nerves is deranged, and she will be completely finished with a fire.

What to do?

John wanted to open his mouth and shout for help, but thinking of the identity of the other party, he immediately ruled out this idea, he is not a good person, and he is not the kind of bastard who doesn't care about the life or death of others for his own life.

What's more, nothing can happen to Debbie, the white woman holds an extremely important place in the heart of old "John", just like his mother, if she unfortunately dies at the hands of a vampire because of her cry, John reckons that he will go crazy.

Damn, how could you be so unlucky to encounter this kind of thing as soon as you cross.

John pondered and meditated, and on the other side, Serena gradually calmed down, withdrew her right foot that stepped over the door frame, and stood motionless in front of the door, like a cold sculpture, exuding an air of dead silence.

Time passed slowly in a quiet atmosphere, the candlelight gradually dimmed, and finally only a hot candle tear remained, the candle burned out, the room suddenly darkened, the dark surroundings gave people a terrifying sense of depression, John shuddered, and quickly took out a new candle from the cupboard and lit it.

The light reappeared, but instead of dispelling the cold of the autumn night, it only intensified the atmosphere of stalemate.

"The bloodthirsty dead, the marked living."

It was expressed in those dark brown eyes, and when the mark had been made, she would chase it like a rattlesnake on the prairie until it tore open the skin of its prey and swallowed the flesh of the other.

Ay! This beam is completely finished,

John lamented, he didn't want to provoke a vampire who could take his life at any time just after he crossed over, but it had come to this point, and it was useless to regret it, so in order to make his life better in the future, he had to cheer up and forced a smile,

"Beauty, you see that the night is late, if you don't want to go back, why don't we have some entertainment? By the way, do you like to read, I have books from many countries here, English, German, French and Italian, which ......one do you like?"

"I like blood, I don't like books."

The corners of John's mouth twitched without leaving a trace, his hands were put together, and he smiled,

"It's okay if you don't like books, let's just change it, I have a harmonica, violin, piano here, ......"

"I'm not interested in music!"

Serena interrupted John again, her face still sinking like water, but there was a slight fluctuation in the depths of her eyes.

Obviously, she didn't want to be so indifferent to what she looked like, Serena, who came from a family of craftsmen, had been very envious of the life of a noble lady, and she had longed to be the center of attention, standing in a lavishly decorated palace to recite and play the harp, and listen to endless words of praise in her ears, but what happened later completely erased the girl's illusions.

Now, she's just a trained "deathwalker".

John couldn't help but be a little embarrassed when he was interrupted bluntly both times, but fortunately, he was engaged in sales in his previous life, and it was common to receive white eyes, and this attitude was really nothing.

John's head turned quickly, looking for a way to break through, and when his eyes inadvertently swept to the drawing board by the window, his heart moved, and he suddenly said,

"Why don't I paint you a portrait!"

Abruptly, Serena did not refuse, but chose to remain silent.

Another meaning of silence is acquiescence and non-opposition.

John was overjoyed, and hurriedly brought the drawing board and various paints over, took out a candle from the cupboard and lit it, and carefully placed it a little away from the door.

The candlelight illuminated Serena's cold face, and although the subtleties were still a little dim, it generally met the basic light requirements of a portrait.

John picked up the paintbrush, took a deep breath, his face became serious, he was no stranger to the brush, and his painting level had reached the master level, but these were all handed down by the old "John", and it was the first time in two lifetimes to paint people, and nervousness was inevitable.

A few faint black lines dotted the pale paper, and a simple outline appeared, which became clearer and more flavorful as the brush deepened.

Short shoulder-length hair with dark and capable eyes, mysterious and ghostly eyes, and a clean and cool appearance......

He paints the lady in front of him, but the person in the painting is from what he thinks.

A few strokes, a few inks, a beautiful silhouette jumped out, and at some point, Serena had already put away her battle form, her eyes wandering, and she looked blankly at the face that was gradually becoming clearer.

Is this me? It's beautiful!

It was the middle of the 19th century, the Second Industrial Revolution had not yet begun, the camera was still in its primitive embryonic stage, and the only way people could preserve their appearance was to paint portraits, but the scarcity of painters meant that this service was destined to belong to the upper aristocracy, and the commoners rarely had their own portraits.

Serena was no exception, she was born poor, she was just a craftsman's daughter in coarse linen clothes before she became a vampire, naturally it was impossible to have portraits, and even less so after becoming a vampire, no painter would paint for a vampire in the dark, and no vampire she knew could paint.

But now, the impossible happened, and looking at the increasingly clear side face, Serena was breathing rapidly, her face twitched slightly, and she couldn't remember how long she hadn't been so excited.

"Can you raise your hand?"

"Hands at shoulder level, yes! That's ......"

"Take a turn!"

"Okay, perfect!"

……

John paints and communicates with her over and over again, and he paints a full-body drawing, requiring a clear understanding of the lines of the waist, shoulders, hips, and legs.

I have to say that painting the goddess in my heart is a wonderful enjoyment, especially since the other party also has extremely perfect physical conditions.

Her complexion is fair and compact, delicate and smooth, without the roughness of Western women at all, and a pair of 34D breasts are round and not abrupt, forming a perfect curve with a straight body and a slender waist.

This is simply a human rose that only God can create.

Looking at the snow-white and deep furrow in his chest, John was shamefully hard, swallowed and spit, his heart was pounding, his heart was pounding, he was moved, he had never been so moved, but thinking of the other party's other identity, he could only put away the fantasy in his heart, leaving a helpless sigh,

"It's a pity!"

"It's a pity, what's wrong?"

"No, the painting is very good, and the people are great." John shook his head and laughed at himself, "It's a pity for me, if I could have been born hundreds of years earlier and met you before you became a vampire, I would have launched a desperate pursuit, sent you flowers, and sang for you, until you promised to be the other half of my life journey, I believe that moment will be an unforgettable memory for me." ”

"But now, it's too late to do anything."

John sighed lonely, the helplessness and sadness in his eyes were sad.

Missing out is a kind of helplessness, heartache, and the most moving.

John's passionate confession instantly broke Serena's psychological defenses, she stood in a daze, her ears buzzing, all the previous unhappiness seemed to disappear, and all that was left in her mind was shyness, nervousness, and the person in front of her.

She bowed her head slightly, her fingers pinched the corners of her clothes, as if she had returned to her girlhood, and the flush rising from her cheeks was like the newborn sun in winter, which was shockingly beautiful.

"You...... Hate vampires? If, I mean if, I'll turn you into ......"

"I don't want it!"

"I'm not done yet?"

"I know what you're trying to say." John put down his paintbrush, adjusted the paint evenly, and began to color the oil painting, "I'm not going to be a vampire, and I'm not going to die. ”

"Why? Vampires can make you powerful and even immortal, so you have enough time to create more, greater, and, ......"

"I don't have a partner yet!"

Serena was in a fluctuating mood, but when she said the last sentence, she unexpectedly calmed down.

She's responding to my confession!

However, it's too simple!

John's eyes widened in disbelief, and she agreed to do just a show of it.

Is this still the heroic rose of the night?

No! Maybe it's not that simple.

John frowned slightly, a vampire who has lived for hundreds of years can never be so simple, what does she want to do,

Deception or temptation?

John shook his head, unable to understand the current situation, so he could only respond in silence and put his mind away and devote himself to creation.

For me now, the most important thing is to finish the work.

The brush rustled, leaving colorful lines on the paper.

Coloring, adjusting, touching, lighting......

The steps are methodical.

The colors softened, the corners of the retouching gradually perfected, and as the two finishing touches fell on the eyes, the dark portrait was finally completed.