My Vampire Guy

Another night passed and the burns on Samson’s skin stopped bleeding. However, he is still in a lot of pain.

Fortunately, this abandoned house still had an old water pipe left, otherwise, he wouldn’t have known where to get the water to mix the blood and clean the garlic water on himself.

The clothes rubbed against his damaged skin, making him wince and frown every time he moved.

Trying to move for a while to get used to the pain, he quickly left the shelter and went to the street where the apartment complex for the rich was located.

Seeing a lovely figure holding a rather large bag across the street, he quickly followed.

It was early morning, the dew had not yet cleared and everyone in the apartment building was still busy preparing breakfast, so the hallways were deserted.

Samson’s moving speed was faster than the observation of the two security guards, so he easily entered the building without having to show any documents.

After just one day of not seeing her, he missed her so much even though the injuries on his body were caused by her.

Lucasta did not know that someone was following her, so she still very leisurely opened the door, walked in, and put the things she just bought on the floor.

Today, she wanted to eat rice so she went to buy rice and a few miscellaneous spices.

The flower shop hired her to work across the street, so her mornings were quite leisurely, she no longer needed to eat quickly and walk quickly to catch the bus.

Two hours is enough for her to cook rice, make stir-fried mushrooms, and have breakfast.

– Lucasta.

A very familiar but also extremely scary sound suddenly rang out, making Lucasta’s spine chill. She suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to lock the door.

She had forgotten that Samson had a moving speed that was unobservable to the naked eye.

She thought the security here was very good so she was so superficial that she just left the door ajar because she thought she would leave soon.

Her whole body trembled, her legs moved slowly, and she turned her head to look back.

She didn’t know how he knew she was residing here. Calantha won’t reveal anything because she already promised.

– Lucasta, we need to talk, I will explain everything to you.

The poor guy tried to use the gentlest voice possible, but that voice reached Lucasta’s ears like a warning that he would take revenge for what she had done to him.

– I… I have nothing to say to you. Hurry… go away. Can’t vampires only enter a house with an invitation from the owner of the house? How did you get in?

She stepped back while trembling as she spoke. And because her nature was still that of a little girl who had been pampered by Samson to the point that she was only half mature in her personality and thoughts, she blurted out what she was wondering.

It was clearly written like that in the documents she read.

– It’s just a minimum courtesy and sometimes I won’t need to be polite. Samson also replied to temporarily distract her and make her not too afraid of him.

The more his steps moved forward, the more Lucasta retreated. The door behind him was closed tightly, so she knew that even if she screamed, no one would hear because Calantha said the walls and glass here were designed to be very soundproof.

– Lucasta…

– Don’t… don’t come close to me. Lier. You and I don’t have any relation. You definitely kidnapped me. I don’t want… I don’t want to be your food source, and I don’t want to maintain your race…

Lucasta trembled as she said what she had heard Michael warn, causing Samson to pause for a long time.

He never thought he would use her as his long-term food reserve. As for maintaining the species, that’s something he will never let happen.

He, like Harvey, did not want to leave his descendants behind so that they would have to hide, worry every second, and only be able to relax when night falls.

However, he loved her and wanted to live with her as husband and wife. So, when he heard these words, he couldn’t help but feel the pain in his heart.

This feeling is no different from the feeling of being abandoned by a loved one.

– Lucasta, you…

Before he could finish his sentence, Lucasta quickly grabbed the bag of salt, threw a handful in his face, and spread a long line into the room.

If she remembered correctly, she had read somewhere that using this method would stop the vampires’ footsteps because they would bend down and pick up all the salt before they could continue moving forward.

While she was frantically opening the window to find a way to escape, the sound of Samson’s soft footsteps rang out, causing her heart to stop again.

Could it be that everything she knew about this creature was all a lie, he didn’t seem to do what the book said.

– Don’t you pick up the salt?

Lucasta cried like a child when she saw Samson’s face with patchy burns that had not yet completely healed.

Because she threw salt in his face, he had to take off his hood to shake it and momentarily forgot that he needed to cover up his ugly, horrible image.

– Get down, it’s dangerous, I won’t hurt you, get down quickly.

Samson stepped back and raised his hand in a sign of compromise because he saw the girl he loved standing with her legs on the window sill.

Ten years together is not enough for her to feel his sincere love for her. Ten years was not enough for her to realize that he always wanted to protect her and had no intention of harming her.

Three years for Eirlys was too little time to understand him, but could it be that for Lucasta, ten years meant nothing?

Despite his advice, Lucasta still stubbornly clung to the window sill, or rather, she could no longer move.

Her whole body was now almost no longer able to control it according to her will, stiff and losing feeling.

In her eyes right now, the brother she once loved and feared another girl would take away was like a devil in hell.

Just as Samson was worried, a few seconds later, Lucasta stumbled and slipped off the fulcrum.

In the moment Samson rushed forward and grabbed her leg, she only had time to see the traffic flowing below, and then didn’t know anything else.

Tears rolled down Samson’s face. He hugged her tightly for a long time before placing her on the bed.

Maybe he didn’t have a chance to explain to her anymore.

– Lucasta, I won’t bother you anymore. This is the last time I see you. I’m sorry for making you obsessed like this.

His still-injured hand gently touched her blonde hair and then gradually slid down her cheek.

He hadn’t seen her for just over a day, but he saw that she was much thinner, haggard, and no longer radiant like the sunlight that once warmed his heart.

He originally intended to leave and leave her with a good impression of him, but in the end, he scared her.

– That’s good, right? You won’t miss me anymore.

Holding the hand that he had held for the past ten years, he lowered his head, letting his tears wet her white skin.

Perhaps this was also the last time he held her hand, the handholding that ended the longest series of warm and happy days of his life.

Lovely images from the time she was a carefree little girl, not afraid of anything until she became an adult continuously swirled in his head.

Afraid that if he lingered, Lucasta would be scared when she opened her eyes, he quickly found a pen and paper and quickly wrote a letter.

He didn’t want to be the bad guy in her heart, so he clearly stated in the letter that she was the one he saved from two men when they took her into the haunted forest.

He wanted to return her to her world as soon as she woke up, but because she completely lost all her memories, he had no choice but to take care of her and love her a lot.

– Goodbye, Lucasta, the one I love most.

The quick, tear-soaked kiss placed on her forehead was a bit of sweetness that Samson wanted to carry with him as a consolation for his endless life.

In the future, he will be a silent shadow next to the girl he loves, protecting her until the day he finds the person who wants to harm her.

And then, he will let go of her hand, return to that cold, dark place, and continue to live his lonely years.

Because he was worried that bad people would break into the house while she was unconscious, he locked the main door and chose to escape the building through the window.

Fortunately, everyone was rushing to work and school at this time and no one noticed a dark shadow crawling down very quickly through the floors.

Observing for several minutes, seeing no one loitering near the public phone booth, Samson quickly walked over and urgently dialed the phone number to call Harvey, who had just set foot in the office.

Even though the number displayed on the screen was very strange, Harvey’s intuition told him to pick up the phone.

However, he did not speak first but waited to see who the voice on the other end was. When he confirmed that it was his friend, his heart jumped.

– Damn, where did you go? You made me worried to death. I also couldn’t contact Lucasta. Harvey’s voice hissed through his teeth.

– Listen, I can’t say much. Lucasta and I are still safe. You just need to know that.

– Where are you now? Whose blood stains in the house belong to? What happened? Harvey kept asking.

– I will proactively meet with you and explain later. I probably won’t contact you as often in the future. Please tell Aurora so she doesn’t worry.

The phone hung up for a long time, but Harvey still hadn’t put the phone down. Samson did not answer his question.

Who made the two of them run away like that? Is that person the group of hunters who once came to Aurora’s house?

– I’m going crazy.

Harvey shouted and then did as Samson told him, calling Aurora to inform her that her owner was still safe.

Anyway, everything has happened, so Harvey just hopes Samson is smart and lucky enough to ensure the safety of himself and Lucasta.

Receiving a call from the man she loves, Aurora’s heavy thoughts also eased somewhat.

However, she didn’t know what Lucasta would think about Samson and how he would explain to her after the bloody scene in that house.

– Hello, Dr. Henry. Aurora bowed her head slightly when she saw Henry passing by where she was standing.

– Hello research team leader. Well, I have good news for you. The director has asked for a sample of dried blood powder from the criminal science institute for you to research.

– Yes, that’s great. Hope it will help us shorten the time.

The corners of Henry’s lips raised slightly and quickly then lowered. It seems that this girl is really good at acting.

From the evidence collected by the police, he was sure that not only he and William but even Michael were certain that the bottle of dried blood was a product created by the late Doctor Richard’s daughter.

Just because they had a more important purpose, they pretended to listen to her deceitful explanations.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.