novelraw Chapter 114 Eternal Night 3
Chapter 114 Eternal Night 3
What does it feel like to die and come back to life again?
First the unbearable pain.The severe pain of being reborn, every inch of the original white and clean bones began to become harder and grayer, as if after a hundred years of old, it became more difficult to destroy after decay.All human blood was forcefully expelled inch by inch, and the sound of the thick liquid flowing slowly could be heard.The skin burns, the mind and soul are on fire, all evidence of being alive is incinerated into ashes, completely dead, pain, confusion, screaming, struggling, and then slowly fading, blurring, cooling, and then There have been earth-shaking changes--
Everything started to feel amazingly clear and distinct.
She could feel the flickering candlelight on the carved desk.The original softness began to become dazzling at this moment, and she could even clearly see a faint blue light on the top of the candle at a glance.
After the flickering candlelight, she began to be able to distinguish every tiny cracked vein on the blood-red paint wall.
She saw dust in the air.Illuminated by light and covered by darkness, they rotate rapidly like asteroids, revealing their fine details, dancing around each other in the air.
Then she heard something.
Very slight, full of some kind of wonderful and sweet, very seductive breath.
It smelled like nothing she'd ever smelled before, a mix of honey and cloves and sunshine.Brings to mind some finer and delicious things: cinnamon, hyacinth, pear, sea water, puffy bread, pine, vanilla, apple, moss, lavender, chocolate...
Sera opened his eyes, then slowly stretched out his hand, looking at the part that was so familiar at the moment before but became familiar and strange at the moment.
Slender, pale, like some kind of work of art carved from flawless bones, full of still subtlety.But she distinctly remembered that her hands were not like this—fingers and backs, palms all had tiny old scars, regrettable blemishes in artwork.It's definitely not the perfect to almost distorted appearance in front of you.
She looked at her hand, not letting go of any corner, and felt unparalleled surprise at such a unique and wonderful change.In her experience, there is nothing comparable to this, making all imperfections perfect, and making all beauty the epitome of peerlessness.This corruption clearly belongs to the evil death, but it has an incredible power of restoration that is even more miraculous.
She focused on her fingers, not thinking how shocking her appearance was in the eyes of others.
Until another pale and slender finger grasped hers, she finally diverted her attention slightly.
That strange finger gently and ambiguously intertwined with her five fingers, slowly rubbing against her palm, flirting and flirting with unbearable itch.The owner of the finger bent down, staring intently at the revived face, and couldn't help but let out a deep sigh from the bottom of his heart.
What an incredible beauty, a miracle.Just like a dry flower that has begun to wither is soaked in warm water, the branches, leaves and stamens stretch out inch by inch, floating happily and leisurely in the warmth, that kind of lazy and fresh, so full of blood and fresh tender eyes. Cheeks, the light from the depths of the body was stimulated again, and the long platinum hair began to flow slowly with the moistness of moonlight, which was more secluded than the candlelight in the mortal world.The violet eyes are now burning like will-o'-the-wisps, bright and treacherous, with an inviolable and domineering beauty in full bloom.The innocence that had been crushed into mud died completely, and she stood up again from the place where her bones were buried, and she was resurrected from the dead, just like a new life.
She looked like a perfect statue carved out of exquisite French soap, with the epitome of a peerless enchantress hidden in her bones.
Such a pure change made her see the world differently.
Everything became clearer, more distinct, and more... stale.
Sera slowly raised her eyes. Under the candlelight, her cheeks were rosy and bloody, with a healthy radiance. No one would have guessed that the day before she was a beautiful but unskilled slave at the bottom.
Lester held her fingers and leaned close to her face, letting her smell the faint sweetness of his breath, which was an irresistible temptation for all newborns.He said softly, persuadingly, "Come on, honey... tell me, what have you seen?"
Sera looked around for a week, then looked away, as if all the changes after rebirth made her a little quieter.She answered him almost resignedly, "Everything."
after death.I see it all.
It turns out that death is such a feeling.It turned out that this was all she would remember in her eternal life.
It seems that all existence no longer has secrets in her eyes, and it seems that everything has become more mysterious and unpredictable.
Lester was pleased with her answer, which surprised him more than any answer he had ever received. The word "everything" has a rich meaning, and he has heard his fellow creatures answer "sounds," "insects," and "life."But only her answer, the one closest to his heart.
It seems that her soul is just as dangerous as her beauty and has terrifying lethality.
The weird smile in Lester's eyes deepened, he leaned down slightly, took her hand and kissed her softly, and murmured with his lips against the back of her soft hand like a lover, "Now, tell me... your What does it feel like?"
"Hunger," Sera said calmly, "thirsty, shivering, and..." She glanced at the window, which was firmly covered by the curtain, "heat."
"That's right, my girl." Lester caressed her palm softly and comfortingly, unfolding a handsome and charming smile, his blond hair and eyes sparkling under the candlelight, "It's such a beautiful night, I'm How can you bear to let a beautiful woman like you go hungry?"
"Come on, mylady," he pulled lightly, and Sera straightened up according to his strength, no longer weak and weak before, her whole body seemed to be filled with some kind of inexhaustible strength, refreshed, and it was easy She got off the bed, let Lester put on a man's gorgeous coat embroidered with fine silver stripes for her, took her hand, walked out gently with ghostly steps, and said softly, "Although the best time of the night is gone, trust me... Late nights in town, people like us can always find some delicious food that suits our hearts—"
He pushed open the door, and outside was a quiet night scene of the city with sporadic lights, the whistle of a ship was faintly heard in the distance, and the water surface of the Mississippi River shone with sparkling light, which was as beautiful as a dream.
Lester's arms were deep in his arms, showing her the brand-new world in front of him, his eyes were filled with some familiar passion and enthusiasm, and his high-pitched and excited voice was like an ode——
"Come on! My friend—my witch, my partner!" His tone was extremely exaggerated, "This world, from this moment on, belongs to us!"
Sierra put her hands on the marble railing, looked at the quiet town below, and smiled slightly.
"Yes, Lester," she said, "the world is mine now."
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New Orleans, late at night.In the distance, there is a bazaar and chamber of commerce mixed with various races, with candlelight and hustle and bustle all night long.
This American city is destined to be a complex unity of contradictions.The name says it is new, but its temperament is old; the nickname is "Big Joy", but Sierra has heard that it has experienced vicissitudes in the United States in the past 200 years, and it may have tasted more tears than laughter.
In 1718, the French settled down on the only highland near the mouth of the Mississippi River. The earliest Old Town of New Orleans is the French Quarter by the river today.The composition of the first batch of residents after the opening of the port was quite poor. Oar slaves, hunters, gold diggers, cleaners, and women were all the same.Later, the city experienced the colonial baptism of France, England, Spain, and France. Two fires burned the entire old city, and the French style will never return.Only the romantic, flashy, extravagant and exquisite life attitude of the French has taken root in New Orleans over time, giving birth to the flower of sin, the spirit of evil, quietly watching the vicissitudes of life, and watching the vicissitudes of life.
And now in 1802, it was the second year that Spain's power in North America was gradually dying out and it was forced to return New Orleans to France.New Orleans has been baptized by many countries and ethnic cultures, and foreign religions and beliefs are mixed in many ways, resulting in many gathering and trading places that are not registered in the official paper books.The one Sera and Leicester found at the moment is one of the famous trading areas dominated by Gypsies and Persian merchants.
In order to celebrate the success of the business and to stir up the atmosphere, there will probably be many homeless people who can sing and dance here.At this time, a grand bonfire party was held. A group of people sang and danced around the flaming flames, and laughter resounded through the sky.
Sierra and Lester stood in an unobtrusive corner, watching this direction calmly, like hunters crawling in the grass, choosing the food they wanted.
"Don't pick something that is too eye-catching. If it's too thin, it won't lack nutrition, if it's too fat, it won't taste bad." Lester taught the newborn earnestly in her ear, like a good teacher and friend, "I It is recommended that you choose a young virgin—healthy, innocent, innocent, full of curiosity, and unguarded...the blood shed from such a person is also the sweetest, I guarantee that you will never forget it once you taste it—— Of course, as far as you're concerned, maybe you prefer virgins, but it's not easy to find..."
While talking, Lester suddenly found that Sera's gaze was fixed on one of them and did not move.He looked into her eyes curiously.
oh.It seems to be fine.he thought.Although he is a gypsy, a wandering family who can sing, but the handsome and thin male singer is obviously one of the most popular ones.In just a few seconds, he saw several admiring eyes cast on him by the campfire.And he looks very young, very enthusiastic, full of optimistic yearning for the world.While he wasn't recommending Sera pick a prey that was too eye-catching, if she liked it...he'd get it for her.
"Do you know how we dine, my dear?" Lester leaned against her ear, looked at the male singer who seemed to have noticed the stop here, smiled meaningfully, and said in a hoarse voice Muttering, "There is only one principle that is best followed..."
"Clean and clean. Don't leave too obvious a mark."
"Of course, if it doesn't make him scream, I don't think I'll be more than happy with that."
He had seen many newborns who messed up the scene after eating for the first time, and he was extremely disgusted with it, thinking that it was rude and had no elegance at all.He regards hunting as the incarnation of a supreme artistic act, it is best not to spill a drop of blood, not to make the wounds of the prey bloody, not to let them wake up from the pleasure of pain and let out a scream of fear-it's a pity Only a few people can do this, most of them only care about satisfying the desire of satiety.It's a pity that not everyone has the same awareness as him.
He had never taught a newborn like Serra what to do before.He wanted to see if she had that talent, too.
"Go, dear." Lester stroked the woman's soft and silky long hair, and whispered in a bewitching voice, "Remember: you are a noble lady, even if you kill someone, you still need to be graceful."
Killers, perverts, and cowards would describe it like this—Serra smiled inexplicably, looked ahead, and then walked towards the male singer who was waiting at the spot.
Lester stood where he was and watched her leave.Watch as Sierra grabs everyone's attention as soon as she shows up.And her goal is very clear, obviously she only has the most dazzling one in the party in her eyes.The other party also showed a bright and happy smile the moment he saw her, and she returned a faint smile.Both smiles had the same message: Tonight, they both found a companion/meal to get through the long night.
Sera nodded towards the male singer, then turned around without hesitation, and walked towards the nearby woods.
The handsome man stared at her back obsessively, until the flames suddenly shot up into the sky, which immediately interrupted his reverie.He came back to his senses, hurriedly followed Sera's footsteps, rejected the obstruction of the girls next to him, and stepped into the deep and dark forest almost without thinking.
Lester smiled slyly and gracefully like a cat.
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In the woods at night, the surrounding area is shrouded in haze and shadows. It is too dark to see the way forward, and too quiet to hear the chirping of insects.
The male singer carefully stepped on a section of tree roots out of the ground, looked around, and called the lady he admired in English with an accent.However, in just a few minutes, the other party went deep into the woods, but she could not be seen as if she had disappeared here, and her breathing and footsteps could not be heard.
He is a wandering singer.He has been to many places, tall forests, all kinds of woods.In his cognition, the forest is as boundless as the human heart, but the woods are bounded and closed. In the woods, we deliberately take off roads to enjoy the fun of roaming around. The feeling of temporarily losing direction is like a vacation. After the vacation, you will feel refreshed. Come home clean, with pockets full of nuts, hands full of wildflowers, some bird's feathers on your legs, the woods are full of magic, and the possible threat adds a pleasant thrill to the slight fear with various sounds and images , this is the wilderness of nature, everything is unknown.He has never been afraid to explore things that do not exist in the world. It is human nature to be adventurous and curious, and he is a warrior among the wanderers, a singer who sings of life and beauty.
But never had a wood given him such a different feeling as this one.
Dead silence.Lack of natural flow.There is no life.
Even though it was only [-] meters away from the bonfire in the market, it seemed like a world apart, cutting off all the flames, laughter, and singing.He couldn't hear any sound other than his own breathing.
He had a rare feeling of fear.from fear of death.
But as soon as he thought of the other party's unparalleled beauty, his worries were instantly diluted.He thought he was a lucky one, and spending a night with such a woman was luck that most men could never imagine in their lifetime.What's more, she has a noble temperament and bright clothes. She must be a descendant of aristocrats, maybe just like the brave girl in the lyrics who ran away from home in search of true love?Maybe she will take a fancy to herself, don't women love men with the same nature and handsome face?
The male singer took a deep breath, and was about to call out to the girl he admired again, but suddenly a soft ghostly voice sounded behind him——
"do you like me?"
He froze for a moment, his muscles tensed subconsciously, and then he immediately felt joy.He wanted to maintain such a vague sense of mystery. He had full experience in flirting, so he deliberately didn't look back, but lowered his voice, and answered her with a magnetic voice full of affection and sensibility, "From looking at From the very first sight of you... I expected that you would end my life."
The mysterious visitor let out a low chuckle, meaning unknown, "Really?..."
He felt that the other party was getting closer and closer, and a slight breath diffused around his neck. Because of the excitement, his whole body began to tremble faintly. He took a deep breath and tried his best to keep calm and calm, not wanting to destroy such a beautiful and exciting scene. Unforgettable atmosphere, "You chose me, just as I chose you at the same time. This is something that men and women cannot defy. All we need to do is obey it without any fear."
"I'm not afraid," the female voice said softly, "but you...maybe you won't think so after a while."
The male singer shook his head, very firm, "For you, I am willing to do anything." He knew it clearly the first time he saw her, he put his destiny in the hands of one person, and before He had never felt like this before.
"Anything?" The other party repeated, his voice getting softer, "Including... offering your life?"
He thought it was another test of the oath.Women always like to hear similar words, whether they are true or not.Of course he would not choose to ruin this rare atmosphere, so he replied without hesitation, "Yes. Without a doubt."
"Very good." She seemed to be smiling, breathing closer and closer, he felt cool fingers caressing his neck, the gentle strength was like a caress, with some kind of comfort and temptation.He couldn't help but sighed softly, a happy smile just appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he froze in place——
There was a burst of sudden stabbing pain, followed by a dizzying itching, breathing and heartbeat accelerated, it seemed that the blood began to flow at the same speed, accompanied by a huge sense of pleasure and suffocation.The world gradually became dark, he lost control over his body, his eyes became dull and slowly closed.Then stopped breathing.
Serra still didn't lift her head from his neck.When the indescribably sweet and scarlet liquid flowed down her throat, that indescribably wonderful feeling... She only wanted more, more, it seemed that this desire full of vitality and warmth was endless. .
"Enough—enough, honey." A hand lifted her chin slowly, stopping her next move.She looked up and saw Lester looking at her with a smile, and put the dead body on the ground.He looked at the corners of Sera's lips, and then glanced at the small wound on the corpse's neck. His smile became more handsome and charming, and the interest in his eyes became brighter——
"Very good...flawless." He praised sincerely, "not a single drop of blood leaked out, precise and elegant, amazing self-control...Of course, you need to pay attention to one more thing: don't wait until the prey has completely stopped beating. Stop a moment ago. We can't drink the blood of the dead, it's the most poisonous drug."
He stretched out his fingers, stroked the corners of Sera's bright red lips, couldn't help but lowered his head, and kissed the woman's smooth and smooth forehead, his smile was full of pride and complacency, "Well done, my witch...very, pretty."
Sela obediently let him kiss his forehead and lowered his eyes.
"You taught well, Lester." She smiled and replied softly.
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